This suddenly pop up in my head so I gotta run here to ask you đđđš bad English ahead
So we all know that animals hate Thaumo, does that mean we can bring an animal as a 'Thaumo detector'?? Like, they'd be alerted and restless whenever Thaumo is within 10m radius, starting deadly into a corner he'a hiding or hissing at a random trashcan he's inside. And of course they get a no-kill pass because he wouldn't want to see us sad right?
I'm wondering if Nalis should be on the same list but he could bribe them with food. Imagine Nalis pretends to be Thaumo pretends to be Nalis (I love how confusing it sounds) acting all mean towards us but our pet recognize their food briber provider (he's the reason they get fatter lately)
Yes đđ animals work as a good Thaumo detector!! Probably not up to a 10m radius, but if you hold an animal near Thaumo itâll growl or hiss or try to retreat from him, even when heâs shape-shifted.
Animals are neutral to Nalis, and Nalis is 100% the type who would bring over treats for your pet (along with snacks + a drink for you) whenever he visits.
It would be really funny if a chill pet is what gave him away⊠The mental image of Nalis trying to act cruel, your pet being happy to see him, you realizing heâs actually Nalis, and then him being totally confused and clueless on how you figured it out is killing me đđ
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jams lmao i looked at your reblog of my post and tumblr is like âoh you like ofmd? you like ed teach? you like that one gif of taika waititi in the ed teach costume? WELL JAMS HAS REBLOGGED IT ONCE OR TWICEâ
itâs like having your pornhub history put on blast. tumblr needs to stop exposing me like this or it needs to make an incognito mode
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chance card! offer one susato mikotoba headcanon before you pass go
All Susato knew of her father before he returned was that he was an accomplished doctor studying in London, and when he first arrived home, she had difficulties connecting with him. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes served as a point of reference for her, a place to begin rekindling their relationship. A large part of why she was so drawn to it initially was because it was narrated by an accomplished doctor working in London, just like her father, hence why she was slightly devastated to learn that the real author of those stories was Iris. In any case, her reasoning worked; those stories did bring her and her father closer, but, of course, she didn't really find out why until years later.
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Flipped through your first few posts, and a scene has generated in my mind
Warm day, tiddies out, salad bowl on belly, tv paused on FMA on a shot of greed, and youâre conked out snoring like a bear. That sound accurate?
IM HOLLERING this is like my ideal sunday afternoon!!!
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In that fic you mentioned as the pose reference, "won't you wander back to me", I like how in the author's notes you went "So, I never write fluff" how the times change
they broke me. this ship broke me. i used to revel in pain and now i am BROKEN by all things soft and intimate. i am a shell of the person i once was. i look in the mirror and do not recognize what i see
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ć”ć” can u fucking believe fhag a bottle od bacardi costs 15 fucking euros like wrf man wrf anyways im drunk and ily and now it's mh turn to tell u i am so platonically in love w u and i wish u all the besg and like could we kiss under the stars? pls? its ok if u say no, ill still lof u. love u love u love u and love u and do u know thag where i live there are more dogs than actual Fucking CHILSREN like how awesome is thag (o4 nor, depends on ur pov) i loke dogs betger tho. cats arw just begger than dogs and kids tbf, but let me tell u sth; You Are Better Than Dogs And Cats Combined. I Love You. Te quiero. T'estimo. æç±äœ â„ïž pretend i speak otber languages kashehhdduuwuuuwwuuw - signed by ri aka mjcace drunk on cardi b
me and you beloved. i was gonna edit kiss marks all over them last night but i got a headache instead so just imagine them!
can YOU believe its been almost 2 years since you stumbled on my drunk posting and followed me!!! the passage of time is fucked up ri! and fuck i adore platonic affection so much i love nothing more! if i could kiss you i would! ahdjfkkds so many dogs hell yeah! :]
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I just read your Fox x senator!reader fic and OH MY GOOOOD IM BLUSHINGGG you gotta change your name to wizardofrizz cause holy fucking shit your writing is amazing, i literally wanted to read more of Thorn and Stone teasing Fox afterwardsđ you are such an AMAZING writer genuinely, like the world building the character interaction EVERYTHING is just so good.
