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noona. noon. any angsty thoughts to share for the duke au? đď¸ (iâm craving angst sorry)
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I DO!! Angst version of the au would be if you werenât welcomed at all. Sure, no one is being flat out rude to you, no one is actively sabotaging you and John doesnât hit or force you into anything.
But itâs lonely.
The maids barely touch you, as if disgusted they have to help and tend to the woman their Duke needed to and not wanted to marry, and the butlers are the same. Especially the head butler Garrick. You still donât know his first name and he doesnât seem inclined to tell you.
During the dinner⌠nights with John, youâve started noticing that your food isnât quite as well done as his? Less decorated, occasionally burnt or not cooked well, but you donât want to cause any trouble so you remain silent and John never asks why you seem to eat so little.
You do also meet Duke Riley, the man that John is said to have an incredibly close friendship with, something born during his time servicing the kingdom. Youâve heard so much about him, from bad to good, and you wonder how he actually is.
In the end, you wish you hadnât met him, too. The humiliation of being flat-out ignored in your own home while he speaks amicably with JohnâŚ
So yes. Life as Duchess Price isnât a happy one, but you are just glad you arenât physically hurting.
But you do find solace in the only kindness your parents had bothered to show you before they gave you away; your personal knight, KĂśnig. He is the only one to not treat you as such. He is the only one you can confide in, feel just a little bit of happiness and friendship with even if you havenât even seen his face yet.
âIâm so tired,â you whisper to him one night, under the blanket of the night sky. Youâd thrown a simple shawl over your shoulders, and hadnât questioned it when he fell in steps behind you, always a protective shadow. Today had been hard. You had also decided to no longer dine with John, not too excited about the lackluster food and the stilted conversations. Cold maids, lonely night⌠you ached for something more.
You take in a shuddering breath, wrapping the shawl tighter around yourself. Konig stands right beside the bench you are sitting on, a familiar and comforting sight and presence. But tonight, itâs not enough. âIâm so tired, KĂśnig.â You repeat, your voice cracking.
KĂśnig simply stares at you for a while; you are used to it, used to everything about him. The mask, the accent, the unyielding body that is always keeping you safe. The quiet congestions you have had, during the days you lock yourself away in your office to ignore the loneliness and sadness plaguing you.
You arenât used to seeing KĂśnig bend down in front of you, holding his hands out until you place them in his. Familiar pale eyes peer up at you. Proper etiquette doesnât matter to you in this moment; who will chastise you for the lack of it when this entire duchy holds only the most basic form of respect for you?
Even if they did, you would not let go of KĂśnig, your confidant. Your knight.
ââŚWhat do you need, mylady?â
After a silent moment, you take in a deep breath and look back at him. ââŚI want⌠someone who loves me enough to be kind towards me. I want someone who loves me.â
KĂśnig nods his head. With bated breath, you watch silently as he brings your hands forward, under his mask, to kiss each knuckle on your hands.
âI am your knight, mylady. I am your sword, and your shield. I, too, can be your lover if that is what you want, mylady. Whatever you desire, it is my duty to provide.â KĂśnig breathes out against your skin, eyes not once flicking away, words not once breaking. He is fully devoted in his decision. âWill you allow me, mylady? The decision is your, always has been. I cannot take you away from this horrible place-â not yet. â-but I can give you my love and devotion, just as Iâve always done. Will you allow me, mylady?â
And after everything youâve been through, all the pain and loneliness and exclusion- you canât say no.
ââŚYes, KĂśnig.â
(By the time John begins to realize that he may have misjudged you, once you find out the truth, it is already far too late for mending any bridges. There is no particular feeling when you look at him, or any of his men. You only ask that no one bothers your time alone with your shadow, your knight. Itâs far too late for anything.)
#noona.posts#cod x reader#cod#cod x you#tf 141 x reader#tf 141#tf 141 x you#cod imagines#noona.asks#john price x reader#soap x reader#poly!141 x reader#kyle gaz x reader#ghost x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x you#johnny soap mctavish x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#poly 141#poly 141 x reader#poly!141#konig x you#konig x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley imagines#simon ghost x you#soap x you#kyle gaz x you#kyle gaz garrick x you
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Since a couple of you have asked for a full-fledged snippet/drabble of angst for the Vamp Momsâ˘ď¸, I decided to oblige and create a short drabble for you all!
This is more of internal grief than anything, but I hope it suffices in the angst department.
âMama.â
A soft voice whispers out, a pleading edge to the tone, but she doesn't bother to turn around; only squeezes her eyes shut against the intruding noise. Trying her best to block out everything around her -- the noise of the city that lay beneath her feet, the soft vibrations from people living their daily life, of the whispered pleas of her children for her to come back to them, to stop the freefall she had been since her other half had been torn from her side.
She closed her eyes to block out the pain -- the sights and sounds that her Helena would never experience again -- while it also helped in blocking out the memories.
Every time she opened her eyes she was greeted by the sight of her bedroom, something that had once been her sanctuary, but was now her prison. A constant replay of events flickered across her mind as she looked the objects that meant something completely different now that her wife is gone -- the inanimate items taunting her for her failures.
Every time, when she feels well enough to traverse outside of her chambers, she hears the whispered conversations of her children, of her family, and is instantly reminded of the anguished cry that had escaped her mate before the unsettling silence had taken over. A silence that had only been broken by the cries of her own anguish when she had realized what had happened, when it was already too late.
Every time she blinks, Saraya is brought back to the sight of her mate's broken body -- so still against the carpeted ground of her study, a halo of red surrounding the once pristine white of her hair, crystalline blue eyes turned cold in their lifelessness.
Every time she closes her eyes, at least for the briefest of moments, Saraya is met by the sight of her wife's gentle smile, warmth suffused within her gaze, before the reality of Saraya's grief comes crashing back through her, shattering whatever haven her sleep-deprived mind had been able to conjure up.
"Mama. Please."
Her mind, no matter how much she pleaded with it to stop, to finally halt in her endless torment, kept replaying everything over and over again. Telling her everything she had already figured out since her mate had been taken from her.
She had failed.
She had failed her mate, her darling Helena.
She had failed her children, not being able to pull herself from the darkness that has entrapped her so.
She had failed her family, not being able to keep them safe even when she had always promised she would.
She had failed everyone, and now she was paying the price for it.
"Saraya, honey, please. We still need you."
Everything she had, everything she had accomplished, barring her beloved children, meant nothing now. Helena was gone. Taken. Murdered in the home they both had built. Her wife had always told her that she was like the Earth: dependable, strong, nurturing. But what Helena had never truly known was the simple fact that while Saraya may have been the Earth, she had always been her Sun. And now? Without her darling light to guide her way, without her Sun to orbit, she was drifting listlessly into the darkness of space, forever lost among the cosmos until she'd be able to find her Sun once more.
She couldnât breathe knowing that Helena was no longer doing the same. Like the air was toxic and clogging up her lungs, only causing her sobs to become more and more erratic with each breath she takes. Her body folding in on itself because she couldnât find the strength to keep standing. To appear strong and collected when her whole being was shattered beyond repair.
Her mind was only a vessel for her pain.
Her body was a prisoner to her despair.
Her heart was a hollow shell of what it used to be.
Despair crashes through her chest like a tidal wave, drowning her, making it hard to breathe. Tears escaping her eyes at a faster rate, the venom burning soft flesh as it tracks harshly down her cheeks. The sorrow consuming her and darkening her world. It was her fault Helena had been killed, if she had been paying attention, if she had simply allowed herself to be suspicious for once, then her darling mate, the love of her life, would still be by her side.
If she had simply listened to Helena's concerns, that the newest figure in her life, a man that seemed keen on starting up his own botanical store for the supernatural, seemed a bit too skittish for it to simply be written off as a character quirk.
If she had simply been able to see, beyond the lense of potentially making a new friend, something she hadn't been able to do in so long, then she would have been able to notice the look in his gaze every time he visited Celestia.
If she had simply been more aware than Helena wouldn't have had to push her out of the way.
If she had simply been better than her Helena would still be here, bringing joy and laughter to Saraya's world.
Instead, her world was now filled with nothing but despair and agony. Her body trapped in self-inflicted numbness, to everything, of course, except for her pain.
Her pain was the only thing that kept her close to her mate.
Her pain was the only thing that kept her wife alive.
Her pain was what she deserved for failing her Helena so completely.
She should have listened; her pain was only her punishment for not doing so.
#midnight sun#midsun: snippets#sc: helena#sc: saraya#this an angsty one for all you angst lovers#you asked for it#just saying
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habits of a clandestine nature | jjk
pairing:Â collegejk x female oc (angst, smut)
warnings:Â college!jk, rich!jk, he's a college nepo baby!!!, waitress!oc, flashbacks to summer, (mild) enemies to lovers, oc lives with tae (they're besties), jk is besties with jimin, mentions of parents infidelity, mentions of oc's virginity (lost prior to the story starting), a little angsty, jk is nawt a fuckboi, but he is stewpid, unprotected sex, bathroom escapades, multiple positions, oral (f), mentions of blowjobs, house parties, jackson wang!!!!!!!, yoongi has no lines but is also one of my fave characters lmao
wordcount:Â 16k
note from holly: this was written as a commission over on ko-fi!! it went through soooo many changes and edits - at one point it was over 24k lmao. i have so much lore and backstory for this couple, but I'll save it for a rainy day!! one of the main prompts was the 2004 classic a cinderella story, and there are little nods to it throughout the story, including the diner name!! a commenter on wattpad said the pairing reminded them of danny and sandy from grease and like... i see it lmao. anywaysss enjoy!! <33
minors dni // cross posted to wattpad
It's a well-trained habit, your fleeting glance towards the door of Montgomery's Diner when the bell rings.
Though the clatter of cheap porcelain being stacked on a tray almost manages to drown out the chiming metal, it's never quite enough. Softening your hardened expression, you continue on with your work, careful to not let your contempt show too much.
You already know who it isâor at least, who it could be. Only saw the girl leading the pack, but know that where Claudia goes, the rest of The Untouchables will surely follow.
Gorgeous in a way that money can't buy, and careless in a way that money makes up for, she's never taken personal issue with you. Barely even registers your existence.
From your quick look, you know that it's not just the girls today. It's the guys, too.
All with parents on the college board, they're regarded as campus royalty. Are aptly known as The Untouchables, 'cause the rules that apply to you don't apply to them. They'll likely continue with their lives in a similar manner for years to come, and will pass these attributes off to their offspring, whom they'll name after countries or distant relatives who were once regarded to be regal.
Gathering up the last of the discarded napkins on the table, you take one final, fleeting look just to see if a familiar face is with them.
It's not that you actively want to see him.
You just haven't seen him in the best part of a fortnight, which is odd.
He's been in your section of the Diner near enough every single night of the past three monthsâbut school is starting up again, and he's got appearances to keep.
God-forbid Jeon Jungkookâson of the Admissions Director and heir-apparent to an unholy amount of real estate tied to the universityâever associates with the lowly scholarship kids like you.
The only reason The Untouchables ever come to this Diner is because it's the last remaining place close to the university that hasn't been snapped up and integrated into the campus. You guess it must feel like freedom to them, in a way.
In fact, you know this is the case. Jungkook has told you himself.
Has told you a lot.
Told you far too much.
Such candid honesty from him, shared during the lonely heat of a sweltering summer, is what makes it so jarring when he looks away as soon as his dark eyes meet yours.
Tall, broad, handsome; he's everything the gossip magazines you read during your downtime swoon over, but also everything they warn against. Too pretty for his own good, the resident agony aunt would call him if she were ever to see him. Would assume his ego is far larger than his shoe size; superiority complex embedded into his skin like the ink of his tattoos.
And while you think that perhaps those assumptions could be true, you also know the reality of him; how gentle his hands can be. Helpful, too. Delicate. Ornate, almost, when they fold bills into five petal flowers. Strong, when they grip the back of your neck. Commanding, when they're wrapped around his leather steering wheel.
You shouldn't know the way his car smells. Shouldn't know how he presses the heel of his palm against the wheel when he's reversing, or just how easy it is to clamber into the backseats over the centre console.
But you do, and it rests on your tongue like a dirty little secret desperate to escape:Â I know you.
You're not sure if you know him better than The Untouchables, but you know him independent of them. Not many people do.
It's rare to find him without Jimin cracking a joke by his side, or Claudia making a slightly mean remark masked as innocent ignorance as she leads him astray.
But summer happened, and so did Jungkook. With his friends away at their holiday homes, and his father's infidelity ripping his family apart at the seams, he'd needed something to stitch himself back together. Let you thread yourself through his very being, and once you'd tied yourself in a pretty little bow around his heart, he'd cut you off.
Is that not what all craftsmen do, though? Discard what no longer serves a purpose?
Memories of him, in all the places you never should have let him in, ravage your thoughts.
The scent of his aftershave lingers on the childhood plushie he used to tease you for having on your bed, but would also automatically hug into his chest every single time he entered your room.
The things he didâand the things he didn't doâcorrupt your dreams and leave you restless when you wake.
The smudged mascara under your eyes hides the bags from your lack of sleep, and your only respite is that the little puffs beneath his eyes are extra prominent today. He's tried, too.
For a minute, you feel vindicated.
It doesn't last.
For the past few months, if he's been sleeping badly, you've known about it. Kept him company in this very Diner, or in the basement of a party house he was dumb enough to take you to, forgetting he'd have to return there after summer finished, too.
The walls might not talk, but Jackson Wang certainly does. Jungkook knows it's only a matter of time until his dirty little secretsâno matter how pure they actually areâbecome the talk of the town.
He always slept well in your bedroom, though.
Funny, that.
He's dressed simply, today: white t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black boots on his feet. It's still warm out, even if the sun does begin to set a little earlier than it had been during the hotter months. He's got no need for a jacket, and you despise how undeniably gorgeous his arms are in the dewy humidity. Tattoos trailing up and down his skin, you'd be forgiven for thinking he was a man of complexities.
Turns out he's just like every other good-for-nothing fuck boy who wasn't worth your time.
The Untouchables sit towards the front of the Diner. Your section is at the back, and there's no way in hell you're deviating from your set section. Not today. Not when he's with them.
"I thought we were free," your colleague, Maria, grumbles as you bring your tray to the counter.
Like you, she's a scholarship kid. Is the one who got you the job at the Diner after you both moved into the shared house you live in off-campus. Three of you live thereâyou, Maria, and Taehyungâand you all share the same disdain for The Untouchables.
"It never ends," you tease in reply. Glance over your shoulder, back at the table.
They're laughing and joking about something you can't quite decipher. All of them, except Jungkook.
There's a sternness to him. One of which you'd forgotten about. With one hand on the table, the other in his lap, his thumb fidgets over his tense knuckles. Sunglasses rest on the crown of his head, pushed up into his hair to hold it back off his face. Staring at nothing much, he's chewing up his bottom lip until he feels the familiar burn of your eyes on him. Looks your way.
It's curious, how looking at you halts his body from its self-soothing actions. He no longer nibbles on his lip. His tightly balled first eases.
"What do you think, Kookie?" Claudia drawls, drawing his attention back to the group. "You coming tonight?"
"Hm?" He questions, eyes pulling away from you. He begins to rub his thumb over his knuckles again. "Sorry, was just looking at the menu board. What are we talking about?"
"Party at the Conservatory," Jimin says from across the table. Though he's the one sitting beside Claudia, everyone knows Jungkook is the one that she's really interested in. Has been since their first day of college. "First of the semester. It's one of their birthdays. Reckon it'll be a big one."
On campus, but close enough to the boundaries that it's never infringed upon by security or university officials, the Conservatory isn't what it seems. A boarding house for the creme-de-la-creme of the Botany and Conservation PhD students, it's surrounded by land. Has rows upon rows of greenhouses for their projects.
Of the few times you've been there, you've always thought it was like a maze. The perfect place to get lost. The perfect place to get found, too.
Unfortunately for the PhD students, the house custodian took on the role for one thing and one thing only: to throw the biggest ragers on campus. Knows fuck all about growing anything that isn't illegal. Only managed to get the role, 'cause like the rest of The Untouchables, his dad works high up in the college. He's a few years older than them. Belongs to a different generation of campus royalty, but is keen on making sure his legacy remains.
After all, there ain't no party like a Jackson Wang party.
Namjoonâone of the Botanists and the birthday boy himselfâhas started padlocking the greenhouses.
Another one of themâYoongiâminored in mechanical engineering. Has a coin-operated lock on his bathroom door. Makes enough money from a single Jackson Wang party to sustain himself for an entire month.
Hoseok and Jin, the remaining two, are just as messy as Jackson. Have only started PhDs because they don't know what else to do and don't want their youth to abruptly end. Live for the parties; survive for the studying.
"Now, who's told you that?" Jungkook smiles, as if the prospect of showing up at the Conservatory doesn't make him feel a little bit sick. "Jackson?"
"Obviously."
"Well, of course he's gonna tell you it'll be big," Jungkook laughs. "Wants to rope as many of you fuckers in as he can."
"And it works every time," Jimin smirks back. "If everyone thinks it'll be a rager, everyone will want to go. He's a marketing genius, if you ask me."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. Is fond in how he interacts with his friends. Has grown up with most of them. Whether or not they're everyones cup of tea is debatable, but they're his people.
And yet he finds himself glancing back over to the counter. You're not there anymore. Are out back, he assumes. Knows the layout, now. Where the walk-in freezer is. The little nook that you sit in during your break. He doubts any of his friends have ever been in a commercial kitchen, let alone one at a place like this.
While yes, his friends have only ever been good to him, he knows that it isn't the case for everyone they interact with. Is well aware that his friends would be confused beyond belief if they ever found out he knows how to click through the Diner's cash register and find the discount section. Would be even more perplexed if they were to see his initials hidden in one of the codes.
But summer was lonely.
Or at least it was.
Lonely, until it wasn't. Isolating, until he sought solace in someone he can't even bring himself to speak to in front of his friends.
Casting his eyes back down to the table, well aware that he's got no reason to feel as cut up as he does, he fakes a laugh. Looks up again at his friends with a grin so sincere that they'd never guess the way it feels like his heart is in his throat. "Alright. You're on. What time?"
The conversation dissolves into plansâwhat to wear, what drink to take.
After a summer apart, Jungkook thought it would be nice to be with his friends again. Thought he'd be excited; that he'd welcome them all back with open arms. Ask them about their summers, and lament his time spent here.
When Jimin asks him why he didn't go to the Italian villa his parents normally insist they spend the summer at, Jungkook shrugs.
"Dad has some stuff to sort out, so it was better to stay here," he says, minimising the reality of what really happened. Even you don't know for certain. All you know is that his father did something incredibly immoral, to the point where Jungkook can't even stand to look at him.
Is why he spent all those nights in the diner.
Was confusing at first. He was always angry. Always frowning. Always ordering black coffees and nothing else, huddled up in the corner booth, away from the world.
But with summer comes monsoons, and with monsoons come terrible conditions for walking home.
He expected you to say no when he offered you a ride. You expected to say no, tooâbut then a please and thank you had escaped your lips.
A routine grew. Habits formed.
Curious little thing, habits are. 21 days. That's all the time they take to develop.
Jungkook spent 63 days of summer with you in varying capacities. Enough time to learn a habit three times over.
The one that haunts him most is how it felt to have your hand beneath his on his gear stick. Finds the absence of you when he drives unbearable. Knows he's got no one to blame but himself; not just for creating distance, but also for minimising it in the first place.
He's the one who offered you a lift. He's the one who messaged you on your days off to see if you fancied going for a drive. He's the one who didn't turn the AC on just to get you shaking your jacket off your shoulders.
And he's the one that drove you out to the coast one evening for no other reason than wanting to hear the waves. He's the one who opened up to you about his family. He's the one that made things more than what they were.
Had walked along the shore with you, too scared to hold your hand beneath the lunar light. Opted for playful banter instead, nudging you into the lapping waves.
But the waves got bigger, and Jungkook's unbridled desire to have you close did just the same. Like always, he took things too far. Drenched in sea water, you'd laughed with him for the entire ride home.
Invited him in. Said, "The salt will ruin your clothes. We should wash them."
"Hand wash only," he'd said, pinging his damp t-shirt against his chest. It stuck to him in such a way you learned all of his edges before you ever saw him nakedânot like there was much time between these two instances. Ended up in your shower with him, clothes beneath your feet, the excuse of hand washing disregarded the second he had you naked.
You learned three things about Jungkook in that shower.
The first is that he giggles. Lips on yours, hands clutching your jaw, whenever the water was a little too intrusive, he'd separate with a laugh. Would kiss you again, a smile still on his face. Would pretend as if he wasn't giggling.
But he was, and it was lovely.
The second was that he's the type to lean his head forward, not tip it back. With his hands pressed to the shower tiles behind you as your fingers wrapped around his thick shaft, he let his head dip to his chest. Gave him ample opportunity to press kisses to the top of your headâor at least it did until you got to your knees and started taking his hard cock in your mouth.
"Shit," he had husked. Whined. Praised. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good at that."
It was around then that you became aware he was a head pusher, too.
Almost as if he was saving the best until last, the third thing you learned was how he likes to cum; in your sheets, cock buried in your pussy, your hands clasped above your head. Missionary, 'cause he likes to kiss you through it. In your bed, 'cause he likes losing himself in everything you are. Prefers finishing inside you, but you refuse to fuck him without a condom so he never gets exactly what he wants. It's close enough, though.
Spent weeksâmonthsâlaying unfair claim to your body, and now he can't bring himself to look in your direction. It infuriates you.
But more than anything else, it embarrasses you.
Even your reflection laughs at you. Cackles 'told you so' every time you look in the mirror.
You always wondered why you never heard much about Jungkook's hook ups around campus. Everyone knows about Jimin and how his cock has been perpetually wet since the first day of freshers week, but there's always been a secrecy when it comes to Jungkook.
It's something you've teased him about; in your sheets, bodies clammy, his heart beating so fast in his chest you'd been forgiven for thinking he'd just run a marathon.
"When do I have to sign it?" You had giggled.
"Sign what?" He'd husked, voice all wispy and fucked out.
"The NDA," you'd replied as if it was obvious. "It's been, like, what? A month? Surely it's about time you made sure I kept my mouth shut like all your other girls do?"
On your front, your arms were folded over his chest, and he was gently rearranging the pretty little updo he'd made a mess of. Though he was looking at his hands as he replied, you kept your eyes on his. Studied his sincerity.
"Reason you don't hear about other girls is 'cause there aren't any."
A smile twitched at the corner of your lips, but you didn't let it shine for him.
"Sure."
There was a small jerk to his torso as a breathy smirk formed on his face.
"You think I can't be trusted?"
"I think it's foolish to trust any man."
His deep, dark eyes sank down to focus on yours. Offered you all the sincerity you'd be searching for, and more.
"That's all I am, huh?" He'd challenged you. "Just another one of your men?"
"One of the many," you'd teased just to rile him up a little.
"Ah," he'd played along. "So that's why I always have to wear a condom?"
With a saccharine smirk on your lips, you'd gotten back in position, legs straddled over his hips. Had kissed him. Whispered, "No. That's just because I know it annoys you."
"You annoy me all the time," he'd mumbled into your lips, hands gripping your waist to get you grinding against his still sensitive cock. Barely fifteen minutes since he'd last finished, there was no way he was ready to go again.
"Hm?" You'd hummed against his kisses, then began to work your way down his neck in a way that always got him a little moany. "If I'm so annoying, why are you getting hard again, baby?"
"You can be annoying and hot," he told you as he desperately tried to not let his insatiable need for you show.
"Is that how you like your girls?" You'd ribbed once more, just to piss him off a little. It was never serious. Never something you would actually fret over.
Perhaps you should have done, but then he told you with a little too much candour, "No. It's how I like my girl. Singular."
Loose lips sink ships, and Jungkook was one iceberg away from greeting the ocean floor. Closing his lips back down on yours, he was making sure you were just as insatiable for him as he was for you. He didn't cum again that evening, even if you did more times than you cared to count.
A greedy lover, is Jeon Jungkook. Edacious.
And so you understand, now, why the girls he gets entangled with stay silent; how the hoaxes he plays leave them utterly hysterical. They're subject to silence, because who would possibly believe all those sweet little lies he tells? How mad would they be considered if they tried to convince anyone he has a heart?
His brazen lack of humanity is proven when he comes to pay for the table. Any of them could have done it. Yet he elects to stand in front of your till and wait for you to serve him.
Have you not served him enough?
You refuse to utter a single word in his direction. Don't look at him, don't give him any satisfaction. He can read it for himself, he can pay, and he can fuck off.
"Keep the change," he mumbles tossing down the billsâbut like fuck are you gonna keep anything he gives you.
He begins to walk away, a little shrunken in his stature.
"Excuse me, sir."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Jungkook is perplexed to hear you address him so coldly.
"Your change," you say, holding a closed hand out for him to hold his own hand beneath. He doesn't want to cause a scene. Obliges. Is surprised when notes, not coins, fall into his palm.
More specifically, notes folded into the shape of flowers. His handiwork, he's certain. Was something he used to do in the early hours of your late night diner shifts. If he said something a little mean, or bickered with you a little too hard, he'd fold his notes up like posies and give them to you as a remedy.
Never used those notes to buy you real flowers, mind you.
Back when things were still easy, you pulled him up on it. Told him that you'd be far easier to seduce with a little wooing. He'd told you that you were easy to seduce regardless.
You didn't speak to him for the rest of your shift.
Ended it with fourteen folded bills in the shape of a bouquet, and when the backseat windows of his car had a thick veil of condensation coating them that same evening, he'd drawn you flowers on them.
"No point in flowers," he'd told you. "They just wither up and die."
Which is funny, 'cause it kinda looks like Jungkook is doing that very same thing right in this moment. He goes to speak, but nothing comes out.
Disappointing, you think, then realise of course he is. Has done nothing but disappoint you.
You smile. Jungkook looks like he wants to cry. Good.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
21 repetitions. That's how many times it takes to form a habit. You know this.
You also know that 90 days of this repetition will form a habit to last a lifetime.
As you hook up your apron, and free your hair of the ribbon that had been tightly wrapped around your ponytail, you know these are 'lifetime' habits. Apron, then ponytail. Always.
But when you say goodbye to Maria, and ask if she'll be at home this evening, you find yourself leaning into a recently formed habit. It's not anything particularly noteworthy. Not something anyone would notice.
Well, not anyone who matters. You don't think Jungkook counts as someone who matters, anymore.
But he'd noticed; how you'd started glancing across to his parking spot whenever you clocked out. Had teased you for it. Asked you if it was the highlight of your day, seeing him there, as if it wasn't the highlight of his.
You should have known the playful banter when he told you not to get used to it wasn't really banter at all.
Yet here you are, glancing across to his parking spot only to see it empty.
It's not even like it's his spot. Whenever he's with his friends, they walk. Live right on campus, so don't need to drive, and if they do, they'll park right by the doors.
In the height of summer, when the lot was empty and Jungkook wasn't driving for his sake but for yours, he liked to park in the far corner. Said dumb shit about not wanting any weirdos scratching it. Whined and moaned whenever someone performed the very human act of parking next to the only other car in an empty parking lot.
"So many spaces!" He'd blather on. Would speak with his hands. Get deliberately more animated, 'cause it always made you laugh. "And they choose here?!"
The memories make you smile, until the yellow headlights of another car flood into the parking lot. They reveal what's right in front of you; a crowd of cars and not a single one of them you care for.
It's not like you cared for Jungkook, either. Was just something to pass the time when the streets were quiet and his head was loud.Â
In turn, you gave him quiet, and he made your summer feel loud.
But the leaves are turning brown and the water in the roadside puddles is becoming stale. The seasons have changed and so has the nature of your interactions. It's fine. You don't care. Really. Couldn't think of anyone you'd want to hang around less. Would rather die than associate with The Untouchables.
You never needed a lift, not really. Especially not when it always took you an hour to get home 'cause Jungkook just wanted to keep on driving.
Grumbling to yourself just to try and divert your mind from thoughts of him, your heart almost skips a beat when your phone vibrates in your pocket. For a second, you wonder if it could be him.
Where you at? It could read. I'm here.
Or maybe, I miss you.
I can't sleep without you.
This is so stupid. Can I come over?
It won't say of those things and you damn well know it.
Your text thread is dormant. The last message is from you, two weeks prior.
You:Â you not coming in tonight?
You:Â you'll be pleased to know my fairy godmother turned a pumpkin into a carriage to make sure i got home safe x
You:Â ... at least let me know if ur alive?
Rolling your eyes at how mortifying your desperation feels, the scowl that settles into your expression is comical. It's like you're fighting with the wind that's threading itself through your hair.
Pulling your phone out, the scowl only intensifies.
Jackass Wang:Â party tonight
You:Â so????
One thing about Jackson is that he's not gonna leave anyone on read, especially when he's trying to drum up attendees for his parties.
Jackass Wang:Â so i haven't seen you around for a while, montgomery
"Fuckin' Montgomery," you mutter at the nickname.
It's the one that all of Jungkook's friends seem to refer to you as, as if you don't have a personality outside of your job.
Still, at least Jackson is a little bit inventive with it. Calls you Monts. Monty, Monstera Plant, Monte Carlo, and god knows what else. If it starts with 'Mon,' he's found a way to end it with a cheeky smirk and smug anticipatory look in your direction, as he awaits your reaction.
You:Â i like it better when i don't see you x
Jackass Wang:Â you know that isn't true. loverboy will be there. come with him. or don't. i don't care. you can bring your little friends with you.
You:Â they'd rather die :) x
Jackass Wang:Â y'know, you're replying an awful lot for a girl who's not interested ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
You:Â you just can't take no for an answer
Jackass Wang:Â yes i can - but you haven't said no yet. c'mon. loverboy has been moping around all week. i can't be arsed with his mardy ass energy all evening.
You:Â so don't invite him???? i don't see why it's my problem?????
The fact that you don't need clarification of who Jackson means is proof enough that perhaps Jackson's onto something.
Jackass Wang:Â conservatory any time after 9. be there or be square montgomery. or don't be. i'm sure loverboy can get his dick wet without you, but it's easier for everyone if he doesn't.
You:Â charming x
Jackass Wang:Â it's why the ladies love me.
You:Â all of them except this one, apparently. have a nice party. stay away from the drugs.
Jackass Wang:Â can't be tamed, monte carlo. nor can loverboy. come keep him company.
The block button towards the top of your message thread looks incredibly tempting. Just a single click and you'll never have to deal with Jackson Wang and his dumb parties ever again.
Part of you can't believe you've ever been associated with them, as it is.
Summer defied the conventions of the life you've built for yourself. You weren't the person you thought you were.
Kicking off your shoes when you arrive home, the door slams shut behind you. A gentle voice calls through to check if it's you.
"Maria's still working," you say as you walk into the kitchen, tossing your bag down on the floor and your phone on the counter.
Taehyung, your best friend since your first week at college, is cooking himself dinner, but offers you a spoon of the tomato sauce he's making. Humming as you taste it, you're amazed by how he manages to make even the simplest thing delicious.
"S'good. What is that? Cumin?"
Nodding, he smiles. "A little paprika, too. You want some?"
His hair is dishevelled, blonde and sunkissed from the sweltering summer skies. He always looks great with a tan; radiant and full of youth.
Shaking your head, you really don't have an appetite. "Think I'm gonna have an early night."
He's about to reply when your phone buzzes. Both of you glance down. Your skin feels red hot, and when Taehyung almost chokes on the spoonful of sauce he's just tried, he's all sorts of confused.
"Why the fuck is Jackson Wang messaging you?"
"Hmm?" You hum as if you have no idea what he's talking about. Realise from the look on his face that he doesn't buy it for a second. "Oh! That Jackson Wang. Think he sent a text to his entire contact list. Something about a party."
"No," Taehyung asserts. "Absolutely not. You cannot bullshit out of this one."
"It's not bullshit," you whine as you pretend to look in the fridge for something to drink. Settle on a beer left by one of Taehyung's friends at a party held last semester. It wasn't quite a Jackson Wang level party, but nothing ever is. "He's just trying to drum up numbers for his stupid party tonight."
Taehyung is many things, but stupid he is not. Though he's blonde (thanks to a bottle of bleach and a few too many jack and cokes), he bends all the stereotypes. His tuition is covered by a scholarship for academic excellence.
"Don't give me that bull."
"It's not bull!"
"So you're telling me, out of everyone at our college, the Jackson Wang is texting you to make up numbers for his party?"
"Yes!" you exclaim, partially a little offended at it being such an unfathomable idea. "And he said you can come too, so maybe you're the one he's really after!"
His expression is flat. You are paper thin.
He's known you long enough to know when you're giving him half-truths.
He also knows you spent the summer alone in this house, and that there's a new toothbrush in the bathroom next to yours.
"You're hooking up with him, aren't you?"
"No!"
Out of everyone to be accused of sleeping with, Jackson Wang is, like, the worst of the worst. He's handsome, sure, but he's also slept with pretty much every girl on campus. Is a teenage boy in a grown adult's body. You'd rather not fornicate with a guy who still finds 'your mum' jokes funny.
Taehyung gasps at your immediate denial. "You are!"
"I'm not!"
"All that talk about saving it for someone special, and you mean to tell me you went and lost it to Jackson fuckin' Wang?!"
Everything about this conversation is making you want to punch yourself in the face. The topic of sex, and just why you've never gotten around to it, has dominated many conversations around this dining table. If you have to discuss it again, you might move out.
"Oh my God," you whine, throwing your head back. "We are not having this conversation."
"Yes, we are."
"No, we're not, because I didn't lose my virginity to Jackson Wang!" You stress. The more you think about it, the more offended you are.
"To Jackson Wang," Taehyung echoes, as he begins to join invisible dots. "But you did lose it to someone."
"No," you insist, but Taehyung refuses to buy it. Knows you too damn well.
He always thought he'd know when you lost it. That it'd be a boy you'd been dating. Committed to. Someone good. Someone worthy. Not someone you keep in the shadows.
"There's something you're not telling me," he frowns. "What the fuck happened this summer?"
With a sigh so deep it's a miracle you're still breathing, you relent. Never signed one of those NDA's you're convinced Jungkook must hand out like candy, as if he's some sort of celebrity and not just some college reprobate.
"Jungkook," you feebly admit. Take a sip on your beer. Don't look at Taheyung, 'cause you're afraid to see his reaction. "Wasn't Jackson. Was Jungkook."
You tell Taehyung everything. How Jungkook never knew you were a virgin. How he still doesn't. How you blame yourself for your hurt, but him for not getting you any band aids to help deal with it; for not kissing you better when he was the one to cause you such hurt in the first place.
As you recite you memories, you play a game against yourself:Â take a sip every time you want to cry.
By the time you've told Taehyung the nitty-gritty truth, the bottle of wine that had been in the fridge is finished, as well as your beer.
"I can't believe this," Taehyung says for what feels like the billionth time.
There's a certain shame that comes with Taehyung's confusion.
Embarrassment, like the way Jungkook would cringe at himself whenever he stumbled on his words, or the way you'd covered your reddening cheeks with your hands when he teased you for looking at him in the way you did.
Remorse of time wasted before him, and time wasted with him.
Regret of the things you did and the things he didn't.
It's all very confusing. Exhausting. If you were to really think about it, you'd spend a week in bed with a box of tissues. Would ask Taehyung why he didn't warn you that a heart could feel this horrid.
But he did, and you damn well know it.
Shrugging, you reach for the bottle and split the final few glugs between your glasses.
"We were just bored," you play it off. "Had nothing better to do. No one better to do."
But Taehyung shakes his head. "You don't have to do that, yanno. Pretend like it didn't matter. It's okay that it did. Even if he is a prick, and even if he's no better than the rest of them. It's okay that it hurts."
You're silent when he says this.
Despite your teasing, you never really thought Jungkook was much of a player.
But his friends are back now, and you've been relegated to the sidelines. Doesn't matter if he spent weeksâmonthsâplaying in no field but yours. Greener pastures have presumably sprouted. Your turf is wrecked from his carelessness, and he's left you to heal yourself while he goes and wrecks another.
Whoever he was pretending to be in the summer isn't who he is now that his friends are backâbut when they're laughing and joking in the basement of the Conservatory that evening, Jungkook knows which version of himself he prefers.
"You need to get laid," Jimin tells Jungkook with a laugh. "Never seen a man look so bloody miserable at a party."
Of all the things Jungkook needs, getting laid is not one of them. In fact, he thinks it would be a very sensible idea if he never got laid again. Sex is messy. People get all emotional over it.
Or more so, he gets all emotional over it.
Had never been the type to, before. Always thought it was something that just happened to other people. Not to him.
He pushes the thoughts aside. Feels a little sick. Shrugs off Jimin's remark.
"If I wanted to get laid, I would get laid."
"So why don't you? Will do us all a favour. Claudia's beenâ"
"I couldn't give a fuck," Jungkook interrupts Jimin. "I'm not interested."
He never has been. Wants nothing to do with this university, and the men that run it, and so would never date one of their daughters.
They're all corrupt. Every last one of them. All cheat on their wives. All throw their families under the bus for their own selfish exploits. His own father's affair has proven this to him.
Jungkook pities his friends. Just because their parents haven't fucked up yet, doesn't mean they won't.
"Oi, Loverboy," Jackson calls from across the room, breaking the tension only to replace it with a headache for Jungkook. "Where's your little girlfriend? I told her to come."
"Who?" Jimin chirps.
Jungkook grates his jaw. Is deadly serious when he says, "Leave it, Jackson."
"Trouble in paradise for our lovebirds, huh?"
"I said leave it."
"Who the fuck is he talking about?" Jimin continues to ask, incredibly curious about this turn of events. Leave town for a couple of months, he thinks, and everything changes.
"No one."
"That one from the diner," Jackson just continues fuckin' talking. Jungkook wants to scream. "The one with a stick up her assâ"
"Jackson, cut it out," Jungkook snaps. "She's no one. Just fuckin' leave it."
"You ashamed, huh, Loverboy?" Jackson berates him a little bit. He isn't trying to be a dick, but he thinks Jungkook is acting like a tool. Jackson is no saint, but at least he doesn't ever pretend to be something he's not. "Poor girl. Wear her like your favourite pair of shoes all summer and then throw her to the trash when your friends come back? I thought better of you. So did she, probably. Shame."
Of all the people Jungkook ever expected to receive lessons in morality from, Jackson Wang was not the one. He parades himself around the Conservatory like Hugh Hefner reincarnated, his class attributed to money and not behaviours.
"The fuck have you been doing this summer, Kook?" Jimin laughs, utterly dumbfounded by his reactions.
They've all had their fair share of less than conventional lovers. If Jungkook has been fucking around with a girl from the Diner, then so what? Who cares?
"Nothing," Jungkook snaps.
It's not that he's ashamed.Â
It's that you're separate.
When he's with you, all of thisâthe bullshit of college life and calamity of his family falling apartâdissolves into nothingness. He doesn't have to think. Finds himself at ease.
If you were to ever become a part of his lifeâhis real one, not the one he got so used to living in with you over the summerâthen it'd all change.
He doesn't want that.
He wants you to be a safe haven.
A refuge point can't be in the midst of a fire, though. He has to keep you away. At arms length.
But god damn, he wishes you would come and put out his fire. He's struggling. Finds existing without you so fucking hard. Doesn't know at which point he became so dependent, but knows his oxygen is running low.
He's suffocating. Isn't sure how much longer he can keep this up.
"Yeah, sure seems like nothing," Jimin smirks with a shake of his head as Jungkook storms off to get some much needed air. "Oi, Jackson, what was that all about?"
With a shrug, and yet another girl on his arm, Jackson grins. Puts on a pathetic little voice to mimic Jungkook's tantrum. "Fink baby boy has a wittle cwush."
"Girl from the diner?" Jimin implores, still smirking at Jackson's dumb humour. "Which one?"
"You really have to ask?"
For all of his mystery, Jungkook has never been a man of subtleties. His eyes give him away.
They always have done.
When he was looking at the menu board earlier that day? It was obvious.
Before college broke up for summer, and how Jungkook would always cast his eyes down to his hands whenever you, specifically, came to take their order? It was obvious.
How Jungkook would always make sure he was on the side of the booth that gave him ample opportunity to steal glances of you? It was so fucking obvious.
Sometimes he'd laugh at the slightly sarcastic remarks you gave Claudia whenever she would ask irritating questions about the menu.
When they were deciding where to eat, Jungkook would suggest the Montgomery's Diner, always.
So, no, Jimin doesn't really have to ask.
"Stupid prick," he sighs, sipping on his beer. Loves Jungkook to absolute death, but will never understand him. Figures that maybe you do. Worries that Jungkook is about to wreck it all. He calls after Jackson, "She here tonight?"
"Invited her," he calls back. "But she's got an attitude problem to rival his. Fuck knows if she's around. You'll feel her ice before you see her."
Which is funny, because the lingering summer heat sticks to your skin as you nervously meander up a driveway you know all too well.
The Conservatory is decidedly not a conservatory.
It's a complex. A maze of buildings, and greenhouses, and fuck knows what else. You've no interest in gardening, but if excelling at it meant living somewhere like this, maybe you'd consider taking it up as a hobby.
The buildings are mostly redbrick, with large windows, and even larger doors. It's the kind of place you'd imagine a Duke of some far away land prancing about in. Playing croquet, or secretly courting a lowly village girl that his parents will never approve of.
The irony isn't lost on you.
"Wait, how do I look?" Taehyung asks for what feels like the hundredth time. "Not too dressy?"
"You're wearing a waistcoat," you reply, face twisted in affectionate condemnation. He looks great, but he also does look far too dressy. It's his 'look', though, and one that'll get him attention, both good and bad.
If Kim Taehyung walked around with the arrogance his handsome face warranted him with, he'd be the heartthrob of the campus. You think even Claudia would want a slice of himâand given his distaste for the elite yet pining desire to be on their level, it'd be quite the complex pairing.
All of the other men here are in t-shirts, but Taehyung has never been like other men. It's part of the reason you like him so much.
One thing, however, you don't like about Taehyung is his domineering need to 'fix' things. It comes from a place of love, and he only ever does it because he cares, but it's not always in your best interest.
When he told you to go and get changed out of your work uniform, you thought he was planning on taking you to a bar. That you'd be drowning your sorrows over wine you can't afford.
You would never agree to go to the Conservatory. Not now.
Which is why he didn't tell you of his plan.
Instead, he ordered a cab and didn't give you the chance to protest. You were already halfway there by the time you realised.
"Why don't we just go home?" You whine, tugging on his arm as you stand by the gate that leads through the gardensâthe same ones you used to traipse around in with Jungkook. "We don't need to be here."
"Uh-uh," he shakes his head, firmly standing his ground. "I've avoided this place for two years, and the second my back is turned it becomes your new home. The least you could do is invite me round for dinner."
"It's not my new homeâ"
"MONTGOMERY!"
The voice of Jackson Wang yelling across the front lawn makes you want to shrivel up and die. Sink down into the ground. You'd make great compost for the botanists.
"Y'know, you and Loverboy really need to stop lying so much," he says with an incredibly intoxicated grin as he lumbers towards you. You'll never admit it, but part of you is pleased to see him. "First you saying you weren't coming, then him telling everyone nothing happened between you. Both as bad as one another."
Nothing happened between you.
It doesn't surprise you, but it does sting. And it also confuses you. Why on earth would you be a topic of conversation? The people here know you as Montgomery. The girl from the diner. You're nothing but a background character to them.
"What did he say?" You ask, disregarding everything else, not even bothering to introduce Taehyung. He's finding all of this incredibly bewildering.
"Oh, Jimin was grilling him," Jackson waves his hands around, disregarding it. "Kept saying you were no one. Refused to admit that he'd practically tied his laces with yours for the whole summer. Don't you worry, though, Monte Carlo. I had your back. Set the record straight."
Jackson Wang having your back isn't something you ever expected to happen.
Jeon Jungkook's absolute denial of your clandestine affaire de cĹur is, disappointingly, something you expected.
It doesn't mean that it comes without hurt. If anything, it's far more visceral, for you only have yourself to blame. These wounds are self-inflicted, even if they're carved with a knife Jungkook crafted out of silly affirmations he never should have made.
"Where is he?" You ask, cold in your tone.
Jackson shrugs. "Try the basement. S'where I last saw him."
As Jackson saunters off to find another poor partygoer to mildly offend, you're left with a bad taste in your mouth. You've been irritated since you saw Jungkook earlier that day.
How he can just show up at the diner and act like he doesn't even know you, let alone knows what it's like to wake up next to you, is beyond insulting.
"C'mon," Taehyung urges you along. "I need a drink, and you could use three."
Conversely, you think you need an entire bottle.
A bottle of what, you don't care. Just something strong. Anything other than the shitty, overpriced whisky Jungkook always insisted on drinking.
"Fine. But we're not going to the basement."
It's perplexing to walk the halls of the Conservatory without Jungkook; to pass by strangers who have no idea who you are, but who know and admire him as if he's some sort of Hollywood celebrity.
They don't know him like you do. Don't know what it feels like to have his hand around their throat, or his fingers gently intertwined with theirs. They've never heard him laugh like you have.
And yet when you're a few drinks deep, and on the verge of calling a cab to go home, you hear that laugh again and wonder how he can bear to be happy right now.
Glancing up, his face is unreadable. The lights are dim, and the shadows obscure the painful furrowing of his brows. He looks just the same as he did back in the diner earlier that day. Perplexed. In pain. Somehow perfectly fine, too.
The group he's in is small. Some of them you know, some of them you don't.
Claudia sits across from him on the lap of some other guy, yet she doesn't take her eyes off Jungkook. She laughs a little harder at his jokes. Directs questions to him. Flirts with other people in front of him to no avail.Â
Not even now, after summer when her skin is sunkissed and her radiance is rejuvenated, can she keep his attention.
In fact, none of them can once he spots you from across the room. The big lights are off, fairy lights strung up, and a sunset lamp pours a clementine hue over you.
Summer becomes you, he thinksâadoresâfrom afar.
The year is a body, and you're eternally condemned to its heart. That's where he'll keep you. Where you belong.
Had it been springâthe brain of the yearâwhen he'd been hauled up in that diner, he never would have let things get as far as they did.
Had it been winterâthe cunt of the year, for lack of a better termâhe would have let it get that far, and he wouldn't have felt bad about it, either.
But Autumn is drawing close. The gut. The time to trust his intuition, and he damn well knows it.
A hand wraps itself around your wrist, dragging you away from his car crash eyes. Jungkook slips into the dull shadows of the room, right where he belongs. Was foolish of you to ever think otherwise.
"Do you mind?" you snap, but let yourself be dragged away regardless. Part of you hopes it'll make Jungkook do something. You're not sure what. Just something.
The man who is leading you astray is familiar. Recognisable. Park Jimin.
Though he's not aggressive, he definitely isn't gentle as he leads you out to the gardens. Lets go of your wrist by an overgrown shrub just beyond the benches that are made for drunken DMC's. He isn't after one of them. Wants the facts.
"Cut the bullshit," he says.
"No hello?" You chirp. "Nice to see you? Or better yet, an introduction?"
"You know who I am," Jimin tells you, expression flat. You hate that the arrogant fucker is right. "But I know fuck all about you, and apparently you're the reason Jungkook is walking around like death warmed up. So cut the bull. What happened?"
Frankly it's none of Jimin's business. Even if he's done you wrong, Jungkook trusted you. You're not gonna throw that back in his face and air his dirty laundryâespecially not considering that Jimin is Jungkook's friend. If Jungkook wanted him to know, he'd have told him.
"Nothing," you tell him. "Barely even know him."
Jimin sighs. Jackson was right. There's a reason why you and Jungkook got along so well. Are both insufferable.
Glancing behind you, Jimin raises his brows.
You turn to face his line of vision, and fail to hide your surprise when you see Jungkook by the back door. Like a deer in headlights, he's frozen in place, his darling bambi eyes so startled he almost looks scared.
