#the space the main children left

[pellucid-constellations]

Trial and Error (5)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Based on the request: "Azriel with single mom reader? I feel like being a single mom in ACOTAR would be tricky as hell… reader comes from autumn court and flees to night court because she got pregnant out of marriage? 😯 the shame"

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Illness, angst babyyy <3

a/n: I'm going insane and crazy and every iteration of that. I love writing this fic so much I want it tattooed on my forehead. Thanks, love you all <3

Read part one | part two | part three | part four | (bonus part 5) | part 6

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You were in and out of sleep for the next few days—much to your displeasure. 

After attempting to down all the herbal remedies Azriel’s healer had left and continuing to care for your daughter without missing a beat, Azriel had made it clear that that would not fly. You told him several times to go home and not burden himself with caring for the two of you, but he was entirely too stubborn to listen to you. 

You even watched as his shadows left and returned with messages for him, sure that his High Lord was calling him home. 

But Azriel still stayed. 

He made food, he served the food, and he fed Melanie, coaxing her delirious eyes open to make sure she took medicine at the right times. You weren’t completely incapacitated, but it didn’t matter; Azriel wouldn’t allow you to lift a finger. 

He answered the door to the apothecary several times, sending away customers after collecting payments and restocking shelves, somehow privy to the knowledge of the store. You weren’t entirely confident that he wasn’t overcharging everyone or putting things in random places.

A few times, when sleep fought for the space in your mind, you felt fingers in your hair, along your face, across your shoulders. Each brush would send you deeper into the void you avoided so adamantly, and you were ignoring the fact that you had never felt safe enough to fall asleep in front of other people until now. 

You caught Azriel holding Melanie on a few occasions.

You would crack an eye open after an unexpected bout of sleep and he’d be rocking her in his arms, bouncing her to sleep as she lay her flushed face on his shoulder. 

Azriel had never told you if he had experience with children. Sure, he mentioned his closeness with Nyx and how much he loved his nephew, but that was… different from this. The ease with which he held Melanie, the instinct he seemed to have towards her—it felt different. Looked different. 

You felt an unexplainable sense of safety as you watched them. 

Melanie would pull back from his shoulder and arrange her fingers on the planes of Azriel’s cheeks and he would smile at her. And you felt safe. 

You found more energy on the third day of the fever. 

You got out of bed and took some semblance of a bath, fumbling around in the bathroom without much coordination. Your head was still fuzzy and an ache still permeated deep within your muscles, but the feeling was lessened. 

It wasn’t until after your bath that you realized you hadn’t checked on Melanie the moment you woke up. 

You hadn’t shot out of bed and raced to her room as you had done almost every morning since she was born. 

You hadn’t feared that she was somehow taken from your home, from your arms—that she was in danger of being ripped from your grasp and sent back to Autumn to live out the same cruel fate you were destined for. 

A small voice in the back of your mind offered a gentle whisper, reminding you that it was because of Azriel that you found that brief moment of peace. 

You pushed it back. 

With a shiver, you made your way down the narrow hallway to your daughter’s bedroom. 

Empty. 

You felt your heart rate tick up in a small bout of panic, but you were calmed by a fluttering in your chest just as quickly. The light pressure led you into the kitchen and then flushed into a warm bloom as the scene in front of you unfolded. 

Melanie was bundled up in a blanket and sat atop the kitchen counter as Azriel whisked the contents of a bowl. She was talking her head off about something that happened at school and Azriel was nodding his head with each exasperated huff she let out. Another glance told you that Melanie had eaten an entire plate of food before you’d entered, a feat in itself as your daughter hardly ate to begin with—let alone when she was sick. 

“Mommy!” Melanie cheered, wrapping her arms around your neck as you entered the quaint kitchen. “I thought you were gonna sleep forever. I wanted to wake you up but Mr. Azriel said you had to sleep to get better so he made me lunch.” 

“Lunch, huh?” you smiled, gathering her into your arms and sliding her off the counter. 

“Uh-huh. You slept through breakfast and lunch. Aren’t you hungry, mommy?” 

“Maybe a little bit.” 

“Well, you should have Mr. Azriel’s pancakes.” Melanie yawned. Her blinks became longer. “They’re so good, mommy. He should live with us and make them all the time.” 

From the stove, you heard Azriel breathe out a laugh. You glanced at him through your lashes as you held Melanie in your arms, the broad expanse of his wings barely contained in the kitchen. The shirt he wore strained against his arms as he shifted a pan on the burner and he didn’t look back as the two of you spoke. 

“I think I need a nap,” Melanie proclaimed, rubbing at her heavy eyes. “I thought I was a big girl at school now and didn’t need to take naps. You told me that, mommy.” 

You tore your gaze from Azriel’s back and offered your daughter a soft smile. “Well, you need rest to get better, too. So it’s okay for you to take naps right now.” 

“I don’t like having hot blood. This is so annoying.” 

You jutted your head back at her statement and made to have her explain, but Melanie shimmied from your arms and scampered off to her room before you could make a sound, her blanket dragging behind her. 

That left you alone with Azriel. 

“Hot blood?” you asked, leaning against the counter and attempting to appear casual in your own home. It was still surreal that he was up here—making pancakes in your kitchen—when just a few days ago, you never would have let him get past the stairs. 

Azriel hummed and flicked the burner off, leaning his back on a nearby counter to face you. “I think she heard what Madja said when she was explaining what was wrong with you both. Mel’s been calling it hot blood. I didn’t—I didn’t think it was my place to correct her.” 

You pressed your lips into a line and rubbed your forearm in some attempt of comfort. “Right.” A long pause. Azriel didn’t press you to speak. You did anyway to fill the dead air. “You really didn’t have to stay for as long as you did. I know this place isn’t what you’re used to and it must have been a handful with Mel—” 

“I wanted to stay,” Azriel interrupted. He stepped forward and placed a hand on your forehead, ignoring the tension you felt weighing on your shoulders. “You’re still warm.” 

“I feel a lot better. Almost completely fine. It would be okay… if you had somewhere to go. If you had to leave, I mean.” 

The hand on your forehead slid down to your chin and tilted your face up. Azriel’s gaze flickered between your eyes—back and forth with a furrowed brow as if trying to parse out a deeper meaning behind your words or solve a puzzle you hadn’t presented. His hand was hot against your chin in a way it wasn’t against your forehead. 

“You should eat,” he settled on. He brushed your still-damp hair back from your face before turning on his heel. “Mel was right. I make great pancakes and you haven’t eaten in a while. Lucky for you she didn’t finish all of them. She was close, but there are a few left.” 

You let him fuss, watched him as he rooted around the cupboards to pull out a plate and a glass, and tried to figure this out now that you were more coherent. 

Azriel had stayed—for almost three days he had stayed at your apartment and cared for you and your daughter as if it was expected. Each time you had woken up he had been there, coaxing water and bone-dry broth into your mouth before helping you see Melanie and then helping you to fall back to sleep. He had held your daughter and made her pancakes and he was still here. 

Could this somehow be nefarious? Some ploy to get close to you just to use you as a bargaining chip and send you back home? Had the High Lord demanded that his Spymaster keep a close eye on you and this was the outcome? 

No. 

No, that couldn’t be the reason Azriel was setting a plate down on the counter beside you. That couldn’t be why he caught your eye with a worried gaze and seemed to pinpoint your inner turmoil almost instantly. 

But why? 

His visits over the past few weeks had been welcomed—confusing at first, but a welcomed break from the mundane, anxiety-fueled life you lived. You had grown comfortable with him and Melanie had begun asking for him when she showed you her art projects or had questions about the walks of life. You had come to expect his presence in your store and found yourself looking forward to the chance to see him outside of Melanie’s school. 

But what could he possibly have to gain from making himself a constant in your life? 

You had asked before, a single question with a simple “Why not?” for a response that you had brushed off. Because it wasn’t too much of a big deal for him to stop by or help you lift the apothecary boxes or let Melanie talk his ear off. 

But this was a big deal. 

It was a big deal when he sat beside you until you fell asleep and it was a big deal that he was still standing here now, inches from you, eyes boring into yours. 

“Why are you doing this, Azriel?” 

Your question seemed to suck all of the air from the room. Azriel winced to such an infinitesimal degree you almost missed it. His fingers twitched as they rested on the counter. The plate of food sat forgotten, its intended distraction wasted. 

“I’ve already said.” 

You shook your head. “‘Why not’ was okay when you were stopping by the apothecary a few times a week and flirting with me for fun. It was okay when you were saving me from nosey teachers and opening doors when my hands were full. It was okay when this—” you jabbed your finger between your chest and his “—didn’t involve you in my apartment holding my daughter until she fell asleep. I need more than why not, Azriel. I need to understand if… if…” 

“What?” he whispered so close the air between you warmed. 

When had he gotten so close?

“I need to know if this isn’t safe. If there’s some other reason for all of this.” 

This time, when Azriel winced, he flinched. His body seemed to stun and his face twisted into a frown etched with such an uncomfortable pain it was difficult to look at. 

He spoke as his head shook. “I’ve told you this isn’t… I want you to feel safe with me. I thought I would have proved that was possible after this.” 

“You have,” you were quick to reply. “I wouldn’t have been able to take care of Mel if you hadn’t been here. But, that’s the thing. I don’t even know how you knew to come here. You walked in asking if I was okay—asking where Melanie was. I know your shadows spy, but why, Azriel? Why take such an interest in me? In us?” 

“Is it not enough to just want to know you?” he asked, his words tight and pained. 

“No. For others, maybe. But not… not after everything I’ve been through. Not when everything I have could be ripped away. I need a reason, Azriel. I can’t let this happen without one. I can’t put Melanie in danger.” 

“I don’t understand,” Azriel pleaded. He got closer, wrenching his head down to find your eyes. “Help me to understand. What danger are you in? I can explain, but I can’t protect you without knowing.” 

You let out an exasperated scoff, tugging at your hair and regretting the action as a headache bloomed. You took a step back until your back met the kitchen wall. 

“You can’t protect me, Azriel. You can’t.” 

“I could if you—” 

“It doesn’t make sense that you want to! You work for the High Lord. You spy for him! Do you have any idea what any of that means in the grand scheme of things? What it could mean if someone found out that the Night Court’s Spymaster was suddenly asking around about someone from Autumn?”

Azriel opened his mouth to respond, confusion marring his features, but you were breathing faster, the fever and the panic combining beneath your skin.

“I have stayed hidden for five years—five. I shouldn’t have sent Melanie to school. I shouldn’t have asked for help from anyone. If… if someone finds me—” 

“No one will find you. Hey—hey.” Azriel invaded your space, your back against the wall and his hands against your face. His eyes softened as they caught yours. “No one is going to find you. You need a reason why I want to be here with you? Why I care about you and Mel?” 

Your jaw quivered under his fingers. You nodded in place of speech, unable to find words that wouldn’t make tears fall down your cheeks. 

Azriel stared back at you with so much torture and conflict in his eyes you almost wanted to take back the request. He took several breaths and seemed unsure of his next words. But he held your face in his hands with such surety, strong fingers unshaken. 

The Shadowsinger brought you forward with the guide of his palms until his lips met your forehead. 

And then he pulled back and said, “You are my mate. I want to keep you safe—to protect you and Melanie—because you are my mate. You are what I’ve been waiting for for hundreds of years and if you want nothing to do with me after this, that’s fine. But if you’ll have me, I will do everything in my power to protect you.”

part 6

[sheolaaii]

My random opinions/thoughts on signs/placements

(I’m bored and don’t want to sleep plus got a driving exam tomorrow) (send your prayers)

I love how flexible and open minded pisces/12th house placements are. They just have this way of looking at the world in very broad lenses. It’s like they’ve seen so much shit as children that nothing phases them anymore. The people I’ve always felt accepted by always had pisces and/or 12th house placements. They are just very sympathetic and non judgmental, it’s a very calming energy to be around in my opinion.

I’m really wondering about rahu ruled moon natives..how are your mothers?

I’m begging for people who have slept/dated/engaged with Scorpio mars (in tropical) men to tell me all about their experience because as someone who only sees them from afar I always get a major ick. I think it might come from the way people describe them on astrology tumblr.

Virgos mercuries/suns are so funny to me. They roast people without even trying. They have this way of communicating with other, like I’m hung up on every word that comes out of their mouths. It’s that mercury in them making them so witty I fear.

I always say I love Scorpio moons and the main reason why I love scorpio moons so much is because of their depth. Even if they don't let me in, even if they don't show me the whole thing I know there's depth and an ice berg and that's enough for me to be interested in them. I also vibe very well with them because they aren’t afraid of criticism and feel so real in my eyes. Like pisces placements, I always feel like they are open minded and really really dark subjects don’t phase them or make them uncomfortable.

I love the concept and energy of cancers. Their protective and loyal nature is so beautiful. Being so guarded and having difficulty letting people in because you value your personal space and home so much is so adorable let me innn I wanna kiss you and cook you a warm soup.

Aquarius placements are so unpredictable. on one hand you have the artsy, emotional, misunderstood, left leaning and freedom is best type of person and on the other you have incel 101, Elon musk is my king, astrology is bs and AI is the way to utopia type of person. Like wow

I wish more of y’all used astrology for self discovery instead of future spouse/beauty related things. The more you know yourself the more you understand how you don’t only have flaws but also strengths. How you’re a multifaceted person who is much more than their looks or than their potential fame. Using astrology only for superficial things is harmful and also…boring. Please dig deeper what are you guys so afraid of?

[prokopetz]

You know a lot about the cultural influences behind various aspects of D&D, so: do you know the origins of the thing in 3.5 where it seems like a main way they want you to play as a psionic warrior is to grow massive claws and get breath weapons? It's so specific and out of left field for a "warrior who uses the power of the mind" that I've always wondered.

Much of 3E's handling of psionics closely follows material presented in the 2E supplement The Complete Psionics Handbook, which, contra later editions' habit of treating psionics as a variant of wizardly magic, presents psionics as a totally separate and mutually incompatible thing. One feature of this treatment is psionics having its own distinct set of "schools", or disciplines: clairsentience, psychokinesis, psychometabolism, psychoportation, telepathy, and metapsionics.

The 3E psionic warrior stuff is a more or less direct port of the discipline of psychometabolism; I can only presume that this is because it's the most "fightery" of the Psionics Handbook disciplines, though I can't back that guess up. Apart from your cited examples, other psychometabolic powers presented here include self-healing; energy absorption; turning into animals, objects, or living shadows; wuxia-style "lightfoot" techniques; camouflage; shrinking or expanding; stretching one's limbs Mister Fantastic style; and others.

Of course, that just kicks the can further down the road: if the 3E psionic warrior is a port of 2E's psychometabolism specialist, where the heck did 2E get the idea for the discipline of psychometabolism? The general idea of shape-shifting and fire-breathing and such being psychic powers that can be cultivated through mental discipline pops up in quite a few places, but we're looking for a specific constellation of tropes, not isolated instances of little bits and pieces of it.

The Complete Psionics Handbook helpfully includes a comprehensive bibliography of its inspirations (remember when Dungeons & Dragons used to have those?), though I'm unacquainted with most of the books it cites, so that's where my ability to help in this respect ends. I'll include a copy of that bibliography under the cut, though – maybe one of this blog's followers can point out which of its entries, if any, might be most directly informative.

Taken from page 113 ("Related Reading") of The Complete Psionics Handbook:

Fiction

Bester, Alfred; The Demolished Man, The Stars My Destination.

Bradley, Marion Zimmer; Darkover series: The Bloody Sun, Children of Hastur, Darkover Landfall, The Forbidden Tower, Hawkmistress!, The Heritage of Hastur, The Keeper's Price, The Planet Savers, Sharra's Exile, The Shattered Chain, The Spell Sword, Star of Danger, Stormqueen!, The Sword of Aldones, Thendara House, Two to Conquer, The Winds of Darkover, The World Wreckers.

Brunner, John; The Whole Man.

Del Rey, Lester; Pstalemate.

Henderson, Zenna; The People, The People: No Different, Holding Wonder.

Foster, Alan Dean; Flinx series.

King, Stephen; The Dead Zone.

Kurtz, Katherine; Deryni Rising, Deryni Checkmate, High Deryni.

May, Julian; Saga of the Pliocene Exile series: The Many-Colored Land, The Golden Torc, The Non-Born King, The Adversary.

Nourse, Alan E.; Psi High and Others.

Pohl, Frederik; Drunkard's Walk.

Russell, Eric Frank; The Mindwarpers.

Robinson. Frank M.; The Power.

Schmitz, James H.; The Universe Against Her, The Lion Game, stories.

Simmons, Dan; Carrion Comfort.

Sturgeon, Theodore; The Synthetic Man.

Tucker, Wilson; Wild Talent.

Van Vogt, A.E.; Slan.

Zelazny, Roger; Creatures of Light and Darkness, The Dream Master, Lord of Light, lsle of the Dead, This Immortal, To Die in ltalbar.

Nonfiction

Brookesmith, Peter (ed.); Strange Talents, from the series "The Unexplained: Mysteries of Mind, Space, and Time;" Orbis Publishing, London, 1983.

Index of Possibilities: Energy and Power; Pantheon Books/Random House, New York, New York, 1974.

Mind Over Matter, Powers of Healing, Psychic Powers, Psychic Voyages, from the series "Mysteries of the Unknown;" Time-Life Books, Alexandria, Virginia, 1987.

Puharich, Andrija; Beyond Telepathy; Anchor Press/Doubleday, Garden City, New York, 1973.

Rhine, J.B.; The Reach of the Mind; William Sloane Associates, New York, New York, 1947.

[mokulule]

A Man has Needs part 5

First | Masterpost Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Fandom DP x DC Summary:

In which Jason keeps up ending up in Danny's bed and not even for any fun reasons.

With the comfortingly normal sounds of the coffeemaker huffing and puffing, Danny felt just a bit calmer. Surely things would be okay. What was a little boner between friends?

Were they friends? Danny liked to think they were, of a sorts. They were certainly friend-ly? And while his guest wasn’t the most verbose, Danny thought he enjoyed their time together? The thought niggled in the back of Danny’s mind that aside from that one disastrous time his guest had come to talk in the afternoon, they never saw each other outside the mornings after. But that was fine! The whole situation was kind of mortifying when you thought about it, which is why Danny tried not to think about it.

His guest couldn’t help his dysregulated ecto-metabolism. Until that was fixed this would keep happening, so Danny had tried to make the best of it - would keep trying to make the best of it.

Surely things would be okay, Danny repeated internally for the umpteenth time, as the coffee finished. He took out their mugs with a deep calming breath. If they could shoulder past the whole accidental bedmate sitch, surely this was just a little thing. A blip.

He heard movement in the bedroom, any moment now his guest would come out, and Danny would have to make sure everything felt normal. He forced an optimistic smile on his face as he started to pour the coffee. It would be fine in a moment, he just had to work through the initial awkwardness and everything could go back to normal.

There was the low squeak and thump of the window opening and closing.

Danny’s smile felt petrified on his face; he didn’t have to check to know his guest had left. He could feel it.

Slowly, carefully, he set the coffee pot down on the counter.

Danny’s shoulders fell in defeat. A ball of lead settled heavy into his chest. Somehow, he had not even considered that option.

Oo o oO

Fuck, he had ruined everything, Jason thought as he tumbled through his own bathroom window. Why didn’t he just go home yesterday? Why had he been so fucking weak!?

He longed to go back, to try to explain himself, to do anything but run away. But he couldn’t face Danny now, not after taking advantage like a creep.

Oo o oO

It was a whole four days later until Danny awoke once again in the arms of his sleeping guest. Clenching his eyes tightly shut he rolled intangibly out of the embrace. The ball of lead had migrated to his stomach, and Danny tiredly rubbed his face.

A cautious sort of hope lifted the weight slightly when his guest was still sleeping once Danny had dressed. Things seemed more normal today. Danny padded into the main living space. Automatically he got the coffee going then pulled out the carton of eggs and a pan.

He halted, one egg in hand, when he heard movement from the bedroom. He couldn’t help holding his breath as the seconds crawled along.

One minute…

One minute thirty-

The window opened and closed.

Danny’s breath left him in a punched out whoosh. He put the egg back in the carton and back in the fridge. He wasn’t that hungry anymore.

It was the herald of a new depressing normal.

Oo o oO

November turned to December. The leftover snow from one of Mr. Freeze’s attacks brought much happiness to children across Gotham and much aggravation to the adults who had to drive in it. The Holiday cheer, which had been negligible and relatively easy to ignore in November, had turned aggressive by the coming of December and now by mid December Danny was well and truly done with it.

His calls home were underscored by his parents’ age old Santa argument and he’d resolved not to answer any calls until January. It went without saying he was not going home for Christmas, which his parents’ somehow hadn’t understood why. It didn’t help that Jazz, Sam and Tucker were bothering him to come home for the Holidays as well, and they should fucking know!

His regular bus had been cancelled due to the weather, and he had quite a few more blocks than normal to walk. He trudged glumly along, trying to ignore the squelching of his wet shoes. Sneakers really weren’t for snow sludge weather, and his worn and beaten pair even less so. It was lucky that growing into his ice powers had come with a level of resistance to the cold.

Danny reared away from a donation box suddenly showed in his face, and resisted the strong urge to just go invisible and fly away. He just wanted to get an overly sugary coffee concoction and go home to study for his Finals without being accosted by jingle bells and unsolicited singing, was that too much to ask?

Finally, Danny’s local coffee shop was in view.

Unconsciously, he walked faster. He just wanted to get home already.

It was just Danny’s luck that just as he reached the door someone walked out - someone more solid than Danny. His breath was punched out with an oof as his kinetic energy got turned right around, converted into potential energy and landed him flat on his ass in the sludge.

This really was just Danny’s luck. It was December. December was always a bad month. Danny could handle that, but then the person spoke-

“Oh shit, I’m so- Danny?”

Danny knew that voice. He didn’t even have to look up to know it was his guest who hadn’t spoken to him in a month, stealing away like a thief in the mornings. Yet, he looked up anyways. There stood his guest handsome as ever, with a fluffy looking red scarf and a matching unevenly knitted beanie that spoke to someone having made it for him. His guest, who apparently knew his name, and who was flanked by two other shocked, unfairly attractive guys.

“Oh!” The older guy, who looked like he’d just exited a hair commercial for luscious wavy locks, exclaimed. His lips split into a blindingly white smile as he grabbed excitedly on to Danny’s stunned guest in a very familiar way. “You know each other? A friend Jaybird?”

“Uh,” Jaybird responded looking from Danny to commercial guy in a flustered panic and it was that more than anything that made Danny snap.

Danny had been angry at himself that he’d ruined things, that he’d made his guest so uncomfortable he’d rather leave than exchange a single word with him. He’d been devastated, and lonely knowing how things had been and what they had become, the potential loss of a friend who was also ghostly was especially hard to swallow. And now his guest couldn’t even give a little white lie to save Danny’s dignity. Was it that hard just to say yes?

“No,” Danny said getting up, batting the hand away reaching suddenly to help him and giving him a glare for good measure. “We just sleep together.”

Commercial guy spat out the coffee he’d just drunk, coughing and sputtering and the second guy started pounding him on the back. Danny flashed his teeth vindictively, turned and started the final trek home.

Even a sugary caffeine concoction could not save this fucking day.

-

I meant to post this in the weekend as a pick me up for my very busy 7 day work week, but alas the 7 day work week kicked my ass and I didn't get around to posting.

In wonderful news I'm gonna see a friend today. I'm very tired but very happy.

Tell me what you thought? Aren't they just amazing at not talking with each other? XD

(you can subscribe to the fic at the masterpost)

[zhelin-thames]

Death’s Gentle Touch

@demonic0angel thank you for letting me write this.

Ps. This is not a dead silent ship but a dead on main ship. I am way too much of a dead tired, dead on main and dead serious fan🫣, so..... Srry😇

Danny hadn’t planned on staying in Gotham for long. The city was overwhelming, a swirling mess of emotions, crime, and shadows that never seemed to sleep. But something about it called to him—a faint pull in the back of his mind, like the restless murmur of ghosts who hadn’t yet crossed his path.

And then he started noticing them.

The kids.

Each one had a presence that whispered of death’s touch. Not full-on ghostly, but close. Too close. It tugged at Danny’s core, a strange mix of familiarity and concern. The first was a quiet boy, barely seven, with hollow eyes and a haunted expression. Danny found him huddled in the shadows of Crime Alley, shivering and alone.

It wasn’t even a conscious decision. He couldn’t leave the kid there.

And so, the warehouse became home.

The old building wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but Danny had poured what little ecto-energy he could spare into reinforcing it, patching up leaks, and making it livable. Inside, it was surprisingly cozy. Rugs covered the cold floor, mismatched furniture filled the space, and shelves lined with books and trinkets added a sense of warmth.

Within weeks, Danny’s little family had grown.

Five kids now called the warehouse home, each one with a story that left Danny seething with quiet rage. Abusive parents, neglectful guardians, and the harsh streets of Gotham had taken their toll on each of them. Danny couldn’t fix the past, but he could offer them something better: safety, warmth, and the promise that they’d never be alone again.

One of the kids, Sam, was from one of Gotham’s elite families. He’d run away after his parents’ cruelty pushed him too far. When Danny had found him, Sam had been too weak to argue.

It was Cassandra Cain who stumbled upon them.

She’d been tracking a lead on a missing child—the wealthy parents had finally reported Sam missing after weeks, though their concern had seemed more for appearances than genuine worry. Her trail led her to the refurbished warehouse.

Cass slipped inside silently, her every movement a shadow. What she saw stopped her in her tracks.

Danny was sitting cross-legged on the floor, a tattered storybook in his hands. The five kids were gathered around him, leaning against him or huddled close, their faces rapt with attention. Danny’s voice was soft, animated, bringing the story to life.

“...and the brave knight faced the dragon, not with a sword, but with kindness.” Danny smiled, looking down at the youngest child, a girl clutching his arm. “Because sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is try to understand someone else.”

Cass didn’t move for a moment.

The scene was so achingly peaceful, so pure, that it seemed impossible in a city like Gotham. She could feel the protective energy radiating from Danny, the way the kids seemed to trust him implicitly. It wasn’t just a man taking care of children. He was their anchor, their safe harbor.

Still, she stepped forward.

Danny looked up, his glowing green eyes meeting hers. For a second, Cass tensed, ready for a fight. But Danny’s expression softened, and he raised a hand in a calming gesture.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “You must be one of the Bats.”

Cass tilted her head, curious but cautious. “Who... are you?”

“I’m Danny,” he replied simply, closing the book. “And these are my kids.”

Her gaze flickered to the children. Sam had tensed at her presence, but Danny placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“They’re safe here,” Danny continued, his voice calm but firm. “I promise. I know you’re probably here for him.” He nodded toward Sam. “But he ran for a reason. And I’m not about to let anyone hurt him again.”

Cass reported back to Bruce and the others. The revelation sparked an intense debate in the Batcave.

“He’s just a kid himself!” Damian snapped, glaring at the screen showing Danny’s image. “What gives him the right to take in strays like this?”

“Pot, meet kettle,” Tim muttered, earning a scowl from Damian.

Bruce, arms crossed, studied the footage Cass had captured. Danny’s protective aura was undeniable, as was the bond he’d formed with the children. “We need to know more about him,” Bruce said. “His intentions, his background, his... abilities.”

Jason leaned against the wall, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re just mad someone’s beating you at the whole ‘adopting strays’ thing, B.”

Alfred cleared his throat. “Master Jason, perhaps we should focus on how best to ensure the children’s well-being.”

When the Bats finally confronted Danny in the warehouse, they were met with calm defiance. Danny stood his ground, the kids huddled behind him.

“I get it,” he said, arms crossed. “You’re the big, bad vigilantes of Gotham. But these kids? They’re not just cases or numbers. They’re people. And they deserve better than what the system gave them.”

Bruce stepped forward. “We’re not here to take them from you. But this isn’t sustainable. You’re their age. How do you plan to provide for them long-term?”

Danny hesitated, then sighed. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

Jason, watching the exchange, stepped closer. “What’s your deal, Danny? You’re not just some random guy.”

Danny met his gaze, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

Jason smirked. “Try me.”

The Bats weren’t ones to leave mysteries unsolved, and Danny wasn’t about to spill his life story to a group of masked vigilantes without some trust first. It took weeks of cautious interactions and reluctant cooperation for things to come to light.

It was Jason who finally got Danny to open up.

One night, after dropping off a bag of supplies Bruce had insisted the kids needed, Jason stayed behind. He found Danny on the roof of the warehouse, leaning against the railing as he stared at the Gotham skyline. The night air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of the city.

“So,” Jason began, hopping onto the ledge beside him. “You’re not just some ordinary kid with a big heart. What’s your story?”

Danny let out a long sigh. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

For a moment, Danny said nothing. Then he raised his hand, letting a soft green glow surround it. “You ever hear of Amity Park?”

Jason frowned. “The town with all those ghost rumors? Thought it was a bunch of tabloid nonsense.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not,” Danny said, his voice quieter now. “I grew up there. My parents were... ghost hunters. They built a portal to another dimension—the Infinite Realms. Something went wrong, and I ended up... connected to it. Half-ghost, half-human.”

Jason blinked, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. “Half-ghost? Like, you died?”

“Sort of.” Danny’s tone was light, but his eyes reflected the weight of the experience. “It’s complicated. I didn’t plan to stick around Gotham, but then I started noticing these kids—how close they were to death, how much they’d suffered. I couldn’t just leave them.”

Jason studied him for a moment, then nodded. “You’re a weird guy, Danny. But I get it.”

Danny smirked. “Thanks, I think.”

Each child Danny had taken in had their own struggles, their own pain that had led them to him.

Sam: The son of a wealthy Gotham family, Sam had been raised in luxury but at a terrible cost. His parents cared more about appearances than his well-being, and the pressure to be perfect had been crushing. When Danny found him, Sam had been wandering the streets, bruised and desperate for escape.

Mia: A street-smart girl with a sharp tongue, Mia had grown up in foster care, bouncing between homes that never cared for her. She’d survived on her own for months before Danny found her, stealing food to survive.

Leo: Barely six, Leo had been abandoned in Crime Alley. He didn’t speak much, but he clung to Danny like a lifeline.

Ella: A bright-eyed girl with an affinity for art, Ella had been living in a condemned building with her older brother, who’d died protecting her. Danny found her crying over his body, her face pale and haunted.

Max: A quiet, thoughtful boy who had a near-death experience after falling into Gotham River. His brush with death had left him sensitive to the supernatural, and he’d been drawn to Danny almost instinctively.

Danny had given them all a second chance, teaching them to trust again. The warehouse became their safe haven, a place where they could heal.

Despite their initial skepticism, the Bats couldn’t deny that Danny was doing good. Bruce offered resources to help with the kids, on the condition that Danny let them monitor the situation.

“I’m not looking to turn this into a charity case,” Danny had said. “I just want what’s best for them.”

“And that’s what we’re offering,” Bruce replied evenly. “Whether you like it or not, we’re invested now.”

Danny found himself working with the Bats more often, whether it was coordinating efforts to help other at-risk kids or teaming up with them during ghost-related incidents.

Cass became a frequent visitor, quietly helping with the children and bonding with Danny over their shared love of storytelling. Tim couldn’t resist asking questions about ghost tech and the Infinite Realms, while Damian begrudgingly admitted that Danny wasn’t as useless as he’d assumed.

Jason, however, became Danny’s closest ally. The two shared a mutual understanding, both having faced death and come back changed.

Years passed, and the warehouse evolved. The children grew, some eventually striking out on their own while others stayed close. Danny became a pillar of the community, the once-abandoned warehouse now a thriving community center.

Jason remained a constant presence in Danny’s life. Their friendship deepened, and somewhere along the way, it turned into something more.

The wedding was a quiet affair, held in the Infinite Realms. The guests were a mix of humans and ghosts, an unusual but fitting reflection of Danny and Jason’s lives.

Sam, Mia, Leo, Ella, and Max—now young adults—stood by Danny’s side, their smiles bright and proud. The Bats, dressed in uncharacteristically formal attire, watched with a mix of fondness and exasperation as Jason said his vows.

“I didn’t think I’d get a second chance at a family,” Jason said, his voice steady but soft. “But with you, Danny, I found something I didn’t even know I was looking for.”

Danny smiled, his eyes glowing faintly. “And I found a home—in Gotham, in these kids, and in you. You’re stuck with me now, Jason.”

As they exchanged rings, the Infinite Realms shimmered around them, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond they’d forged.

And as they stepped into their future together, hand in hand, they knew they’d face whatever came next—together, as a family.

Over the years, Danny and Jason’s “kids” grew into remarkable young adults, each finding their own path while staying connected to the family they had built together.

Sam: The Voice for Justice

Sam’s upbringing in Gotham’s elite circles gave him unique insight into the city’s upper class. As an adult, he used that knowledge to challenge the corruption ingrained in Gotham’s wealthy families.

By day, Sam became a successful lawyer, taking on cases for those who couldn’t afford proper representation. By night, he used his connections to help Danny and Jason uncover and dismantle illegal operations hidden behind Gotham’s polished facade.

Despite his serious demeanor, Sam never forgot the kindness Danny showed him. He often visited the community center to mentor at-risk kids, giving them the guidance he wished he’d had.

Mia: The Protector

Mia’s sharp tongue and street smarts made her a natural fighter. She trained with Cass and Damian, honing her skills until she became a formidable vigilante known as Specterblade.

Unlike most of Gotham’s protectors, Mia embraced her ghostly side. Danny taught her how to channel ectoplasmic energy, giving her an edge in combat. She patrolled the streets with a ferocity that even Damian respected, targeting human traffickers and abusers with relentless determination.

Though she worked in the shadows, Mia also took an active role at the community center, running self-defense classes for women and teens.

Leo: The Guardian of the Realms

Leo’s quiet nature hid a deep connection to the Infinite Realms. Over time, his near-death experience evolved into a unique ability to sense disturbances between dimensions.

Danny noticed this early on and trained Leo to become a Realmwalker, a protector of the delicate balance between the mortal world and the Infinite Realms. Leo embraced the role, splitting his time between Gotham and the ghostly dimension.

He became a key figure in handling supernatural threats that even the Justice League struggled with. Though he was often away, Leo remained fiercely loyal to his family, returning whenever they needed him.

Ella: The Healer

Ella’s love for art evolved into a passion for design and restoration. She studied architecture and urban planning, eventually becoming a key figure in revitalizing Gotham’s neglected neighborhoods.

Her ghostly sensitivity gave her a unique perspective on spaces and their emotional resonance, which she used to create safe, welcoming environments. The community center was her first major project, and she expanded its reach with satellite locations across the city.

Ella’s gentle spirit made her a comforting presence in the family, and she often acted as the mediator when tensions ran high.

Max: The Tech Genius

Max’s brush with death left him fascinated by technology and its potential to change lives. He became a brilliant engineer, blending ghost tech and human innovation to create devices that pushed the boundaries of possibility.

Working alongside Tim, Max developed tools to help Gotham’s vigilantes fight crime more efficiently. He also created gadgets to help people with disabilities, inspired by the struggles he witnessed during his time on the streets.

Max was the quiet brain behind many of the family’s operations, preferring to let his work speak for itself.

Despite their busy lives, the kids never forgot their roots. They visited the warehouse-turned-community center regularly, helping Danny and Jason with new initiatives and staying connected to the city that had once failed them.

Family dinners were a chaotic but cherished tradition, with everyone gathering around the table to share stories, tease each other, and reaffirm their bond.

In their own ways, each of Danny and Jason’s kids carried on their legacy of hope, proving that even in a city as dark as Gotham, second chances could bloom into something extraordinary.

I might make this a series and show each kids journey. Hope you guys liked it.