THIS MADE ME SMILE LIKE AN IDIOT OMG
thank you so much for this wonderful compliment, this made me so happy, you have no idea. I work so hard on my character interactions so knowing that you loved them is so fulfilling đ„ș
I love so many things about Shadow Play but Thorn and Stone giving Fox a hard time makes me so giddy lmao. And then theres the rest of this fic đ« Fox is my love and I get a little carried away with smutty fics for him lmao. I'm so glad you enjoyed this fic so much and I hope you get the chance to read some of my other clone fics and/or star wars đ€
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the dead are rising, and they whisper of cock tower. welcome back
Gosh I missed tumblr for the simple reason of THIS asdfghjkl
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I KNOW BETTER THAN TO CALL YOU MINE
Pre outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader || 7k
Summary: Joel lets himself have a treat. You.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, slight age gap (readerâs in her early 20s, Joel is 30), sex work, idiots in love, soft Joel, praise kink, size kink, f/m oral, cum eating, alcohol consumption, m!masturbation, sex toy usage, bondage, protected/unprotected piv, creampie, light pussy spanking, somno, aftercare, mention of degradation, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey). Reader has hair, wears dresses. Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
A/n: this is for @janaispunk âs 1500 kisses challenge. My prompt was âfirst kissâ with Joel Miller. Congrats again, Jana, and thank you for the fun challenge!đ The pic in the m/b is from this post by @liminaltourist. Hugs and kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđđ« dividers by @saradika-graphics đ The title is from the lyrics of âLetâs fall in love for the nightâ by FINNEAS. Hope you will enjoy this story! Love you all!đ
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Joel met you at Tommyâs birthday party and was instantly attracted to you. You were beautiful, sweet, funny, a little shy which he found charming. You told him that you worked as a waitress, meanwhile looking for a steady job after graduating college. He spent the whole night talking to you. The whole night being a couple of hours when he had a sitter for Sarah. Joel noticed a trace of sadness in your gorgeous eyes while you two were saying your goodbyes and for a second he regretted the way his life turned out. A single father at the age of thirty, working tirelessly to give his daughter the best life he could. But all the regrets vanished into thin air the moment he returned home and saw Sarah, sleeping peacefully in her bed. He planted a gentle kiss on her temple and quietly went to his empty bedroom. She was his life and he was ok with it.
Next time when Joel went out with Tommy for a drink, he asked about you in passing. He tried to make it seem like a simple curiosity but his younger brother still gave him a knowing smirk. Joel really liked you but his life was hectic enough. Work and being a single parent took all his time and he couldnât squeeze in a relationship. He wouldnât be a good boyfriend, he thought, and you deserved only the best. But your imageâ your eyes, your smile, your body, was flashing behind his eyes again and again, reminding him that he had needs and desires.
After a few beers and tequila shots, their conversation circled back to you and Tommy blabbed out that you worked as an escort. Joel was astonished. You seemed shy and sweet. He had never been against sex work but he always imagined a different type of people in that business. He didnât know what to make of it but he felt his cock twitch, thinking of how sexually liberated you were.
He thought about asking for your number, but Tommy would tease him to death and he decided not to.
The next time you met Joel was at another Tommyâs party. Joel agreed to come, wanting to see you again. You talked and laughed like before but the air was almost electric between you two. The glances were darker, your hand brushing his skin here and there made him want moreâ touch you, feel you close against his body. He could save up and do all that if you agreed. So he made a decision and offered to drive you home when the party was over.
As soon as Joel parked his car at your driveway, he cleared his throat and asked if he could see you sometime.
âAre you asking me out on a date?â Your voice was soft and a shy smile tugged at your lips.
âEhm⊠fuck, I âI know what you do,â Joel admitted, turning to you slightly in the driverâs seat, âTommy told me when he was drunk. Forgive him and me, please, ok? Andâ I donât know what you call that, butâ can I meet you for an appointment?â
Your face fell and you were blinking at him with a mouth agape. Joelâs heart froze- what if Tommy had been fucking with him and you didnât sleep with people for money.
After a few longest seconds of his life, you took a deep breath and gave him a little nod. Joel asked you about the details and you explained to him what he needed to do to book a session with you and though you were talking about sex, it sounded cold and dry. You gave him a little smile before getting out of the car and he drove off with the thought that he had made a mistake.
He really didnât plan to call you, thinking he had killed whatever spark and connection you two had, but his thoughts returned to you again and again. He was hearing your laugh everywhere and your face was behind his eyelids every time he went to sleep.
One night after a few beers he imagined you in his bed and his hand flew to his already stiffening cock. He shut his eyes and saw you next to him, naked and ready for him. Pleasuring himself, Joel imagined your hand wrapped around his length, sliding up and down, then your mouth sucking on his tip and soon he was spurting his load all over his stomach and fist. He could have you, you already agreed to it, and he deserved to feel good, to treat himself once in a while. With those thoughts on his mind he texted you and booked a session.