"So if you barely know him," Jimin continues as you and Jungkook stare one another out. "Why the fuck is he looking at you like he's seen a ghost?"
It takes a second or so, but you manage to pull your gaze away. Turn back to face Jimin. Shrug. Play dumb.
"Mistaken identity."
"Oh, I get it," Jimin smirks, knowing you aren't gonna give him an easy way out. Needs to bamboozle answers out of you. "You both went to the same bullshitting classes over summer? Is that it?"
You're surprised to find yourself smiling. Surprised that you find humour in Jimin's words. Surprised that you aren't rolling your eyes.
He's always been the Untouchable that has annoyed you the most. Is too loud. Laughs at the most obnoxious things.
"Top of the class," you reply because it somehow feels okay to joke with him. Perhaps spending so much time with Jungkook has lowered you Park Jimin-related intolerance. Not cured it, by any means, but definitely made it easier to manage.
"Academic rivals," Jimin supposes, realising that maybe there's a little more to you than he's ever given you credit for. "That's pretty hot."
"He seemed to think so," you lament, knowing that you're revealing a far more truthful rendition of your time spent with Jungkook. Or at least, admitting that time was spent together.
With a sigh, you walk a little further into the garden. Cross your arms. Look back over your shoulder to the door, only to find Jungkook is gone. It shouldn't upset you like it does, but you find your lips pressing together in a small pout.
"Look," Jimin says, exhaling a breath so deep you're sure his lungs must be empty. He comes to stand beside you, looking across the vast expanse of the gardens. "I'm not asking for your life story. If you don't give a shit about Kook, then that's fine, I'll leave you alone. But he's my best friend, and I've never seen him like this."
Glancing at Jimin, there's a taut discomfort on your face. Guilt, almostâbut you've not done anything wrong. It's on him. He's the one who chose for things to be this way.
"I give a shit," you quietly admit as you look back out towards the garden, then sigh out a pitiful laugh. "You know him. You know what he's like. Of course I give a shit."
Quite honestly you think it's impossible to not fall for Jungkook. He's everything you're hardwired to appreciate: hardworking, charming, incredibly funny. You lost count of how many nights dissolved into laughter with him. Had never known your cheeks to hurt so much.
He was gentle, too. Stroked his thumbs against your cheeks just as often as he made them ache.
It's your heart that's aching now, and he's not around to soothe your woes.
Back inside, Jungkook feels so viscerally unwell that he thinks he might be sick. Or maybe he's actually dying. One of the two.
This is everything he didn't want. You were supposed to be separate. Supposed to be a sanctuary away from this all.
You're in the thick of it, now. Jimin is grilling you, and Jungkook doesn't know what to do. It's too much. All of it. The party, the people, the fact that you look at him with ice in your eyes when he knows damn well they used to harbour the warmest of fires.
Beelining for the basement, he kind of hopes the ground will swallow him up. Stop him from making the bad decisions he seems to find so god damn irresistible.
As he yanks open the small fridge at the back of the basement, Jungkook doesn't care what he drinks. Just needs something to help soothe his fragile mine; to make him feel better, 'cause lord knows you won't.
Reaching for a beer, he doesn't ask around to see if it belongs to anyone. Finders keepers. He's an Untouchable. This place is basically his by birthright. No one is gonna argue against him.
But Kim Taehyung isn't just anyone.
"So, when you apologise for being a gargantuan pillock, are you planning on also trying to win her over? Or will you just clean your conscience and wipe yourself clean of her, too?"
Jungkook's jaw tenses as his teeth grit together. "Don't know what you're on about."
"Had a girl in tears at my dinner table earlier tonight," Taehyung exaggerates. Just wants Jungkook to feel as awful as he knows you do. "Your friends might not give a shit about your well-being, but I give a shit about mine."
And for some reason, this irks Jungkook. He gives a shit about you. Cares so much he's been torturing himself by staying away. Thinks it's better for you both.
If it truly was, neither of you would be feeling so gut-wrenchingly awful.
He knows you're angry. You've made that perfectly clear.
But he also knows you do cry when you're frustrated. Was a lesson learned when you were stressed over the diner roof leaking one night during the monsoons when no one else was in to help you fix it.
It was the first night he offered you a lift home. Had taken pity on you. Had also liaised with the college maintenance guy to check it out the next day, even if the diner wasn't technically part of campus.
Because Jungkook does give a shit about your well-being, and he refutes the claim that he doesn't.
"So what? You here to tell me to stay away?" Jungkook scoffs as he prizes off the cap of the bottle. Swigs down a sip. Then another, 'cause he's not wankered enough for this.
"I'm here to tell you that you're an asshole," Taehyung asserts. "She didn't deserve to be used by you for the summer and then tossed to the trash just because semesters starting up again."
The roll of Jungkook's eyes is so weighted that it almost feels as if they'll get lodged in the back of his skull. The last time they'd rolled that deep was in bed with you. Back then it was because his body was so divinely out of sync that his muscles couldn't keep up with his actions. This time, pleasure is the furthest thing away from how he's feeling.
"You want me nowhere near her, but the fact I'm staying away makes me an asshole?" Jungkook petulantly laughs. "Can't ever fuckin' win, can I?"
"This isn't about winning or losing," Taehyung argues back. "She trusted you."
Jungkook doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. He's not betrayed your trust. Has kept all your secrets. Tried his best to keep you secret, too.
"What was she to you, huh? Some project? A virginity to get under your belt? Something to pass the timeâ"
"I don't know who you think I am," Jungkook snaps, fed up being accused of something he's not. "But not once did I ever treat her badly, okay? Iâ" He cuts himself off. Doesn't know how to articulate himself. "Weâ Look, you just don't get it. You don't know me. I was nothing but fuckin' nice. Okay? And she was nice. And it was nice. And we..." He trails off. Realises what Taehyung said. "The fuck do you mean, 'virginity to get under your belt'?"
It's about now that Taehyung realises he's said too much.
But every cloud has a silver lining.
"Talk to her," Taehyung shrugs as he begins to walk away. "Not me."
He leaves a scowling Jungkook by the fridge. Heads to the stairs, and once he reaches the top, is yanked away by a small but mighty force.
"You," Jimin asserts. "With me. Now."
The sound of three knocks on the bathroom door serve as a signal:Â let me in.
A panicked text from Taehyung had practically begged you to go to the basement bathroom and wait for him there. Said there was drama that he needed to talk with you about.
And you believed him, 'cause you're a few too many drinks deep and honestly could do with the respite.
Perched up on the countertop by the sink, you reach over and unhook the latch, giving Taehyung the all clear to come on in. Your legs languidly swing and your shoulders are slumped, this party well and truly over for you.
The only reason you're still here is because you know Taehyung's secretly been revelling in his first Conservatory party. You fear he'll want to come every weekend, now.
"You better not have your cock out," a playful voice you know all too well jokes, as the door pushes open. Eyes closed as he enters, he shuts the door behind him. Asks, "Am I safe to open my eyes?"
You're gonna kill Taehyung.Â
In the most loving but brutal way, you will absolutelymurder him for setting you up like this.
"Safe," you grimace.
Jungkook doesn't open his eyes. In fact, he presses them even tighter together. Frowns. "Jimin isn't in here, is he?"
"We've been bamboozled," you sigh, and as much as he doesn't want to, Jungkook smiles at your choice of words. Tips his head down, and open his eyes. Is a little too scared to look your way, for fear of being greeted with wrath.
"Their days are numbered," Jungkook assures you, quickly glancing across to try and work out how you're feeling.
"My sentiments exactly."
Jungkook goes to speak, but you both notice a grating metallic noise by the door. Immediately, Jungkook presses his hand down on the door handle, but there's absolutely no give. It won't budge
"Jimin," he calls, voice strong and domineering through the wooden panels. Hastily painted white, they're chipped and tarnished; covered in numbers and Instagram handles, rumours and declarations of love. It's not your first time locked in this bathroom with Jungkook, but the last was of your own choice. Had been you turning the lock with a smile and glint in your eyes that had promised him trouble. "Open it up."
"No can do," Jimins smugly sings from beyond the door. "Sort your shit out."
Hopping off the counter, you nudge in front of Jungkook to pound against the door with an open fist. Though he steps back, it's still the closest you've been with him since he left your bedroom a couple weeks ago. Part of you laments the fact he moved away from you. Part of him does, too.
"Tae," you try calling instead, hand banging on the door, but you're met with the exact same response.
"Figure it out," he calls back, but also adds, "And if he's still an insufferable asshole in five minutes time, I'll come let you out."
Despite everything, you laugh at this. Not so much because of Taehyung's words, but because Jungkook's face screws up like an old newspaper.
"What is it with him and calling me an asshole?" Jungkook mutters under his breath with a shake of his head.
The bathroom is smallâjust a toilet and sink built into a cabinet. There's a mirror covering the back wall over it, and another cabinet above it that you assume is filled with empty bottles and misplaced lipglosses. There's barely even enough room to breathe, although there is enough room to make Jeon Jungkook come undone in the least dignified of ways. You should know.
You wish you didn't.
"He calls you one because you are one," you assure him.
"Excuse me?"Â
"What?" You scoff, hopping back up on the counter, your eyes on his 'cause you want to watch the way he gets nasty. Wanna remind yourself of how horrible he can be. Replace the memories of him in this bathroom, 'cause in all reality, they're actually really lovely. Nice, even. Warm. Everything you're trying to convince yourself he's not. "Gone deaf as well as turned into a massive prick?"
"Jesus Christ," he says, rolling his eyes, turning back to face the door. Shakes at the handle. "Give it a rest."
"Why?" You ask as if butter wouldn't melt on your tongue. "Would it make life easier for you if I just wasn't around?"
Jungkook knows what you're doing. Has bickered with you enough times to understand your tricks. This is how you start; put words in his mouth that he can't defend against.
And so he doesn't try.
"Yep," he declares, turning to face you. "Way easier. Can you tell your friend I'm an asshole, still? Get us out of this place?"
You recline in defiance. Perched up on the counter next to the basin, your back is against a mirror. Legs crossed, you're in the same white summer dress you wore to your first party at the Conservatory.
Nearly everyone had been away for the summer.
You had spent the evening tucked up together on an armchair meant for one, him in the seat, you perched on the armrest, feet in his lap.
"People will talk, y'know," you'd assured him, elbows on your knees, chin in your palms.
"So let them talk," he'd smirked. "What's there to say? We're just sitting?"
It was strange for him to be seen with you. Even Jackson has been confused, but let it slide 'cause another partygoer is another partygoer. He cared for numbers, not names.
"Dunno," you had teased. "Might start talking about the way you look at me."
"Yeah?" He'd husked as his long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Gently pulled you closer.
"Yeah," you'd whispered, the sound of the music keeping your conversation obscure. "How long has it been that you've been looking at me for? A minute, already? Only one more until you fall in love, according to science."
"You tryna make me fall in love with you, Montgomery?"
"No," you'd innocently chirped, then pulled back. "Why? Were you?"
He'd shrugged. Sipped on his beer. "Guess we'll never know."
Looking at him now, you find it hard to believe he's the same person as he was back then.
"Why would I do that?" You feign naivety. "You're��not an asshole?"
He doesn't reply. Knows you're going somewhere with this. Leans his back against the wall opposite you and folds his arms as if to say, go on.
"Assholes fuck people over," you state. "You'd never do that. And you'd definitely never spend your summer in some poor girls sheets and then pretend like she doesn't exist in front of your friendsâ"
"There is it," he confirms. Knew it was coming. Didn't expect you to actually try and speak about things like adults. So fuckin' childish.
"Oh?" You chirp. "So you're well aware of the fact you're an asshole? Good. Glad we have that one sorted out."
"Yep," he confirms, mouth drawing to a thin line.
The fact he isn't engaging in the fight infuriates you. Just proves he doesn't care. That he fucked you over for sport.
"I'm an asshole," he says, voice full of snark. "You know it, I know it. There's no reason why you should want to be around me. No reason why you should waste your time."
"It's so funny," you gasp in fake surprise. "I was thinking the exact same thing! Isn't it so great that you came to this conclusion after you already wasted months of my life?"
He's silent, now. Cowardly.
"Y'know I always knew you were an obnoxious prick," you say, voice now soberly quiet. "But I didn't think you were this cruel, Kook."
"You know that's notâ"
"What?" You interrupt, voice growing louder with each question. "Not true? You woke up in my bed one morning, and then never spoke to me again. Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I don't know!" He shouts, and it surprises you both.
Raking his hand through his hair as he turns away from you, Jungkook wishes he had an answer. Wishes he could explain himself in a way that made sense to you both. Instead, he harshly swallows down his anger. Turns to face you again. Looks like he might cry.
Feels like it, too.Â
"Why didn't you tell me, huh?" He quietly asks.
"Tell you whaâ"
"That you were a virgin."
Your previous thoughts about murdering Taehyung return. Of all the things he could have divulged to Jungkook, and that's what he chose?!
Men, you internally scoff. All fuckin' idiots.
"Hardly relevant, is it?"
"Of course it is," he snaps, turning back to face you. "If I'd have knownâ"
"You'd have what? Ghosted me sooner? Made it into a fun little competition?"
"I didn't ghost you."
"Gaslighting, too, now are we?" You scoff. "Hold on, let me go and get my bingo card. Things Jungkook does that are absolutely fucking infuriating. Wanna cross it off the list. It's right next to how fast you drive your car, and how much I hate your stupid fucking alarm tone."
"Well good job you never have to hear it again, isn't it?"
"Why not? 'Cause you are ghosting me?"
"No, because this is fuckin' stupid," he says, yanking on the door handle, on the off chance it will finally budge. It doesn't. "You think I'm the devil reincarnated. You don't want me, so why bother with this? This is done. Us. Whatever the fuck it was. You never trusted me in the first place. Would have told me if you did. So just call your friend, tell him I'm an asshole. We're done."
"Oh, well you're two weeks too late for this conversation, don't you think?" you argue back with a cold laugh. "But has it ever occurred to you that my life doesn't revolve around you? That you aren't the reason I'm here? Jackson invited me."
"Ah, so that's what it is?" Jungkook sarcastically exclaims, your insatiable need to fight finally sinking into his skin. "You were just using me, huh? Getting those V-plates off, so you could be ready for him? Is that why you didn't tell me? Huh?"
The mere thought of hooking up with the college's very own Hugh Hefner makes you wanna gagâbut if it'll piss off Jungkook, maybe you'll consider it.
"Why would you care if I let him fuck me?" You ask with such pointed anger Jungkook can't help but feel like you're driving knives into his chest. "Do that thing you like with my tongue? You think he'd like my pussy, huh? Maybe I'd let him fuck me raw."
You never let Jungkook go unprotected. Insisted on it each and every time, and he complied even if he was a little pouty about it after you'd been fucking for a while. The trust was there. You were on the pill. He knew he was clean and had told you as such, but it made no difference.
To even suggest you'd let Jackson fuck you raw is laughable.
With a smirk on his lips, Jungkook edges towards you.
Put his hands on your crossed knees. Waits for you to jerk him awayâbut you don't. Instead, you watch on with salacious confusion. Say nothing. Not even when he uncrosses them, nor when he spreads them apart.
With a hand either side of your head against the mirror, Jungkook stands between your legs.
Looks down at you.
Is so close you can smell his aftershave.
A month ago, in a position like this, you'd have kissed him.
"Hm?" You cock your head. Repeat your question. "You think he'd like my pussy? How long do you think he'd take to cum? Longer than you, I hope."
Jaw tense, Jungkook swallows down the way he wants to curse you out. Closes his eyes. Lets his head dip further, his forehead now resting against the top of your head.
The contact is minimal, but God, you've missed it. Trapped in position by him, you'd forgotten how lovely it was to lose yourself to Jungkook.
"You're not being fair," he whispers. Whines, even.
"Fair?" You laugh, but it's gentle. Matches his tone. "You can hardly take the high ground on fairness, Jungkook."
He nods. Takes a second, and then pathetically begs: "Don't fuck him. Please."
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You know why," he says. Stands straighter, now. Rakes a hand through his hair. Looks down on you with such pained desperation you almost feel bad. He tries to speak, but struggles with his words again. Takes him a few attempts to get anything out. "I didn't like you because I was fucking you. I fucked you because I liked you. You know that. You know it wasn't...Fuck. You know what it was."
The past tense he speaks in cuts you up inside.
Jungkook shrugs in defeat when he's met with silence. Purses his lips. Eyes on yours, they're glassy. Watery, almost.
Yours are just as bad, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that? He's the one that cut you out. He did this.
"What did I do?" You ask, voice meagre and pathetic. Your vulnerability is mortifying, and yet you just can't help yourself as a tear streaks down your cheek. "What the fuck did I do that was so wrong, Kook?"
The heat of his hand scalds your skin as his thumb wipes away your tears. After his cold shoulder for the past two weeks, your body doesn't know how to respond. Should you be angry? Hurt? Comforted?
All you know is that you're more confused now than you ever were when you first started hooking up with him.
"Nothing," he quietly promises. Holds your cheeks in his hands. Rests his nose beside yours. Is far too close for a man who's been trying to stay away from you. Is beginning to realise that maybe his self-preservation was thinly veiled self-sabotage instead. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but it's been so fuckin' miserable, and then I didn't know how to fix things, and then it was all such a mess andâ"
The words Jungkook is yet to speak are lost in the soft press of your lips against his.
Brows furrowed, Jungkook's grip on your face tightens. Keeps you close, 'cause he feels the pressure of your lips waning but doesn't want you to pull away.
And so you don't. Instead you apply more pressure. Harder. Deeper.
It's not like kissing Jungkook is a new experience. You've done it upwards of a thousand times, now. You know his lips and his tongue, and how it likes to flick against yours; his piercings, and the frequency of his moans that vibrate into your mouth.
Kissing Jungkook is just as easy as it is hard. Easy, in the way he takes not a single considered thought. Hard, in how it becomes your only tangible thought for minutes, hours, days afterwards.
An eternity and a millisecond is lost in the kiss, just like the summer that lasted an age and yet was gone with the wind.
When your lips finally part, there's silence. Forehead resting on yours, Jungkook shakes his head ever so gently. Doesn't know how to articulate his thoughts. How to say sorry, or how to fix his mess.
While his logic was flawed, and his execution careless, his intentions had been good. As much as he had a life to go back to, and friends that wouldn't get it, so did you.
He knows they hate himâisn't ignorant to the roll of Maria's eyes every time they walk into Montgomery's, and has experienced Taehyung's disdain first-hand this evening.
He'd spent his summer getting out of the house to avoid the fall-out of his father's infidelity. Knows how much his family is suffering all because of a man who just couldn't control himself. Was trying to be better. Trying not to wreck both of your lives.
As he stands in the dingy bathroom of a party house, the lingering burn of your lips on his still smouldering, he knows that he wrecked you both regardless.
And so it's up to him to put you back together again.
"I'm sorry," you say as you break the kiss, mortified at how stupid of an impulse it had been. You don't that. Not anymore. A month ago, sure, kissing Jungkook in a dingy bathroom at a party house would have been exciting. Now, it just feels embarrassing. "I shouldn't haveâ"
His lips are on yours again, stealing your words from you. He doesn't want to hear you apologise. Knows that you don't need to. Also knows that he does need to.
"Don't," he quickly says between kisses. "Please, don't say sorry."
"But Iâ"
"Shut up," he smiles against your lips, shaking his head ever so slightly. He kisses you again, and this time it's soft. Pretty. Poetic, almost in how it makes you feel. And then he speaks, and you're reminded of just how easy it is to adore him, even when you know you shouldn't. "You know how much I've missed this? God, I've missed you so much. Please don't say sorry. I'm sorry. It's on me. I made a mistake, alright? I fucked up."Â
He pulls back. Has your cheeks in his hands as he makes sure your eyes are on his. They're dark, now, in the dim light of the bathroom you're in, but they've never been warmer.
"I mean it. I'm so fucking sorry," he whispers. Brows furrowed, lips pouty, he's got the kind of face you're hardwired to trust. To adore. Or maybe, it's just him, in general, that you're inclined to feel this way about. "Okay?"
His large hard hands are still holding your cheeks, as yours wrap around his wrists. With a shake of your head, you shrug. Pout, too.
An apology is appreciated, but it's just words. It's his actions that have been upsetting you. Not his words (or lack thereof).
"We're gonna leave this bathroom and you're gonna pretend like I don't exist again," you tell him.
The frown on his face deepens. "That's not true. And that's not what I was trying to do in the first place, either. I just thoughtâ"
"What? That it was a good idea to kiss me on my doorstep and promise you'd pick me up from work, only to never show? To ignore my texts? Toâ"
"No," he quietly admits, dropping his head between his shoulders. "I made the wrong callsâbut I can make it up to you. I want to make it up to you." He rests his forehead against yours. Quietly begs, "Please."
Slowly, Jungkook nudges his nose up against yours. Waits for permission.
Beyond the door, loud music thuds through the room. It obscures the conversation you've been having, keeping you just as secret as you always have been.
It's not like you told any of your friends, either, and when it came to telling Taehyung, you weren't exactly forthcoming. Perhaps you would have been the one to pretend like he didn't exist, had he not done it first.
"I want you," he husks against your lips.Â
"You wanna fuck me," you correct him, lips tantalisingly brushing his with every word.
"True," he admits. "But I also wanna send you dumb memes again, and go for drives after work, and wake up in your bed. I wanna go for breakfast, and I still need to cook you my world-famous makguksu. I want to have not been a dick for the past two weeks, but I can't change that. I just wanna be what I once was to you again."
"And what was that?" You encourage.
There was never any label. Realistically, there's no right answer.Â
Or at least there isn't, until Jungkook just simply says, "Yours."
And what else can you do when confronted by such a pathetic, yearnful admittance from him, except to give into how you're feeling, too?
Frantic in the way your hands are on his bodyâhis arms, his waist, around his throatâthere's a neediness to you. One he's missed. One he reciprocates, as his large palms stroke up your spread thighs, then get your legs wrapped around his hips.
The movements of your bodies are so well nurtured by now that you know what comes next; how the bulge in his trousers will press against your covered pussy, and how you'll whine at the contact no matter how minimal.
"Fuck," you whine as his hands slip under the skirt of your dress. It's an old routine at this point. He knows exactly where to go, what to do. His fingers press against the wet fabric of your underwear, just gently enough to make you moan a little harder into his mouth.
"Oh?" He smirks when he realises just how needy you are, his fingers stroking against your slick panties. "Missed me, too?"
"You're an asshole," you tell him with a smile. As his fingers get firmer, you can't help but whine. "You know I have."
He pulls back to look down at your body. Pushes the fabric of your dress out of the way. Curses when he realises the underwear you're wearing. Is his favourite pair. Red and lacy, there's a suspender belt to match it. While you're not wearing it right now, he's got pictures of you in it that belong in a fuckin' museum.
"Did you wanna fuck me tonight, huh?" He mumbles into your lips.
"Not everything is about you," you say with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Except it is. They're your favourite pair too, simply for how insanely he reacted to seeing you in them. Sure you're not in the full set up, but it was enough to have you feeling ever so confident as you left the house with Taehyung.
As his lips press against yours, his finger hooks beneath your underwear. Tugs them to the side. Gets you exposed for him.
"No?" He husks, as his fingers begin to sink between your soaked folds. "So this isn't about me, huh?"
You shake your head. Lie. "Never been less turned on."
He plays into your little theatrics. Has always enjoyed them.
"So you don't want me to do this?" He asks as his middle finger sinks into your entrance.
"Can't even feel it," you pretend, as if his thick knuckles aren't stroking against you in just the right way.
"No?" He grits. Sinks a second finger inside you. Gets you whining again, nails gripping onto his arms. His fingers slowly pump into you, easing you into the way it feels for him to be inside you.
There's something electric about Jungkook. Sends shivers through your spine. Always knew exactly how to manipulate your pussy into doing whatever he wanted, and now is no different. As you clench around him, he's overcome with satisfaction.
"This is just my fingers," he reminds you. "I don't think you can handle my cock."
Scoffing, you're desperately trying to pretend you aren't melting for him. "Please, I can handle it just fine."
"Sure you can, baby," he teases with so much arrogance you kinda wanna fight him againâbut it's also why you like him. He challenges you. Gets your brain in overdrive.
And when he crouches in front of the counter, eyes aligned with your exposed cunt, you think you might actually lose it entirely.
His hands are on your thighs, spreading you further, getting a good look at the mess between your legs. When he sighs, the shallow breath that escapes his lips feels like absolute sin against your wetness.
"Oh, you really haven't been fucked since me, have you?" He teases again. "Look at how fucking keen you are. Been missing my cock, huh?"
"My vibrator's been doing the job just fine," you assure him, but it has him pulling back to cock a brow in your direction. He knows many things about you that other people don't, but he was not aware you owned any sex toys. Finds that his cock only throbs even harder in his pants at this revelation.
"Maybe so," he husks, leaning closer just so he drags his flat tongue up your folds. Has to stop himself from moaning, 'cause the taste of you is somehow even better than his memories. "But it's not better than me."
With a point to prove, and a desperation to reclaim you as his own, Jungkook doesn't entertain chitchat any longer. He dives back in, tongue lapping against your lips as his fingers push back inside you. The way he curls them just right as his tongue flicks against your clit is enough to make anyone lose their head.
Hands tangling in his hair, you find your body responding to him in the way it always does; pathetically, needily, hungrily. There's no dignity to be found.
His tongue works against you like a well trained craft, until his lips latch around your swollen bud and begin to lightly suck on it. When he hums in satisfactionâwhich he does oftenâthe suction only grows stronger.
Gets you whimpering, "Like that. Fuck. Like that."
The build is just as undignified as you are. Your grip on his hair gets tighter, and the shake of your legs grows stronger. Dragging his tongue up and down your folds, he settles back on your clit. Flicks his pointed tongue against you until he knows you can't take it any longer and begins to suck again. Curves his fingers just right. Strokes you so gently that orgasm pours out of you like liquid gold. Guilds him into the most gorgeous aureate glow.
He doesn't ease. Keeps his lips wrapped around your clit. Makes sure you're spent.
When he finally releases you, he's breathing just as heavily as you are. Gets to his feet, fingers still plugged in your tight pussy. Is pleased to find you're just as insatiable as he is, pulling him in for the messiest of kisses as soon as you can. There's no care given for the fact he's covered in your arousal. You just want that tongue of his in your mouthâand when it is, you find yourself moaning from the withdrawal of his fingers.
Your hands reach to the waistband of his jeans to unhook his button. Get his zipper down. Your hands down the front of his trousers, when his thick cock is restricted by his tight boxer briefs. By the tip of his cock, a small wet patch resides; his desperation for you obvious. Gently rubbing your thumb across the pre-cum, all you can think about is his slit, and how you wanna kitten lick across it.
But it's been two weeks of near-constant pining, and all Jungkook wants is to bury himself inside you.
"Let me fuck you," he begs. "Please, baby."
If the girl who had first seen Jungkook in a shared lecture hall two years ago would have known she'd end up in a shitty bathroom with him begging for her, she'd have laughed. Wouldn't have believed it for a second.
Fresh-faced and so out of your comfort zone, the first few days at university were full of potential. It was before you had wised up to your place in the pecking order; when Jungkook was just a boy in your orientation class.
Skin kissed by European sun, there had been a radiance to him that seemed to captivate just about everyone. You weren't the only girl who had been sneaking glances his way.
You'd thought about him a lot in those first few weeks. Came to learn of his family ties around the same time you befriended Taehyung. Stopped seeing him around campus so much, and rarely ever thought of him.
But on those rare occasions you crossed paths, your gaze would always linger.
As he frees himself of his boxers, trousers suspended midway down his thighs, he gently rubs the tip of his cock between your folds and husks, "Always thought you were so pretty, y'know?"
Looking up at you for just a second, he smirks. Looks back down. Continues to rub himself against you, prepping himself with your slickness.
"Freshers week," he continues. "You never came to any of the parties."
The tip of his cock kisses your entrance, but doesn't penetrate. You stay in limbo just shy of what you both want.
"Had a stupid fuckin' crush on you," he admits. Has never acknowledged it before, but has always known. Kept it hidden. Safe. Secret.
"No, you didn't," you smile. He didn't even give you a second glance. Was always you seeking him out in lecture halls.
"I did," he says with absolute certainty. "You wore that little black sundress on our first day. Had ruffles on the shoulders."
It hangs in your wardrobe, a little out of style but still sweet in the right setting. You know the exact one he's talking about, because he's right. You did wear it on that very first day.
His cock nudges a little deeper. Enough to make you gasp, but not moan. Not yet. Gripping his arms, brows furrowed, you nod. He sinks himself just a little bit further. The feeling is overwhelming; fire on ice.
"Would have fucked you in that lecture hall, if you'd have let me," he smirks.
"You didn't even know my name," you counter, but he cuts your questioning off as he edges a little deeper, still. His hand dips to gently rub languid circles on your clit. He's not pushing himself any further, not yet. Wants to ease into how this feels.
"I did," he admits. "Listened extra hard during the roll call."
"So this has all been some big elaborate scheme to get into my pants, huh?"
"Is it working?" he jokes, leaning over to yank the cabinet above the sink open. A few random bottles and packets clatter into the sink, but he doesn't care.
He's looking on the top shelf, rifling through old boxes, sending more miscellaneous objects to their untimely demise. Spotting what he's after, he's assertive as he knocks the cabinet shut. Passes you the box.
"S'all there is. They alright?"
"Sure," you say, pulling one of the foil packets from the box. You check the date stamped on the frontâonly to see it's a year out of date. Some protection would be better than none, regardless of the date, but fuck it. You're on the pill. "You haven't fucked anyone else? In the last couple weeks?"
"What?" His brows contort in confusion. "No."
His expression softens, but is still laced with confusion when you toss the box of condoms down into the sink.
"I don't care. I don't want themâ"
You're cut off by the way Jungkook clasps your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. There's a seriousness to him now; the same demeanour he holds himself with when he was taking photographs. He's intentional. Assertive.
"Promise me," he says with stern certainty. "You want this?"
When he's got you like thisâlegs spread, body his to claim, your soul to takeâit's impossible to do anything but comply. See, things with Jungkook are reciprocal. Your feelings, your tortured misunderstanding of how a relationship could ever work, and his seriousness, now, too.
"I promise," you swear.
As a chaste kiss is pressed to your lips, his hands stroke down your spread thighs, pushing you a little further open for him.
"Can't unfuck me," he softly reminds you. Is taking his time not for the anticipation, but because he's scared. "If you fuck me rawâ"
"Then I fuck you raw," you simply repeat, knowing that it's up to you to ease his woes. If anyone should be scared, it's youâyet there's a safety that comes with being with Jungkook. Smirk, then say, "Trust me. I know I can't unfuck you. I've been trying to forgetâ"
"Ouch," he laughs, nudging his nose up against yours.
"âbut you're just..." you tailed off, not wanting to compliment him too highly. He's still in the dog house. "Memorable."
With a sardonic smile that he knows only means trouble, you reach down to grip his incredibly pert ass cheeks. Squeezing, just because you can, you encourage him to push even deeper into youâand he's the one who whines, now.
"God, you're so fuckin' tight," he praises with such pained desperation it almost sounds like he'll cry. He won't. It's just that he can't quite believe that he's raw inside you right now, and that you feel just as good as he always imagined. Better, even.
"Yeah?" You question, as you pull his hips closer, gasping as he finally sinks his full length into you once more. His fingers were thick, but they've got nothing on his cock. Like he's taken all the air from your lungs, your voice is all light and airy. Makes Jungkook even more insane.
"Yeah," he mumbles as he nods into a kiss that is just as feverant as his need to pulse his hips. He doesn't dare do it yet. Is waiting for you. "Feels so fuckin' good."
"So just fuck me," you hungrily moan into his lips.
You're challenging him deliberately, and it works a fucking treat when he pulls back with a grin. He doesn't withdraw himself, but he does pulse his hips ever so slightly. Keeps you plugged. Is just nudging even deeper into you as he keeps a hold on your thighs, keeping them spread nice and wide.
"Say please," he grunts as his pulsing becomes a singular deep thrust.
Your argumentative streak wants to fight.
You'll berate yourself later for the way you whimper, "Please."
His thick cock withdraws just a little to push back into you. He groans. Curses. Builds momentum. Speed.
The sound of his skin slapping against yours as he pounds himself into you is impossible to ignore. Your moans build. Double. Treble. He's grunting too, and then his lips are on your neck. It's a mess, quite frankly.
In the sordid shadows of this bathroom, your bodies become acquainted with an intimacy not yet bridged before. You can pretend to ignore each other in the hallways of your shared lecture buildings, but you'll never be able to ignore the desperation you have for one another. Jungkook was right. You can't unfuck him. And now he's fucking you raw, it only make it even more potent.
Harshly pulling himself out of you, Jungkook almost fuckin' cums on the spot when he realises how soaked he is from your arousal. It's not like it's a new thing, but skin on skin, it's so much more intense. Gasping from the sudden loss of pressure, you're a little unsteady. Lurch forward as if your body could stop him from withdrawing.
Holding the base of his thick shaft, Jungkook spanks against your pussy with his cock. Rubs your slick wetness around with his tip. Hooks his elbows under your thighs. Pulls you closer. Instructs, "Arms around my neck."
Wrapping an arm around your back, the other one tucks under your ass as he lifts you.
He turns. Presses your back to the wall, and lines himself up.
"Legs around me," he tells you, and as soon as you do, his cock pushes up into you again. He keeps you pinned against the wall as he begins to fuck himself into you, his lips pressing wet kisses to the curve of your neck.
The sight in the mirror behind him is lethal; his broad back covered by his shirt, but it doesn't matter. You know what he looks like. Know his muscles, and the valley of his spine, like the back of your own damn hand.
You wanna see it though. Give it a tug. Send him the right message. Get him tearing his shirt off and dropping it to the floor for you. Victory is so damn sweet.
"Kook," you whine as he really begins to get deep. "You're gonna make me cum."
"All over my cock, huh?" He grunts. "Gonna cum on cock, are you?"
His taunting only makes you whimper even more. "I'm so close."
And because he just likes to get you all whiney and needy, Jungkook stops. Puts you down. Gets you facing the mirror as you protest his unfair stealing of an orgasm.
But then he's lining himself up again, getting ready to take you from behind. Spanks your ass ever so quickly.
Sinking into you again, Jungkook curses. "Tighter like this."
"Good?" You pathetically check, and Jungkook can't help but think it's sweet.
"Yeah, babe," he promises, and pretends as if it's completely usual for him to speak to you so tenderly. "Feels so fuckin' good. Missed you so much, gorgeous. You and this tight cunt."
"Romance," you joke through your needy whines. He smirks at this, and delivers a curt little spank to your ass.
"I can be romantic," he assures you, as if you aren't being soundtracked by the sound of your skin slapping together, his thick cock fucking itself into your soaked hole.Â
His eyes rise from the steady gaze he'd had on your ass to your eyes.Â
Slowing himself, Jungkook holds his cock inside you without thrusting. Says, "I made that photo you took of us in your room my fuckin' phone wallpaper. I listen to that asmr guy you like before bed, every single fuckin' night. I keep one of your ribbons tied around my gearstick. That romantic enough for you?"
There's an incredibly bashful smile on your pretty face, which contradicts the way in which your pussy is tightening around him in the most lewd of ways. You're giggling when you say, "Shut up and fuck me."
But then he's giggling too, just how you like him to be. Says, "I missed your body, but I missed you more. Stupid."
"You're stupid."
"You're stupider."
"Kook," you laugh, as he's completely forgotten the task at hand. The way that he looks at you, you'd be forgiven for thinking he has. Truthfully, the connection he has with you is so much more than what sex has ever been for him before.Â
His hips lightly pulse, as he says, "Sorry. Where were we?"
"Think you were gonna make me cum."
"Ah, yeah. That. My bad."
His gentle thrusts begin to build pace once more. The grin on his face drops a little as he begins to concentrate on you. Watching him in the mirror, you're perplexed to be reminded of just how ethereal Jungkook looks when he fucks.
The deep ridge between his brows intensifies, as his mouth hands slack. His cheeks hollow a little, and his eyes remain entirely focused. Dark. Deep. Brooding.
As his hand dips around to gently stroke against your clit, Jungkook is just as taken away by the way you look. He isn't sure what it is that gets his heart so heavy in his chest, but he knows that he wants you to cum. Doesn't give a fuck about himself.
The walls of your cunt begin to tighten around his length as your moans deepen. You whine his name and he encourages a response, but neither of you can really talk. A numbness is washing over you, your balance unsteady.
"I'm gonna..." you begin, but find it impossible to finish.
"I know, baby," he nods all out of breath and desperately fucked out. "Give me what I want. Cum for me."
You trust and keep your eyes on him, but the nudging on his cock against your g-spot and the slow rubbing of your clit is just enough to tip you over.
"Kook," you whimper as your walls begin to tighten around him, but it's fruitless. There's a shake to your legs, and he's the only thing keeping you supported.
"Oh, fuck," he curses from the strength of your pussy around him. He's shaking just as much as you are. "Cream on this cock, baby. Oh, fuck. Yeah.Just like that. You're gonna make me cum, too. Gonna make me cum so fuckin' hard. All in your pussy. You want that, huh?"
It's as you're desperately whining, cumming all around his thick shaft that Jungkook feels his body lose control. There's a tightness to his balls, and a shudder to his sternum, that he hasn't felt since the last time he was in your bedroom. Last time he was in you, more specifically.
"Kook," you whimper his name, and that's when Jungkook really can't hold back.
"Yeah, babe," he rasps, as his hard thrusts become pathetic stutters. "I'm cumming."
The announcement isn't needed, for you swear you can almost feel it as his thick cum begins to fill you. The lack of a condom makes it all the more primal, the way his body shudders indicative of just how much cum he's filling you up with.Â
His body collapses on yours a little, his clammy torso pressed to your back. The dress you're wearing is barely on properly, and the feeling of his skin against yours is catastrophic. As intimate as sex is, it's this right now, the beat of his heart thrumming against your spine that is the real disaster. How you can ever look him in the eye again is beyond you.
But then his lips are pressing chaste kisses to the curve of your neck, and his hands are squeezing at your hips. He doesn't pull out. Keeps himself warm inside you. Says, "How the fuck am I ever supposed to give you up, huh?"
That's the thing.
He isn't supposed to, and you damn well know it.
Reaching back for some tissue to help you out, Jungkook slowly withdraws. Holds his hand beneath your pussy, then replaces it with tissue. Turns you around and lets you take over.
"Here's a radical idea," you offer, not looking at him as you quickly make sure you're decent. Stay standing with your legs crossed, just in case. "Don't."
Pulling his shirt back over his head, Jungkook presses his back to the wall. There's a distance between you, yes, but you don't really feel it, 'cause it's purely physical.
And it's not like it lasts for very long either, 'cause Jungkook decides he needs to kiss you all over again.
"Alright," he whispers against your lips. "Say we don't. Say I wanna be yours. What the fuck do we do now?"
You shrug. The answers aren't yours to decide. It's up to you both.
"Well, firstly I'm gonna text Tae," you hum. "Tell him you're still an asshole and that I need to be let out immediately."
It's been half an hour.
He came to check on things about ten minutes ago.
The music might be loud, but not loud enough to drown out the way you guys fuck.Â
Summer had been quiet. In his car, in your empty house, you've never had to keep it down before. Didn't even realise quite how loud you were being.
Which is why Jimin is the one who unlocks the outside bolt with a smirk a few minutes later, Taehyung watching on with a little disgusted grimace a metre or so back.
"Gross," he whisper shouts at you, but then he's smiling, too. Notices how Jungkook touches youâthe hand he has on the small of your back, and the way he clasps your hand as you begin to walk ahead of himâand finds it impossible to be mad.
"C'mon," Jimin calls behind himself, leading you up and out of the basement. "We're going to the diner."
"We?" You question, incredibly confused.
"We." He simply says. Doesn't leave it up for debate. Gathers up the rest of the Untouchables (though Claudia is noticeably absent), and tells them the same thing he told you. Drags Taehyung along as well.
Jungkook was scared of integrating you into his life, but there's no other way to do it. Has to rip the band aid off.
As you walk into Montgomery's, hand in hand with the boy who had spent his summer wasting away with you in here, both of you realise that maybe it isn't such a huge deal.
Or at least, you do until Maria clocks you. Eyes darting from you, to Jungkook, and then to your gently clasped hands, she's in a state of absolute shock. Almost drops her tray.
"Sorry, what the fuck?!"
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The Wolverine and His Bunny || Logan Howlett x Bunny Girl!Reader
summary: You and Logan have always butted heads and his constant, condescending reminders of your mutation don't help. It's not until your forced to train together and well, the tension is undeniable
warnings: MINORS DNI, SMUT, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, rough sex, a variety of bunny themed nicknames (Bunny, thumper, carrots), creampie, manhandling, pain kink (Logan), doggy style, dirty talk, blow job, mirror sex, slight choking, degradation, praise, he plays with your bunny ears oops, enemies to lovers kinda? Logan's a dick at first, teasing, being pinned down.
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a/n: Okay look, I thought this was hot and so I wrote it. Anyways happy October first everyone! Hoping to add my degeneracy to the long list of fics to come. This also ended up being more. angsty than i mean it to be. I think I have an angst problem oops
You hated him so much. He was. He was just a massive dick for no reason and you hated people like that. You get that he was the all mighty Wolverine who was indestructible or whatever but if he could act like a normal person for once in his life that would be great.
He wasn't even the leader of the damn team and yet every one seemed to act like he walked on fucking water. It's not like he was the only one on the team either. He may tell everyone he's a loner and he doesn't need help but we're the X-Men. Not just Wolverine.
It's just not fair.
You had the perfect plan. Planned down to the very second and Logan had to go and fuck it all up. Maybe it was an honest mistake but you highly doubted it. He always had a problem with you. You didn't understand why. The moment you showed up to the mansion he was hostile. Calling you stupid, condescending nicknames because of your mutation while ignoring the part of it that made you super smart.
You were fuming when the team got back from the mission. You stormed right past everyone to get to Logan. They shoot you apologetic looks but you paid them no mind.
"Logan!"
"What's got your panties in a twist bunny?" He leans against the jet hangar door. A cigar already lit in his mouth.
"Don't call me that asshole!" You shove his chest but he doesn't move. Your nose twitching in anger as he just laughs.
"I had a plan Logan. A good plan. A perfect. Plan. So tell me why as soon as you had the chance to, you ruined it!" He scoffs and blows a puff of smoke in your face. Your ears flatten against your head as you wave the smoke away.
"We finished the mission didn't we?." He says with a smirk. If this were a cartoon you'd surely have steam coming out of your ears by now.
"God you're nothing but a slimy little weasel sometimes!" You push your finger into his chest. He pushes your hand away and bares his teeth like an animal.
"You have no idea what it's like to actually be on the field so why don't you tuck your little tail between your legs and run back to the lab."
"Logan! That's enough." Jean scolds him harshly as you turn around and storm out of the room.
You feel tears welling up in your eyes but you force them down. Fuck him, you were an important part of the team. Whether he liked it or not.
It's like he lived to torture you. Ever since the day you told him off he seemed to just. appear. Constantly. Wherever you were he was there too. In the kitchen? He strolls right in for a soda. In the training room? He's already there. All sweaty and grunting and gross. You're outside near the water fountain, guess who strolls right on up. It was like he was stalking you or something.
Your ears perk up as you hear footsteps approaching your classroom. You taught most of the high level classes, the advanced ones for students who wished for more academic classes. So their tests were more complex to grade which is why you were still here so late into the night. Your nose twitches as a familiar scent fills your nose. Without even looking you let out a long sigh.
"What do you want weasel?"
"Now that's not very nice of you." Logan says with a smirk as he sits in the chair across from your desk. He puts his feet up on your desk. Right on top of the stack of papers.
"Can't you go bother someone else? Please. Like anyone else." He grins and you roll your eyes.
"But I just love your company." His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm.
"You're going to work yourself to death carrots. It's not good for you." The truth is he came to try and apologize for the other day but he just hasnât found the right time. Okay well thereâs been good times but he was never able to get the words out. So here he is trying his best.
He stands up and leans over your desk. You have to admit he's certainly an overwhelming presence. His face is inches away from yours, eyes staring into your soul with a wolfish grin on his face. He picks the pen out of your hand and throws it over his shoulder.
"Why not take the stick out of your ass and have a little fun?" Wow, for a second there you almost thought he cared.
"You know what Logan, just leave me alone."
"You know I'm trying to be nice here and all I'm catching is attitude." He growls. You slam your hands on the desk and stand up. Getting close to his face as your ears flatten. "
Nice? You think you're being nice?" You laugh in his face and he pushes back. Papers fly everywhere.
"Fine, work yourself to death I don't fucking care." He storms out of your room and slams your door loudly.
"Asshole!" You yell back. You turn back to see the mess of papers and sigh. Great, now your night got even longer. Logan mutters angrily as he stalks through the halls. So much for trying.
It's been at least a couple weeks since that night with Logan and thankfully he's finally decided to leave you alone. You barely saw him and in a weird way, you kind of missed him. Kind of. Barely. In fact you really enjoyed the peace. Your ears definitely didn't perk up when you heard Logan's voice on the other side of Professor Xavier's office. You push through the door and find Logan looking very pissed off.
"You wanted to see me?" You glance over at Logan who was fuming silently.
"Yes, I think it's time you join the team. On the field." You widen your eyes in surprise. You never considered yourself to be a field agent. Your mutation wasn't exactly built for combat. You were speedy but that's about it. Strategy and smarts were much more your speed.
"I think bringing you out on the field would be an immense help to your battle tactics. As Logan so kindly put it, being on the field is different from watching on the outside." You flash back to the harsh words Logan had said to you a while ago.
Logically it would be helpful for you to observe what missions were like first hand but you don't think you needed to be there. Still to get yourself a suit and be part of the team sounded nice too.
"And since it was his idea, Logan will be your instructor."
"What?!"
"Absolutely not." Charles gives you both a look, one that said to quiet down and you both reluctantly listen.
"I am not a fool, the two of you need to learn to work together. My decision is final." His tone leaves no room for argument and the two of you leave with scowls on your face.
"Alright thumper, hereâs how itâs going to go. Tomorrow. 7am in the training room. Think you can handle it?â He places his hand near your head. You roll your eyes and duck under his hand.
âYeah yeah, see you then Weasel.â
It feels like this was meant to be a punishment more than an assignment. You get that you and Logan havenât. exactly gotten along but to stick you together like this? Thatâs just mean. You showed up right at 7am the next morning dressed in workout clothes. Logan is already there dressed in his little gray sweatshirt, white tank top and sweatpants.
âSo you didnât run away? Good bunny.â He smirks as your face scrunches up in anger.
âFuck off.â Youâre already dreading this. If you could just survive an hour then you could never deal with him again.
"Okay, show me what you got." He stands in the center of the mat. Arms at his side with an expectant look on his face.
"What?"
"I heal bunny, so give me all you got. I need to see what I'm working with here." You take a deep breath and launch an attack.
You weren't helpless by any means but you werenât on the same level as Logan, even you could admit that. He barely flinched as you darted around the room. Striking him in a few places but he just stood there. It was starting to piss you off. You get that you werenât the fiercest but he could at least try and fucking help instead of wearing you out like this. You look around the room and see wooden poles used for combat training. He never said you had to just use your hands. You dart across the room and grab one, swinging it hard against his back. To your surprise it completely breaks. Shattering on impact. He grabs the broken half thatâs left in your hands and pulls it out of them.
âThatâs cheating,â
âNo itâs not. I was just using my resources.â He laughs and grabs your wrist. He slowly backs you up until you hit the wall.
âOh yeah? What youâre gonna find a really big stick out in the field?â He mocks.