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You Want This, You Need This

The only daughter of Rhaneyra Targaryen is firmly devoted to her mother's cause, and yet she finds her way through the passages of the Holdfast, to the bedchamber of a Prince she should hate // Main Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x nameless female character (daughter of Rhaenyra)

Warnings: 18+, smut, enemies with benefits, hate sex, degrading, angst, Targcest (uncle and niece)

Words: 3.7k

A/n: Me making a poll then doing whatever I want 🫶

There’s no use in waiting for sleep to come to her, she’s too restless for sleep.

Her bedroom is full of alcoves and adjacent chambers, good for hiding and keeping the room cool during the summers. In one of the alcoves is a mural. If she presses a particular space on the wall with much force, she can push it to reveal an entrance into the hidden passageways of Maegor’s Holdfast. 

Light is lost beyond the threshold. A gentle but piercing breeze washes over her, through the thin and billowing fabric of her night shift. There’s always this lingering excitement when she opens the doorway. She equates it to the thrill of flying, cutting through the wind on dragonback. Only she’s not in the sky, she’s staring into darkness, daring herself to take a single step.

As children she and her brothers had found many of these hidden doors throughout the castle, the perfect sort of places to hide in when they were in trouble, the perfect place to eavesdrop and move through the keep undetected. When their mother found out she had discouraged them from venturing too far, lest they end up like the piles of bones left by rats and other rodents that had never found their way out. 

The paths within the walls are treacherous, but she knows some of the routes by heart. She knows how to head down to the kitchens, she even knows a way which leads past the dungeons, to a chamber which houses the skull of Blaerion, the Black Dread, out to a beach along the shore of the bay, out of reach by any other means.

There is one particular room she has in mind tonight.

She treads carefully, tracing her fingertips against the wall so that she does not lose her way. When she comes to a series of steps she takes even more caution. She counts twenty steps, then turns another corner and keeps walking until the stone underneath her fingers turns to wood. It is a door, one which appears as part of a panelled wall on the other side. She pushes it open, hoping he has left the latch undone, and he has.

The room’s warmth is a welcome sensation. She makes as little noise as possible as she enters and closes the door behind her. 

He’s sitting by the fire, turned away from where she stands, head lowered slightly and his silver hair spilling down the back of his chair. She almost always finds him like this, practising one of his self righteous rituals. He reads until the hearth and the candles have burned out because it enforces his own belief that he is a more dedicated son than Aegon, more intelligent and more worthy than the Velaryons– than her and her ilk. 

His shoulders stiffen as the soles of her slippers tap delicately against the floor, moving towards his bed. She imagines him frowning, or perhaps smiling to himself as he closes the book in his lap.

She perches at the edge of the mattress, pushing her shoes off and letting them fall to the floor. “That was quite the display in the training yard this morning,” she says in a clear voice.

Everything he does is agonisingly slow. He grips the arms of his chair as he rises, slots the book back onto a shelf, and finally turns to face her. He is dressed in a simple black shirt and the breeches he usually sleeps in. His hair is half tied, his leather patch secured around his head, over the space where his left eye should be, sliced out by her own brother’s hand.

The low light of the hearth casts shadows in the sharp edges of his face, the lines around his mouth, the curve of his lips, proud but restrained. His remaining eye is trained on her, glaring at her like a hunter approaches prey.

“You were there to watch your brother, I thought,” he says in that softly threatening voice of his. He comes close enough to loom over her, though just far enough that their legs do not touch. “Or did you find your eye wandering?”

Jace’s first mistake had been to go down to the yard early. Aemond was always there in the mornings after flying Vhagar, to train with Ser Criston Cole until noon. His next mistake had been to succumb to Aemond’s goading. Their uncle is never one to use violence at first, not like Aegon who would brawl with a gull if he thought it offensive enough. Aemond likes to use his words to tease and probe, to lure an opponent to action, and Jace almost always falls for it. The moment her brother had challenged Aemond to a sparring match she knew what the outcome would be. Jace was a promising fighter, but he simply could not match Aemond’s height, strength, speed or skill.

Her heart sank for her brother, but it couldn’t force her attention away from Aemond. He moved like a dancer, all fluidity and control, like he already had the entire performance planned out in his head. He toyed with Jace, kept his defence up, only to knock his sword from his hands and place his own blade at his throat in a sudden flash of silver and steel.

She’d had to bite the inside of her lip to stop herself from smirking.

“You humiliated him, before spectators,” she says.

Aemond frowns in mock sympathy, taking her chin between his finger and his thumb to tilt her gaze up. “I would do it a hundred times over, for my own pleasure if not for anything else.”

She tilts her head. “And what of my pleasure?”

He hums cryptically. The corners of his mouth flicker upwards. “Your pleasure is only my concern within the confines of this room.”

He’s looking at her like that again, like he wants to devour her.

He traces his fingers down her throat, her collar, the neckline of her shift. His touch is sparse but familiar, exploring the curves of her body through the fabric, patterns she’s felt before, spaces he already knows and seems to have mapped in his head.

He leans in closer, his other hand pressing into the bed, invading her space, infiltrating her senses with the scent of smoke and lavender. She could drown in it, the scent of him.

She shudders as he runs his nose over her neck, following the heat of his breath with a lingering kiss against the sensitive spot of her skin. “What is it you want from me tonight?” 

She has an idea in her mind, one she’s been toying with since she had seen the look of pride in his face in the yard.

“Lie down, on your back.”

He stands straight. Eye still fixed on her, he does as she says, making himself comfortable against the pillows. 

She draws out every movement, just as he likes to do to her. She straddles him, settling her hips against the growing hardness in his breeches. She rests her hands against his chest, runs her fingers over his skin and the patch of silver hair revealed when she pulls on his shirt.

His hands are on her immediately, running up her thighs, gripping at her waist, bringing up the hem of her shift and tutting as though it has caused him some personal insult in hiding her body from him. He pulls it over her head and surges up to kiss her, capturing her lips with the desperation of a man starved. His kisses are always like this, slow and consuming, pulling her in closer and closer like he expects her to try to escape, like the only air he wants exists in her lungs.

It’s fast and overwhelming, and at first she’s content to just let it happen, to let herself be carried away in the currents of his wants and not her own, but once she’s a little more settled, she pushes him back against the bed.

He stares up at her, blood rushing to his cheeks, lips parted and panting. For all the times she’s seen his stoic exterior at court, she thinks he looks best like this.

“I thought you were concerning yourself with my pleasure?” she says, not bothering to contain her smile.

“I thought you liked it when I take what I want,” he retorts.

“I want you to do as you’re told.”

He huffs a laugh, but his gaze softens and his tongue wets his lips, his eye roaming appreciatively over her bare body, until he stops at her small clothes. All it takes is a few gentle rocks of her hips before his jaw tightens and his fingers dig deeper into the flesh of her waist. She swears she feels his hips twitch beneath her, but he makes no move to take what he wants.

She leans back on her haunches as she drags his breeches below his hips. By the sight of him, hard and reddened at the tip, she knows he at least finds something about this arrangement appealing. 

She discards the rest of their clothing, his shirt, her small clothes, the leather eyepatch on his head. She pauses when she reaches for it, waiting for him to protest, but he doesn’t. He gives her a small nod and she slides it up to reveal the true extent of his scar, the twisted red flesh around the sapphire wedged in his socket.

She has seen it countless times before. She needs the reminder of who he is, how much he must hate her.

Now that they are both bare she resumes her position, pleasure like a flame licking up her spine as she traces circles over her centre. Aemond grinds himself against her, breathing with a strain in the back of his throat. The sound only makes the wanting feeling in her gut tighten. She can feel herself clenching over nothing, her body begging for more friction and the release it promises.

She feels she is wet enough to take him now, and her stomach drops in anticipation.

When he whispers her name, she knows she has him exactly where she wants him.

She closes her hand around his cock, giving it a few half-hearted strokes and lining it up to her entrance, only to hesitate. “I hear your mother is intending to invite Borros Baratheon to court,” she says.

Aemond catches his lip between his teeth, staring at the space where their bodies almost meet if she would only lower her hips.

“Might he bring one of his comely daughters? He has four, doesn’t he?”

Aemond huffs and meets her eye. His hands are still on her waist, his thumbs tracing circles over her belly. “Where did you hear this?”

She tries to pretend such a simple touch from him does not excite her or tempt her to relent. 

Daemon has spies in the Queen’s household, not that she knows the specifics. Her mother had discussed the matter with her, expressing concern for the Hightowers’ intentions. It has been decades since a Lord of Storm’s End has stepped foot in the Red Keep, and Daemon believes their rivals are trying to close ranks, amass allies outside of the capital. Perhaps such a deal may be sealed with a marriage pact.

“What,” she breathes, trying to smile, “that his daughters are comely? I can only assume, for I’ve never met them you see–”

In the blink of an eye she’s beneath him.

Aemond brings a single finger to her lips. “I thought we had agreed not to discuss political matters in private,” he says.

“I did not realise the matter was political–”

He cuts her off when he snakes his hand down her body and pushes his thumb against her pearl. She hisses, her hips bucking to meet his touch.

“Are you trying to bait me, niece? Hmm? Is that what you came here for?”

She shakes her head as he circles over her. For such minimal effort on his part, it sparks something frustratingly bright in her, back arching, warmth settling between her legs and beneath her skin.

“Is that really what you want me to be thinking about? Wondering which one of the Baratheon girls is the prettiest?”

His fingertips tease over her entrance, but he doesn’t push them inside, instead they’re replaced by the head of his cock. She presses her lips together, determined not to make any kind of noise he could take for weakness, for wanting, but she feels it all the same.

“Presently, I’m only thinking about what I can see, and what I see is a spoiled little Princess, laid out beneath me. Poor thing, she’s trying to look smug, but I’m not sure I’m convinced, not when I’m about to fuck her tight, little cunt.” 

Her pleading is mindless, falling from her lips as effortlessly as her breath. “Please… please… please…”

She wonders if it is her want or his own he eventually succumbs to. He pushes in slowly, delighted at the slight moan he elicits from her, sharing her air as she gasps at the pleasurable ache of being stretched out around him.

“I’ve heard rumours too, that Rhaenyra has been sending ravens to Highgarden,” he says as he starts to snap his hips against hers. “What business would your mother have with the Tyrells, I wonder?”

Rhaenyra has her own plans for a marriage pact, plans she’s known about for months. “What indeed?” she says, trying to smile as he ruts into her.

Aemond almost growls, burying his face into her neck. As his voice is harsher so are his thrusts. “My sister will sell you to a sickly little boy, is that it? Why would Rhaenyra want an alliance with the Reach?”

Because the King is little more than a breathing corpse and who knows how much life he has left in him. Because eventually, he will die, and they both know what will come next.

She’s always known her part in this, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her brothers may well fight in battles to defend their mother’s claim, but wars cannot be won without the necessary support. The Reach, The Riverlands, The Vale, The North, they must all be secured one way or another.

With his face hidden from hers she allows herself to admire the way his muscles move and flex under the smooth, pale skin of his arm. Since leaving childhood behind, he seems to have this idea of efficiency, with no tolerance for excess. His arms are slight, but defined where he trains with his sword each day, where he hauls himself onto Vhagar’s saddle and steers her around Blackwater Bay.

“It’s always been expected of me,” she says, tracing her hand over his skin, almost perfect, save for a few marks: a burn after an unfortunate encounter with Vermax when he was just a hatchling, a scar above his elbow where he fell from an apple tree, and crescent shaped indents from their last tryst. “I will do my duty.”

“Duty?” He stops, grabbing her by the neck so her breath hitches in her throat. He leans into her, pressing his forehead against hers, caging her between his body and the bed. She sees nothing but a single eye and a sapphire, nothing but contempt. “You’re the antithesis of it, crawling to your uncle’s bedchamber every night, begging to be fucked.”

Anger flares in her blood. She clamps her hand around his wrist and digs her nails into his skin, hoping it will mark him. “I have never begged for you,” she spits, teeth bared, lips grazing over his, “and I never shall…”

Her words fade on her tongue when he resumes a punishing pace, urging her closer to oblivion with every thrust.

“Oh there you go,” he coos, “that feels good, doesn’t it?” He’s on his knees now, one hand still on her throat, the other on her thigh, forcing her legs further apart, fingertips pressing painfully into her flesh.

She tries to pull away from his grip, pushing herself further into the bed amongst the pillows, but Aemond has always been stubborn and does not relent. She has nowhere to go, no other option but to take it.

“You’ll be sent off to some castle in a miserable corner of the world, live the dull life of a Lady. Your Lord husband will trade swords and shields for you like a brood mare and fuck his children into your belly each night.”

She feels her peak building within her, the weightlessness rising and rising, she can hardly take much more. “Do you believe I will think of you?” she says with a grin, “as he touches me, as he spills inside me…”

Aemond grunts, folding his chest over hers, brushing his lips over her cheek as he hisses, “wanton little whore. I am the one you seek out, and as long as you do, you are mine.”

It tears through her quickly, a spark that turns to flame, a piece of kindling caught alight, pleasure that reduces her simply to feeling, warmth and the absence of his weight on her body. She claws her nails into nothing, empty space where she expects to find his skin.

Aemond has pulled away from her, groaning as he comes, spilling over her stomach and thighs. She watches him, jaw slack, brows angled like he’s in agony. 

She basks in the numbness her peak leaves behind as he drags his shirt over her skin to clean the mess he’s made with a touch that is soft and slow. His eye trails along her body to her face. She sees nothing in him, not amusement or satisfaction, not hatred or remorse, and yet he comes to lay beside her, turning her onto her side, settling against her back and putting his arms around her.

She allows it, too used to the feeling of lying in his bed, too used to the scent of sweat and smoke and lavender. 

Aemond’s chambers are ruled by order, every book has its place on a shelf, he does not leave papers, clothes or used cups of wine lying around. The bedchamber lies on the south side of the castle, with a balcony overlooking the bay where two of them used to watch the ships leaving the harbour. She likes the intricate tapestries, scenes of Valryian mythology, and his fondness for the colour blue. Even if she cannot see most of it in the dark of night, the silence and stillness is comforting.

“Lord Corlys’ ship was attacked,” she mutters, placing her hand over his, where his palm against her stomach. “We cannot be sure if he even survived.”

“So I’ve heard,” Aemond says, “I’ve also heard Vaemond Velaryon intends to challenge the succession of Driftmark, should the unthinkable be true.

“And I assume the Queen and the Hand will support him in this endeavour.”

Aemond’s chest stills. “They will hear the petitions and pass their judgement,” he says, quietly but finally.

“Then the decision has already been made.”

Aemond’s breathing is deep, her hair fluttering against her cheek as he exhales. Her mother has a similar way of scolding her without uttering a single word, as if to say the answer should be obvious.

With a scoff she pushes his hand away and drags herself out of the bed. The cold air stings her skin and she makes short work of finding her night shift, discarded on the floor, and dressing herself.

“Lucerys has no claim to Driftmark,” Aemond says from the bed.

“And why is that?” she says shortly, grabbing her shoes from the foot of the bed.

He won’t say it, but the word is there, in the way he teases Jace, the way his family watch her and her brothers and stare at them across the throne room with nothing but disgust. It’s there in his indifference towards her beyond the walls of his bedchamber, avoiding eye contact, muttering under his breath, insults and backhanded compliments. But the last time he said it, it cost him his eye.

She turns to face him, a defiant glare through the darkness now that some of the candles have started to burn out. 

“Coward,” she whispers.

He does claim to disagree.

With her shoes on, she moves towards the hidden door without sparing him another glance.

But she hears a ruffle of fabric, his feet against the floor as he follows her. His hand closes around her arm, hard enough it feels as though it might leave a bruise. He turns her into him, placing her back and his palm against the panelled wall.

“Stay,” he says.

“Surely you would not want to sully yourself, sharing your bed with a bastard.”

“But it’s different with you.”

“How? How is it different?”

He cups her face in his hands, begging her for something but never saying it. He leans in gradually, kissing her firmly. It’s easy to follow his lead, to let him slip his tongue between her lips, let him pull and tug at her delicate flesh, to feel him and lose herself to him. It makes her weightless all over again.

Once it was easy to love Aemond. They found friendship easily as children, even when they bickered and argued, because they could always forgive each other.

Some time ago she realised that love has always been destined to fade away, like summer changing into autumn, winter snows melting away with the spring. There is no place for it amongst the animosity between their families, causes they were born to, that neither of them will ever forsake.

Aemond pulls away but stays close to her, a hand on her waist, the other on her cheek. “I want you to stay.”

“And what then? What do you think could ever become of us?” The one-eyed Prince and the bastard Princess.

Suddenly she hates the stillness of this room, the weight of his silence in her chest. 

Aemond’s hand slips from her cheek, his expression falling from pleading to indifference. 

She leaves him standing there, bare chested and breathless, with no light to catch in the cut edges of his sapphire. She fades back into the shadows of the passageway, amongst the cold and the dark and the bones.

The rot has set in. The King will die, and both the Blacks and the Greens will seek to claim his throne. The empty space between her and Aemond can only ever grow.

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i realize i never posted these boys

these are my boys for my restaurant AU: "Have You Eaten?"

the basic premise is this: Y/N works a stressful job where keeping up appearances is paramount. They often treat their clients to a meal at their favourite restaurant, run by the DCA boys—the nutrition-conscious chef Sun, the sweet and friendly chef Moon, and the charming front of house Eclipse. Y/N always orders something small and light so they can focus on talking with their client and maintaining appearances—nothing too large, nothing messy, nothing indulgent. Then after the meal, they walk their client to their car and they wait for their client to leave. Secretly, Y/N is a glutton. Once their client leaves, they hurry back to the restaurant, where their true meal is hot and ready for them.

Eclipse: Welcome back, Starlight! Ready for your second course?

Moon: Do you wanna skip straight to dessert? I tried a new recipe for donuts!

Sun: No. The hour is late, you should have something simple and adequately filling before bed.

Eclipse: Or... maybe you're interested in something "off the menu?"

they're a silly bunch (:

some other notes under the cut

the title is "Have You Eaten?" which is a common greeting in multiple languages. There's something warm about being greeted with this check-in to make sure you that have taken care of your body.

the restaurant is mostly based on a Hong Kong style cafe (a cha chaan teng) but the specials change often and often branch into other types of dishes and cuisines, because the boys like to experiment with new recipes.

Eclipse does have 4 arms, but he usually hides his second pair away because he's found it disturbed customers.

they can eat as an alternative method of recharging, and they can turn off their taste buds. Sun in particular has a bad habit of eating food scraps.

the DCA's relationship with each other is... complicated? They don't exactly like each other but are forced by their code to remain within a certain distance to each other. So they begrudgingly work and live together and cause trouble for each other's lives.

despite having separate bodies, their code forces them to stay within a certain radius (1515 feet, or the approximate distance between the 2 furthest points of the Mega Pizzaplex). They wear clip-on earrings to extend the range whenever they need extra space (usually Eclipse, hence why he has so many).

Eclipse is the oldest—he was built first for the theatre. Many years later, Eclipse was moved to the daycare to entertain children. But since they were short-staffed, Sun and Moon were built using Eclipse's code to help him at the daycare.

their pizzaplex was left to ruin and the three of them got out and were picked up by an old chef, who took them in and taught them everything he knows before leaving his restaurant to them and passing away.

i would like to write something for this AU. The main story still needs some work, but I have a lot of little drabble ideas that I might write. Or maybe it will be an AU full of drabbles. That's a possibility too. Although I would like to explore stories with other y/ns, like one who is a picky eater, one who has a lot of food allergies, etc.

also head's up: innuendos. innuendos everywhere. (most of which are Eclipse's fault)

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Quiet Vibrations - Vander x Fem!Reader

Summary:  Vander and the children saved you. Now something from the past makes Vander remind you that this is your home now.

Genre/ Pairing: smut, Vander x Fem!Reader 

WARNINGS: MDNI!, tension, teasing, vibrator, dom!Vander, Fem!Reader, dom/sub dynamics, biting, pet names, whore, slut, nipple play, clit biting (?), squirting, fingering, praise kink, belt, overstimulation, creampie, oral sex ( f receiving) ... (lmk if I missed any!)

Word Count: 6.6k.

Notes: Vander has me so down badd.. So expect more content/gimme ideas, please!!

Reblog and like!! I read every comment, they make my whole day! 

If you find any spelling errors, no you didn't. Grammarly don’t fail me now 🙂 If you don't like nsfw content, please don't read it!

The neon lights of the Last Drop flickered in the grimy windows, casting a sad glow onto the damp cobblestones of the Undercity alley. Inside, the clink of glasses and muffled laughter painted a stark contrast to the harsh reality outside. It was a haven for those who'd lost their way, and she was no exception.

Once a bright-eyed girl from the gleaming spires of Piltover, she had stumbled upon this place, seeking refuge from the cold, judgmental eyes of the city above. Vander's kindness had drawn her in, his mission to care for the lost children of the streets had captivated her, and soon she found herself trading in her silver tray for a rag and a warm smile.

Years had passed, seasons of despair and joy, as she watched the children grow, their eyes reflecting the warmth she had brought into their lives. The Last Drop became her home, the children her family, and Vander, the stoic guardian she never knew she needed.

He had taught her to mix drinks that could soothe the roughest of souls and to serve with a grace that could make the most hardened criminal feel a touch of humanity. They had become an unlikely pair, she with her tender heart and he with his roughened exterior, yet together, they had created a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

As the children grew and the needs of the Last Drop evolved, she found herself moving from the bustling main floor to a quieter room upstairs. The extra space was a gift, a token of Vander's appreciation for her unwavering dedication.

She had packed her meager belongings into a small, battered suitcase, the kind that whispered of countless journeys and untold stories. The room was small but cozy, filled with the faint scent of dust and the distant echoes of laughter that had yet to find their way out of the walls.

The air was thick with anticipation as Vander lent his strong arms to help with the heavy lifting. They navigated the narrow staircase, each step creaking under their weight. His eyes never left hers, filled with a warmth that she had come to cherish. In the stillness of the moment, she felt a flutter in her stomach, a sensation she hadn't felt in years.

The children watched from the shadows, their faces a mix of excitement and curiosity. They had grown accustomed to her presence, looking up to her with a fondness she hadn't known since leaving the gleaming towers of Piltover.

As they reached the top of the stairs, the door to her new room stood open, a beacon of possibility in the dimly lit hallway. The mattress was old and lumpy, a relic from another era that had seen more nights than she had. She had hoped for a fresh start, a clean slate, but fate had other plans.

The suitcase toppled over as she tried to maneuver it into the cramped space, and out spilled the contents of a life she had kept hidden, even from herself. There, amidst her clothes and keepsakes, was the vibrator, a silent witness to her most private moments. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't hide it fast enough.

Vander's eyes widened, his hand frozen in midair as he reached for the last corner of the mattress. The air grew still, the laughter from the children downstairs fading into the background. She wanted to shrink away, to vanish into the shadows like the children had, but her legs refused to cooperate. Instead, she stared at the object of her mortification, her heart hammering in her chest like it was trapped in a cage.

Their eyes met again, and she saw something flicker in his gaze, something she had never noticed before. It was a look of surprise, yes, but also something deeper, something that made her breath catch in her throat. It was curiosity, a hint of desire that made her tremble with a need she had long buried. She had dedicated her life to the children, to Vander's cause, but in that moment, she realized she had forgotten about herself, about the woman she used to be, the woman who craved passion and intimacy.

Vander cleared his throat, his face a mask of embarrassment. "I, uh, I didn't know you had… one of those." He reached down to pick it up, his hands rough against the smooth plastic. She could see the veins in his forearms, the muscles tensing as he held the vibrator, and she couldn't help but wonder what those hands would feel like on her body.

Her thoughts were racing, a jumbled mess of panic and arousal. She had moved to the Undercity to escape the rigid expectations of Piltover, to find a place where she could be herself. And now, in this tiny, cramped room, she was face to face with a side of herself she had kept hidden, even from Vander, the man who knew her better than anyone.

The children's voices grew fainter as she stepped closer to him, the room seeming to shrink around them. "It's… it's just a thing," she stuttered, her eyes darting around the room, trying to find something, anything, to change the subject.

Vander's gaze softened, and he placed the vibrator on the bedside table, his thumb lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Look, I understand," he said gruffly, his eyes never leaving hers. "We've been through a lot together, you and I. You're like a mother to these kids, and I… well, I've done my best to be a father to them." His hand hovered in the air for a moment before gently coming to rest on her head, the warmth of his palm searing through her hair. "This doesn't change anything, okay?"

Vander's hand on her head was a familiar weight, a reminder of the comfort he had offered her countless times before. His thumb traced slow circles, soothing her like a child's lullaby, and she couldn't help but lean into it, her eyes fluttering shut. She had forgotten she had it, the vibrator, but the truth was, she hadn't forgotten the need it filled. She had just buried it deep, beneath layers of selflessness and duty.

Her entire body was on fire, and she couldn't bring herself to look away from his hand, the simple touch speaking volumes of his care and understanding. They had shared so much, so many late nights and stolen moments of comfort that had grown into something more profound. It wasn't the first time they had crossed the line between friendship and desire, but it was always shrouded in the darkness of the night, whispered secrets shared in the quiet after the Last Drop had closed its doors.

With a nod that was almost imperceptible, she whispered the truth, her voice trembling like a leaf in the wind. "I… I had forgotten I had it," she confessed, her cheeks aflame with a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment. The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of their unspoken history.

Vander's hand paused on her head for a moment longer, his thumb still tracing gentle circles, and she couldn't help but lean into the comfort he offered. It was a silent acknowledgment of their shared past, a secret woven into the very fabric of the Last Drop.

He loved her, she knew that, loved her in a way that transcended the boundaries of their roles as caretakers to the children of the Undercity. His love was as steadfast as the crumbling walls that surrounded them, a foundation that had held them together through the darkest of times.

He took a step back, the mattress now in its rightful place, the room feeling even smaller with the weight of their unspoken history. "We'll talk about this later, when it's just us," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to vibrate through her core. "But for now, let's get the rest of this done."

Her nod was light, barely perceptible, and she whispered her agreement, the words sticking in her throat like a confession she hadn't meant to make. As he turned to leave, she couldn't help but watch his retreating form, the way his shoulders filled the doorway, the muscles in his back flexing with the effort of carrying the last of her possessions. The air in the room felt charged, as if it had been waiting for this moment, holding its breath in anticipation.

The reader's heart was racing as she heard his footsteps fade away, the echo of his words lingering in the air. She took a deep, trembling breath and let it out slowly, willing her body to calm down. The vibrator on the bedside table was a silent sentinel of a side of her she had long buried under the weight of her new life in the Undercity. But she knew it wasn't entirely forgotten, not for her, and not for Vander.

Their encounters had been few and far between, stolen moments of passion that had crept up on them like shadows in the night. Each time, it had been a mix of comfort and desperation, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had grown between them over the years.

They had never talked about it, never given it a name, but it was as real and tangible as the whiskey that burned in the patrons' throats downstairs. It was a bond forged in the crucible of shared hardships, a secret shared in the quiet when the last light of the day had been swallowed by the ever-present gloom of the Undercity.

The reader couldn't help but let her gaze linger on the vibrator, feeling the heat spread from her cheeks to the rest of her body. It was a reminder of her needs, of the woman she had been before the weight of her new life had settled on her shoulders.

She had never been shy about her desires, not even in the stuffy drawing rooms of Piltover. But here, in the grit and grime of the Last Drop, she had found a purpose that had pushed those needs into the background.

As the last of the boxes were brought upstairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing within her. The children bustled around them, eager to help and claim their new "big sister's" attention, but she was lost in her own thoughts. Vander's touch had been a spark that ignited the embers of a fire she had long ago thought extinguished. The way he had looked at her, the understanding in his eyes, it was as if he knew the secrets she kept hidden in her heart.

The reader took a moment to compose herself, her trembling hands smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, a dress she had once worn to a gala in Piltover, now stained with the sweat and grime of a life lived in the Undercity. She looked around the room, the walls closing in on her, the memories of those stolen moments with Vander playing out like a silent film reel in her mind. The times when the world had faded away, and all that had existed was the two of them, tangled in the sheets of his room, their breaths mingling in the darkness.

It wasn't a new occurrence, their secret trysts. They had been happening for years, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had grown between them. They had always approached it with a gentle caution, never pushing each other further than the other was willing to go. It was a dance of passion and restraint, a balancing act performed in the shadows of the Last Drop's stolen moments.

Vander had always been careful, his rough hands tender as they had explored your body, his touch speaking louder than any words could. you had loved him for it, loved him for the way he understood you without ever asking for anything in return. The children were their priority, always and forever, but in the quiet hours of the night, when the city was asleep, they had found refuge in each other's arms.

He had been your rock, your confidant, the one person who had never judged you for your past or your desires. His love was a gentle embrace that had given you the strength to face the harsh realities of the Undercity, and in return, you had given him a piece of yourself that you had thought was lost.

The vibrator was a symbol of that part of you that had been left behind in Piltover, a part that craved the kind of pleasure that had nothing to do with the endless cycle of caretaking and sacrifice. It was a reminder of the woman you had been before the Last Drop had claimed you, and you knew that Vander knew that.

The room grew warmer as the children's laughter and chatter grew louder downstairs. you couldn't help but wonder if they sensed the change in the air, the subtle shift in the dynamics between their makeshift parents. Vander had always been there, a pillar of strength and support, but now there was something else, something that made your pulse race, skin tingling with anticipation.

Your eyes fell on the vibrator again, and she couldn't help but pick it up, her hands trembling with the memories of past moments of solace. It was a simple device, a small, sleek cylinder that promised release and escape, but in her hands, it felt like a declaration of war against the rigidity of her self-imposed celibacy.

Vander had said they would talk later, when it was just the two of them, and you knew what that meant. They would navigate the murky waters of their desires with the same care they had taken in raising the children. It wouldn't be rushed, it wouldn't be forced. It would be slow, deliberate, a dance they had perfected over the years.

But now, with the vibrator in your hand, you felt a restlessness she hadn't felt in a long time. The need was there, a hunger that gnawed at your insides, demanding to be fed. you knew that later, when the Last Drop was quiet and the children were tucked away in their makeshift beds, you would lay beside Vander and let him soothe away the ache you hadn't even realized was there.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing, and placed the vibrator back in the bedside table, tucked under layers of clothes. you knew that you werent ready to let go of the woman you had been, the woman who had the right to want, to need. But you also knew that the time for secrets was over, that the bond you shared with Vander was stronger than the whispers of the Undercity.

With a newfound resolve, you descended the creaky stairs, the laughter and shouts of the children a comforting backdrop to your tumultuous thoughts. The Last Drop was in full swing, a symphony of chaos and warmth that you had come to know so well. Vander was behind the bar, his broad shoulders tense as he poured drinks with a precision that spoke of his unwavering dedication to his patrons.

You slid into your role, the familiar rhythm of the night wrapping around you like a well-worn cloak. The children watched you, their eyes filled with trust and affection, and you felt a pang of guilt for the secret you had kept from them, the secret that was now out in the open.

As the clock's hands inched closer to midnight, you began the ritual of herding the children upstairs. You whispered goodnights to the boys, ensuring they had their essentials, and even though you knew it was unnecessary, you checked that they had used the bathroom. The smiles they gave you were worth the extra effort, the mischief in their eyes hinting at the pranks they would play on you if you weren't vigilant. You tucked them in, their cheeks flushed with the warmth of the day's mischief, and hoped that tomorrow would bring them joy.

Finally, you reached the girls' room, the soft light from the street lamps casting a warm glow on the worn wooden floorboards. They were already in bed, their eyes heavy with the promise of sleep. You kissed powder on the forehead, her sweetness a balm to your soul, and whispered sweet nothings into her ear.

Vi looked up at you, her eyes reflecting the quiet strength you had come to admire in her. She was a fighter, a survivor, and you were so proud to be a part of her life. With a gentle pat, you tucked her in. You brushed a stray lock from her forehead, her skin as soft as silk, and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Goodnight, my little warrior," you murmured, earning a sleepy smile in return.

The night grew later, the sounds of the Undercity lulling the Last Drop into a gentle rhythm of whispers and clinking glasses. You moved behind the bar with Vander, your movements a silent symphony of efficiency and grace. Their eyes met in the reflection of the mirrored shelves, a silent understanding passing between them. The whiskey flowed, the laughter grew softer, and the children began to drift upstairs, lured by the promise of bedtime stories and the warm embrace of sleep.

As the last of the stragglers stumbled out into the night, leaving the bar to the comforting hum of the neon sign outside, Vander turned to you, his gaze intense. His eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. His hand reached out, brushing against her waist, and she knew the moment had come. The dance of passion they had so carefully choreographed was about to begin.

He led her upstairs, the creaks of the ancient floorboards echoing their silent promise. The room that had once been a sanctuary of solitude now felt like a cocoon of anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desire. He closed the door behind them, the final barrier between them and the outside world, and she watched as he moved towards the bed, his steps slow and deliberate.

Vander took the vibrator from the bedside table, his eyes never leaving hers. He turned it on, the low buzz a declaration of intent. She swallowed hard, her eyes transfixed on the way his hand held the device, his fingers curling around it with a familiarity that made her knees weak. He approached her, his movements a blend of tenderness and authority. He knew her body like a map, every contour and curve, every sensitive spot that made her gasp.

But tonight was different.

Vander's touch was gentle yet firm as he took the vibrator from the bedside table. He approached you, the buzzing toy a silent promise of the pleasure to come. His eyes searched yours, questioning, seeking consent. You nodded, breath hitching as you felt a thrill of excitement. He knew you so well, knew that you craved the balance of his softness and dominance.

He leaned in, his whiskey-laced breath fanning your cheek. "Is this okay?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through your bones. you could only nod, your voice lost in the storm of emotions that surged within you. He took the vibrator and set it aside, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached for the buttons of your dress. Each one released with a soft click, a staccato symphony of desire that echoed in the stillness of the room.

As he peeled back the fabric, his touch was featherlight, a gentle caress that made your skin come alive. His eyes traced the path of his fingertips, drinking in the sight of you with a hunger that made your knees buckle. He kissed you then, his lips a sweet pressure that grew more insistent with each passing second. His hands roamed over your body, his touch both tender and possessive. You moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled by his kiss.

Vander broke away, his eyes dark with need. He placed a finger to your lips, his voice a harsh whisper. "Quiet," he said, the command laced with a hint of a smile. "We don't want to wake the little ones." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a thrill at the illicitness of their actions in this sanctuary they had built together. He picked up the vibrator once more, his thumb flicking over the controls until it grew louder, the promise of pleasure a constant hum in the air.

He traced the vibrator down your body, the sensation making you arch into his touch. His other hand gripped your waist, holding you steady as he explored you with a newfound dominance. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your throat. The vibrations grew stronger, more intense, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. His eyes never left yours, his gaze a silent challenge as he pushed you further, the thrill of their clandestine encounter heightening the sensations.

Vander whispered against your skin, his breath hot and urgent. "Do you like this?" His voice was a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in every part of your being. You nodded, unable to form words, your body speaking for you as it trembled with need. He smirked, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and the power of that knowledge was intoxicating.

He moved the vibrator away, the sudden absence of the sensation making you whimper. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. He bent down, his lips brushing against the pulse point in your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that felt like branding irons. His teeth grazed your skin, the slight sting sending a bolt of pleasure through your body. His mouth moved upwards, kissing your collarbone, the hollow of your throat, and finally reaching your breasts.

You gasped as his mouth closed over a nipple, the sensation a stark contrast to the gentle touch of his kisses. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, and your back arched off the bed. The vibrator was forgotten, replaced by the intense pleasure of his mouth on your body. He moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, his hand squeezing gently, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You felt a bead of moisture form between your legs, the fabric of your underwear growing damp.

He pulled away, his eyes searching yours for permission. "If you can't keep quiet," he whispered, his voice a dark promise, "I'll have to find other ways to keep you silent." He paused, watching your reaction, and when you nodded eagerly, he reached for the vibrator again, the anticipation making your heart pound. He turned it up to a higher setting, the buzzing a sweet torture in the quiet room.