âThis is useless.â He lets go and walks away from you.
You feel anger bubbling up in your chest. You donât belong. Youâre useless. What good are you to the X-Men? You are sick and tired of hearing shit like this all the fucking time and Logan was the worst about it. You launch yourself at him. Running as fast as you can and jumping on his back. It blindsides him, he tumbles to the ground. He grunts as you start to hit his back hard.
âWhat is your fucking problem!â He pushes you off and you wince as you hit the mat. You scramble away before he can get up and jump back onto him. Legs straddling his waist as you push his shoulders.
âWhy do you hate me so much?! What did I do to you?!â You take a swing and hit him square in the jaw. He looks surprised but shakes it off easily. He doesnât fight back, more in shock than angry at this point.
âI get that I donât have metal claws and I canât move stuff with my mind but Iâm part of the team too!â You swing your fist again but he catches it this time. He grabs your other one and pushes you to the ground roughly.
âFuck off!â You hiss as he crawls on top of you. Heâs heavier than a fucking boulder as he practically pins you to the ground.
âNo you shut up and fucking listen.â He growls. He still has your hands pinned to the floor. An almost animalistic look on his face.
âYou are so infuriating, everything about you drives me fucking crazy. So pretty, so smart, so easy to rile up.â He purrs. Your body feels like itâs on fire. What the hell is he even talking about?
âI say things without thinking sometimes but you, you make it so hard. Always running your mouth.â You squirm under him, trying to get free.
Then. He moans. He fucking moans.
You stop moving and stare up at him in surprise. Then you feel something hard against your stomach. Oh. Heâs hard.
âNo fucking way.â You say with a smirk. He may be on top of you but right now it feels like you have all the power here.
âDonât tell me you were an absolute dick because you liked me?â He doesnât deny it. Instead pressing you harder into the mat.
âShut up.â
âCouldnât handle your feelings so you decided to tease me like a fucking schoolboy.â You laugh and try and move your arms but he doesnât budge.
âYou know what I think, I think you need to lose the attitude carrots, I think a nice good fuck would do you good.â You scoff at his words.
âAnd you think youâre the one to do that? You couldnât make a girl cum if your life depended on it, Weasel.â
âIs that a challenge bunny? Come on, say it.â Heâs hot and horny but heâs giving you a way out.
If you tell him to fuck off heâll leave and you both can forget about it, but if you donât. If you say you want this. Well heâll finally shut you up like heâs been dreaming about. Thereâs a moment of silence between the two of you. Heâs breathing heavy like an animal and youâre studying his every move. Was this a bad idea? Probably. But you couldnât deny that Logan was hot and right now all you wanted was to suck him off until he was milked dry. Shit.
âYou can try, but I bet you wonât even last a minute.â He practically pounces on you. His face is buried in your neck as his hips grind against yours. You gasp as he bites your neck harshly. Eyes fluttering shut as he kisses it better.
âDreamed of this, my bunny all wet and needy for me.â He nibbles up to your ears. Practically purring at how soft they feel.
âNot your bunny yet.â You bite back. He lets go of your wrists and sits up on his knees. He rips open your bra without the least bit of resistance. Mouth drooling as he stares at your tits.
âFuck me.â He mutters as he harshly gropes your chest.
His thumb flicks over your nipple and you let out a squeak of pleasure. The last thing you wanted was for him to get an ego but fuck the way his hands feel on you is just so good. Theyâre rough and calloused and he is relentless in his movements. You almost whine when he stops playing with them, already missing his touch. He sheds his tank top, leaving him in all his muscled glory.
âLike what you see?â He asks cockily as he takes his pants off too.
âYou fucking wish.â You mutter unconvincingly. You take your nails and rake them down his chest making him moan.
âYou like a little pain donât you.â You tease, digging your nails into his skin harder.
âMaybe I do.â You yelp as he shreds your pants and underwear to shreds.
âThose were fucking expensive asshole-Fuck!â You gasp as he buries his face into your cunt. His hands locked on your thighs, moving isnât an option as he practically inhales your cunt.
âSmells so sweet, can always smell you bunny but up close is just. So much better.â You feel yourself start to melt under his rough hold. Heâs absolutely overwhelming.
âMaybe later Iâll finally get a taste but right now I think I need to put your mouth to better use.â He pulls you up onto your knees. Stroking his cock as he pushes you down. Shit heâs big but you donât even react, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
âCome on bunny, open up. Be a good girl for me.â Fuck him if he thinks heâs going to be in charge here. You smirk and take him as far down as you can.
âFuck!â He hisses, not prepared for you to do that.
âFuck slow down.â There's a hint of desperation in his voice and you feel a sense of pride. You pull back and spit on his cock. Using your hand you coat it, looking him right in the eyes as you roughly move your hand along his cock.
âI think you need a lesson too,â His eyes roll to the back of his head as you take as much of him as you can.
Choking as the tip hits the back of your throat. You are unrelenting, eating up every little desperate sound thatâs coming from his lips. Not so tough now are you Logan you think as you feel him twitching in your mouth. Heâs so damn close and its driving him wild. You feel a heavy hand bunch your ears and pull you off.
âAs much as I want to come down your throat and watch you swallow it allâŚâ He wipes some drool off your face as talks.
âI need to be inside that cunt.â Then he grabs your face and kisses you, actually kisses you. Youâre startled at first but melt into it. His lips are rough and he smells so much like tobacco and whiskey but fuck its intoxicating. Heâs big, rough, and so fucking hot.
âYouâre soaking wet bunny.â He taunts as he cups your cunt with his hands.
âI bet youâre just aching to be filled. Donât worry, I can help.â He manhandles you with his crazy strength till you're on your knees facing the mirrors.
âSee, youâre just shaking with anticipation.â He grins wickedly as he cups your face and forces you to look into the mirror.
Heâs not wrong. Heâs big and you can feel his cock nudging its way into your cunt. Youâre panting, hair a mess. His hand looks so good around your neck and he looks even more delicious. Your vision blurs as he slides himself inside of you. The air is knocked out of your lungs as you feel nothing but Logan. Head up in the fucking clouds as he gives you a moment to relax, whispering sweet words to help ground you back to earth.
âIs your dick inside of me the only way to get you to be nice?â You ask breathlessly. Logan grunts, not happy that youâre still able to speak beyond moaning his name.
âI can be nice, I can be real nice.â He slides out of you at a slow, agonizing pace before thrusting harshly back in. You claw at the mat as he sets a brutal pace. In and out. Slow and hard. Pulling desperate sounds from the depths of your throat.
âLogan please!â You beg, you need him so bad. Need to feel him, need him to rearrange your fucking guts. â
So polite, now thatâs more like it.â He leans in and kisses your neck roughly.
Claiming you as his own in his own animalistic way. He would tease you, continue to pull you apart on his cock for hours if he could. But the truth is he needed you. A deep carnal desire to render you completely fucked out. He leans back, pulling your back to his chest. He guides your hands to his arm.
âHold on bunny.â Your nails sink deep into his skin, drawing blood as he sets a brutal pace.
Pounding into you so hard you see stars. Fucking hell super human strength and stamina really is a gift. He coos in your ear when he notices you starting to slump in his arms. Your legs burned, he was reducing you to a puddle of nothing.
âYou okay pretty? Feel too good doesnât it.â You nod, words not forming in your brain anymore.
All you feel is pure bliss and Logan feels a surge of pride in being the one to do this. You catch his gaze in the mirror. His eyes filled with pure, raw lust. His face was twisted in focus, brows furrowed and mouth slightly open. His muscles were bulging with every move. You couldnât stop yourself from look. Watching as he buried his cock into you.
âI know youâre close, itâs okay. I got you bunny.â One of his hands slips down between your legs. He draws tight, harsh circles on your clit making you cry. Youâre squirming wildly, it feels too good. His fingers are too much but you donât want him to stop.
âShh, thatâs it. Just relax.â He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as you come hard.
Your legs canât stop shaking. Logan tightens his grip on you, keeping you up right as he fucks into you hard. Chasing his own release, thrusting wildly and you fucking swear he whimpers as he stills his hips deep inside. Filling you up and then some. Itâs a real shame when he pulls you, an empty feeling overtaking you. He loosens his grip and you almost face plant onto the mat.
âLogan..â You whine and he helps maneuver you to your back.
âSorry carrots, didnât mean to let you fall.â
âDonât call me carrots.â You mumble, still completely exhausted.
âOkay, whatever you say, carrots.â You huff as Logan helps you stand up.
Your clothes are completely ruined but he somehow finds some extra sets of clothes in the closet. When did he even get up? Maybe you were still a little lost.
âHey, you okay?â He cups your face gently. A slight look of worry in his face.
âAw, you do care.â You tease. He rolls his eyes but doesnât let go of you.
âI always cared.â
âHad a real shit way of showing it.â You snort and he just smiles softly.
âYeah. Guess I did.â To your embarrassment you still canât exactly walk right. Luckily Logan is right by your side. You mentally prepare yourself to tell people you hurt your leg or something when they ask why youâre limping so bad.
âI still donât know what I did to make you hate me.â You say quietly as you reach your dorm room. He sighs and gently plays with your ears. It tickles.
âI donât hate you, I never did. I just. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He canât articulate just why he acted the way he did. He wants to, he really does but it just. Doesnât come out. There's a long history of pain and loss and while you want to know why, an apology is certainly a start.
âThank you,â He smiles softly, then realizes heâs probably overstayed his welcome. As if you two werenât fucking in the training room less than 10 minutes ago.
âDo you want to stay?â He hesitates, unsure if this is truly what you want. If this line is ready to be crossed.
âYou owe me for ruining my clothes. Just one nap.â He relents, itâs easy when youâre looking at him like that.
âOkay bunny. Just one nap.â He shuts the door behind him, crawling into bed with you.
He feels a rumble in his chest as he sinks into your bed. Youâre soft and it feels like heâs meant to be here. You fall asleep quick, body aching and practically screaming for you to sleep. Logan stays awake for a while, just okay with being here. Just one nap he tells himself.Â
Heâs lying. Itâs never going to be just one nap.
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angsty fight between miguel and wife!reader
and then they make up yayayayay
Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete
âżŕ¸ş Paring âłâĽ Miguel OâHara x F!Reader
âżŕ¸ş Summary âłâĽ Miguel has been pushing you away for some time now. After a talk with a friend, you and Miguel try to sort things out.
âżŕ¸ş (A/n) âłâĽ Inspired by âDANCING IN THE DARKâ by Joji. Writing this made me think back on past crushes/lovers. But thank you for your request! I am also holding back on writing smut because it keeps getting labeled and it takes me longer to write.
âżŕ¸ş Word Count âłâĽ 1.4k
âżŕ¸ş Content Warnings âłâĽ Female reader, angst-to-fluff, swearing, Miguel is kinda a dick head, mentions of sleep deprivationâŚ
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You stood in his cold and dark office. The best source of light was his laptop but his huge frame blocked most of the light. You managed around the crumbled paper and thrown desk objects with a plate in hand.
âMiguel?â You peer over his shoulder, âI made you dinner.â
He nods.
âYou know you havenât eaten since yesterday.â
He nods again.
âAnd you know that youâve been here for a long time. I think itâs best for you to-â
âTake a break?â Miguel interrupts you, âI donât have time for that.â
âMiguel, Iâm sure whatever it is, it can wait a few minutes. All Iâm asking is for you to eat something.â You try to set the plate down.
âI thought I made it clear that I do not want to be bothered. Youâre distracting me. Leave.â
He didnât mean it like that⌠He didnât mean it like that. He didnât mean it like that. He didnât mean it like thatâŚ
âBut Mig-â
âI said go.â He growls, his eyes turning its blood red from anger, âYouâre becoming a nuisance.â
He didnât mean it like that.
âOkay.â You tried not to let the crack in your voice show. You didnât even bother to leave the plate behind because you knew it was going to be wasted.
âAnd donât bother me again.â You heard him say as you left his office.
You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you burst into tears. But your hands shook, nearly dropping the plate.
You choked down your sobs and let your tears fall, the plate was left in the fridge, and you pushed yourself to your bedroom. It was basically yours now since Miguel was sleeping in his office.
The sheets no longer lingered on his cologne and any sign of his presence was gone, other than his clothing and a few photos. The room has become a mess of discarded clothing, old plates and cups, and candy wrappers.
How long has it been since Miguel showed affection? Or even looked at you?
This was normal behavior for Miguel, right? You should know, youâre married to him. Youâre his wife. But he experienced loss, unlike you. You didnât want to judge him for how he deals with his emotions, heâs emotionally distant. You knew that from the start.
And because of this, you felt like he deserved more than what you could give him. Itâs what kept you going through the many times Miguel tore your heart, how it squeezed in pain at his actions and words. How you look the other way and ignore his hurtful words.
You couldnât sleep. You left the still cold bed and dressed in something warm and headed up to the roof.
You sat on the edge, looking at Nueva York. How beautiful it looked during the night, which is one of the reasons why you liked sitting up here.
âSitting all by yourself?â You tense up only to relax when you know that voice, âAt this time? All alone?â Peter B. lands next to you, his daughter in his arms.
âI would ask my husband to join me but heâs too busy.â You respond truthfully.
âAgain? Heâs been at this all week.â He sits next to you.
âYeah.â You huff.
âAnd⌠how are you holding up?â
âIâm fine.â
âReally? Because it doesnât look like it.â He offers Mayday who reaches out to you.
You take her and set her down on your lap, âI just donât know what to do, everything I do seems to bother Miguel. Checking up on him, bringing him food. It feels like heâs doing this on purpose.â
âMiguelâs always been difficult and from the time I spent with him⌠Heâs different, not like the rest of us. Heâs accepted his fate as Spider-Man and believes heâs destined for bad things 24/7. But good things do come along, like you. I think⌠I think heâs trying to come to terms that he can get it because he deserves it.â
Mayday coos, pulling at your hair, âAnd I think Miguel is scared. He puts on his tough act because he has to, yet heâs afraid to admit heâs scared. Normally, people wouldâve given up on him. Why havenât you?
âTill death do us part. I donât want to lose him. I donât give up on him because when you love someone, you love them every single day as who they are.â
âTalk about romantic.â
âOh please.â You look down at Mayday, âPlus I think-â
âThere you are.â You jump and this time, you remain tense, âI was looking for you.â
âNow youâre looking for me?â You respond, refusing to turn your head.
âItâs late, (Y/n). Itâs dangerous.â
âIâm here, sheâs alright.â Mayday jumps into her fatherâs arms.
âIâve already had enough of you. Please, (Y/n).â
âItâs fine.â You tell him, following Miguel inside.
You head to the bedroom, âWhere are you going?â
âBed.â
â(Y/n)-â
âIâm tired and I do not want to be bothered. That includes you too, Miguel.â
âExcuse me?â He follows you into the bedroom.
âYou heard me.â
âPlease, (Y/n), talk to me.â Miguel begs.
âIâm sorry, did you just say talk? Like I have been trying to do for the past week?â
â(Y/n)-â
âYou know what? No, no. You do not get to try to get me to talk after all of this. I have been trying, I have been all in. All I asked of you was to look after yourself.â
âI know.â
âYou know? You KNOW?â You scoff rather loudly, âDid you know that Lyla has even talked to me about your behavior? Iâm worried about you Miguel. All the damn time, even more when I see you not eating and staying up all night. All I ask is one minute, one bite of the damn food.â
âIâm⌠Iâm so sorry.â
âIs sorry all you have to say? Not even a half assed excuse?â You see Miguel trying to form a sentence but nothing leaves his left and his head hangs low, âI need to be alone.â
You walk past him but he grabs your arm, âPlease donât leave.â He says, âPlease donât walk out that door.â
âIâm sleeping on the couch, you could have the bed.â You look up at him.
âI love you, (Y/n). I know I donât say it as much but I fucking love you. Heâs right, you know. I am scared. Scared of everything. Because at first, I didnât think I could have that, have you. You let me hurt you and that is unforgivable.â
Heâs crying. Looking right at you, letting himself be bare right in front of you. His grip on your arm loosens and his hands come up to your face, cupping your cheeks. You could hear his staggered breathing, trying to keep himself composed.
âBut I wasnât lying when I said I love you, I wasnât lying when I said I wanted a family, and I wasnât lying when I said that you make me believe in love.â
âIâm always here for you, Miguel. You donât have to go through things alone, but when you want to, Iâm here.â You take one of his hands into yours, pulling it away from your face but keeping a tight hold on it.
âItâs not that easy. I hurt you, I understand why you donât want to.â
âI love you, Miguel. Weâll work on this. I promise you.â After a moment, Miguel practically tackles you, nearly falling to the ground. The hug is tight and warm, and you could feel your shirt become wet with Miguelâs tears.
âYouâre okay, right?â His voice cracks as he speaks through his sobs, âPlease tell me youâre okay.â
âI promise you, I am okay.â You whisper.
âIâll make it up to you, I swear.â
âYou can start by getting some rest. But youâve got a lot of apologies OâHara.â
You donât know how long you and Miguel stayed like this, nor did you care. All you cared about was Miguel and he felt complete at last.
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PARK JISUNG (nct dream)
score that goal! [jisung] by @lqfiles
football player!jisung x fem!reader | genre ăť humour, football/sports au, fluff, some angst, pining and eventually mutual pining, probably slow-burn, college au, strangers to lovers | status ăť completed!
summary ăť after your college had announced that all the students were required to join a club and attend it twice a week, you were planning on either a) dropping out, or b) join the art club and pretend to be sick most of the times. that was before you discovered that park jisung is a long time member of the football team. change in plans: you LOVE football.
game on! [jisung] by @hyuckswoman
astronomy major!jisung x astronomy major!reader | genre ăť humour, crack, strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, slow burn, y/n prefers dying over admitting her feelings, jisung is lowkey mean at times.. | status ăť ongoing!
summary ăť a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out heâs not exactly everything she hoped for⌠who wouldâve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer.
the bolter [jisung] by @lowkeychenle
idol!jisung x fem!reader | genre ăť SOCIAL MEDIA AU! :D suggestive, crack, funny haha stuff idk | status ăť completed!
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drum me, stupid! [jisung] by @jirsungs
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summary ăť a story about a college student enjoying her life in school perfectly fine, until one of her friends drags the group along to watch their school's band perform. little did she know that day would be marked as the day her whole world turned upside down because of a particular, nonchalant, and difficult drummer boy. a drummer boy who spilled his entire drink on her brand new outfit at a party and never came back.
linger [jisung] by @beomgewz
college student!jisung x fem!reader | genre ăť strangers to friends to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder, college!au, unrequited love (at first), angsty(?), drugs, slow burn | status ăť ongoing!
summary ăť despite all of your efforts, you still cannot get over your 5 year crush on the shy boy from high school. to top everything off, he has a long term girlfriend of 3 years!
HAECHAN (nct dream)
pay the price [haechan] by @lqfiles
neighbour!haechan x fem!reader | genre ăť enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, probably slow burn, humour, neighbours au | status ăť ongoing!
summary ăť after getting evicted out of your old place, you're left with no other choice but to look for a cheaper alternative. which is how you end up becoming neighbours with lee haechan, who has a passion for music and disturbing whatever peace and quiet there is.
one night only [haechan] by @mrkified
college-student!haechan x fem!reader | genre ăť secret relationship, slight enemies to lovers, college au, angst, fluff, crack/humor, band au | status ăť completed!
summary ăť three years since your falling out with lee donghyuck he has suddenly transfered to your college in hopes to make it big with his friends in his band. unfortunately for you, your unresolved friendship started causing problems between you and the people around you, especially since your best friend is his ex. so â why have you found yourself in his room with a raging hangover?
she's the man [haechan] by @yutarot
gamer!haechan x fem!reader | genre ăť humour, friends to lovers, college au, gamer!haechan, gamer!yn, everyoneâs a gamer actually, loosely based off the movie âsheâs the manâ, fem reader, slowburn, angst, plot heavy | status ăť completed!
summary ăť after you discover your love for gaming, you soon find out that your college wonât let you in any of their e-sports teams due to your gender. but what happens when your twin brother leaves town just before heâs about to start at a new college, where not even NCUâs e-sports captain, lee haechan knows anything about him? thereâs only one problem, your brotherâs crazy ex is trying to hunt you down. will they all find out your true identity? and will their views on you change if they discover who you really are?
divine timing [haechan] by @v1si0n
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summary ăť you confessed to your longtime crush, donghyuck, back in high school because you figured you guys would never see each other again. you begin to question your faith in the universe when you run into him on a rainy tuesday night, and you start seeing him every day after.
blooming hearts [haechan] by @jji-lee
flower shop owner!haechan x fem!reader | genre ăť humor , strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, maybe a little angst, fluff, slow burn, haechan and reader are oblivious and stubborn | status ăť completed!
summary ăť a new flower shop has opened up in front of your dorm housing and has been creating problem after problem for you. now you and shop owner, lee haechan have an ongoing feud that neither of you are willing to put to rest. as the weather cools and the flowers wither away maybe something else will begin to bloom between you twoâŚ
MARK (nct dream)
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KARINA (aespa)
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notes ăť if you guys have more aespa smau that you guys like it, pls send me! i'd really love more aespa fanfics to read!
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Amnesia | c.sc (m)
â Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x f. reader
â Summary: Choi Seungcheol has never been the type to commit to relationships - casual is more his thing. Youâre fine with that - except you and Seungcheol seem to be terrible at casual when it comes to one another.Â
â Word Count: 11,920
â Genre: Friends with benefits to loversÂ
â Type: Smut, Angst if you squintÂ
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Recreational drinking, mild jealousy from both reader and Cheol, themes of self doubt/relationship doubt, light depictions of anxiety regarding ambiguous relationships, explicit language, Cheol and reader are both idiots, explicit sexual content including oral (f. and m. receiving), vaginal fingering, nipple stim, breath play if you squint, unprotected vaginal sex, a lot of bodily fluids like spit and cum, multiple smut scenes, hair pulling, light spanking, sub-space adjacent feelings, being a lil silly goofy during sex sometimes, stupid ass nicknames at the end because Iâm a millennial and Iâm cringe sometimes.Â
â A/N: This was absolutely not what I originally imagined when I wrote this fic - it was supposed to be angsty and frustrating and a lot of back and forth and instead I wrote two fucking idiots who obviously like one another just being down bad. I donât know how or why I got here, but here we are. Also - Jeongcheol coming out with billiards content after I posted the teaser for this is fucking sENDING me, thank you for making Pool Shark Seungcheol canon.Â
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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DAY ONE
Youâre a goner as soon as you lay eyes on him. You know it before Jeonghan properly introduces you, shouting over the rock music that is blaring in the dive bar you like to hang out at on Friday nights. The neon from the sign creates a blue silhouette around Seungcheol as he smiles and holds a hand out to you. You can barely pull yourself together to shake his hand - warm, firm - too busy staring at his face.Â
Choi Seungcheol is what your best friend Vin likes to call pretty motherfuckin handsome. Heâs got dark, warm eyes that light up playfully when they meet yours, full lips the color of crushed rose petals, a square, firm jawline and silky dark hair that falls in his eyes when he tilts his face down to hide a smile at something Jeonghan says.Â
Crushed against the wall of the booth, you feel the cold glass of your beer warm against your palms as you steal glances at Seungcheol. Heâs directly across from you, angling his broad shoulders to fit snug into the corner of the booth, lounging backward as he observes the argument brewing between Joshua and Jeonghan.Â
He even dresses well. Fitted t-shirt paired with light wash jeans and boots, a fancy watch reflecting the burning neon on the wall next to him, delicate chain necklaces tucked into the collar of his shirt.Â
Itâs the way he wears them that speaks to you, though.Â
âDo they do this often?â his deep voice drags you from your reverie. You blink, gathering yourself when you realize heâs leaning forward a little, addressing you. He sips his beer before tilting the tip of the bottle toward Jeonghan and Joshua. âItâs like they're married.â
âYou have no idea. Wait until game night.âÂ
âOh yeah. Jeonghan told me about game night.â Seungcheolâs mouth twitches in a smile. âYouâll be there?âÂ
âEvery Sunday. Do you like games?âÂ
Something about the glint in his eye makes your stomach flip. You sip your beer just to give you something to do, feeling more drunk off the easy confidence he exudes as he shrugs. âDepends on the game. Iâm competitive.âÂ
âSo am I.â
He grins. âI look forward to it, then.âÂ
Warming up to Seungcheol is easy. Heâs the new hire at Jeonghan and Wonwooâs office, and they both felt confident enough to bring him into the fold. You can see why - heâs kind and funny, and thereâs a charm to him that draws the people around him like moths to a flame. Even with just the four of you sitting in the booth, you feel the magnetism.Â
Friday nights at Rustyâs has been a tradition with Jeonghan and Joshua since you had been in college, filling yourself on five dollar wings, three dollar beers and occasionally lukewarm mozzarella sticks. Normally Vin, Wonwoo and Mingyu would be around, but tonight itâs just the smaller group.Â
Jeonghan and Joshua slide out of the booth to play darts, shoving one another back and forth, the drink in their step making them a little off balance. You smile fondly as you pluck another beer out of the bucket of ice, struggling to pop the top, your wet hands sliding against the metal cap.Â
Wordlessly, Seungcheol holds his hand out. Flushing from the neck down, you hand it over to him with a silent thank you. He pops the top easily, bicep flexing for a moment before he passes it back over, shooting you an award winning grin.Â
âWow, so strong.â
He pouts and you swear you see stars. âHey, I am strong.âÂ
âNo, no, you are. Thank you.âÂ
âYou shouldnât tease me. Iâm new.âÂ
âHuh.â You sip your beer, letting the cool liquid slide down your throat. It does nothing to soothe the heat spreading over your skin under the sole attention of Seungcheol. âI donât remember that being a rule.âÂ
âI never was one to play by the rules anyway.âÂ
âOh, so youâre saying you cheat at games like Jeonghan does.âÂ
âI like winning.â
You roll your eyes. From the edge of your vision, you see people leave the pool table. Eager to stand up and stretch your legs, you start to slide out of the booth, the wood grain scratching against your jeans as you do.Â
âCome on then, cheater. Letâs play pool.âÂ
âIâm down.âÂ
Seungcheol follows you. Your fingers grip the glass of your drink tight, knuckles straining. You move around tables and duck around other patrons, hyper aware of the way Seungcheol keeps close to you, the heat of him against your back.Â
Next to the rows of dart boards are two pool tables, the felt a faded green with beer stains and other mysterious smudges on the surface. You grab a cue from the rack on the wall, spin it in your hands, and hand it over to Seungcheol. He eyes it, running his fingers along the splintered and dented wood.
Grabbing your cue in one hand and the triangle rack and set it on the table while he collects the balls from the table and the pockets, rolling them over to you. A few feet away, Joshua is already accusing Jeonghan of cheating. You donât know how you cheat in darts, but you do know if there is a will, Jeonghan will find a way.
âDangerous to let them have sharp objects,â Seungcheol notes, sliding the last ball over to you. You huff out a laugh, rolling the rack of billiard balls back and forth to set them. âYouâre not going to get violent with me, right?â
âI donât know, are you going to cheat?â
His smile is wicked. âMe? Definitely not.âÂ
âHmm. Not convincing.â
Seungcheol presses the flat of his palm over his chest, drawing your eyes to how thick he is in the chest area. You swallow thickly as he says, âCross my heart.âÂ
âWhatever you say. What are we playing for?âÂ
âWhat will you give me?âÂ
You look up at the shift in his tone. Dark. Flirty. He leans against the pool table, resting his hip casually as he crosses his arms over his chest. You ignore the way his arms flex, totally focused on the way his eyes are only for you. Intent. Meaningful.Â
A warning goes off in your head. You already feel the pull to him, the innate attraction that has your heart hammering. You should brush off the flirtation, move on to other things. Relationships arenât really your thing, but thereâs something about him that makes you know youâll want more.Â
You already do want more.Â
âWhat do you want?â you ask softly, ignoring your better judgment.Â
When Seungcheol smiles, you know youâd give him anything. Everything.
âI can think of something, I think.â
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DAY SEVEN
âI like this,â Seungcheol says, voice rough from use. He buttons his jeans, looking over at you. Youâre still half-alive on your bed, a sheen of sweat covering your body. The sheets stick to you when you roll to look at him. âAre you good with casual?â
Youâre only half listening, too distracted by his flexing abs. âHmm?â
Seungcheol looks good tonight. He looks good every night, but tonight heâs in dark jeans and a white sweater. The sweater looks soft like his hair, which has grown longer and hangs in his eyes as he looks down to slip on his shoes.Â
âIâm not really looking for a relationship at the moment but this,â he answers, flicking his fingers between the two of you. âItâs good.âÂ
âAgreed. Iâm good with casual. Iâm a little too busy for anything more.âÂ
Itâs not a lie. You are too busy to really commit to someone. Again, a warning goes off in your mind like that first night you met him, screaming danger. You ignore it, not ready to give up Seungcheol just yet.Â
He grins, pulling his short back over his head. âCool. If you ever donât want to or whatever though, let me know, yeah?â
âYou too.âÂ
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DAY TENÂ
Seungcheol [2:06 AM]: Come home with me You [2:06 AM]: Everyone would notice Seungcheol [2:07 AM]: Tell them where youâre going who caaaares Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Unless you donât want to tell them then thatâs ok Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: I personally donât care if they know Iâm rearranging your guts most nights :) You [2:10 AM]: CHEOL You [2:10 AM]: Fine pls hold my hand while I do this. Theyâre going to roast me Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: Holding your hand sooo tight Seungcheol [2:08 AM]: But from like over here tho You [2:19 AM]: That was so embarrassing. Where did you go Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: Sheâs so brave, sheâs well behaved Seungcheol [2:19 AM]: Standing outside hurry it's cold as dick out here
Seungcheol [4:38 AM]: Donât forget to text me when you make it home You [4:52 AM]: Home safe! Â
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DAY TWENTY THREE
You [11:10 PM]: Wyd Seungcheol [11:34 PM]: Need it that bad? You [11:39 PM]: Wow goodnight!!!!! Seungcheol [11:39 PM]: Nah come back Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: COME BACK Seungcheol [11:43 PM]: Omw. Unlock the door You [11:45 PM]: Need it that bad? Seungcheol [11:45 PM]: Yes actually :)Â
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DAY THIRTY
You slide your finger across the phone, curious as you pick up Seungcheolâs phone call. âHello?â
âAre you hungry?âÂ
You look at your watch. Itâs almost one in the afternoon, your stomach growling as it realizes that yeah you are kind of hungry. âActually yeah. Why?âÂ
âI had to run errands and Iâm by your place and starving. Wanna get lunch?âÂ
Your lips twitch in a smile. Leaning against the counter, you press the phone against you a little closer. âSure, what did you have in mind?âÂ
âDo you like Greek?â You hum in assent, chewing on your fingernail nervously. You can hear him get into his car, pausing momentarily as he starts it and curses at how hot it is. You canât help but laugh. âAlright, pick you up in ten?â
âAlright.âÂ
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DAY FORTY THREE
Heâs not yours. You tell yourself that over and over again as you try not to look across the bar where Seungcheol is sitting for the nth time. Youâd noticed him immediately when you and Vin walked in, clocking his wide frame and familiar laugh with a precision that makes you curse yourself.
Now, Seungcheol is leaning against a high top, talking to a pretty girl sitting on a stool next to him. Heâd waved at you earlier and shot you a smile and a wink, but heâs with friends youâre unfamiliar with tonight, and hasnât come over.
Not that you expect him to. He isnât yours and the casual thing youâve got going means he can do whatever he wants, no strings attached.
So why is your heart in your throat as you glance over to see the girl laughing at something heâs said? Theyâre not alone but somehow that isnât comforting at all. You pick at the varnish on the table to distract yourself, suddenly interested in the splinters and not the man across the bar from you.
Finishing the rest of your beer, you pull out another, hoping that the hoppy taste erases the icky feeling that settles on your skin. Youâre not participating in conversation much, but if your friends notice, they have the decency not to call you out.Â
At least Vin knows whatâs up, checking on you every once in a while. Thankfully she doesnât say anything, occasionally giving you a squeeze instead. She knows the deal, understanding the irrationality between wanting to control something that isnât yours to control.Â
Halfway through your beer, your phone vibrates. You flip it over and your heart starts pounding when you see Seungcheolâs name come across the screen, a message waiting to be read. With a shaky hand, you slide your thumb across the screen to unlock it, the message popping up.
Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: Wanna come back to mine?Â
Surprised, you look up from your phone to where heâs still at the high top. His phone is in his hands and heâs looking right at you, flashing a grin when you meet his eyes. The girl is still sitting next to him, but his attention is entirely on you now, pinning you to the spot.Â
Your phone vibrates again and you glance down, your phoneâs brightness stark in the gloom of the bar.Â
Seungcheol [12:13 AM]: Youâre cute when youâre surprised You [12:14 AM]: What, the girl you were talking to said no? Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: I didnât ask her. I asked you Seungcheol [12:14 AM]: Omg wait are you jealous?? You [12:14 AM]: No You [12:14 AM]: Definitely not Seungcheol [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me is Hades for a liar or whatever You [12:17 AM]: Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another, loser Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Same thing Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: But seriously, I have no interest in her. Iâm asking YOU Seungcheol [12:18 AM]: Will beg from my knees in this bar Seungcheol [12:19 AM]: Even tho the floor is kind of gross You [12:20 AM]: I mean, if youâre offering to get on your kneesâŚÂ
Youâre not sure if you trust his answer about not being interested in the other girl, but it doesnât matter. You still end up leaning against him in an Uber, his hand squeezing your thigh playfully as he leans his forehead on the window, eyes closed to enjoy the cool glass.Â
He is so handsome, face glowing red as the car stops at a stoplight. You examine him closely, eyes dragging from the soft curve of his mouth to his impossibly silk lashes. Youâd told him once that most girls would kill for those lashes, and now he likes to bat them at you every time he wants something.Â
The car starts moving and you look away from him, taking in a deep breath. Seungcheol isnât yours, but youâre starting to think you want him to be.Â
DAY FIFTY TWO
âIs it weird if I bring a bag of shit to stay?â Seungcheolâs voice is shy over the receiver. You grip your phone tighter, biting your bottom lip to hide your smile as you roll onto your side in bed, snuggling into the pillow more. It smells like him, bergamot and cedarwood. âYou can tell me if thatâs weird.â
âNot weird at all,â you say carefully, too nervous to scare him off. âYou usually end up sleeping here anyway.âÂ
Usually really means always. Heâs been doing that more recently, crashing at your apartment after coming over and vice versa. Youâve gone from Uber rides home at dawn to waking up curled into his back. Heâs the first person youâve ever let loiter in your space as much as he has, but you try not to think about it too much, as though just the acknowledgement might spook him.
Whatever thing between you feels fragile, a rare, glass menagerie set that can shatter if handled wrong. Friends with benefits is what you call it, but youâre not quite sure if thatâs what it is.
âOkay cool. Waking up at the ass crack of dawn to go back to my place and shower sucks.âÂ
âI do have a shower.â
âOh Iâm aware. Itâs one of my favorite places in your apartment.âÂ
Your stomach flutters and you clench your thighs together. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you realize itâs getting late. âBetter hurry,â you murmur. âI might be too tired for a shower when you get here.âÂ
His chuckle is deep. Throaty. âIâll speed, then.âÂ
After hanging up, you toss your phone to the end of your bed and stare at the ceiling. Outside, the city hums beyond the window of your apartment. The lights in your home are mostly turned off, a single lamp providing low light in the living room so Seungcheol can see when he comes in, and a flickering candle on your nightstand and in the bathroom.Â
Your bed is warm and you do feel sleepy, but the excitement of seeing Seungcheol keeps you awake well enough. You try not to think of that too much, either. He was just there a few nights prior, and already heâs on his way back. Like itâs common. Routine.Â
And it sort of is, you guess. You hangout with Seungcheol almost more than you see Vin and Jeonghan these days, and youâre almost always spending the night together. You know his favorite late night snacks, you know the type of coffee he likes to make in the morning before work, and you know about his family, his stresses at work. What makes him tick.Â
Itâs more than you ever thought youâd know about him when you agreed to keep your sex life with him casual and at a distance. He is anything but at a distance.Â
Seungcheol must speed, because it feels like hardly any time has passed when you hear your apartment door open and shut, the sound of the deadbolt clicking. You lift yourself up to lean on your elbows, watching from your bed as he enters your line of vision, a backpack over one shoulder.Â
Heâs dressed in a long t-shirt and sweats, cozy and warm and still unbelievably good looking. He grins when he sees you, eyes creasing at the corners as he enters your room and drops his bag by your door.Â
Without saying anything, Seungcheol crawls onto your bed, the mattress sinking under his weight as he inches up over you. Falling backward onto the mattress, you let him loom over you. Heat radiates from his body, warming you up. Your heart thuds as he ducks down, his hands bracketing your head as he cages you in. He brushes his nose against yours and you feel sparks, trying to regulate your breathing.Â
âHi,â he whispers.Â
âHi,â you whisper back, reaching your hands up to rest on his hips. He reacts, pressing his waist into yours a little, making you bear his weight. âUgh, heavy.âÂ
âToo bad.âÂ
Seungcheolâs teeth nip your jaw, making your hips twitch upward. You can feel the smirk against your skin as he presses a wet kiss under your ear, moving his way to your neck.Â
âI was promised a shower.â
âMaybe Iâm too tired,â You murmur.
He hums, leaning more of his weight into you. Itâs comforting, not crushing, and you can feel the way his heart is beating wildly in his chest, in tune with yours. You smell bergamot and cedarwood, making your thoughts dizzy and scattered while he whispers, âIâll wash your hair.âÂ
âHmmm. Iâm listening.âÂ
He presses a wet kiss to your pulse point, tongue laving against your skin. Your fingers twist in his shirt, your muscles tensing as you fight off a shiver. You can hear his soft breath, the way the sheets shift under the two of you, the way your heart hammers. Â
âIâll massage your shouldersâŚâÂ
âHmm.âÂ
His teeth scrape against your throat and you sigh, arching up into him, eyes closed. âIâll eat you out.âÂ
Fuck. Youâre putty in his hands. Seungcheol could get you to do anything he asked. You donât know if he knows - youâre too afraid to show him, to let him in on the secret out of fear of what it would mean to him. If it was too much, too deep.
But like this, itâs hard not to hide it. Especially when his filthy mouth hits a weak point in you, turning you thoughtless as you nod your head in response, nails digging into his hip bones through the fabric of his shirt. He makes a noise in response, leaning up off of you reluctantly but pulling you with him.Â
Dropping his hands, you head to the bathroom, feeling uneven. Seungcheol whines and grabs you to pull you back toward him. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly.Â
âYou havenât even given me a kiss,â he pouts, looking down at you through long, dark lashes. âI want a kiss.âÂ
This is the problem with Seungcheol. He says things like this when youâre supposed to be casual, something easy and without feelings and without strings. But this feels like something, it feels like there's a thread connecting you, tugging your mouth to his because of course you indulge him.
You always do.Â
Seungcheolâs lips are soft and taste faintly of his cherry chapstick. You smile into the kiss, standing on your tiptoes to press closer to him. He kisses you back eagerly, slotting his lips against yours and humming with delight. When you pull away, heâs smug, grinning happily.Â
âCome on,â he urges, now leading the charge as he pulls you by the hand toward your bathroom.Â
Instead of turning on the light, Seungcheol uses the glow of the burning candle on the counter to navigate. He drops your hand to open up the cabinets and pulls out two towels as you trail to the shower, opening the glass door to lean in and turn it on.Â
Steam starts to fill the room as you close the shower door and turn to him. He sets the towels on the counter, not bothering to shut the door to the bedroom. Instead, he grips the bottom of his shirt and peels it upward and over his head, revealing all toned muscle and tan skin.Â
He momentarily distracts you. Seungcheol is a work of art, equal parts rippling muscle and soft skin. You slide your shorts down, distracted by the way he looks in the golden shroud of the candle light, sliding his sweatpants down his legs.Â
Sensing your eyes, he lifts his head as he kicks off his sweats, briefs slung low on his hips. âAdmiring me?âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
Looking away, you take off your shirt, feeling the heat flush from your cheeks down to your neck. He chuckles, peeling off his briefs before kicking them toward the sink and striding toward the shower. He stops to kiss you on the cheek as he pulls open the door.Â
âI donât mind,â he teases. âI like it.âÂ
Itâs true. Seungcheol has always had the easy confidence of someone who is comfortable in their skin. You admire that about him - and envy him a little. Seungcheol never seems to worry what others think of him, nor does he seem embarrassed or concerned about making the wrong move. Saying the wrong thing.Â
Steam hits you full on as you step into the shower. Seungcheol is already standing under the spray of water, his back turned toward you. For a moment you admire him again, watching the way the water sluices down his broad back and narrow waist.Â
Your eyes drift to the tattoo at his neck, the branches of the tree stretching toward his shoulders. Youâve traced that tree with the tips of your fingers and tongue over and over again, fascinated about the way the ink flexes when he moves.Â
A chill catches you, making you shiver and step toward the heat of the water. He senses your approach, turning his head to the side to look at you over his shoulder. He grins, reaching a hand back toward you to pull you close. You lace your fingers, letting him pull you into him as he turns.Â
Hot water hits your skin, immediately soothing. You sigh, leaning into the firmness of him, Seungcheolâs arms wrapping around you. He catches your mouth again, your eyes fluttering shut as he kisses you slowly, tongue lazy as he licks into your mouth.Â
Seungcheolâs hands spread across your back, fingers digging in a little as he starts to explore, one hand surging up and the other down. You moan into his mouth as the hand that drifts down grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing a little. His mouth curves into the kiss and you feel his teeth pull at your bottom lip, something he knows you love.
As always, youâre a goner. You donât stand a chance with him. Not that first night and not now when he kisses you like something more. Not when he slides his hand around to your front, pressed between your bodies to run his fingers up the wet folds of your pussy.Â
He groans into the kiss that has turned sloppy, hungry. âFucking wet.â
âWeâre in the shower.âÂ
He growls and pulls his mouth from you to attach to your neck, biting and sucking harshly. You let out a breathy sound, head tilting back heavily as you feel his tongue lick the water from your skin. âDonât take away my credit.âÂ
âThe only crime is pride.â
The pads of his fingers press into your clit, making your knees knock together and the breath leave your lungs. He smiles against your neck, humming. âWhich classic are you quoting at me today?âÂ
âAntigone by Sophocles.âÂ
âWhatâs that one about?âÂ
Finding words is nearly impossible. The heat of the shower has you flushed and distracted, the steam making it harder to breathe, thoughts sticky as Seungcheol continues to tease you, fingers dragging down to your clenching entrance to press his fingers in slightly before dragging them back up.
Your nails bite into the back of his neck, clinging to him for life as he holds you up, one arm looped around your back to press you to him while the other makes all your thoughts scattered.Â
âCome on,â he urges gently, bringing his face to yours. He brushes his nose against yours, nudging. âTell me.âÂ
âShe was a tragic character in a play written by Sophocles,â you sigh. âShe was the daughter of Oedipus.âÂ
âThe guy who fucked his mom?â
Your laughter bubbles out of you. He laughs too, his hold tightening. âYeah, Cheol. The guy who fucked his mom.â
âCraaazy family.âÂ
âDo you really want to talk about Greek tragedy incest right now?â
âNope,â he says happily. âI do want to eat this pussy though.âÂ
Seungcheol flips gears so quickly that itâs hard to keep up. He swings you toward the glass wall of the shower, pressing your chest against it. You moan loudly, startled by the cool glass against your hard nipples. The contrast of hot water and the cool glass feels good, your eyes fluttering shut as Seungcheol drops to his knees behind you. He gently presses the inside of your knees, urging you to spread your legs.Â
âJust like that,â he encourages, hands ghosting upward to squeeze your ass. He pulls your hips away from the glass and toward him, groaning as he comes face level to your cunt. âFuck.â
Your breath fogs the glass. Itâs cold when you press your palms against it, holding yourself up as Seungcheol dips forward, running the flat of his tongue down your slit. You let out a pathetic sound and he laughs, fingers squeezing your flesh.Â
Everything feels like an exposed nerve. You melt, knees shaking and unsteady as Seungcheols tongue leisurely explores your folds, dipping into your entrance before dragging up to circle your clit.Â
One of your hands leaves the glass to reach back, sinking into the wet strands of his hair and holding him to you. He grunts in pleasure, the buzz of his mouth adding to the simulation as he fastens his lips to you, sucking gently.Â
Seungcheolâs mouth is a weapon. You fall apart under the warmth of his lips, the softness of his tongue. He sucks at your core, greedy and pleased, fingers digging into you as he presses in further. He can never get enough, the wet sounds of his hunger making your toes curl.
âFeels so good,â you pant against the glass. Your nails scrape against his scalp and he moans loudly, muffled by your cunt. âYour fucking mouth.âÂ
âMmm. Love you like this.â His tongue flicks expertly across your clit and you feel your thighs clench, legs shaking as your orgasm spools inside of you. âGod this shower hurts my fucking knees though.â
âYou wanted to eat me out in the shower.â
A hand cracks across your ass cheek, making you arch against the glass. He chuckles, tongue diving back, words slurred as he mutters, âAnd Iâd do it again.â
Seungcheolâs mouth feels divine. You go quiet as he sucks at you, focused on the warmth spreading through you and the way your breath starts to stutter, limbs locking up.Â
When you come, you go boneless. Seungcheol holds you up, pressing you against the glass as he licks you through your orgasm. You twitch against him, nails dragging in his hair, your other hand sliding against the glass as you fight to grip anything to ground you.
Breathing raggedly, you sag when he pulls his face from you and stands. He groans and you grin, knowing his knees hurt from the tile of the shower. He doesnât care, though. He crowds you in, cock pressed against your backside as his arms loop around you.Â
âKiss me.â His voice is soft, needy.Â
Turning your face over your shoulder, you let him catch his mouth with yours, all tongue and cum and spit. You donât care, pushing into him. One of his hands slides down between your legs, making you whimper into his mouth as he slides his fingers through your sticky folds to press two of them into your entrance.Â
Seungcheol is a giver. It doesnât matter how many times youâve slept together or had brief, fast encounters, he always makes it a point to please you. To go out of his way to make you shake against him, like he needs it.Â
He keeps your mouth melded to his as his fingers fuck you slowly. You clench around his fingers, moaning his name as he presses them against the soft spot inside of you. You see stars, panting into his mouth as he strings you along, dragging you toward another orgasm.Â
Itâs slow. Intimate. His mouth is hot and wet, sucking at biting at your bottom lip. His other hand snakes up to your throat, not applying pressure but gripping you, holding you to him. If he didnât have you so tightly pressed to the glass, you think youâd collapse.
âYou wonât fall,â he breathes into your mouth, reading your mind. âIâve got you.â
âMy knees are fucking useless right now.â
âYouâre tough. Come on, I know you can give me more.âÂ
Youâll give him anything he asks. You feel your heart slamming in your chest as he works you up again, feel the ragged breathing until you momentarily stop, everything tense and suspended as you clench around his fingers, shuddering violently as you come.Â
âKnew it,â he murmurs. âGood girl.â
A whine leaves you at the praise, head shaking back and forth a little as the oversensitivity makes you squirm. He works you through it, mouth pressed to your ear, whispering to breathe, baby as he strokes you gently until youâre leaning against him heavily.Â
Seungcheol removes his hand but keeps holding you up, letting you catch your breath. He peppers innocent kisses along your shoulder, lips brushing your skin tenderly. When you stand up with more strength, he pats you on the hip, gentle.
âGood?â
âMhmm.â Craning over your shoulder, you catch his chin with your mouth, kissing softly. You press your ass into him, feeling his straining cock. âCome on.âÂ
âYeah?â
âAll good.â
âThank fuck. Thought I lost you.â
âIâve had worse,â you grin, a little tired.