With a smirk, he placed it at your entrance, the vibrations making your entire body quiver. He watched as your eyes rolled back, a soft whine escaping your lips. He chuckled, a sound that was more a rumble than a laugh, and whispered, "You're going to have to be quieter than that, love." His hand reached up, covering your mouth with his calloused palm. The feel of his skin against yours was almost as overwhelming as the sensations building within you.

His other hand remained on the vibrator, his thumb pressing down to increase the intensity. You tried to muffle your moans into his hand, the effort only making them more pronounced. He kissed along your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving faint marks that would be hidden by your clothes but that you'd feel for days. His touch was like fire, burning a path up your body, setting your nerve endings alight with every caress.

As your hips began to buck against his hand, he removed it, replacing the vibrator with something softer, warmer. His mouth closed around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh as his hand trailed down your body. His teeth tugged gently, the sensation sending a jolt straight to your core. You tried to stifle the moan that bubbled up, biting down on your bottom lip until you tasted blood, but it was no use. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

Vander's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I told you, love," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. He reached up, placing a finger over your mouth, silencing you. "If you can't be quiet," he began, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine, "I'll have to find other ways to keep you quiet."

With deliberate slowness, he unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. You watched, breath bated, as he folded it in half, the edges lined with the promise of a bite. He leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours as he slid the belt between your teeth. The leather was cold, tasting faintly of metal, and you felt a thrill of fear and excitement as he tightened it, securing it around your head.

"Bite down," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. You did as he asked, feeling the leather press against your teeth. He tested it, his thumb brushing against your cheek, watching to ensure you could handle it. He nodded, a pleased look in his eyes, before turning his attention back to your trembling body.

With renewed vigor, he returned to your breasts, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, his hands moving down to grip your hips. He held you firmly in place, his touch a silent demand for obedience. He knew you craved this, the sweet mix of pain and pleasure that came from his dominance.

Vander's gaze dropped to the damp fabric of your underwear, his eyes darkening with desire. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband, pulling them down in a slow, deliberate motion. The cool air of the room kissed your skin as he exposed you to his view. He took a moment to appreciate the sight, his eyes lingering on the glistening wetness that had gathered between your thighs.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need. He knelt between your legs, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the length of your slit, the sensation making you jolt with pleasure. He licked you with a slow, deliberate strokes, savoring the taste of you. His beard tickled your inner thighs, sending goosebumps across your skin.

He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, the pressure building until you thought you would scream. You bit down hard on the belt, the leather cutting into your skin, muffling the cries that threatened to escape. His mouth was a masterpiece of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that played across your body. You felt yourself rising, your muscles tensing, every nerve ending alive with the promise of release.

He sensed your impending climax and increased his pace, his tongue flicking against your clit in a relentless rhythm. The vibrator was forgotten, lost in the haze of sensation as his mouth claimed you completely. The world narrowed to the point of his tongue, the feel of his beard against your skin, the smell of him, of the bar, of the whiskey that lingered on his breath. You bucked your hips, trying to get closer, trying to get away, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Vander's grip on your hips tightened, his teeth sinking gently into your inner thigh. The bite of pain was a sweet counterpoint to the pleasure, grounding you in the moment. You felt the marks forming, a brand of his possession, and the thought only made you wetter. He laved a trail of kisses up your thigh, each one tender and soothing, as if apologizing for the bruises he knew he was leaving behind. He reached the juncture of your thigh and hip, his mouth lingering, his tongue tracing the curve of your bone before moving on.

You could feel the tension building, the coil winding tighter with each stroke of his tongue. He knew your body so well, knew exactly how to push you to the brink and keep you there, teetering on the edge of release. His eyes never left yours, watching the play of emotions across your face, the way your pupils dilated with need. He took his time, savoring the moment, his mouth a masterful instrument that played you like a finely tuned instrument.

And then, without warning, he stopped. He sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with your arousal. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze, the intensity of his stare making your breath catch in your throat. He held your eyes as he reached for the vibrator, his fingers wrapping around it firmly.

With a flick of his wrist, he turned it on again, the buzzing filling the room. He placed it at your entrance, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. He waited, watching your reaction, his thumb hovering over the button to increase the speed. "Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr that made you squirm. You nodded frantically, the need for release consuming you.

He chuckled, a dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Good girl." His thumb pressed down, the vibrations growing stronger, the pleasure more intense. He slid it in, filling you, the sensation overwhelming. You bit down hard on the belt, the leather cutting into your teeth as you struggled to keep silent. His eyes never left yours as he began to move the vibrator in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hand steady and sure.

He leaned down, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was as fierce as the passion that had built between you. His tongue claimed you, mimicking the movements of the vibrator, the dual sensations making your head spin. His hand moved to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as the vibrator filled you, stretching and teasing.

You could feel yourself tightening around the device, your body begging for release. His mouth moved to your ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Do you want to come for me?" he whispered, his teeth grazing the lobe. You nodded, unable to form words, your body trembling with anticipation. His hand moved the vibrator in a slow, rhythmic motion, the pressure building, the vibrations echoing through your core.

Vander leaned back, watching your face as he worked his magic. His eyes searched yours, a silent conversation that asked for more, that demanded you submit completely to the pleasure he offered. You felt your body respond, hips bucking upwards, desperate for the release that hovered just out of reach. His hand moved the vibrator in a steady rhythm, each pass bringing you closer to the edge.

As the pleasure grew too intense to bear, he leaned down, his mouth claiming your clit in a gentle bite. The sudden burst of pain mixed with pleasure was too much, and you felt yourself come apart, your body writhing in ecstasy. He didn't stop, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as your muscles clenched around the vibrator. The world swam, a kaleidoscope of sensations that overwhelmed you completely.

The room was silent except for the harsh sounds of your muffled cries and the low buzz of the vibrator. He watched you, his gaze dark and hungry, as you writhed beneath him. He could feel the tension building in your body, the way your muscles tightened around the vibrator. His hand moved faster, pressing the toy harder against you, and you felt yourself start to squirt, the warm wetness soaking the bed beneath you.

Vander's eyes grew wide with surprise and excitement, a feral grin spreading across his face. He leaned back, taking in the sight of your body convulsing with pleasure. The vibrator slipped from his hand, forgotten as he watched you come apart. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. He reached out, his thumb brushing through the wetness, smearing it across your skin.

Before you could recover, he was on you, his body covering yours. He kissed you hard, his tongue demanding entry, the taste of you on his lips. He reached for his own pants, the fabric straining against his erection. With a quick movement, he freed himself, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. He paused, his eyes searching yours, making sure you were ready. You nodded, your body begging for him to fill you.

He pushed in, the thickness of him stretching you wide. You gasped against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming. He was gentle at first, his movements tentative, but as your body began to accept him, he grew more confident, more demanding. His hips picked up speed, his cock sliding in and out of you in a rhythm that mirrored the vibrator's earlier movements.

"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "So tight. Like you were made for me." His words were a sweet agony, a symphony of dirty talk that danced in the air between you. You bit down harder on the belt, the leather cutting into your skin as you fought to keep your moans contained. He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you like that, love? Do you like feeling me so deep inside you?"

You nodded, unable to find your voice. His hands moved to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as he thrust into you. "I knew you would," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You're a whore for it, aren't you?" He didn't wait for a response, his hips snapping against yours as he claimed you fully. The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, the low buzz of the vibrator, and the quiet sounds of your muffled pleasure.

"Look at me," he growled, his eyes burning with a fierce desire. You met his gaze, the intensity of it making your stomach flip. "I'm going to fuck you like you're in heat, love. Like you're a bitch in the streets, begging for it." His whispered words were a brand, a declaration of his dominance that sent a jolt of arousal straight to your clit. He watched you, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucked you with a passion that bordered on violence.

With each thrust, he whispered filthy words into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "So good, so tight," he murmured. "You're going to come again, aren't you?" His hand moved down, his fingers finding your clit, pressing down as he continued to pound into you. The pleasure was building higher and higher until you were sure you couldn't take anymore.

But Vander wasn't done with you. He increased his speed, his grip on your hips tightening. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice a low rumble. "Come like the dirty slut you are." His words were a trigger, the final push that sent you spiraling over the edge. Your body clenched around him, muscles contracting as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

He watched you come, his eyes dark with satisfaction. His own climax was close, you could feel his cock pulsing within you, the head of it swelling with his impending release. With a final, brutal thrust, he emptied himself inside you, his warmth filling you as he collapsed on top of you, panting. The belt fell from your mouth, the leather leaving a red imprint on your skin.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing, the buzz of the vibrator now silent. He kissed you then, a gentle press of his lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth as if to claim the last of your pleasure. "Mine," he murmured, the word a quiet declaration of ownership that made your heart race. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through your body.

For a moment, you simply lay there, your hearts pounding in sync. His weight was a comfort, a reminder of the connection you shared, the bond that had grown between you amidst the chaos of the Undercity. You knew this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your relationship, one that would be filled with passion and intensity.

With a gentle sigh, Vander pulled away, his eyes filled with a soft tenderness that made your heart swell. He helped you sit up, the mattress dipping slightly as he moved off the bed. You watched him as he bent down, the muscles in his back rippling as he picked up the discarded vibrator and the belt. The sight of him, so focused on caring for you even in the aftermath of passion, brought a warmth to your chest.

Together, you moved around the room, tidying up the evidence of your encounter. The smell of sex hung in the air, a heady scent that only served to remind you of the intimacy you'd shared. The vibrator was placed back in its hiding spot, the belt folded neatly and set aside. The room was returned to order, the only clue to your tryst the rumpled bed you'd soon share with him.

Once everything was in its place, you turned to each other, the silence speaking volumes. He took your hand, leading you back to the bed. He pulled the covers over you both, his arm wrapping around your waist as you snuggled into his embrace. His chest was a warm pillow, the steady beat of his heart a comforting lullaby.

You lay there, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, his breath a gentle tickle against your neck. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the single candle that had illuminated your passion, casting shadows that danced on the walls. Your mind raced with thoughts of what tomorrow would bring, but for now, you were content in the present, wrapped in the arms of the man who had become so much more than just a friend.

As sleep began to claim you, you felt his hand rest gently on your hip, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin. His lips brushed against your forehead, leaving a tender kiss that spoke volumes in the quiet of the night.

The candle's flame flickered, casting shifting shadows across the walls, a silent witness to the profound shift in your relationship. The room was clean, the evidence of your passion tucked away, but the intimate scent lingered, a testament to the fiery dance you had shared.

You nestled closer to Vander, your body fitting against his like a puzzle piece finding its place. His warmth seeped into you, chasing away the last remnants of the cold, lonely nights you had known before him. Your heart slowed to match his steady rhythm, the beat a comforting lullaby whispering of a future filled with shared secrets and stolen moments. The mattress beneath you felt like a haven, the sheets a cocoon of safety and desire.

***Extra:

The next day dawned with a gentle light that streamed through the small window of the Last Drop. You stirred from your slumber, the scent of whiskey and sweat clinging to the air like a lover's embrace. The bar was quiet, the children still asleep in the makeshift bunk beds that lined the walls. You stretched, muscles protesting the exertion of the night before, and felt a twinge of satisfaction at the memory of the bruises Vander had left on your body.

You slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and padded over to the sink to wash the night from your skin. The cold water was a shock, but it served to clear your foggy thoughts. As you dressed, you couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of belonging, a secret shared with the man who had become your confidant, your protector, and now, your lover.

Moving into the main area of the bar, you began your morning routine, wiping down the sticky counters and sweeping the floor. The familiarity of the tasks was soothing, a balm to the tumultuous emotions churning within you. Vander emerged from his office, looking as ruggedly handsome as ever. He caught your gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Morning, love," he called out, his voice carrying a hint of the possessiveness that had colored it the night before.

You blushed, ducking your head to hide your smile. The tension of the night was a living thing between you, a coil of anticipation and fear that tightened with every step. You knew the children couldn't suspect, not yet. It was a secret that burned in your chest, a secret that made every interaction feel charged with potential discovery.

As you cleaned, you overheard a few of the regulars teasing Vander about the teeth marks in his belt. They laughed, thinking it was some sort of barroom brawl souvenir. Vander's eyes flicked to you, a glint of mischief in his gaze. "Some people just don't know how to keep quiet," he said with a shrug, his tone a perfect blend of sarcasm and nonchalance. Your heart skipped a beat, the memory of your bitten lip and muffled cries coming back in a rush.

The men chuckled, unaware of the intimate meaning behind his words. You felt a thrill of excitement, the rush of adrenaline mixing with the sweetness of the secret you shared. It was a heady concoction, one that made your cheeks flush and your hands shake. Vander winked at you, the gesture so subtle that no one else noticed. It was a silent promise, a shared joke that only served to deepen the bond that had formed between you.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur, the normalcy of your routines a stark contrast to the tumult of your emotions. Vander took his place at the bar, serving drinks and spinning tall tales with the ease of a seasoned storyteller. You watched him, unable to shake the image of him above you, his face contorted with passion, his body claiming yours.

As the day wore on, the children began to stir, their laughter and chatter filling the bar with the sound of life. You moved among them, serving breakfast with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. They were oblivious to the shift in the air, the electric current that now flowed between you and Vander. But you felt it, a constant hum that vibrated through every interaction.

You knew that the night had changed everything, that there was no going back. The line you had so carefully drawn had been crossed, and now you had to navigate the murky waters of a relationship that was anything but typical. But as you watched Vander with the children, his face softening into a smile that was just for them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what lay ahead. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: you had found something rare and precious in the chaos of the Undercity, and you weren't about to let it go without a fight.

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Miracle Worker

SUMMARY |  After a devastating accident left you unable to have children, you struggle with deep depression, but eventually took over as CEO of Hope Media. Your friends Taeyong and Johnny selflessly supported you, with Johnny secretly longing to be more than a friend. Everything shifted when Jaehyun expressed interest, bringing excitement and a new romance into your life. A surprise pregnancy leaves you torn between Jaehyun and Johnny as potential fathers. Will Jaehyun choose to stay with you? Will Johnny's feelings change? Can you find true happiness amidst the complexities of love and friendship?

PAIRINGS |  Johnny x Reader x Jaehyun

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked 

GENRE |  smut, angst, romance, drama

CONTENT/WARNINGS |  profanity, drinking, mentions of car accident/trauma, office au, friends to lovers, flirting, teasing, pregnancy, threesome, poly relationship, voyeurism, cuckolding, car sex, unprotective sex, office sex, oral sex (both male/female receiving and giving), fingering, marking, shoulder biting, hair grabbing, creampies, daddy kink, breeding/impregnation, pet names, lots of dirty talk

LENGTH |  29,089 words 

TAGLIST |  @lovetaroandtaemin

NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety @keopihaus @dove-net @neocity-net

AUTHOR’S NOTE | I originally posted this back in 2019 back on my AFF account as a multi-chaptered series but I took a break from it and never finished it. So I decided to bring this back with better writing and as a long fic instead lol. Thank you @lovetaroandtaemin and @unholywriters for beta-reading this monster of a fic and thank you @shadowkoo for the beautifulllllll banner. I appreciate all the help and the work that you two helped with with this. 💚 I hope everyone enjoys reading this and thank you and much love!

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"Oh, come on," you rolled your eyes, hands gripping the steering wheel. You had been stuck in traffic for about an hour, and you barely budged from your spot. What the hell was going on to cause this traffic? You pushed a few buttons on the infotainment screen of your car, hearing the echoes of ringing.

"Hey boss," the voice of your male assistant said enthusiastically on the other line. "Are you here yet?"

"Jisung-ah, I'm stuck in traffic. I have no idea what time I'll get into the office," you muttered, letting out a small groan. "This is complete torture."

"Oh, that's not good. Did you want me to push your schedule back for tomorrow?" Jisung asked.

"Yes please," you said as you stepped on the gas pedal lightly and then on the brakes to stop. "I have that Management meeting soon, right? Keep that open and reschedule everything else. Let the others know that I’ll be a tad bit late.

"No problem," Jisung said as you heard him scribble something on a pad of paper. "Oh! Did you want me to reschedule your lunch with your father as well?"

"If you can Jisung," Lunch with dad… You felt bad since you barely had time to spend with your dad due to taking over his position since he retired. "Actually, can you make dinner reservations for us over at Heaven’s Highway? Include both Johnny and Taeyong, please."

"Ouuu. The fancy restaurant. I'll be sure to let him know about the change of plans," Jisung said. You heard him shuffling around in the background, most likely heading over to his desk. "I hope you get here soon. Johnny-hyung and a few of the others just stepped into your office for the meeting."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for reminding me, Jisung. I'm hoping the traffic goes by faster," you muttered as you slowly moved in traffic. "I'll see you when I get there."

"Yep. See you soon," Jisung said before he hung up. You focused on the road, and before you knew it, traffic started to move along. You continued to drive along the main streets of Seoul until you pulled into your personal parking space at the company’s garage that was only a few feet from the main building. You got up out of the car, locked it and walked out of the garage to look at the towering building in front of you.

Hope Media.

Your baby. Your child.

For the longest time, you poured out all your time and feelings into the company. You were the only child in your family, so when your father retired, you took over the position of CEO of Hope Media at the age of twenty. The company flourished under the ten years you took control. It was now one of the leading companies that produced movies, TV dramas, commercials and music videos. You noticed the poster of Dream, Hope Media’s highly acclaimed actress who was currently promoting a new sageuk drama. You remembered that Dream started her career into acting the year that you took over the company. She was one of the factors of Hope Media becoming as successful as it is.

Walking into the main entrance of the building, several employees called out their greetings. You gave them several nods and continued towards the elevator where one of your best friends stood, checking his watch and lightly tapping his feet.

"Good morning, Taeyong," you said as you stood by the man.

"Don’t you mean 'good afternoon'?" He looked up and lightly huffed at you. He gave you an amused grin a few seconds later as he pushed the up button to the elevator. "Geezes Y/N, it’s past lunchtime, and you’re just now coming into the office? Did you forget about the meeting?"

"No, I didn't forget. Traffic was a bitch," you sighed, ran a hand through your hair and entered the elevator as the doors opened. Pressing the button to the top floor, you leaned back against the wall. "I swear there's like construction on every corner in Seoul."

"There's construction everywhere," Lee Taeyong muttered as he watched you. He crossed his arms and leaned against the elevator wall, watching the floor numbers flash before his eyes. "Jisung told me that you invited Johnny and I to have dinner with your dad?"

"Yeah, since I obviously missed lunch with him," you frowned and plucked at your sleeve. "Plus, Dad has been saying that he wants to see you and Johnny since you guys stopped visiting him."

"I haven't stopped visiting him," Taeyong chuckled as the elevator stopped. "You’re just keeping us busy, and I have to pick up your slack when you're out of the office."

"Oh hush," you lightly slapped his shoulder as you walked out of the elevator and into the lobby of your upscale office. Park Jisung, a young man in his twenties, rose to his feet when he saw you and gave you a small frown. You gestured to your office. "Are they still waiting for me?"

"Yep. It's only been ten minutes," Jisung said as he handed you several portfolios. "Need me to bring anything for you guys?"

"Nah, it's fine, but thanks, Jisung-ah," you gave him a small smile. "You're the best assistant ever."

"I hope so. With the trouble you caused last time when you ran late for Ms. Dream’s conference, I had to work twice as hard with Johnny-hyung to make sure it went well," Jisung huffed. You chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. He was one of the youngest in the company, but he showed incredible amounts of potential.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate meetings?" You turned to Taeyong and asked him, contemplating if you wanted to open the office door.

He chuckled. "All the time. Let’s just get this over with then, shall we?"

You stepped into your office, Taeyong following after you. This was going to be a long meeting.

The meeting came to an end, and the others filed out of your office. Taeyong and Johnny Suh were the first to make a run to their offices, muttering something about getting ready for tonight’s dinner. You saw Nakamoto Yuta and Lee Jeno in deep conversation about something, Qian Kun following closely behind them as they disappeared towards the elevators. You smiled, told Jisung that you were calling it a night, closed the door to the office, and turned to walk towards your chair but ran into someone’s chest.

Someone was still here?

"You okay, Y/N?" A husky voice rang out. You looked up to see Jeong Jaehyun, the Head Executive of the Creative Accounts Department, looking down at you with a worried expression.

If there was a ranking of the most attractive men in the company, you knew for sure that Jaehyun would be ranked in the top five. He was nice to every girl in every department, considerate to the other employees and in general was just a great employee. He ranked second after Yuta during manager performances, and people seemed to flock to him.

Hell, he was a great lover too. Not that you ever had sex with him. But from the talks of all the girls in various departments, you knew that Jaehyun got around. You thought your other best friend, Johnny, was trouble, but now you have to consider that Jaehyun was trouble as well.

"I'm fine. I didn’t know you were still here," you shook your head lightly and gave him a small smile. "Did you need to talk about something, Jaehyun?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," Jaehyun smiled and you couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip at his handsome features. "Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? You probably didn’t get to eat lunch since you were stuck in traffic, right?"

You lightly shook your head and gave him a small smile. "I’m sorry Jaehyun. I actually have dinner plans with my father and a few friends. Maybe another time?"

"No problem. Just let me know when you're free. You have my number," Jaehyun gave you a small smile before waving and leaving the office.

You have my number...

"You're goddamn right that I have your number, Jeong Jaehyun," you heaved a big sigh and slouched in your chair, kicking off your heels under the desk. You buried your face in your hands, not hearing the sound of a few knocks at the office door and a few muffled voices.

Why did Jaehyun affect you so much? Why did you let him take your phone the other day and put in his number? You groaned in frustration and rubbed your head, your hair becoming messy.

"Yo, Y/N," you vaguely heard Johnny’s voice from the door. You looked up from your hands and sighed as you noticed your best friends. Did they forget something earlier? Johnny gave you a look over, noticed the disheveled hair, the bare feet, and clothes askew. His eyes widened, and he looked at the closed door before making his way to your desk. "We just saw Jaehyun leave the office. Damn, girl. Hooking up with a man years younger than you."

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Jaehyun didn't do anything to you right?"

"I’m fine, Taeyong. And shut up Johnny. It’s not what you think it is," you frowned. "Jaehyun asked me out to dinner, and I declined his invitation."

Johnny raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"We have dinner with my dad tonight," you reminded him, rolling your eyes. Taeyong shook his head when Johnny snapped his fingers in response as he remembered. "And he’s too young for me."

"He’s in his late twenties. That’s not young at all," Johnny muttered. He counted on his fingers. "He's like what… a year younger than you?"

"I’m thirty, Johnny," you reminded him. "Jaehyun is three years younger than me."

"So, what’s wrong with that?" Johnny scratched his head. "He’s an adult, so you don’t have to worry about being a pedophile."

"Maybe that's not the problem," you muttered. You rubbed your temples to relieve tension and slumped into your chair. "Johnny. I'm the boss."

"So?" Johnny asked. Taeyong elbowed him. The two began to exchange looks and you groaned as you buried your face in the files on your desk, hoping that the words in those papers would help you vanish from the room. "You don't need to be shy. Jaehyun is pretty hot, and you’re not exactly unattractive either."

"God, Johnny, can you give it a rest?" You muttered and threw a file at his face, thankful that you were skilled enough to avoid Taeyong's elbow in retaliation. You sighed. "I can't get involved with a guy younger than me. Especially one working under me."

"Sure you can," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows. You saw Taeyong pinch the bridge of his nose as he held back his laughter, and you bit back your own smile. You focused back at Johnny. "Workplace romances do exist and work out in a lot of cases."

"I'd rather not," you said as you swiveled in the chair.

Taeyong shook his head. "If you're that desperate, why don’t you just date one of us? I mean we did sleep together a few times."

"No way," you said quickly, shaking your head. "That was like years ago, Taeyong. Sleeping together a few times is one thing, but to officially date is another."

"You haven’t slept with me yet," Johnny muttered as he made his way towards you and fixed your disheveled outfit and hair. "Why didn't you have sex with me anyway? Don't you like me? I'm awesome and super sexy."

"Johnny," you slapped him lightly with another file. He merely laughed, showing off his pearly white teeth. You glanced at him and raised an eyebrow as you squinted in thought. Johnny was a sexy man too. Good-looking, tall, built, rich. You chuckled a bit and waved him off as he continued to grin at you. "I don't think you can handle my freak."

"I think I can manage," Johnny muttered. "It would be mind-blowing sex, Y/N. I’ll probably be better than Taeyong."

"How do you know that I didn’t have mind-blowing sex with her? For all you know, I’m probably really good," Taeyong muttered.

"Nah, you're most likely a vanilla man, Taeyong," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows. "But you know what they say here..."

"Ahhhh… 'One flirts with Mr Suh to get laid, while one flirts with Mr Lee to be his wife.' That saying?" You asked as you slipped on your heels and grabbed your purse, a chuckle coming from Johnny. "Oh, what's that one about me? 'If you catch the eye of the Lady CEO, then your wildest dreams and fantasies will come true.' Oh man, my reputation must be bad, huh?"

"It’s not all that bad," Taeyong chuckled. "Johnny’s reputation sounds worse than yours."

"What reputation? Y/N sounds more like a sexual predator," Johnny muttered.

"I do not have sex with anyone unless it's consensual," you rolled your eyes.

"I think she already has her next target. She’s probably thinking of fucking Jaehyun right? Stuffing her panties in his pretty little mouth?" Johnny slung an arm around your shoulder as the three of you made your way towards the elevator.

"If you continue talking," you raised a threatening finger, "I'm going to seriously smack you on the mouth. Seriously, fuck off." You lightly pinched the man's side, chuckling as he yelped from pain. Taeyong stifled a laugh as he shook his head, and the doors to the elevator finally opened. 

"Why do you always think I always want to fuck someone and stuff my panties in their mouth?" You muttered as you all boarded the elevator. You watched Taeyong push the button to the lobby and you shrugged Johnny’s arm off. "First it was Yuta, then Doyoung, then poor Kun, and now it’s Jaehyun. Who’s next? Jungwoo from Marketing? Ten from Talent Acquisition? Do you want to be fuckbuddies instead? Do you want a stash of my panties to put in your mouth?"

"I love a woman who knows what she wants," Johnny gave you an appreciative smile. "I love it when she's bossy too. Really turns me on." You only shook your head at his comments. 

Johnny always knew how to rile you up. But at the same time, it was what you liked about the tall man, making you chuckle softly to yourself. "Don’t let my dad hear you mutter those filthy thoughts during dinner."

Taeyong laughed and stepped out of the elevator as it stopped. "Oh, we know. But knowing your dad, he’s going to nag at why you’re not dating one of us."

"Taeyong is right. You'll have to be chained to one of us," Johnny slung an arm around you again, the other lifted in the air to paint an imaginary picture. "I can see it already. 'The CEO is engaged to Mr Suh? Can't wait to go to that wedding!'"

"Shut the hell up," you lightly shoved him.

"If you had to choose, would it be me or Taeyong?" Johnny asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Good question. I don't know," you placed a finger on your chin, exaggerating your actions as you and Taeyong shared an amused look. "Let me think..."

Johnny wanted to protect you at all possible costs. Ever since your accident years ago, he was more protective of you than before. He remembered it so clearly. Your parents and Johnny’s parents knew each other from their corporate jobs in the US. When the families moved to South Korea, they met Taeyong’s family, as they ran in the same social circle.

There was always talk that the families would be united by a marriage. If the Suhs, Lees, and Y/L/Ns had children, they’d marry them off to each other. What better way to keep a successful corporation successful than by uniting their heirs through marriage?

For years, your families brought up the talk whenever the three of you got older. Of course, your relationship started off innocently. The three of you were close, attending the same schools growing up, hanging out with each other and the others from your social group. You were attached at the hip with Johnny and Taeyong for the longest. The three of you had an odd bond that no one ever questioned.

Sure there were arguments among the three of you, but it was easily fixed with an apologetic gift and promises to buy food to make up for it. There wasn’t a memory that wasn't good with Johnny and Taeyong. Even in your teenage years, it was evident that Johnny liked you the most, trying to impress you and be the best in your eyes.

Johnny remembered when it was your twentieth birthday, way before you took over as CEO of Hope Media. You threw an extravagant party and wanted to spend it with an ex-douchebag of a boyfriend and friends. Johnny was too busy helping his father with an important business meeting that he couldn't even attend. From what Taeyong told him, you found out that your ex-boyfriend was cheating on you. You ran from the party onto the street, Taeyong following closely from behind. Taeyong tried to pull you from the road but it just happened all too fast.

A car collided with your body.

That night changed everything.

Johnny remembered running into the emergency room, asking the nurse for your room, asking if you were okay. He remembered being in the room with you when the doctor told you the horrible news. The horrible news that you couldn’t have children. Johnny was there when you broke down in tears.

He was there when you made him and Taeyong promise that they wouldn’t tell your parents that you couldn’t have kids. You didn't want them to find out. You wanted to spare them the pain of your news. Johnny hated the thought of keeping a secret from your parents, but the expression on your face made him not question the situation further.

Johnny shook his head from those memories and watched as you shared a joke with your dad, your smile clearly contagious. You were literally the most beautiful woman he'd ever met, and he had met countless women. You were that one woman he wanted but couldn't have, since you were friends. Plus, you'd probably never seen him as anything more than a best friend, and he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship over feelings. For him, feelings were never easy to admit. And with his thoughts of wanting you for years, he finally decided to bury those feelings deep down in his heart so they could slowly wither away. But with this constant battle of hiding his feelings, it was taking a toll on him. 

Johnny looked over to Taeyong, his other best friend of many years. Taeyong was a handsome man and quite easy on the eyes. If women flirted with Johnny to get laid, then women flirted with Taeyong to be his wife. He was kind and always thought about others. And when he found out that the two of you slept together, he could hardly believe it. Ever since your accident, you filled the void of the bad news by sleeping around with any consenting man that would have you. You said it didn’t matter if you slept around, since you weren’t able to have kids.

Sex for the hell of it. Sex as a distraction. It didn’t matter to you. So Johnny couldn't blame you for sleeping around with others. But Johnny just felt disappointed that it was Taeyong you had sex with instead of him.

He wanted at least one night of being selfish.

"John," your dad called out, Johnny looking up from his plate, glad for the interruptions from his thoughts. "Between you and Taeyong, who would be a better fit for my little angel here?"

"Daddy!" you pouted.

"That's a hard question, uncle," Johnny chuckled, as he gave you a wink. "I would say it’s me, but then Taeyong would probably say he's a better match."

Taeyong shook his head. "Oh no. I agree to disagree."

You frowned. "Daddy, why can't you ask other questions? Can't you ask them how they're doing or what their plans are for the company?"

"Because that's not as fun," your father's eyes shone with amusement. "Why would I want to ask about other boring things when I can ask them about this? Unless you have someone else in mind..."

"I don't think I like the direction this conversation is headed," you groaned.

"I worry about the three of you. You've all known each other since childhood, and you guys still haven't settled down," your dad frowned. He looked at you. "When will your mother and I see grandkids, my angel? You’re already thirty and not getting any younger."

"I know daddy, but I'm so busy with the company to even think about settling down and having kids," you muttered. You never told them about the accident. Only Johnny and Taeyong know of your struggle. They promised to stay quiet and never tell your parents about that horrible night. But now with you not able to conceive children, a marriage for you would be pointless, which made Johnny feel horrible, because you deserved the absolute world and beyond.

"Just marry John," your dad responded without missing a beat. Johnny almost choked on his wine. "Taeyong is a great match, but I think John would be a better husband."

"I agree, uncle," Taeyong held up a glass of wine in a salute. "I was actually going to suggest that they should get married. They’re definitely a perfect match."

"You hear that, angel?" Your dad chuckled. "John will marry you. Oh, both your mothers are going to be happy."

"But daddy," you huffed. "What if Johnny doesn’t want to marry me? I'm sure there are other girls that he's interested in."

"I’d marry you in a heartbeat," Johnny muttered, giving you a small smile, his hand reaching for yours. "No other woman comes to mind but you."

"Is that a proposal, John?" your dad teased, giving him a raised eyebrow. Johnny didn't miss the slight surprise in your expression as he let your hand go.

"Dad, please," you mumbled as your dad called your mom to discuss wedding plans.

"Pinch me," Johnny elbowed Taeyong, the latter lightly pinching his arm. "Ouch! It has to be real since it hurts."

"It’s real. Uncle seems to be really happy that you said you’ll marry her," Taeyong patted his friend’s shoulder. "Besides, I see the way you look at her. You’re in love."

"Yeah, but she probably doesn’t even like me," Johnny sighed. He glanced at his friend. "Don’t you have feelings for her too, Taeyong?"

"Me? No way. Sure, we slept together a few times, and I thought I had feelings for her… but that bridge burnt a long time ago when she revealed her true feelings for someone else," Taeyong took a drink from his cup. "I don’t know who it is, so don’t bother asking me. Anyway, you can help her when she gets needy."

"You sure you don’t know who it is?" Johnny narrowed his eyes at his friend. "It’s not Doyoung or Yuta, is it?"

"I told you, I don’t know," Taeyong chuckled when his friend pouted at the lack of knowledge. He shook his head and took another sip from his drink. He looked over to you and your dad, raising his glass for a toast. "To Johnny and Y/N. May they live happily ever after."

Jaehyun looked up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He took a deep breath and turned his head left to where his digital clock read three-thirty in the morning. It was that time already? Sighing, he turned his body to the side so that he could get somewhat comfortable but his body could not even relax. He heard the soft snoring of his roommate next door and the faintest of laughs from the apartment next door.

Although the laughs were faint, he knew they belonged to you. You had the most amazing laugh, like music to his ears. He wanted to be around you one day and make you laugh. Hell, he wanted to be the only one who made you laugh.

But there was also another laugh, a deeper one.

Wait… You had company?

It shouldn’t have been a surprise for him. Jaehyun knew that you always had company at least twice a week, but he always seemed to know who it was beforehand. He made it a routine to know who his boss was going to sleep with that week just so that he could prepare the ear plugs for him and his roommate, Mark.

At first, he didn’t know that his next-door neighbor was his boss. He only found out one day when he was waiting up for Mark to get home from the office with chicken and beer so they could start their weekend early. He heard a knock on the door and opened it, wondering why Mark didn't enter their code in the passcode panel. He was surprised to find you squinting at him and the door, mumbling to yourself that your apartment looked different. Jaehyun remembered that you kept squinting at him, running a hand through your hair and wondered when you got a handsome live-in husband.

He remembered smelling the alcohol from your breath, your usual neat hair disheveled, your high heels in one hand as you walked into Jaehyun’s apartment barefooted. He watched as you settled on his couch, pretty oblivious that you were in the presence of a single man. He remembered when Mark stepped into the apartment with beer and freshly fried chicken. His eyes widened when he realized that their boss was in their apartment. They were even more shocked when you drank their beer and ate all their chicken.

Jaehyun even recalled when Taeyong came to his apartment to fetch you, after you had called him complaining that you didn’t remember the apartment being so cramped and so masculine. After apologizing and giving them compensation for the beer and chicken, Taeyong swept you away. Only to lead you to the apartment next door, punch in a few numbers in the lock pad and whisk you through the door. A few minutes later, Taeyong came back to Jaehyun’s and Mark’s apartment and told them that you were their next-door neighbor and that you mistakenly thought their apartment was yours. They promised to keep quiet about where you lived, knowing that you probably didn’t want people to find out.

You knew that Jaehyun and Mark were your neighbors, but you all had a mutual understanding of not acknowledging each other unless necessary. The guys always tried to avoid seeing their boss in the morning. They never commented on the guys you brought over to your apartment, and they didn't want to. It was your private life to do what you wanted. Just as you didn't need to know about their personal lives.

Jaehyun shook his head and sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair. He threw off his blankets that were covering him, placed his feet on the floor, and rose from his bed. Scratching his tummy, he walked towards the door and opened it as quietly as he could so that he didn’t wake up Mark. He walked into the kitchen without turning on the lights, not caring that his bare feet were cold on the hard wooden floor. He pulled the fridge door open, grabbed a bottle of water, closed the fridge, and made his way to the dimly lit living room. Mark forgot to close the curtains to their living room window, so the city lights of Seoul enveloped the living room in hues of reds, oranges, and yellow.

He sat on the couch, drinking his water and flipping through a magazine. The city lights didn’t help much, but Jaehyun wasn’t really paying attention to the magazine. He leaned back against the couch, the back of his head against the wall.

"Johnny, stop that!"

Johnny? Mr. John Suh from the office? The COO of the company? You were sleeping with Johnny this week instead? Was that why you rejected him this afternoon? Was having dinner with your father a whole lie? Did no one in the office know that Johnny was going to be your next target?

For some odd reason, Jaehyun felt a pang of something in his chest. Jealousy? It couldn’t be, could it? Sure, he was attracted to you, and sure, he wanted you to give him the time of day, but Jaehyun knew that you would overlook him for other men. Was it his reputation of being a shameless flirt in the office that made you shy away from him?

He didn’t think he was that bad compared to Johnny. Or was it those rumors of him being good in bed that were going around the office? He definitely needed to talk to Yeri and tell her to stop with the lies. He didn’t even sleep with the woman, and she was already spouting nonsense.

"Oh…. Don’t stop…"

Jaehyun shook his head as he heard your muffled cries from the other side of the wall. He was glad that Mark was asleep, but now he had to listen to the filth that was going on next door. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like if it was him that you wanted to do the dirty deeds with. Imagining how your body would feel next to his. The way your fingers would feel against his hair. Of how your lips would feel against his as he fondled your breasts. How your fingers would be entwined together as he moved his body against yours. How you would moan and call out his name. Of how your body would shake against him before reaching your release...

"Ah shit," he mumbled, feeling his arousal against the fabric of his sweats. He rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom. "I guess it’s time for an early shower. I’m not going to bed anytime soon."

Taking care of his problem in the shower, Jaehyun still couldn’t stop thinking about you. He got dressed in his casual clothes and wandered into the living room, plopping himself onto the couch. He looked at his phone, the display reading four o’clock in the morning. Yeah, he wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. It was a Saturday morning after all.

Plus, it got quiet next door. Thank God. He didn’t need any more distractions thinking about you.

Turning on the TV and lowering the volume, Jaehyun took out his phone and browsed his social media. He noticed Mark sleepily make his way towards the couch, still in his pajamas. He watched as the younger man curl up on the side of the couch, his eyes squinting at the TV.

"Want me to make some coffee?" Jaehyun asked his sleepy roommate. Mark nodded, and Jaehyun got up from the couch, went into the kitchen, and started the coffee maker up. "Why are you up so early?"

Mark groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I was planning on sleeping in but… I had a weird dream."

"How weird?" Jaehyun asked, bringing two cups of steaming coffee to the living room. He placed one on the coffee table in front of Mark, the other still in hands as he lifted it to his lips. "As in you were high off weed or like a wet dream?"

"The second one," Mark muttered, slowly sipping his coffee so as to not burn his tongue. "Dude, should we just move out? I can’t stand living next to Y/N and hearing all the filthy things she does with guys we know from the office."

"What other place gets better than this, Mark?" Jaehyun shrugged, sitting next to his roommate. "Apart from being neighbors with her? Yeah, I know she’s our boss, and your cousin…"

"I still don’t want to hear her fucking someone. Who is it this time? Do you know?" Mark asked, patting down his hair. "Please tell me it’s not Yuta again."

"It’s not Yuta," Jaehyun replied with a slight chuckle. "It's Johnny."

"Johnny? Are you sure they were having sex and not just hanging out?" Mark narrowed his eyes, his nose wrinkling in disdain. Jaehyun didn't respond, making Mark groan in response. "For the sake of my sanity, I hope they were only hanging out."

"I heard moans and stuff coming from her side of the wall," Jaehyun yawned, stretching out his legs before him.

"Oh man, that’s even worse. You put my sexual predator of a cousin and fuck boy Johnny together in one room and things get…messy," Mark whined, setting his coffee cup down. He looked up at Jaehyun and probably noticed the faint dark circles under his eyes. "Wait, why are you even up? Did you even go to sleep?"

"I couldn’t sleep for some odd reason," Jaehyun shrugged, pulling out his phone. "And no, it’s got nothing to do with Y/N having sex with Johnny."

Lies.

You were the reason he couldn’t sleep, but Jaehyun just couldn't let his roommate know his true thoughts. Yeah, he was annoyed and bothered by the fact that he couldn’t be the one sleeping with you, and that Johnny was the one having his way with you, but that was none of Jaehyun's concern. As he already stated countless times, it was your private life, and he wasn’t going to try to butt in on that.

"But seriously dude. We should move out," Mark scrunched his nose and scratched his back. "I love her and all, but she definitely needs to quit having sex with all the guys we know. I do not want to hear how good of a fuck my cousin gave to any of our friends when we meet up with them. It’s wrong on so many levels."

"I’m just surprised she’s not pregnant," Jaehyun muttered, giving Mark a concerned look. "With all the men that she’s had sex with, I’m surprised that one of them isn’t a dad yet."

"Wait... didn’t I tell you?" Mark responded, a confused look on his face. "I swore I told you…"

"Tell me what?" Jaehyun raised an eyebrow.

"Y/N can't have kids. I don’t know what happened. I can only guess it has to do with the car accident she got in ten years ago," Mark glanced at Jaehyun briefly before turning his eyes to the screen. "Don't tell anyone else that I told you though, please? If she found out, she would kill me."

Jaehyun bit his bottom lip. He didn’t know that was the reason why you kept sleeping with men with no strings attached. "I... didn’t know. I’m sorry to hear that."

"I know she’s lonely, and I get that she sleeps around with men for company. But come on, she can still get married and all," Mark muttered, looking at his cup of coffee before looking up at Jaehyun. "I know she wants kids of her own, but she can always be a stepmom or even adopt kids."

"Of course, she could. But what if her husband wants kids of his own instead? What can she do if she can’t have them?" Jaehyun sighed, running a hand through his hair. Contrary to how others perceived him in the office, Jaehyun thought quite extensively about issues.

Especially when it came to you.

"I guess..." Mark huffed. He reached for his coffee cup, but the sound of the doorbell startled him. "Yo, who the hell rings doorbells at four in the morning? Damn, my hair is a mess."

"I’ll get it," Jaehyun slightly chuckled as he watched the younger man dart into the bathroom to fix his hair. Opening the door, his eyes widened before fixing a small smile on his lips. "Y/N. What brings you here?"

"Hi, Jaehyun," his boss said with a smile. Jaehyun took in your profile, noticing that you wore short shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Your hair was disheveled, and your face was bare of any makeup, but you still looked pretty in his eyes. "Can I come in?"

Jaehyun was surprised. He never expected you to visit him in the early morning. Hell, he never expected you to visit at all, even though Mark was your cousin. He always thought your relationship was strictly professional. He wanted to get closer to you in all honesty, and he almost succeeded. But...you seemed to enjoy the company of other men more than his. He nodded softly, moved away from the door so that you could enter the apartment, and motioned for you to use his house slippers.

"You sure?" you asked, looking down at his bare feet. "I don’t want your feet to get all dirty or anything."

"It’s fine. My floor is pretty clean," he slightly chuckled as he watched you slip your feet into his slippers. He followed you as you stepped into the living room. "Anyway, what brings you here? Mark is in the bathroom trying to tame his bed head."

"I’m just surprised that Mark is up this early," you responded. You sniffed the air, smelling the coffee in the kitchen. "Is that coffee? Can I have some? It’s way too early to go out and get some."

"Help yourself," Jaehyun answered as he sat on the sofa. He watched as you moved into the kitchen, grabbed one of the cups that were by the coffee maker, and poured some of the black liquid into it. He noticed Mark coming out of the bathroom, still decked out in his pajamas, but his hair was now combed neat. "You didn’t answer my question though. So, what brings you here?"

"I couldn’t sleep, so I wondered if you were awake or not. I had a good hunch, surprisingly," you called out; Mark’s eyes widened when he heard your voice. "Is that Mark I hear?"

"Hey Y/N," Mark replied back, surprised that his own cousin actually visited. "This is a surprise."

"Yeah, it is," you walked out of the kitchen and sat on the couch next to Mark, Jaehyun moving to the floor. "Why are you guys up so early anyway? It’s our day off. You should be sleeping in."

"We can say the same to you. Why are you here at four in the morning?" Mark frowned at his maternal cousin. "I heard Johnny was keeping you company, so I figured you would be asleep or something."

"You just left Johnny alone next door?" Jaehyun cocked his head to the side, wondering if the older male was asleep or something.

"Johnny?" you asked confused. "What are you talking about? How did you know Johnny's at my place?"

"The walls are...ahem," Jaehyun coughed, looking away from the pretty older woman. "Thin. I heard you moaning out Johnny’s name."

"Ohhhh..." your eyes widened at the realization. You bit your lip, contemplating if you should ask if they actually heard you have sex with other men that you brought home. You never noticed that the walls were thin, but then again, you weren't sure if the two young men brought girls home or if they slept with girls at a hotel or something. "It’s not like that."

"So, you didn’t have sex with Johnny?" Mark asked, scratching the back of his head. "I’m confused."

"No. As much as Johnny is handsome and charming, I wouldn’t have sex with him," you let out a faint smile, bringing the cup to your lips. "If you heard anything, it’s probably because Johnny was giving me a massage. I strained a muscle at dinner with dad last night."

"Because you’re getting old," Mark retorted, sticking out his tongue. "You’re thirty."

"Shut up, Mark, before I tell your mom that you ditched dinner last week because of a girl and not the business trip she thinks you were on, smart mouth," you countered.

"You're so mean, Y/N," Mark grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. "Anyway, why are you here?"

"I told you. I was just having trouble sleeping," you responded, running a hand through your messy locks. You were thankful that Mark and Jaehyun's light was dimmed enough so that they wouldn't notice your frazzled expression. "And I just needed someone to talk to about things, that's all."

"Shoot. I got nothing to do and nowhere to be till noon, so it's cool," Mark smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Didn't you say you had dinner with uncle last night?"

"Yeah. We talked about the business and caught up on things. Then dad brought up the subject of marriage and kids as usual," you looked over at Jaehyun. "I’m assuming Mark told you that I can’t have kids?"

Jaehyun nodded his head and looked down at the coffee table. "He just told me earlier. I didn’t know."

"It’s okay," you smiled at him, running a hand through your hair. "My parents don’t know about it, and I don’t want them to be sad that they won’t be able to have grandchildren. That’s why I’ve been putting marriage off for so long."

"So, what happened? Did Uncle suggest you marry Johnny or Taeyong?" Mark asked as you nodded your head. "For reals? Who’s it gonna be?"

You sighed and began to play with the hem of her oversized shirt. "Johnny, and I’m not sure how I should feel about it."

"What’s there to feel about?" Jaehyun asked, catching your gaze. "At least you don’t have to worry about getting to know him. You’ve been best friends for years."

"That’s the point," you muttered, your eyes flickering between the two men. "He’s my best friend. He knows me like no other. He knows my likes, my dislikes, my strengths, my weaknesses and fears. He can read me like an open book."

"That’s good, right?" Mark responded, giving you an unsure look. "At least Johnny wouldn’t have to pretend anything in your relationship if you two were to get married."

"But he never really proposed to me," you let out a deep sigh. "Taeyong suggested that Johnny and I should get married, and dad was all for it. Even Johnny said that he’ll marry me."

"But doesn't Johnny know about your condition?" Jaehyun asked, biting his lower lip. "That...you can't have kids?"

"He does... but I know he wants kids," you took a deep sigh, biting your lower lip. "He doesn’t say it, but I know he wants little ones of his own. Little ones that I can’t give him."

"I’m sure he knows that, Y/N," Jaehyun muttered, taking your hand and gently patting it. He didn’t know why, but he had the urge to just take your hand and touch you. "But you deserved to be happy and loved too. You deserve a happy ending. Even if you don't have kids."

"Bro," Mark started as he noticed your hand in Jaehyun’s. "Are you flirting with my cousin right now? In front of me?"

"No?" Jaehyun replied, raising an eyebrow. "You’d know if I was flirting. I was just comforting her. It’s all right for her to be concerned and all."

"Whatever, man," Mark rolled his eyes. He shrugged at his older cousin. "Anyway, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll come by later with some coffee, Y/N. Just let me wrap my mind around the fact that you're somewhat engaged to Johnny."

You nodded as you watched Mark walk off towards the bathroom. You were still aware of Jaehyun’s hand on yours and lightly pried it away. "Thanks, Jaehyun. I should get going too and let you rest. Johnny is probably up and wondering where I'm at."

Jaehyun watched as you made your way to the front door. He didn’t know what overcame him, but before he knew it, he was on his feet and reaching for you. Your back to the front door, one of his hands grabbing your wrist and his other on the door, Jaehyun caught you staring at him with wide eyes.

"Jaehyun?" you muttered, staring up at him, your lips quivering.

Jaehyun scanned your face. Your eyes stared into his own, your skin was silky smooth, and your lips were plump and kissable. You still looked so beautiful for your age. "If you’re still so unsure about Johnny...there’s always me, you know."

"Wh-what?" You whispered, aware that your heart was beating fast. "You’re joking right? You’re just saying that to get in my pants, huh?"

"I’m not joking," Jaehyun whispered back, his tone low and husky. "I’m very interested in you. And I’d like to show you what love really is."

"Jaehyun, we can’t..." you trailed off.

"Why not?" Jaehyun leaned over you, your body still trapped in between his arms. He softly bit your earlobe, his fingers trailed to the back of your nape, slowly caressing your skin with silky touches. "It’s okay for other guys to kiss you, but I can’t?"

Before you could say anything, he went for your lips next. His lips were incredibly soft, almost pillowy. Jaehyun deepened the kiss, the hand at the back of your neck bringing you closer. He felt your hands curve around his neck, and he let out a small smile against your lips. He moved closer, lured by your response, and a small, almost helpless sound escaped as your lips opened. 

"It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you…" you let out as he moved away slightly to look at you.

"Then why?" He asked as his forehead rested against yours. He was breathing quite heavily.

"What will people say when they find out that I’ve hooked up with someone that’s not my fiance?" you muttered while looking at him. Your eyes darted to where the bathroom was. "Plus, Mark is still here."

Suddenly and without warning, Jaehyun bent his head down and kissed you again. A kiss that captured your breath, weakened your knees, and caused a pulsing in your lower regions. Your hands trailed up to his chest to link at the back of his neck. You tried to pull him closer, but you were startled when he cupped his hands around your ass, pressing so close that you could feel the length of him.

"This is what you do to me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips, bringing your hand to cup his growing arousal. "Fuck what people say. If we like each other, then it shouldn’t matter right?"

"I…" But before you could say anything, Jaehyun captured your lips in his again. This time, the kiss was gentle and soft. "Jaehyun…"

He released you and stepped away. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Think about what I said, okay? If it doesn’t work out with Johnny, you know where to find me."

You bit your lower lip and nodded. You left the apartment building, aware that Jaehyun’s eyes were still on your fleeting figure. You walked over to your apartment next door, opened the door, and closed it, leaning against it as you tried to compose yourself. 

What the hell just happened? Did you just really kiss Jaehyun? 

For reasons unknown to you, you were incredibly attracted to the younger male. Sure, he was handsome, but you've slept with other handsome men before too. What was the exact reason that you found him so interesting? 

"Jaehyun made a move, huh?" A voice muttered from the couch. You looked a bit startled, but once you saw the figure that lounged on your couch, you sighed in relief. Johnny positioned himself on the couch so that he was sitting and patted the seat next to him. "Want to tell me all about it?"

"How did you know?" You muttered as you padded into your apartment and sat next to the tall, hunky man. "You always seem to know that something happened."

"I can read you like a book," Johnny chuckled, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks. "He kissed you, huh? Was it that good?"

You bit your lower lip and slowly nodded. You leaned your head back against the couch and sighed. "What’s weird is...that I actually liked it. Johnny, is there something wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N," Johnny replied as he leaned back against the couch, turning his head to look at you. "You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known. Just because you’re a shameless flirt and tend to go for younger men doesn’t mean you’re not amazing."

"Hey!" You frowned, lightly punching his shoulder. "I do not go for younger men."

"Name one older man you’ve dated or slept with," Johnny raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that you never had any relationships with older men apart from your ex-boyfriend all those years ago. "Not including that bastard of an ex-boyfriend you dated ten years ago." 

"Uh...um…" you bit your bottom lip and hung your shoulders in defeat. 

"See? You’re such a cougar," Johnny muttered, a small smile on his face. "What I’m saying is, you don’t need to be tied down to me. If you like Jaehyun, we can always call off our engagement." 

You sighed before laying your head on Johnny’s shoulder, his arm reaching over to settle on your waist. "You know I can’t do that, Johnny. I can’t disappoint dad, and you saw how excited he was during dinner last night. And besides, I’m not even sure what to call the feelings I have for Jaehyun. I’m attracted to him, and he’s one hell of a good kisser, but I don’t think I like him." 

"If you say so. But I give him credit for kissing you though. The man’s got balls," Johnny muttered, an amused smile on his face. He reached out to grab your hand, and he wasn’t surprised that you squeezed his hand back. It was little things like this that made Johnny fall for you even more. 

"Johnny?" you mumbled.

"Hmm?" He hummed.

"Do you want kids?" you asked.

Johnny contemplated for a moment, unsure of the answer that he should be giving you. "Why the sudden question?"

"Do you, though? Want kids of your own that is," you lifted your head up to gaze into his brown eyes.

"Yeah. I'd like one," he finally answered, shifting his head away to glance down at the floor.

"Even if that means you wouldn't be able to have them with me?" you asked.

Johnny stared at you, took in the worried look on your face. You've always been concerned with this topic. About how other women can bear a child while you can't. "Y/N..."

"Please just answer the question. I know you're an amazing man, John Suh. An amazing man who I don't think deserves to be held back with someone who can't give you what you truly want," you said.

"Listen, Y/N. Just because others may be able to have kids and you can't, doesn't mean you're any less than they are. You're still you, beautiful as ever," Johnny comforted. He never liked to see your confidence drop, but somehow, you were still the confident woman, always wearing her mask. "And yeah, I'd love to have my own little kids, but being with you makes me happy too. Plus, we can always adopt some. There are lots of little babies out there that need a mom and dad."

"Johnny..." your lips parted slightly in wonder, staring at the beautiful man before you. "You're such a sweet man, and I still don't understand how we became best friends in the first place."

"You don't like that you have a tall, dashing, and extremely sweet best friend?" Johnny grinned, moving his head forward.

"Hmm... I don't know. Do I?" You mused as you also moved forward, your lips almost touching his. "Maybe, maybe not. What will you do about that, Mr Suh?"

"Mmm," Johnny hummed as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, closing in. "Maybe this."

With that, he captured your lips with his, both hands grasping your cheek while yours ran along his defined jawline. This was your first kiss with Johnny, a best friend you didn't deserve. And damn did Johnny taste amazing.

"Fuck," you muttered, moving your face away to catch some air, your eyes focusing on Johnny's own.

"Yeah. Fuck," Johnny echoed, and without hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours again.

For a moment there, you had completely forgotten all the men that were once in your bed, for you could only taste Johnny. And oh god, he was so intoxicating. He pushed you down against the couch and settled himself between your legs, his lips pressed firmly on yours. Your fingers immediately latched around the hem of his t-shirt and you could feel his muscles. Johnny slowly broke the kiss, his teeth softly biting the bottom of your lip.

"We should stop," he breathed against your lips.

"Or," your hand drifted down to his sweatpants, teasing the band as it slid past, "we could keep going."

Johnny chuckled, his fingers hooking to the back of his t-shirt, discarding it behind the couch. "Your pick, baby."

A moan escaped your lips as Johnny nuzzled his head into your neck, placing wet kisses along the way. His warm mouth started to work on your neck, his hands now busying themselves with the hem of your shirt. In an instant, your top was thrown elsewhere. As if like magnets, the two of you crashed your lips together once again, desperate moans filling the living room. Your hands tangled into his thick locks of hair. Johnny's mouth glided its way from your jawline to your collarbone. The hand at your side slithered upwards. A soft gasp erupted from your throat as his large hand massaged your breast.

"So fucking pretty," he cooed, his tongue gliding across the dip of your breast. His hungry eyes stared up at you while his lips traveled downwards until they reached the band of your short shorts, his hands trailing to your ass. He squeezed, evoking a long drawn-out moan from you. He peppered featherlight kisses down your waist, settling himself lower, between your legs. His brown eyes flickered to your glossy ones, and he gave you a teasing smirk. "Gonna taste so fucking good, kitten."

Before you could let out an approving sound, Johnny removed your shorts and underwear with swift movements. His thumbs gently traced your entrance, moving towards the sensitive bud, and he let out low, husky giggles at how wet you already were. He grasped your waist and pulled you close to his face, tongue darting out to play with the sensitive nub. A drawn-out moan escaped your lips.

"Fuck, Johnny," you cried, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pushed him down further to where you were soaked. His fingers gently held your hips, leaving marks on your skin. With him positioned down below, your legs spread wide in front, and your back against the couch, you were literally open and bare. A couple of fingers, his tongue or even lips could make you orgasm at any given time.

Johnny gave another small lap on your clit before his tongue slid deep into your inner wall, fingers doing a thing or two, a strangled sigh released. The first touch of Johnny's tongue on your core and the grip on the back of his hair grew tighter, arching yourself higher for a deeper angle. Johnny paused for a moment, hearing a faint buzz of a cell phone, deciding to let it go unread and attend to the beauty beneath him.

"Taste so sweet," Johnny grunted as your body writhed, his face coming up from your folds. His hands kept a firm grip on your thighs as he continued his assault, licking the pool of wetness, nipping your bundle of nerves.

"I'm gonna cum," you warned, already near the edge of the cliff. The only thing stopping you from reaching the end was the fucking annoying phone ringing from across the apartment. You reached over to where you thought the sound was coming from, and once your hand latched around your purse, you took it with you and shoved it beside you on the couch, digging around and immediately answering the call once finding your device. "H-hello?"

Johnny snickered softly at how quickly you answered the phone, and just as quickly, he dove back for more. He continued to focus on your folds and occasionally circled your clit with his thumb while he had you preoccupied. His hand on your stomach caressing and gently trailing up and down. He could feel your body shiver underneath the soft touch, your sounds being muffled while you spoke over the phone.

"Hang up the phone, or answer it more quietly," he growled under his breath, sucking your bud in for extra measure. He wanted to hear you scream his name but of course, you had to answer the damn thing and make things hard for the both of you. "Y/N."

"Mom?" You answered, covering your mouth so she didn't hear Johnny in the background. "Sorry, you caught me at the wrong time. I'll call you back, alright?"

Your fingers clicked the end call button without hesitation and threw the cell phone across the couch, your head hanging backwards and a deep sigh coming from your throat. Your toes curled, fingers threading through Johnny's hair again, arching forward at a soft lap and the flat of his tongue massaging over your whole cunt. His tongue penetrated you, as far as it would go.

"Fuck yes," you moaned, pulling your knees close to your chest. Johnny shifted underneath, letting you use his shoulders as an anchor for your feet as you grind against his face. Once you set the pace, Johnny used his own hands to finger your clit.

"Mm..." Johnny hummed into you, drawing circles on your clit with his thumbs and allowing the pleasure to take you. "That was hot, baby. Ending the call with your mom like that."

"I didn’t want her to hear us…" you trailed off. "J-Johnny, oh...shit," you moaned, back arched over the couch, gripping his hair a tad bit tighter, but Johnny couldn't be bothered by it. In fact, his other hand pressed tightly on your inner thigh, making your moans turn a pitch higher, a clear sign he was doing a fine job.

"Go on kitten, cum for me," Johnny panted as your body came closer to the end. You bucked your hips on him a bit quicker before you came, eyes shut with euphoria as your body fell over, your breathing heavily ragged.

Your hands were still tangled in his hair, and once you had a second to calm your heart, the grip loosened to caress him, running along his broad shoulders until Johnny shimmied upwards. You sat up halfway and crashed your lips against his in a deep, fervent kiss, tasting yourself off his tongue.

"You didn't have to make me cum like that," you breathed, breaking the kiss, as you touched the base of his neck and pressed him close, his body firm and muscular to the touch. You smiled softly at his state of breathlessness, giving a gentle peck on his lips again before tilting your head on the shoulder.

"What are you gonna do when I need release?" Johnny teased, settling beside you and drawing you close with a pull of his arm.

"Maybe this?" You whispered as your hand ventured into his sweats and cupped his hardening length, causing him to inhale sharply.

"Maybe later," he smiled against your lips, your breath fanned softly along his upper lip as you giggled. "Right now, I just want to make sure my fiancee is satisfied... so that she can keep coming back to me for more."

"Is that a promise?" You bit the bottom of your lower lip as your hand continued to palm his length. "What if I want to have sex with other guys again, Mr. Suh? What if I want Jaehyun to fuck me as well?"

"Jaehyun, huh?" Johnny asked in amusement and shook his head. "Do whatever you want. As long as you come to me afterwards and let me fuck you till I can't no more."

"And if I want a threesome? What then?" you questioned.

"Let me take a guess. You want a threesome with me and Jaehyun. Am I correct?" Johnny grinned.

"Maybe..." you purse your lips as you gazed at him, watching the small smile curl up.

"Threesome or not. Just promise me one thing," Johnny murmured as he brought his fingers around the back of your neck to link his fingers behind and stare intently at you.

"Promise you what?" you tilted your head, somewhat confused.

"Promise me that I am still your favorite man and that you're gonna marry me," the taller man asked. "No matter what happens in the future. No matter how many men you hook up with, I need you to remember that you're always going to be the light of my life. Even if we end up adopting a child, or if we can't have kids at all. My future will always revolve around you, baby."

"Always?" you blinked and swallowed slightly, meeting his gaze.

"Always," he echoed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Jaehyun sighed as he watched you go into your apartment next door. Stepping back into his apartment, he closed the door behind him, strolled back into the living room, and plopped back on the couch. He was aware of the tent in his pants, but he couldn’t just stroll into the bathroom when Mark was taking a shower just so he could get off. 

You smelled so good. Hell, you felt good in his arms. 

He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the pretty older woman next door. Jaehyun normally tends to sleep with girls around his age or a slight bit younger than him but there was something about you that made him want to throw caution to the wind. He didn’t care what it was going to be. It could have just been strictly sex, you could start dating, maybe he would fall in love. He just knew that he wanted to be in your life in some sort of way. 

The question was, did you want him to be part of your life? 

Ever since he heard that you couldn't have kids, he felt sad for you. It must've been emotional to hear that you couldn't have kids. He couldn't even imagine the look on your face if your female friends showed off their kids or even mentioned them. 

"Oi, Jaehyun," Mark’s voice called out from the kitchen, the younger male running a hand through his hair. Jaehyun didn’t even know that Mark was finished in the shower. "You like Y/N, right?"

"What makes you think that?" Jaehyun asked, raising an eyebrow, making his way into the kitchen, taking the cup of coffee that the younger man handed him.

"Bruh, I just saw you kissing her," Mark narrowed his eyes at his roommate, before sipping his coffee. "If you didn’t like her, you would have let her go home to her apartment. But no, you had to go kiss her."

"You saw that?" Jaehyun asked in surprise as he followed Mark out into the living room.

"Yeah. Ya’ll better not be fucking in this apartment," Mark frowned, turning on the TV and scrolling through the channels to find something to watch. "It’s bad enough that I hear her have sex because of the damn thin walls, but I don’t want to walk in on y’all having sex."

"There’s no way she’ll have sex with me," Jaehyun lightly chuckled, grabbing his phone from his pocket. He was contemplating if he wanted to send you a text but thought better of it. He stuffed it back into his pants. "I’m sure she’ll probably have sex with Johnny." 

"What makes you so sure?" Mark chuckled, elbowing him. "Seems like she was gonna jump you right then and there."

"Your vision must be shit, Mark," Jaehyun shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. "She wanted to get away from me from what I recalled." 

"Bro, I was a bystander," Mark muttered. "Plus my intuition is usually correct. She's into you. You don't see it, but any other person can tell that she wants you." 

"I just think she’s more into Johnny," Jaehyun shrugged, before leaning back on the couch. "He just seems more her type." 

"Hmm...probably, but that doesn't mean that Y/N won't give you a chance if you ask," Mark responded. He nudged Jaehyun before a grin spread on his lips, "I'll support you. And if things get rocky, I got your back, bro."

"Thanks, bro," Jaehyun smiled, eyes turning towards the TV as silence filled the air.

Johnny thought you were joking when you suggested that the both of you should reveal the engagement to the whole company. When Taeyong called the whole company into the large auditorium, Johnny was a bit anxious about how everyone would absorb the news. With you by his side, he fidgeted with his tie and took deep breaths. Seeing this, you took his large hands in yours and leaned up to give him a small peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Johnny looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed into confusion. It always amazed him how small you were compared to him. You weren't small per se, since you normally towered over all the other females in the company. You stood about five feet seven inches flat, and with heels you were a bit taller, but you always seem so small next to Johnny.

You looked up at him and gave him another peck on the cheek. "What is it going to take for you to be calm?"

"A kiss?" Johnny muttered, a boyish smile appearing on his face. You let out a small sigh before you stood on your toes and pulled him down a bit before you placed a small peck on his lips. He wanted a bit more but before he could react, your lips left his.

"Save it for after work, babe," you grinned as the two of you turned your attention toward the auditorium's entrance, where a crowd had started to form. Both of you waited with Taeyong until the auditorium was full. Everyone was seated, including all of the department heads and their subordinates. Your dad was sitting in the front row next to Mark, looking excited about everything. The atmosphere was busy as the employees all speculated, not knowing what was going on.

Once everyone was settled, Johnny decided that it would be the right time to walk onto the stage. You linked your arm into the crook of his, letting him walk you to the center of the stage. Behind you, Taeyong took hold of the microphone, to gather the audience's attention.

"Hello everyone! I would like to have your undivided attention please," Taeyong spoke out loud, gaining the employees' attention. Everyone quieted down, and they could now see that both Johnny and you were standing at center stage. "Thank you all for taking time out of your busy day to attend today's announcement."

Everyone murmured softly to themselves, all eyes focused on the stage. Johnny's hands became moist from all the pressure while your grip tightened on his arms, bringing you comfort. He looked down at you, bringing a large smile on his face, the mere action calming you as well.

"It is my great pleasure to tell everyone the great news," Taeyong continued before turning to look at the both of you, "our very own COO, Mr. Suh, and our amazing lady CEO, Miss Y/L/N, are getting married!"

Johnny couldn’t hear the chatter, since all he could think about was this woman next to him. This woman had complete control over his emotions, and she didn’t even know it. He felt you tugging at his arm, and when he caught your smile, he returned one of his own. The whole company started to buzz.

"You two look so cute!"

"Wow! They would make beautiful kids. Look at how gorgeous they are!"

"That’s our CEO! Smart and beautiful!"

"Mr Suh is so handsome!"

"Power Visual Couple!"

"Should the fanclubs unite now that they’re getting married?"

"We had fanclubs?!"

"Okay, okay everyone. Settle down," Taeyong called out as he tried to hush everyone. Once the auditorium started to hush down, apart from a few mutters here and there, Taeyong looked over to you and Johnny. "As I mentioned before, I called everyone down here so that we can congratulate and give our best wishes to the newly engaged couple. Congratulations to you two! We’re going to have a party, right?"

"That’s right," you smiled at all the employees, everyone clapping and excitedly whispering. "Thank you for all the good wishes everyone! Pick the place and time, and let the heads of your departments know. The food and drinks will be provided by Johnny and I."

Johnny heard the claps and the many cheers of how their boss was the best. He noticed Mark in particular was clapping rather loudly next to a smiling Jaehyun. Now that he thought about it, did you really mean that you wanted to have sex with Jaehyun?

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, as you laid your hand on his upper arm. Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, keeping calm and collected before he decided to have his way with you in front of everyone. This woman didn’t know what her touches did to him. "Johnny?”"

"It’s nothing," Johnny smiled down at you, a hand coming to brush the hair away from your face. He bent down a little to give you a small peck on your forehead, hearing the audible awws from the crowd. He whispered in your ear, so softly that no one else could hear, but you did, of course. "Tonight. I can't wait to have you tonight."

You frowned as you watched Johnny rummaging through the dressers in his bedroom. After that little forehead kiss he pulled at the company meeting, you were feeling all hot and bothered by your tall best friend now fiancé. The day was over, and Johnny suggested that the both of you go to his apartment to just relax and watch a movie.

Sitting on his bed in just your panties and one of his t-shirts, you watched as the tall man pulled another t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the drawer. You watched as he unbuttoned his dress shirt, throwing it on the top of the dresser before throwing the t-shirt over his head. Johnny looked over to where you sat and crossed his arms, noticing that your eyes roamed his body. "Are you really just going to sit there and watch me undress?"

"You act like I’ve never seen you naked before, Johnny," you laughed as you nodded at his slacks. "Are you going to take that off anytime soon?"

"Only if you take off my shirt that you stole from me," Johnny jokes, as he throws his dress shirt in your direction.

"Nope," you snorted as you threw his dress shirt over your head so that your eyes were covered. You could see his blurred figure through the fabric of his shirt, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him naked. You sighed and removed his shirt from your head and threw it somewhere across his bedroom. "I’m going to the living room. Anything you wanted to watch?"

Johnny ran a hand through his hair, his muscles bulging against his shirt. "Anything is fine. I’ll let you pick."

You huffed and grabbed a pillow from the bed before heading out into the living room. Settling on Johnny’s couch, you turned the TV on and flipped through the channels to find a rerun of a drama that was playing. You brought your bare legs up to sit cross-legged, hugging the pillow that you took from Johnny’s bed.

Johnny walked out of his bedroom a minute later with a blanket and threw it at you. He headed towards the kitchen, opened his fridge, took out a bottle of water, and padded towards the couch, where he sat next to you. The taller male laid back, relaxing before opening his bottle of water and taking a sip. His arm automatically draped itself around your shoulder, dragging you over so that you could lay your head on his broad chest. Johnny stroked the top of your head and pulled you close to him. You cuddled against his warmth and let his hands stroke your hair, enjoying his warm embrace.

"So, what are we watching?" He nodded towards the TV.

"Another Oh Hae Young," you responded. "You know it’s a good drama."

Johnny picked up the remote to turn up the volume. "It’s an amazing drama. And the chemistry between the leads is electrifying."

"Oh, I agree. The kiss scenes are top notch," you responded back before looking up into his eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You know your mind is wandering, and you're not actually focusing on the show right now," he asked quietly, his tone soft and low.

"Well," you mumbled, sitting up so that you could look at Johnny, running a hand down his cheek, "I was kind of thinking about kissing you?"

"Kissing me, huh?" He answered, chuckling as your fingertips grazed his cheeks before grabbing the hand of the hand that ran across his jaw.

You nodded as his thumb traced the outer part of your palm before entwining your fingers together. His hand felt larger than yours. His eyes locked on you, leaning forward. You kissed the tip of his nose. You felt his breathing against the crook of your neck. Leaning even further, your lips just barely grazing his before pulling back. His breath caught, anticipating the softness and taste of your kiss.

"Do you like me, Y/N?" He suddenly whispered. "Or even love me?"

Did you like Johnny? You didn't even know. You felt so comfortable with your relationship with Johnny that you didn't even know what you were actually feeling.

You knew that you couldn’t have children, much less give him any, and he told you it didn't matter to him. He told you multiple times that he didn't want to settle down with some other person other than you, which was shocking in a sense, because you never thought that Johnny would ever choose you. He wanted to take care of you, to spoil you and show his affection for you, and only you.