He kisses you, patting you approvingly before he grinds the tip of his cock between your legs. He groans deep in his chest, grip on you tightening for a moment. You reach behind you, gripping the base of his cock firmly, stroking gently before lining him up with your entrance.Â
Seungcheol pushes in, both of you whining in harmony at the feeling. It feels good, your pussy throbbing around him as he presses in slowly, letting you feel the stretch. He clings to you, trying to keep it together as you flutter around him.Â
âYeah,â he whispers, more to himself than you. âShit.âÂ
Gently, Seungcheol starts to fuck you against the glass, strokes deep and slow. Itâs mind-numbingly good, your cheek cool and pressed against the shower wall, Seungcheolâs face buried in your neck, breath puffing against your skin.Â
He holds you reverently, both hands on your hips to keep you where he wants you. You reach one hand behind your head, holding the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin. He hums happily, always pleased when you bite and scratch him.
That had been a surprise. You always thought he wouldnât want you to mark him, that he wouldnât want evidence of your time spent together. Seungcheol is the opposite though, urging you to rake your nails across soft skin, to bite at him and bruise him.Â
Your feet slide apart a little as he strengthens his thrusts. You squeal, hand smacking the glass to hold yourself up. He lets out a loud laugh, pausing to let you fix your stance. He taps your thigh in question and you nod, lifting your leg a little to let him slide a hand under your thigh to press it against the shower wall for better grip.
When he rolls his hips into you this time, itâs deeper, making you tremble against the glass. A groan drips from Seungcheolâs mouth as he sets his pace, pinning you between him and the glass with nothing to do but to take what he gives you.Â
âCan you do another?â he asks, breath shaky. His fingers squeeze your thigh for emphasis, the snap of his hips getting stronger. You nod, unable to answer verbally. He huffs, half laughter, half something else. âYeah you can.âÂ
And you can. Seungcheol can pull pleasure out of you like thread from a loom, his skilled hands guiding you where he wants you to go. Itâs easy for him, the way he knows your body so acute and familiar that the thought alone makes you unravel a little, your whines muted by the glass.Â
He makes you come like that, stuck between his warmth and the cold, the two contrasts keeping you suspended as you seize up around him. He grunts at the feeling, hips sloppy, losing their rhythm until he clenches up, growling your name into your neck as he tips over the edge after you.Â
For a few moments, you remain melded together, panting in time. Seungcheol makes no rush of peeling himself away from you. Instead, heâs content to mouth at your shoulder and neck, running his nose along your throat. You squirm and laugh, ticklish.Â
Grinning, he does it again, nuzzling into you and making you laugh, sound echoing in the shower. âSeungcheol!â
âItâs cute.âÂ
âCome on,â you urge. âYou said youâd wash my hair.âÂ
He steals a kiss. âAlright, alright. Pass me the shampoo.âÂ
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DAY FIFTY SEVEN
âWho is that?â Seungcheol asks, jerking his head toward the bar. You turn and follow his gaze to see Seokmin standing at the bar, ordering drinks. âNever seen him before.â
âJealous?â You tease, leaning forward and batting your eyelashes at him. Seokmin is just a coworker, but it doesnât mean you canât poke Seungcheol a little. Except Seungcheol doesnât laugh, leveling you with a stare, lips turning downward. âWait, you actually are.â
âDonât push it. It was just a question.â
âWe work together,â you clarify, immediately turning off the charm when you recognize heâs not amused. âActually I think he sort of has a thing for Vin, which is why heâs here.âÂ
Seungcheol hums, sipping his beer and looking away from you. Licking your lips, you reach out a hand and touch his gently, bringing his dark eyes back to you. He looks serious - more serious than youâve ever seen him, face blank, eyes unreadable.Â
âI mean it.â You squeeze his hand, trying to comfort him. âWeâre just friends.âÂ
âAlright.âÂ
âI feel like youâre mad at me.â
âWhy would I be mad?âÂ
You shrug, struggling to articulate. He still has that expression you canât read, something stark and closed off. âJust seems like it.âÂ
He shakes his head again, but you donât think heâs telling the truth, watching the way his eyes shift to watch Seokmin approach. âJust tired, I think I might head out.âÂ
Panic grips you and you say the first thing you can think of, throwing caution to the wind. âWant to come over?âÂ
That gives him pause. He studies you. You feel a tightness in your throat under his scrutiny. His mouth twitches and he nods. âAlright,â he says softly. âIf you want me to.â
âI do.â You squeeze his hand again. âReally.â
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DAY SEVENTY EIGHT
âWant to do me a huge favor?âÂ
You look up from your spot on your couch. Seungcheol is in your kitchen, using his hip to close the door to the fridge. He lifts the lid on the package of grapes, plastic cracking loudly as he does. Leaning against the counter, he pops one into his mouth, crunching happily.Â
âBesides giving you my grapes?â you ask, deadpan. He grins around them shrugging happily as he eats another. You roll your eyes, turning back to the laptop carefully balanced on your knee. âWhatâs the favor?âÂ
âWe have this giant New Years Eve party at work in two weeks and I need a date.â
That gives you pause. You stare at the computer screen but you canât make out anything on the screen. You donât dare to turn and look at Seungcheol, fearful that the feelings his question brings out will be right on the surface of your expression.
Date. Itâs a scary word. You and Seungcheol sort of go on dates all the time, but theyâre not really dates. At least, not from your perspective. If you were to ask Jeonghan, he would launch into another lecture that you should just put a goddamn title on this thing. Vin happily agrees, both of them hammering you on calling the thing between you and Seuncheol what it is.
But itâs friends with benefits. Friends go out to eat meals together and go shopping together - they hangout. The benefits are the sex. Itâs the pressing you against your mattress as he maps your body with his mouth, itâs the way you sink to your knees for him after heâs had a bad day at work, taking him into the heat of your mouth to make him forget.Â
So yes, youâve gone places together alone and as a friend date. But somehow this feels different, and you donât think itâs supposed to.Â
Carefully, you ask, âYour date, huh?â
âMhmm. Free drinks and apps, and itâs at the top of that fancy new hotel. We can stay the night so we donât have to pay for an expensive as fuck UberâÂ
Not for the first time, you find yourself unsure where the line is with Seungcheol. Youâve agreed multiple times that this is just casual, a shared benefit between friends. And yet every time you feel confident in what you are, the line blurs.Â
Youâre as guilty as he is, you know. On more than one occasion youâre the one who has crossed the line, messing up the clear boundary the two of you have had in place for weeks. Somehow, you both manage to be utterly terrible at casual, but youâre too afraid to say something about it. Too afraid to ruin it.Â
âI suppose I can be convinced.âÂ
âOh? What can I do to convince you?âÂ
You look up as his tone turns to velvet, that voice he uses when heâs coaxing you into his lap, or when heâs-Â
âItâs really hard to be sexy when thereâs grape juice running down your chin, Cheol.âÂ
He pouts, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the lower half of his face as you laugh. Heâs cute, pink lips downturned and eyes round as he sulks. âDonât make fun of me. Just say yes to being my date.âÂ
âYeah, yeah. Iâll go.âÂ
His grin is burnished gold, the sun breaking for first light over the horizon. âThank you.âÂ
âMhmm.â He crunches into another grape and you scowl. âStop eating all my fucking grapes!âÂ
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DAY NINETY TWO
âHoly shit,â Seungcheol mutters when you step out of the hotel bedroom. He feels his heart start to pound in his chest from where he stands in the kitchenette, fingers squeezing the glass of whiskey he poured himself earlier. âYou look unreal.â
And you do. You always do. It was one of the first things he noticed about you when Jeonghan and Joshua introduced the two of you that first night at that shitty bar you like to go to on Fridays. The real kicker had been your personality, though. Warm, kind, quick wit. A bit of a history nerd, which is his favorite thing.Â
Honestly, he loves a lot of things about you. He knows that he has to do something about that. Knows that this stopped being casual a long time ago. Seungcheol has no problem with casual hookups and keeping people in a rotation, but when it comes to you⌠he just wants you.Â
Itâs like he has no idea how to keep his distance, how to keep his feelings out of it. He doesnât mind, but he needs to figure out how to tell you. How to take that next step and move you from friends to more - if thatâs what you want, anyway.Â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you say back neutrally. He can see the way your eyes linger on him though, your gaze betraying the calmness of your voice, as always.
You donât get it, though. Seungcheol cannot keep his eyes off you, dragging them from top to bottom. The black dress is snug on your frame, his eyes tracing the swells of your breasts, the dip of your hips, the curve of your ass and thighs.Â
Dragging his eyes back up, he meets your gaze. That is one of his favorite things. Your eyes, full of light and depth and thoughts that he always wants to fall into. There is so much simmering under the surface that you donât say and heâs never asked.
He wants to.Â
Knocking back the rest of his drink, Seungcheol leaves the glass on the counter and walks over to you. You shift from foot to foot, eyes darting up to examine the ceiling. He smirks, feeling the nerves radiating from you as he approaches.Â
When he reaches out, you donât step away from him. You let him skim his hands up your sides, going until heâs running them over your shoulders and on either side of your neck so he can cradle your face. He turns your gaze back to him and you stare up at him through your lashes.Â
He was a goner on day one. How ridiculous to think heâs not just made this real, told you how he doesnât want a single thing to be casual and superficial between you.Â
Instead of stealing a searing kiss and pushing you back into the bedroom like he wants to, Seungcheol presses a short kiss to the corner of your mouth. Heâs too afraid that if he starts something that you wonât make it downstairs.Â
Now isnât the time for that, though. Thereâs a party upstairs and free drinks and he wants to spend time with his friends. Spend time with you.
The Seungcheol that existed before you is a stranger to him. He barely remembers what it was like to have people he wasnât genuinely interested in, what it was like to show up alone at parties and take someone home. Hardly recalls pushing people away when they wanted too much.Â
All it took was meeting you.
âCome on,â he urges gently, leading you from the room and to the elevator.Â
Seungcheol slides his phone from his pocket in the elevator. You press close against him, your arm brushing against his as it fills up with people. He notes where Wonwoo tells him to meet and puts his phone back in his pocket, leaning into you a little.
You let him, making his mouth twitch upward. You always let him do what he wants, and when you donât, an easy pout gets his way. Heâs wrapped around your finger, too. He doesnât know if you realize it, but he would give you anything you wanted without a moment's hesitation.Â
When the elevator doors open, Seungcheol takes your hand. You let him pull you into the party teeming with people, the sound of music swelling over the dull roar of the crowd. You stick closer to him, fingers squeezing him tightly as the pair of you walk toward the check-in table.Â
âThis is beautiful,â you murmur to him.Â
His first instinct is to look at you because you are beautiful. Youâre not looking at him, your neck craned to sweep over the party. He smiles at you, watching the glow of your side profile, eyes wide with wonder.
Dragging his eyes from your face, he glances around the party. It is gorgeous, with views of the entire city glittering beneath the building like a bed of stars, shimmering decorations reflecting the golden lights, a giant clock to show the time, and massive flower arrangements.Â
âItâs nice,â he agrees, shuffling to the table where he gives his name. âChoi Seungcheol.â
âPerfect, thanks.â The person working the table peels two wristbands and gestures for you both to hold out your wrists. You let go of his hand to do so, letting the attendant wrap your arm in a blue band. âHave a great night, Mr. and Mrs. Choi.âÂ
Both of you blink in surprise. You open and close your mouth as if youâre unsure how to correct them and Seungcheol laughs, shrugging as he takes your hand and leads you out of the line and into the party proper this time.
âThis way, wifey.âÂ
You roll your eyes but grin anyway, looping your arm through his offered one and tugging him close. Heâs satisfied, leading you through the tight crowd of people toward the south bar that Wonwoo had said their friends were waiting at.
Joshua spots you and waves you both over, making room at the bar for you to join. Jeonghanâs eyes flick to where your arm is looped through Seungcheol to Seungcheol himself, raising a brow. Seungcheol glares at him, urging him to shut up and Jeonghan grins, turning to order drinks at the bar.Â
Wonwoo claps Seungcheol on the back in greeting before kissing you on both cheeks and letting you sit on the only barstool available. Seungcheol moves with you pressed to your back as he leans an elbow on the bar, keeping you close. You lean into him, earning a shy smile that he tries to hide behind the rim of the champagne glass that Jeonghan hands him.
He likes this. He likes being with his friends. He likes the way you laugh and lean back further into him when you do. He likes that his friends donât bother the two of you about being attached at the hip. And he likes the way your face lights up every time he jokingly calls you wifey.Â
Seungcheol wants this.Â
He doesnât recall the last time he wanted a relationship the way he wants with you. It doesnât matter anyway. Everything before you is gone and forgotten, and what matters now are the things that are post-meeting-you.Â
Plied with lots of champagne and your laughter, Seungcheol lets you drag him onto the dance floor, wrapping your arms around him as he spins you. He doesnât know what has him more drunk, the alcohol or you. He thinks it might be you.Â
The DJ announces that itâs one minute until midnight, making Seungcheol spin and look up at the clock. The partygoers cheer, clustering together to press toward the clock to count down. Seungcheol wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close in the tight crowd.Â
His heart flutters as he watches the numbers countdown, realizing he gets to kiss you at midnight. Heâs kissed you over a hundred times by now, but the prospect makes him giddy. His heart races as the numbers drop and he looks at you from the corner of your eye.
Youâre watching the clock, uncontrolled happiness on your face as you yell with the rest of the crowd, counting each number as it passes by.Â
When the clock strikes midnight, you peer up at him, suddenly unsure. He canât believe you donât see it, that youâd doubt for one second that he wants you to be his first kiss of the year. His heart seizes, dipping down with a smile to press his lips to yours.
Your mouth is warm and champagne-sweet, making him groan in the back of his throat. Your fingers cling to his hip, holding him by the waist as he slips a hand up to the back of your neck to hold you in place, deepening the kiss.Â
When you pull your mouth away, he makes up his mind. Fuck everything he said about keeping it casual - he doesnât want to go another minute without you knowing what he wants.Â
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DAY NINETY THREE
âBe my girlfriend.â
The words that come from Seungcheolâs lips catch you off guard. A giggle bursts to your lips and you lean back, trying to examine him from a little farther away. You feel the glitter of champagne in your veins and the same buzz that comes with being near Seungcheol, wondering if maybe heâs had too much to drink.
âWhat?â you ask, examining his face. Heâs flushed, lips pink and smiling, but his eyes are dark and serious.
âBe my girlfriend,â he says again, this time quieter. He leans forward, pressing his forehead to yours. His breath fans your face, warm and sweetened by champagne. âI know we agreed to be casual so if you donât want more, thatâs fine. But there is nothing casual about the way I feel about you.â
Heart thundering, you laugh and cling to him a little tighter. He nudges you with his head, as though asking whatâs so funny. You donât know how to put into words that youâve wanted to be not casual for a long time, that you are dizzy with the prospect of being something more, that heâs just made the first minute of your year perfect.
Instead of trying to string together the words to tell him, you kiss him. His mouth turns upward, letting you press your palms to the sides of his face, holding him to your lips. Thereâs no one else but just the two of you, entirely in your own bubble on the rooftop.Â
Relief mixed with euphoria floods your system. Itâs a weight lifted off your shoulders, realizing that youâre not crazy, that nothing you feel about Seungcheol is casual and thatâs okay. That he feels it too.Â
Your fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling slightly. He groans, separating your mouths to peer down at you, his lashes fanning when he blinks, dazed.Â
âDonât do that,â he whispers. âThis is a work party. Iâll fold right here.âÂ
âSo take me somewhere that isnât here and fold.â
His gummy smile is blinding, your heart soaring. âAlright, wifey.âÂ
âGonna need a ring pop at a minimum if youâre gonna keep saying that shit.â
He links your fingers together, stepping away from you. He tugs you after him and you follow. âDeal. What flavor?â
âStrawberry. I kind of want to suck something else right now, though.âÂ
Seungcheol groans and you laugh, loving the way he visibly struggles as your words land. He walks faster, a new pep in his step as you make your way toward the elevator. He shouts Wonwooâs name as he goes, waving his hand to tell him that youâre leaving.Â
Wonwooâs grin is all-knowing as he throws two thumbs up, cheering happily. You tingle with a little bit of embarrassment, scurrying toward the closing elevator door to catch it. It opens again and you both slip inside, alone and buzzing from the party and your newfound status.Â
The door closes and Seungcheol pushes in close. You press against the wall, looking up at his sharp grin, his nose nudging yours. His lips are almost on yours, the heat of them against your mouth making you dizzy and the heavy weight of his body against yours making your thoughts sticky.Â
âGonna suck something else, huh?âÂ
âUh huh.âÂ
âWanna do it right here in the elevator?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
He bursts into laughter at your wide gaze, tapping the underside of your chin with his knuckle in jest. âIâm kidding. UnlessâŚâ
You shove him away and he starts laughing again, bending over with the force of it. You canât be annoyed by his teasing, loving the way his eyes crease at the corner and how he laughs with the full force of his body.Â
âYouâre so annoying.âÂ
âYou should have seen your face, though.âÂ
âI mean Iâll do it right now, if you want.â
His smile drops and he opens his mouth a little, shocked. âWait, really?â
âNo, but you should have seen your face.â
The elevator arriving at the appropriate floor saves him from answering. He scowls at you and you giggle, grabbing him and pushing him into the hall and toward your room. He turns on his heel, falling into step with you and fishing the room key out of his pocket.Â
Itâs cold in the room when you enter. Seungcheol had booked a one bedroom suite with a small living room and kitchenette. It was more than what you needed for the night, but it feels nice, like your own private getaway.Â
Taking you by the hand, he walks backward toward the bedroom, pulling you along. His smile is beautiful and you wear a matching one. A thrill shoots through you when you realize that Seungcheol is yours. Really yours.Â
Sitting on the bed, he pulls you into his lap. Your knees sink in the mattress on either side of his hips, ass resting on his thighs. Leaning over him, you link your hands behind the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the silky hair there.Â
Seungcheol tilts his face up toward you, eyes fluttering as you play with his hair. His arms loop around your waist, squeezing you.Â
âHi,â he breathes.Â
âHi.â
Leaning down, you slot your mouth against his. He tastes like champagne, mouth warm. Kissing him takes your breath away, thoughts guttering out as he licks into your mouth hungrily. You lose yourself in the feeling of him, feeling like youâre on fire.Â
Seungcheol falls backward on the bed. His lips are swollen and pink, eyes heavy-lidded as he stares up at you. He reaches for you but you give him a coy smile and slip from his lap, crouching to the floor and running your hands along his thighs, feeling them flex beneath your touch.Â
You love Seungcheolâs thighs. Your nails drag across the fabric and he lets out a breathy sound. His muscles twitch as you reach to brush your fingers over his zipper, making sure to press into his cock. His hips jerk upward at the barest hint of stimulation and you grin.
âItâs no elevator,â you tease. âBut will this do?âÂ
âFucking anywhere will do.âÂ
Seungcheol has always been sensitive. Heâs easy to rile, cock already firm by the time youâre undoing his belt and heâs helping you pull his dress pants down his thighs. You eye the dark patch in his briefs, proud that with just a little bit of kissing and some light touching heâs already leaking at the tip.
Sitting high on your knees, you lean forward, tongue pressing wetly to the tip of his cock through the fabric. A hand shoots to the back of your head, his fingers gripping you firmly as you laugh, tongue still pressed to him and soaking through his briefs.
âDonât you dare tease me tonight,â he warns, voice shaky. âThat is not wifey behavior.âÂ
You remove your tongue, pouting and moving to press a kiss to his thigh. âYou never let me tease you.âÂ
âIâm not patient.â Your teeth scrape the softness of his flesh and his legs twitch, knees knocking your shoulder. âBaby, I am so serious.â
Biting your bottom lip to hide a smile, you give in. You know with certainty heâd let you drag this out if you really wanted to. Seungcheol is impatient and greedy and demanding, but he also lets you do what you want when it comes down to it.Â
Instead of testing his grace, you peel his briefs down, freeing his cock. Your mouth waters at his thick length, your hand automatically reaching up to grab him. You swipe your thumb through the precum gathered, using it to slide down the full length of his shaft.
Seungcheolâs hips buck. You grip him properly, working him slowly as you shuffle closer on your knees. They already hurt, hotel carpet digging into them but you ignore it in favor of watching the way his fingers slowly undo the button of his shirt, needing to shuck the fabric off.Â
âYouâre pretty,â you note absently. His stomach flexes when he sits up to slide his shirt off of his shoulders. He looks down at you, pupils dilated. âVery, very pretty.âÂ
âYouâre a work of art yourself.â
Instead of laying back down flat, he leans back on his palms, letting his head fall back. Seungcheol shuts his eyes, face tilted up at the ceiling as though in prayer. âFeels good.â
Humming happily, you lean forward and slowly run the flat of your tongue up the base of his shaft. That draws a low moan out of him, his chest rising and falling as he pants. Youâre fascinated by his reactions, watching his face and body language carefully as you swirl your tongue around the crown of his cock.
Heâs responsive, fingers digging into the sheets in an effort not to grab your head and take control. Heâs testing his patience, letting you bring him into the wet heat of your mouth at your pace, sucking lazily.Â
âFuck,â he groans. You hum around him and he shakes his head, shivering. âYouâre gonna kill me.â
Good you think, setting a proper place as you swallow him down, letting your spit pool to help make the glide easier. Itâs messy and wet, just the way Seungcheol likes it, his moans backtracking the slick sounds coming from your mouth.
What you canât fit in your mouth properly, you cover with your hand, squeezing periodically as you stroke upward, meeting your stretched lips.Â
âGod,â Seungcheol whispers. âYou know how to suck cock.â
Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you grin, feeling the sting in your mouth from the stretch. Your lips are cum and spit-slicked, sticky as you continue to stroke him.Â
âThanks,â you laugh. âI heard Iâm wifey material.â
âFucking, shit, yeah a little bit. Fuckkkk, mouth please.âÂ
You comply, sucking him back into your mouth. Heâs putty underneath you, hips twitching off the bed a little as soft sounds drip from his mouth. You watch, totally hypnotized by the way he moved, the way his hairline gets a little sweaty as he nods, encouraging you.Â
Biting his lip, he lifts a hand from the bed to grab at you, pulling you off of him. âCome here,â he growls, opening his.Â
Seungcheol pulls you to him, not caring that your mouth is a mess. His tongue delves in, exploring the mixed taste of champagne and precum, hands pulling at your dress to peel it off of you.Â
âLet me sit against the headboard,â he pants, breaking the kiss to scoot backward. You peel your underwear off and toss them, following him across the mattress as he settles. He pats his lap and reaches for you. âCome here, baby.âÂ
You settle into his lap again, mouth melding to his. His hands explore you, gripping your ass, squeezing your waist, running up your front to pinch at your nipples. You moan into his mouth, carding your fingers in his hair and pulling at the stimulation, your head tilting back a little.
He takes the opportunity to attach his lips to your throat, biting sharply and soothing the sting with his tongue. Sinking a little lower, you feel your pussy brush against his cock and you sigh, gently rolling your hips to slide your sticky folds up his shaft.Â
Seungcheol groans against you, mouth feverish against your skin. He maps your throat, kissing and biting his way to your chest, where he steals a pert nipple into his mouth to give a harsh suck. You squeal and he grins, plucking at your sensitive bud with his teeth.Â
Holding onto him, you let him lavish attention to your tits the way he wants, hands squeezing, tongue flicking. It feels good. Aflame, you continue to roll your hips shallowly in his waist, just giving the barest of stimulation to you both.
A hand slides between your legs, his fingers finding your swelling clit, pressing against it. You whine loudly, fighting off a violent shiver. He grins where he has your breast in his mouth, sucking generously as he lazily circles your clit with his fingers.Â
âCheol,â you whisper-whine. âYou said no teasing.â
âI said no teasing me.â His fingers slide backward and dip into your entrance teasingly. You clench around nothing, aching for him to do something. âFlustered, huh?âÂ
âPlease give me something.â
He presses his lips against the side of your jaw, grinning. âFine.â He sinks a single finger into you and you sigh in immediate relief. It isnât enough but itâs something, your hips rocking to take him in deeper. âBetter?â
âI can take more.âÂ
âOf course you can.â He pushes in another finger, the stretch so good. âYouâre my girl. You can take what I give you.â
Dropping your head to his shoulder, you nod. You hide your face in his flushed skin, riding his fingers as he slowly slides them home, working you gently. They press against your sensitive spot and you curse, gripping him a little tighter.Â
Impatient and needing more, you grind yourself forward, fucking his hand properly. He laughs, letting you take what you need, cupping you fully so the heel of his palm grinds into your clit. Your movements are frenzied, driven by the desire for him, the feeling curling inside you.Â
âJust like that,â he encourages. âFuck yourself on my fingers just like that.âÂ
You do, thighs aching and body shaking. The sheets stick to your legs as you work yourself up, sweaty palms sliding against Seungcheolâs shoulders. He whispers in your ear, voice low and scratchy, adding to the building mania inside of you.Â
âShit,â you hiss, feeling the tightness in your stomach start to boil over.Â
âCome on, come around my fingers. You got it.âÂ
His gentle voice pushes you over all the way and you clench around his fingers, coming undone. Your hips stop moving and your legs squeeze around his as you seize up. Seungcheol is having none of it, taking the lead to drive his fingers up into you as you flutter around him.
âOh,â you gasp as he finer fucks you through the rest of your orgasm, sucking at a tender spot on your neck until youâre trembling and a mess. âOkay, okay, okay.âÂ
Seungcheol takes it easy on you, pulling his fingers from between your legs with a slick noise. You heave against him, catching your breath while he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks obnoxiously.Â
âMmm.â
âReally?â
âYes.â He smacks your ass and you squeak. âRide my cock like that?âÂ
Huffing, you extend to your full height on your knees. He grabs the base of his shaft, eyes fixed on the mess between your legs as you sink down slowly. His tip breaches you, both of you letting out a sound as you keep going, holding your breath as he stretches you open.
Seungcheol taps your waist. âBreathe.âÂ
You do, inhaling a breath as you nestle in his lap, seated fully, clenching around him. âThanks.â
âMhmm.âÂ
Seungcheolâs hands move up your sides, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. This time, you know the look in his eye is real. His gaze is covetous, looking at you like youâre his because you are.Â
You catch his hands with yours, linking your finger and squeezing. He smiles, looking up at you with dark locks of hair in his face. You smile back, starting to roll your hips, using his hands to steady yourself.
Everything feels like an exposed nerve. The cool air of the hotel room brushes across your back, making you shiver. The mattress dips under your movement, your thighs flexing to keep your balance steady, Seungcheolâs grip on you helping.Â
âYouâre so perfect,â Seungcheol mutters, using your linked hands to pull you toward him. Your hands slip from him, going to the headboard to help lift you instead. His grip finds your waist, aiding in your movement while his mouth finds your breasts. âGod these tits.âÂ
An ache settles in your thighs but you ignore it, chasing an orgasm. You tremble in his hold, breath punching out of you as he mumbles your name, watching you with fucked out eyes and lips parted, like youâre giving him everything he ever wanted.
You kind of feel that way. The way he looks at you isnât that different from before, but now youâre confident in it, realizing that everything with Seungcheol felt too intimate because it was. Casual was never the right name for it, neither of you having any idea how to really be no strings attached.Â
âMy fucking legs hurt,â you admit, panting. âCan you take over?âÂ
âMhmm.â Seungcheol surges forward, knocking you backward onto the bed. You laugh, bouncing a little as he pulls out and helps maneuver you. âTurn around for me.âÂ
With shaking arms, you follow his instruction. The sheets cling to you as you roll, making you huff and swat at them. He chuckles, peeling them away from your sweaty skin while you settle on your stomach, arching your ass a little.Â
He palms your left cheek, groaning and dragging his blunt nails down the curve to your hip where he grabs you. âUnreal,â he whispers, to either you or himself.Â
You gasp when he thrusts pack in, punching the air from your lungs as he sets a sharp pace. You jostle on the bed, grabbing the sheets and knotting your hands in them to keep you in place, a stream of whimpers leaving you.Â
A hand slips up your spine, pressing flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you down further into the bed. You gasp and nod, Seungcheol taking it as a sign to put more weight into it, angling his hips so heâs fucking down into you.Â
Itâs hard to breathe, the dizziness taking over as your skin starts to turn to static, orgasm so close that you can feel the buzz between your legs. He keeps going like that, pinning you hard to the bed as his hips crash into yours.Â
His name leaves your mouth in a cry as you squeeze around him, letting loose. He curses, picking up his pace, ignoring the wet squelch as he does, palm pressing you harder into the bed as you come.Â
You think you might disintegrate, unable to do anything but make broken sounds as he chases his orgasm. Just when you think you might not get another breath, he comes, the pressure on your back lifting a little. You gasp for air, feeling the room tilt as his thrusts slow, becoming gentle.Â
Seungcheolâs hands are soothing on your back, fingers dancing up and down your spine, delicate. Heâs muttering something to you but you canât hear him, the pounding of your heart far too loud, pulse rattling in your ears.Â
When his hips are still, his hands keep moving. He leans over you, careful not to put his weight on you, mouth kissing across your shoulders. Your cheek is pressed flat against the sheet as you pant, coming down from a fever pitch.Â
âYou okay if I get up and get you water?â the question is whispered across your cheek, where Seungcheol presses a tender kiss. You nod and he kisses you again before peeling away from you.Â
Laying in the bed, you drift, listening to him shuffle around to the kitchen. Youâre sleepy but more aware now. When the bed dips again, you crack your eye open, watching as he navigates carefully on his knees, two glasses of water in hand.Â
âCan you sit up or do you need help?â You shake your head and muster the strength you have left to sit up. Your muscles spasm as you do, a groan leaving your mouth as the room spins from the change in perspective. âYou okay?â
âThirsty,â you rasp, reaching for the glass he offers. Gulping down the cool water, youâre aware of his eyes on you, watching you drain the glass as he sips his. âThank you.â
He takes the empty glass and kisses your lips. âMhmm. Need more?â
âNo, Iâm good. I just need to sleep for five hundred years, no big deal.âÂ
âDamn, five hundred goes crazy. Do you think weâll have flying cars by then?âÂ
Seungcheol puts both glasses on the nightstand and peels back the covers of the bed. He slips under them, patting the spot next to him. You crawl over, limbs heavy and uncoordinated. He laughs at you and you scowl, but manage to clamber in next to him, warm beneath the blankets and tucked into his chest.
âYes, definitely. And like giant sexy holograms advertising porn, probably.â
âThatâs the first thing you think of in the future? Porn?â
âListen,â you huff, laying your head against his chest and closing your eyes. âIâm still a little champagne buzzed and you just fucked me until I couldnât breathe for a while. Cut me slack.âÂ
âSure thing, wifey.âÂ
âUgh. Is that our thing now?âÂ
âMhmm. Everything pre-relationship has henceforth been replaced with the relationship-only era. Pretend you have amnesia.âÂ
A huff of laughter leaves you. âSure thing.âÂ
âI mean I feel like I have amnesia.â You give him a questioning look. Heâs contemplative, staring with unseeing eyes as he plays with your fingers. âI had an entire life and habits before you, and I swear itâs like sometimes my memory actually starts with that first night at the bar.âÂ
âReally?â
âYeah. Youâre just around a lot and I like to think itâs always been that way. And Iâm kind of sorry for taking so long to admit nothing about this was casual for me.âÂ
You smile. âWasnât for me either.âÂ
âGood.â He snuggles into you, settling in silence for a few moments. âThanks for letting me win pool that first night.âÂ
âI did not let you win that game, oh my god.âÂ
âJust admit it! You wanted to taste my goodies and you let me win.âÂ
âIâm gonna give you some damn amnesia,â you mutter, but grin as he hugs you tight.
âSure thing, wifey. Sure thing.âÂ
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Inside Out (Logan Howlett x f!reader)
A/N: Oh my god I'm back again. This is another soft!Logan fic. I couldn't hold myself back from writing this one. The next fic I have planned is going to be devious and diabolical, I promise, but for now, here's another angsty, soft and smutty Logan one shot. Couldn't stop listening to "Inside Out" by Duster while writing this one. I think it fits. Hope you guys enjoy :)
Summary: After a tense battle, you and Logan have it out (in more ways than one).
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ Minors DNI! Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, PIV (unprotected...wrap it up, this is fiction!), Allusions to PTSD/mental health, Frenemies to Lovers, Fem!reader, AFAB!reader, Mutant!reader, Telepathic!reader (with heightened senses/visions), cannon typical violence/allusions to death, non-sexual intimacy becomes sexual intimacy (not sure if that warrants a warning), angry!Logan, reader has hair (length/texture/color not described!) major angst, probably grammatical errors, I think that's everything.
Word Count: 4477 wow
You and Logan are surrounded. You can hear the other members of the team nearby in the forest, screaming, grunting, fighting. Guns going off, ricocheting against trees. And now, there is a circle of government-sanctioned mutant hunters pointing their machine guns and rifles directly at the two of you.Â
Your heart beats out of your chest. How the fuck are you going to get out of this? It seems impossible. Sure, you and Logan can regenerate, but not nearly fast enough. Youâre outnumbered 2 to at least 40, and more to come. Maybe this is the end. Maybe thereâs no going home this time.Â
But then, an idea crosses your mind. Briefly. A flash. A shot in the dark. But itâs there. And if youâre strong enough, it might just work.
You wince as another presence weaves itself through the fabric of your thoughts. No, Charles shouts in your mind. Itâs too dangerous.Â
You shake him off, forcing up your mental shields. Logan recognizes that look on your face. He can tell youâre up to something. He has always been able to read you like a book.Â
âDonât you dare put yourself in danger,â he mutters under his breath so only you can hear him. âWe are all walking out of here, and youâre no exception.â
You close your eyes. âWhen I tell you to get down, you get down.â
âAbsolutely not!â His nostrils flare. The government agents cock their guns.Â
âLo, get down.â
âFuck no!â
You can feel it comingâfeel their fingers bracing their triggers. Pulling. Pulling. Pulling. Everything is silent for a moment. You can hear everything. Nothing. Thereâs a squirrel running up a tree just a few feet away. A cold breeze sweeps through your legs. Peace.Â
It never lasts long, does it?
âNOW!â
BANG! The shots ring out, echoing against the branches, the sound shaking the trees.Â
With half your focus, you shove Logan to the ground, and with the other, you stop each and every bullet pointed in your direction. You stop the agents too, freezing them in their places. Dense, heavy sweat builds upon your brow. Youâre trembling, your hands stretched out towards Logan and the agents, but youâre still in control. You can hold on a bit longer. Â
You swallow harshly, forcing the bullets to rain down to the ground. With the twist of your hand, you remove the magazines from each of the guns and unload them, the ammunition falling to the ground, too. With the agents still under your control, you bend their wrists just enough so that they sprain; just enough so that they canât fight back.Â
And then comes that sudden, familiar shift in your body and in your mind. Youâre weakening, losing control, struggling to breathe. You growl in agony, your head ready burst from the pressure of hanging on too longâbut you have to finish this. You have to save your friends.Â
You have to save Logan.Â
With one final push of your hand, you send the government agents flying deep into the forest, screaming in pain at the sheer force it takes. You fall to your knees, down on the ground next to Logan. You try to catch your breath, your chest heaving rapidly. You cough, choking on your own breath and saliva as the taste of metal burns at the back of your throat. You swallow it all down. One more second of that, or a few more agents to fend off, and you might not have made it. You might have died trying.Â
You regain some of your energy after a few moments on the ground. Itâs not until you try to stand that you notice Loganâs hand on your back. He tries to help you up, but you shake him off.Â
âIâm fine,â you protest, dusting off your uniform.Â
âFine?â Fuck. Heâs angry. âYou call that fine? You almost died!â
You turn to face him. He wants anger? Oh, you can show him what anger fucking looks like. âWe would be dead if I didnât do that! I did what I had to do!â
He prowls toward you. His claws are still out. âAre you fucking crazy?â Heâs backing you into a tree now. âTell me, what the fuck was that? What did you think you were doing?â He retracts his claws as he pins his hands into the tree, right next to your head. The bark scratches into the rips in your uniform.Â
You condescendingly poke his chest with your pointer figure. If heâs going to treat you like a child, youâre going to do the same to him. âSaving your ass, thatâs what!â You shout back.Â
âThis is not the time or place for you two to have it out.â Scottâs grating voice fills your ears. He is the last personâs opinion youâd like to hear right now.
You and Logan snap your heads to face him. âShut the fuck up, Scott!â You spit in unison. He throws his hands up and backs away.Â
âYou couldâve gotten yourself killed!â Logan practically growls.Â
You shake your head, your nostrils flaring. âI was protecting you!â You shout. âAnd I did! It worked!â
The rest of the team starts to board the jet, but Logan shows no sign of budging. Storm crosses her arms as she stands in front of the ramp. âLogan, letâs go.âÂ
He doesnât move an inch, still caging you in. âIâve got the bike. Iâll take her with me.â
âMy bike!â Scott calls from just inside the ship. Logan shoots him a death stare. Even you roll your eyes at the comment.Â
âLogan,â Charles chides from next to Storm, his voice a warning.Â
You tilt your head past Logan to see Charles. âItâs fine. Iâll go with him. Weâll meet you guys at the mansion.âÂ
Charles nods. You swear you can see a faint smirk spread across his face, but heâs turning around and wheeling himself up the ramp before you can truly make out his expression.Â
The ramp shuts behind him, and the jet powers up to leave. âSo how are we settling this, hm?â You ask, cockily. Logan works his jaw, staring down at you with a fury youâre not quite sure youâve seen before. âWhat would you like to do, bub?â You smirk. âWhat, you gonna tell me weâre supposed to be a team or something? Thought that wasnât your style.â You know youâre being harsh, using his own words against him, ripping into him, but you donât care. The jet takes off, but neither you nor Logan pay it any mind.Â
His tongue swipes his bottom lip, and you canât help but watch. You try to ignore how much you like the sight of it. Of him.Â
âNever,â he seethes, not wavering an inch. âNever do anything like that again.â
âWhy?â Is all you ask, knowing full well youâre poking the bear. âItâs nothing you wouldnât have done.â
He ignores you and presses on. âI swear to God, if anything ever happens to you, I will punch a fucking hole in the goddamn universe so big thatâŚâ He trails off, his eyes searching your face. Thereâs a shift in his expression. âSo fucking big thatâŚâ But he still doesnât finish the sentence. His eyes are glossed over, like heâs holding back tears.Â
Youâre suddenly embarrassed. You canât keep his stare, his eyes locked on you. You look down at the leaf-covered ground, and you realize just how dirty you are. Blood on your hands, under your nails, caked into your skin. Youâre finally understanding the gravity of the momentâof what could have been if your plan didnât work.Â
âIt was the only way,â you pause, feeling tears sting behind your sinuses, burning as they reach your eyes. âOnly way I saw it ending without you d-dying.â You have to choke the words out. âC-couldnât lose you,â you mutter, hoping he canât hear you.Â
âAnd what?â He says, not backing down. âYou think youâre the only one with something to lose?â
âN-no,â you stutter softly. âThatâs not what I meant at all. I justââ
âIâd rather die than live in a world without you.â He says finally. He pushes himself off the tree and away from you. He turns, walking towards wherever he parked the bike.Â
You look at his back in disbelief. âW-what?â âYou fucking heard me,â he shouts, not bothering to stop and wait for you or to elaborate further. You push your back off the tree and follow him through the forest.Â
âSlow down!â You call out, still not quite fully recovered from using your powers. But he keeps pressing forward. âLogan!â You call again. âPlease, Iââ You stumble a bit, almost falling over, but you catch yourself just in time. You reach out to a tree for support, gripping a low branch tightly in your hand. You suck in deep, shaky breaths as you let your eyes fall closed.Â
Logan shouts your name in the near distance, his voice filled with panic. His footsteps crunch the leaves of the forest floor. You can tell heâs sprinting with every twig that cracks beneath his boots. âFuck, are you okay?â Heâs next to you now, his arms enveloping you, reaching around your waist to offer you support.Â
You can feel your tears bubbling to the surface, threatening to burst. âIâm sorry,â you mumble, opening your eyes to look up at him. âI just didnât see any other way.â
âI know.â His voice is gentler now, calmer. He helps you straighten up, taking a tentative step and watching as you take one too. He walks slowly, making sure not to rush you, keeping an eye on your every move. âIâm sorry too,â he says. âWhat you doâŚyou just scare me sometimes.â
You hope he doesnât see the tear that slips out the corner of your eye and down your cheek. âI scare myself. I still canât control my powers. I know Iâm a monster.â You can see the bike in the distance, so you take another step, but Logan stops. âI just feel so inside out sometimes, like I canât be comfortable in my own head never mind my own skin.â
âI didnât mean it like that.â His voice is steady now, firm. His grip around your waist tightens, keeping you in place. âYouâre not a monster. Youâre beautifulââ He cuts himself off. âWhat you can do, is beautiful.â
âThen what is it that scares you?â You need to know.Â
âYouâre just so selfless. What you did back thereâŚâ He pauses. âYou knew you could die. I saw it in the way you were standing. The way you looked at me. It was reckless.â
He searches your face, your eyes, your lips for an answer. âYouâre no better,â you huff out. Logan smirks, guiding you towards the bike yet again. âItâs just what you do when you care about someone.â
âI know.â His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. âI know,â he repeats.Â
He helps you onto the back of the bike, holding your hips as you straddle the seat. His hands linger longer than they should. He squeezes softly before letting go and walking to the front. He straddles the bike himself, grabbing the key from his jacket pocket and turning it into the ignition. The bike springs to life.Â
âHang on, alright?â He calls out over the roar of the engine. You nod against his back, slipping your arms under his jacket and around his waist. He kicks the stand up, and the bike rumbles underneath you as he presses on the gas. You tighten your hold on him as the bike jolts forward.Â
You rest your head on his back, letting yourself fold over him completely. Heâs warm and solid underneath you. You shut your eyes, too tired to watch the tires speed across the black pavement. Aside from the engine, the tires against the street below, and the wind, thereâs no sound. No one around. Itâs just you and Logan. Alone.Â
You feel him breathe in deeply. âDonât know what Iâd do if you didnât make it.â  You can feel the words reverberate in his back. âI mean it.â
âBut I did,â you say, lifting your head so that you can speak against his ear. âIâm right here.â He hums in affirmation, and you rest your head on his back again. You hesitantly reach your hands under his shirt this time, arms wrapping around him as tight as possible. You know this is pushing the boundaries of your âfriendship,â but he doesnât stop youâdoesnât push you away. He just hums again. âIâm not going anywhere,â you murmur, and shut your eyes.Â
âGood.â
The ride back to the mansion isnât terribly long, and you wish it couldâve been longer. Logan drives the bike into the garage, taking the keys out of the ignition and kicking out the stand. You lift your head, and before you can even think of getting up on your own, Logan is wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you off the seat.Â
You let him hold you there for a moment. You try to tell yourself that this is just a hug between friends, that this whole situation is what happens when you care about someone too much. But itâs hard to lie to yourself when you feel so impossibly strongly about someone.Â
He drops his arms from your body and silently takes your hand in his. He guides you to the door that leads to the mansion, keeping you close.Â
Itâs dark once you step inside. Everyone must have gone to bed. It likely took you and Logan five times as long as the jet to get back to the mansion. Quiet fills the halls. Thereâs not a stir, not a creak, not a step. You can sense that everyone is asleep, or at least in their rooms.Â
âLo?â You whisper. He squeezes your hand. A surge of confidence racks through you. âCan you stay with me?â Youâre not quite sure what you mean by thatâwhat you expect him to do if he stays. All youâre certain of is that you donât want him to leave.Â
He nods, leading you up the stairs. âWonât go anywhere, sweetheart.â He guides you down the hall towards his room. âLetâs get cleaned up, okay?âÂ
He opens the door and guides you in, shutting it carefully behind him. He lets go of your hand, the sudden emptiness making your palm feel cold. How do people become so important, so quickly? How can someone letting go of your hand hurt so bad when theyâre still just a few feet away? Youâre not sure, but you know this feeling is dangerous.Â
Heâs rummaging through his drawers for a few seconds before he pulls out a t-shirt and places it on the dresser in front of him. He grabs another set of clothes, closes the drawer, and carries them over to you. He extends the shirt out to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. Thatâs what he is right now: soft. Youâre not used to this side of him.Â
You take the shirt from him, smiling back. âYou should shower. You can use mine.â His head tilts towards the bathroom on the other side of his room. You nod and pad over, opening the door, turning on the lights, and closing the door behind you.Â
You keep moving, undressing and turning the water on. It doesnât take long for the water to heat up, the steam fogging every inch and surface of the room. You step inside the shower, letting the water run down your body. Your eyes fall closed while your mind searches for some kind of peace. You try to recall what Charles often told you: Calm your mind. But it isnât working this time. Your mind is racing.Â
You envision Loganâs angry, fearful face; his concern and panic. Charlesâs call that it would be too dangerous echoes and reverberates. You see yourself dead on the ground, Logan holding your lifeless body in his arms. Even worse, you find yourself imagining that it didnât work at allâthat you couldnât save the team, never mind yourself. This time itâs Loganâs body you see, on the ground, dead. Just like that, your whole world can slip out of your hands and turn to nothing.Â
Choked sobs escape your throat as you let yourself fall to your knees. Thereâs a piercing, splitting pain somewhere deep inside your head. These visions, these feelings, this painâitâs physical and mental. And itâs too much. Itâs not the first time youâve had visions like these after a fight or a mission, but it is the worst episode yet.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door, followed by Logan calling your name. You try to answer, but your voice is caught in your throat. Logan knocks harder, but you still canât speak. âIâm coming in!â The door swings open and his eyes widen as he sees your crumpled form on the shower floor, face stained red with tears.Â
He shoves the shower door open, practically cracking the glass in the process. Youâre suddenly hyper-aware of how naked you are, but itâs clear Logan isnât. His gaze is trained on your face. âI-it happens, sometimes,â you stutter, reassuring him that this is normal. âA-after missions.â
Loganâs shoulders relax, his eyes softening with understanding. âI know what you mean.â His hands come up to your arms, rubbing gently. âLet me help you.â He gestures with his head toward the shower. You nod and watch as Logan takes his shirt off. He stands to take off his jeans, and you look away, taking the moment to force yourself to stand. You hear him step into the shower and slide the door shut behind him.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble, swallowing harshly.Â
Logan stands behind you, less than a foot away. The shower is just big enough for the two of you. âNothing to be sorry for. Just let me take care of you.âÂ
âOkay,â you whisper. You hear him shuffle a bit, squeeze a bottle, and shuffle a bit more.Â
âCan I touch you?â He asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you answer. You wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating. But before you can think about it too much, his hands come up to your wet hair. He massages shampoo into your scalp, his fingertips scrubbing ever so gently. You feel your shoulders settleâyour body relax. No one has ever done anything like this for you before.Â
You watch as the dirt trickles down your body to the drain. After a few moments of massaging, Logan nudges you forward a bit, and you take the hint to step under the water fully. You close your eyes as he scrubs the shampoo from your hair.Â
When heâs done, he removes his hands from your hair and slides them down to your neck, and then to your shoulders. You step away from the water, almost bumping into his chest in the process.Â
ââMâsorry,â you mumble.Â
âNo more apologizing, darlinâ.â His hands come off your shoulders. You feel lost without the contact. You listen as the bottle pops open again, and Logan quickly scrubs the shampoo into his own hair. You instinctively step forward to let him rinse, and he does.
You take a deep breath, trying to concentrate and calm down now that his hands arenât on you. But it doesnât last long. He opens another bottle, pouring more liquid into his hands.Â
He rests his hands on your shoulders again. You can feel the body wash run down your arms. âCan IâŚâ Logan trails off, his hands firm, unmoving until you give the word.Â
âMhm,â you hum. His hands start to work the soap into your arms, up to your neck, your collarbone, stopping just above your chest. âLogan,â you murmur, letting yourself lean into him. You feel his heart beating against your back. His breath fans over your shoulder.