Johnny didn’t care if the two of you didn't have a future with a family or having children of your own. All that Johnny cared about was being with you. No matter what, as long as the both of you were together, then it wouldn't be much of an issue to him. Even though your mind wasn't sure of how you truly felt, your heart, on the other hand, knew better than you did. Your heart wanted Johnny and to give into what the both of you already had, to deepen your friendship and feelings, and become closer as the years went by.

Johnny tilted his head down to look at you, and you found yourself looking up at him, feeling the intense warmth he exuded, his breath tickling your ear and neck. "It doesn't matter to me how you feel for me. I love you," Johnny confessed. "But right now...right now I want to make love to you."

Johnny loved you. Johnny Suh fucking loved you.

"Are you fucking serious?" was the first thing you responded to, your eyes searching his face for an explanation. "You love me?"

"I am," Johnny chuckled, his tone soft, his eyes lowering to look at the exposed skin on your upper legs and the t-shirt of his you were wearing that revealed more skin on your thighs. "I want you more than a friend. I want you as something more...and..."

He was silenced with the feeling of your warm and full lips colliding to his, crashing into him and taking him by surprise. Before he had the chance to react, you moved over his lap, your hands trailing through his dark locks and held his head as the kiss grew into a passionate and sensual kiss that neither one of you wanted to break. The touch of your hands sent chills running down his spine, ignited him and left him wanting to touch more of you.

"Y/N," he moaned as he felt the friction between your bodies. "Slow down, kitten..."

"Fuck," you breathed before biting his lip and grinding down onto him. "God, Johnny...why are you making me feel like this?"

"Like what, kitten?" Johnny asked, moving a large hand to rub your thigh. "Tell me exactly how I make you feel."

"Like..." You tried to respond, but you found yourself breathless, completely breathless, at just the way he caressed your skin with a mere touch of his hand. The light circles and tracing patterns on your thigh were driving you insane. Johnny kept a slight grip on your waist with his other hand as your hands fell onto his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered in a deep tone. You bit the lower part of your lip and grabbed the collar of his t-shirt, yanking him forward to meet him with another kiss. His grip tightened around your hips, pushing you a tad closer as his mouth opened into a moan.

"I just need..." you trailed off and shuddered against his form as you felt his hands begin to move upwards underneath your shirt, coming around to palm the sides of your breasts, feeling and weighing their weight in his palms.

"Y/N..." he whispered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. "I'm listening."

You remained silent for the moment and sighed with pleasure, letting his hands rub and tease the nubs. It had been a while since you felt these feelings, and you weren't used to having someone like Johnny give you this much attention and make you feel like the most desirable and gorgeous person in the world. Normally, you'd just have sex and get it over with; none of these sensual touches and foreplay like you had been craving for so long. It had been forever and a day since you had such contact, and when it was Johnny of all people, it really felt amazing.

"You're gorgeous, kitten," Johnny whispered into the hollow of your ear. "Tell me what you want."

"I just want...want you..." was all you were able to whisper out loud.

"What do you want?" he whispered back.

"Touch me," you commanded.

The sound of a muffled whine left your lips when Johnny pushed your shirt up over your head and threw it off to the side, his big hands rubbing against your sides, the warm heat from his skin melting through your bones.

"Touch you where?" he continued to pry for your answer, even when you were getting ready to fall over the edge. "Here?"

A finger rubbed at your clothed nub before rolling over it in circles, causing a quiet squeak to emit from the bottom of your throat. When Johnny gave another hard rub and flick against the sensitive nub, you knew that your panties were dampening from the teasing alone, the material sticking to your skin.

"Take them off," you softly demanded him and waited for Johnny to rip them off you. But instead, he turned the tables, his hands flipping your bodies around so that you were lying underneath him. You sucked in a quick gasp at the sudden change in the atmosphere, his towering and broad build leaning down over you, a single hand encasing the entirety of your tiny hip. "Oh, fuck..."

"You want these off?" he crawled down your body before laying the softest of kisses against your bare ankle and  making his way up to your thigh. A soft whimper was your reply as your fingers gripped the cushion of his couch. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his hot breath fanning against the apex of your inner thighs. "Want me to take these off with my teeth? Or my hand?"

His tongue peeked out past his bottom lip and dragged across the heated skin of your inner thigh and to your soaked and needy pussy that was practically crying to get his touch.

"With..." you whined softly, and then let out the lowest moan when his breath blew over your sex. "Fuck...Johnny."

"Yes, kitten?" he questioned as his lips met the band of your panties, teeth latching onto the material to pull it away from your skin. It fell over a few seconds later, the cloth dropping to your thighs, and he tugged it off with his hands. "There we go."

With your panties now tossed elsewhere, the feeling of his finger, slowly, agonizingly tracing the outline of your wetness, sent shivers up your spine. Just as quickly, he then pressed his mouth to the very top of your clit, the wetness of his tongue finding your most sensitive spot and sending your entire body into a writhing state of sheer need and desire for the man in front of you, the man between your thighs.

"Yes… just like that," you managed to pant out. Johnny grinned against you before flicking your clit with the very end of his tongue, pressing forward as his fingers roamed closer and closer to the source. Two long digits curled upward and entered you, stroking the gushing heat and taking it out with them as he moved in a steady pace, occasionally scissoring and crooking inside you.

"Holy shit..." he looked down at his fingers buried knuckle deep inside you, and he smiled, curling his fingers repeatedly and continuously stroking that one sweet spot, causing you to scream out and grasp harder. "Damn, baby… you're dripping down onto my couch."

"I don't...care..." you replied quickly, rolling your hips against his touch, moaning deeply. "Johnny...please...more. Please. Fuck..."

Johnny did exactly that. He delved his head back in, his tongue plunging past your folds to reach every corner, tasting you, drinking in your cries and pleads for more. As his pace against your aching cunt quickened, your back arched sharply, and your hips ground upwards to meet his wet and hungry mouth.

His two fingers turned into three, his palm pressed firmly against your mound, slapping your throbbing, sopping cunt, forcing you further down onto his hand and sending you closer and closer to the edge.

"You have...fucking gorgeous, god...tight pussy, sweetheart," Johnny murmured, sucking lightly on your clit, hearing your faint whines and begs for him. "I can't fucking wait until this pussy is wrapped around me."

He made quick motions with his hands, and with a couple more strums of his fingers and swipes of his tongue, your orgasm shot you higher than you were expecting, and as your back lifted itself off of his couch, you felt him smile as he swallowed every last drop from you, relishing the taste of your climax and cleaning off the thick coating of cum all along your trembling lower half.

"Holy fuck," your words fell onto the air at the sight of Johnny tearing off his shirt and throwing his sweats to the side. His body glistened from the small drops of sweat and the arousal he gave you, his hand wrapped around his thick, engorged member, giving a couple strokes up and down his long, impressive cock.

"Up for round two?" Johnny huskily whispered, your thighs open wide as your pussy gaped for his thick cock. Johnny wrapped his hands on your legs and slowly lowered himself inside you, groaning lowly as he pushed deeper within, spreading you apart, forcing yourself open to allow him to fill you to the brim, and as your legs wrapped themselves around his broad back, you heard him grunt once more and his hand took your cheek and kissed you. "So fucking tight, fuck..."

He was big. The biggest you ever had. Stretching your walls. Pushing himself until he bottomed out and was inside you so deep that it hit your cervix. His face hovered above yours, the very tips of his hair grazing the soft, plush skin of your forehead, and your breath was warm and wanting as your tongue traced over his upper lip. 

Johnny moaned out deeply, holding back any amount of restraint that remained. "If I hurt you, please let me know."

"You could never," you reassured him, closing your eyes as his lips left yours.

With one swift motion, the only noise in his apartment was the soft, breathy moans coming from your throat, and the filthy sound of slapping and thrusting flesh. Johnny was lost, only listening to the heavy breathing and pants. Johnny grunted deeply as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His teeth grazed against your soft skin, leaving more than enough red marks along your collar and the column of your throat. Johnny whispered all manner of sweet nothings to the side of your head and held the entirety of your waist and breasts within the grasp of his hands. His hands moved to where the backs of your thighs laid within his palms, lifting your lower half higher, allowing him deeper and faster thrusts, while also placing a couple fingers onto the swell of your ass, giving it a soft slap.

Johnny thrust deeply in one quick motion, hitting the spots and nerves within you, the friction making every nerve in your body become electrified and sending you into a frenzy, crying for release.

"Right there. Fuck! Yes! God...Johnny! Right there," you breathed out loudly and arched yourself upwards against him, his body practically bending over yours to reach deeper, faster, to bring you to a higher place than what you had ever reached before, especially from another partner.

Your arms shot up to grab whatever you could grasp of Johnny, your nails leaving streaks and tiny cuts into his biceps, shoulders and forearms, wherever they would land. In the haze, he grabbed both of your legs, hooked them together under his strong arms, and propped himself up, going harder, his panting mixed with moans getting louder, and your breasts bouncing and clapping together as his hard length rammed into you with tremendous force, a force of such nature, bringing both you and himself into a heated mess.

"Holy fuck," he gasped loudly, almost nearing his own climax. "Come on...be a good girl for me. Cum around my dick. I want you to fucking milk my cock."

"Shit, Johnny!" you screamed loudly, practically breaking into a new high that left you floating in the clouds, the stars and everything else between. 

"Fuck...yes...that's my good little girl. That's my baby girl," Johnny continued to thrust and ride out the rest of your orgasm. "Holy hell, sweetheart. Yes...fuck...come on, give me more. Milk my dick. Fuck."

It wasn't long until he hit his peak, spilling everything he had inside you, white hot and scalding. You whimpered and cried softly at the feeling and came undone a second time at the sensation. You breathed deeply, resting on the plush, velvety surface of Johnny's couch, covered in sweat and his essence, mixed with yours. His cock slipped from you, and the two of you spent the next half an hour cuddling with one another before deciding that taking a shower to rid your bodies from the stench of sex was an excellent idea.

The pair of you showered together in his bathroom, the rainfall shower head bringing some kind of serenity into your bones, as his gentle touches brought you back to life and to full energy. His fingers danced across your collarbone, shoulder blades, waist and the small of your back.

Johnny made you feel so alive. So content.

"Are you okay?" he quietly asked you, kissing your lips gently.

"I'm okay," you assured him, hugging his body close to your own and letting him wash your hair. "Johnny?"

"Mhmm," Johnny hummed in response as his long fingers massage your scalp.

"I love you too," you responded.

Jaehyun was overlooking the hustle and bustle that was taking place on set, a stack of papers tucked underneath his right arm. The sun was beginning to set, but they had yet to finish the last few scenes that needed to be done for the evening. After about two more hours, he could go home and relax with a bottle of beer and just sleep for the next eight hours.

It'd been a long month. A long, tiresome and shitty month.

Jaehyun nodded at the staff who passed by, answering the questions the production team was throwing at him and looking over the shots on the cameras. The directors had a couple issues with some of the extras on set today, but nothing major had come up during this scene.

Just as he was heading over to the tents to grab a water bottle to quench his thirst, something caught his eyes. You were making your way on set, checking in with the directors and writers on their notes for this episode, your own notepad in hand as you scratched the top of your head. Your hair was pulled up into a bun, and you had on a black sweater and skirt along with a pair of flats and a messenger bag swung around your shoulder. You had been working hard, the sleepless nights of working overtime beginning to show up in the form of dark circles around your eyes and an apparent lack of proper nutrition since you weren't eating and focusing solely on the project in front of you.

"Y/N," Jaehyun called, heading towards where you were standing, talking to the director.

"Oh, Jaehyun," you nodded. "I didn't know you were on set today."

"I guess I forgot to tell Jisung to let you know," Jaehyun laughed. "I'm supervising. We're finally in the last couple scenes."

"Oh, thank god," you rolled your eyes and placed your hand over your eyes. "I'm glad that the drama is doing good, especially since it's Seungeun's comeback drama after his military discharge."

"Everyone is loving the acting and storyline," he replied. "His female co-star is doing well too, despite this being her first major drama role. Her scenes are hilarious, despite how depressing some of the themes are."

"All in all, a successful drama, which means our companies did really well this comeback," you answered, looking towards the camera crew setting up a close-up on another female cast member. "When are you done? I was thinking of dinner for the crew today. And yourself, if you like."

"About an hour or two," he nodded. "Thanks for the offer."

"Anytime."

You waved him goodbye and walked towards your next location on the set. Jaehyun tried his hardest not to stare and sighed. Jaehyun should probably ignore these feelings, because you were currently Johnny's fiancee and would eventually be his wife one day. You wouldn't even notice his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of you with Johnny. You weren’t his. And you never would be.

Jaehyun shook the thought of you with Johnny away and went back to monitoring the set. He'd see you, in some other life or universe and sweep you off your feet. But in this life, there was nothing else he could do but try his damnedest not to think about it anymore and just carry on with his day.

Done with his tasks and helping the cast and crew get ready for the evening shoot, Jaehyun met up at the restaurant where everyone was. When he walked into the restaurant, you were talking to the owners, thanking them profusely for the large amount of food and drinks they brought out and offered for tonight. Jaehyun went to sit next to Jaemin, an assistant writer at the company, and listened to the staff compliment one another for their hard work and efforts on the show and praise Seungeun and his female co-star for their emotional performance.

You were laughing, sitting across from him, eating your wrap of samgyeopsal, munching happily on it. Jaemin elbowed him and nudged him to get him back to reality. "Earth to Jaehyun. Do you copy?"

"Huh? Oh...sorry, I just spaced out for a bit there," Jaehyun laughed, shaking himself. You didn't appear to have heard Jaemin, since you were in your own world, eating and talking with the other staff. "Anyway, sorry. What were you saying?"

"Nothing much," Jaemin answered. "What's got you all distracted tonight? Something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing," Jaehyun laughed, embarrassed. "Don't worry. I'm just a bit tired."

"Hang out with the guys tomorrow?" Jaemin asked, handing him some kimbap. "Jungwoo said something about wanting to hang out with you and Mark."

"Sounds good to me," Jaehyun nodded, downing his drink. "Do you know what everyone else is doing?"

"Hang on, lemme check in the groupchat," Jaemin's phone buzzed, and he handed it to him. "Here."

The next few hours were spent eating, drinking, and being merry. Despite the exhaustion and stress from his own job, this was probably what Jaehyun really wanted and needed. It was nice and cool in the spring weather. The perfect weather, he must say.

When everyone left, and the evening grew colder, you and Jaehyun waved everyone goodnight, the two of you the only ones left standing at the entrance of the restaurant. You shivered and wrapped your arms around you tightly and frowned, hating the chill.

"Would you like a ride?" Jaehyun kindly asked you. "We live in the same building, after all. No trouble at all."

"You sure?" you asked him, laughing and looking up at him with a smile. Your laugh was filled with pure joy, making him wonder for the millionth time that week why the fuck he was falling for Johnny's soon-to-be wife.

"Yeah, no problem, really," he said. "Come on. The car is this way."

You laughed softly at his words and fell into a comfortable silence, walking by his side in the direction of his car parked a little down the street. He held open the door and locked it once you got situated, putting his seatbelt on and waiting a second before driving off to the direction of the apartment building. The city lights were twinkling in the background.

You looked at his handsome profile in the dark. You saw a gleam of longing, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. You noticed his arm resting on the center console between the both of you as the car gently stopped at a red light. The moment felt like it was pulling you together, closer and closer to him.

You didn't know why you did it. Didn't know why you grabbed his hand, placed it on your thigh and drew gentle circles on the skin of his hand.

He wasn't expecting it and glanced in your direction, the words catching in his throat. “Y/N?”

"Yes?" You whispered back to him.

He squeezed the soft skin beneath his hand and watched as you responded with the smallest gasp of air, and then, there was no sound left in the quiet car besides his pounding heartbeat as you pressed his hand closer to the apex of your thighs, wanting more from him.

"Should we be doing this?" he whispered to you, even though he never took his hand away from you and instead cupped his hands harder onto your thigh. "Shouldn't this be Johnny's place?"

"Don't you want this, Jaehyun?" you asked him breathlessly. "Don't you want me?"

"More than anything else." He had almost answered immediately. "But I don't know if I could ever have you."

Jaehyun wanted to pull himself closer to you, draw himself and your mouth in closer, a mishmash of sensual tongues and touches, wanting more of the needy mouth begging for something more. Jaehyun wanted it to happen. More than anything.

"Please, Jaehyun. Touch me please..." your breathless gasp escaped your throat as you took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Make me feel good. It's okay, trust me."

With the city lights illuminating the space within the car, Jaehyun immediately brought his eyes on you, searching for any trace of fear or panic or discomfort at his advances. Seeing none, instead finding warmth, desperation and want in their place, Jaehyun slid his hand upward towards your throbbing pussy, the dampness through your leggings rubbing against his finger.

"You sure?" he repeated again and groaned deeply at the scent of your arousal filling the car.

"I want you. Want this," you said. "Make me cum on your hand."

As if Jaehyun didn't expect for things to get intense as quickly and as fast as they had, he had reached a point where there would be no turning back. It had always been there, this desire, and craving that was on his mind since you entered his life.

"How badly do you want me to touch you, sweetheart?" Jaehyun asked lightly, pushing a small circle into your aching clit, bringing his mouth closer to yours and placing a lingering kiss. "I'll ask again. Tell me what you want from me."

"Want...fingers," was the best answer he could make out of your gasps and moans, as he pushed the fabric to the side and lightly grazed the wetness pooling at your lips and dripped into his fingers. He had to focus on the road but dammit, Jaehyun can only manage so much, but fuck did he try his hardest to focus.

"Since you asked so nicely..." His finger began rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive, little nub, watching as you clenched and tensed around his one digit. Jaehyun curled his finger upwards, stretching your tight and warm pussy open as you moved and buckled under the pressure. "...Fuck, you're sucking in my fingers so damn well."

The way he touched you was electric. Jaehyun held one hand steady on the wheel, the other driving his fingers in and out of your eager cunt, and with his thumb, he rubbed little, tiny circles in an agonizingly slow pace, causing you to nearly whimper at his touch.

You could not recall anything else beyond that point. Only the touch, his gaze, and the friction brought on by the intense desire built within the past minutes.

You came harder than you expected, coating his fingers and palm, the smell of your sex filling the cabin of his car. It took every ounce of strength to keep the car moving to its destination instead of crashing into a pole.

And by the time he pulled into the parking garage, your core was gaping and sopping with its juices. A sight he couldn't possibly forget.

Removing his fingers from your pussy, you watched as he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean. Jaehyun licked them one-by-one, licking his lips before pulling back.

"Thank you," you gasped out, the rush and energy surging through your veins. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed his lips. You climbed out of his car, smoothing down your skirt and fixing the loose hairs from your bun. "Goodnight, Jaehyun."

"Goodnight, Y/N," he repeated quietly as he watched you walk up to the elevator to head back up into the building.

Jaehyun probably lost his mind there and then. And he couldn't wait until the next time that the two of you were together like that once again.

Johnny looked up when he heard the sound of the door opening, and he raised his hand in a greeting wave and stood to embrace you.

"There's my baby," he softly hummed, peppering kisses along your face and neck. He hugged you to his chest, inhaling your familiar scent, and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

"When did you get here? How was work?" You smiled into his chest, feeling his fingers undoing your bun and running his fingers through your hair. It was a nice feeling, a sensation that you did not want to go away. "I thought you would be at your apartment tonight."

"Nah," he pulled away slightly so his lips hovered over yours. "My bed's not as warm as yours, and my apartment is cold, so..." Johnny dropped a couple of kisses onto the edge of your mouth and whispered. "It's a lot nicer at yours anyway."

"Oh really?" you smirked and cupped his cheeks, leading him to a trail of open mouthed kisses and light moans.

Johnny's hand trailed to cup your ass, pressing you to the length of him, bringing you back to him. His mouth claimed yours hungrily, desperately as though it had been days since the last time the pair of you touched. His fingers found the edge of your panties, already drenched. "Oh? So wet already? What were you doing before this?"

You couldn't lie to Johnny, not when he knows how your mind worked. It's the small things he's picked up throughout the years. The slight quirk of your lips, the twitch of a finger, the slightest flush of color or twitch of an eyelash and Johnny knows. "Jaehyun gave me a ride home after dinner...he had a couple of fingers knuckle deep."

He nodded his head and licked his lips. "Did he make you cum?"

"Yeah," you choked, eyes widened, feeling his fingers toyed with you, two fingers pushing into you, pumping in and out at a languid pace, torturing the bundle of nerves.

"Did you like it? The way his fingers thrust into your tight and dripping cunt? Did you like cumming all over his thick, long fingers?" Johnny asked you in a whisper, brushing his lips onto your jaw and neckline. "Did you do anything else? Fuck, kitten, you're still so wet."

"No, Johnny," you cried out and trembled and whimpered, as his fingers grazed over that spot inside you. "Just...only fingers."

"Good baby," he softly crooned. "You can have his cock later but first..."

He didn't have to finish that sentence. You were ready. More than ready for anything and anything from him.

Jaehyun sat in the coffee shop with his friends and fellow coworkers, Doyoung and Jungwoo. They were all working on their laptops, but Jaehyun couldn't focus. He kept thinking about you. He’d had feelings for you for a while now, but he didn't know what to do about it.

"Hey, Jaehyun," Doyoung said. "Are you okay?"

Jaehyun looked up from his laptop. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said. "Just a little distracted."

"What's up?" Jungwoo asked.

Jaehyun hesitated. He didn't want to tell his friends how he felt about you, but he knew he needed to talk to someone. "I'm having feelings for Y/N," he said. “Well…I don’t know if I would really call them feelings. I like her, and I just want to explore these emotions with her.”

Doyoung and Jungwoo looked at each other.

"Shit," Doyoung started, his eyes wide. "The boss?"

"That’s…" Jungwoo muttered. "Hyung, you must have a death wish."

Jaehyun sighed. "Yeah," he said. "I know it's kind of weird, but I can't help it."

"It's not weird," Doyoung said, letting out a sigh. "It's perfectly normal to have feelings for Y/N. I mean, we’ve all seen her. The woman is fine as fuck."

"Yeah," Jungwoo said. "Who doesn’t agree with that?"

"Come on, guys," Jaehyun muttered. "I just can’t have these feelings for her when she’s engaged to Johnny."

Jaehyun hadn’t ever gotten this involved with someone he worked with. He always kept his personal life separate from work, but you changed everything he ever knew about love and his whole outlook on the relationship dynamics in his life. He’d never even had any feelings for the few people that he had slept with, but now he wanted to hold you in his arms. He wanted more of that fire and passion that you had within yourself. Jaehyun was addicted and craving more of that passion and want. He wanted to have a relationship and possibly a future with you.

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to make love to you and hear his name drip from those delicious lips. Jaehyun knew all these feelings and desires weren’t a good thing. He was afraid that he would have to pretend to hide his affection for you in the office because he was your employee, and he didn't want anything to happen at his job. Even though he was aware he might get fired for expressing his desire for you, he would love to take those chances with you, if you would ever take him.

But then there was the reality. The reality of the situation and where you were with Johnny. He had no business trying to get in the middle of your relationship.

"Even so, what are you gonna do about it?" Jungwoo asked, sliding back in his chair as he slurped the last bit of his coffee through a straw. "Just ignore those feelings, hyung? That's not gonna work forever."

"I'll figure it out," Jaehyun sighed heavily. "It'll go away. It has to go away. Eventually, it will go away, and things can return to normal."

"Keep thinking positive," Doyoung snorted, sipping the rest of the warm, frothy beverage he had before tossing it into the nearby trash bin. "You never know what might happen."

"Look," Jungwoo added in, "there's nothing wrong with liking the boss. You just have to make sure you do something with those feelings or they could end up boiling to the surface. Take advantage of whatever chance you can get, man. Before she gets married or anything. Okay?"

Jaehyun took a deep breath. "Thanks, guys," he said. "I appreciate it."

"No problem," Doyoung said. "You know that we're always here for you."

"Definitely," Jungwoo nodded.

Jaehyun smiled back. "Thanks," he said. "And let’s keep this all a secret from everyone in the office. Only Mark knows."

He took another deep breath and opened his laptop. He knew he had a lot of work to do, but he felt a little bit better knowing that he had his friends to support him. After an hour or so, the three of them decide to head back to the office building.

Jaehyun was heading to his office when he was stopped by his co-worker, Yeri. Yeri was a very pretty girl, and most of the male colleagues would have loved to date her. They would definitely put a lot of effort and attention towards her if it meant a chance with the young, hardworking woman. 

"Jaehyun," Yeri said, "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" he asked, turning to face her.

"I've been trying to call you," she said, playing with the hem of her blouse, "but you haven't been returning my calls."

"I'm sorry," he said, hands in his pockets, "I've been busy."

"I know," she frowned, "but I need to talk to you about something important."

"What is it?" he asked again, looking at her face.

"I like you," she said after a brief silence.

Jaehyun was taken aback. He had never thought of Yeri in that way. He didn't even know if he had any type of interest in her. "Yeri..." he began, but she interrupted him.

"Jaehyun, please give us a shot," Yeri urged, looking deep into his eyes and she couldn't stop the words from pouring out, "I really like you, and I think we could be good together."

"I'm flattered," Jaehyun muttered, "but I'm not interested."

"Why not?" she asked, her voice coming to a slight whine. Was she going to become an emotional mess?

"I'm sorry, Yeri," Jaehyun was saying. "I'm just not interested in you that way."

Yeri looked heartbroken. "But I thought we had a connection," she said.

"We do," he said, "but not the kind of connection you're thinking of."

"I don't understand," she said. “You flirted with me, and I flirted back. I thought that meant something."

"I flirt with everyone, be it men or women. I like you as a friend," he said, "but I'm not interested in anything more than that."

Yeri looked like she was about to cry. "I see," she said. "Is it because you like someone else?"

Jaehyun nodded his head. She let out a small whine before turning and walking away. Jaehyun felt bad for hurting her feelings, but he knew he had to be honest with her. He wasn't interested in her in that way, and he didn't want to lead her on.

He continued on to his office, hoping that Yeri would be able to move on.

Jaehyun sat at his desk, staring at the computer screen in front of him. He should’ve been working on the report that was due the next day, but he couldn’t seem to focus. Ever since you and Johnny announced your engagement, Jaehyun had been trying to drown out his emotions, but lately, he'd been feeling like he couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore. He'd been dreaming about you at night, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you during the day. He knew that he should’ve just forgotten about you and focused on his work, but he couldn’t help himself. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

He took a deep breath and tried to focus on his work, but it was no use. He couldn’t concentrate. He knew that he needed to do something, but he wasn’t sure what. He could’ve just told you how he felt, but he was afraid of rejection. He could try to forget about you, but he knew that it would be impossible.

He was stuck in a dilemma, and he didn’t know what to do.

Why was it so hard to stop thinking about you?

There was a knock at his office door. Jaehyun briefly looked up to see Johnny coming into his office. Johnny lifted a hand in greeting before pulling a chair to sit on the other side of his desk. "Hey."

Jaehyun looked up. "Johnny. What's up?"

"I just wanted to talk to you about something," Johnny said. "It's important."

"Okay," Jaehyun said, his heart starting to race.

"I know you like Y/N," Johnny said, a small smile on his lips.

"What?" Jaehyun felt like his whole body had been doused with ice water.

"You heard me," Johnny said. "And before you get all panicky, it's fine. I don't care. Well, not really. I'm not gonna fire you, if that's what you're worried about."

"How did you know?" Jaehyun croaked out, swallowing hard.

"I've seen the way you look at her," Johnny said as he let out an amused chuckle.

Jaehyun didn't know what to say. He was speechless.

"I'm not going to lie," Johnny said. "I'm a little jealous. But I also know that you two would be good together."

"Wait. What?" Jaehyun looked at Johnny in shock. "You want me to go after Y/N?"

"Yeah," Johnny said. "And not as a one-night-stand."

"I..." Jaehyun started, but then trailed off.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy, but just think about it," Johnny said. "Y/N deserves someone who will love her and take care of her. And you clearly have feelings for her. So why not take the leap and make it happen?"

"I don't know," Jaehyun responded, completely lost for words. "Y/N is your fiancee, though."

"Of course she’s my fiancee," Johnny said, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t get me wrong, I love her. But if she wants to see and sleep with other men, who am I to stop her? As long as she’s happy, then I’m happy."

Jaehyun was stunned. He had no idea that Johnny and Y/N’s relationship was so...unconventional. He knew that Johnny definitely had feelings for you. Jaehyun caught him looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. So Jaehyun didn't understand why Johnny was okay with sharing you.

But the idea of being able to have sex with you, maybe even a relationship with you, was tempting. It was so tempting that Jaehyun couldn't help but imagine you underneath him, moaning his name while he fucked you. He was getting aroused just thinking about it.

"You really want to share your fiancee with another man? With me?" he questioned him, swallowing nervously.

Johnny nodded his head. "Like I said, I love her. I want her to be happy. If letting her sleep around and have other boyfriends makes her happy, then I'm all for it," he said, leaning forward in his seat. "Besides, I can't say I'm not curious about how you would be as a boyfriend to her."

Jaehyun shifted, the swelling under his pants starting to hurt him. Johnny caught a brief glimpse of him trying to discreetly hide the growing bulge.

"So, what do you say?" Johnny asked. "Do you want to go out with her?"

Jaehyun sat for a while. It all seemed too good to be true. Here was Johnny, practically giving him permission to fuck his fiancee. It all felt like a dream come true. But a small part of Jaehyun was skeptical. Was there more to it than Johnny was letting on? Or was Jaehyun overthinking the situation?

But his mind had wandered somewhere else, and it made Johnny laugh aloud.

"Looks like you do want to fuck her," Johnny chuckled lightly at him, noticing the size of Jaehyun's member starting to swell in his slacks. "Who am I to deny your pleasure?"

"Ugh, shut up," Jaehyun groaned, shifting his body uncomfortably. He was glad that his office door was closed because he didn't want anybody seeing his erection. "But...okay, I'll...think about it."

"Great," Johnny nodded his head in satisfaction and stood up, clapping his friend on the back. "Take care."

Jaehyun breathed slowly, thinking about what Johnny just told him.

There was a part of him that knew that Johnny could be playing him. But there was also a part of him that thought that he might actually have a chance with you. It was a risk worth taking. Jaehyun was eager enough and couldn't hold himself back. Even with a throbbing boner and in the middle of working, you filled his thoughts, even more than before. 

"You want me to do what?" You blurted out, looking at him from your office couch.

"Date Jaehyun," Johnny grinned.

You were surprised when Johnny told you to date Jaehyun. You weren't exactly expecting to hear it, but you had to admit you were curious. You and Johnny had talked about opening up your relationship, and you thought he might have been interested in seeing someone else, but you never expected him to suggest Jaehyun. You weren't sure how you felt about the prospect of dating Jaehyun. You definitely found him attractive, and you couldn't help but admire how sweet and kind he was to you. But the idea of pursuing an actual relationship with him was still somewhat overwhelming. You loved Johnny, and the thought of being with anyone other than him, made you slightly nervous. However, a bigger part of you was incredibly excited by the prospect of having a boyfriend other than Johnny. You could only imagine how good the sex would be between the three of you, but you tried to put those thoughts out of your head for the time being.

You chewed your bottom lip and hesitated.

"I can see that look, babe," Johnny mused, licking his lips. He rubbed the outside of your thigh, trailing his hands along the hem of your skirt, slipping his hand underneath and sliding his hand upwards. You inhale a soft gasp of air, clutching his arm. He watched your expression and gave you a smirk, dragging his pointer finger against your already sensitive bud and folds through the damp cloth of your panties. "Just say it. You want this too. Don't you?"

"Mmmhmm," you moaned and nodded, leaning closer into his side.

"Thought so. Is your pretty brain thinking about Jaehyun fucking you?" He asked in a seductive tone, a light purr in your ear as you whimpered when his fingers ghosted across your panties once more, circling over your clit with one digit. He moved the pads of his two fingers along your clit.

"Fuck," you cursed lowly, nearly giving a moan.

Johnny continued to tease you, applying more pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moaned out loudly, unable to stop yourself as you moved your hips slightly to match his ministrations, rutting yourself against him as he continued to tease and torment your already leaking clit. A thin string of liquid formed along the cloth of your panties, wetness clinging to the pads of his digits. His actions caused you to squirm in your seat, his gaze darkened with lust as he watched your reaction, mouth open slightly at the sensation. You shivered, hot breath escaping your throat. Your fingers dug deeper into the sofa, nails breaking the fabric.

"Such a good little kitten," Johnny's deep and smooth voice trickled like a smooth glass of red wine sliding down your throat and ignited that warmth in the pit of your belly. It traveled downward, mixing with the intense sensation, amplifying everything, spreading from within and filling you. His voice sent another wave of pleasure through you, your body involuntarily writhing from under him.

"God, that's so sexy," he murmured, bringing his fingers up to his lips, tongue licking them before tasting you. The wet, squelching sound coming from his mouth was making your face flush.

You pouted, unable to help it. "Not fair..." you whined.

Johnny smiled devilishly. "Go find Jaehyun. When I left his office, he popped a boner in his pants." He sucked his fingers clean from your wetness, humming. "Go and get it, baby."

You hesitated at first, still unsure if you were really okay with the idea. After a few moments, you nodded, and Johnny took hold of your wrist gently and led you over to his office. The building was nearly deserted since everyone had gone home for the day except you, Johnny and Jaehyun. So there wasn't anyone who would see you make your way to Jaehyun's office. Once you and Johnny got to the door of his office, Johnny looked at you and leaned down.

"Have fun," he whispered in your ear, placing a quick kiss on your forehead before turning and leaving to wait in his office, giving you and Jaehyun some space.

You stood outside of the door, butterflies swarming inside of your stomach, nerves getting the best of you. You let out a shaky breath before lifting your fist, knuckles rapping a steady knock. Jaehyun called from inside for whoever was there to come in, and you let yourself into his office, closing the door softly behind you.

You swallowed thickly, taking in Jaehyun. He was sitting at his desk, his hair a little mussed, and his cheeks had a dusting of pink on them. When he looked up at you, his eyes darkened slightly, and the breath caught in his throat.

"Y/N," he started, his voice thick, "what are you doing here?"

"Johnny asked me to come here," you started, voice wavering slightly.

He noticed your voice, raising an eyebrow in slight concern, but not saying anything as you took another step forward towards him.

"Well, more accurately..." you bit your lip, noticing the swell in his slacks. You walked up to him, before dropping to your knees, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Y/N, what are you..." he cut himself off as you settled between his legs.

He was at his full hardness. There wasn't any room for anything else to grow down there. You ran a hand on the back of your head, sweeping your hair over your right shoulder before leaning in, tentatively taking the zipper of his slacks in hand.

He didn't protest, simply watched you in silent awe as you slowly unzipped his fly, hissing at the release of the pressure. His boxers were strained, the elastic pulled tight, creating a nice outline of the appendage underneath. You reached in and grabbed his hard dick through his boxers, slowly pulling them away from his waist, exposing the throbbing, angry member to the cool air.

His erection was red and veiny, standing straight, ready for attention, almost pulsating. The head was angry, almost purple with want. It had a slight curve upward, and you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel. How thick it was. It would definitely stretch you out, that was for sure. You began to move your hand up and down the length of him, gripping tighter as he gave you a quiet groan. You picked up the speed slightly, his length beginning to drip with a clear liquid that was slightly sticky, your hand coating the slick substance, using it as lubricant to ease the movement along his shaft.

"Jaehyun," you called out to him, his cock throbbing, feeling harder and heavier now as his hips began to rut against you, jerking and stuttering, not able to control the movement. He gave a grunt, and you could tell that he was trying to stay quiet, despite the sensations that were running throughout his body, not wanting to alert anyone of the activities that were going on behind his closed office door.

"Jaehyun," you repeated.