You can tell heâs losing his composure, the way he slouches around you, inviting you in. This isnât something friends do. You two arenât friends. This is something more.Â
And he knows.Â
âThereâs no coming back from this,â he whispers, his lips at your temple. âIf we do this.â
You push back further into him. âWho says Iâd want to go back?â
Your back is suddenly met with the cold shower wall, your chest flush with Loganâs. His lips press into yours, swallowing your moans as his hands come up to your breasts, pinching your nipples lightly. He moves down your body quickly, leaving a trail of kisses down your jawline, your neck, the center of your chest, your stomach, stopping just above your clit.Â
âRelax,â he soothes, his thumbs brushing your hips. He spreads your legs with the palms of his hands before pressing a kiss to your clit. You shudder at the feeling, whispering his name and throwing your head back.Â
He licks a long stripe up your cunt, landing on your clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking roughly. He laps at you hungrily, like a man starved. One of his hands resting on your hip comes down in between your thighs, experimentally sliding through your folds, teasing your entrance.Â
It feels so good, but you want himâneed himâcloser. He inserts two fingers, gently pumping in and out, flicking your clit with his tongue at the same time.Â
âLogan,â you whine. You look down at him, his head buried in your cunt. He looks up at you, his eyes wide and filled with lust. Youâre already close. But itâs not enough âNeed you, now. Want you here.â
âIâm here,â he mumbles against your core. Youâre shaking, melting underneath him.Â
âN-need you,â you beg again. âPlease.âÂ
He sucks on your clit one last time before removing his fingers from your cunt and standing up to meet you.
His hands rest on either side of your head. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of him. âAre you sure you want this?â His voice wavers just a bit, a slight tremble shaking the usual steadiness of his words. He looks down to your lips and back up to your eyesâhis jaw working, as if heâs searching for a sign that youâve changed your mindâthat you donât want him anymore.Â
But youâll always want him. You always have.Â
âY-yes,â You stutter. He wraps one hand around the back of your neck and uses the other to hoist one of your legs around his waist. His hard cock rubs against your stomach as he moves to line up with your entrance.Â
âWanted you this whole time, pretty girl.â He thrusts into you, sinking down to the hilt. He stays there for a moment, pulling you into him, his free hand grabbing your ass and picking you up so that both legs wrap around his waist.Â
He uses the wall as leverage, fucking you into the tiles at your back. Once heâs sure youâre stable against him, his hand leaves your ass and comes in between your bodies, searching for your clit. He begins to stroke, drawing perfect circles there, while his cock hits that sweet spot inside you.Â
Itâs perfect, everything about this moment is perfect. It all feels so good. You moan his name, his hips rutting into you over and over again.
âDoing so good for me,â he husks, biting the skin just under your jaw, licking the spot where your pulse point is, peppering kisses there. You wonder if he does it because itâs a reminder that youâre still here, still alive, still breathing. âTaking me so well, sweetheart.âÂ
His words work to coax you off the edge, each swipe of his fingers and thrust of his cock bringing you closer to your orgasm. âL-Logan,â you stutter, his nameâhimâthe only thing in your normally noisy mind. This is what peace is. This is the calm youâve been searching for your whole life: itâs him.Â
You can feel his pace growing faster, his cock pushing deeper, stretching you out as he plunges into you. âYou feel so fucking good,â he groans, kissing your pulse point again. âSo fucking beautiful.âÂ
Your walls flutter around him, your clit becoming overstimulated and sensitive as he flicks roughly. Youâre so close. âLoââ but you canât find the words.Â
âThatâs it, pretty girl,â he mumbles, his forehead pressing to yours. âWant you to look at me when you come. Can you do that for me?âÂ
You moan a yes as he buries his cock deep inside you, before pulling out and pumping back in again.Â
You can feel your eyes growing heavy, but you keep them open, watching Logan as he pulls your orgasm from you. âThatâs it. Iâve got you.â His words, the bass of his voice, him, it all sends you over the edge. He works you through it, still circling your clit, his pace growing sloppier as he chases his own orgasm.Â
You wrap your legs tighter around his waist. He knows what you want. âInside,â you whisper.Â
âOh f-fuck,â he moans, coming inside you, filling you up.Â
His thrusts begin to slow, his hand leaving that space between your bodies. You feel like air, weightless, drunk off the way he makes you feel. He carefully slips out of you, but he doesnât put you back down on the ground. He simply readjusts, picking you up in his arms and carrying you out of the shower.Â
He sets you down on the bathmat and crosses the tiled floor to the towel rack, where two towels conveniently hang. He wraps one towel around his waist as he strides over to you. He starts to dry you off, rubbing you gently, kissing each spot he dries as he goes. Heâs worshipping you, taking care of you. No one has ever taken care of you like this.Â
Once heâs finished, he wraps you up in the towel, and picks you up again. He carries you back into his room, resting you gently on the already turned-down bed. He crawls in after you, discarding his towel in the process. You toss your towel to the side, too. You nestle in under the covers, and Logan does the same.Â
He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You can feel that peace again, that calm from before, when he was buried inside of you. It was him. It was always him. Your mind is quiet, no longer all loud and inside out.Â
âIâve got you,â Logan whispers, his legs tangling with yours.Â
You bury your face into his chest. âDonât let go.â But you know you donât need to ask.Â
His mind is already made up.Â
âNever will.âÂ
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My Lover Boy (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)
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Request: "Can you write something super angsty, like the reader and Spencer have something going on, but technically, they're just friends, and then everything with Lila Archer happens? She's sad but tries not to show it to him, and he is mad at himself for getting with Lila. Derek is teasing him, and it's super angsty, but it all ends up okay."
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.
Summary: You think something is going on with Spencer, something beyond friendship. But you start to question it when a case in LA pushes Spencer to spend time with Lila Archer.
Word Count: 4.6k
TW: Angst with a happy ending. Use of some strong words. Some suggestive comments. Mention of having sex. If I forgot something, let me know.
A/N: Thanks for the request! Keep sending them to me.
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"Hey, did you get something?" You ask Spencer when he returns to the precinct. He and Gideon were at a gallery open to obtain information for the case you are working on in LA.
Spencer shrugs. "Not really. They all were more interested in photos and the press."
"Celebrities," you huff playfully, and Spencer chuckles.
"Yeah. Something like that," Spencer agrees.
"I'm going to grab some coffee. Do you want some?" You offer, standing from where you were checking the case folders.
"Sure," Spencer accepts, sitting and grabbing a folder for himself to inspect. You pass by him and squeeze his shoulders in a gentle gesture, subtly kissing his head.
"I'll be right back," you murmur before leaving the room.
Things with Spencer have been kind of odd for a while. Sure, you still are coworkers and friends, but ultimately, it is like you both are getting to terms with the idea that something else is going on. You don't know what it is really, and neither of you has sat to talk about it.
Why? Lack of time, maybe? Fear of being misreading the signals? Both?
Whatever it is, you have been acting like nothing is happening, although you almost kissed after a bar outing two weeks ago. You would have if Morgan hadn't called Spencer when you were about to kiss outside your apartment.
After the interruption, neither of you brought up the topic again.
Now you are stuck in LA, trying to solve a case involving celebrity killings. So, of course, the media and the locals have been nailing your asses for answers.
There is no time for anything else but to try to catch the unsub as soon as possible. Hotch asked you to narrow the unsub comfort zone. It's a task that's usually assigned to Spencer, but Hotch has him tracking information from one of the possible unsub's targets: Lila Archer, an actress with a promising career ahead.
"Pretty boy now has the best assignment in this case," Derek sighs as he slumps into one of the chairs in the meeting room.
Elle and you scoff at his dramatics. Morgan points an accusing finger at you.
"If you have seen her, I'm sure you would agree with me."
Neither of you pays too much attention to Derek's tantrum and keeps working instead.
It's almost night, and when Hotch returns to the precinct with Gideon and no Spencer in sight, you raise an eyebrow.
"Where is the genius?" Elle asks.
"With Miss Archer. We need to keep an eye on her, and Reid has the rapport already," Hotch explains before asking for your progress in the task you were assigned.
How does Spencer suddenly become a bodyguard? You don't know, but don't question it. You assume Hotch knows what he's doing.
An hour later, Garcia calls, saying the cameras at Lila's property show a strange person wandering around. The fact Spencer is not answering his phone makes everyone flock out of the police station, and all of you think the unsub is trying to get into the house.
What if the unsub is already inside and hurt Spencer? Shit, you are a nervous wreck, although you try to mask it to the rest of the team.
When arriving at the house, Hotch split everyone: Morgan and Elle are assigned to the front. Hotch and you take the backyard. Gideon, with the patrols, canvass the main street.
As you approach, your heart beats faster and faster. With your gun aimed, you're ready for anything but the fact you hear laughing coming from the pool.
You are covering Hotch's back, and he is as confused as you after opening the gate.
You both see Lila getting out of the pool in a fit of laughs and Spencer, entirely clothed, inside the pool.
"Are you okay, Miss Archer?" Hotch asks, holstering his gun and checking the surroundings with his gaze.
"Oh, Agent Hotchner. I didn't know you were coming," she mentions casually, wrapping a towel around her torso.
Realizing danger isn't imminent, you holster your gun, too, and reach a hand to help Spencer.
"What the hell happened?" You ask him as you take in his drenched clothes and wet gun resting at the edge of the pool. Spencer doesn't look at you, only mumbling, "I fell."
Well, weird but not implausible, considering Spencer isn't the best-coordinated man in the world.
You help him, grabbing a towel from a chair and handing it to him. You take his gun and remove the bullets from the soaked chamber.
You want to know more about the whole situation, but before you have the chance to ask Spencer, you see Derek, Elle, and Gideon coming.
Finally, the alert came from a paparazzi who was around the house and wanted to take photographs of Lila. And regarding the pool? Lila said that she wanted a dip, and unfortunately, Dr. Reid tripped and fell.
No one says anything about it, but the looks Elle and Derek give Spencer catch your attention, as does the way Spencer avoids talking to you until you are called to return to the precinct.
Despite the incident, Lila insists Spencer stay as you continue investigating the evidence.
So you all come back to the station, minus Spencer.
You don't know why Elle instructs you to check the camera roll recovered from the paparazzi, but there you are, in a dark room, revealing what could be pieces of evidence.
What you do not expect is the kind of images that are showing before your eyes: Spencer and Lila Archer making out in the pool.
What-the-fuck?
Now, the scene you found when you arrived at the place with Hotch makes a little more sense. Spencer was entirely soaked while Lila, with a smug expression, walked into the house with a towel around her torso.
You don't know what reaction comes first. But you can recognize the deception and the way your heart shatters into a million pieces.
They were kissing. In the pool. At night. Like nothing is happening around them.
You have been working your ass to catch an unsub, and the doctor is enjoying himself with a movie star. In addition, they lied about the whole ordeal.
The tears pool in your eyes, but you are fighting not to let them fall. Not here. Not for Spencer. Not for anyone.
Why bother, anyway? You are just friends.
What? Will you ask him for an explanation?
It's not your place, even if you thought something was going on between you both.
How stupid you are. You don't stand a chance with him. Spencer only sees you as friend material.
With the entire film revealed, you shove the photos into a manila folder and leave the dark room.
Elle raises an eyebrow when she spots you walking toward her. You throw the folder over the table.
"Here's what you asked me for," you say in a harsh tone before turning around and walking out of the precinct. Elle doesn't say anything and doesn't need to open the folder to know what's going on.
When the team moves to Lila's house again a few hours later, already knowing who the unsub is, you stay behind in connection to Garcia to coordinate at the police station. You don't need to be there again.
You won't get exposed to see Spencer and Lila together.
Early in the morning, with the killer in custody and Lila Archer safe, you are ready to come back to Virginia.
During the flight, you seclude yourself in the farthest seat, headphones on and eyes closed. It works. No one disturbs you.
But you fail to notice Spencer's eyes on you the entire time.
After touching down, Hotch gathers you in the office to do the debriefing when you only want to go home.
Spencer tries to talk to you a few times, but you slip away from him every time, using whatever excuse not to speak.
Finally, Hotch officially closes the case and sends you home with two days off. Without saying goodbye to anyone, and with your heart broken, you run out of the BAU.
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Spencer looks for you when he exits the conference room, but you're already gone. His guts tell him something happened to you, and he is worried. Usually, you're open to talking to him, and with this thing going on between you both, Spencer doesn't know how to ask you about it. But even if he wants to do that, he needs to have you in the same room first.
And that will only happen once you are back at the BAU in two days.
He thinks maybe he should go to your place but refrains from the idea. Perhaps you're just tired, and he doesn't want to make it worse.
He doesn't know you sulked in your apartment the entire time, and when you all return to work two days later, you are not still talking to him.
Spencer trails behind you like a lost puppy. He tries to make some conversation with you every chance he gets, but you avoid him like the plague. Spencer still doesn't know why you're acting so cold with him, so he goes to someone who might know: Elle.
Spencer walks to her desk, ready to get some kind of answers.
"What is it, Reid?" Elle asks without looking at him. Spencer clears his throat.
"Do you know if something happened to her?" he questions, referring to you. Elle rolls her eyes in annoyance before lifting her gaze to him.
"Are you kidding me right now, Reid?"
Spencer frowns in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
Huffing, Elle digs through the stack of folders on her desk, pulls out the one with the photos you developed, and passes it on to Spencer.
"Serve yourself, genius."
Spencer proceeds to check what is inside, and his cheeks immediately start to burn.
"She - she saw these?" Spencer stutters. Elle pulls a face.
"If she saw these? She developed the camera roll and gave these to me."
Spencer wants to die. It makes perfect sense, but that means he screwed it up.
"Why did she do that?! I mean, no one else could have done it?"
"I asked her to," Elle says, folding her arms over her chest.
"Why did you do that?!" Spencer squeals.
It doesn't matter why, but he still can't believe you saw everything. Spencer knows it was wrong to kiss Lila back, but for him, it didn't mean anything. His heart already belongs to you, even if he hasn't told you yet.
"What did I know that she would find out photos of you and Lila sucking each other's faces? I thought there were only pictures of Miss Startlet swimming and you stupidly falling into the pool. Isn't that you told me happened?"
Spencer Reid has rarely been left speechless, but this is one of them. A mixture of shame, regret, and anger at himself makes his stomach churn, and he wants to dig a hole to disappear.
He needs to explain to you what happened. But how could he approach the subject? You and Spencer are friends in the first place, and he didn't tell you what really happened in that pool. You had to see it for yourself in those pictures.
And thinking about your 'situationship' makes it even worse.
Spencer leaves Elle's desk, thinking about what to say and looking for the best moment to talk to you. But luck isn't by his side: in mid-morning, Hotch announced there is a case.
At least it's local this time.
In the afternoon, he spots you walking alone in one of the hallways. It's now or never, he thinks.
"(Y/N), wait!"
Hearing your name, you reluctantly turn only to see Spencer jogging to catch up with you. You want to turn again and leave, but it won't be subtle if you do that.
"What is it, Spencer? There is something about the case?" You ask flatly. Spencer knows you know it isn't about the case, but he has to assume you don't.
"I - uh. No. It's not the case. I - I just want to make sure you are okay?" His voice is wary, and the fidgeting of his hands is a tale-telling that he's nervous.
"I'm okay. I'm great, actually," you say, faking cheerfulness. Your patience runs thin, and Spencer isn't helping.
He frowns, knowing what you are doing.
"Don't be like that. I really wanted to make sure you are okay," he mumbles shyly. You cross your arms over your chestâa defiant look in your eyes.
"And why I wouldn't, uh? Something bad happened to me? There is a single reason why I shouldn't be okay?"
Spencer contemplates his response for a second. How does he say it in a way that does not sound self-centered?
"I don't know. You haven't talked to me since the last case in LA."
Spencer opts to bring up the obvious and let the overwhelming evidence out of this for now.
"And that bothers you?" You ask in a disbelief tone.
Spencer knows this isn't working.
Damn to his inability to lead meaningful interactions when he needs to.
"Yes! I mean, we - we're friends. You can tell me if something is going on."
The friend card. Spencer thinks it's the safest approach. But he's wrong. You laugh humorlessly.
"Honestly, Spencer? I don't know if we are friends anymore."
Your tone tries to be cold, but behind it, there is a tiny wavering you try to suppress at all costs.
"What? Why are you saying that?"
That's the limit Spencer reaches and pushes you to snap.
"Because friends don't lie to each other! When I asked you what happened at Lila's house, you lied to me!"
Spencer gulps because he knows you are right.
That is what he needed to say first, and not have to wait until you were who threw it at him.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles, gazing at his feet.
And then again, the guilt, the embarrassment.
Why did he do it? He isn't attracted to Lila. Why did he kiss her back?
"Yeah, me too. But you know? I'm glad. I'm glad you finally found someone and that now I know where I stand."
It hurts you to say the words. Spencer can see the crack in your demeanor, and he is the one to blame.
"What? No! No, I'm not- I didn't find someone," he chimes in an attempt to clear this up. "It's not what you think."
"Isn't? I saw the pictures, Spencer. I developed them myself. I know what I saw."
"She kissed me!" Spencer exclaims, trying to get afloat because he feels he's drowning.
"So what? If that's the case, you kissed her back!" You spat, angry at the lame explanation coming from Spencer's mouth.
"It was a mistake! I shouldn't have done that! You have to believe me."
Spencer tries to take hold of your hand, but you don't let him, yanking your arm and keeping your distance from him.
"Why do you think it's a mistake? Uh? She's pretty, almost famous, she's into you. I don't think it is," you start, and Spencer frowns. "What I can't understand is why you didn't tell me the truth before I could find out from those goddamn photos. What did you expect? That I would criticize you? What would bother me about your love adventures in Hollywood? You said it yourself: we're just friends."
"(Y/N), please," Spencer tries to get to you but is to no avail.
"It's your fucking life, Spencer. Do what you want with it! But let me out of it."
Without another word, you storm out to who knows where but far away from him.
Spencer knows he fucked up big this time. And his attempt at apology made things only worse.
He didn't see you for the rest of the case. Spencer assumed you secluded yourself in Garcia's office.
From his spot at his desk, he can only see Elle's disapproving look.
There is no reasonable reason for what he did, and that consumes Spencer's brain. He doesn't like Lila. He has been pining for you long enough to be sure he loves you.
'Men are men,' Elle usually says when Derek brags about his conquests. Spencer always felt proud of not being that way. And what happens when a pretty actress jumps at him? He goes with it. Elle is right, then. He is like any other man.
The question is if he will do something to gain your trust - and affection - back. How can he fix this?
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A whole week has passed since the case in LA. The BAU looks pretty much the same as always, if not for the fact you only talk to Spencer when it is strictly necessary. The team doesn't pick up much of it, though. Only Elle knows what's going on, but she won't pester you with questions or unrequited advice.
Spencer is doing nothing extra to call your attention, although you can feel his eyes on you sometimes during the day. But you assume he got your message, and he'll go on with his life.
The problem is you can't bring yourself to do the same. You know your chances with Spencer are a past thing, but your heart still doesn't get the memo. And you try, really try to be neutral, professional, and collected. It works in the majority because nobody asks questions or refers to what happened in LA.
But the state of 'everything is fine' in you is fragile, and you know that.
It's Friday afternoon, and everyone wants to end their reports to go finally home. You see Spencer from the corner of your eyes. He is deep-writing in what you assume are the details from the last case. Elle is doing the same. You are trying to focus on your work, but the tiredness makes you go slower than you want.
Suddenly, the glass doors open to reveal a grinning Derek Morgan walking straight to Spencer's desk with something under his arm. It looks like a newspaper.
"Hey, lover boy!" Derek claps Spencer's back with a shit-eaten smirk plastered on his face. Spencer looks up at Derek with a frown. "Don't look at me like that Casanova. You are the one who didn't tell me about your little something with Miss Starlet."
Morgan places a newspaper he's carrying on Reid's desk. The cover is a photo of him making out with Lila Archer.
"W- what?" Spencer stutters as his cheeks redden. His eyes quickly move from the newspaper to find yours, and you only want to disappear. Averting his gaze, you try to focus again on the file you are reading. Elle rolls her eyes from her desk.
"My man! You slept with her that night, didn't you?"
"Morgan, stop," Spencer pleads, but Derek doesn't relent, even when the air in the room becomes way thick in instants.
"You can tell me! Is she good? I bet she is-"
"Morgan, no!" Spencer's high-pitched voice tries to make Morgan shut up.
"Come on, give me something pretty boy. She is wild in bed, doesn't she? How many hickeys did she leave on you?"
You actually cringe at Morgan's words. The sole idea of Lila and Spencer sleeping together makes you sick to your stomach.
You're about seconds to stand and get out.
Elle, who is observing the whole scenario - thing Derek doesn't - huffs in irritation.
"Why don't you and lover boy go to spill your gut about your sex life out of here? We are trying to work if you didn't notice."
Morgan frowns. Usually, Elle backs up his teasing to Spencer. But when he is about to say something again, you're - not so subtly - grabbing your things and storming out from the bullpen.
Your collected attitude goes out of the window.
All of them be damned, you think.
Spencer is standing right away to chase after you, leaving Morgan with a confused look, silently asking Elle what the hell just happened.
"I am only going to say that you are a total asshole, Derek Morgan," Elle states before returning to her files.
Meanwhile, you're pressing the elevator button, and you can feel Spencer rapidly nearing you.
â(Y/N)! Please, wait!"
When he's by your side, you intentionally look to another way.
"Not now, Spencer. Just let me go."
Just let me go. That statement has more meaning than the explicit one you're voicing.
"Morgan is only messing with me. I didn't sleep with her."
Spencer thinks blurting the truth will be enough to stop you from running away from him. But things are already more complicated than that.
"It doesn't matter, Spencer. Now, let me go."
Your insistence is more like an agonizing plea. You're so tired. There is no fight you want to engage in right now. You think you won this time when the elevator doors open, but it's short-lived as you see Spencer stepping inside as well.
"No! It does matter!"
The elevator doors close, and now only are you and him.
"Why? Uh? Why is it so important for you to tell me this?"
Your sudden raised voice takes Spencer aback. You're pissed off.
"Because - because it is the truth!" He defends.
And maybe he's right. Perhaps he didn't sleep with Lila, but your heart is already broken, and you only need space to get used to the idea and heal.
"Spencer. I already told you you don't owe me an explanation. Truth or not, it is not my business anyway."
Your tone is not angry but deflated, exhausted. Your gaze drops to the floor.
Spencer wants to scream; there is so much in his chest to say, but his brain doesn't cooperate in spilling something coherent.
"But I want it to be!" He decides to say, and he gets you to look at him again.
"What? are you talking about?"
"I want it - I want it to be your business," Spencer repeats, and you don't know what to say; you don't even know what he means.
The elevator dings and the door opens. You both stand there for a second, frozen after what looks like a confession. Or not. You're not sure.
"You don't know what you are saying," you mumble, deciding to move and pass him to walk into the parking garage.
"I know I should have said this before," Spencer continues walking after you. "I know I should have said something that night when we almost kissed. I regret I didn't."
You stop when he mentions that night. At this point, you thought he didn't care, and it didn't mean anything to him.
"Nothing happened that night," you say bitterly.
"But it should have. Don't tell me you didn't feel it," Spencer poses a hand on your shoulder to stop you from turning away again. Your eyes fill with tears, but you're fighting not to let them fall.
"And what if I did? It doesn't change anything," you shrug, a painful look in your eyes.
"It does! Because I love you and I do really want to make it up to you. I want you back. I want to amend the hurt I caused you for my stupidity."
Did he say 'I love you'? That takes you aback.
"Spencer-"
"I know I messed up. I know it was stupid to kiss Lila back. It doesn't matter if she did it first or not; you're right. But believe me, it didn't mean anything to me because she was not you. She is not you and will never be."
"You're confusing things," you shake your head, still not giving credit to his confession.
"After our fight the other day, I really thought about stepping back and leaving you alone. I have been torturing myself all week trying to conceive a life without you on it, mourning the lost of our friendship, and above all, mourning the lost of the prospect of to be your person, and you to be mine."
You can't keep your tears at bay anymore, so you let them free. Spencer cups your cheeks, and you can see tears in his eyes, too.
"But I can't. I can't let you go. Not without telling you the truth. And if you don't feel the same, that's okay; I won't push any further, and I'll leave you alone."
You can't tell him that you don't feel the same way because that would be the biggest lie in the universe. You are also sure that you love him, and that is why this situation has broken you so much.
You blink away some of your tears as Spencer looks at you, trying to read the truth in you.
"I think I have been in love with you since ever," you blurt out, with a half sob and half chuckle. "And I felt so heartbroken seeing you kissing her, and now Derek comes suggesting-" you trail off.
"Hey, don't think about that. I messed up, and I didn't say anything earlier because, to me, it didn't mean anything. I'm so sorry," Spencer apologizes, running his thumbs under your eyes to wipe some of your tears.
"How can - how can we start over?" you ask him shyly but hopefully. Spencer hastens to reply.
"The way you want it. If you want time to think, or if you want us to go slow, we can do that. If you wish to, can we go on a date first? Officially, a date? We can do that," Spencer rambles, and you smile for real for the first time in weeks.
"Yeah, we can go on a date, officially a date," you concede, and Spencer can't contain his excitement. "But, can I ask you for something first?"
"Of course. Just name it," Spencer says as his hands rub your shoulders lovingly.
"Can you kiss me now?" You request, with the most faked innocent look you can muster, making Spencer laugh.
"I can do that," he nods, looking at you intensely, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. Then Spencer leans down, closing his eyes at midway. You wait with batted breath until finally, his lips softly touch yours.
It's a tentative, sweet kiss. Your arms go up Spencer's shoulders until they land on his neck. His hands fall to your hips to pull you closer as the kiss deepens. It's no longer exploratory; it's hungry, messy, passionate, and you couldn't have wanted it any other way. You're sure this kiss is a thousand times better than the one he had with Lila, and Spencer completely agrees with that assessment because it's you.
That makes it perfect.
It's the need for air that makes you part after a while.
"Wow," you both say at the same time, starting to laugh like teenagers and trying to catch your breath.
When the laugh subsides, you narrow your eyes in contemplation and Spencer's eyebrow furrow.
"What?" he asks, and you look at himâa mischievous glint in your eyes.
"We agreed to a date first, right?" you ask, and Spencer nods.
"What if we skip that and make up for the lost time? What do you say, my lover boy?" you suggest, with a playful smirk on your face. Spencer's cheeks flush, but he is definitively excited with the idea. He quickly grabs your hand and runs with you to your car.
There is a lot to make it up, he agrees.
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ŕźş jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader.
SYNOPSIS: a library on dragonstone, a flight on dragonback, and a tour of aegonâs garden â your growing bond with jacaerys continues to grow amidst the looming shadow of war.
note: jacaerys is nineteen, reader is eighteen. I took creative liberties with Dragonstone & if you are interested in reading more about Aegonâs Garden, click here.
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ŕźş FORMAT: one-shot â series, originally a request.
ŕźş WORD COUNT: 13.1K.
ŕźş WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), friends to lovers, sexual inexperience, risky sex, sex in a public location (the beach), p in v sex (unprotected), missionary position, riding (reader on top), lots of kissing and sweeter antics, srisk of getting caught, handjob, vaginal fingering, clit play, hair pulling kink, neck kissing, tiddy sucking, desperate jace, confession of feelings, romantic rides on dragonback, romantic garden strolls. Mild canon divergence. Again, Jacaerys is a sweet lover who is all wrapped up in the reader.
ŕźş AUTHORâS NOTE: Weâre back! I am so excited to announce that this will now be a series! I am aiming to push out weekly uploads that will follow the storyline of S2. I am so, SO excited to keep writing and delivering Jace content! Next part will definitely be more angsty, and the angst will only ramp up as the series progresses. Thank you to everyone who is reading and supporting my work, it means the world to me! I hope you all enjoy! â¤ď¸
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The warmth of his body nestled to yours, his arm draped across your midsection, fingers idly gripping at your side, as if you might drift away during slumber. He was pretty when he slept, the stress in his face no longer prevalent, muscles no longer coiled with tension.
You didnât want him to go â you wanted him here, tangled around you, a sight that would be burned into your mind with each passing thought. Yet, duty prevented him from staying, and it prevented you from keeping him here.
âJacaerys,â You whispered, gently rousing him from his deep sleep. If he were to look inconspicuous, it would be best if he returned to his quarters before the whole of Dragonstone began to awake. âItâs dawn.â
Two words he never wanted to hear â and if the world turned in his favor, he would simply bring you close and fall back asleep. Unfortunately, it wasnât an option for him. He lifted his head, groggy yet happy, smiling at you as he would a lover.
âI wish that I did not have to leave,â He murmured, reaching for your face, thumb tracing the delicate slope of your jaw. You knew that he was earnest, meaningful in his words â you understood his station. âI should get dressed.â Jace sighed, rolling from the sanctuary of your bed.
You watched, enraptured as he redressed himself, clad in the billowing tunic he wore last night, like a gallant prince ripped straight from a fairytale. You slid into the sleek gossamer of your evening robe, feeling the weight of reality weigh heavy upon you.
He turned, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead. It was tinged with melancholy, with a longing to stay by your side, yet it wasnât possible â not now. He held you for a moment longer, basking in your beauty, in the brilliance of your presence.
âI will see you soon, my Prince.â
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In the humble glow of your chambers, you stood upon the small terrace, one that overlooked Blackwater Bay, far within the distance. It was a brief respite from your duties â the only time that allowed you proper contemplation.
As tensions grew, bubbling into a seething broil, you often noticed the tenuous frustration etched into Jaceâs features â he wore it like a shroud, unable to keep from expressing his own disdain. With the Council urging Rhaenyra to act, to thrust the realm into war with the use of dragons, those closest to her felt the sting of her persuasion for peace.
The forlorn turmoil you felt from Rhaenyra came in waves â after Daemon had departed for an uncharted destination in the fallout of his spat with the Queen, you knew the weight of duty she was under. Jacaerys had adapted in Daemonâs absence, attempting to take the reins of leadership, or what was left of it.
It felt as if you were on a vessel without proper direction, being forced into tempestuous waters by a powerful gust of wind. Whatever came next, you could feel the uncertainty, the mounting stress.
You spent much of your morning in the presence of Elinda and Queen Rhaenyra, tending to Aegon and Viserys. The latter half was spent on the spine of Dragonstone, the massive wall of a walkway that led toward the rest of the island.
The strolls along the ramparts, the Dragonâs Tail, as youâd come to learn, often gave you much to consider, a place to allow your thoughts a clear sanctuary. Saltwater air, the hum of the beach, the clear horizon of a cloud-speckled sky â there was nothing like it.
Through the growing fog of war, your newfound relationship with Jacaerys had kept you afloat. After your tryst two nights prior, the atmosphere had shifted drastically, from cordial and friendly to romantic and intimate. You stole glances at him whenever you could, fleeting smiles reserved only for his eyes.
You hadnât been able to kiss him since the morning he left your bed, but you had a feeling that an opportunity would present itself. With Daemonâs absence, you feared to leave Rhaenyra alone, but Elinda had offered to take watch should anything happen.
With your father briefly away to Crackclaw Point in order to amass funds for potential armies as the Master of Coin, it left you with only a handful to speak to. The peninsula that jutted out into the Narrow Sea was across the bay from Dragonstone â a fair distance, but not enough to cause you any worry.
The afternoon was uneventful and dismal at best, with those scurrying about the castle grounds. Shipments from Driftmark came in from several of their vessels, bringing food and supplies to Dragonstone. The obsidian castle was a gorgeous place â and youâd only scratched the surface in terms of exploration.
Jacaerys had spoken of Aegonâs Garden during the night you shared together, vowing to take you there should there be a lull in the chaos. You admired his loyalty to his mother, and you watched him brave the encroaching storm that was the Small Council.
Aimless wandering led you to the library within Dragonstone, an impressive architectural feat of scaling ceilings, with great stone staircases and many walls lined with scrolls and tomes alike. It was quiet when you entered through the doors, the halls illuminated by natural sunlight and the flickering of braziers and torches.
A familiar voice made your heart soar, when you realized that Jacaerys was here, too. He was accompanied by Joffrey and a handmaiden, one that patiently waited by the wayside for the princes to finish their time spent together.
The gentle timbre of Jaceâs voice brought you a sense of peace, one that became increasingly harder to find with the inevitability of war. He was reading to Joffrey, hovering over his younger brother like a dutiful scholar. With Lucerys gone, his protectiveness was now clear as day, seeping into every bone within his body.
As soon as your footsteps fell across the stone floor, Jacaerysâs eyes drifted from the mountain of texts surrounding him to you â his smile was unmistakable. Something warm touched his gaze when your eyes locked together, prompting you to approach the table with a spring in your step.
âLady Celtigar,â If it werenât for the presence of his brother and his caretaker, he wouldâve collected you into his arms for a kiss, even if the setting was somewhat risky. Jace couldnât stop thinking about you â you occupied his every thought, at the forefront of his mind. âYou are welcome to join us.â
Joffreyâs sudden excitement flourished to life when he saw you, and you watched as the little boy rushed out of his seat to come leaping into your arms. âI missed you!â He cried, little fists beating against your shoulders as he clung to you, mop of dark tresses bouncing with each movement.
âMy Prince,â You beamed, scooping Joffrey up with ease as you held him close, returning his hug as you kept him aloft within one arm. âIâve missed you too. What are you and your big brother up to, hm? You should be mindful of his lessons. He is a talented teacher.â Jaceâs expression turned crimson at your playful compliment.
âIâm reading,â Joffrey explained as any child would, in a whimsical way that made little sense. Jacaerys was attempting to pass on High Valyrian to his sibling, given that he would be the Prince of Driftmark someday â the blood of Old Valyria lived within him. âReading about dragons.â
Curious, your gaze flickered toward Jace as you approached the slab of stone, lowering yourself upon the benches beside it. Joffrey hadnât left your lap, grabbing one of the books as he pointed to an illustration of a massive dragon with black scales.
You werenât well-versed in the history of House Targaryen, though you suspected that Jacaerys would be capable of filling you in. âForgive me, but I am not familiar with the history of the Targaryens. I assume that this is an ancestral dragon?â You inquired, mostly to Jace.
âBalerion the Black Dread, mount of Aegon the Conqueror,â Jace replied, palm perched atop the open pages of a dusty tome, parchment old and weathered. He enjoyed reading and the histories just as much as swordplay and dragon-riding. âI suppose thatâs another thing Iâll have to teach you about.â
Again, you were smitten, unable to hide your flustered smile as you cleared your throat. âWill it come after your lessons in High Valyrian?â You chimed, sitting idly as Joffrey pulled at your hair and draped his head over your shoulder. The boy was a little restless, not that you could blame him.
Jacaerys shared your sweet sentiments, smiling just as you did before he fell quiet. As much as he wanted to regale you with gallant words and compliments, he wouldnât dare do it in front of the old maid. Instead, he rounded the table, pressing a hand against Joffreyâs head in a comforting manner. âIt seems that youâre overdue for a nap, Joff.â
Joffrey whined in protest, brows furrowing together as he buried his face into your shoulder. He seemed to tighten his hold with defiance, peering up at his brother through the frame of his thick, dark hair. âNo.â He protested, wrapping his arms around your neck.
âShe wonât go anywhere, brother. I promise.â Jacaerys murmured, gingerly attempting to untangle his sibling from you. He was gentle, ruffling Joffreyâs hair in the process before kissing his forehead. âNext time, you can take her to see Tyraxes.â
A string of mumbled, childish ânoâsâ escaped him, but before he could do anything rash, the handmaiden retrieved him. âOff to bed with you, little Prince.â She mumbled, taking him out of your arms as she retreated from the library with Joffrey in-tow.
The two of you watched her go, and admittedly, you were rather curious about the amount of books he had around him. âHeavy reading day?â You asked, observing in enraptured silence as Jacaerys moved to sit beside you, relocating his books to adjust to his new place.
âSomething to keep me preoccupied,â He confessed, shamelessly keeping close to you. His handsome features were basked within orange firelight, reaching his dark-brown eyes. The smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose seemed more pronounced than ever. âThe tension continues to grow sour as of late.â
You couldnât help but feel concerned for Jacaerys, who had the weight of a kingdom upon his shoulders, including his mother. âWith Daemon leaving, it has put a horrible strain upon your mother. She bares it well, but I know how much it worries her.â
Rhaenyra meant a great deal to you. You had come into her service just before the betrayal committed against her by the usurper, Aegon. House Celtigar had faithfully safeguarded the peninsula and the waters near Dragonstone for several decades, you knew that your father would never betray his oath.
Jace felt a twinge of irritation when you mentioned Daemon. He had taken him under his wing, treated him like a son, but he was also impulsive with a raging streak of arrogance and haughtiness. That recklessness often drained his mother half to death.
âHe will return,â Jacaerys exhaled, maintaining an aura of calm despite his inner worry. He didnât want to be afraid in front of you, but deep down, he knew that you wouldnât judge him harshly for it. It was in your nature to be kind and without an ounce of anger. âHe always does. Daemon loves my mother dearly.â
His devotion to Rhaenyra was twisted in some ways, perhaps, but he would always serve her. He pledged her Queen of the Seven Kingdoms before a host of followers, and it wasnât something Daemon would toss away. Nevertheless, Jacaerys hoped that he would return swiftly.
With a comforting touch, you squeezed his bicep through his tunic, offering him a kind smile. âWhatever you need, I am here for you. I understand what pressure you are under, with Daemon away.â You could not fully grasp the true heaviness of leadership, but you could certainly try, for Jaceâs sake.
How fortunate he was to have you â truly, a blessing sent from the Gods. There wasnât a woman more thoughtful than you, that much he knew. He looked upon your visage with a sweet ardor, leaning inward to press a chaste kiss against your temple. He missed you in these last few days, missed your warmth.
âYou can rely on me for the very same,â Jace uttered, planting another kiss on your cheek. It was oozing with affection, an affection that he solely reserved for you. âMy heart belongs with you.â His voice was a feather-light caress, overflowing with adoration.
If it werenât for your underlying fear of someone seeing you so close with the Prince of Dragonstone, you wouldâve kissed him. Youâd been thinking about it since your last meeting. âAs does mine, Jacaerys.â You hummed, noticing his smile â it reached his eyes.
A comfortable silence lingered between the both of you, one tinged with the warmth of youthful amity. Jaceâs brown-hued stare bored right into you, crinkles forming at either corner of his eyes. Every detail of you was unmatched, delicate and sublime.
âAre you aware that you are the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms?â He mused, nose wrinkling with amusement when you playfully shoved at his arm. Jacaerys returned to his books, sliding it over for it to sit between the both of you.
A wave of heat flooded through you, reaching your visage as it crawled along your skin. âJacaerys,â You mumbled, brows knitting together. His softly-spoken compliments were enough to make you swoon. âJust the Seven Kingdoms?â You teased, head canting to one side.
Jaceâs lips twitched into a faint grin before he nudged your leg with his knee, his tousled curls bouncing atop his head. âIf I must proclaim your allure before the whole of the Realm, I will.â He countered, the atmosphere lighthearted and amiable.
âBe careful, or I might hold you to it.â A fondness crept into your tone, gaze softening as you caught sight of his rose-colored visage. You giggled, leaning over the table to have a look at the book he had strewn about.
âA history of my house, my ancestors,â Jacaerys explained, delighted for you to indulge in all of his old scripts and tomes. He loved to read just as much as he enjoyed swordplay. âItâs easy to become lost in this pile of pages.â
âYou do love your histories,â You mused, tapping a weathered image of what Maesters depicted as Aegon the Conqueror. âThis is Balerionâs rider, you said?â You inquired, placing a hand beneath your chin.
âAegon the Conqueror was born here, in this very castle. Dragonstone has seen plenty since the Conquering. Sometimes it amazes me that we sit within the very same halls he once roamed.â Jacaerysâs countenance lit up whenever he spoke of history, something he held a great passion for.
House Celtigar shared the blood of Old Valyria, yet were considered the lowest in nobility from those houses that emerged from the Doom. The power and influence your House held paled in comparison to that of the Targaryens and Velaryons.
âMy father used to shower me with tales of our House from before the Doom, to Aegon, and to now,â You replied, flipping through some of the dust-laden pages. The spine rattled in protest, parchment weathered and well-worn from constant use and age. âWe are not nearly as noteworthy as dragonriders.â
Jacaerys nearly protested on your own behalf, but you seemed entirely unbothered, smiling to yourself as you roamed through the bulk of the book. Many of the illustrations and ink had faded with time, but you quite enjoyed the content.
He wondered if your father would agree to a betrothal â and his heart immediately sank into his stomach. Jacaerys hadnât considered how his mother would feel about it, but he couldnât let that stay his hand from making you his wife.
The thought had crossed his mind a multitude of times since he laid with you, and now, it had taken root, blossoming into more than a dream. It would take plenty of deliberation, but Jacaerys hadnât felt so certain about anything before.
House Celtigar was of Valyrian descent, but lesser known on all fronts. Dragonriders and masters of the tide overshadowed everything else. âYour House has Valyrian blood,â Jace began, visibly intrigued. âYour father made a point of it during a council meeting.â
A burst of laughter escaped you, nose wrinkling with amusement. âHe enjoys reminding everyone with every chance he gets,â You snickered, gaze flickering over the rest of the books present. Many were historical, but one belonged to a Maester â Flowers and Herbs of Dragonstone. âDo not let him tell you any stories, or you may find yourself there all night.â
Jacaerys chuckled at that, pearlescent teeth glittering in the orange light of the library. Little else seemed to matter, save for the both of you â no other soul around to witness your bond. âI will keep that in-mind. My own father liked to tell us sailorâs tales.â He mused, gaze a touch forlorn.
Laenor Velaryon â you knew that Jacaerys wasnât his trueborn son, but it didnât matter, not to you. He had mentioned Ser Harwin Strong once during your talks on the ramparts, and from his expression, you knew how much Harwin meant to him.
âYou must miss him terribly,â You uttered, brows furrowing together. âBoth of them.â The sweetness of your voice aided Jacaerys in not becoming so emotional in regards to his late fathers. They meant much to him in different ways, as equally as important as the other.
âI do,â Jacaerys smiled fondly, as if he were recalling a memory. âSer Harwin was gentle yet ferocious, and Ser Laenor was humorous and kind. I couldnât have asked for anyone better.â Lucerys was quite fond of Laenor â and that little memory jabbed at his heart.
You reached for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, yet you didnât withdraw. Instead, you kept your hand there, with Jacaerys tracing his thumb across the delicate ridges of your knuckles. He knew that Ser Harwin loved him, just as Ser Laenor had, too.
âYour father returned to Crackclaw Point,â Jacaerys began, knowing that as Master of Coin, obtaining fees to fund a potential war were important. âHow have you fared?â He asked delicately, tone wrought with a soft-spoken concern.
âI love my father, but he can be rather narrow-minded when it comes to battle. Heâs never fought a day in his life,â You mused, idly playing with some of the frayed binding on a book. âMy older brother, Clement, is heir to Claw Isle. I suspect he also went to see him as well.â
You didnât speak of Clement often, and whenever you did, it sometimes left a bitter taste upon your tongue. Clement was better than you in every way imaginable â but then again, had you been born a man, you mightâve been, too. You tried not to dwell on it.
âYou didnât answer my question.â Jace replied, noticing the flicker of melancholy that crossed your features. He cared more for your wellbeing than he did most, and to see you saddened, it hurt him, too.
A soft exhale escaped you before you shrugged, adjusting the velveteen sleeves of your gown. âIâm well enough,â You admitted, mustering up a smile. âI do miss home, but Dragonstone has grown on me. Your mother is a good woman, and you are the very best.â
Jacaerys felt the weight of your words, the genuineness behind them, the feeling of true happiness. If he were to ever ascend the Iron Throne, he hoped that you would be by his side. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss atop your knuckles before holding it close. âI am undeserving of your praise.â
âDonât,â The last thing you wanted was for Jace to feel unworthy, especially during a time like this. He was perfect to you â better than any man in the realm. âYou will make a wonderful King, when the time comes. I could not imagine someone better suited for the position. Your mother will make sure of it.â
âI should hope to live up to your expectations,â He chuckled, and before you could scorn him for being harsh upon himself, he stopped you. âI hope to exceed them, with the help of a strong council and a wise Hand.â Jacaerys finished â and a good Queen.
âI know that you will.â You reassured him, dipping forward to press a kiss against his cheek. It was chaste and kept brief for the sake of propriety, but deep down, the both of you were waiting for a moment of opportunity to arrive. If you were patient, it would be soon.
Again, he flourished beneath your praise, head hanging slightly, dark curls framing his visage. He hadnât a clue of what he did to deserve you, but he thanked the Gods for it. Jace exhaled, cradling your hand within both of his. âYour hand is cold.â He remarked, and the both of you shared a tender smile.
Jace knew that any amount of time spent with you was beyond worthwhile. Despite his desire to be involved in the action, he was beginning to develop a fear of losing you amidst the chaos. He refused to let your flowering relationship break apart.
With a smitten expression, you dipped your head, feeling his hands work to warm your own. âThankfully, there is someone here to keep me warm.â Your remark was amiable, yet hushed. Part of you still worried that someone would come along and intrude.
âIâll hold that position with honor, my Lady.â Jace mused, mirth and merriment reaching his eyes. For many days, they had been so forlorn and dour, especially after Lucerysâs passing. Now, there was a renewed spark, a vigor that touched them once again.
You believed him wholeheartedly, feeling warmth crawl across your skin when he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. Jacaerys gingerly kissed each of your fingertips, continuing to bring heat to your icy flesh.
The look you gave him was nothing short of endearment â the sort of stare reserved only for close lovers. Intimacy was one thing, but you adored Jaceâs heart more than anything else. Beneath the stress of war and strife, he was a good man, born to rule the Seven Kingdoms with a just and compassionate hand.
âAfter supper, I want to show you Aegonâs Garden and the bay.â He broke the fleeting moment of silence, digits dancing along the silky plane of your palm. âPerhaps on dragonback.â Jacaerys attempted to smother the bemused look on his face when your eyes widened.
âOn dragonback?â You had expressed your fear of flying many times before, but on a dragon? What if you fell, or what if Jacaerys fell? Perhaps your fears were irrational, but you still remained hesitant. âWhat if something were to happen? What if I plummeted from the sky?â
A brief huff of laughter escaped Jace, who canted his head to one side. âDo you truly think Iâd let that happen? We would be secure, and there are places to hold onto. I promise.â He reassured you, but it did very little to quell the onslaught of worry you were experiencing. âI wouldnât let you fall â I swear it.â
Apprehension muddled your visage, browns drawn together in a look of concern. âI trust you, Jacaerys, but ââ He stopped you with a kiss. The suddenness of it left you surprised yet aching for more, and you failed to take stock of your surroundings. It was just the two of you.
The hand that had been perched within his lap for so long now found purchase against your face, cupping your jaw with the utmost care. As much as he wanted to let it linger, echoing footsteps caused him to pull away. Your smitten expression gave him a sense of relief.
âThen trust me.â Jace mused, a smile toying at either corner of his mouth. He planted another kiss atop your knuckles before releasing your hand. Thankfully, the timing was opportune, considering that a guard had wandered into the warm sanctuary of the library.
âMy Prince, my Lady,â He greeted, standing tall with his hand on the pommel of his shortsword. âThe council is reconvening before supper.â You recognized Ser Lyonel Bentley as one of the younger members of the Queensguard.
Jacaerys thanked Ser Bentley before turning to you, voice lowering enough so that only you could hear. âFind me tonight at the ramparts.â He murmured, subtly brushing his thumb over your knuckles before he stood, neatly rearranging his many scattered books.