He opened his eyes to look down at you, his eyebrows knitting together as he gazed down into your eyes, almost pained that he wasn't the one to touch you, to be the one to make you fall apart.

"Let me please you, Jaehyun," you asked, voice coming out breathless, a slight rasp to the last word. "Wouldn't you like me to suck your cock until you're satisfied?"

"Fuck," he grunted.

He watched your hand grip the base of his cock as you lowered your lips onto it. A shudder ran through him as you let your tongue circle the head, slightly flicking it around the top and collecting the precum that was there, swirling it in a mix of spit, forming a perfect lubricated layer to smear around his head. Your grip tightened a little as you sucked the tip and began to move your head downward, trying to relax your throat. You allowed him to hit the back of your throat, gag reflex causing you to tighten slightly, sending a delicious thrill of pleasure up and through Jaehyun's member before you slid back up to the tip, letting your teeth lightly scratch his skin.

"God, don't bite," he gasped, not able to stop himself from moaning, "not there."

"Sorry," you giggled and teased before lowering down onto him once more, tongue slightly pushing against the veins that wrapped around the thickness. They were quite prominent, and you had no doubt that your throat would be thoroughly used by the time you were done.

"Fuuckkkk!" He let out a moan.

You didn't need a mirror to know that you looked obscene, Jaehyun’s cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, strings of your own saliva slipping out of your mouth, a light film coating his cock every time you pulled back. His member had a visible pulse, twitching against your hand as he would press his hips upward. He tried his best to let you set the pace, but he was close. His hands tangled themselves into your locks, pulling you forward, impaling your mouth down as far as possible as he pressed his hips upward roughly.

Tears filled your eyes as you choked, noises escaping your nose and throat, not being able to breathe as his cock hit your uvula, gagging you as you struggled to pull away. But he held onto you firmly, fingers intertwined into your hair, as he continued to rut against you.

"Ah. God. Fuck. Just a little bit more, princess," he moaned, hips still jerking uncontrollably as you remained trapped underneath his hands.

He finally gave a low groan, the vibration vibrating against his erection, pushing him to climax, and he shot warm ribbons of cum down the back of your throat and onto your tongue, swallowing the semen as he pulled out with a loud pop.

As you looked up at him, eyes half-lidded and a bit of a smile on your swollen and bruised lips, your cheeks a nice shade of pink, a dribble of cum falling down the corner of your mouth, you saw the satisfaction evident on his face. He looked as though he couldn't believe what just happened.

He was looking at you, not with disgust, but amazement. Like you were the most stunning piece of art he had ever seen. His cock twitched, the feeling of being milked starting to stir it up again, as you noticed his member was already starting to harden back up.

"Oh?" You breathed out, biting your lip. Back on your feet, you decided to give Jaehyun a bit of a show, unbuttoning your blouse, pulling it open and revealing a lacy black bra underneath. "You're already hard again, hm?"

Your hands traveled downwards, finding their way to the button of your skirt. You released the closure and let your skirt fall to the floor, giving him a teasing display of your panties that matched the bra.

"Fuck," he ground out, and then you were in his lap, facing him. "You drive me crazy."

"Do you want me?" you asked.

His dark eyes clouded with desire and want, looking you up and down hungrily and possessively as if he was a starving man who'd just been served his most desired meal. "Yes," he rasped out. "Fuck, yes. I want you."

You nosed at him playfully, fingers curled around the hem of his white shirt, tugging it up and over his head and dropping the material unceremoniously beside him before turning your gaze on him again, your grin mischievous.

"Kiss me, Jaehyun." It was an order, but you had spoken with such sweetness, making him grow hard.

Jaehyun brushed a lock of your hair away from your face, then placed his large hands on either side of your neck. Slowly, he inched his face towards yours, stopping when there was but a millimeter of space between your lips. He waited there, anticipation building between you. He let his eyes roam over your features, taking in every detail, letting you take in every detail of his own.

There were no sounds other than the ragged breathing. 

"Why me?" He questioned. "What is it that made you pick me? You have Johnny. Isn't it enough?" His lips were centimeters from yours. The tension between you was thick, electric. He could sense something like fear radiating from you, causing him to pull back. "Answer me," he demanded, but his tone was gentle.

"Because there's something about you Jaehyun," you replied, eyes finally opening. "Since that day you kissed me, I can't seem to forget the feeling," you whispered. Your words hung between you, his mouth mere inches above yours, lips still not touching. "I know I should be satisfied with just Johnny, but I have this strange need, this aching curiosity, that makes me want you so badly."

“And Johnny?” Jaehyun muttered. “What will he do if he knows about this?”

“Johnny doesn’t mind,” you answered. “Trust me.”

"There's no going back for the three of us, you know," Jaehyun replied hoarsely.

"Are you okay with it, Jaehyun?" You asked. "Okay sharing me with Johnny?"

"Are you okay with having the both of us?" He countered.

"Yes," you nodded, watching his face, gauging his reactions and trying to read what thoughts coursing through him. His heart hammered in his chest, and a heat burned deep inside him, threatening to consume him, as he processed the fact that the woman he wanted - the woman he had dreamt about and fantasized about and coveted - actually wanted him as well. “I like you, Jaehyun. I really, really like you.”

Jaehyun tilted your chin, holding you so you were looking directly into his eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. He cupped your face and claimed your lips in a long, fierce kiss, tongue begging entrance. You whimpered against his mouth and opened wider for him, gasping at the rush of pleasure that coursed through you. You needed to feel closer. His hands roamed down your shoulders and back, gliding over every inch of skin. As he trailed them up under the cups of your bra, teasing and circling the sensitive mounds, you moaned softly in his mouth. Your hips arched instinctively, desperately seeking friction against the erection beneath his pants. He moved his hips, creating friction between you, and you ground yourself harder into him. The sound you made in your throat had the effect of an electric current running through Jaehyun, fueling his passion, and his kisses grew fiercer.

When you eventually broke away from him to catch your breath, he lowered his head and pressed light kisses along your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, and goosebumps rose in response to the feeling of his soft lips on your flesh. He had one hand on your hip, the other behind your head, keeping you steady as he sucked your collarbone. He bit gently on the skin, making you inhale sharply. Your breasts pressed against his broad chest, making him ache and throb inside. His hand traveled from your hip around to your front, toying with the lacy material between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked, princess. Is this because of me?" He asked gruffly, causing you to whimper. You bucked your hips, trying to rub your aching core into him.

He dipped two fingers under the fabric, teasing and running them along the wet slit. The tip of a digit brushed over your sensitive clit, eliciting another groan. Jaehyun groaned as he inserted one finger and swirled it inside you, teasing and taunting you. You gripped him, crying out at the invasion of the single digit inside you. He added a second, stretching you to the limits, and you rocked your hips up, burying his fingers even deeper in your velvety folds.

"Fuck. So damn wet," he cursed. "Your juices are dripping out." He thrust his fingers into your hot passage faster, watching your reaction. He reached back up with his free hand, pulling your bra down over your tits, the cold air against your hardened buds, pebbling them. He thumbed them, sending shivers of delight throughout your body. Your spine arched, bringing your sensitive nipples into contact with his calloused thumb.

"Ah, ah...yes..." you moaned.

As soon as he removed his fingers, you were pulling off his belt buckle, freeing his throbbing erection from its fabric prison. When it fell to the ground, the two of you shared a brief moment to look at each other.

"Bend over the desk." His voice was soft, though rough, and you were sure the fire in your loins had somehow transferred itself into the smoldering depths of his dark pupils.

You eagerly complied with the order, placing your palms flat on his smooth oak wood desk and jutting your ass out towards him, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. The anticipation was almost more than you could handle. You felt him guide your legs further apart and run his length between your sopping pussy folds, spreading the moisture as he teased your cunt with his leaking cock. He bent over, leaning on his forearms, pressing against the small of your back, his cock dragging your slit, flicking your clit ever-so slightly and sending shocks of pleasure through your spine. His fingers slowly worked their way underneath you, teasing your nipple and breast while his lips sucked on the crook of your neck. His tip positioned itself against your entrance.

"Y/N," he moaned in a muffled, lustful groan, right next to your ear, "I can't hold back any longer."

He entered you agonizingly slowly, feeling the slow stretching of your cunt walls stretching out as his member passed.

"Fuck, Y/N. So good and wet," he breathed heavily.

It was only when his head brushed your cervix did you release the moan you'd been holding back and relax your tense muscles. He wasn't as big as Johnny, but he still managed to stretch and fill you, and you gripped the sides of the desk until the knuckles were white. It took some adjusting until you got used to his size before Jaehyun slid almost completely out, leaving just the tip buried within you, only to sink back, making your whole body quiver. You gasped and tried to stop your vision from spinning.

He groaned with each thrust, and you gasped again, moaning loudly as your walls started tightening. Soon enough, Jaehyun was slamming into you. One of his hands came up to knead your breast as you continued to brace yourself against the desk. He fucked you so deeply that you feared your legs would fail you. You had no idea that your moans would get louder and louder until they echoed all around you, bouncing off the walls, interspersed with his grunts of effort and exertion. You couldn't contain yourself as his cock slammed into your g-spot with every thrust.

He picked up speed, moaning as he began fucking you wildly, the smack of skin hitting skin filling the office. Your pleasure was overwhelming. He growled when you screamed out your orgasm and arched into him, crying out in ecstasy.

"Fuck," you choked out through the sensations.

"Tell me that I'm making you feel good, princess," Jaehyun murmured.

You whimpered. You had no control left over; everything had been taken by him. With every thrust, the way his balls slapped against your swollen clit had you in a trance. Every thought that had crossed your mind before disappeared. Only you and Jaehyun remained. You felt like your life depended on you reaching this level of ecstasy. And that, somehow, was terrifyingly arousing to you.

"Tell me how good this feels for you, sweetheart." His voice had a sensual quality that seemed to stir something deep inside you.

"Good, so good..." you trailed off when you felt your pleasure increase, if that was even possible. "Please, Jae, please keep doing that." Your words spilled from your lips in a whimpered prayer to him as he leaned his chest against your back.

"Look at you," he breathed heavily into your ear. "Taking me so well... My cock fits perfectly inside of your tight little hole."

The pleasure was coming faster and faster, waves of ecstasy drowning every sense except hearing, every muscle tense. Every cell of yours craved, hungered, and ached for him to never stop, to never stop pleasuring you in that way, to never stop talking dirty in that tone.

"Gosh, you feel so tight around me," he gritted through his teeth. And then, after what seemed like a lifetime, his thrusts became erratic, uneven, losing rhythm. "Fuck princess, I-I think..."

"Cum in me, please, please," you begged, body trembling at the edge of the cliff, just waiting for Jaehyun to bring you over it. He leaned forward, fingers digging into your skin.

The way he groaned his climax made your orgasm surge, ripping through your body as your muscles quivered violently. You felt his warmth spread inside of you as you tightened around him, his seed seeping out as his hips continue to roll forward into your own. He let out a drawn-out breath, your eyes shutting closed as he pumped his warm seed deep inside your tight hole.

"Good girl," Jaehyun smirked, leaning close to your ear and pressing soft kisses on your shoulders.

He helped you straighten up and turn around. When you were facing him, he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled lovingly, cupping your cheeks and brushing away strands of your hair that had fallen into his face. He cupped the nape of your neck, his thumb tenderly massaging circles. It was a small movement, but somehow, it spoke a thousand words to your exhausted mind.

"Beautiful," Jaehyun breathed before brushing his lips over yours. They felt firm and plush against your mouth, and your breath hitched in your throat, his closeness leaving you breathless.

The two of you stood there for several minutes, breathing each other in, neither one willing to break the embrace. The steady rise and fall of Jaehyun's chest was comforting, as was the steady beating of his heart, which you could clearly hear from that close. You didn’t want to move. Not yet. Eventually, however, Jaehyun realized that standing naked in the middle of his office might not be a very productive use of his time, separated himself from you, and started searching for the articles of clothing that had been stripped from his body earlier.

A smile tugging at the corner of your lips, you watched him work his way back into his clothes, putting each item on, one by one, until he had completely redressed. He smiled at you the whole time, an adoring expression upon his face. Once done, he turned back around and faced you, one eyebrow raised as he cocked his head at your immobilized form, a smirk appearing upon his face.

"Well," he started, amusement coloring his tone. "Aren't you gonna start getting dressed, too, princess?"

"Oh," you stated, a sudden rush of embarrassment flowing through you. You nodded before scrambling for your discarded clothing. You quickly pull on your underwear and skirt before picking up your blouse. As you were buttoning up your top, you turned towards Jaehyun, still smiling fondly. 

"Hey," he smiled back. "Come over here, will ya?"

You looked into his eyes once again and walked closer. He put his hands on the back of your waist and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. Then, he pulled away a bit and looked deeply in your eyes, whispering, "I'm looking forward to seeing where this leads us."

"Took you two long enough," you heard Johnny comment as you and Jaehyun left his office. He glanced toward the both of you, eyeing the blush that was spreading across the younger man's cheeks.

"It took a bit longer than expected, unfortunately," you offered, leaning back into Johnny, arms sliding around his waist. "And I'm famished now."

"Let's go get dinner," Johnny suggested. "Jaehyun, are you joining us? Or have you already got plans tonight?"

"Nah, I'll join," Jaehyun nodded. "There's something the three of us need to talk about after all, so let's do this."

"Then what are we waiting for?" You questioned with an arched eyebrow. "I want to eat."

With that, the three of you left the building together and headed down to a local steakhouse that was owned by a friend of Johnny's. It was always quiet there, and the atmosphere was calm, allowing for good conversation. Johnny liked it there, and you thought the food was okay, so you didn't mind. The meal was quick but pleasant; the conversation light and fun, with Johnny and Jaehyun having a good time chatting together and occasionally including you.

"So," Jaehyun cleared his throat awkwardly when you were finishing up your dinner. "Now what?"

"What do you mean, 'now what?'" Johnny asked curiously.

"I think he means the future for the three of us," you interrupted softly.

"Yeah," Jaehyun replied slowly. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. At the end of the day, she's your fiancee, Johnny."

Johnny went silent for a moment and stared intently at his wine glass. "Like I said, I don't mind sharing her with you," he repeated himself after a bit, swirling his wine thoughtfully.

"I don't know," Jaehyun admitted sadly. "It's just that, it's a lot to get my head around."

"I get that," Johnny nodded, shooting his younger employee a reassuring glance, "but just know, I really am okay with it." He turned his gaze to you, fixing you with a piercing stare that caused your cheeks to heat. "Don't you want this, kitten? Don't you want Jaehyun too?"

You swallowed hard and looked down, then back up, meeting his stare with a determination to speak your truth. "Yes," you confessed with a strong voice, nodding once. "Yes, Johnny, I want you, and I want Jaehyun."

Johnny's lip curled upwards into a smirk. "See? She wants you, she doesn't want to be with just me," he said confidently. "Jaehyun," his eyes narrowed, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth, "can't you see she wants both of us equally?"

The younger man ran a hand nervously over his face. "Fuck, okay," he conceded, breathing out an exasperated laugh. "This is really happening? She gets to have two guys? Really?"

"Of course," the oldest assured. "Don't tell me that you didn't enjoy what you got from her, hm?" Johnny reached across and placed his hand on top of your own, fingers curling around your knuckles. "Think of it this way. Y/N gets all the love and devotion we have to offer while you and I build a strong friendship," he pointed out.

Jaehyun arched a skeptical eyebrow, but then, as you watched, a slow smile spread across his face. It seemed as if Johnny had gotten through to him, because Jaehyun sat back in his chair, a relieved expression written plainly across his features. 

"Okay," Jaehyun responded after a minute. "Okay." He drained his wine in a single gulp and shrugged, then shrugged again before finally nodding. "Why not, right? It can work," he added after a beat. "We can make it work."

"Great," Johnny stated happily. "Well, then," he addressed the waiter. "I think we're all ready for the bill."

It was near midnight when the three of you arrived at your apartment. Jaehyun wanted to part with you there, since his apartment was next door, but he hesitated at the door, glancing toward Johnny.

"Why don't you join us, Jaehyun? Come stay at my apartment tonight," You reached for his arm, pulling him closer. You tugged on his lapel, eyes focused on his tie pin and his shoulder and pecs.

"Kitten, really now," Johnny's chuckle resounded beside you. "You just fucked earlier and you're still not satisfied?"

You shook your head. "Of course not, why else would I ask him to join us?"

Johnny scoffed with a chuckle, nudging Jaehyun on the arm playfully before they both entered your place, closing and locking the door behind them. You watched Johnny remove his dress shirt and belt as he headed toward your bedroom, the fabric and leather discarded haphazardly along the way. You caught a glimpse of his half-naked torso and the ridges of his abs before he disappeared from view. Jaehyun stood rooted on the spot, mouth parted slightly.

You grabbed his hand and began to guide him towards your room, not wanting to wait any longer than necessary. Jaehyun looked momentarily dazed as he was being pulled along, and he barely made a noise before you shut the door firmly behind you and pushed him onto the bed. He sat, uncharacteristically obedient, staring at you as if you were something untouchable as you stood before him, hovering just out of his reach.

Johnny was seated at your desk chair, shirt off and shoes already discarded, legs spread wide open and arms leaning back behind him casually while his pants were undone. A prominent bulge poked through. "Why don't you take care of Jaehyun, kitten? I want to watch how he fucks you," he mused, cocking his head toward the younger one, an almost imperceptible smirk appearing on his lips.

"Yes, Johnny," you obliged with an eager smile. "Jae," you said slowly, almost whispering, running a finger down his jaw. He inhaled sharply. His body is stiff beneath your touch. "Take these off." You gestured at his suit and watched as Jaehyun began removing the items of clothing slowly until he was lying only in his boxer shorts, exposing all the dips and lines in his abs.

Johnny let out a low, pleased hum. "Jaehyun, why don't you sit further up on the bed, your back against the headboard?"

Jaehyun wordlessly obeyed without a second thought, sitting up against the pillows, waiting patiently.

"Now, kitten, strip and go ride him," Johnny commanded.

Without missing a beat, you unbuttoned your blouse and cast it aside. Next, you removed your panties and your skirt. With bated breath, both men observed how you crawled towards Jaehyun, gently straddling his legs before stopping right in front of his covered dick, causing him to let out a low moan.

"Good," Johnny breathed, his hand slowly cupping his erection, eyes never leaving your form. He leaned back further in his chair, tugging down on his pants. "Kitten, keep going," he encouraged you. "Make him feel good."

Jaehyun groaned at the sudden lack of friction between his legs. You placed two hands on either side of his waist, leaning forward, capturing his lower lip between your teeth before sliding down the waistband of his boxers. Jaehyun squirmed, unable to hold back the noise in his throat as you lifted yourself back up, resuming your straddling of his bare, thick cock. You placed one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and then slowly lowered yourself onto him.

Jaehyun sucked in a sharp breath as he felt himself stretching inside you, filling you. Once you were fully seated on him, he groaned loudly, leaning forward to kiss you passionately. Your breath hitched at the fullness of him. He started rocking his hips, slow thrusts sending shivers down your spine as he kissed you feverishly. The ache that had been growing in your core suddenly intensified.

"Just like that," Johnny remarked from the side, hand stroking his hard shaft leisurely.

As the pace picked up, and as Johnny kept making more encouraging comments, Jaehyun found a rhythm between his hips and your own, riding against yours. "Look at you, riding me so nicely," Jaehyun breathed huskily against your lips. You let a moan escape, giving into the pleasure.

"Fuck," you managed to whimper. His hands drifted toward your breasts, kneading the tender flesh and nipples in his palms as he thrust faster, groaning as you tightened around him. 

"God, you feel good," he murmured. "Your pussy feels incredible wrapped so tightly around my cock." He lowered his head and kissed you fiercely, and you reciprocated immediately, tongues exploring each other's mouths. He continued kissing you furiously as he held you close to him.

Jaehyun then decided to switch your position so that you were facing Johnny's direction. Johnny's hand gripped his cock tightly at the base. He continued watching you riding Jaehyun while pumping his length, eyes fixed upon the bouncing of your breasts.

"Shit, kitten," Johnny cursed under his breath, grunting quietly as he stroked himself to the sight of you and Jaehyun in the throes of ecstasy. "Seeing you riding his cock so beautifully makes me wanna fuck your face, you know. Would you like to suck on my cock, kitten?"

"Mmm, yes, Johnny," you moaned. "Please, let me suck your cock."

He rose from his spot, kicked off his trousers and boxers altogether in one move, and approached the bed. He placed himself near your head, inches away from where Jaehyun and you were connected. "Go on, kitten. Open wide and put that pretty little mouth of yours on my cock." He commanded, presenting you with his hardened cock.

You leaned forward slightly, bringing your mouth closer to Johnny's awaiting member. You didn't hesitate, reaching out and wrapping one hand around his base, feeling the warmth of his cock against your palm and opening wider as you ran the flat of your tongue along his sensitive vein. Johnny sucked in a ragged breath before taking hold of your head, holding your head in place. His thumb caressed your cheek briefly, and then you wrapped your lips around his swollen cockhead, tasting pre-cum leaking from his slit. His thumb grazed your lips and chin, brushing the remnants of his release away as it mixed with your saliva. You worked your way up and down his length as much as you could in your position. The moans escaping Johnny's mouth spurred you to suck harder and faster, driving Jaehyun crazy behind you.

"Fuck, you're sucking me so well, kitten," Johnny praised, throwing his head backwards in pleasure. He looked down at Jaehyun's thrusts below you. "How's she feel, Jae?"

Jaehyun peered upwards, managing to mumble something along the lines of "fucking fantastic." You clenched around his shaft as he rocked steadily into you, bringing you dangerously close. 

"Does this feel amazing, kitten?" Johnny asked, a tinge of amusement to his tone. "Feeling that dick drive deep inside your wet pussy?"

"Yes Johnny, ohhh," you managed, rocking forward onto Jaehyun's shaft again. "Feels soooo good."

"Mmmmm, that's what I like to hear," he purred. "Kitten, are you gonna come for us?"

Your words were trapped in your throat. Everywhere Jaehyun's hands touched felt hotter, and every thrust pushed you a bit more towards the precipice of oblivion. With Johnny's encouragement, your hips started rolling faster. Jaehyun grasped onto your sides and slowed his movements. You let out a desperate, frustrated moan around Johnny's thick cock.

"Fuck, kitten," Johnny grunted through gritted teeth, hips jerking up into the motion you've started. "Swallow my cum." His release tasted salty against your tongue as his warmth spurted deep into the back of your throat and trickled down, pooling onto your tongue and gathering at your bottom lip. You swallowed several times, taking everything he gave you, enjoying the taste and feel of his essence flooding into your belly and then savoring the lingering bitter flavor lingering in your mouth and nose. Johnny slid his cock from between your lips and knelt to capture your mouth with his. He gripped the back of your neck roughly while devouring every inch of your lips. "Mmmm, such a good little slut for daddy," he mumbled, sending waves of tingles straight to your aching cunt.

"Holy shit," Jaehyun panted, rolling his hips a few more times before he slumped forward against your body, burying his face against your back. "Fuck, you feel too good."

"Yeah, she does," Johnny agreed. "Come on, Jae. Make her cum. Make my fiancee cum." He teased a finger at your swollen nub, circling with the faintest amount of pressure as he whispered a sweet praise into your ear. "Your pussy looks fucking divine stretched around Jae's dick." You could feel your pussy throbbing uncontrollably in response. His fingers found the small hole that had been neglected until now, and you gasped aloud when he dipped them into you, scissoring them while Jaehyun's cock kept thrusting in and out of your pussy.

His voice low, Jaehyun let out a shuddering cry of relief, "Fuck, princess, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

He grunted once before releasing inside you, filling you as Johnny caught you as your body goes limp, overwhelmed, and trembling from the force of your climax. Jaehyun was still for a moment, catching his breath, before he pulled himself out. Johnny lifted your form onto his lap and kissed you deeply, drawing moans from your mouth.

You felt him prod your entrance as his tip kept pressing forward, entering, invading, filling up until his entire length was buried deep within you, stretching you deliciously.

"Oh fuck," he hissed, "still so tight after Jaehyun had his fun with you."

Johnny held your torso against his chest. You wriggle desperately against him as his cock drives even further into you. "Please," you whined desperately. "Please," you repeated. "Need more."

"That's it," Johnny spoke seductively. "Let me fuck your brains out, kitten. Beg me to pound your little slutty hole." His balls slapped rhythmically against your slick skin, and it was too much. But it also wasn’t enough. "Do you want Jae to fuck your pretty little ass, kitten?" Johnny prompted huskily, running a soothing hand down the back of your thigh. "Is that what you need?" He rocked his hips slowly but steadily, increasing the intensity with each thrust. "Need both our cocks stuffing your holes?"

You nod feverishly, trying in vain to swallow a whine. Your skin was prickly with sweat, and your pussy was absolutely dripping,  when he pulled out and set you on your knees. Jaehyun wasted no time kneeling behind you and lining his thick cock with your tight hole before thrusting inside slowly.

"Damn," Johnny groaned approvingly, smearing the head of his dick over your lower lips. "Your ass just swallowed him like it was made to be used like that." You moaned helplessly, the filthy noises muffled as he bit into Johnny's shoulder. "Tell me how he feels inside your ass," he coaxed.

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Feels full."

Johnny gave a light tug on your hair. "Yeah? Do you like having his dick shoved up your ass?"

A rush of heat rushed through your veins when you mumbled, "Yes."

"Tell Jaehyun how his dick feels in your ass, kitten. Talk dirty to him."

"I love the way your cock fills me, Jae," you sobbed. "Love the way your huge cock stretches my ass. And I love being fucked like this by you and Johnny."

"Good girl," Johnny praised as he and Jaehyun thrusted in sync. The sensations were indescribable, the two dicks spearing your pussy and asshole simultaneously, pounding deeper and harder. Both of them alternated their paces, one pulling out, the other plunging in.

"So gorgeous," you heard Jaehyun gasp hoarsely from behind. He was breathing raggedly into your ear, hands clamped tightly around your breasts, kneading as he plowed harder. "So fucking gorgeous."

"Such a good little slut for her daddies," Johnny agreed, nipping at the tip of your earlobe while continuing to relentlessly thrust. "Are Jaehyun and I, your daddies, kitten? Are we?"

Your arms felt like jelly, and all you could do was lean limply into Johnny, barely able to manage a coherent response. The only sounds that leftyour mouth were whimpers and gasps and sobs and whines of pleasure. "Fuck," Johnny hissed between clenched teeth, quickening his pace. "Say that you are, baby girl. Say it, or Daddy won't let you cum."

"Yes. Yes, daddies, please, please make me cum," you babbled, unable to resist. You writhed helplessly against his chest, forcing the last ounce of your energy into the act.

You could sense both men growing more restless behind you, and the desperation in their movements increased rapidly as they pounded their cocks frantically into you. "Gonna fill you full of cum," Johnny warned with a rasp, nipping the back of your ear sharply. "Gonna make you scream."

Jaehyun groans loudly in your ear, sucking your flesh into his mouth before letting go of it. He could feel him tightening within, his cock spasming before filling your ass with streams of semen as he slumped on the top of your body.

Johnny groaned as well, pushing in deep. With a shudder, you felt hot cum coating every inch inside, leaking out, flowing into your womb, filling you, gushing and gushing. His thick, muscled thighs twitched repeatedly while spurts continued filling up inside. Jaehyun pulled out his limp, spent cock, collapsing on the mattress below. Your hips spasmed against Johnny's crotch as he gripped you tightly, bucking several more times.

"Damn, look at the mess, baby," he gasped out, stroking your belly slowly. "Look at my messy little kitten." A stringy mixture of their seed spills down, trickling over your trembling thighs, as both cocks ease out and eventually slip free of your body.

Johnny hands a towel to Jaehyun so that you both can clean up quickly. "Fucking hell, our baby really takes us both like a champ," Johnny laughed quietly. He smiles at the younger guy beside him. "I'm glad you agreed to this, Jae."

The younger male returned the smile before crawling on the bed next to you and laying there exhausted. He ran a lazy finger down your arm. "She looks very pleased."

You nodded with heavy lidded eyes. "I am. Very pleased."

"Rest, pretty thing. We will take care of you, don't worry," Johnny said gently, laying down beside you and tucking some strands of hair behind your ear. You inhaled sharply at his sudden closeness and soft touch. Jaehyun stretched out on the other side, curling into you. They took turns placing tiny pecks on the small expanse of your back and shoulders before drifting to sleep themselves.

The next few months were spent exploring and venturing deeper into your relationships. First, it started off as taking turns, one week it was Jaehyun and one week it was Johnny. But as the days and nights started dragging, you eventually suggested having both of them. And that was how your time was usually spent. You couldn't bring yourself to decide on who you spent more time with as you'd find yourself missing the other person terribly.

It was the perfect dynamic; you needed both men, craving each of them constantly, equally, and with the same level of passion. Each of your partners brought something different and special, providing unique opportunities for adventure and excitement in different ways, and the best part was that it was always enjoyable for all parties.

You were sitting at your desk when you felt the rush of bile rising in the back of your throat and immediately dashed towards the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl. A knock resounded from the door.

"Boss?" Jisung called out in a muffled voice, "Are you alright?"

You wiped your mouth with some paper tissue, flushing the toilet and making sure everything in the bathroom was as pristine as usual before opening the door and walking out to the young man. "Sorry, just a stomach upset," you smiled, even if you were a little dizzy.

Jisung gave a subtle frown. "Okay..." he responded in uncertainty and handed you an orange-tinted folder, "Taeyong-hyung wanted me to pass you this. They're drama and movie considerations for Ms. Dream's next project."

You took the file and tucked it under your arm. You felt sick, light headed, but you kept pushing past. "Thank you, Jisung."

"Do you want me to make an appointment with the doctor?" He suggested worriedly, noticing how pale your skin tone was. "You probably ate something bad, a tummy bug perhaps..."

You shook your head no, rubbing your belly for a second before going straight back to your desk. You had no clue about what it could have been. It could have just been something simple and nothing that could be of worry.

However, after a week of nausea and vomiting, you decided to take matters into your own hands and booked a doctor's appointment after work. You wanted to check it out. As expected, you arrived earlier than necessary and were guided to one of the examination rooms and left alone. It was ten minutes later when a female physician walked in the room and shut the door after her. "Good afternoon, Y/N."

"Good afternoon Dr. Kang," you smiled, albeit tiredly.

"How are you today?" she asked with genuine interest. Dr. Kang had been your physician for as long as you could remember, and you trusted her completely with your health issues. She was one of the few doctors that took care of you when you had your accident ten years ago.

You tilted your head for a moment, thinking of your answer before telling the truth. "Well, to be honest, I don't really know what the cause of this is," you replied, voice nervous as you began telling her the events of what occurred last week and the weeks leading up to it.

"Have you been sexually active? Any sexual contact in the past four or five weeks?" She questioned with a serious tone.

You were unsure whether you should answer honestly or not, but she was a physician after all. What happened inside a professional practice would remain between her and her patient and vice versa.

"Yes," you nodded and replied meekly. Your hands unconsciously rubbed your belly. "With two men."

Dr. Kang smiled gently at your answer, unfazed by the revelation. "Oh?" she inquired gently. "I suppose I can rule out other illnesses..." her voice trailed off thoughtfully. "Well then, shall we check you out?" She gestured towards the chair nearby.

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling nervous and wary about getting examined so suddenly, but Dr. Kang noticed this immediately, and, in her typically soft, caring tone, tried to reassure you. "Don't worry," she chuckled warmly. "I promise this isn't anything bad. I just need a urine and blood sample, and we'll know soon what's causing these symptoms." She paused, her eyes traveling briefly over your figure. "Did the symptoms start before or after you slept with both of them?"

"After," you responded instantly, looking at her curiously, still curious and unsure at the same time.

"And how long has it been since you've been sleeping with either man?" She asked carefully.

"A few months," you mumbled. "About four, I think?"

"That would explain it, then," she replied nonchalantly, making note of something on her chart. When she spoke again, the words came out rushed, almost excited. "Have you taken any pregnancy tests recently, Y/N?"

"Why would I?" you asked. "Dr. Kang, you were the one who told me I could never have a child after the accident and due to complications."

"Yes, I did," she was speaking slower now, drawing out every syllable, clearly hoping for the reality to settle in for you. "But what I'm wondering, Y/N, is whether it is possible that somehow, the accident didn't rob you forever, and that by some chance, there might still be a tiny possibility that you could have children."

You look down at the palm of your hands, mulling over her words and trying to contemplate her hypothesis.

Dr. Kang seemed to sense the unease in you and gently continued. "Do you want to run some tests, Y/N?" She leaned forward, her posture giving you a firm but friendly appearance. 

"Yes, please," you whispered, swallowing down the lump forming in your throat. "Whatever the tests are, please perform them."

After an hour or so of running the appropriate blood tests and taking samples of urine for the laboratory tests, Dr. Kang came back with news: you were indeed, with a very strong chance of certainty, pregnant.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it quickly after finding yourself unable to find the right words for such a thing. Your fingers started fidgeting unconsciously with the sleeve of your sweater, rubbing it up and down anxiously as the reality settled within you and your mind.

You didn't think it was possible anymore, having given up all hope for motherhood after the accident and the complications that followed.

"Congratulations," she said warmly, giving a sincere smile. "You are going to be a mother, Y/N."

You were so lost in your thoughts, her statement falling on deaf ears. The shock hadn't quite set in yet, and a variety of emotions and questions raced through your head. However, a huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, since you no longer needed to ponder about what could have been, whether or not you could have children. For whatever reason, you were still able to conceive a child after all this time. You found the courage and strength in the universe to carry a new life, grow life in you.

"Will it be... a healthy pregnancy? No issues from the accident?" You asked timidly.

"There may still be some problems here and there throughout this pregnancy and possibly after. We're going to monitor your vitals regularly during your first few months, to make sure both you and the baby are staying healthy and safe," she continued carefully. "Make sure not to get stressed, be mindful and considerate of your needs and exercise regularly. No raw meat, no sushi, and no alcohol. Understood?"

"I understand," you agreed firmly and exhaled deeply.

"And if you must have sex, wear a condom, and no rough sex," Dr. Kang added a gentle reminder, waving her pen around in a chastising manner before marking things down on her paper. "Though from the looks of it, I am sure your partners will not be reckless nor risky towards their future offspring."

You gave Dr. Kang a grateful nod as the woman led you out of the medical room. She bade you farewell before returning to her other patients, and the day went on, completely unchanged for anyone else in the building, though for you, the world looked far brighter.

"Can I tell you two something?" you asked one night as you lay between two gorgeous men, who looked at you with fond gazes and curiosity.

Johnny smiled gently, lifting himself up slightly to look down at you, and Jaehyun paused, hand slipping down to rub the dip at the base of your spine.

"We're listening," Johnny replied tenderly as he stroked the side of your face.

"Well," your lip curled up slowly, "you guys are going to have to handle me more delicately."

The men stared at you, a little perplexed, as you grabbed their hands and placed them on the lower half of your belly. Their expressions turned to surprise and confusion at once, which was kind of amusing.

"Care to explain, princess?" Jaehyun arched his eyebrow.

"Yes, sweetheart, please, because we are really dumb right now," Johnny chuckled nervously.

"I'm pregnant," the words were surprisingly easy to say, despite all of the trouble that had gone into finding out the truth about the mystery symptoms. It was like lifting weights off your shoulders, relief washing over your heart. The confession made your throat dry, but the words also poured out so easily and swiftly from your mouth, as though they had just been waiting there, patiently and steadily, the whole entire time.

The silence that greeted your words was deafening. Neither Johnny nor Jaehyun spoke as their minds tried desperately to wrap around this. And then, Johnny took a deep breath. "Oh."

"Really, Johnny," you laughed heartily, placing a hand against his chest, patting him in a reassuring manner, "Oh?"

Johnny closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly. "Holy fuck," he breathed out. "After all this time; when we both thought you couldn't..."

"I know," you patted his cheek. "I'm surprised too." You shifted slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto his mouth. "Surprised and happy," you continued in a low, husky whisper as you turned your face and repeated the same gesture on Jaehyun. His fingers slowly dug into the flesh of your hips, and his chest shuddered beneath the warmth of your own. "I don't know which one of you is responsible," you admitted quietly, voice becoming softer, more meek. "But the only thing I know now is that I'll be carrying our child."

"Jesus," Johnny murmured. He shut his eyes tightly. "We're going to have a baby." He sounded overwhelmed. He sounded relieved, astonished, and amazed. You smiled against the top of his mouth. "I can't believe it." His eyelashes tickled the bridge of your nose.

Jaehyun stayed quiet for a long while, causing you some concern as his warm embrace held you tighter and his lips touched the spot between your ear and temple, pulling you deeper into the hug. You pulled away, slightly frowning. "Jae, are you ok?"

He stayed silent for another moment, not saying anything before his mouth cracked, and his face lit up as a dazzling smile broke out over his features. His eyes were full of happiness, dancing brightly. "Of course," he said softly, sounding proud and breathless, "how could I not be when the woman I love is pregnant? I know you've struggled with infertility for a long time, yet you were still granted a miracle."

"Will you both be mad if neither of you is the father?" you asked as you looked up at Johnny. "Will you still love and want to marry me if Jaehyun is the dad? And vice versa?"

"No, sweet girl, I'll always want you. Always," Johnny whispered, cupping the side of your face gently and kissing you lovingly. "Even if Jae is the one who fathered the baby, I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. To share our family with each other. I will raise Jaehyun's child as if he is my own," Johnny promised solemnly.

Jaehyun cupped your face with both of his large palms. "We are the luckiest men in this world, having someone like you love us both."

You giggled into his palm when you remembered Dr. Kang's final instructions for sex. "The doctor said you can't be too rough, and you have to wear condoms now."

"Fine, anything for our kitten," Johnny grinned brightly, capturing your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss. He felt euphoric, your baby, a small part of your combined efforts, your combined love, would grow into a complete little human being inside your body. 

An adorable mix of the three of you.

Months passed, and you were as big as a planet. You looked bigger than you anticipated; but then again, Dr. Kang did say you were having twins. Two babies growing inside your body simultaneously was quite an experience and took quite the toll on you, both mentally and physically. You didn't quite enjoy the extra weight, and the swollen ankles were annoying. On the bright side, your lovers couldn't get enough of pampering you, feeding, bathing, and even massaging you. Jaehyun especially would insist upon touching and rubbing your body as much as he could. He just adored rubbing his palms across your big stomach whenever he got the chance. Johnny also grew much more protective in your later trimester and fussed non stop.

You were at a checkup with both of your partners when Dr Kang confirmed that you were having a boy and a girl. To say all three of you were surprised would be an understatement, and the sudden surge of joy was immeasurable. After an hour of listening to the heartbeat of your children and another round of thorough questioning from both Jaehyun and Johnny, Dr. Kang smiled warmly.

"Do the three of you want to know the paternity now?" Dr. Kang asked.

"Is that possible?" you asked, your question laced with equal amounts of concern and surprise. You wondered if there were any machines to figure out such things.

She nodded once. "It's easy." Dr. Kang jotted notes down on her chart before getting up to prepare for another blood draw. When the doctor had finished administering it, she had drawn enough samples from both Johnny and Jaehyun and ran tests quickly for each of you, so it was not long before a full report had appeared in her hand. 

"Oh, this is a surprise," Dr. Kang muttered as she scanned the details with her eyes.

"A good one? A bad one?" Your heart thudded rapidly. This was the moment of truth for everyone.

"No," she looked up, grinning widely. "Very good one, I should say. Both men are fathers."

"Are you serious?" Johnny stuttered, shocked at the reveal. He swallowed hard. He wasn't expecting this result.

"Does that mean-"

Dr Kang cut Jaehyun off, "Yes," her smile broadened. "Both of you, biological fathers."

"How the..." Johnny's voice trailed off, not understanding the entire situation.

"Female bodies are incredibly mysterious when creating new life," Dr. Kang said as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's rare, but not impossible, for you to release two eggs in the process, rather than a single one as  is usually the case. And because you had sex with two men at the same time, which, by the way, is incredibly irresponsible of you given your delicate condition," Dr. Kang glanced briefly at each person individually before finishing her explanation, "both eggs were fertilized and are developing successfully. Congratulations." She chuckled before scribbling some last-minute notes onto the paperwork attached to the file.

"You both are going to be the best dads in the world," you turned and beamed brightly. "Now whose baby is whose, I want that to be a surprise."

"I bet the baby girl is mine," Johnny wiggled his eyebrows teasingly.

"Nah, the son will be yours," Jaehyun insisted strongly.

"Good god," you shook your head, Dr. Kang laughing at the banter.

"Thank you for giving me a family," Johnny whispered tenderly, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on top of your shoulder.

"Thank you," Jaehyun echoed on the other side of you. "I have never met anyone as beautiful, loving and amazing as you are. Our family wouldn't have existed if you hadn't allowed us the honor of sharing your life."

"Both of you are gonna make me cry," you huffed out with a smile. "I love both of you, equally. Forever and always," you murmured before kissing both Johnny's and Jaehyun's cheeks, tears brimming against the rims of your eyes as they looked at you with such unconditional, endless love and devotion. "Thank you for being my miracle workers."

[gloomwitchwrites]

Kitchen Quickies (1 of 4)

John Price x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, breeding kink, vaginal fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up irl), creampie, established relationship, married couple

Word Count: 948

A/N: part of the Imagines & What If series

So what that you already have two kids? John wants to make a third.

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The early morning sun filters through the kitchen window and illuminates the sink full of soapy water. Reaching in, you remove the drain plug. The water begins to recede, and you flip on the faucet, rinsing off the plug, clearing it of soap suds. Sighing, you place it on the edge of the sink near the window.

Without looking, you reach for a dish towel, glancing out the window as your two children play in the yard. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, but then it turns downward as your hands only find counter and not the towel.

Frowning, you turn to the left and immediately laugh.

“Give me that,” you chide, snatching the dish towel from John’s grip.

As you dry your hands, John steps into your space, his hands falling to your hips. “Good morning,” he croons, those large fingers of his curling around the bone to pull you flush against him.

“John,” you breathe, a little surprised. “The kids are outside.” Through his sweatpants, you feel the hard outline of him.

“Good,” he murmurs, his head dipping towards you.

When his lips touch yours, you smile against them, and then squeal as John twists you around to press you against the counter. John’s hand slides over your hip and beneath the oversized t-shirt. It’s one of his old shirts he always worked out in. You wear them all the time because they smell of him, and his scent brings you comfort when he’s away for work.

John’s fingers find the edge of your cotton underwear. He pulls them to the side, revealing you to him. His mouth presses against your throat at the same moment his fingers slide over your sex and begin to play with your clit.

Your hips jerk backward, as if trying to pull away from his teasing hand. But you only end up rubbing your ass against his cock. One of his fingers slides lower and circles your entrance.

“You’re fucking wet, love,” groans John against your throat.

“You do this to me. You know that, John.”

His grip on your hip intensifies. John is always insatiable when it comes to you. He releases your hip to push up on the shirt, pressing on your lower back, bending you forward slightly over the counter. The position is a little uncomfortable, and you have to shift onto your toes to match what John is asking for.

Then his hands are on your hips again, shifting them up to give him easier access.

“We’ve been talking about having another. I think we should start trying.”

“John—fuck,” you groan as the head of his cock starts to push in.

“Right. Fucking. Now,” groans John, lightly thrusting into you with each word. He rolls his hips, and another inch slides in. You both moan, and he turns his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

“Do you want that? You want me to breed you?” John’s presses his hand against your stomach and you whimper. “Hm? I need an answer, love.”

Rarely do you ever say no to John, and in this, you won’t ever say no. You love him. He is your oxygen and your anchor. You’ll give him everything he asks for without question.

“Fuck me, John. Please.” Your voice breaks on please. The groan that he makes goes straight to your pussy.

He slides in further until he bottoms out. He holds himself there for a moment with one hand between your legs to play with your clit while the other rests on your lower back. Against your throat, John’s lips mark a line from the curve of your shoulder to your jaw.

“Hold on to the counter,” he murmurs into your ear.

The moment your hands find the counter, John retreats, slowly sliding from your warmth before he thrusts forward again. Hips meet hips in rapid succession. His strength behind each thrust pushes you against the side of the counter, the edge scratching at the spot it makes contact with.

You might have some marks there afterward but you don’t care. John’s cock is too good, and his fingers swirls around your clit in perfectly slow movements that have you fluttering around him. He’s an expert with your body. He knows every sensitive spot, and every move to help you find your end before he does.

Every thrust of his hips is a desperate one, and it is so different from how his fingers play with your clit. They are opponents and yet effortlessly working in tandem until you squeeze around him, causing his hips to stutter and faulter.

John’s breathing is ragged when he speaks. “Fuck,” he moans. “Fuck.”

Another swirl of his finger sends you into a shiver, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep from crying out.

John thrusts a few more times, and then he’s holding you flush against him, his face buried against your throat. The rush of his release floods your womb, and he doesn’t pull away until he’s emptied himself. The moment his cock slips free, John presses his palm against your pussy, keeping his cum from leaking out of you.

“My beautiful wife,” he murmurs against your neck. You twist into him and wrap your arm around the back of neck, kissing him with all your love behind it.

“Think we made that third?” you tease.

John grins against your lips. “Not sure. We’ll have to do it again tonight after the kids have gone to bed. Maybe the next night too. And the next—”

You playful smack his arm and John adjusts your underwear back into place before lightly smacking your ass.

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[cellarspider]

Rambles in Star Wars History: The extreme shenanigans that changed an Empire

Bioware games can absolutely fascinate me, in part because of their worldbuilding, and in part because of where the worldbuilding ends. I mean, I did a whole long series of posts on the grammar of Qunlat and I have at least a dozen essays worth of material of exegetical analysis of religion in Dragon Age kicking around in my brain, which I keep threatening to actually manifest.

But since I'm here with my worldbuilding hat on, I'm going to ramble about Star Wars: The Old Republic, focusing on some of the sometimes-hilarious drama that's implied by the plot, and the implications for how these shenanigans remade a major galactic society in the process. Involved will be a man who faked his death to get out of going to meetings, a wine uncle who might become emperor, a living scowl with dangerous shoulders, and other assorted animals.

Expect a lot of bonus rambles in the image alt-texts, which is where I store commentary and jokes that I can't fit into the flow of the main post.

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Before I dig into the topic at hand, I have to set the scene for those who don't know the game, or have forgotten in the fourteen years since the game launched.

Spoilers in the post below for Act 1-3 of the Imperial Agent, Sith Warrior, and Inquisitor storylines, Act 1 of the Jedi Knight storyline, the post-Act 3 Battle of Ilum flashpoint, and for various expansions including Rise of the Emperor, Knights of the Fallen Empire, Onslaught, and Legacy of the Sith. Assume that all reference links to Wookieepedia contain major spoilers.

SWTOR is an MMO set 3600 years before the Skywalkers crashed through the ceiling tiles of the galaxy, though it's not to say anything was less chaotic back then, just different chaos.

(Pictured: Anakin Skywalker, circa 32 BBY-4 ABY)

In this time, the titular Old Republic is opposed by a Sith Empire, which is precisely as functional as one might expect. After a decades-long conflict that ended with a Sith victory but left both sides exhausted, a state of cold war began. The Jedi, their Grand Temple destroyed, left Republic space to settle on an ancestral world. The Republic, battered and reeling, tried to recover its stride through use of its superior size and resources, and producing a truly unhinged number of superweapons.

The Sith Empire, in some ways, tried to pretend everything was fine for quite a while. They had successfully forced the Republic into a favorable treaty to end the war. They'd gained territory, they had a lot of work to do there.

…But as things started to look more and more like war again, they were left with the uncomfortable realization that they had sorta kinda killed most of the Sith in the last war, and Imperial citizens in good standing weren't producing enough Force-sensitive kids fast enough to rebuild the losses. Might've had something to do with most of them being dead.

The Empire, of course, is an absolute clusterfuck of a society. Slaves toil to maintain its power. Children of a slave and a citizen will be citizens themselves—unless they're "aliens", a category that includes everyone that isn't a human or a Sith pureblood, the original Sith species.

Being a citizen isn't great either: The Force-blind face mandatory conscription into the military, and can never rise to the highest echelons of society. Above them, the Sith act as a semi-hereditary aristocracy of evil space-wizards that serve an immortal, eldritch Emperor, their living god who has also kiiiind of gone AWOL for reasons only a few of them understand. He's torn between doing his job or staring at a living paperweight, and the paperweight has been winning. He also recently got trapped by an evil hole in the ground, it's complicated.

With the Emperor incommunicado, the duties of the state fall to the Dark Council, a ruling body of up to twelve Dark Lords of the Sith. Each have their own sphere of governmental influence, which are, one can only assume, very dark as well.

Presumably, the Dark Council had something to do with the inevitable yet still surprising solution to their space wizard deficit: over a thousand years of laws were suddenly overturned. Slaves, aliens, and prisoners were not only permitted to become Sith, it was now mandatory that they report for induction into training programs if they possessed any hint of Force-sensitivity.

This is how one of the eight protagonists of the MMO gets their start: if you play the Sith Inquisitor plotline, you begin as a former slave who has survived basic training and made it to the Sith Academy, where your teacher dearly wants to kill you. Your first mission: survive school.

I'm sure this is very relatable to quite a lot of you.

Now that I've got my PhD with only a few gray hairs, I'm looking back at this premise and thinking: This would completely upend the social framework of the Empire. You'd have every established Sith Lord in the Empire scrambling to kill these threats to their power, or harness them against their enemies, or both.

This is actually canon, but canon never touches on the broader, systemic implications of what the new Sith would do, and who they were before—Sure, the overseers of the training programs seem to be doing their damnedest to kill and undermine the newbies while maintaining plausible deniability, but enough of them survive to reshape the Empire. We know that. You play as one of them.

How in the fuck did the Dark Council ever manage to get this policy implemented in the first place? Obviously they did somehow, but the specifics are never mentioned.

But the specifics have the possibility to be hilarious.

The Dark Council itself is composed of Sith who either killed their way to the top, or inherited their seat from their Sith master—who they probably murdered. Turnover on most Council seats is incredibly high. The Spheres of Ancient Knowledge, Technology, and Military Offense each have three different Councilors within a single year, for example.

This also means that whoever ends up in charge of a Sphere might be entirely unsuited for it. Who heads up the Sphere of Expansion and Diplomacy? The least diplomatic guy on the Council, naturally. He goes by Darth Ravage, which fits in well enough with the three different Darths whose names mean 'death' (Thanaton, Mortis, and Rictus). The player can even end up as Darth Nox--'Darth Night'. You get the title by killing one of the Darth Deaths.

So, which of these barely-domesticated evil goths probably voted to allow 'inferior' beings to become Sith, overturning a fundamental tenet of imperial sith philosophy? Probably not the guy in charge of Sith Philosophy! We never see him, but he seems to have been a traditionalist. On the other hand, Darth "Murder has no rules" Ravage might not be huge on tradition, so we can mark him down as a "maybe". But he doesn't seem to be an instigator for something like this.

But on the subject of instigators: Darth Jadus.

Darth Jadus is an experience. While many of the other Council members make it quite clear they're angry enough to chew on the furniture, Jadus unnerves all of them by being utterly calm and composed, as long as you don't count how intensely fervent and irrational he sounds when he starts talking about the Dark Side. He's unhinged in a distressingly hinged-seeming way.

Heading up the Sphere of Intelligence, Jadus is a noted iconoclast on the Dark Council, using his authority to open Imperial Intelligence positions to aliens. He chooses slaves and Force-blind citizens to be his advisors and agents, ignoring the traditional power structures of the Sith. He prefers his literal cult following of fanatical adherents instead, who see him as a visionary savior, a terrifying inevitability, or both.

This means he seems to have basically no interest in elevating other Sith. In fact, he hates the way the rest of them run the Empire. Making more of them might potentially be against his interests.

Or at least it would be, if he didn't have some long-running secret plans that he wants to keep the other Dark Council members from catching wind of. Advocating for slaves, aliens and convicts to become Sith would superficially fall in line with his philosophy, and just raising the idea in public could cause such social chaos that his true plans would benefit from it. Jadus is also the most genre-savvy sith in the entire game: he seems to almost be aware at points that he's neither the protagonist nor main antagonist, and thus his evil plans involve not messing with either of them. When he jostles up against the main plot and realizes he has no plausible means to derail it, he responds by leaving the plot entirely.

Given the tactical chaos and uncomfortably fourth wall-touching strategies Jadus makes use of, let's mark him down as a "yes".

But Jadus is an unpopular one on the Council. He's creepy. Sith HATE feeling creeped out. That's supposed to happen to other people, dammit, not them! And with his disinterest in politics and his deep interest in foisting his manifesto on everyone, he's not the most effective Dark Councilor.

He might be able to pull in a few—Darth Decimus, head of Military Strategy, seems to have been quite willing to exploit any advantage he might be able to squeeze out of a situation. Fun side note, his voice actor also played the First Order officer who was just so done with Hux at the beginning of The Last Jedi.

[Video Description: A compilation of Mark Lewis Jones as Captain Moden Canady from The Last Jedi, with the video quality partially encrunchified by YouTube. This includes all of his shots from the film, from arrival of the Seige Dreadnought Fulminatrix, to the extremely annoyed look he gives the fireball that kills him. Sound supervisor Matt Wood was apparently pretty sure "FIRE ON THE BASE!" was going to be used as an EDM drop, and I can confirm, I've heard it out in the wild.]

Who else have we got rattling around in this Council, who might have extremely ridiculous reasons to vote yes? Well, we have Darth Vengean, head of Military Offense, was all about the Offense. Who needs defense? That nerd Darth Marr? HA! No, Vengean wanted to restart the war with the Republic. More bodies for the war machine would probably be fine with him.

Speaking of that nerd Darth Marr, Darth Marr.

Apparently he designed this armor himself. Solid effort, my man.

Marr is in his sixties by the time the game happens. He's one of the longest-surviving Dark Councilors, and he sounds so tired of his coworkers in every scene he's in. Heading up the Defense of the Empire, Marr also is the de facto leader of the Dark Council, by dint of being the only adult in the room.

Much like Jadus, he distances himself from the backstabbery and rivalries among the Council members. Unlike Jadus, he 100% means it, and has been focused on not making the Empire explode. He eventually ends up as the unofficial leader of the Empire until he gets one-shotted so hard it makes his ghost chill out a bit. He keeps the spikes, though.

So, if there's anyone on the Council who might vote for this on purely practical grounds, and has the power to push others into agreeing with him, because so help him if they don't stop holding duels in the conference room he's going to turn this Empire around—

Nobody listens to him on that, by the way. Both the Sith main plots involve duels in the conference room.

In fact, one of those duels is egged on by our last suspect. Marr might be a contender for longest-running Dark Councilor, but there is another candidate: Darth Vowrawn, who seems to be having a much better time being on the Council than Marr. I suspect the only reason why he doesn't have a bucket of popcorn with him in the Council chambers is because somebody made a rule that he had to stop doing that.

Vowrawn is a surprisingly cheerful old bastard who seems to have turned his hobby into his job. He shows up 'fashionably late' to someone else's attempted coup, after lamenting he can't sell tickets to the clusterfuck that's about to commence. In the expansions to the game, he can outmaneuver and outlive all of the competition and end up becoming the Emperor, at the age of 87.

Vowrawn is also indifferent to against the Empire's policies--he supports the ascension of a Zabrak to the Dark Council, and takes one as an apprentice as well. Beyond that, Vowrawn would have to support this move, because he's instrumental in any large project like this, both politically and practically. While the others I've mentioned all have roles explicitly to do with the aggressive expansion or protection of the Empire, Vowrawn heads the Sphere of Production and Logistics. In essence, he's the one who can decide whether all these other bozos get to eat or not.

If Vowrawn didn't accept this change, then it would have failed. So, he's a definite "yes" by default.

Speaking of bastards who are still active well into their eighties, we have one last major figure who isn't on the Council that likely advocated for this: Darth Malgus.

[Video Description: The "Deceived" trailer, set ten years before the game. God, I love this thing. This was the first trailer I saw for the game, and it got me, it really did. The Sith are just as ridiculous as they should be, combined with choreography that feels a lot more crunchy than lightsaber combat had been before, with distinct combat styles for the two main fighters. It's quick, it's impactful, and it's got a memorable conclusion. Love it.]

Malgus is as anti-racist and anti-classist as Jadus is, but without the insane transcendental Dark Side philosophy. Instead, he has an insane philosophy of bettering the Empire through eternal war, which he believes everyone should have an equal ability to participate in. He is what would happen if a Warhammer 40k character had an inside voice.

[Video Description: The "Disorder" cinematic trailer, set before the Legacy of the Sith expansion. Malgus is 75 here. Man's held together by spite and screws and whatever nutrients you can absorb by being thrown through walls. He's fully given up on the Sith Order at this point and is trying to do his own thing, and he makes it look rad. The choreography has only gotten better, goddamn. Why did it take me three goddamn years to watch this. IT'S REALLY GOOD.]

Malgus is a big deal in the military, with a lot of support from both the Force-blind soldiers and earning the loyalty of a surprising cross-section of Sith. We know this, because he nearly hijacks the Empire at one point in the early expansions. He'd be into this idea, and he probably advocated for it. While he'd have the most direct interaction with the military-related Councilors we already have in the "yes" column, he also has a history of annoying the bejeezus out of other Sith on "his" turf, so who knows! He may have been more persuasive to the others we haven't dug into.

And we can't really dig into all of them at the depth we have with some. Despite how bogglingly huge SWTOR is and the two thousand four hundred and ninety-five named characters and "Additional Voices" credits in IMDb, we never meet some of the Dark Councilors. If you don't play all the eight main storylines, you won't see all of them in the game. I'll admit, I've never seen Darth Hadra, because I've never gotten that far in a Republic-aligned storyline! The Sith you encounter in their stories can often be more one-note, because they're purely there as antagonists rather than people you are legally required to hang out with, and thus have more opportunity to pester mercilessly.

[Video Description: A clip from my own Warrior run-through, featuring my big lad Rejalgar, his coolest friend Vette, and his boss, Darth Baras, who is presently having a screaming tantrum, which Rejalgar makes worse with the most delightfully straight-faced "Is there a problem here?". The Warrior plotline lets you play things sincerely evil, sincerely noble, or sincerely hilarious. Do you want to see Jedi bluescreen when a Sith just straight-up refuses to be violent? Do you want to sidestep a boss fight by offering a family a government pension, something your boss commends as being very devious and evil? Do you want to break up a fight between gangs by threatening to eat them? Come play the Sith Warrior storyline, and be the chaos you want to see in the galaxy!]

[Video Description, from a clip I uploaded to YT specifically for this post after I found out you can only upload one video per tumblr post wtf: A clip from my Inquisitor run-through, featuring my extremely shirtless lad, Sericus, playing coy and a little airheaded when called up by his Sith master, Darth Zash. Back in the day, Purebloods weren't supposed to be played as canon for this storyline, but there were tweaks later made to dialog that provided a canon explanation for how someone with visible Sith ancestry could end up in this situation. The storyline, however, unfortunately does not fully account for a character whose ideal job description is 'villain's beautiful and deceptively intelligent consort, the true power behind the throne'. It assumes you're playing a character who wants to go conquer and/or do mad wizard-science. Bonus points for eventually letting you marry your eight foot tall razor-faced cannibal thrall though, that's very fun.]

Why don't we see all of the Dark Council? Well, because they're ultimately not important to the story as a group. Events keep you locked tightly under the purview of just one or two of them on the Sith side of things, before the post-game and expansion plots launch you into the experience of being a major player in Imperial affairs, and Imperial affairs launch themselves at you in return.

Everyone realizes the Emperor wants to eat them. Then he dies, except he doesn't. Malgus takes over the Empire for a few weeks. Marr takes over, but half the Council is dead and the rest are still in orientation and are probably also dead, because their would-be successors assassinated them. The Emperor, only mildly inconvenienced by also being dead, eats a planet. Then things go completely off the deep end, and the Dark Council is no longer your concern at all.

It's economical storytelling to not belabor the rest of the Councilors, and playing through as an ex-slave Inquisitor, you continue to face enough challenges directly linked to your background that the resistance feels systemic, even if you don't actually see all that many others who are facing the same issues.

But I think there's a lot of potential for some really wild storytelling in there. Your character receives some level of basic training before they reach the Sith Academy, along with a whole batch of ex-slaves. What did that entail? How was it organized? What happens when folks from abolitionist movements start being trained as sith, gaining all the attendant legal authority over the life and death of others?

And what about the prisoners who were released for training? While one canon option is to play a character who was facing immediate execution for participation in violent anti-Imperial resistance, at least a fair chunk of Force-sensitive prisoners were probably serving longer sentences. What happens when prison gangs start gaining a foothold in the Sith Academy, where they're too dysfunctional to even form Mean Girl cliques? What happens when some of their members become full Sith? How many of them might have Hutt backing, or even funding from the Republic Secret Intelligence Service?

These are the sorts of things the Sith themselves are terrified of. This earns a very sarcastic thoughts and prayers to them, of course. Yet it truly is wild to think about the decision-making process that went into this massive societal shift that the game treats as simply a piece of inciting incident for two plotlines out of eight: Twelve unhinged people sat down in some extremely high-backed chairs one day and voted to give everyone equal access to lightning.

I love Star Wars, it's just the funniest shit imaginable sometimes.

[weasleysbliss]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 | 𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

pairing: ron weasley x fem!reader

summary: while spending the summer at the burrow, you and ron are forced to share a space. between playful bickering and quiet moments, you realize love might be closer than you thought.

word count: 2k

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At last, exams were over, school was done, and you couldn’t wait to start your summer break. But this summer wouldn’t be like the others.

Your parents were traveling abroad, leaving you home alone. However, they didn’t trust you to spend two months on your own, so they insisted you stay at one of your friends’ houses for the time being.

Ginny was kind enough to consider the idea and propose it to her mom. Thankfully, Molly Weasley was more than happy to take you in. She already had seven children of her own, so having her only daughter's friend stay for two months was no trouble.

A few hours before you moved in, your nerves started to settle. You were still processing the fact that you’d be spending two months with a group of people you barely knew—excluding the parents. Though you went to school together and were in the same house, you’d never really had the chance to befriend them—except for Ginny.

She helped you pack your belongings, and together, you both walked to the Burrow. On the way there, Ginny went over a few house rules, explained their usual routines, and warned you about Fred and George. The twins were known for their mischievous pranks, always causing trouble. Nonetheless, you felt ready for the next few months.

When you arrived at the doorstep, Ginny unlocked the front door with her wand, and you were greeted by Molly and Arthur. "Oh, Y/N dear, how wonderful to have you here!" Molly exclaimed, pulling you into a warm bear hug—a gesture you hadn’t received in a long time.

"Good to see you, Y/N!" Arthur greeted, extending his hand for a handshake, which you accepted. "Thank you so much for allowing me to stay, I really appreciate it." You said, while giving them a heartfelt smile. "Oh no worries dear, you're welcome here any time. We've heard so many great things about you from Ginny!" Molly cheered. You and Ginny locked eyes, sharing a sincere look of happiness.

As Arthur carried your bags to your new room, you saw four familiar faces coming down the stairs. "Y/N, I’m sure you already know who they are, but let me re-introduce you so you feel welcomed," Molly said, pointing to each boy in turn. "This is Percy, Fred, George, and Ron." "Bill and Charlie both moved out," she added, "which is why they aren’t here now."

All four boys offered you soft smiles, welcoming you for the summer. "Alright, boys, go on. Ron, stay," she ordered. Ron swallowed, assuming he’d done something wrong. Was he really going to get scolded in front of the new girl right now? But before he could worry too much, his mother’s next words cleared up the situation. "Ron, if you don’t mind, would you please help Y/N settle in? I left her belongings in your room; you’ll both share the space."

Ron’s eyes widened at the statement, and for a moment, yours did too. You had assumed you'd have your own room, and the idea of sharing one with someone you hadn’t spoken to yet left you feeling uneasy. It can't be that bad, you thought. You and Ron exchanged weak smiles when your names were mentioned.

At this point, Ginny went upstairs, and Molly and Arthur went to work in the garden, leaving you and Ron alone. An awkward silence hung in the air until he finally spoke. "Well... shall we start getting you settled?" he asked.

"Yep!" you replied, relieved that your journey here had officially begun.

Before leading you to your shared room, Ron briefly pointed out the main rooms in the house—such as the kitchen, bathroom, and other essential spaces. Finally, it was time to see the room, which you figured you’d be spending most of your time in anyway. As you both walked in, you took in the details.

The room was fairly small, with most of it scattered with spell books, Chudley Cannons posters, Quidditch gear, chess sets, and various family hand-me-downs. In the corner stood a bunk bed—the spot where the two of you would sleep. The room had a strong aura of warmth and coziness, a stark contrast to your own room, which had a sleek, modern vibe.

To your surprise, you actually liked his room. Despite the mess, it felt like home—though not your own home. This was a new home, one you would adapt to over time. "I know it's not much, but—" Ron started, but you cut him off. "No, I love it. This place is awesome. I reckon I’m going to like it here." You glanced around again, taking in every detail and piece of decoration. "Well, I’m glad you like it. I usually spend most of my time here anyway," Ron said. "Oh yeah? I would too, I might as well," you replied, making eye contact with him. "Y’know, you seem like you’d be a pretty decent roomie." His words made you blush slightly, but you quickly hid it. You were already beginning to appreciate his company.

A month had already gone by, and everything was going splendidly. You were familiar with the house now, knowing where every room was, and you had gotten along with everyone—especially your new roommate.

Every so often, Molly would ask you to help with the gardening, and Ron would join you. He’d also lend a hand with making dinner and setting the table. Though you and Ron didn’t talk much during school, moments like these made you wonder how your friendship might have turned out if you'd befriended him sooner.

Despite the good times, you and Ron still bickered quite often—but always in a playful way.

"Y/N! Did you take my shirt again?" Ron yelled from his bedroom. You could hear him clearly from the kitchen.

"No!" you shouted back, glancing down at the shirt you were wearing. It was, in fact, Ron’s. His shirts had a particular scent, one that charmed you. The smell was like warm vanilla, with a hint of ground cinnamon. It smelled so good, it was hard to resist.

It felt strange wearing your now-best friend and roommate’s shirt, but you couldn’t help being drawn to his scent.

"Then where the bloody hell is it?!" Ron continued yelling, now coming down the stairs and spotting you in his shirt.

For a moment, he didn’t even register that you were wearing it. Instead, it was your figure that caught his attention. The way your shorts and shirt accentuated your shape made him feel as though he were gazing at a divine being. Your hair, your face, your body—everything about you captivated him. Who knew you could look so good in his shirt?

"Merlin…" he thought, before snapping back to reality. "I knew you were lying! That’s my shirt!" he shrieked, charging towards you and playfully tackling you onto the couch. You couldn’t escape his embrace—his strong arms held you firmly in place, giving him full control over you.

You laughed as he whined, "Y/N, I’m not letting you go until you give me my shirt back." It was amusing to see him so desperate over a simple piece of clothing.

"Oh, piss off, Ron! And I noticed the way you looked at me when you first saw it. You bet it’s not coming off," you said, emphasizing the word bet.

"You’re not going anywhere then," he replied, still holding you close. You felt the back of your head hit his chest before responding, "That means you aren’t either."

You both chuckled and sat in silence for a few moments, processing the tension. Eventually, you both dozed off on the couch, still in the same position.

While you and Ron were sleeping, Fred and George noticed and exchanged a 'we’re never gonna let him forget about this' kind of grin. But this time, they decided to spare Ron the embarrassment and let him continue sleeping with you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

And just like that, summer was nearly over. In a week, you'd be back at Hogwarts—away from your new home and the one you'd nearly forgotten. The Burrow had given you a new sense of what 'home' truly felt like, and you loved it dearly.

The last thing you wanted was to be away from the Burrow, knowing it would leave you feeling empty. This summer made you realize just how lucky every one of Molly’s children was to have such loving parents, and despite the house not being fancy or immaculate, it truly felt like home. Everything about it was comforting.

Your mind was in a scramble, the thought of leaving clouding your thoughts. To blow off some stress, you decided to visit a spot you’d discovered during your first few weeks at the Burrow—a nearby pond. It was especially beautiful at night, with the stars in the sky and the moon reflecting its light on the water.

You sat down on the grass and let out a deep sigh until you heard footsteps behind you. Turning your head, you saw your red-headed roommate. "Not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked. "Not at all," you replied. Although you had hoped for a peaceful moment, you didn’t mind his presence.

The sound of crickets and night owls, along with the view of the moonlit pond, was breathtaking. You both sat in silence, taking in the beauty. It was rare for you and Ron to have a quiet moment like this; you were usually either bickering or laughing your heads off. But something about this moment felt magical. Unlike anything you had ever experienced with anyone.

You glanced over at Ron, trying not to make it obvious. You hadn’t realized how beautiful his features were—his perfectly upturned nose, soft orange locks of hair, and the way the moonlight reflected in his crystal blue eyes. He was just as breathtaking as the view you had been looking at moments ago.

Your eyes darted back to the pond, but made their way back to Ron as he said your name. "Y/N, it was really nice having you here at the Burrow this summer. I never really wanted a roommate, but you turned out to be the best one ever. Honestly, you made this whole experience so much better." Ron shyly spoke.

"You were a very good roommate too. I’m really gonna miss this. This place felt even better than my actual home; it’s so much more lively here. A-and frankly, I don’t know what it’ll be like without it," you said, your breath shaking. Hearing the tremor in your voice, Ron threw his arm around your shoulder and moved closer to you. You missed being this close to him. You missed his touch.

"You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me," he said. Your eyes widened—such a bold statement. Did he really enjoy your company that much? You glanced at him, still processing what he’d just said.

You didn’t know where to look. You couldn’t focus only on his eyes, not when you suddenly craved every part of his face—especially his lips.

You could see he was doing the same; his eyes shifted to your lips. Oh gosh, you couldn’t hold back any longer. You couldn’t go another second without tasting him.

As if he read your mind, Ron inched closer, closing the gap between you, until your lips finally met.

Your lips moved in sync, tasting each other’s mouths. This was what you’d been craving, and you finally had it.

His arm slid off your shoulder and landed on the grass, supporting his upper body. His other hand found its way behind your head, gently tugging at your hair, earning a small whine from you.

Still not breaking the kiss, you straddled onto his lap, one hand tangled in his hair while the other rested on his cheek. It’s safe to say you’d earned yourself a boyfriend for the upcoming year at Hogwarts.

This had been your best summer ever—summer at the Burrow.