You smiled, giving Jace a nod before standing yourself, rising to offer your farewell with a curtsy. âGood evening, my Prince.â Dropping at the knees, you noticed Jacaerysâs fleeting glance before he departed from the library.
As you watched him depart with the company of Ser Bentley, your heart swelled tenfold â Aegonâs Garden awaited you tonight.
đđŻđđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ đ¨đ§ đđŤđđ đ¨đ§đŹđđ¨đ§đ đđŤđ¨đŽđ đĄđ đ°đ˘đđĄ đ˘đ đ đđ°đ˘đ§đ¤đĽđ˘đ§đ đŹđŽđ§đŹđđ đđĄđđ đŠđĽđđŹđđđŤđđ đđĄđ đŹđ¤đ˘đđŹ đ°đ˘đđĄ đŤđđ˛đŹ đ¨đ đ đđ˛đ˘đ§đ đ¨đŤđđ§đ đ đđ§đ đŻđ˘đ¨đĽđđ. The sun began to descend towards the ocean, casting the water in a blanket of fading embers. The black stone of the castle seemed to catch fire with the setting sun, and it was a beautiful sight.
Supper was eerily silent that evening â no one seemed hungry, and conversation dwindled to a mere hum. The halls of Dragonstone began to calm for the evening, and there was no sign of Daemonâs return. Your father had sent a raven from Claw Isle, reporting an influx of coin, ships, and supplies.
Within your chambers, you wrote a letter to home â to Clement, and to your father. He cited that he would return in two days' time, with the assistance of Claw Isleâs small vassal of ships. It comforted you to know that your father would rejoin the fray once more.
You waited for the hum of the castle to come to a lull before sneaking from your bedchambers, grabbing your cloak from the back of an armchair. Dragonstone was wrought with hidden passages and winding corridors that led to the Dragonâs Tail, or the wall.
Sneaking about once everyone had retired for the evening felt daring and exhilarating, but you feared what would happen if you were caught. You hadnât a clue of what excuse to muster up should you be found, but you elected not to think of such things.
Torchlight guided your path from your chambers to a tunnel that led onto the ramparts. Twilight was still dancing across the skies, with the absence of dusk. As you entered the outside of Dragonstone, unoccupied by the presence of guards, you began your search for Jacaerys.
There wasnât a shadow of a dragon afoot, or a man â just the saltwater breeze and crashing of the tides upon the bay and upon rock. You wrung your hands together, looking around for Jace. You approached the bannister, gazing off into the sea as you had many times before.
You were filled with the same wistful feeling â a longing for home, yet tethered to Dragonstone, tethered to Jacaerys. A soft beating of wings reverberated within the distance, accompanied by the hushed chirp of Vermax, who made a downward descent towards the ramparts you stood upon.
Jacaerys sat atop the olive-scaled dragon, filled with the excitement of seeing you there, smiling and radiant. As Vermax landed with an unceremonious thud, he dismounted, sliding down the side of the dragonâs shoulder and onto the stone below.
He hastily approached you with a giddy gait, delighted to see your own springing step as he collected you into his arms. Jacaerys spun you around, holding you close as he pressed a myriad of kisses against the top of your head. It was a blissful moment, full of anticipation and a sweetness that simply couldnât be matched.
âI was worried that Ser Lorent mightâve caught you,â Jace mused, placing you onto solid ground as he kept his hands atop your waist, thumbs stroking slow circles into your sides. His smile was perfect, freckles catching in the fading sunlight. âI didnât see you at supper.â
Admittedly, you werenât very hungry and had opted to take supper in your chambers. The raven from your father had left you melancholy and alone with your thoughts, long enough for you to realize that hope lingered still. He would return, safe and sound to Dragonstone.
âI wasnât very hungry,â You confessed, touched by his worry. Jace held you close, motioning towards the heavier knapsack anchored to Vermaxâs saddle. It was almost as if Jacaerys intended on staying the night somewhere in the wilderness, but you knew that wasnât the case. âAre you sure that this is a good idea?â
Jacaerys chuckled, head canting to one side. âYou still donât trust me, do you?â He teased, knowing fully well that it would make you unbelievably flustered. Instead, he reached for one of your hands, lacing it with his own. âI would never put you in harmâs way, I promise you that.â Jace reassured you, pressing a kiss against your brow.
A soft sigh escaped you, then. âI do trust you, Jacaerys â wholeheartedly. I suppose it is an irrational fear, falling from the back of a dragon.â You mused, and he detected the slightest hint of playful sarcasm within your tone. âIn all seriousness, I know that you will keep me safe.â
âAs long as I am with you, no harm will come to you. Nothing will hurt you,â Jacaerys murmured, pressing a kiss upon your knuckles. âVermax possesses steady wings, and the journey will be short.â He spoke gently, guiding you toward Vermaxâs lowered wing.
Without hesitation, your hand reached for the front of Jacaerysâs velveteen tunic, stitched and patterned to resemble faux dragonscales. You coaxed him in for a kiss, one that immediately flickered to life with a flurry of sweet passion and affection, now unrestrained.
He cupped your face, thumb tracing along the soft curve of your cheekbone, ensuring that he reciprocated with as much adoration as he could muster. Jacaerys had been waiting â waiting so patiently to share this moment with you since the previous tryst.
A rather noisy growl from Vermax pulled the both of you from the bliss of the moment, prompting Jace to scowl at his draconic companion. You were giggling, unable to keep from finding some humor in it. âIs Vermax the envious sort?â You mused.
âI suppose he is,â Jacaerys sighed, stepping up onto Vermaxâs spiked shoulder and wing, using the leverage to pull himself up halfway. He looked at you expectantly, extending his hand towards you, which you took without an ounce of reluctance. âMove towards me.â
Rocking towards Vermax, Jacaerys finally hauled you up, guiding you onto the bulk of the leather saddle, situated in front of him. The handles were large and tall enough to give him leverage, even if you were sitting in between.
You could feel the warmth of dragonscales beneath you, the accelerating breaths of Vermax himself, every movement causing you to lurch forward. It was strange to feel a real, living dragon underneath you, but you maintained your composure for Jaceâs sake.
âSĹvegon, Vermax!â Jacaerys called, patting just above Vermaxâs shoulder before the dragon took flight, leaping from the ramparts and into the cool, dusk air of Dragonstone Isle. Saltwater kisses peppered your cheeks, the mist of the Narrow Sea dancing through the night.
The ground became smaller, no longer close as you took flight, prompting you to hunch forward in order to grab ahold of the saddle. Your heart pounded within your breast, like the beating of a drum. Nervousness swelled within you like the rising of the tide, but Jacaerys kept close, chest snug against your back.
A burst of hysterical laughter tore past your lips, inevitably turning into something genuine. âThis is incredible!â You gasped, and the world suddenly seemed so vast from the back of a dragon. Jacaerys laughed with you, guiding Vermax past the ramparts and toward the forested part of Dragonstone.
Aegonâs Garden was shrouded in ancient thickets, a grove that swallowed the shrine whole. âGÄŤda, Vermax!â Jacaerys ensured that his dragon leveled out, grabbing at the reins as he steered Vermax toward the edge of the island, circling around for you to see. âPut your hands here.â His voice softened for only you to hear as he motioned toward the saddle grips.
With shaky hands, you lifted them to the grips, placing them just underneath Jaceâs, your grip ironclad. Jacaerys placed his palms atop yours, reins close enough for him to maintain control over Vermax. âIs this what itâs like to control a dragon?â You questioned, letting out a squeal when Vermax dove to the left.
âExhilarating, isnât it? I havenât let you fall.â Jacaerys mused, pressing a brief kiss against your temple. He smiled when you gave him a playful, pointed look, your tresses billowing behind you with the wind. The sun continued to descend, and the sight was breathtaking.
It was something you would only see once in your lifetime â a sunset in the Narrow Sea upon the back of a dragon, watching as bright orange began to bleed into shades of violet, like dusk reaching up to steal the day away. The first inkling of stars twinkled above, faint yet present.
Anxiousness dissipated into joy and wonder at the world around you, no longer clouded by worry and fear. Jacaerys ensured that you were protected, hovering behind you as any dutiful paramour would. After you circled Dragonstone, he eased Vermax toward Aegonâs Garden, spotting the stone statue in its center.
Jacaerys could see the future, then and there â carrying you on dragonback to Kingâs Landing, to Driftmark and to the Reach and the Stormlands, seeing the world at your side. There wasnât any other place for him, and he was satisfied with that.
As Vermax made his descent, the beating of his wings stirring the surrounding brush and flora, you held on tightly, watching as the dragon lowered his body towards the thickets. Towering pine trees, thorny hedges, and a meadow of wildflowers surrounded the massive draconic statue in the very center, wreathed in tendrils of prickly ivy and weathered vines.
It was quiet, the grove hushed with the cover of night. A singular column of torches lined the spiraling statue in the middle, said to be eternal flames lit in Aegon Iâs honor, never to die out. Bushes of wild roses bloomed everywhere, in varying shades of crimson and pink, scattered around the stone.
With a soft grunt, Jacaerys moved to dismount, retrieving his thick cloak and a small roll from the back of Vermaxâs saddle. He grabbed the thick hide strap that secured the saddle, using its leverage to hop onto solid ground.
He extended his arms out to you, nodding reassuringly for you to jump as he did. âI will catch you.â Jacaerys soothed, ensuring that you were secure within his hold as he assisted you in dismounting.
Through the haze of scaling pine trees and the serenity encapsulating the gardens, you could see the castle of Dragonstone looming in the distance, an intricate alcazar. House Targaryen had its roots everywhere, presence grounded within the very flora and rock you stood upon.
âThis is beautiful,â You whispered, tone transcendent with awe as you admired the natural splendor of your newfound environment. It was an ancient place, archaic and from a time long before you. âCan you believe that a place like this still exists?â
Jacaerys had come to Aegonâs Garden on a handful of occasions â twice as a boy, in the company of his brothers and nursemaid. Only recently heâd come here, a place to be alone and contemplate without having a thousand eyes pick him apart.
The smell of damp woodlands and faint wildflowers drifted through the air, accompanied by moss and stone. Pine permeated the air, the scent heavy and verdant. Vermax lowered himself into the thicket, warm breath breaking through a line of ferns and thorns.
âThis garden was named for Aegon the Conqueror,â Jacaerys hummed, taking your hand within his as he led you away from Vermax and closer to the statue within the center. It resembled a roaring dragonâs head, black scales winding down a spire, wings outstretched. âIt is said that his ashes were scattered here following his passing.â
A trickling noise emerged from the statue, with tendrils of water oozing from the maw of the dragon, pouring into a stone basin below. The sun had nearly faded entirely, giving way to a calm nightfall, covered by large spots of clouds. Jacaerys led you closer to the obelisk, his gait slow and exploratory.
Inching forward, you placed your palm against the carved scales of the statue, feeling damp stone and moss beneath your fingertips. This was a place that was hundreds of years old, untouched by war, untouched by the harsh hand of time. âIs this supposed to be Balerion?âYou asked, motioning to the statue.
âFrom what the records of Dragonstone say, it is Balerion.â Jacaerys replied, following in your footsteps as he stood by your side. He had left his scabbard and sword back on Vermax â he didnât feel the desire to have it here. âMy mother showed me this place when I was young.â
Jaceâs voice grew wistful at the mention of his youth â sometimes, it didnât feel like much of a childhood at all. The weight of being labeled a bastard for all his life left him crawling to feel a sense of worth, to prove himself whenever he could. No one could be so vicious here in Dragonstone â heâd left Kingâs Landing behind.
Leaning into him, you kept your chin tucked against his arm, gazing into the tarnished ruby eyes socketed into the statue. It was a piece of history, of a dynasty that Jacaerys was apart of. You wondered what your place was, where you would fit in, in the grand scheme of things.
âSomeday, I will show you Claw Isle,â You spoke softly, harkening back to your younger days, just as he did. âCeltigar Keep is full of treasures collected throughout generations. There is apparently a carcass of a magical crab somewhere in the crypts.â You mused, nose wrinkling with amusement.
A soft laugh escaped Jacaerys, whose vibrant brown hues turned themselves to you, oozing with a warm affection. âA magical crab? Is that your equivalent to Targaryen dragons?â He teased, squeezing your hand when you playfully rolled your eyes.
âI would much rather have a dragon,â A steady exhale escaped you as you held his hand, feeling his head rest atop your own, thick curls brushing against your temples. âCrabs are boring unless theyâre freshly-caught and used in a bisque.â You replied, your smile prevalent upon your features.
Jace snickered, finding your beratement of crabs to be incredibly amusing. A steaming bowl of crab bisque sounded delightful â it was something commonly served around most seaside castles. He fell quiet, elated to be in your presence as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head.
You clicked your tongue, still holding onto Jaceâs hand. His silence gave you pause as you glanced up at him, a twinkle of mirth dancing within your eyes. âDid my talk of crab turn you away completely?â You hummed, prompting Jace to reach for your chin, digits tenderly stroking along your jaw.
âAbsolutely not,â Jacaerys replied, leaning in until your foreheads touched. âI fear that you may be anchored to me for the foreseeable future.â He murmured, voice becoming a touch husky and rich. You savored his embrace, pressing a brief kiss against his chin, causing him to smile.
Whatever affection you felt for Jacaerys seemed to swell in that moment, causing your heart to flutter with excitement. Butterflies pooled within the pit of your stomach, dancing around with glee. âIâm quite content with that.â You whispered, and he kissed you, even if it was kept brief.
The scenery was something from a fairytale, cranberry meadows and wildflower patches illuminated by both moonlight and the glower of fire. Balerionâs stony, ruby eyes gazed down upon the both of you, the blood of Old Valyria standing before him.
âI would never leave this garden, if I could,â You sighed, interlacing your fingers with Jaceâs own. He kept your hand close to him, thumb brushing along the ridges of your knuckles. âThis means a great deal to me. Thank you for bringing me here, Jacaerys.â
Jace smiled, guiding you toward the thicket until you reached the stone surrounding Aegonâs monument in the center of the garden. âPerhaps we could stay here,â He replied, coming to a halt in front of the statue. He turned toward you, reaching for your waist as he pulled you closer. âStay a thousand years.â
If only duty would make it so â if only.
You chuckled, keeping your hands interlocked as your palm lifted to perch atop his chest, absentmindedly tracing over the silvery stitching of his doublet. âWhat would we do? Eat berries and use Vermax as shelter?â A giggle escaped you as Jacaerys spun you in a slow circle, forehead dipping to press against yours.
âIt sounds like a pleasant life.â His utterance had dropped into a sweet caress, genuine as could be. Jacaerys eased you into a sluggish dance, one reserved for noble lords and ladies, spun about across a great hall. He pressed a kiss atop the crown of your head.
Jacaerys wanted that with you, a life free of vitriolic politics and bloodshed, free of the cruelty of the crown, the viciousness of power. As he gently swayed with you within his arms, he had never felt so strongly about someone before. You were intertwined with him.
The folly of youth â fantasy and whimsy, believing that nothing bad would ever happen. You wished that it were true, and that you and Jacaerys could live happily together somewhere else, but the possibility was nothing more than a mere dream, one that dissipated as quickly as it had come.
Even if such a life with Jacaerys sounded picturesque, it wasnât what duty commanded of you â what honor demanded. You knew that the relationship between you and Jace would be fraught with danger and trials ahead, but you were prepared to brave the storm with him.
As Jacaerys gently twirled you around once more, the both of you began to laugh, lips clamoring to find one another. It was saccharine, warm like the first inkling of springtime â there was never a more gallant man that existed than Jacaerys Velaryon.
He cupped your face within his palms, cradling you as if you were a delicate object, cherished and precious. Your hands wandered toward his chest, sinking into the velveteen material that clung to him. The dancing light of Aegonâs eternal torch basked the both of you in its still-burning embers.
It was refreshing to feel so liberated here, not having to hide your affections, look over your shoulder with each kiss. The fire that burned within you, your adoration for him â it intensified, continued to grow tenfold whenever you were in his embrace.
It was a tender dance, your lips â you couldnât have pictured kissing anyone else after Jacaerys had kissed you. The care and caution he often exuded was more than enough to make you elated, body flush against his own as the entanglement continued for a few moments longer.
When you withdrew, you felt hot to the touch, completely and utterly taken by the Prince of Dragonstone. You felt his thumbs caress your cheekbones, stroking downward towards the curve of your jaw. The silence was comforting, something that you didnât break just yet, careening into Jaceâs touch.
Silvery rays of moonlight soon replaced that of the waning sunset, with a blanket of stars to decorate the skies. Of course, your surroundings were still clear enough, and he had been diligent enough to bring a torch with him, stashed away within the roll slung across his back.
âShall we?â Jacaerys asked, offering you his hand to lead you through the winding gardens. The path that had been placed before was overgrown and trodden into mere dirt, but it was better than wading through tall grass. âThere is a path that leads to the bay.â
The gentle, heavy sighs from Vermax signaled that he had fallen asleep somewhere amongst the thicket, tail curled around his larger frame. He was easy to spot, a massive scaled form slumbering within the brush.
âWhat of Vermax?â You asked, motioning towards the sleeping beast. It was amusing to see a dragon asleep â whenever youâd seen one, they were always so animated, soaring above Dragonstone or drifting above the Narrow Sea.
Jace smiled, nose wrinkling with amusement. âHe will find me, if he becomes lost. Dragons are tethered to their riders,â He explained, feeling your hand slip within his as he slowly guided you down the path. Bushes of roses lined either side, thick from many decades of growing wild. âIt is a companionship, a bond.â
âYou will have to take me riding again,â You mused, nose wrinkling in amusement. âI must admit, it wasnât nearly as terrifying as I thought it would be. You can see much more of the world from the back of a dragon.â
With a teasing grin, Jacaerys dipped down to knock his shoulder against yours. âIs that so?â He jested, your sweet scent filling his nostrils. Your concoction of floral perfumes and honeyed scent was warming, to say the least. âName the day, and I shall take you with me again.â He promised.
Many of the flowers that blossomed within Aegonâs Garden were native to the island, but something caught Jacaerysâs eye â blooms as pale as snow, sticking out amongst the thorny roses. He released your hand to seek it out, traipsing through the bush.
âWhere are you going?â You laughed, head canting to one side as you followed him to the very edge of the path. Jacaerys waded through countless roses to find that clutch of Ladyâs Lace. Thorns stuck to his doublet and the tail end of his cloak, not that he minded.
âYouâll see,â He called back, kneeling before the patch of pale, silvery blossoms as he collected them all, smiling to himself as he made his treacherous trek back to the path. When Jacaerys returned, he kept them behind his back, as if you were oblivious to his antics. âIt doesnât grow on Dragonstone.â
Presenting you with the bundle of flowers, you nearly buckled, features blazing with warmth. You were incredibly flustered, charmed to your core as he placed them into your hand. âThis is Ladyâs Lace,â You murmured, trailing your fingertips across the soft petals. âYou are endlessly charming.â
Jacaerys chuckled, bristling at such a compliment as the two of you continued your walk toward the pale beaches of Dragonstone. âEndlessly charming,â He parroted, though instead of opting for humor, he became soft in your presence. âIt is reserved only for you.â You believed him wholeheartedly when the words left his lips.
You loved him.
The thought immediately slammed into the recesses of your mind like a heavy stone being thrown, and it nearly shattered your composure. Jacaerys was everything that a man should be â he was everything youâd ever wanted, before you knew what wanting truly was. Your breath hitched within your throat, then and there.
His handsome, gentle features and gallant disposition, the kindness that touched his eyes â he was nothing short of perfection. You envied the woman that would become his Queen, become his wife. They would have only the best â Jacaerys deserved nothing less.
âEverything you do drives me to madness,â You confessed, and before Jace could express his confusion, you pressed a hand against his lips. âYou are good â truly good, Jacaerys. I daresay, you are perfect. You cannot begin to understand how incredible you truly are, and your mother would be proud.â
He hesitated, gazing down at you through the haze of moonlight, capturing your doe-eyed stare. Whatever you felt, he did too â only stronger. Jace felt his heart beat again, mirroring the same sentiments he experienced the night he first laid with you.
Jacaerys nearly asked it of you, asked you to be his wife, his future Queen. If it werenât for the onslaught of boyish nerves that suddenly gripped him, he wouldâve asked you â he wanted you to marry him. The advantages of allying two houses of Valyrian descent were vast, but Jacaerys knew to seek the approval of your father upon his return from Claw Isle.
No matter the swiftness of the decision or the reproach it would potentially receive, any repercussions, he didnât care. How could he, when he had you there to tell him how much he meant to you, how good he was?
He was occasionally quick to anger, desperate to be of some use in his Motherâs fight to regain her crown, but you made him feel more than that. Those flaws dissipated, and he happily drowned within your perfect light, the beacon of beauty that you were.
âWhatever I am, you are so much more.â Jacaerys uttered, politely removing your hand from his lips, but not before he could kiss each of your fingertips. âThere is no one in this world quite as perfect as you.â He smiled, and it melted your heart completely.
Your lips parted, a soft exhale escaping you, yet no words emerged, turning to ash upon your tongue. âJacaerys.â You exhaled, and before you could convey what you felt into words, Jacaerys stepped forward, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss.
It was fiery, far more charged than any entanglement you had before â and it was incredible. Passion, desire, devotion, love â it all began to roll into one sentimental conglomerate that flared between the both of you. Your hand clenched around the stems of Ladyâs Lace, the other draping over his shoulder.
Jacaerys felt a tightening within his throat, canting his head to one side, deepening the kiss with a trembling exhale. Anticipation and exhilaration flooded through him, stirred to arousal when your fingers curled into the shoulder of his tunic.
He was the one to pull away first, ardor written all over his handsome features. âCome with me.â Jace whispered, taking a hold of your hand as he led you down the path from Aegonâs Garden. The land turned from towering pines and bogs of cranberries to an endless expanse of pale sands and gentle waves that lapped at the shore.
With a spring in your step, you trailed after Jacaerys, feet sinking into sand instead of dirt. The sight of Dragonstone in the distance was breathtaking â an obsidian citadel, your home. On your end the stretch, rocky formations and jagged cliff sides arching from the island, dark rock imbued with flecks of crystal.
Unveiling the torch from his light knapsack, Jacaerys struck it with flint and steel, enough of a spark to set it ablaze. Along the strand, moonlight touched the Narrow Sea, basking it in a wave of silvery light. The gentle ambiance of saltwater kissing sand made you feel at-ease.
In his time spent exploring Dragonstone, much of it done in his youth, he discovered many natural alcoves and caves, but none so mesmerizing as the one beneath the watchtower. The tower itself sat atop a large rise of rock, but it was rarely utilized, given the lack of military presence.
The soft sand began to run into walls of rock, surrounded by brush upon an incline and scattered pine trees. You stopped close by, gazing out into the ocean, the sight beautiful from where you stood.
Jacaerys joined you, placing the torch and bedroll along the ground as he joined you, finding the view to be nothing short of perfection. Only the ambiance of crashing waves resonated around you, and you reached for his hand, offering him a gentle smile.
You noticed the cozy resting place constructed by Jacaerys, something that caught your attention. Part of you hoped that it meant what you thought, but you never wanted to assume. As you turned to face Jacaerys, he seemed prepared, visibly steeling himself.
âAre you intending on sleeping here?â You murmured, voice tinged with a sweetness to it. His features turned from pallid to rosy, and he seemed to clear his throat and straighten his posture. âUnless youâve no intention of sleeping.â
It caught him off-guard, features flushing with scarlet. âI would never pretend to assume,â Jacaerys shook his head, thumbs caressing your knuckles. Admittedly, he brought it all with the intention of simply being in your presence along the coastline, but your innocuous comment had planted ideas into his head. âI only thought it would keep you comfortable.â
A smile spread across your features, one that held nothing but affection and tenderness. âWe can,â You had thought about it quite often since he last shared your bed. Here, in the gloom of the rock and moonlight, you didnât need to be so cautious. âOnly if itâs something you wanted too.â
Jacaerys blushed, cursing himself for allowing his expression to give him away so easily. He lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to the soft skin there before he cleared his throat. âIâve thought about you at every waking moment,â He whispered. âI am not ashamed to admit that I want you terribly.â
It transcended want â Jacaerys wanted you conventionally, as a man desired a woman, but it went beyond that. He wanted everything â your heart, your captivating mind, every fiber of your being.
That was love â and it was a dangerous thing, perilous within times of such uncertainty, but Jacaerys was a man of action, and he no longer wanted to wait in the gallows for you. He wanted to love you while there was still time left, while some peace still clung on by a thread.
Before you could speak, he stepped closer, swallowing the growing lump within his throat. He wasnât a boy â he was every bit a man, and he would make his intentions known like one. âI feel more than just want,â Jace uttered, keeping your hands tethered together. âThat is not adequate enough to describe what I feel for you.â
You shivered, feeling goosebumps rake across your spine in the wake of his confession. Knowing that Jacaerys wanted you just as much as you did him was reassuring. âHow do you feel?â You whispered, voice barely above a whisper, as if yearning to know the inner machinations of his mind, know exactly how he felt.
âI love you,â Jacaerys felt a bit of a weight lift from his shoulders. He wanted to ask you to marry him â but it felt sudden. This confession needed to linger before he asked something so monumental of you. âI love you.â He said it again, to ensure its meaningfulness.
Words turned to ash within your mouth, and you could think of nothing else to say â only that you loved him, too. âI love you, too.â Those of an older age would label it puppy love, a foolâs errand â but not you, and not Jacaerys. There was no sweeter love than that born of friendship and devotion.
âKiss me, Jace.â
That was all it took, all it needed to take â he was yours, unconditionally so, and he would be until his last days.
Without hesitation, Jacaerys captured your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth emblazoned upon yours. The bouquet of Ladyâs Lace you held had been placed to the wayside, amongst Jaceâs belongings to ensure that you would have it upon your return to Dragonstone.
Everything had seemed so fleeting and cautious before, as if the two of you were caught within a slow dance, hesitant to fully act upon desire. Lust was something different entirely, different from the love you felt for him, the carnal passion. Your arms tossed themselves around his neck, threading against the nape of his neck.
His arm hitched around your hips, bringing you flush against his chest as his mouth tangled with yours. It was a delicate duel of lips and fervor, his hand grasping at the fabric of your gown. He wondered what you would look like, bare and bathed by the gloom of moonlight.
There, on the pallid shores of Dragonstone, your love blossomed yet again. It was similar to the emotions felt the first time, the excitement and anticipation, the flourish of nerves that followed suit, only with the added familiarity. Jacaerys knew what he wanted â he wanted you.
âAre you certain?â Jace asked in between kisses, breathless and wanton as he swallowed the lump within his throat. Despite you having expressed your desire moments prior, establishing clear consent was appreciative on both ends.
âYes,â You exhaled, eyes glittering through the dusk. âMore than anything.â You sealed your statement with a kiss, one that Jacaerys happily reciprocated. He coaxed you closer, leading you toward the thick, furred bedroll atop the sand.
Jacaerys was the first to descend, unclasping the draconic sigil that kept his cloak upon his shoulders, letting it drape across the bedroll. His breath hitched slightly when you crawled into his lap, bringing your hands to his chest, digits sinking into the velvet of his embroidered doublet.
He kissed you tenderly, yet passionately â not an ounce of roughness in his movements, nor a desire to manhandle you. Jacaerys treated you as if you were sacred, a goddess to be worshiped, and he wanted to ensure that he was worthy of you.
It was a beautiful sight, surrounded by the shadowed gloom of pine trees, massive cliffs, and the calm lapping of the oceanâs tides as they swayed into the shore. The flickering of torchlight provided some illumination, but the moon was plentiful.
You were beautiful, prettier when you sat within his lap, gowns pooling around you. Jacaerys brought his hands to the small of your back, finding the ties of your bodice as he loosened them, watching the fabric sag upon your physique. His fingers wandered, curling into the front of your dress.
âMay I?â He always asked â you never expected it of him, but the effort he put forth was always appreciated. You nodded, shrugging your arms enough to free yourself from the upper half of your gowns, breasts exposed to the cool, dusk air.
Jacaerys was constantly beguiled by your beauty â he would never tire of it, nor did he want to. He was less shy this time, but reserved about how he touched you, hand skirting along your naked back. The other cupped beneath your jaw, lips colliding with yours once more.
Your hands found purchase atop his broad shoulders, seeking to free him from his doublet. Admittedly, he looked so painfully handsome in it, adorned in the ancient colors of House Targaryen, but you wanted to see him, freckled skin and taut muscle.
Each kiss was like wildfire, spreading with a heat and intensity that threatened to consume you both. Goosebumps cascaded along the length of your spine, body shivering when he gripped you tightly, mouth moving in a blissful tandem with yours.
His lips began to roam, reaching for the soft slope of your jaw, peppering you in delicate kisses as he found your neck. Jace savored your taste, like honey and warmth upon his tongue, skin soft and silky. He wondered how you were real â perfection made living and breathing before him, his heart belonging to you.
âJacaerys,â You sighed with passion, hands carding through his soft, dark curls. They were perfect to trace your fingertips through, giving you something to grip as his mouth traveled lower, showering you in kisses across your collarbone. âPlease, I need you.â A groan escaped you as he dipped close to your breasts.
Arousal stabbed at his gut like a hot knife, a good sort of torture as his cock twitched within his breeches. It wasnât foreign to him â yearning for you was no longer foreign. His hand fell away from your jaw, gathering at the hem of your gowns as he pushed his palm beneath the fabric, fingers dancing along your leg.
Again, you insistently pushed at his tunic, unbuttoning the silvery clasps to the left, situated beneath a layer of embroidery and velvet. He shuddered at your enthusiasm, his own delight present when your soft hands embraced his chest, gliding over bare muscle.
You nudged his doublet into the bedroll, able to feel all of him now. He was so handsome, layered in a smattering of freckles, still growing into himself, not that you minded. Jacaerys was broad-shouldered and lean, muscle defined and glistening with silver from the moonlight.
His hand continued its ascent, gripping your thigh to signal where he wanted to go, and all you could do was encourage him. âPlease.â You breathed, parting from his kiss for just a moment. Jace watched you closely, kissing you wherever he could as his fingers dipped into the warm apex between your legs.
Jacaerys deftly pressed his digits against your cunt, tracing the line of your slit with a feather-light embrace. You gasped, faces pressed closely together, breath hot, bodies aching for more. He found himself enticed by your pleasure, brown hues transfixed on the way your body bent to him.
He sometimes wondered how such a thing was even possible, but the logistics mattered little â he was simply delighted to please you. Jacaerys mimicked his movements from the previous tryst, thumb grazing against your clit as the other two stroked around the rest of your cunt.
Gods, he loved you â it nearly overwhelmed him, then and there, but he held his ground through the onslaught of sentiment he felt. Jacaerys pressed another kiss against your mouth, lingering and intense, digits sinking themselves into your cunt.
Your lips clamored for his, breathy and hot as you moaned into his mouth, hips rolling into his hand. His skin felt soft beneath your fingertips, gripping tightly into his shoulder blades as you allowed pleasure to overtake you. He gave you everything you needed, thumb continuing to circle your clit.
There was no greater sight, Jacaerys thought, seeing you half naked on the beach, cast in silver from the moon. Each glimpse rendered him breathless, heart hammering within his chest, afraid that it might simply rip open.
Breathy, warm pants escaped the both of you, lips occasionally reaching for one another, a moment of bliss and pleasure before Jace gently moved away, showing you affection elsewhere. He bent his head as one would in reverence, finding your breast as he pressed strings of kisses all around your pliant peak.
A sweet moan arose from your lips, a cry of delight as your Prince pleasured you. Part of you felt a pang of guilt for not reciprocating, but he was often insistent on letting it all revolve around you, something you would have to rectify in the future. His arm locked around your back, the other still happily wedged between your thighs.
Your fingers found his hair again, holding at the base of his skull as thick, dark curls threaded themselves through your grasp. Jacaerys groaned at the pleasurable sensation, lips drifting from one of your breasts to the other, taking your nipple into his mouth. He kissed and nibbled around the bud, causing you to shiver.
âWill you let me touch you, too?â You asked, in between throaty pants and needy whimpers. You didnât want him to stop, and simply wanted him to share in your ecstasy. Jacaerys nodded, feeling your hands release his tresses to tug at the leather ties of his breeches, loosening them up enough to free his cock.
His hips stuttered slightly into your hand, a low groan tearing past his lips as he resumed his focus, allowing two of his fingers to tease your entrance. The warm, soft sensation of your palm closing around his hardened length made him grit his teeth, attempting to maintain his composure.
Just as Jacaerys handled you with adoration, you reciprocated such a notion, stroking from base to tip, finding it somewhat difficult to focus on yourself and him. Nonetheless, the shared bliss was exhilarating to behold, between your pleasured countenance and Jaceâs unrestrained grunts and sighs.
The threat of war mattered little, as if it simply ceased to exist when he was in your presence. Duty died then and there, love took its place, like a blossom amongst the rubble â whatever fear he thought he had abandoned had been restored anew.
What was duty compared to that of your touch? What was honor? His honor had been hanging by a thread since your last tryst, and he feared he had lost it altogether by indulging in this, but he was wrong. It was loving you, devoting himself to you, proving to all that he was the heir, the succession.
He kissed you hard, as if he were pouring every ounce of his being into you, as if it would make you both one. Jacaerys savored the feeling of your lips, soft and plump as they returned that passion tenfold. Your ravenous state was born of ardor, and nothing more.
Between the rhythmic rocking of his hand into your cunt, thumb continuing to caress your clit, and the shy strokes of your hand against his cock, the both of you were well on your way to a shared release. He wanted to be inside of you, taste you if he could, but perhaps that would be saved for another day.
You mewled a string of delicate praises, wanting Jace to hear just how perfect he felt. A gentle breeze brought with it the mist of saltwater, peppering itself across your back, a soothing feeling amidst the feverish onslaught of warmth brewing between you and Jacaerys.
âI want you.â He groaned through half-gritted teeth, jaw tensing as his hips jutted forward into your palm. You nodded several times over, adjusting your skirts as you ensured that they wouldnât be as much of an obstruction. Jace sluggishly removed his fingers from your weeping core, feeling you hover closer.
Aligning his hardened cock with your cunt, you shakily lowered yourself onto him, gasping at the sudden intrusion and stretch. Jacaerys grunted, forehead pushing into yours as one arm encircled you, fingers kneading into the plush flesh of your hips.
The newfound position was unfamiliar to the both of you, but you were so lost within the ecstasy that neither of you voiced any displeasure. It was quite the opposite, in fact. His length throbbed inside of you, aching with a burning want that simply refused to be extinguished.
You were unsure of how to proceed, acting upon instinct and what felt right, rocking your hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion. It was good, but you tried again, finding your pace with uncertainty. When you began to lightly move up and down, thighs stinging with a burning sensation, you knew that was perfect.
âJacaerys,â You gasped, feeling his hand clamp down into the swell of your hip, guiding you along as best as he could. Each rock of your hips atop him sent him into a sea of bliss, savoring the warmth and tightness of your cunt. His head dipped down, finding the column of your throat. âJace!â A whine escaped you, needy and wanton.
He pressed needy kisses into your neck, savoring the taste of your skin, sweet and heady. You continued to adapt to the newfound position, gently moving your hips in a rhythmic motion. Your body felt feverish, as if it had been set ablaze, stomach swirling with molten heat as arousal pooled between your legs.
Despite the sight of you, resplendent and glowing atop him, Jacaerys wanted to feel it all â and there wasnât much that he could do like this. His hand gently coaxed you to the side, wanting to ease you down into the furs beneath you.
Much to your shared delight, you quietly obeyed, breath hitching within your throat as you moved to your back, with Jacaerys reassuming his position between your legs. His veined hand gingerly traced along your thigh, the other rooted near the sand to keep himself afloat.
Carnality festered between the both of you, like a smoldering flame, unable to be controlled. You gazed up at him, doe-eyed and devoted, an intimate look that was reserved only for him. Jacaerys gently pushed your skirts up enough to allow him movement, the head of his cock kissing your entrance.
His chest rose and fell with heavier sighs, and he nearly groaned when you peppered light, fleeting kisses along his sculpted jaw. âAre you alright?â He asked, voice strained with desire, having dropped to a delicate octave that stroked at the back of your mind.
It was bliss and ardor you felt, no longer clipped by the sting of discomfort or the uncertainty of your actions. You knew exactly what you wanted â whom you wanted, who you loved. âI am,â You reassured him, feeling his hand caress the inside of your thigh. âI love you.â Your smile spread quickly across your features, like the first inkling of daybreak.
Jacaerys moved forward then, deliberately sinking his hardened length into you, letting it fill you, bit by bit. The sensation was euphoric, aided by your shared sentiments and declarations of love. âI love you.â He hummed, a smile toying at either corner of his mouth as he dipped down to kiss you.
There was a poignant seriousness about the first time you lay together, and that same feeling was felt here too, only less intense. Instead, you felt the thrill of being with him, the desire, love â perhaps a touch of lightheartedness. He made love to you as if youâd been lovers for a thousand years already.
He began to adopt a passionate pace, one that filled your body with a pleasant buzz. With each thrust, he bottomed out inside of you, withdrawing his cock just enough to make the next movement count. A myriad of husky groans and excitable exhales escaped him, coupled with your own sweet moans.
The hand that had perched against your thigh began to drift toward the warmth between your legs, thumb seeking your clit again as he rolled his hips into you. You sighed with passion, hitching one leg around his hips, the other bumping into his side.
âYouâre perfect.â Jacaerys murmured into the hollow of your throat, his tousled mane of curls within perfect reach of pulling and tugging. His lips showered you in untold amounts of affection, traveling from your slender neck to your collarbone, hot breath sinking into your skin.
Goosebumps crawled across your flesh as a brisk, oceanic breeze swept over you, but Jacaerys kept you warm, shielding you with his fire. You traced your fingers over the freckles dusted across his shoulders, one hand gripping at his shoulder, the other tangling into his thick tresses.
Your back arched slightly, careening into him as he circled your clit with his thumb, letting it meld into the rhythm of his thrusts. His cock throbbed with a lustful ache, on the verge of release, losing himself within you. Everything felt so euphoric, as if time stood still, the both of you tangled together on the beach.
A vigor began to take hold, boldening his strokes and furthering his ministrations, driving himself deep inside of you with every breath he drew. It was loving and gentle, the sort of tenderness shown in true acts of intimacy. It was difficult not to become so overwhelmed that he became sporadic â Jace wouldnât subject you to that.
The feeling of his mouth hungrily swirling across your body made you whimper, arousal sinking like a pleasant weight within your stomach. His thumb caressed your clit, wanting to bring you to a release with him, if he could.
His name fell heavy upon your tongue, an incantation that only you could cry, laced with ardor and reverence. Jacaerys never tired of hearing you say his name â if it were up to him, he would have you say it a thousand times over. You tugged at his curls, coaxing him in for an open-mouthed kiss.
The coil that furled within you began to loosen, bliss following suit as your hips writhed beneath him, rolling into each thrust. Jacaerys groaned at the friction, brow dappled with a sheen of perspiration as he kissed you back, hand curling into a fist within the furs.
It was all tongue, mouths, bodies pressed together, heat â desire laid bare, and you gladly drowned yourself in it. You moaned into his mouth, foreheads pressed together as you shuddered, the dam breaking within your stomach. It all unfurled, reaching your peak in-tandem with Jacaerys.
He buried his face into yours, brows furrowing together, countenance one of sheer bliss as he released, seed spilling inside of you before he pulled himself out halfway through. Jacaerys felt that tide of bliss soon afterwards, attempting to make himself somewhat decent.
He didnât leave you, composure regaining itself as you rode your release, body shivering with delight. You felt him lay next to you, still damp with inklings of sweat and saltwater mist. You exhaled, your skirts thoroughly ruffled and rucked around your hips.
You sat up, peering at Jacaerys through your lashes, your smile affectionate and smitten. His fingertips traced along the soft plane of your back, drawing delicate patterns there. âIâll never grow tired of that.â You confessed, and it lightened the moment, prompting him to laugh.
A shade of rose coated his visage, brown hues sparkling with admiration as he caressed along your spine. âNeither will I,â Jacaerys agreed, sitting up enough to help pull your gown back into place. He didnât know anything about lacing a bodice back together, but he could certainly try. âI cannot get enough of you.â He murmured, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.
A blossoming warmth flooded through you, accompanied with a feeling of pure bliss â he was sweet, and it made you feel incredibly fortunate. You felt his fingers find the ties of your gown, carefully maneuvering them back into place, kissing along your spine as he did so.
âWe donât have to leave.â You crooned, feeling his chin perch atop your shoulder, lips delicately peppering themselves along your neck. Your tone was a touch melancholy, knowing that when the dawn began to spread across the horizon, you would have to return to the realm of being apart again.
You could stay a thousand years, just as he had told you in Aegonâs Garden.
Jacaerysâs jaw tensed slightly â he wanted to ask you. It was opportune, and he wouldnât have to be apart from you again. It would be so effortless, taking your hand and asking for you to be his wife, the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but he couldnât.
The silence made you somewhat concerned, and you turned enough to face him, head canting to one side. âIs something on your mind?â You inquired, cradling his face within your palm. You could see the storm behind his eyes, the curtain of contemplation.
Ask â ask her to be your wife.
Jaceâs proposal turned to ash within his mouth. It would be a disservice to his mother and to your House if he simply acted. He wanted to ask your father, ease his mother toward the subject, go about it the proper way. This was the right way, asking you out of love and passion, but he couldnât.
Not yet, at least.
âNothing,â His lips twitched into a genuine smile as he reached for your hands, cradling them within his own, thumbs stroking your knuckles. âKnow that I would go anywhere with you, if I could. I love you,â Jace assured, and you knew it to be true. âI am yours.â
You smiled, wanting to hold onto the moment for as long as you could. It was disheartening to have another wonderful evening shattered by reality, by the duty that bound the both of you elsewhere. âI love you, too.â You murmured, pressing a kiss against his jaw.
His countenance glistened with disdain at the idea of having to return to the castle â to separate rooms, to two different lives. Jacaerys wanted you by his side, and if fate would have it, he would not have to wait for much longer. Temperance and patience would endure.
There would be no staying together until dawn arose â no chance to hold you throughout the night, shield you from any shadows that might harm you. Jacaerys felt the weight of it sink into his stomach, and it made him treasure these moments with you even more.
âWe should return to Dragonstone.â You uttered, as if the statement itself was a damnable curse. Your throat tightens slightly, but you maintained your composure, helping to collect his scarce belongings and clasp his doublet back into place.
Jacaerys could see the dismay upon your face, and it only made him ache with yearning, a desire to wipe away all of your melancholy. He pressed a kiss against the top of your head, and when the both of you stood in the sand, gazing at one another with a look of longing, he wanted to prolong your return for as long as he could.
âNot just yet,â Jacaerys uttered, reaching for your hand as he held it within his own, his forehead dipping to rest against yours. âNot just yet.â He whispered, tenderhearted smile reaching his eyes before he leaned in for a kiss.
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trod au ramble u can ignore
when i say slowburn in an enemies to friends to lovers for Trod I mean slowburn. 300k before Narinder even openly admits he cares for the Lamb, and Lamb actually opens up more than just a shield of positivity and another 100k of character growth, drama, complicated intricacies of grief and anger to communication. The Lamb has boundaries and sticks by them constantly in trod, they're not a pushover, but they don't blow up and react in explosive anger the same way that Narinder does and they are mistaken for soft by him for it, when it's him having to be the one who is constantly re-evaluating his priorities and his behavior because the lamb isn't taking shit from him, despite patience and love, and he's put in this position where he's allowing the grief and the hurt to keep hurting himself and the Lamb in the process, until he risks losing them and Narinder makes the active decision to work on himself. They HAD a healthy, wonderful friendship before, he cared for them. He still does. He wishes he didn't but god he still does.
but i dislike when characters do one change or have one realization and suddenly they're super nice. no I want them to be continuously complex. I want their bad habits and miscommunication to not instantly or quickly disappear, I want continuous effort from the wronger. do you hear me. CONTINUOUS EFFORT. that means a character fucking up again and again and relasping and changing and cursing and being like well he doesn't need to be any different because its not his fault then going back and being like. no. it was my fault. i am wronged and I am the wronger. i need complexities. Let us not forget the definition of 'enemy' in the enemies to friends to lovers here. if they start off soft then where is the growth. Where is the room for growth I want. Where is it.
they get to the processing of emotions they haven't allowed themselves to feel properly for centuries to take this friendship gone sour by betrayal, plagued by anger and hurt to something slowly blooming back into trust and care and soft until eventually its this healthy love of these uberly overpowered pair of gods
Trod bad end is when Narinder just speed runs the 'rehabilitation' part of the rehabilitation of death' and it circles back to him going feral in the head. Still an asshole? okay your lamb is gone. regret your pride and ego because the patient love you were afforded is gone forever and the last memory you gave them was not the love you could have given them but it will be the love that destroys mortality to get them back.
amnesia au Narinder is just happy to be here. no betrayal, no angst. eventually when his memory does return and he gets caught pretending he doesn't remember just so he can be sweet to them without his pride in the way will force a conversation that will essentially fix the horrific communication these two have. speedrun trod x2
Current Trod Narinder is a emo angsty bastard who's rightfully hurt at being imprisoned and (in his heart) betrayed by someone he trusted dearly (again) while Post-Trod Narinder is still a feral bastard but with truly un-constipated, true equal love for the Lamb that wears a wedding ring made of his own blood to the tune of 'i miss my wife tails' and got a praise kink
but if its not absolute hell getting to that point then WHAT IS THE POINT
and all these are mostly about Narinder but don't even get me started on the Lamb's issues. That sheep thang is hiding shit.
Except I can't talk about the Lamb's hiding issues Too Much yet unless you've been in my art streams and have seen some of my comics, then IYKYK but aaaaaaaaaaUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHG
#hi i feel like rambling about au today#cw for suggestive joke#feeling cute might delete this later#sara shush#trod au#the rehabilitation of death#writings#<for tag sorting
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congrats on 5k queen! youâre writing is so brilliant beyond belief and you deserve all the love and support this site has to offer. can i request lando+angsty smut (the best combo)âŚprompts along the lines of âi donât think im ever going to love anyone the way i love youâ//âi donât think i want to love anyone elseâ
how did it end?
ln x famous fem!reader
in which it ends, untilâŚ
i love this fic with my whole heart. thank u sm for this request, anon, and for being so absolutely for gorgeous and kind <3 kicking off the 5k celebration with a big, sad, sexy bang! lemme know what you think, hugs n kisses
songs to set the mood: how did it end? by taylor swift
warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, angst angst angst, fluff, happy ending! exes to lovers, just. a lot going on. sad!lando, sad!everyone, so many feels, r is a big deal model, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking
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one gasp, and thenâŚ
âhow did it end?â the woman strokes your arm, soothing, tentative.
you donât know her all that well, sheâs signed to the same agency as you, you see her in the halls sometimes and sit next to her in makeup chairs.
you stare blankly at her, registering. news travels fast apparently.
you smile, small, fake, tilting your head to the side. you mumble something about different schedules, timezones, right person, wrong time. she watches your face intently, with sympathy. you want to throttle her. sheâs being kind and you despise her for it right now.
âi wonât tell anyone.â she affirms, her fingers still smoothing over the skin of your arm.
yes you will, you think. all of her friends, the rest of the building will know exactly what youâve told her by the time you get to your meeting. you donât begrudge her, though, thatâs the nature of the industry.
âwell, it was good to see you.â you nod, even go in for a quick hug, and then you speed away, beelining for the elevator. the ride is short, your managers office somewhere on the third floor and you shuffle down the corridor, ready to be informed of what your life will look like for the next three months.
fittings, shoots, paris trip.
mhm.
swimwear season, charlotte tilbury, meeting with the vogue journalist.
cool.
week off, few days in london, monaco grand prix.
no.