[pathologicalreid]

fluff masterlist

main masterlist

note: italicized titles denote requests

spencer reid x fem!reader

clue: in which penelope hosts a new year's eve party. with a murder mystery theme.

doctor and doctor: in which you add a degree to your repertoire

newly creds: in which the BAU team wants to see your newly issued credentials

nicknames: in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

attention: in which you attempt to get your boyfriends attention

fluorescent: in which spencer rambles about rocks and you get distracted

drop: in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

occupational hazard: in which you and spencer have a discussion about the dangers of his job.

in sickness and in health: minutes before your wedding is supposed to start, spencer gets cold feet, and you have to find out why.

cryptic: you and spencer get a surprise beyond your wildest dreams

breakfast in bed: your boyfriend surprises you with breakfast in bed to celebrate spring break

in plain sight: your quick thinking (in an attempt to protect him) leads to a very thankful spencer

puzzling: trying to tell spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

red flags: spencer protects you from a drunkard

(lack of) convenience: the power of suggestion leads you to take a pregnancy test while you're on a case - and it's positive

three's a family: you and spencer are surprised to find out that you're pregnant, while you're already in labor (yes, this is a second cryptic pregnancy fic)

pure and applied chemistry: your boyfriend picks you up as a surprise at your chemistry lab (biochemist!reader)

separation anxiety: spencer's first case back from paternity leave involves children, so a concerned party reaches out to you

orange juice: you and spencer have an announcement to make, but you're not sure how to go about it

a special occasion: moving your daughter into a toddler bed brings about some interesting conversation

kindergarten crush: when one of your students goes missing, the BAU sends the A-team to question you

goads and goats: telling your dad (who's also your boss) you're pregnant ends in him giving spencer a hard time

a league of your own: when your boyfriend seemingly evolves, you resign yourself to the feeling of being left behind

fishbowl: you offer to bring spencer lunch when he forgets his at home, leading you to become an object of curiosity at the BAU.

dewey decimal system: in which spencer does the most spencer activity first thing in the morning - reorganizing your bookshelves

amorphous: your first ultrasound goes exactly how you'd expected it to, but not exactly how you'd wanted it to

sweet talker: in which french!reader gets caught using a special nickname for a particular genius

litmus test: in which Spencer needs your expertise to help solve a murder, but crime fighting is most decidedly not for you

blue ribbon: in which you and Spencer dedicate yourselves to helping your daughter with the best baking soda volcano the science fair has ever seen

first snow: in which you and Spencer experience the first snow in your new apartment together

xoxo: in which your daughter goes to the BAU to hand out her extra Valentines

christmas (baby please come home): in which Spencer isn't home to put his kids to bed on Christmas Eve, but they wake up to a surprise on Christmas morning

milk and cookies: in which you and Spencer try to bake gingerbread cookies with your daughter, the operative word being "try"

i'll be home for christmas: in which you, Spencer, and your toddler prepare for what will hopefully be your first Christmas together as a family

and it feels like home: in which Spencer confesses his love to you at the oddest of places - your sister's wedding

card trick: in which you broach a subject with Spencer that you're sure will be a dealbreaker - you don't want kids

safe space: in which Jack Hotchner comes to your classroom after spotting Mr. Scratch on school grounds

green-eyed monster: in which Spencer comforts your oldest daughter when she's jealous of the new addition to the family

hazardous materials: in which Spencer takes care of you after an accident in the lab

falling flat: in which you call Spencer for help with a flat tire, and he comes to help with you car troubles - and then some

shelter from the storm: in which your son comes to your room in the middle of the night seeking the safety of his father's arms.

twenty questions: in which Spencer has all of the answers for stoned!reader's questions

broken wing: in which your daughter is convinced a fractured wrist means the end of her ballet career, you and Spencer have to convince her otherwise

spencer reid x gn!reader:

heatmiser: spencer takes care of you when he comes home to find you sick

running on empty: spencer makes a bet to go without coffee and ends up foregoing all caffeine

spencer reid x platonic!fem!BAU!reader

neophyte (2): in which dr. reid gives advice to help you cope with the requirements of your new job

[blackwoodwinter]

Monstober/ Kinktoner Day 3 Naga

Naga god paying a visit to his only human follower, a pretty little human priestess and pumps her full with his cocks.

TW: Blashpemy is you squint, porn with very little plot, vaginal sex reader receiving, double penetration, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, priestess x naga God, worship of God during sex, biting

Working in a temple as its priestess had its benefits. Its own orchid to harvest and offerings for the gods. Cleaning the temple, burning the incense, listening theo the pleas and complaints of the villagers and praying to the gods as their envoys took up most of your duties. Overall it was an easy lifestyle for the lucky priest and priestess chosen to work in the temple. Most days your main focus was maintaining all the marble statues glistening and clean. An array of statues evenly spaced out in a circular space of the temple with a large sacred fire burning at the center. Each altar sparkled with candles, fruits, perfumes,and gifts related to the god that ruled over each domain.

The wild goddess Orchid that held domain over all of nature and wildlife. Blessing the land and its people with fruit and children.The unpredictable storm god Onyx that brought the rain, storms and winds. Or the promiscuous rabbit god Rosier who ruled the farms and orchards blessing the land with his fruits and hundreds of children. 

Many other statues to different gods filled the temple but one statue in particular caught your eye. Tucked away in the back of the temple the satire of the Naga god Nekan remains neglected, his temple and satire collecting dust with no offerings or incense. Nekan was the god of medicine, cunning, and sorrow and noble sacrifice. All his myths ended in tragedy for him, his lovers and followers  resulting in the villagers, priest and priestess avoiding him all together due to superstition that any follower of would be followed by misfortune. 

Still you began to clean his stature, polishing the marble until it gleamed, lighting incense to his name, placing bottles of perfume and fresh fruit for him daily. Fellow priestess warning you saying you would fall to some tragedy or that you wasted your time on a nearly forgotten god. 

Ignoring them, you persisted in your work finding a new satisfaction working and tending to Nakan temple. At first it brought you solace and pride being his only devout priestess, until it brought you a gift and later exquisite delight. First it was a bouquet’s of medicinal herbs and flowers left at your doorstep, window and bed. Then it is small medicinal jars and bottles with inscriptions in gold ink praising your work and thanking you for your devotion. Later it was the jewelry, cut gems in the shape of a snake head. Arm bagels cut to look like scaled snakes around your arms, necklace of metal and gem snakes wrapping around your throat. Soon your home was spilling with gifts, and you appreciated accepting them and cherishing each one. Soon your robes were glittering with metal serpents as your new found status of Naken only priestess brought you recognition. 

Congratulations flew as everyone was stunned at how your God spoiled you. It was coming from the gods to show their approval of devout priests and priestesses by gifting them things or on special and rare occasions visiting them in person.  And as murmurs from other priests said on rare occasions the gods would take their favorite humans to bed. Your gifts continue to pour in along with a new and final gift: the appearances of venomous beautiful snakes would appear in your house, in your garden, in your temple altar. Despite all that they remained as harmless as a kitten might be wrapping their iridescent bodies around your arms and legs, it was seldom seeing you without a snake wrapped nuzzling against you.

One priestess of Onyx, a friend of yours, joked that if you continued to serve the god he might gift himself to you. Rolling your eyes, you played off her banter, giggling at the idea of Naken enamored by you blushing at the thought of being his favorite. 

He loved to spoil you with gifts, so it would be long until he paid you a personal visit right? Faced flushed, you imagined meeting Naken in his temple or even in your bed, quickly thoughts of devotion turned to thoughts of desire. Perhaps he would take you to his bed and like the rumors told, perhaps he'd bury his cock in you and bless you with his seed. Catching your thoughts you shook your head in embarrassment and laughed with your friend at the sheer thought of it. Deciding to not keep thinking on the subject you immersed yourself with temple duties until night fell and it was just you left.

Realizing the time, you realized how lost in work you had become until you peeked outside and saw the darkness outside, stars and moon twinkling in the night sky. Pacing back into the temple you considerethe walk alone at night, but decided against it and chose to spend the night at the temple instead. There were small cots with beds for the occasional overnight stays or ceremonies that were left alone most of the year. Gathering your things you're headed to the temple beds but paused before the statue of Naken to say goodnight. Gazing at his statue you couldn't  help but to admire his stone features, the elegance of his lithe form, sharp serpent eyes, sculpted jaws and cheekbones that lead your eyes down to soft lips with peaking long sharp fangs.  His face was mostly humans as was his torso and arms but beneath his waist was the long tick coils of a snake. Even as a statue he was breathtakingly handsome. Blushing you imagine being visited by him, held by his arms, or coiled tightly in his tail. If you kissed him would his fangs scrape your lips, how would his forked tongue feel like, would his scales feel warm or cool paint your skin? Remembering your place you blushed ashamed at how you thought of the god you were meant to serve, to respect. Buzzing with conflicting thoughts instead you climb the altar steps, standing on your toes and leaning in to barely reach the stone lips of your god. Turning away red and flushed you scurried down the steps and quickly went away to hide in the bed of the temple and fell into a restless sleep. 

Tossing and turning you awoke to the sound and sensation of dozens of snakes slithering over your bed out the door into the main temple area. Puzzled, you watched them slither away, as if hypnotized you rose from bed and followed them to the center of the temple, the main fire lighting the surrounding stone columns and altars in warm orange glow in the darkness. They slithered in the direction of the statue pantheon. Eyes widening in realization could they be leading you to Naken? Was it an omen? Could he had listened to you thoughts and come down to see you? Not waiting for an answer from you followed  the snakes in the darkness they disappeared behind the statue of Naken, even more confused. Your eyes swept the empty temple until you saw the figure of a man looming in front of you from the  shadows. Gasping you stepped back afraid, as if sensing your fear he moved forward into the light of the fire illuminating his face. Bronze skin with rich deep blue scales speckled with glittering gold stood Naken. 

Stooping lower he hunched down to meet you at eye level, his tail coiling around you forming a circle around you. Lithe muscle moved under his scales in rippling succession as he wrapped himself closer to you. Looking up at him gleaming fangs peaked from under his lips enticing you to lean in closer. 

Senses returning to you only mere inches from him the realization finally crashed into you. ‘Naken! It was Naken and he was here in front of you!’. Stunned you dropped to your knees in reverence.

“My lord Naken forgives me I did not recognize, nor did I expect you to b;ess me with your presence. Please forgive my insolence.”

Chuckling he reached out lifting your face  with hand covered in blue scales. 

“There's nothing to forgive for I am truly the fortunate god to have such a beautiful and devout priestess all to me”His voice was slow and deep, speaking as if whispering. Listing your eyes were glued to his face and lips, a forked tongue flicking when he spoke. 

“ I wanted to reward my most devout follower,” Grazing his thumb over your lower lips you felt your lips part and face get warm leaning into his touch. “It's been ages since I heard someone sweetly pray to my name, or give me the sweetest of flowers and fruits. If it had not been for you I would have remained neglected and forgotten amongst my godly brethren.” Pulling you gently to stand he held your hands in his. “Tell me my most beloved priestess what gift can I offer you for your service to me”

“You.” The words slipped from your mouth before you could register what you had said. Shocked at your own boldness you smacked a hand over your mouth cursing your own recklessness. Naken’s eyes widen in surprise and amusement, a grin playing over his lips watching you fuss embarrassed. 

“Me? Well if it's you asking my beloved priestess then how can I say no.” Stunned, you looked back at Naken, ‘He had agreed, for me?’.  Stupefied in place you return to reality when you felt Naken swoop down and kiss you passionately on the lips. Naken long serpentine bodies coiling around your body in a strong embrace. Cool diamond scales bushing against the fabric of your tunic. 

Wrapping your arms around him, you felt him dip his head down, his forked tongue slithering out flickering to taste your lips before claiming you in a hungry kiss. A deep rumble came from his chest in satisfaction as he moaned into your lips. Lips parting you kissed him back, smiling against his lips as his fangs grazed softly against your lips and tongue.

Naken kissed you with demanding and searing passion, his forked tongue slithering deep into your mouth to taste every inch of you. His large hands boldly caress your sides and hips over the thin fabric of your tunic. Moaning at his touch his hands were cool against the fever under your skin. Pulling away from you lips Naken dipped his head back down trailing his mouth along your jaw down the length of your throat, fangs tickling your skin as he did leaving a trail of goosebumps, small bites and heated kisses. 

Removing a hand from his neck you grabbed his and guided it to the straps of your tunic. Instinctively he began to pull at them letting them fall loose on your back. The thin fabric of the tunic falling down your shoulder exposing your bare shoulder and breast. Chills running over your body you shuddered against him, as his hand glided up your sides, his thumb brushing over the soft underside of your breast. 

Licking the side of his face you trailed wet kisses along his jaw hungry with desire. Breathing hard against him your chest rose and fell pressed against him. Soft breast grazing his chest, slithering his tail under you he brought it up between your legs, spreading your legs wide to straddle the thickest part of his tail under you, wrapping a coil around your waist keeping you in place. 

As if bewitched by you, his gaze followed your parted lips moist lips. Leaning in he nipped gently at your bottom lip, his poison dripping into your mouth, A thick honey like substance heating your mouth and throat as you swallowed. Palming your breast he lifted his thumb to play and roll over your nipple, hardening them with arousal. Rubbing his thumb over your nipple he  pulled away to look at the perky nub of flesh under him. Without breaking eye contact he leaned down, mouth open and wet to take your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Hand resting on his shoulder you mewled as he rolled his forked tongue over your nipple. Sucking hard he opened his mouth to fit your breast, sucking lewdly. 

Arching back against his tail, your legs pushed aimlessly, forced apart by the girth of his tail. Moaning as his tongue flicked your nipple you leaned back and grind your pussy against his tail. His scales were rough and ribbed, a strange but pleasuring sensation rubbing against your pussy each time you grind your hips. Following your movement he began to rock against you, quickly his scales were covered with the slick of your arousal, as his mouth remained locked on your chest. 

Popping his mouth from your breast, you nipple was left wet under the cool night air.

“Do you like that my beloved?” He asked in a husky tone, his tail moving in a fasting pace, ribbed scales sweetly rubbing the sensitive nub of your clitoris with each thrust. “Do you like that? Or would you prefer me to be different?”

Gasping you held onto his shoulders, your hips quicken their paces, hips snapping back and forth against the growing bulge in his scales. 

“No, it feels good like this my lord” Throwing your head back, your breath labored as each push against his scales made you pussy gush down,  completely coating the bulge underneath you. Hissing gently beneath you Naken gripped your hips pulling you down with each grind forcing you city to drag helpless against each rigid scale. Each jolt makes your toes curl with an incoming orgasm. Panting against him you squeaked in surprise feeling his hand slide down to your drench pussy rubbing perfect circles over you clit. Desperate you pushed against his hand.

“Please my lord, please you feel you good i want to cum.” Grinning he softly pinched your clit rolling it back and forth from his index with relentless speeds. Moaning in ecstasy, your body shook as the hot waves of ecstasy sent your body shuddering with a frenzy of delight.

Chuckling against your neck Naken “Anything for you my beloved priestess” Relaxing into a painting slump, Naken wrapped himself around you laying down on his coiled up tail. Dipping down he laid you down pulling away at the rest of your fallen tunic until you laid glistening with sweat on top of his tail. Shyly you brough your knees up in a futile effort to cover yourself under his burning gaze. Flicking his tongue he placed a hand on each of your knees before frying them open revealing a glistening cunt with a swollen clit like a pearl in the low light.

The rumbling from his chest returned as he moaned, taking in the sight of you, wet and naked on top of his tail.

“Oh my, aren't you just a vision of ecstasy.” Dipping his head down between your legs he nuzzled his nose, suckling on the soft skin between your thighs groaning as he licked the trails of slick running up to your cunt. Flicking his tongue against your pussy lips, he looked up between your thighs “You would do me an honor, to let me feast upon suck soft lips and drink from your nectars.” Flicking his tongue again, Naken nuzzled his nose against your clit. 

“Please my lord,” You begged and before you could finish he plunged his face between your legs, mouth screeching to suck on your entire pussy as his forked tongue slithered up and down the entrance teasing it  with small thrust. Pushing your cunt against him you dug your hand into his hair pushing his down squishing his nose against the wet lips of your cunt. Kissing wide sloppy kisses his mouth found you clit suckking harshly popping my mouth on and off again blowing small puffs of air onto your clit leaving your legs shivering, your stomach spasm with new euphoric waves of pleasure as he lapped up the juices of your cunt. Sloppily he thrust his tongue from side to side in a wet mess dripping your cum all over his face and neck. Mewling you pushed his head further until Naken thrust his tongue deep into your squeezing cunt swirling it inside making you yell.

“Naken!”

“Come my sweet priestess, cum in my mouth let me taste how much your adore me”He spoke muffled, and as if commanding your body you felt the second orgasm rip through your core leaving you spasming on his tail, legs clamping around his head with his tongue cervix deep.

“Yes my lord, my god…” Your words left you breathlessly as you slowly rode the high off, gradually relaxing your legs to open. Breathless Naken rose smiling, licking his lips. His face was covered slick with your pussy juices, droplets falling from his chin. Sighing he rose from beneath you, his tail wrapping around you to put you in a sitting position facing him. Steadily he rose above you, his chiseled chest rising with deep breathes scales of blue and speckled gold becoming thicker until they covered his waist and all of his tail. Your eyes trailed down his waist and widened as you saw the growing bulge on his scaled crotch leak cum as two thick wet cocks slithered out. Agasp you stared astonished at not one but two thick slick dripping fat cocks hanging from his tail. Each cock had a bright pink tip that looked unlike anything you've ever seen on a human man. You felt your mouth drool as they hung heavy from his crotch. Noticing your drool face Naken moved closer until his cocks hung over your face. Reaching up you wrapped your hand over one, looking up at Naken with innocent doe eyes.

“My beloved little priestess look how riled you have made me,” Sliding your tongue under the length of his cock Naken hissed in pleasure clenching his eyes shut, cocks twitching in your hand. “Worship me, priestess, worship me with that pretty little mouth of yours, worship my cocks” He hissed as he spoke brows furrowed in restraint.

Sliding your lips across one cock while your hands wrapped around the other, “Yes my lord.” Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock your tongue swirled over the head licking up at the tick drops of cum swirling it in your mouth. Bobbing your head lower you swallowed up more of his cock dragging your tongue in across the length. Hands moved at the base of his second cock in a milking motion, while your other hand swirled over the tip, thumb massaging the tip smearing his cum across it. Greedily you swallowed Naken’s cock more and more until his entire wet length fit into mouth making your throat bulge. Rolling his eyes back Naken breathed out praises pushing your head down until your nose pushed against the slit where his cock emerged. Groaning Naken’s labored breathing grew heavier as you swallowed his cock with new enthusiasm, gagging wet sounds filling the temple. Cum and drool dripping down your hands and mouth as you jerked and sucked him off. Pulling away you switched cocks, swallowing the next cock and jerking off the one coated in your saliva. Cursing Naken jerked his hips into your mouth, a soft whine as he felt you make out with the head of his cock, your hot tongue swirling over the tips up and down. Smiling up as you see your god struggle to contain himself you open your mouth tongue out as you fit both tips, frotting them together in a sloppy sucking kiss, swallowing both at the same time. Lurching forward he curled over you pushing your head as his cock erupted with cum. Panting he floods your throat with hot stick thick cum making you gag, eyes brimming with tears as you struggle to swallow the streams of cum flowing out of him. Pulling back, his cock slid out of your mouth with trails  of saliva and cum flowing out into your chin and neck and chest. 

Smiling your lips savored the salty, almost creamy flavor of his cum. Breathing heavy Naken lowered himself, his eyes meeting yours, his pupils completely dilated in lust and desire.  Wrapping his arms around you he pulled you into a passionate demanding kiss. Both your lips wet from the other's cum, mixing each other's taste as shoved his tongue into your mouth. Greedily sucking on his forked tongue earning a guttural groan from him. Lifting you up he pulled you over his tail, cocks slipping and pressing against the opening of your gaping pussy.

“Say I'm your god. Say i'm your only god and i'll be yours.’’ Naken breathed into your ear as he frotted his cocks against you, “Say it my beloved, say your mine, say you want my cock inside you.”

Druck with the taste of his cum and lust panting against his ear, “You're my only god Naken. Im am your priestess, I'm your priestess Naken.”

“Say the rest of it.”

“I want you inside me, I want to have your fat cocks inside me.”

Hissing he gripped your hips pulling you down, the fat wet tip of one cock pressing against your entrance until it finally stretched it out forcing your cunt to swallow it. Crying out his name your nails crawled into his arms as he pushed you down forcing his cock down to the base. His other cock hanged limply smacking wet and hot against your ass, as Naken began to bounce you on his cock. Crying out you saw his cock slide in and out of you as his tail wrapped around your waist forcing you up and down at his pacing, Crying out in a drunken heat your eyes brimmed with tears as each thrust smacked the sweet spot in your cervix. Quickening the pace Naked moved with more animalist craze, drilling into your pussy, second cock smacking against your ass. 

Pulling you off his cock with his tail he held you in the air for a moment, sighing in relief  your crying seized for a second before being brought back down again. Kissing you Naken panted against your lips. “Im sorry my beloved but i need you to take all of me”

Before you could process his words you felt both his cocks lined up against your clenching pussy before being pushed down legs held apart wide by his tail. Gasping as the sensation of being stretched by two cocks spreading your pussy, stretching it wide ripping a new orgasm as he pushed into you with two cocks. Thrashing your hips your overstimulated pussy creamed over his cocks lubing them up making them slip in easier, struggling in vain his tail tightened around your waist and legs locking you in place as Naken shoved both cocks pistoning them in and out. Breast bouncing with each thurst you could only lean back and scream his name as he fucks you with his two cocks.

Eyes rolling back, droll falling from your mouth you can only cry his name as the wet sounds of his cocks pumping your pussy fill the temple.

By the gods you think, if the other priest and priest could see you now getting stretched and pumped with the fat cocks of your god. Oh they would call me a lucky temple whore.

Naken’s hands slid down to hold your back sliding down to squeeze you ass each hand cupping a cheek as he held them apart spreading you wider, slamming both cocks deeper. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck he whispers praises.

“My beloved little priestess, you take me so well. You were made to be fucked by me, to worships me, to worship my cocks.” Laving his forked tongue he licked at the sweat of your neck. “I'll reward you greatly my beloved priestess, I'll pump you full of my cocks and seed, I'll spoil you as long as you worship me. Say my name, priestess, say you worship me.”

Drooling you barely mumbled out, “I worship you Naken, I only worship you and your fat cocks.” Hearing your words he drove forward increasing his force and speed, filling you completely with each pump. His cock popping out with wet sounds from your abused cunt with each thrust. Crying out his name you begged him to finish. “Please Naken it’s too much, please im cumming again.”

Laughing he pressed a kiss against your forehead, “Don't worry my beloved I'm just about to cum too.”

Snarling his thrusting became erratic and fast sloppily slamming into your swollen cunt gushing juices. Sinking his fangs into your shoulder, his fangs injected you with a relaxing aphrodisiac marking you as his. A final brutal thrust and his cocks pumped you full of sperms until your cunt was overflowing and leaking even with both cocks plugging your cunt. Attacked by his cocks and fangs you felt your walls spasm as you came a final time around his two cocks. Burying his cocks hilt deep he holds your waist as his cocks pumps ropes of hot cum into your cervix. The sounds of squelching and labored breaths being the only sound in the temple. The venom of his fangs warmed your body, flooding it with a relaxing warmth that soothes your aching muscles and abused cunt.

Sighing content he released you from the grasp of his tail, letting you slump forward on his chest. Gasping in relief you raised your hips to let his cocks slip out in a gushing wet mess of cum that flooded out your pussy into his tail. Chuckling Naken looked at the mess made and nuzzled into your hair letting out a content huff. “Rest my beloved priestess. You served me well and for that ill you now. Rest I'll clean up this mess.” 

Smiling you look up at him with hazing exhausted eyes, kissing him once more before drifting into black blissful sleep. In the morning when you woke, you arose and startled and scared thinking you would be laying naked leaking cum on the temple floor but found yourself dressed and clean in the temple cot you had originally chosen to sleep in. Confused, you rose from bed thinking it might have been a dream, until the sweet soreness between your legs told you otherwise. Walking to the mirror in your room you saw the two puncture holes of Naken’s fangs from last night. Smiling you draped over a shawl and started to head out until you saw a small neatly folded note in your bed that read.

My beloved priestess,

You have brought me back from the abyss of the lost, you have made me feel alive again. Thanks to you, I now remember what it's like to be a god. Rest my beloved priestess, I'll be counting the days until I can drink from you nectar and bury myself in you again. Until then take care i'll be watching over you.

Love,

Your own personal god, Naken.

He was the god Naken. Your God, yours now

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Authors notes: Sorry for the late post I sprained my wrist on the third day of October and couldn't type without my wrist hurting or popping. Anyways please comment what y'all's liked, any unhinged comments, or any suggestions.

Also I did hint at other monster gods so lmk if you guys would like to know more about them.

[sweetheartsofpanem]

Shadows of the Past - Soft Things Survive

omg okay i’ve been working on these chapters for the past week and debating if i want to post it or not but i finally decided to just say fuck it. even if nobody reads or enjoys this story i still get joy from writing it and this is the first time i’ve actually spent longer than a night writing a story so this is my pride and joy lmao. using different dividers than my usual ones to match the cover theme:)

warnings: refer to series masterlist

pairing(s): refer to series masterlist

word count: 2.49k

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Six months after the Second Rebellion ends, you return to District 12. You don’t fully understand why—why you would willingly walk back into a graveyard of memories, why you expect to find anything other than ghosts. You haven’t set foot here since the night of the bombing. Part of you clings to the foolish hope that something, anything, survived. That the Capitol, in all its cruelty, might have left some part of your home standing. But you know better. The Capitol was never merciful. Not to District scum like you.

The train groans to a stop, and as you step onto the platform, your breath catches. The ruins of 12 stretch before you, a wasteland of ash and silence. The town square—once the cold heart of the district—lies in shattered remains. It was never truly a place of joy, at least not for most of you. It was where you were herded once a year to watch children be sent to die. Where Peacekeepers patrolled with sharp eyes and loaded guns. Where only the merchant families, with their fuller bellies and lighter burdens, found any sense of comfort. And yet, even here, there were moments—fleeting and fragile—where life had tried to bloom.

Charred beams jut out from skeletal structures, the last remnants of homes and businesses that once held warmth, laughter, and whispered dreams of escape. The air is thick with the acrid scent of coal dust and smoke, the same scent that clung to your skin your entire childhood. You let out a choked laugh, realizing that the thing you once loathed—the ever-present reminder of your district’s suffering—has become a strange sort of comfort.

You pick your way through the wreckage of the train station, each careful step crunching over shattered glass and crumbling stone. The sound grates against the silence, an eerie symphony to the slow-breaking of your heart. You don’t know what you expected, but it wasn’t this. Wasn’t the absolute emptiness.

Then, your feet touch the cracked concrete of the town square, and the world tilts. The air is knocked from your lungs, and suddenly, you’re fourteen again. You’re standing among a sea of terrified faces, the silence heavier than any scream.

And you’re watching helplessly as Effie Trinket calls Fiza Prosser’s name.

The moment her name is called, it’s as if the world stops breathing with you. The air, thick with anticipation, turns suffocatingly still. The crowd freezes, a sea of held breaths and unspoken prayers, as if time itself has fractured. Your gaze snaps to Fiza.

She turns to you, her face ghostly pale, eyes glassy with terror. Her lips part, but the words barely escape.

“I— I can’t,” she squeaks, shaking her head violently, as though she can will herself out of this nightmare.

Effie’s voice cuts through the silence like a polished knife. “Fiza, dear, come on up!” she chirps, her tone bright and empty. Too cheerful. Too pleased to be calling a girl to her death.

Hope is a dangerous thing to cling to, and you know better than to let it fester. Fiza won’t come home. She’s too frail, her body a roadmap of every missed meal, every long winter spent starving in the Seam. Her father ran off years ago, leaving behind nothing but an empty space where love should have been, and her mother—too drowned in sorrow and liquor to care—was no savior. You used to beg your mother to let Fiza eat with you. Every time, it earned you nothing but scoldings.

Tears spill down her cheeks, and you brush them away with trembling fingers. Your own throat is tight, every muscle in your body screaming against the cruelty of this moment. But if you break, she’ll shatter.

“Hold your head high, even if you’re crying,” you whisper, cupping her face between your hands. “Wear your tears with pride. They do not make you weak.”

The Peacekeepers are coming. You barely have time to press a quick kiss to her forehead before you give her a gentle push forward. Her legs wobble like a newborn fawn’s, but she moves. She stands tall, her head high even as her fingers twitch with fear.

Effie claps her manicured hands together, beaming. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?!” she squeals, as if Fiza is some delicate doll instead of a girl marching toward her death.

A hot, pulsing rage surges through you. Your hands clench into fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms so hard they nearly break skin. You have never been one for violence, but in this moment, you want to tear onto that stage, claw your way to Effie, and scratch the paint right off her doll-like face.

The male tribute’s name is called, but you don’t hear it. You can’t. You’re too busy burning every detail of Fiza into your memory—her trembling fingers, the stubborn lift of her chin, the way the sun catches the tear tracks on her face.

The second the square is dismissed, you shove your way through the dispersing crowd, heart hammering as you storm into the Justice Building.

“Fiza Prosser,” you demand breathlessly, locking eyes with the first official you see. “I want to see her.”

“No time for goodbyes today. We’re running behind.” He doesn’t even look at you. Just turns away.

Something in you snaps. You want to scream, to claw at him, to beat your fists against his back until he acknowledges the cruelty of what he’s just stolen from you. But all you can do is stand there, frozen, empty, unable to cry.

You don’t move until your father comes. He picks you up like he did when you were small, cradling you against his chest as he whispers soothing words you can’t even process.

And for the first time since her name was called, you let yourself sob.

Time shifts again, and you’re twelve years old, standing in the town square, watching Dewydd Comey climb the steps of the stage. Your first love. The boy with soft gray eyes and a smattering of freckles you used to trace with your fingertips. Everyone called it puppy love, something fleeting, something childish. But love doesn’t fade just because the world refuses to take it seriously. What you felt for him then still lingers, untouched by time.

Your goodbye in the Justice Building is one of your most cherished memories—despite how god-awfully painful it is.

The moment you step into the room, you throw yourself at him, and he meets you halfway, crushing you against his chest. His arms lock around you so tightly that your ribs ache, but you don’t care. You bury your face in his shoulder, your sobs coming in broken gasps, your tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt. His hand moves up and down your back in slow, soothing strokes, whispering reassurances he doesn’t believe. You should be the one comforting him, but you can’t. Your grief is selfish, swallowing you whole.

He gently pulls back just enough to see your face, his fingers trembling as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His storm-cloud eyes search yours, memorizing. His fingertips trace the curve of your cheek before cupping it, warm and soft. You press into his touch, desperate to burn the feeling into your skin. A small, keening sound escapes you as your gaze drinks in every last freckle, every tiny imperfection, terrified that someday they’ll blur and fade in your mind.

“I’m gonna win and come back to you, okay?” His voice is steady, but his eyes betray him, glistening with unshed tears. “Then we can finish school, get married, and I’ll take good care of you.”

You nod against his palm, biting back a wail.

“Promise?” Your voice cracks, the word barely escaping as you see his lower lip quiver. His shoulders sag, his breath shuddering. He bows his head, his hand slipping from your cheek.

You cup his face, forcing him to look at you, to hold on just a little longer. His tears fall freely now, streaking down his cheeks, and the sight of them unravels something deep inside you. He doesn’t have to say it—you see it in his eyes. He knows. He knows he won’t come back.

You take a shaky breath, your heart pounding so hard it hurts. Neither of you has ever kissed anyone before. Not each other, not anyone. You always talked about saving your first kiss for something special. For when you were older, when you had time, when the world wasn’t so cruel.

But there is no more time.

A sob tears from your throat as you surge forward, pressing your lips to his in a desperate, trembling kiss. It’s clumsy, wet with tears, full of fear and love and everything you will never get to have. His hands find your waist, anchoring you together for just a second longer.

Then, the door swings open.

A Peacekeeper’s voice cuts through the moment like a blade. “Time’s up.”

Dewydd and you barely manage two more frantic kisses before the Peacekeeper wrenches you away, their grip bruising around your arm.

“Don’t forget me!” he cries, his voice raw and broken as the door slams shut between you.

You never did.

You take a shaky breath, but it does nothing to steady you. Pain lances through your chest as the past fractures around you, dissolving like ash in the wind. You are twenty years old, standing in the graveyard of your childhood. Every memory you have is buried beneath the rubble of homes and businesses, scattered like remnants of a life that no longer exists.

Tears streak down your cheeks as you step forward, each footfall heavy with ghosts.

Dewydd and you dance through the remnants of the Fall Festival, your laughter twirling between the ruins like autumn leaves. The festival had once made the town square almost beautiful—lanterns casting golden light against the cold, music drowning out the ever-present hunger in your bellies. But now, the echoes of your joy only deepen the hollowness inside you. That night was his last Fall Festival, and you hadn’t known. Hadn’t cherished it enough.

You pass the half-standing remains of the mayor’s house, and specters of Fiza and you flit by in your periphery, your breathless giggles carried away by the wind. You were just children, running through the streets of a district that had already doomed you, too naive to understand how cruel the world would be.

The merchant section appears next—once untouchable, a world of goods you could never afford. Fiza, Dewydd, and you used to press your noses against the shop windows, dreaming of stepping inside, of running your fingers over silks and pastries and gold-tipped fountain pens. Now, those once-grand storefronts are nothing but scorched skeletons, their vibrant colors reduced to soot-streaked debris. The dreams you had here are as dead as the district itself.

You force your feet toward the Seam, bracing yourself for the devastation you know awaits you. But nothing could have prepared you for this.

Fiza’s house, or what’s left of it, is the first thing you see. A single doorway beam stands defiantly against the wreckage, a marker for a home that no longer exists. Your fingers graze its surface, splintered wood biting into your skin, and suddenly you can’t breathe. A sob rips free from your throat, shaking you to your core.

Then you see them.

The charred skeletons of a family, their bodies half-buried beneath the rubble of their home. Your stomach lurches, bile rising fast, and you stagger away just in time to vomit onto the broken earth. The acrid taste burns your throat, but you barely notice—you can only stare at the bodies.

You keep moving, though your legs tremble beneath you. The deeper you go, the worse it gets. More bodies. More homes turned to dust. Your cries dissolve into the wind, lost in the sea of death that stretches before you.

You find Dewydd’s house.

His parents are still inside, their bodies burned but unmistakably entwined, wrapped in each other’s arms in the remnants of their bedroom. Your breath catches, your stomach twists violently, and you clap a hand over your mouth as another wave of nausea surges through you. You tear your gaze away, but the image is seared into your brain.

Then, your house.

The second your eyes land on it, your body betrays you, and you retch onto the ground, emptying what little is left inside you. The foundation is all that remains, a shattered skeleton of a place that never felt like home.

You take a step forward, then another, but your knees buckle the moment your feet touch the foundation. Shards of glass and jagged stone slice into your skin, but you barely feel it. Your mother’s voice rises in your head, a low whisper at first, growing louder with every breath until it drowns out everything else.

Useless. Pathetic. A burden.

The words scrape against your skull like rusted nails, twisting and warping until they are all you can hear. Your eyes land on a hand protruding from beneath a massive slab of cement, fingers curled slightly, frozen in time.

You don’t know when you stand. You don’t know when you start running.

All you know is that her voice follows you, chasing you through the ruins of the Seam, its venom echoing off the broken walls. Your foot catches on a loose rock, nearly sending you sprawling, but you manage to keep going.

Your lungs burn. Your ribs ache.

You only stop running when the echoes finally fade.

When you finally stop running, you double over, bracing your hands against your thighs as you struggle to catch your breath. Your lungs burn, your ribs ache, and your entire body trembles from exhaustion. For a moment, all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart in your ears.

Then, silence.

As your breathing evens out, your eyes drift upward—and you freeze.

The Victor’s Village stands just ahead, untouched by the destruction that swallowed the rest of District 12. A chill seeps into your bones.

Every house is pristine, their exteriors unscathed, their windows gleaming as if the fires of war never reached them. It feels wrong, like a cruel illusion amidst the ruins. While everything else has crumbled to dust, this piece of the Capitol implanted into District 12 remains eerily whole.

You take a step forward. Then another.

A flicker of light in one of the houses catches your attention. Your brows knit together as you inch closer, your fingers hesitantly curling around the gate’s handle. You push it open, wincing as the rusted hinges screech through the stillness. The manicured lawns and cobblestone paths feel like relics from another world, a world where people lived in comfort while the rest of you starved. You barely notice the front door of the illuminated house swinging open—until a voice startles you.

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