âwhat? no.â you splutter. out of habit, you reach for a necklace, frown when you realise itâs no longer there.
âwhat do you mean, no?â she narrows her eyes at you.
âi canât go to the race. no.â
âgirl, i love you, but did i ask?â
âyou know i canât-â
âyou wonât have to see him.â she reasons.
âbut what if i do? heâs obviously gonna be there, and the events before and after- no. no.â
âlando norris is not gonna be the end of you.â
you stifle a laugh, one that sounds more like a strangled cry.
what if he already was?
-
look who we ran into at the shops,
walking in circles like he was lost
lando stares at the shampoo.
specifically, the one you use. used. he canât be too sure anymore, he supposes.
heâd popped out for a loaf of bread, about an hour ago. he didnât want to acknowledge how long heâd been staring at the womenâs toiletries section.
you seemed to live on, everywhere. lando could see you in his apartment, the passenger seat of his car, the back of the garage. even the fucking supermarket wasnât safe. you were very much alive, moving on with life, and yet you haunted him like heâd killed you himself.
perhaps he had, in a way.
the basket grazes the outside of his leg.
thatâs the shower gel heâd buy for you, the one you only used when you stayed with him in monaco.
thereâs the tampons you asked him to buy, crying back at home on your- his bed.
oh, and thereâs the shampoo that you made him buy, the one that you told him made his curls feel extra fluffy when he was between your legs-
âlando?â a voice calls, drawing lando out of the mist.
âoh, alex. hey.â lando croaks. he hasnât noticed the lump in his throat until now. he clears his throat, running a hand through his hair.
âwhat you doing, mate?â alex asks, eyebrows furrowed. he scans landoâs face, puffy eyes, watery.
âshopping.â
âfor womenâs shampoo?â
âno, no, just⌠looking.â lando stutters.
âwhen was the last time you slept?â alexâs voice is laced with concern, apprehensive. he doesnât know what to say to his heartbroken friend.
lando smiles weakly.
âiâve been sleeping.â
alex sighs.
âokay, when was the last time you slept properly, then?â
landoâs shoulders visibly sag.
âabout a month ago.â
-
we hereby conduct this post-mortem
âwe canât do this anymore.â
the words fall from your lips in a whisper, but they reach him like youâve screamed them at him. he sits opposite you, in the arm chair, so far away, only a metre or so.
âi know.â lando breathes shakily.
âi donât want this butâŚâ
âyeah.â
itâs been such a good year. youâre in love. itâs not enough. thereâs too much distance, too many outsider opinions, too much longing for someone whoâs on the other side of the world.
heâll be in london. youâll be in brazil.
heâll be in australia. youâll be in amsterdam.
itâs too much.
âi love you, though.â you remind him meekly.
âdonât know how to not love you.â he sniffles.
your heart shatters, the pieces flying over the room, spilling across the floor. they mix with the splinters of his, painting the room red. all you feel is blue.
you cry in his arms when he takes you to bed, his own tears spilling over your collar bone when he buries his head in your neck, licks over the marks heâs left there. to remember me by, heâd muttered dryly.
when youâre both finished, he lays there for a moment, still on top of you. damp with sweat and tears, the taste of one another still lingering on your tongues.
âhow is it possible that i miss you already?â he pants, lips grazing just below your ear.
âi get it, lan. iâve been missing you for a while.â
youâre gone when he wakes up.
and so, a touch that was my birthright became foreign
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come one, come all
itâs happening again
the empathetic hunger descends
there are about six cameras pointed at you when he asks the dreaded question.
youâre in new york, sat on a talk show hosts sofa, lit by stage lights and his inquisitive eyes. two hundred people sit in the audience, on the edge of their seats waiting for you to spill your secrets.
âso, what happened there, with lando?â
you plaster on the fakest smile to date, crossing your legs anxiously.
âweâre both just so busy, you know? heâs doing amazing things in f1 and iâm all over the place with work.â
âwe love both of you over here, it was sad to hear.â he sympathises, adjusting his tie and leaning back in his chair. his fingers drum over the wood of his desk, waiting for more.
vultures. everyone is a vulture.
âand we still have a lot of love for each other. heâs a wonderful person.â
there are tears in your eyes and bile rising rapidly in your throat when you shake hands with the crew, the host, and retreat to your dressing room. you stumble into the en-suite and throw up. then, you fall onto the sofa and cry. you fix your makeup at godspeed and reply to the text from your team, inviting you to drinks at some rooftop bar, promising to meet them there. you punctuate the text with one too many exclamation marks, feigning excitement.
âwe still have a lot of love for each other.â
translation: i canât understand: how did it end?
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lando watches your interview. of course he does. he watches everything that you do, watches the way you set the world on fire.
he canât help himself where youâre concerned, like an addict craving the next hit. you look so pretty on tv, glowing. you look fine.
god, why do you look fine?
he hates himself for hating just how fine you look. he is not fine.
âheâs a wonderful person.â
your words ring in his ears. they anger him, because if heâs oh-so-wonderful, why arenât you here? why isnât he there with you, waiting backstage? why canât you just hate him? why canât he just hate you? maybe you will, if he shows you just how not wonderful he can be.
he gets drunk that night. forces max to hit the clubs with him. sticks his tongue down a pliant womanâs throat. doesnât ask her name. letâs her invite him back to her place. it has to be her place, he canât fuck someone else in your bed, the one you used to share. he leaves minutes after heâs pulled out. heâs sure sheâs lovely, too good for him and his bitter fucking heart. he feels utterly disgusting.
lando goes home, scrubs his skin red, and then does it again. he doesnât go to sleep, watches from his balcony as the sun begins to rise over the sea. he hikes to the highest point he can reach in monaco, where itâs quiet and thereâs no one to judge him, or worse, sympathise with him.
he stands at the edge of the cliff. screams once, twice. he sits on a rock, and lets himself cry.
the deflation of our dreaming
leaving me bereft and reeling
my beloved ghost and me
sitting in a tree
d-y-i-n-g
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your stylist is plying you with options.
you can wear the denim with the cream OR you could do the red and white? or we can go full glam! or! or! or! we could-
you drown her out. you donât give a fuck. not a single one.
what you wear to the monaco grand prix is quite literally the least of the your problems. your biggest problem, of course, is that you have to go to the fucking thing.
visibility is important, get people talking! the words of your manager ring in your ears until you have a dull migraine brewing behind your ears.
you leave the fitting not entirely sure what youâre wearing, but your stylist will be sending the clothes over so you can pack.
when you land in all too familiar nice, there are cameras. when you get to the hotel in monaco, you and lando are already trending on twitter. well, at least he knows youâre coming. when youâre getting your makeup done before your first event, you get a text.
iâll try and keep my distance.
try.
try is such an interesting word. the fact that he has to try to stay away makes your belly flutter with embarrassing, self loathing butterflies. donât try too hard, you want to respond. you donât.
shouldâve told you iâd be here you shoot back.
you think i didnât already know?
of course he knew. heâd probably asked god knows how many brands to invite you. you try and feign an illness but your team drag you kicking and screaming to the event.
-
there are no two ways about it: youâre drunk, on a tuesday night, somewhere in the principality. a few cocktails with a jewellery brand turned into a night on the town, bar hopping with people you hardly knew and barely recognised.
youâre shaking your ass in jimmyâz, pretending to have fun when you see him.
lando stands at the bar, watching you, jaw tensed, eyes solemn. you exit the club faster that his car down a back straight, stumbling into the smoking area. you bum a cigarette from a guy who tries really hard to convince you that heâs the son of a british lord, and sink into the corner, ignoring the people recording you.
depressed model shame smokes outside monaco club because she is fucking pathetic, the headlines will read.
âthought you quit that shit.â his voice washes over your body like youâve been set on fire, smooth tone, ambiguous accent making you ache.
âi did but then i got forced to come to monaco, so.â you shrug.
âforced?â
ââm here for work.â you sigh.
âi guess i am too.â he mumbles. you raise an eyebrow.
âyou live here, lan.â you tease. lan rolls off of your tongue too sweetly.
âdoesnât feel like it anymore.â
how can it, without you? he wants to scream at you. he canât, you donât deserve it.
âhow are you?â
you want to touch him.
âshit.â
he needs a taste.
âyeah.â
you put your cigarette out. it tastes like shit, half smoked.
you stand there, stare at each other.
take me home, you want to beg.
come home, he clenches his fists, trying not to grab you and remind you how youâll always be his, right here, up against the side of the club.
âgood luck, if i donât see you.â you whisper. you linger, praying that heâll beg you to stay so that you can crumble into his arms, without having to make the first move.
lando ponders his options. his head and his heart wage a war.
logic wins, unfortunately.
âthank you.â
you take that as your queue to get the fuck out of there, and disappear into the night.
-
itâs raining on sunday. the dreary weather seems to perfectly sum up what has been the worst week of your life.
youâve seen your ex boyfriend more times than you can count, ended up with about four hangovers as a result, and with a pounding head, you have to sit in the paddock club and wait for the sound of engines to split your head in half. it was your own doing, so youâd suck it up, recognising that you were a disgustingly privileged bitch, and there are people who would sell their kidneys to do what youâre complaining about.
you never complain, not usually. but your heart hurts and your body hearts and your mind hurts and itâs just not fair. lando is gorgeous, and you miss him so badly, and your shoes are digging in. who the fuck thinks itâs a good idea to wear heels to an f1 race?
you see him before the race, mouth good luck from afar. he winks. itâs something you used to do before every race. old habits die screaming.
the rain falls harder, the track slick. you say a prayer and take your seat.
ânorris has this in the bag, heâs bloody good in the wet.â you hear some old guy say behind you. you are cursed with the knowledge of just how good in the wet he is, and you end up flushed.
he wins. his second one in three races. you pray that no one notices the way you weep. everyone notices.
you make a mistake and rush for the podium, your pass giving you access. he graces the top step and you sob, grinning like a fool, soaked through with rain. the anthem plays, the champagne pops. he finds your eyes in the crowd. your hair falls, stringy and curled, mascara smudged. you are the most breathtaking sight. he stands still, washed with an onslaught of champagne, watching you like heâs scared to take his eyes off of you. his boyish grin and hopeful eyes render you weak - youâre there for him, after all - and he canât help but bask in that little fact.
dangerous territory. you break, and disappear.
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say it once again with feelingâŚ
the photographers barely get a second to snap a picture of the top three, because lando is gone. he takes the stairs two at a time, descending from the podium and throwing his pirelli cap and a shaky apology at his pr rep. the adrenaline spike makes his blood rush; he needs to find you and stop you and tell you that he will never be able to stop loving you.
the exit is the natural assumption, and he nearly slips a thousand times as he sprints through the paddock. the ground is wet, but he figures that if his car made it, so can he. the gates are in sight, and so are you, your clothes sticking to your shivering frame.
he calls your name, thunderously travelling towards you, his voice hitting your ears like a sonic boom. you freeze, turn slowly until your facing him. the rain splashes around you, not letting up.
youâre within his reach, and he pulls you in, hugging you tight. you melt into him, clinging like heâs a life force. he inhales you, your scent that heâs missed so horrifically. you crumble, and so does he, pieced back together as one.
âi canât do this, i canât.â he kisses the words into the cold skin of your neck.
âno, neither can i.â you choke wetly with emotion.
âmiss you too much. itâs too hard, itâs stupid, itâs-â
âwrong. itâs wrong. âm sorry.â your breath fans his face, breathing life into him, life that heâd lost four months ago.
he grabs your shoulders, lowering so that his eyes are level with yours. his curls fall over his eyes, sodden from the rain.
âi donât think, no, i know: iâm never gonna love anyone the way i love you.â lando speaks slow, convincing. your chest is tight.
âi donât want to love anyone else.â you croak, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.
âcome back to me.â he mutters, pleading.
âdonât think i ever left.â you breathe, hushed.
your lips slot over his easily, itâs like breathing. the kiss is messy, helpless, and he engulfs you whole, his body wrapping around yours like a blanket. you latch onto his race-suit, drawing him in, and then you both seem to remember where you are.
lando norris caught kissing ex like horny teenager in monaco paddock!
you pull away with breathless chuckle. the air is fresh, and you feel alive. he steals another peck.
âwait for me at home. iâll be quick.â his hand finds you ass, just for a second and you scold him playfully.
home.
yeah, home.
âdonât make me wait.â you grin.
his brain short circuits.
âdo you still have your key?â he splutters, refocusing.
you scoff. ânever took it off the chain.â
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you pace the apartment, taking in the space. it hasnât changed, but itâs messier, a visual representation of lando since you left. the pit of your belly swirls with anxiety, anticipation. heâll be back soon, and heâll kiss you, make love to you, remind you that youâre home and that itâd be stupid to leave again.
youâre still damp from the rain, shedding layers until youâre left in your vest and jeans, ridiculous heels kicked off by the door, your jacket airing over the back of a chair.
he hasnât taken down the pictures of you together. he hasnât moved your ugly collection of magnets from the fridge. he hasnât changed the blinds that you chose, but he didnât really like. your candles sit on the bookshelf half burned, the teddy heâd won you at a fair sits neatly on the sofa. the L pendant and itâs chain is strewn over the coffee table, right where you left it the morning after it ended. your breathing is heavy.
the front door opens behind you.
you donât move, your eyes still fixed on the silver chain, overwhelmed by how empty your neck feels all of the sudden. he comes up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, arms finding home around your waist. you often used to find yourselves in this exact position; while you brushed your teeth, made coffee. the room is deathly silent, breathing and the distant buzz of post race festivities the only thing you can hear. lando follows your gaze.
âkept it. knew that one day, youâd come back for it.â
âi came back for you.â
âand that necklace will stay with you when i canât be there.â
you nod. he kisses your neck.
âmissed you so bad.â you gasp. he licks your skin, bites down softly.
you spin in his arms, his hands pawing at your hips and everything blurs when he kisses you.
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shaky fingers work over zippers, buttons, clasps, and then youâre both bare. you sink into the mattress that you missed so much, his body moulded with yours when you both tumble into the sheets. this is messy and frantic, utterly lovestruck. the lightning strike of his touch has you keening, sweating beneath him already.
âmissed you. missed this.â
âdo something, lan.â you cry, quiet against his shoulder.
âmissed my perfect girl.â he grunts, lips working your chest while his fingers leave a trail of goosebumps over your inner thigh.
âplease.â you sigh when his fingers dip between your folds, sliding over your wet flesh. his lip catches between his teeth, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of you.
he thumbs at your clit, stroking over you in slow, firm swipes, and then heâs sinking a digit into you, slow and steady. your toes curl, tears pricking your eyes at the intrusion, but you donât have much of a chance to adjust, a second finger joining the first. he fucks you full, the stretch of just two fingers making you whine, one hand threading into the sheets while the other slams over your mouth. you want to hide, the pleasure rendering you a mess across the pale grey linen.
âno, let me look at you.â lando rasps, spare hand tugging at your wrist. you whine, writhing when he curls his fingers. âwhy are you hiding?â
you canât hold back the choked cry that sounds from the back of your throat, his palm bumping your clit as he grinds his fingers deep.
âgone shy on me, baby? whereâs my good girl gone?â lando coos, moving so that heâs leaning over you. the angle change sends your legs flying, kicking out at the sweet torture. ââs because you havenât been fucked right in so long, hm? canât remember how to behave?â heâs smirking down at you, scanning the changing lines of your face.
âneed it, need-â you stutter, the words dying on your tongue.
âwords, pretty girl, words.â lando encourages, false sympathy dripping from his tongue.
âneed to cum, want you to make meâŚâ you trail off.
âwas that so hard?â he tuts, and everything speeds up.
the sound of him working you so sweetly makes you shake, your thighs clenching tight around his hand. the wet squelch hits your ears and you blush, cheeks coloured deep with embarrassment, awe, desperation.
your mouth drops open, screaming silently when it hits, your thighs slick. you drip down his wrist, his hand covered in your release.
âthereâs my girl.â lando sighs, diving down to kiss you hard.
you can feel the damp press of his fingers as they dig into your thighs and you squirm beneath him, finding your way into his mouth.
âfuck me.â you slur, teeth knocking with his. he swallows you whole, groaning into your mouth.
ânot so shy now, hm? been dreaming of hearing you beg for it.â lando shudders, shifting between your legs.
you can feel the press of him, thick against your cunt and you wiggle your hips, pushing to meet him halfway. the stretch burns deliciously, and you grab at his shoulders, dragging him in.
âfuck, baby.â he breathes, sinking into you slowly. âfeel like heaven.â disbelief coats his voice, like he canât reconcile that this is real; youâre back here, his, in the bed you were always supposed to share.
âitâs so good. feel so good for me, lan.â you whisper, lacing your fingers through his hair.
âlove you so much.â he kisses you like he means it, rocking into you with purpose.
âcanât believe i lived without this.â
âcanât believe youâre all mine.â
the release builds, every thrust reminding you of what you could have lost for good. there was no lack of love, in fact you were starting to wonder if you had loved each other too much before.
ânever losing you again. canât live without you. my beautiful girl.â
your tummy grows tight, and he finds your clit when he feels you clamp down on him. he pulls you through the pleasure, guides you to your orgasm and you blindly follow him. youâd follow him anywhere, you decide.
you tell him you love him when you let go, spilling all around him, warm. heâs panting, kisses your forehead gently. he rolls off of you, and you feel the slow drip instantly, but you curl into his side and he wraps around you.
home.
âpromise me something.â he whispers. you feel the way he shakily inhales.
âhm?â
âdonât leave again. you belong here, too. with me.â
your eyes are watery.
âiâm staying. âm yours.â
âabout thatâŚâ
lando springs from the bed, naked, disappearing from the room. you watch, confused, cold all of the sudden.
you can hear his footsteps padding through the hallway, and then heâs back, his figure in the hallway. he runs, jumps, lands gracelessly next to you. endeared, you laugh softly.
âsit up.â
you do, leaning up to sit next to him. his fingers skim your shoulder, pushing your hair out of the way. cool metal dances over your skin.
âback where it belongs.â lando smiles at you, eyes wide and stunning.
you toy with the L. something heals in your chest, right around where your heart is.
âthe sweetest boy.â you shake your head in disbelief, grin up at him like a fool.
âbath?â
âyou know me so well, noz.â
come one, come all
itâs happening again
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oh, my heart. there is something deeply wrong with me
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all fics of zb1 that me and @fairyofmangoes read and swooned over at the dead of the night. the authors are really talented too so make sure to check out their other works too.
⨠LEGEND ă f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut
ěąíëš âââ SUNG HANBIN
be careful, don't fall by @haesunflower [f] [uni AU, clumsy reader and student nurse hanbin; 0.7k]
a night in monaco [ one . two ] by @ohsunnyboy [f] [fake dating, flirting, one bed trope, lazy kisses]
to breathe in your life by @zhng96 [f] [comfort fic, insecure!reader]
sitting in traffic by @loserlvrss [a,f]
hanbin and non-sexual dominance by @zbis [f]
forget? you? by @hariboz [a]
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ęšě§ě
âââ KIM JIWOONG
french press by @zerobaselove [s] [jealous jiwoong; 1.2k]
cuteness aggression by @haecien [f] [boyfriend texts with jiwong]
a morning to remember by @taerrrrrae [f]
winter confessions by @taerrrrrae [f]
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çŤ ć âââ ZHANG HAO
a perfect fit by @zerobaselove [f] [campus crush! zhang hao x reader; 3.4k]
to chase a dream by @ohsunnyboy [f] [musician au, rivals, makeouts and happy endings]
one day only by @cinnajun [f] [established relationship; 1.3k]
drunk of you by @kkongdakz [a] [rivals to somewhat lovers, suggestive; 2.3k]
dollification by @amoremainslayer [s]
sir oblivious by @sxmmerberries [f] [textfic]
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ě매í âââ SEOK MATTHEW
coloumb's law by @seoktized [s] [ft. jake from enhypen, college au; 3.4k]
airpods by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [stepcest; 2k]
feel good by @loserlvrss [s] [soft smut]
show me how to use that pretty mouth of yours by @aswaki [s] [oral fixation; 2.2k]
mile high club privilege by @aswaki [s] [stewardess/flight attendant reader, strangers themed; 1.8k]
matthew flashfic this and this by @aswaki [s]
semi public sex by @528-hotline [s]
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ęšíë âââ KIM TAERAE
taedros taedros [ one . two . three ] by @iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin [s] [bsf taerae]
giving it a chance by @haesunflower [a] [not super angsty, established long term relationship]
keep it quiet by @cinnajun [f, sugg] [best friendâs brother!au x reader; 3.6k]
this loser by @kkongdakz [f]
a summ(lov)er song by @kkongdakz [f]
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ć˛ćłé âââ SHEN QUANRUI
against everything by @ohsunnyboy [f] [royalty!au, arranged marriages, sword fights and honour]
cherry chapstick by @loserlvrss [sugg]
sunlight by @kkongdakz [f]
wooden block tower by @kkongdakz [a]
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ęšęˇëš âââ KIM GYUVIN
7:34 pm by @zhng96 [f] [blurb]
sunny days by @zhng96 [f] [3.1k]
new year's kiss by @hariboz [f] [friends to lovers; 1.6k]
only one by @loserlvrss [f] [established relationship; 1k]
battery recharge by @kkongdakz [f]
kiss it better by @kkongdakz [f]
world's cutest couple by @cinnajun [fake angst]
pool sex by @carmesi-butterfly [s]
birthday much? by @arafilez [f] [drabble; 0.3k]
you kissed him and ran away by @sxmmerberries [f] [text imagine, bsf!gyuvin]
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ë°ęą´ěą âââ PARK GUNWOOK
why are you ignoring me by @slytherinshua [f]
one bed by @kkongdakz [f] [enemies to somewhat lovers; 1k]
consequences by @lovepookie [f, a]
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íě ě§ âââ HAN YUJIN
a spark of light by @ohsunnyboy [f] [bestfriends, homework, pining away and gaming]
love lock by @trsrina [f]
mario cart by @trsrina [f]
2a.m. crisis by @slytherinshua [f, sickfic]
side dishes by @gyubaseone [f]
everything is okay by @taeraemisu [f]
7:39 pm by @itsactuallylina [f]
red thread of fate by @carmesi-butterfly [f]
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ě ëĄë˛ ě´ě¤ě âââ OT9 / POLY
zb1 top 3 kinks by @melobin [s] [not including gunwook & yujin]
cute things zb1 do as you bf by @tzuberry [f] [maknae line hcs]
she's busy bro by @haesunflower [f] [text imagines, yujin not included]
cuddling with zb1 by @cinnajun [f] [headcannons, yujin not inc]
this love is small by @taeiun [f] [some of the little things that they do in your relationship, yujin not inc]
zb1 as love tropes by @tzuberry [f] [headcannons, maknae line]
sweet venom by @taeiun [f] [headcannons, pulling them by the collar and kissing, 02z + 04z + gw]
zb1 as your boyfriends by @cinnajun [f] [hcs, yujin not incl]
zb1 as taylor swift songs by @zhng96 [f] [blurbs]
calling your bsf "babe" by @zhng96 [f] [text imagines]
why him by @hariboz [f] [text imagines, you ask for another member's pc]
why didn't you kiss me by @hariboz [f] [text imagines]
favourite places to kiss by @loserlvrss [f] [blurb, gw + yj not incl]
is this mine? by @kkongdakz [f] [reaction, when you wear their clothes]
we're so clichĂŠ by @kkongdakz [f] [zb1 as love tropes]
kiss me by @kkongdakz [sugg] [making out with hyung line]
you being sleep deprived/sleep drunk by @sxmmerberries [f] [maknae line + taerae, text imagines]
no more kisses by @faithst [f] [ot8, hcs, s/o being shy after every kiss]
copyright to respective authors, don't forget to reblog their works ^^ okshu + @fairyofmangoes
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I WANNA BE YOURS ËË ěľě°ě¤Í ⸠đđşđđ đđđ đđż đ°đ˛đśđšđśđťđ´đ
after confessing your feelings and not getting the reaction you hoped for, you decided to cut contact and avoid yeonjun. the only thing is that he refuses to let you go that easily and is determined to show you that your two worlds can collide.
pairing â¸â¸ choi yeonjun đĽ fem!reader đľ đŻeat. ę đ´đ¤đŚđŻđŚ!đŁđŚđ°đŽđ¨đşđś đ˘đŻđĽ đŻđŚđłđĽ!đľđ˘đŚđŠđşđśđŻ
genre â đ â¸â¸ secret friends with benefits to ??? to lovers, angst, smut, secret relationship, opposites attract, punk!yeonjun, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, punk x nerd trope, some bad boy x good girl trope, slice of life, college au
warnings â¸â¸ heartbreak, unprotected sex, soft dom!yeonjun, kinda service!top yeonjun, heavy praise kink, marking, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl, babygirl), creampie, multiple orgasms, a lot more desperation and neediness lmao, pussy drunk!yeonjun, body worship, clit stimulation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, some aftercare
kipoâs note â¸â¸ hehe hereâs part two finally for everybody who wanted it for ceilings!! this is inspired by the songs i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys and corner by sace6!! made it extra angsty for you guys since i know you all like the pain (me too) :3 hehe i hope that you like it as much as part one and that the ending is satisfying! (ĘĆŞăďž3ďžă)⥠enjoy my loves!!!
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you have been ignoring choi yeonjun, you can finally admit to it now. for a week youâve been dodging him if you even caught a glimpse of his orange hair with blonde streaks.
you knew it was ridiculous, but how could you ever face him with what happened in your room the last time you saw him? the answer: you donât face him at all.
of course he noticed, you were now actively avoiding him and not trying to hide it anymore. if you happened to be quickly scurrying past him to get to where you needed to beâwhich for the past week he always made sure to be nearâyou could feel his heavy gaze linger on you. yet, he hasnât stopped by your room at all or even sent you a quick text.
there was now this⌠awkward tension between the two of you. tension that clearly neither of you knew how to address. and you could see it in his eyes, he wanted to say something to you so desperately, but he kept his mouth shut. and so did you. at this point, you were content in never opening your mouth again.
itâs gotten to the point where even his friends have been questioning him.
âdo you know her? why are you staring at her so much?â they would ask him. his answer was always the same variation of this reply: âiâve seen her around a couple times. we have some classes together.â followed by some lie he quickly made up off the top of his head to explain why his eyes were on you. never the truth.
the fact of the matter is that he doesnât feel the same way about you, so whatâs the point in continuing this secret relationship the two of you have? you were in love with him, but he wasnât in love with you. two puzzle pieces from two seperate boardsâyouâd never go together. the two of you should just part ways now while everything was all out on the table.
it was a mistake, confessing your feelings for him, but there was nothing you could do about it now but pretend it never happened. and pretend that you never got involved with choi yeonjun.
you pulled the turtleneck further up your neck as you ducked next to where the outside water fountains were, chest rising heavily as your eyes darted to the side. you hoped yeonjun didnât see you. sighing to yourself softly, you pulled your phone out and checked the love bites on your neck. they were almost faded now, but every time you looked at them you canât help but think of that night and a sharp pain erupts in your chest.
you moved to leave before you were suddenly cornered against the brick wall of the campus building you ducked behind. you smelt his familiar cologne before you saw his face and dyed hair. âwe have to talk. you canât keep avoiding me.â
your heartbeat suddenly picked up and you quickly swallowed down the lump forming in your throat. âwe have nothing to talk about,â you replied, eyes locked on the band tee he was wearing.
it was a lie, you knew that. you knew that at some point the two of you had to talk about your confession, but you desperately wished he would just let it go and pretend like it never happened like you were.
âdonât bullshit me, y/n,â yeonjun countered, leaning into your ear.
you eyes traveled up to the skull necklace you have gifted him. slight surprise coursed through you at the fact that he still wore itâat the fact that he wore it at all. your eyes then locked on his and you gathered all the firmness you could to add to your stare.
âyou clearly donât feel the same way that i do, yeonjun. letâs just leave it at that.â as you spoke, a small group of students passed by the corner you both were tucked in. yeonjun frantically backed away from you and checked your surroundings, eyes darting from place to place.
you scoffed to yourself. how ridiculous. âyou donât even want to be seen in public with me,â you continued, deep hurt creeping in the edges of your voice.
yeonjunâs eyes darted back to yours and he quickly stepped towards you. âitâs complicated,â he said.
âitâs⌠complicated...â you shook your head at him in disbelief as you slowly repeated his words, words growing in volume as you went on. âit isnât, yeonjun. it really isnât. trigonometry is complicated, this isââ
âi want to be with you,â he interrupted, voice just above a whisper, and grabbed your hands in his. yeonjunâs face was pleading, and almost desperate, but you were done. you were done being second choice to whatever he put ahead of you.
for months you were with him in the four corners of your room and you didnât share a single complaint as long as the two of you were together. but now that he didnât even want to be seen with you where others could possibly see, you were done.
you snatched your hands from his and yeonjunâs eyebrows shot up. âin secret! without any strings attachedâbut i canât keep doing this with you. i canât be with someone who only wants to be with me in private, who doesnât want to be with me at all. i wonât allow myself.â
as you were pouring your everything onto the floor in front of yeonjun, you watched as he still glanced around the two of you, making sure that nobody was listening to your words. in real time, you felt your heart crack and shatter into a million pieces. all you could do was sigh defeatedly.
you turned towards the building you were originally heading for, no doubt late for the class you were supposed to be at, and began walking off. you felt yeonjunâs hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back.
your mouth opened in protest but the sound was quickly smothered as his lips smashed onto yours. you froze, heartbeat racing even further. hate sunk deep into the pit of your stomach. you hated how you melted into his touch and how your heart beat so fast it felt like it might explode. you hated how good his lips felt on yoursâhow familiar they felt and how much you missed the feeling.
you pushed him away from you, shock clear on your face as you looked up at him. in the seconds it took you to register that he just kissed you again for the first time after a week, your eyes darted to the side. to the completely empty campus. not a soul could be seen for miles. you looked back at him.
tears sprang to your eyes and this time you couldnât stop the ones that managed to escape in his presence. you shook your head once again. âitâs over, yeonjun.â you broke free of him, hurt now showing through full force in your voice. âwhatever we had⌠itâs over.â
you walked off, leaving his frozen figure behind you.
pushing your textbooks to the side, you sighed heavily to yourself. no matter what you did, you couldnât focusâand that was unusual for you when it came to your studies. exams were just around the corner and you couldnât afford to be distracted.
you removed your glasses and pinched the bridge of your nose. the only thing that stuck in your mind was your last conversation with yeonjun. slumping down onto the table in front of you, you looked around at the quiet library. you just couldnât understand it.
did the opinions of his friends and strangers really matter that much to him? were you really not enough for him that he just had to keep you secret? what was it? yeonjun claimed that he wanted the two of you together, but he hesitates at the two of you being seen in public together. it made your mind twist and run in circles trying to figure it all out.
if he just wanted to be friends with benefits, why not find someone else? he couldâve saved you both the trouble. and you were sure there would be people jumping at the opportunity of that kind of relationship with himâbut, not you.
you put your glasses back on as you sighed again. you hated to think it, but you couldnât help the thoughts that ran through your head. what could you do to be enough for him?
how could you change yourself so that he wasnât ashamed to be with you?
did you have to dye your hair a bright color? get rid of your argyle sweaters and longer-length skirts and instead wear darker clothes, more shorter skirts, and listen to the same rock music that he did? sport the frilly black dresses or the tighter, more vibrant clothing his female friends did? be more opinionated and vulgar and really speak your mind?Â
it was clear that you werenât retaining any information from your textbooks. you started to pack up, returning books back to where you found them and putting your notebooks back in your bag. you thought over every interaction youâve ever had with yeonjun; how every moment led you to where the two of you were now. you could only think of one thing.
maybe you and yeonjun were two puzzle pieces from two seperate boardsâand maybe you were trying too hard to force yourselves to fit together. maybe doing so has pushed you and yeonjun into a corner that neither of you knew how to get out of now.
without realizing the time, night had fallen around you and you stepped out into the coldness of the outside world. you looked up towards the starless sky.
perhaps the two of you should just stick to what you both know, instead of trying to go outside of the box.
yeonjun twirled the small skull necklace that you had gifted him between his fingers as he zoned out from the conversation his friends were having. he thought back to that night almost two weeks ago now, how you basically confessed that you were in love with him in your room. it still caught him off guard.
at first he thought that you were joking, until your heavy silence followed immediately after. he wanted to go back and say something other than what he didâwanted to kick himself for hesitating. yeonjun wanted to kick himself now for still hesitating.
he wasnât exactly sure how to describe the feelings he felt for you, this whole thing was new to him. yeonjun didnât do relationships. but, it was clear that you did. and he wanted you.
yeonjun wasnât the flashy type or the openly affectionate type either. he honestly wasnât sure that he could give you what you so desperately wanted from him. yet, he just couldnât seem to let go of you either. was it selfish? yes. but, yeonjun didnât care. not when you were slipping from his grasp.
with the other girls heâs been with it was easy. they never fell for him or expected more than the physical relationship that he had with them. they all knew what they were getting and took it at face value for what it was. but you were differentâand he was different with you. yeonjun couldnât explain to himself what set you apart, there was just something about you. all he knew was that he liked the change. he liked the different relationship the two of you had, and he was willing to do anything to keep it.
yeonjun just so happened to glance up as you were scurrying across the campus yard a couple feet away from him. he saw the way that you tried to avoid his stare, but still snuck the quickest of looks in his direction, trying to disguise it as you pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose. the corners of his lips rose the slightest bit. he had to talk to you again, make you see that calling off what the two of you had was the wrong choice.
a finger snapped in his face and his eyes focused back to his friends. âwhere has your head been at lately?â his friend, beomgyu, asked. he turned, his long brown hair falling into his eyes as he followed yeonjunâs gaze, âand what is it with you and that girl?â
yeonjun straightened as he tore his gaze away from you and brought beomgyuâs attention back to him. ânothing, i was just zoned out.â he purposefully ignored beomgyuâs second question.
beomgyu thankfully turned back to him, his eyes now focusing on something else entirely. âwhere did you get that necklace? youâve never worn one before that.â
âuh, i donât know? some random store i was getting clothes from, it caught my eyeâwhy are you asking me so many questions? mind your business.â he dropped the necklace from his fingers. yeonjun didnât have time to explain something he wasnât quite sure of himself, not when he had to catch up to you. âi gotta go,â yeonjun quickly added, pushing away from his group of friends as he jogged in the direction you went in.
behind him, he heard beomgyu say to his other friends, âyou think him and that girl are involved?â another one of his friendsâ voices piped up. âthe nerd? definitely not. sheâs not his type.â
âi donât knowâŚâ beomgyu trailed, âthey would look cute together. thereâs gotta be something happening at the very least.â
thankfully you hadnât gone that far and yeonjun was able to catch up to you easily. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from prying eyes and somewhere more private. you turned in his grasp, looking up at him with an almost defeated and annoyed look.
âthis canât be over,â he started. you looked around before turning to walk away, but not before yeonjun held your wrist again, keeping you in place. âtell me what to do to fix thisâhelp me fix this.â
yeonjun was kicking himself again for not knowing the words to express what he wanted to say. suddenly all the vocabulary heâd ever fucking learned disappears when he tries to talk to you and he ends up a bumbling mess.
âhelp you fix this?â you repeated.
yeonjun nodded, âyes. i wanna be with youâi wanna be yours. if you want a relationship, then we can have one.â
you tilted your head to the side and adjusted your glasses as you looked at him. âso if i were to go up to your friends with you right now and introduce myself as your girlfriend you wouldnât have a problem with it?â you asked him, glancing back to the direction yeonjun came from mere moments before. yeonjun hesitated, stammering over his words. his tongue felt too heavy in his mouth.
you just scoffed to yourself at him. âyou still donât get it,â you said. âi donât want to be another girl that you hook up withâanother girl that you like. i want to be the girl that you like. i want to be more.â
hatred bubbled up inside you and threatened to spill over at the fact that you were still in love with him. at the fact that you were still wrapped around his finger to the point that you almost jumped at the opportunity of a relationship. yeonjun was just saying that to appease youâto get you naked and under him again and have things return to the way they were before.
resentment started to build towards yeonjun at the secrecy. it was a lot easier to blame him for how your relationship went up in flames instead of how flawed it was to begin with. besides, it felt good to restrict yourself from himâto have him stare at you as you passed while you ignored him instead, even if you still missed him and his touch.
you knew that this was all doing more harm than good, but right now you just couldnât seem to care. maybe yeonjunâs attitude was finally starting to rub off on you and he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
yeonjunâs brows knitted together at your words. âyou are the girl that i like,â he said, âthereâs nobody else but you.â
you stared at him for a moment in silence. in a melancholic voice you asked, âwhy do you like me?â
yeonjun could feel you drifting further and further away from him and he didnât like it. he wanted to pin you to his chest so that you always stayed closeâlike the necklace around his neck you gave him. his mind raced and there felt like there was sand in his mouth as he raced against the hourglass of time that the two of you had leftâand still, he came up empty once again.
it wasnât that he didnât have any reasons for liking youâhe had plentyâit was just that there were so many that his brain short-circuited. if you just gave him the time and a pen and paper he could make whole novels. but time was running out and yeonjun watched as your face fell more and more the longer the seconds ticked by.
âbecause of the sex?â you asked, voice raising. yeonjun looked around the two of you before sighing and cupping your face with his hands as he shook his head. something inside him cracked at the way your eyes started to become glassy. âdoes the thrill of you sneaking into my window at night knowing that nobody would ever expect the two of us together excite you?â you continued. âgenuinely, what is it, yeonjun? help me understand.â
glassy tears fell down your cheeks and yeonjun felt himself shatter. he tried to pull you closer to him, to comfort you, but you pushed him away. you shook your head as your gaze dropped to the ground. âyou really know how to break my heart in two, donât you?â you asked in a small voice as you looked up at him, completely defeated.
you turned and moved to leave. yeonjun tried to grab your hand, but the only thing he was able to grasp was the fleeting touch of your fingertips against his as you got further away from him. he stood completely rooted to the spot you left him in, frozen, as he watched you disappear.
suddenly everything yeonjun wanted to say to you crashed into him like a wave, but he was too late. he twisted towards the trash can next to him and gave it an angry and harsh kick, causing it to fly across the grass. students passing by jumped at the sudden noise and looked yeonjunâs way, but he couldnât care less.
yeonjun buried his head in his hands and pulled at the tips of his hair. âfuck!â he yelled, running his hands messily through his hair. he looked up and saw a couple of students looking at him. âwhat the fuck are you looking at?â he angrily called out to them as he briskly walked away.
whether you intended to or not, you started to change yourself. your sweaters got darker, your skirts got shorter, and you even started to put on a hint of eyeliner before leaving. when you looked at yourself in the mirror it almost felt like there was a stranger staring back; it was you but it wasnât at the same time. like you were wearing a cheap costume and pretending to be something that you werenât.
you withdrawled more and more into yourself, only really emerging to take your exams and to study. you felt so bleak that even the darkness of your clothes didnât light a match onto the way you felt inside. even your friends started to notice.
âso is this a new look youâre going for?â taehyun asked, his eyes looking over you. you shrugged and finished writing the sentence you were writing in your notebook. âi never even seen you wear black before and⌠isâis that eyeliner?â he added, moving closer to you until you were face to face.
you made a face and pushed him away. âitâs makeup and clothes, why does it matter to you?â you bit back, tone sharp. you didnât mean to be so snappy with taehyun, it seemed you havenât had the patience lately. you shifted in your seat, adjusting your skirt and sweater. the weather was getting colder during the daytime, so you decided to wear some black tights and boots.
taehyun just gave you a look, âyou donât seem yourselfâyou havenât been yourself, y/n. whatâs going on with you?â you looked back at him with a glare, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
scoffing, you hurriedly threw your things back into your bag. ânothing,â you pushed out, âi am completely myself. just because i wear different clothes and makeup from time to time doesnât mean iâm not myself.â you stood from the table and threw your bag over your shoulders.
adjusting your skirt again, you swirled to where taehyun still sat, a shocked expression on his face from your outburst. âmaybe you should learn to not stick your nose into other peopleâs business.â with that, you stormed out of the student lounge.
you were heading towards the library to continue studying when your phone buzzed. you fished it from your bag, seeing what it was from. you stopped dead in your tracks right in the middle of the sidewalk. it was yeonjun.
the wall you had painstakingly built up around you started to crack as you read his incoming messages and you felt your knees start to get weak. you were doing so well ignoring and avoiding him, how could you let a simple text from him have all of it come crashing down?
yeonjun: baby. yeonjun: i really need to talk to you.
you have come so far with shutting him out of your heart, yet one little message has all of your love for him flood back into you. why now? itâs been weeks, you were finally starting to try to move on; why would he make you love him again?
it was enough to feel his eyes on youâalways on you, no matter where you went anywhere in his presence. you could almost hear his voice in your head with the way he radiated onto you. you knew he wanted to talk to you again, but he held back. it angered you. for once you just wanted him to spit it out, spit out the words hiding behind his tongue instead of always holding back.
you wanted him to fight for you, to show you that he cares about youâyou, and not just what you could offer him. not your help with his studies, not the excitement he got from sneaking around with you, and not the sex. you wanted him to hold you like he never wanted to let you go ever again. and if you tried hard enough, you could almost feel his skin on yours againâand damn if you didnât miss it all.
you heaved in a shaky breath as you stared at the messages. with another shaky breath, you pushed your phone back into your bag and kept walking to the library.
another starless night greeted you as you finished all the work you needed to do today. the cold air nipped at your cheeks and you made your way through the quiet streets back to your apartment.
you pushed open your front door, thankful to finally be home and take some of the stress off your back. you dropped your bag near the entrance and made your way to your room so you could shower the day away.
opening your bedroom door, you froze in complete shock. yeonjun sat on your floor, his back pressed up against the bottom edge of your bed as he idly flipped through one of your textbooks. he looked up at your entrance and his eyes immediately flicked over you. yeonjun flipped the textbook closed without looking at it and tossed it to the side as he stood.
you inhaled sharply, your brows drawing together. mentally, you cursed yourself for stupidly forgetting to lock your window. itâs been unlocked for yeonjun for so long now that you completely forgot about it. you stumbled over your words as yeonjun took a step closer to you. âw-what the fuck?â you murmured.
yeonjun raised a brow at your words.
he took another step towards you and his eyes trailed along your body, taking in every inch of you. âyou look⌠different,â yeonjun said, his eyes finally meeting yours. it almost made you collapse. âit seems like iâm finally rubbing off on you.â
you swallowed the lump in your throat as you stepped into the room. you moved to your dresser and began taking out some pajamas, turning your back towards yeonjun so he didnât see the way you hands shook. âwhy are you here?â you spoke. your mouth felt dry and your voice came out almost hoarse.
behind you, you heard yeonjunâs footsteps move closer to you. âi needed to see you,â he replied. âhear your voice again⌠i missed you.â
when you didnât respond, yeonjun gently grabbed your arm. sparks exploded from his touch and your heart rate picked up. you sat the clothes on the top of your dresser and tightened your hands into fists. âtalk to me, baby. we canât keep just passing by each other like we donât know one another,â yeonjun added, his voice low in the quiet room.
you turned to face him, your face full of anger. âwhat? now itâs too much when i ignore you but it wasnât when you were ignoring me?â you pushed him away from you and moved towards where your desk was to get away from him. ânow that youâre getting a taste of how i feel, it's bitter, huh? itâs rotting you to the core, isnât it?â you added sarcastically.
yeonjun looked at you from across the room, âit is. it fucking is and it sucks and iâm sorry. i never knew you felt this way. if i did, i never wouldâve put you through it.â yeonjun took a couple steps towards you and you held out a hand to stop him. âbut, i know now. i know now and iâll make a million promises to never put you through it again.â you scoffed.
âyou bring out the best in me,â yeonjun said, running a hand through his faded dyed hair. âwe bring out the best in each other, you know that. and this⌠this isnât you, y/n.â
you rose your chin slightly in defiance. âand what if this is me?â you countered. âdonât you like it?â
yeonjun hummed and for a moment he was quiet. you could see the gears turning and turning in his head as he took in your appearance once again, making his way closer and closer to you until he stood mere inches away from you. you watched as his eyes dragged up your body before finally connecting with yours once more. âi like the real you,â yeonjun said.
your little defiant act fell flat and you looked away from him, licking your lips.
âi like your preppy looking clothes and how it makes you light up a room. i like the way your glasses fall down when youâre focusing on something too hard to notice and i have to adjust them for youâi like how you donât even notice that i do it sometimes.â yeonjun took a small step towards you and your breath hitched. he reached forward and adjusted your glasses for you.
the tips of his fingers grazed over your cheek and you felt the fire light underneath you, making heat spread all throughout your body. you looked at him again, his eyes boring into yours and softening at your gaze. without realizing it, you leaned into his touch.
yeonjun continued, the pad of his thumb dragging along your chin. âi like how soft your skin is, and the way it feels against mine. i like the way i can feel your body heat up like a crackling fire when i touch you and how your heart thumps out of your skin. i like feeling you close to me.â he then closed the distance between the two of you so that you were now pressed close to him.
the heat of his body thawed you completely; crumbled down the walls you built and forced out the feelings you desperately tried to hide. yeonjun took in every inch of your face, like it was one he hasnât seen for centuries, as he spoke, âi like how when weâre apart, i crave you. i like the way my body reacts to yours everytime youâre near. itâs like you send a shockwave through me and every fiber of my being is alight; like i finally see clearlyâand all i want to look at is you. i didnât understand what it all meant, why you felt so differentâwhy i felt so different, but i do now. i like who i am when iâm with you.â
his lips brushed at the shell of your ear, âi like that weâre different. i like that we drive each other crazy, because then it means that we care about each other. i like you. not some other girl, not this version of you that you think iâd likeâyou.â yeonjunâs lips were feather-light across your jaw. he was so close to you that if you were to lean forward the slightest bit, your lips would meet. âenough with all of this. let me feel you again.â
yeonjun pressed his lips to your in the most searing kiss youâve ever had in your life. like you were the flint and he was the steel and your kiss was the spark that set everything ablaze. you let out a small gasp against his lips from the heat of it all. it felt so surreal, like watching lightning strike across the night sky and making it almost seem like day. the more your lips moved in sync, the more lightning there was, the more the sky brightened until it was an electrifying battle between night and day.
your hands moved up yeonjunâs chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you even closer. if your hands werenât in the way, you were sure that your rapid heartbeats would be in perfect sync, too. if your kiss was the lightning, your hearts were the booming thunder, demanding to be heardâdemanding to be felt.
after the two of you were fighting for oxygen in your deprived lungs, you pulled away just the slightest bit to gulp in heavy breaths. with the last strength inside you, you pushed at yeonjunâs chest and turned your head to the side. he didnât move far, his grip around your waist refusing to be broken. you could feel his confusion and he pressed a light kiss to your burning cheek.
you turned your gaze to your ceiling, the ceiling that youâve spent so many days staring at and daydreaming about a relationship that you didnât have. even with yeonjunâs words, it all still felt too good to be true. it felt like if you were to look over at your bed, you would see yourself laying there, eyes on the ceiling, lost in the world you have created.
storm clouds drifted over you. what if he was only saying what you wanted to hear? what he needed to say to you so youâd lay yourself completely bare in front of him again. you didnât think you could have the stars come crashing down around you again if you let yourself let yeonjun hang them in the sky for you.
you dragged your gaze from your ceiling back to yeonjunâs confused stare. a pained expression flickered across your face and you tried to hide it the best you could. you swallowed, and barely above a whisper you said, âif you just want some girl to fuck, find someone else.â
you tried to push him away more, but the more you pushed, the more he pulled you back into him. until your chest was up against his and you were flush against his bodyâand still, he pulled you closer; like the slightest leeway between you two would destroy him. like if he didnât hold you close you would disappear. you felt the way his heartbeat picked up even more and saw the desperation appear in his eyes as his brows knitted together and he shook his head.
âitâs not like that and you know it,â yeonjun said, his voice matching the tone of yours. âi donât want to fuck just any girl, i want to fuck you.â
ever vulgar, yeonjunâs words, but you knew deep down that he meant what he said. and you knew that he wasnât just talking about the sex. his fingers wandered up your sides, cautiously exploring your body on their own accord. your eyes fluttered shut briefly as you inhaled deeply. âi want to feel you, be with you,â yeonjun continued.
yeonjun caught your lips in another kiss and this time you couldnât stop yourself from melting into his touch. you felt his need through the kiss and you were sure he could feel yours, too. the two of you stumbled backwards a couple steps and you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stable, your lips never leaving his. his tongue slipped into your mouth and danced with yours.
the clouds parted and one by one stars started to twinkle in the night sky. no longer were your skies starless. it was all too much all at once and you tore yourself away from yeonjun, shaking your head. âi canâtâŚâ you whispered, breath haggard, âi canât keep doing this with you. not after everything.â
yeonjun cupped your face so you would look at him again. tears welled up in your eyes and you were just so overwhelmed. you didnât know what to do, didnât know if you could put your love somewhere where it could be shattered again. not after you were still picking up all of the pieces of your heart.
âso let me take the lead,â yeonjun said. âlet me show you how much i want you. how much i need you.â
his lips were on yours again as he backed you up towards your bed. the back of your knees hit the edge and you fell down onto it, looking up at yeonjun with a melodramatic stare. he kicked off his boots and shrugged off the black leather jacket he wore, letting it fall to a heap on your floor. yeonjun then grabbed the bottom hem of your black, argyle sweater and pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side next to where his jacket laid.
âi really do like you, you know that right?â he asked you as he stripped off one of his various band tees that he wore. you nodded and yeonjun nodded along with you. his fingers hooked under your skirt, âyeah? good.â
in one swift motion he pulled off your skirt, tights, and your panties underneath, tossing them carelessly to the side by the rest of your clothes. you were only left in your bra as you crawled backwards up your bed.
yeonjun slowly unbuckled the belt in his jeans. âyou really like me?â you asked shyly, pressing your legs together and leaning them to the side. the corners of yeonjunâs lips rose. his eyes sparkled in the low lamplight and it made the smudged eyeliner around his eyes appear darker. âof course i do, babygirl.â
his voice was full of amusement, like you just asked him if the sky was blue. heat flushed your face and pooled at the pit in your stomach. you suppose it was a silly question, considering all that he said to you tonight.
yeonjun pulled down his black jeans, exposing the large bulge in his boxers. âi like like you, sweetheart. i think iâve made that pretty obvious tonight.â
you inhaled sharply, your eyes trailing over him and the articles of clothing that kept disappearing from his body. he pushed down his boxers and his large cock sprang free, precum already glittering from the slit. he looked back up at you and your heart stopped.
yeonjun got up onto the bed and moved toward you until you were caged beneath his body. he reached behind you and stripped off your bra, lips hovering over your exposed breasts. you felt his warm breath against your skin and shivered.
âi can spend the whole night listing off every little thing i like about you,â he said in a low voice that your ears just managed to catch through the ringing in your ears. yeonjun pressed chaste kisses from your breasts, to your chest, and all the way up to where he placed a kiss on your lips. âbut iâd rather just show you instead, donât you think?â
he dipped his head into the crook of your neck while his hands trailed down your body. you pulsated with need and desire for him, and your hands splayed across his back and pulled him closer. yeonjun chuckled lowly, the vibrations sending waves throughout your body. his hand moved between your legs and spread your wetness throughout your folds before his thumb rubbed circles into your clit.
you gasped, clutching tighter to him as your back arched. yeonjun pulled away from your neck, his thumb still drawing circles, as he looked at you through his dyed hair. you caught sight of the small skull necklace you gave him resting against his collarbones. even after everything, he never took it off. you swallowed thickly and nodded at his previous question.
yeonjunâs lips brushed against yours and he pushed you back onto the bed so that he hovered over you. the necklace you gave him dangled right beneath your lips and every so often you could feel the cold metal against them. yeonjunâs head tilted to the side, âdo you want me to list everything, or do you want me to fuck you instead?â
your mouth opened but no words came out, only a small moan as your hips lifted towards his hand. yeonjun hummed, stopping his movements and you almost whined at the loss of friction. âwhatâs it gonna be?â he asked, pretty lips attaching to your neck with open-mouthed kisses before nipping at the soft skin to leave marks in his wake.
âp-please,â you begged, lifting your hips towards his hand again in a desperate attempt for friction. âplease fuck me.â
yeonjun smiled against your skin and his thumb finally continued to circle the sensitive nub. you whimpered at the sudden contact, wrapping your legs around his waist. âgood girl,â yeonjun praised. he reached for one of your pillows and had you lift your hips so he could place it under them.
he grabbed his cock, stroking it along your wet folds. âbecause tonight, youâre all mine. and i like keeping you all to myself. i donât like sharing.â
yeonjun pushed into you with a low grunt and you swear you felt him deeper than you ever have before. you gasped loudly at how you could feel all of him inside you and how full it made you feel. it felt like the two of you finally fit togetherâno longer were you both forcing each other into a board you didnât belong to. now, there was a whole new puzzle board, one to which you both belonged.
with a slow starting pace, yeonjun thrusted into you. âhowâs that, baby? does that feel good?â the wet sound of his cock dragging in and out of you and the slight slap of skin hitting skin put you in a frenzy and turned you on even more. you moaned loudly as you nodded.
âyouâre taking me so well,â yeonjun said, hands grabbing your hips and pushing them down into the pillow. he increased his pace, the lewd sounds growing louder with every thrust. âgonna fuck your pretty pussy full of my cum and make you feel so good youâll be crying my name for the rest of the month.â
his hands on your hips prevented you from rolling them up towards him, but it didnât stop the way you back arched off your sheets. loud moans fell from your parted lips and yeonjun leaned down you kiss you, cock still thrusting into you. you moaned against his mouth from the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. âdonât stop,â you breathed, arms wrapping around his neck.
âtrust me, i donât intend to,â yeonjun said huskily. a moan parted from him and you could feel the rope in your stomach tighten. âyour pretty little pussy is gonna stay wrapped around my cock all night.â
you hands pulled at the tips of his hair as you clenched down hard against him. yeonjun pulled away from your lips, a whimper leaving his mouth as he looked down between your bodies. âfuck,â he muttered in a low whine and his hands moved up your body and to your breasts. he grabbed at them as you rocked your hips upwards.
you were a whimpering mess underneath him, and if he wasnât making you feel so good right now youâd be a bit embarrassed by how desperate you felt clawing at his skin and pulling at his hair. your body moved on itâs own as you tried to gain the most pleasure that you possibly could. your head dug into your pillow and your back arched so high that there was no need for the pillow underneath your hips because you were practically floating.Â
âpleaseâŚâ you trailed, eyes rolling backwards briefly as heavy breaths pushed past your lips. you were so, so close. you felt so good that you could see stars again.
âshh, shh, shh,â yeonjun shushed you, his face in your neck leaving soft kisses. âi got you, baby. just let go.â
with one perfectly timed roll of your hips your body shook as the rope inside you snapped. you cried out as your release started to pour out of you and leave a white ring around yeonjunâs cock. he groaned at the sight, still thrusting into you, and your body felt limp and heavy. you started to squirm and yeonjun moved your legs from his waist and pinned them to your chest.
âshit, look at how pretty,â he almost laughed as he watched his cock disappear inside of you and reappear covered in cum. âand itâs all for me. my good girl, you made such a mess.â
your skin slapping against his, sticky with cum, sent you over the edge. you were torn between wanting more of him and wanting to push him away from all the overstimulation. it was all too much and you dug your fingers into your blanket. âjjunie,â you cried out in a gasp, your tongue heavy in your mouth, âc-canâtâŚâ
yeonjun fucked deeper into you, amazed at your glistening pussy and your arousal for him. he hit just the right place that had you crying out more for him. he firmly held onto the back of your knees that were pressed to your chest as he trailed his gaze up your body. âjust a little more, sweetheart. you can handle it.â
he threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed, as he completely lost himself in you. you were taking him so good he never wanted to leave. all he wanted was to keep you like this, his hard cock buried deep inside of you as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from your shaking body. he wanted to fill you up with so much of his cum that it flowed like a river out of you when he did finally pull himself out. you were everything he wantedâeverything he needed, and more. and he never wanted to let you go ever again.
yeonjun buried himself completely inside you, barely pulling out before trying to bury himself deeper into you. he moaned loudly as he looked down at your spent body, you were fucked out of you pretty little mind and he was close to it. white ropes of cum shot inside you until it had no choice but to squeeze out from around yeonjunâs thick cock. yeonjun blissfully exhaled, his firm grip on you loosening.
leaning towards you, he fixed your crooked and slightly fogged up glasses that fell down your nose bridge. yeonjunâs chest rose and fell heavily as he smiled at you, kissing you deeply. âgood, babygirl. you did very good for me,â he murmured before pressing his lips to the sensitive marks he left on your skin. you felt his smile when you shivered slightly. âdo you feel good?â
you felt as he shallowly thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot again. your voice caught in your throat as you clung to him and nodded. you felt your legs shake even more. yeonjun just chuckled, his nose dragging along your jaw before he pulled away. âgood. let me make you feel even better.â
yeonjun slowly pulled out of you, watching the way his cum spilled out of your spent cunt and down the curve of your ass. he took his thumb and pushed it back into you, eyes twinkling. you whined from his actions and squirmed to the side but yeonjun held you in place.
suddenly, he buried two of his fingers into you. you gasped, âcanât t-take anymore!â your eyes screwed shut. yeonjun pumped his fingers inside you at a rapid pace and held your body in place with his other hand. âdo you want me to stop?â he asked as his fingers curled inside you.
you cried out, voice almost a hoarse scream as you quickly shook your head. ân-no!â yeonjun hummed in satisfied response.
loud, squelching sounds bounced off the walls of your room from your wet pussy. you felt like you were gonna black out the closer yeonjunâs fingers brought you to another orgasm. you shook so hard and moaned so loud that it felt like your body had a mind of its own. suddenly, your brows drew together and you tried to quickly push yeonjun away from you.
it was too late. liquid sprayed from you and all over yeonjun. your body went limp as you went from shaking all over to trembling. yeonjun froze, his fingers still inside of you. you didnât even have the energy to be embarrassed at the fact that you just squirted all over him.
yeonjunâs eyes were wide as they trailed over your body. then his face brightened into a prideful and smug expression, the corners of his mouth raising. âfuck, baby, that was so hot.â he was practically beaming as he pulled his fingers from you, hand completely wet. you whimpered at the loss, eyes closing.
he wrapped his hands around your back and pulled you up. âcome on, babygirl. letâs get you cleaned up before i make you do that again.â
after getting you and your sheets all cleaned up, the two of you laid in your bedâhalf nakedâas your lips moved in sync in a slow kiss. you were basically pinned to yeonjun and the more the two of you kissed, the closer he pressed you against him. you both didnât even realize that it had been hours and it was already deep into the night until it clicked in your brain that you had a busy schedule tomorrow.
you didnât want to say anything, though, because that meant that yeonjun would leave soon. you didnât want him to go. you were afraid that if he did the illusion would be shatteredâthat none of what happened tonight was actually real and you made it all up in your despairing sadness.
it seemed that yeonjun remembered, unfortunately. he pulled away from your lips, moving the two of you so that you had some space and werenât pinned to him anymore. âi gotta go, baby.â his face showed that he wanted to do anything but that.
he sat up and moved to stand, but before he could you grabbed his wrist. with a look full of sorrow and desperation, you said, âstay⌠donât go.â
yeonjun paused and looked back at youâreally looked at you. he saw all the cracks inside you that he caused, every single last one. he saw the glassy tears start to form in your eyes.
he was determined to mend them allâdetermined to make you whole again.
yeonjun turned back towards you, nodding. he leaned down to take off your glasses and sat them on your nightstand. he then reached over to your lamp and shut it off, basking the two of you into darkness. then, he climbed back into the bed with you and pulled you close to his chest.
in the morning, you woke up before he did. sunlight filtered through your blinds and made his orange hair look even more bright and saturated. gently, you reached up and took on of the blonde streaks between your fingers before dropping it and moving closer to him.
you were shocked that yeonjun was still here in the bed next to you, that this wasnât all a dream like you thought it was. he was actually here with you. you heart fluttered in your chest and all you could do was stare adoringly at him.
you didnât realize that you mustâve been staring for a while because suddenly yeonjunâs sleepy voice filled your ears. âi can feel you staring,â he said groggily.
embarrassment filled you, but you just couldnât tear your eyes away from him. yeonjun cracked an eye open before his face scrunched together from the bright light of the sun. âgod, why is it so fucking bright in here?â he complained.
you giggled at his reaction and his arms snaked around you and pulled you to him. yeonjun buried his face into your neck to shield himself from the sunshine. âyou should probably get use to the daylight,â you smiled, ââcause i think weâre late for our morning classes.â yeonjun just groaned.
he peeked his head out to look at you. âheyâŚâ he trailed off, eyes darting away from you hesitantly. you furrowed your brows. âyeah?â you replied.
yeonjun inhaled sharply and it looked like he was trying to find the right words to say. âi shouldâve said it earlierâshouldâve said it that night. but⌠i just didnât know what it all meant.â you looked at him confused, urging him to go on. yeonjun sighed and turned away from you to dig the heels of his palms into his eyes. he then turned back to you, brows drawn together. âi⌠i donât just like you,â he started it, âiâm in love with you.â
your eyes widened and your heart soared out of your chest. you couldnât help the smile that formed on your face. âreally?â you asked, voice small. âyouâre not just saying that?â
yeonjun fully turned back to you and cupped your cheek with his hand. he nodded, âi mean it. iâm not just saying it just to say it.â
you searched his eyes for a moment, looking for any hint of a lie but all you saw was sincerity. you then moved forward and pressed your lips to his. âwell, you already know how i feelâŚâ you trailed, pulling away from his lips ever so slightly.
yeonjun laughed, âi do.â his lips met your again and it was everything you ever needed. never again did you want another starless night, not when yeonjun makes your skies so full of stars.
you were leaving your class and crossing the campus when a hand intertwined with yours. you looked over and yeonjun smiled down at you, walking alongside you. you were still a little shocked at the public display despite the fact that itâs been a couple of days.
yeonjun pressed a kiss to your cheek. âwalk with me?â he asked. âi want you to meet my friends.â
you both slowed to a stop and you looked at him with wide eyes, causing him to laugh. âtheyâre cool, i promise!â you looked around nervously. what if after all of this they didnât like you? that yeonjun was right to initially keep yourâthenâsecret relationship from them? you sighed, nodding a little, âo-okayâŚâ
he pulled you in a different direction and in the distance you saw a small group of people hanging around. your heart thumped more and more the closer you got to them. when you stood in front of them, hand in hand with yeonjun, you gave them a nervous smile. âguys, this is my girlfriend, y/n,â yeonjun introduced you.
you smiled and waved awkwardly. all of their faces lit up, which you werenât expecting. yeonjunâs friend with long brown hair half covering his eyes gave you a triumphant smile and held out a stripped arm warmer covered hand to one of the other boys. âi called it! you owe me forty bucks!â the other boy grumbled as he dug into his bag.
one of the girls stepped up to you and yeonjun, mostly smiling at you. she wore a black, frilly dress and had on stark black and white makeup. âi knew this months ago!â she said and her eyes darted towards yeonjun. you both gave her a confused look. âyou werenât exactly subtle with all the sneaking around you were doing,â she said to yeonjun. âyou literally couldnât take your eyes off her no matter how hard you tried. like a puppy waiting for itâs owner to come back home.â
you and yeonjun glanced at each other with wide eyes.
yeonjun awkwardly laughed at being exposed and pulled you into his side. he looked down at you and you could see the slight embarrassment in his eyes as you raised an eyebrow at him. âignore her,â he said, waving a hand in the air. âi donât know what sheâs talking about.â
âlike a puppy waiting for itâs owner,â you repeated slowly, amused. âyou didnât tell me you missed me that much!â
âoh, i like her!â the girl said. you smiled at her and she linked your arm with hers and pulled you away from yeonjun, introducing you to more of the group. you looked over your shoulder at yeonjun, who was getting teased by his friends, just as he looked up at you. he gave you a fond smile.
he was so not living all of this down.
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yandere / mafia / bad boy
bloody love - ( @hongjoongscafe ) smutty, king jk, evil jk, obsessed jk, posessive jk, blood thirsty jk like fr, he honestly loves bathing in the blood of those who did him wrong in his eyes, reader is lgb. this is an on going series but I´LL BE DAMNED IF IT ISN´T THE BEST THING I´VE READ in a minute!!, the writing its so captivating, not a single dull or boring moment, i can´t wait for the next part tbh
romantic dreams - ( @kooktrash ) yandere!jungkook, tattoo artist jk, boxer!jk, UGHH ITS GOODDD, he´s so toxic frfr, namjoon is sick of his ass lmao, totally obsessed with reader, jealous and possesive af, he´s crazy sdlfjs but i´m into it
toxic noona - ( @aajjks ) yandere!noona, toxic controling relationship, jk is a victim, he´d rather die than leave, reader likes to make him cry, manipulation
crafting new memories - ( @peachypinkygloss ) yandere!jk FR, stockholm syndrome, jk kiddnaped reader and fucks her while making her watch herself on the news,,,her own missing sign
yours insanely - ( @smileyoongle ) yandere!jk, serial killer jk, detective!reader, he kills women who look like you, so interesting to read
darknet - ( @darkestcorners ) yandere!jk, the internet is scary, human trafficking, jk is scary dangerous, it´s a LOT, just wow
who is in control? - ( @ctrlsht ) yandere-ish, lawyer!jk, posessive jk, obsessive jk, toxic relationship, stalking, manipulation, secret relationship, he´s cray-cray
hybrid au / soulmate au / super hero au / alien au
bunnytalk - ( @woncon ) bunny hybrid jk, owner reader, jk is a sad bunny bc reader won´t return his feelings but it´s all just a misunderstanding
night vision - ( @bonny-kookoo ) e.r, alien!jk, suggestive, lowkey smut, bunny hybrid reader, jk has tentacles ,,,,,nothing else to say, flirty fluffy jk, this is dIFFERENTTTT i love it
closer - ( @blublublujk ) smut, step siblings au, noona reader, yandere!jk, jk is obsessed with him older step sister, WHEWWW this is intense, very detailed, loved it
slice of life / university au / idol jk
you make him go crazy - ( @onlyswan ) fluff, idol!jk, slight angst, multiple scenarios, reader is constantly making him go nuts, he is STRESSED lmao, it´s cute anyways, reader is kind of a careless brat but jk wouldn´t have it any other way
you wear his clothes - ( @nochukoo97 ) fluff, thing is...HE gives you his clothes, he´s so boyfriendd
call me soon - ( @peachypinkygloss ) summer break up, strangers to fwb to lovers, obsessed jk
screw up; over wine - ( @koocycle ) finance major jk x model!reader, first date drabble, he is really into reader so he takes her to a fancy pricey wine and dine but guess wHAT.. he is broke lmao so he straight up PANICS, lowkey highkey secondhand embarrasment but it´s jk so it ends in a cute way
kiss me better - ( @jaykaysthicthighs ) angst, jerk jk, mean jk, misunderstanding, manhandling, he is crying bc he assumed she was cheating but he was sooo wrong, now he is begging, crying, throwing up,,, they make up anyways, its angsty in a satisfying way
you´re sleepy but you promised you´d go grocery shopping with him - ( @thvhoe ) e.r, its cuteeeee
couple questions with vogue - ( @kjdkive ) fluff, e.r, idol!jk, supermodel!reader, I LOVE THISSSS, he is the best boyfriend/fiancĂŠ soon to be hubby EVER UGHHHH its so cute
devoted to trouble - ( @jeonsweetpea ) fluff, lil angst, smut, comedy, spiderman!jk au inspired by seven??? a masterpiecE. the world finds out he is spiderman but he dgaf bc he only cares about you, #pininggg, reader playing hard to get, man i love tHIS
show you what devotion is - ( @thvhoe ) boxer!jk, ballerina!reader, fluff, angst. you´re like his safe place, it´s giving exes to wannabe lovers, they deff like each other and jk wants to eat her uP but he´s wants it to be romantic and stuff, idk idk I liked itttt
you surprise him for his birthday - ( @nochukoo97 ) he´s so boyfriendddddd, this is so wholesome and cute
he can´t sleep bc he loves you so much - ( @onlyswan ) now THIS makes me want to drink bleach and die bc of how cute it is, THEY ARE SO IN LOVEEEE, there´s a lot of giggling, a lot of praising, a lot of disgustingly sweet loving talk after sex :´)))))) its such a good read i promise
fighting heart - ( @kooktrash ) boxer!jk, fluff, angst, he´s so stressed sldfkj, reader gets in a small accident and jk went crazy when a nurse answered your phone
make a wish - ( @euaphoric ) fluff, little smut, best friends to lovers, reader is so sweet, birthday surprise, jk shoots his shot, he only wants to spend his birthday with you
daft pretty boy - ( @jeonqkooks ) basketball cap!jk, classmates to lovers ig, see he´s smart but when he´s with you he gets nervous and forgets how to exist, he lowkey confesses and he´s sraightforward with itt, he´s got a hUGE crush on you lmao
ride - ( @ohjeon ) strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, jk is a fucc boy on campus, reader has tattoos and rides the coolest bike, jk has an instant crush, love at firts sight i would say, got him blushing and sweating lmao, this is an on going series but I KNOW it´ll be gREAT, I love it already
in your arms - ( @kookslastbutton ) e.r, fluff, smut, morning secs, waking up by his side for the first time after moving in
encore - ( @jjungxkook ) game designer!jk, he is cool af, has a fat crush on reader, this is just the teaser of the fic but I really like it
crave you - ( @7deadlysinsfics ) idol!jk, crack, smut, fluff, hispanic choreographer reader, texting, taejikook, jk is HORNY but he´s a softie too, he´s got a big big fat crush, strenght kink bc we all know he can throw her around like a ragdoll
pretty girl - ( @bts-trash-blog ) smut, tattoo artist!jk, chubby reader, THIS IS ITTTTT, he´s tall, dark and handsome, flirty af too, "pretty girl" stFUUUU, they both want to fuck so he shoots his shot at the tattoo appointment
easy - ( @itsamejin ) angsty, fuckboy jk, bet!trope, jk plays you so he can get his rent paid, i read this one a lawwngg time ago and decided i was an angst loving hoe
Inevitable - ( @ahundredtimesover ) angst, fluff, smut, lovers to exes to lovers, baseball player!jk, dad!jk, parents au, you break up with jk years ago after you got pregnant bc you wanted him to follow his dreams and now he´s back home just to find out there´s a boy who looks just like him.. this is a masterpiece, honestly one of THEE best jk series out there, it has it all fr, the angst is angsty and the fluff is FLUFFY, i love it sm i´ve read it 3 times and never get tired of it
finish line - ( @bonny-kookoo ) fluff, nerdy!jk, racer!jki loooooveee itttttt, so cute, so fluffy, this blurb uGHHHHH, just read the whole thing pls
ungodly hour - ( @explicit-tae ) crack, smut, fluff, college au, broke college student!reader, lowkey slutty!reader, jk is thirsstttyyyyy, simping atp, "who´s dick do i have to suck for a hulu account?" this series is honestly so funny ksjakskjs
disney + and bust - ( @1kook ) angst, fluff, smut. yall already know i love to see man crying and begging for forgiveness :p, so kook is ur succesfull "app developer" bf and he says some very hurtfull things to you out of anger
rattled - ( @gukslut ) complete series, single dad au, angst, smut. honestly? one of the best fics out there. I read this a long time ago and i´m still in awe. The way this is written makes you feel every word. also, the plot is so so unique. i love it.
ceo au / sugardaddy au / rich bf au / coworker au
Over The Odds | The Confession - ( @jungk0oksthighs ) ceo jk, sugardaddy jk, jealous bf jk, sugar baby reader, he gets mad and yells bc he is lowkey insecure of her ex but reader is equaly in love. this is a series
wrong time - ( @spideyjimin ) smut, angst, dilf!jk, ceo!jk, exes to lovers, workaholic as a scape mechanism, the one that got away type of stuff but she broke things up first for valid reasons, big big heartache but she´s still the love of his life
don´t blame me - ( @ctrlsht ) sugar daddy!jk, ceo!jk, soft yan!jk, obsessive!jk, student!reader, unhealthy behavior on his part, manipulative behavior on her part, jealousy on both parts, he goes a lil too far but reader is bitchy and annoying, he lit gives her everythinggg she asks for, the man is..creazy about her in a very unhealthy way and she takes advantage of that, toxicc
failed quickie - ( @vminizzle ) cowerker jk, suggestive, they´re about to fucc on an elevator but it didn´t work, he likes his hair pulled!!1!
someone older - ( @bonny-kookoo ) smut, ceo jk, divorced jk, 30 something yo jk, taehyung has a kid, younger oc, its a nice read, would do it again
break up au / cheating au / fuckboy au
night after night - ( @brown-bi-beautiful ) smut, angst, crack, fluff, semi-retired fuckboy jk, red flag jk, stalker jk, break up au, lovers to exes to lovers, he fucked around and found out so he is FREAKING ouT, also he is beggING okk.. we love that, he also has a Harley bc he is bad boyâ˘, they make up anyways bc he is pussy whipped.. or in love, whatevs you wanna call it
seven plus one - ( @jvngkoos ) smut, angst, they break up for like a week and that shit got him SIMPING fr, standing under the rain begging and stuff, the man is obsessed, we love it
pwp / fwb
you good?? - ( @mono-moonchilds ) drabble, smut, "what if you gave jungkook head?" is righT bc i´ve been thinking about it for a min!!! he is mean ok yall know he is a brat buT, the head is too good to do all that, the man was shaKINg for godssakeee, so good he had to answer with a thumbs up bc reader drained him fr, left him so brain dead he couldn´t even speak
afterglow - ( @elitekook ) smut, fwb!jk, slight possessive!jungkook, dirty talking, degrading nicknames, but he cares ok, he´s trying to get out of the friend zone
come sit on my lap - ( @euphoricfilter ) pwp, lots of praisingg, they way this is written is good yall, "use me" , âso politeâ shUT UPPPP im literally blushing, AND he is also cute at the end?? i hate it heREEE :´)
he has a lot of cum - ( @euphoricfilter ) boyfriend!jk, the title I- , he DOES have a lot of cum, lots of stamina, lots of everYTHING, and on toP of those small details, wdym he wants to see how many times he can cum in you before it´s too full and it starts to spill????? somebody stop this man
riding jungkook´s nose - ( @euphoricfilter ) we´ve ALLL thought about this, and if you haven´t you´re lying, periodt. pRAISINGGG, he´s in a pussy-drunk frenezy, he likes feeling used, he likes getting his hair pulled, he likes getting his face wET, it´s sickenINGGGG goreaditplease
fucking in the gym - ( @euphoricfilter ) this was inspired by that one pic of him and jimin with their back out, I SEE THE VISION, fucking with ceiling mirrors
wicked - ( @noteguk ) smut, incubus!jk, big big corruption kink, lots of dirty ploting and dirty talk, yupppp this is a good one, so detailed, love me a fic that lit makes me see what i´m reading
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⥠hate needing you âĄ
logan howlette (wolverine) x reader
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summary: you have daddy issues, logan just has issues. together you make quite the toxic combination. based on this request by @v3lv3tf0x
â ď¸ smut, including oral, p in v, etc. unhealthy relationship, very very very minor dubcon. angst :(
a/n: girl i haven't written smut in forever, i was in front of my computer for two hours sweatin. won't be proofreading since it's almost 5k words and mommy is tired. eat it up!!!!
You and Logan are in a dangerous cycle. You know he barely even tolerates you, probably only likes you for the release he gets, both literally and figuratively. Youâre not any better, clinging onto him for attention, seeking his validation to soothe your insecurities. You donât even get much from him, and thatâs exactly the thing that made it so dangerous for you. He dangles just enough in front of you to reel you in, only to shove you back just out of arm's reach.Â
Neither of you really realize it. At the surface youâre both aware you have a fair share of issues, things that you should really be working on as individuals. In the beginning of your toxic little dance Logan wanted nothing to do with it, and you similarly knew it was a dangerous path to head down.Â
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It all really started the first moment you laid eyes on him. You were recruited by Charles, another traumatized mutant that could make a difference. You met Logan weeks after youâd moved into the mansion, coming back in the middle of the night smelling like whiskey and cigars. That alone had heat rising to your cheeks. You were in the kitchen in a cute pajama set, shorts riding up as you lounged on a chair and satisfied your midnight craving. When he walked into the kitchen doorway, massive shoulders making the frame seem small, you suddenly had a very different midnight craving. He was half glaring at you, still tipsy and angsty from his all-day bender. It sent a thrill through you, like you were being reprimanded. You felt the sudden need to be in his good graces, to replace his glare with a smile. Â
âWho the fuck are you?â He asked while moving to the refrigerator and digging through the freezer. He pulls out a frost covered bottle of whiskey.Â
âIâm y/n,â you watch as he sits across the table from you, chair protesting his weight. ây/n y/l/n. I started a few weeks ago.âÂ
He gives you a look, opening the bottle with his teeth and spitting the cork somewhere. You couldnât help but stare. He takes it the wrong way in his hazy state, eyes connecting with yours as he takes several pulls from the bottle.Â
âGot a staring problem? If you wanted some you coulda just asked bub.â He leans over the table, clumsily pouring a shot into your empty water cup. You blush a little, feeling silly as you take the cup and swirl the liquid around. Itâs not at all what you wanted, but you felt like you had to impress him for some reason.Â
He watched as you took a drink, eyebrows bunched together as you willed yourself not to spit it back into the cup. You coughed a little after it finally went down, wincing at the heat coating your throat. âThat was disgusting.âÂ
He threw his head back and laughed. Itâs deep and rich and suddenly youâre laughing too. âShoulda known you couldnât handle it, little thing like you in those cute little pjs. Doesnât exactly scream whiskey lover.âÂ
You gave him a shy smile, and Logan tried very hard not to smile back, opting to take another swig of his âdisgustingâ whiskey instead.Â
âWhatâs your name?âÂ
âLogan.âÂ
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The next morning Logan had woken up with a headache he knew would be gone within the next 15 minutes. He briefly recalls making it home, meeting you on his quest for more liquor. Heâs almost embarrassed when he remembers he had laughed with you, even flirted a little. He had no interest in anything serious, not even a friend. He didnât need one.Â
He leaves his room in search of coffee and breakfast, almost startled when he saw you a few doors down. You happened to be leaving too, having an early training session. He canât help but let his eyes wander, taking in your much too tight and very girly workout attire. He clears his throat when he finds heâs been looking at your ass a little too long, and you whip around.Â
âOh! Logan, hi. I didnât see you there.â You notice heâs in the same clothes as last night. âLooks like weâre neighbors.âÂ
âLooks like it.â Heâs not smiling, sober and more guarded than he was the night before. âCute clothes.âÂ
He means it in a patronizing way, reverting back to his unpleasant demeanor. You donât take it like that though, and everything in him is telling him to walk away when he sees pink dusting your cheeks.Â
âThanks Logan,â youâre beaming. âIâm running late so I should go, but Iâll see you around?âÂ
He doesnât answer as you turn away and walk towards the gym.Â
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Itâs like that for weeks. You never have any substantial conversations, only running into each other for short moments where you give him twirls to show off your latest outfit or ask if he likes how you did your hair that day. Sometimes he snaps at you, says your braids look like a rats nest or your top is too bright. Other times he gives you small hums of appreciation, a quick âlooks goodâ. You thrive for the validation, and he doesnât notice that youâve slowly stopped wearing the things that garner a sour reaction from him.Â
He thinks you look pretty in everything, really, but he canât stop himself from trying to put up a wall between you two, cutting off whatever ideas you have about being with him. He never goes too far, knows you take most of his insults as teasing, maybe even flirting.Â
However, after a few weeks of your little back and forth he does take it too far. Heâs a little too tipsy and a little too desperate, and when he knocks on your door, you answer a little too fast. Youâre in a big tshirt and fuzzy socks, looking so fucking soft and innocent as you peer up at him. âLogan? Everything all right?âÂ
No, it wasnât. He was drunk and angry about a lot of things, as usual. He desperately craved to not be angry, even if just for a second. He wanted something sweet and soft to bury himself into. Thatâs why he was here. He wasnât dumb, even if you really didnât know much about each other, he knew you had a crush. Knew you would say yes to whatever he asks. He feels bad that heâs here, but not enough to stop himself.Â
âLogan?â His nostrils are flaring and he hasnât moved an inch since you opened the door. Youâre beginning to get nervous. Before you can process it, heâs crossed the space separating you in one large step and pulled you into him. You almost slam into his body, your hands landing on his chest. He weaves a hand into your hair on the back of your head and pulls, your mouth opening in shock. He uses it as an opportunity to lower his head to yours, looking into your eyes before smashing his lips to yours.Â
Itâs almost painful, the way he kisses you. But itâs also full of desperation and messy and neither of you can get enough. His tongue licks at your teeth and you surprise him by taking it in, sucking it gently. A low groan echoes in his chest, and you realize youâre throbbing already. He pulls away slightly, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip and slowly releasing. You open your eyes, getting a glimpse at his dark pupils before he promptly spins you around, one hand on your shoulder and one on your hip. He puts slight pressure on your shoulder, and you get the memo, slowly leaning forward until your front is flush with your mattress, your arms curled up on either side of you.Â
The position is vulnerable, and you find yourself pressing your thighs together and squirming in nervousness. He hasnât said a single word to you, and youâre already dripping, feeling almost uncomfortably moist in your panties. You meet his eyes, shivering when his hands start exploring the pudgy skin of your thighs. The eye contact is too much, and you squeeze your eyes shut.Â
You couldnât believe you were here; you had fantasized about it plenty of times but now it was happening and it all felt so fast and yet not fast enough. The last thing you expected was him making the first move, you still werenât convinced the man even like you. Yet here you were, bent over for him.Â
 He pulls your shirt up and past your ass, an appreciative mumble falling from his lips when he discovers youâre only in panties. You can feel his callouses gently scrape your skin as he puts his hands on your ass, gently massaging. He takes his time, all other thoughts outside of fucking you slowly becoming silent. This is what he wanted, what he needed. A simple distraction. He spreads your cheeks lightly, and you clench around nothing when you feel a puff of air on your clothed folds.Â
Loganâs cock is already half hard and twitching at the sight of you. Hell, he was chubbed the second he started kissing you. He chalks that up to his dry streak and not because itâs you he was kissing. Sweet little you, whoâs ruined her panties, and he hasnât even really acknowledged you.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when he hears you whine and shift your hips closer to his face. âPlease Logan. Want you.â Youâre looking at him from the mattress, face flushed and lips puffy from his biting. You looked fucked out and all heâs done is kiss you. The thought spurs him on as moans lowly. He tears your panties from your hips, the sting of the fabric biting into skin almost too much in your needy state. They give easily, and his hands are back on your ass, spreading you open for him once again. This time he sees all of you, pretty folds glistening in the low light of your room and your clit uncomfortably swollen.Â
Itâs a sight Logan will remember for a long time. âJesus love, all this for me huh?âÂ
Of course it was for him. Youâd do anything heâd ask. Or didnât ask, for christ sakes you were naked for him after the first kiss and no prior discussion. You didnât care. Too lost in the high of what was to come.Â
You give him a whimper, you were going to break if he didnât give you some type of stimulation soon. âAll for you Logan, always, please just touch me, fuck me, anything you want just- please- do something.â Your desperation paired with the arch in your back as you search for friction has him throwing all decorum out of the window.Â
He licks from your clit to your dripping hole, nose dragging through the velvet wetness youâve produced. He groans as he wraps his tongue around your clit and sucks for a few moments before returning to lapping at your folds. Your mind almost goes blank, tingles erupting throughout your body. One of your hands reach behind you blindly, trying to find some part of him to touch, keep you grounded. He notices and grabs your wrist, briefly pulling away from your sloppy cunt to grab your other wrist roughly, holding both in one hand as he continues eating you out like heâs starving.Â
You whimper at the constrictions heâs put you under, fists opening and closing in time with your toes curling as he pushes you to your peak. Your hips start to move on their own accord, and he finds himself chasing your wetness with every jerk of your hips. He growls when you twitch away a tad too much. âBe a good girl and stay still.âÂ
You freeze immediately, and somehow even more blood rushes to your already puffy pussy. Good girl. You would be, you promised yourself. Youâd be a good girl for him.Â
He pats your ass at your obedience, fingers slowly finding a pace on your clit. You want to writhe around and give yourself more friction, but you donât, you want Logan to see that youâre being good and listening. You feel two fingers drag through your folds and moan when he begins slowly pressing them into your warm walls. You can feel his knuckles catch and you let out a curse as his fingers curl and bump that special spot that makes you go cross-eyed.Â
Logan is enraptured as he watches your hole flutter around his fingers, feeling a primal need to replace it with his cock. He curls his fingers over and over, watching your face as you whimper and moan into your sheets. His name falls from your lips, and he knows you're close. He pulls away then, your hips fall onto the bed, your knees wobbling. Youâre about to protest until you see him reaching for his buckle, hastily pulling his belt from the loops then unzipping his fly. He shoves his pants down just enough to pull his cock out, hard and leaking. He gives himself a few pumps, squeezing at the base. You push yourself up, supporting yourself on your forearms as he puts one knee on the bed, leaning over you.Â
You get a better view of him from here, tip a soft red and pretty veins swollen with need. You almost want to reach out and take over for him. He uses his free hand to grab your chin, pulling your face to look at him. âYou ready for me princess?âÂ
You can only nod in response, teeth chewing on your lip nervously. His hand moves to wrap gently around your throat, hunching over to kiss you once more. Your neck strains as you try to kiss him impossibly deeper, craving the way he tasted. Heâs the one who ends the kiss again, and you numbly wish you could just sit here and kiss him for hours. He pats your cheek smiling down at you. âGood girl.âÂ
He moves off the bed, grabbing your hips and manhandling you into an upright position again. You feel even more wetness leak from you at how effortless he can move you around. You gasp when his tip drags through your folds, head catching on your clit. He does this a few times while gathering your wrists into his hands once more, using his other to begin pressing his aching cock into your warm walls. The tip pops in, and you feel yourself clench, hard. He lets out a loud moan.Â
âFuck darlin, gonna strangle the damn thing.â You only moan in return and he smirks, using his hands that hold your wrists as leverage, pulling you back to sink onto his cock even further.Â
You close your eyes at the stretch, the pain being just enough to blur into mind numbing pleasure and fullness. His hips are flush to yours now, and he presses himself into your ass even more, addicted to the feeling of being balls deep inside you. He pulls out slowly, before snapping his hips forward. Your whole body moves with the force, and he tightens the grip he has on your wrists. He sets an unrelenting pace, your moans almost drowned out by his grunts and occasional shouts of curses.Â
You can feel every inch of him, adjusted to his size and clenching around him every time his balls slapped your clit. He releases your wrists in favor of grabbing your hips, slamming into them with a ferocity that you would feel in the morning. Youâre far too turned on to care at the moment.Â
âFuck Logan, just like that, Iâm close, please-â He silences you with a slap to your ass, mind going blank with need when he sees red blooming across the soft skin. You clench harder this time. Heâs grunting with every hard thrust he makes. âCâmon good girl, give it to me.âÂ
Thatâs all it takes, your limbs go numb as your orgasm washes over you, euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading to your fingertips. Logan roars as he finishes, hearing your name fall from his lips like itâs the only word youâve ever known. He likes hearing your moans more than he would like to admit.Â
His thrusts gradually slow, before coming to a stop, still twitching inside you as you go through the aftershocks. You catch your breath, panting and suddenly feeling very humid. He slips out of you carefully, almost tempted for round 2 when he catches a glimpse of his spend leaking from you. His head is starting to clear a little, and he realizes heâs put himself in an awkward position.Â
Youâre smiling up at him, pupils still blown and hair messy. He finds himself not knowing what to say to you. So, he doesnât say anything, just pulls his pants up and goes to your bathroom, coming back out with a rag. He tosses it to you. You clean yourself up, also feeling slightly awkward. Heâs sitting at the edge of your bed, watching you.Â
âDo you wanna like, cuddle, maybe?âÂ
He gives you a look and you almost wish you hadnât asked. He rolls his eyes and stands; you think heâs going to leave until heâs pulling back your duvet and jerking his head towards you. You comply immediately, feeling giddy. Logan knows he should leave. Not give you any more mixed signals than he already has. But the guilt is starting to wiggle back into his brain, and he canât say no.Â
Heâs in jeans, and above the covers, but youâre comfortable regardless. Your head is on his chest, fingers playing with the edge of his shirt. You donât say much to each other, but silently youâre happier than you have been in a long time. He came and seeked you out, fucked you good and hard, and now heâs (almost) cuddling you after. Youâre over the moon. You fall asleep on his chest, satisfied and tired.Â
He leaves almost immediately after your eyes close. You wake up the next morning feeling hollow.Â
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Logan is afraid that night was like an invitation for more to you. The following weeks youâre stuck to him like glue, finding whatever room heâs in and sitting with him. âAccidentallyâ making too much dinner and forcing him to share a meal with you. You still ask him stupid questions, âdo you like my nails?â, âlook at my form, isnât it better than last week?â, âdo these shoes look dumb?â.Â
Itâs getting on his nerves. However, he does figure out the best way to get you to shut up is to get you on your knees with his cock down your throat.
Logan has shoved all guilt deep down, rationalizing his shitty behavior with the logic that youâre both using each other. Itâs what he tells himself when he finds himself at your door multiple times a week half hard and in need of release.Â
Then, once again, Logan takes it too far. He comes back from a mission with the X-men, already on edge after a disagreement with Scott. All he wants is to take off for a week with his motorcycle and drink so much his body will have to regenerate a whole new liver from scratch. He almost runs into you, too busy storming to his stash of whiskey to bother being aware of his surroundings. He instinctively grabs your arm to keep you from falling back, steadying you before letting go.Â
âLogan! Youâre back!â Your eager voice is too much for him right now. âI finally finished the book I stole from you, I really liked it! I was about to eat lunch if you want me to make you something and maybe we can talk-âÂ
âNo.â Logan is glaring at you.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âI said no kid. Youâre up my ass 24/7, canât even settle in after a mission without you finding me and being fucking annoying.â Heâs snarling at you, face inches from yours and using his height to intimidate. It works, and you shrink into yourself.
âLogan Iâm sorr-â
âSave it, your desperate little attempts at getting my approval are pathetic. Almost makes me feel sorry for you. Leave me the fuck out of it, I donât want anything to do with you. You got that?â He doesnât let you answer, pushing it out of his mind when he sees your eyes sparkle with tears. He continues stomping down the hall.Â
You watch as he leaves, shocked tears making their way down your cheeks. You had no idea you had pushed things too far with Logan. Wasnât he the one just a few short weeks ago pounding on your door and then pounding you without as much as a hello? You knew he would get irritated with you, make snippy comments and roll his eyes at you constantly. But without fail heâd always come back and make it up with a sweet smile the next day. This time was different. There was no teasing, no hint of affection hidden behind the insult. This time he was serious.Â
He didnât want you around. You feel the pressure of a panic attack coming on, putting a hand on your chest and pressing hard to try to hold it together. You knew this would happen. You put all your eggs into one basket and now youâre screwed. You didnât mean to pin so much of your self worth onto Logan, but it was hard not to when a simple compliment from him had your confidence higher than it had ever been your entire life. Even the insults were addicting, deluding yourself into believing he wouldnât tease you so much if part of him didnât enjoy having you around.Â
You feel stupid, and angry, angry that you once again put your trust into a man who didnât care for it. Part of you wants to run after him, scream, cry, kiss him, anything to get him to see how he hurt you, get him to come back. You scoff at yourself. Fat chance. If he didnât want you around, then you wouldnât be around.Â
Your panic has subsided for the moment, but you make your way to your room, feeling like a good cry in the comfort of your own space might help the pit in your stomach. Hours later, cried out and nursing a massive headache, you realize it didnât help at all.
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Logan hasnât seen you in days. He tries not to think about it. He knows he snapped a little too hard, said some things he didnât completely mean, but he figured youâd be over it now. That youâd stop pouting and find him, asking if he liked some stupid skirt or hair clip. He hates that he misses your little fashion shows. He caves, and eventually begrudgingly asks Scott if sheâs seen you.Â
âY/n? Yeah I saw her a few hours ago getting food. Why? Finally figure out sheâs avoiding you?âÂ
Logan bristles at that. âI donât know what youâre talkinâ about.âÂ
Scott continues, pressing his luck. âYeah, right. I donât know what you said this time, but maybe next time you should be a man and let her down easy, or better yet, donât lead her on in the first place. Sheâs hurt man, and thatâs on you. Leave it alone for once.âÂ
Logan is dangerously close to starting a fight, claws inching out of his knuckles. Scott decided heâs made his point, and leaves without giving Logan a second glance. He has half a mind to follow the fucker, but he stays put.Â
Scott thought that him saying something would be helpful, he didnât know you all that well but from what Jean has told him, Logan has a way of leaving the worst kinds of marks on people. He figured if you wouldnât stand up to Logan, maybe he could advocate on your behalf.
He doesnât know that, if anything, Logan wants to deny the truth even harder now that Scott decided to act like he knew everything. He wants to believe the opposite of what Scott told him. You werenât upset, you were just busy. He wasnât leading you on, you knew what you were signing up for. What the fuck did Scott know?Â
Leave it alone.
He should, he really should. For your sake. You might be overbearing and too excited at times, but you donât deserve the way he treats you. He wishes he could do it, treat you right and be there for you. But he canât, and thereâs no use imagining it. Thereâs a mile-thick concrete wall around his perimeter, designed to keep him from experiencing the person he loves ripped away from him. He canât go through that again.Â
He wants to though; it makes him sick when he realizes. At some point between hours of animalistic sex and your soft smiles he had lost a little piece of himself to you.
 He goes into a blind rage, punching the wall behind him and slicing anything within arm's reach. Heâs angry at himself for not walking away the first day he met you, for being drunk and stupid and making your first experience with him too pleasant. He couldâve ignored you, never even learned your name and kept it that way. But he didnât.Â
He doesnât want to admit that he really was the one who started all of this.
Rather than take any responsibility or process his feelings, he finds himself marching to your room, footsteps heavy and rhythmic. He doesnât want to be the bad guy again, doesnât want to be angry at Scott or himself or the world. So, heâs back where he started, outside your door.Â
You open it timidly, eyes dim and hair not put up like usual. You look depressed. You are depressed, not that you would tell him that. You feel numb as you stare up at him, having a good idea of why he was here. He doesnât say anything, just pulls you into a hug. He lifts you slightly, walking you over to your bed and sitting down carefully, bringing you onto his lap. Your muscles are tense, heâs never hugged you before, it feels weirdly intimate. You canât bring yourself to push him away.Â
âMâsorry. Mâso so sorry.â He whispers into your hair, smoothing the baby hairs sticking up with a gentle hand. You lose it when he kisses your forehead with more tenderness than you'd ever experienced. Youâre softly crying, grasping onto his shirt and shoving your face into his chest.Â
You donât want to keep doing this over and over. You want to feel okay without Logan around, you donât want to need him. Unfortunately, as heâs kissing his way down your neck and mumbling âLet me make it better, at least for a little while,â you donât have it in you to break the cycle today.
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