Joel tried to be on time for your first meeting, but everything seemed to go wrong that day and when he arrived at a hotel, you were already waiting for him at the bar. He showered you with apologies for being late but you assured him that it was ok. He felt the flames of desire, when he took you all in. Your black dress was hugging your body perfectly and he couldnât wait to take it off you.
You had already got a room for them so Joel followed you to the elevator. He had never been that nervous in his life. You must have noticed it, so you took his hand and gave him a warm smile.
âIâm so glad weâre doing this, Joel.â
âNever done this before,â he admitted when the elevator doors opened and you walked to the room.
âItâs ok, Joel. Iâm sure weâre going to have a great time,â you said, smiling to him, and opened the door.
When Joel stepped inside, he saw a typical hotel room with one big bed. You turned to him and asked,
âBefore we start, do you have any questions or suggestions about what you want us to do?â
Joel swallowed loudly.
âI want â, he scratched the back of his neck and continued, âjust the usual, I guess.â
âThe usual?â you repeated with a little smirk.
âYeah, just sex.â
You pouted your lips in thought, then smiled with mischief in your gaze and slowly came up to him.
His breath hitched when your behavior changed in front of his eyes, like a little kitten turned into a panther in a matter of seconds. You looked the same but there was an allure in your every move, each glance was magnetic, as if you were calling for him to touch you, fuck you. You were irresistible. Your body was inches away from him, your perfume subtle but enticing, enveloping him, and you purred,
âI donât think we want it to be âjustâ sex, Joel. How about we make it special.â
Your tongue caressed your lower lip and he slowly leaned down. You swiftly swerved him and instead of tasting your lips, he nuzzled your cheek.
âIâm sorry, Joelâ I donât kiss on the lips during sessions.â
âOh fuck, sorry.â Joel felt really bad and explained, âI got carried away... Iâve read the rules you sent me⊠I remember no kissing part, like in âPretty Womanâ,â Joel chuckled, rubbing his scruffy cheek in a nervous gesture.
You giggled, too, probably trying to make him feel more comfortable, âYes, just like in âPretty Woman.â
Without noticing it, he tried to memorize the sound of your laugh, how pretty it was. You slightly pulled away from him and tilted your head.
âHow about I take the lead at first and then weâll see how it goes?â
Joel nodded. He wanted to take your dress off, carry you to the bed and fuck you till you screamed his name. But he was afraid to do something wrong, heâd never been in that type of situation. You took his hand and gently caressed it, your fingers dancing over his hardened skin. Then he watched you bring it to your red lips and kiss his palm. You glanced up at him with your big beautiful eyes, not taking his hand away and his whole body reacted to your gentle touch. He was getting hard.
You led Joel to the bed, your fingers intertwined with his, and gently pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down. You slowly took your dress off and he tried not to start drooling like a cartoon wolf, seeing you in front of him in a black lacy set.
You stood between his spread thighs and bent over to tug at the hem of his dark tee. He helped you to take it off and when you kneeled in front of him, he almost moaned. Your beautiful face was so close, he wanted to kiss you so much but he couldnât and heâd never do anything you didnât want.
You unbuckled his belt and softly asked him to take his jeans off.
Soon Joel was sitting there in his boxer briefs with you on your knees between his spread thighs.
"You're so hot, Joel," you whispered, as your dark gaze slid over the expense of his broad shoulders and chest, and your nails slightly scratched his muscular thighs.
He breathed out a laugh, shaking his head. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you look, wearing your lingerie and your high heel shoes, how much he'd been thinking about you since the day you'd met but his mouth was dry and he felt himself like a teenage boy who was trying to compliment a hot girl.
You weren't aware of his inner torment. As always calm and confident, you leaned closer to his torso and kissed a spot on his chest, right over his heart. Joel took a sharp breath and shut his eyes for a second, trying to calm down. He couldn't believe what just a gentle chest kiss from you was doing to him, but he was already painfully hard.
Your lips glided lower and you started leaving open mouth kisses, tracing a path down to the bulge in his boxers, and he opened his thighs wider to give you more space. When your face was close to his clothed cock, you rested your head on his left thigh and looked up at him.
âFuck,â Joel cursed and growled at the sight of you so close to his already throbbing manhood. You were so pretty, so obedient but even on your knees he felt that you controlled the situation.
âJoel?â
âYes, baby?â
You smiled hearing the pet name and asked,
âCan I take you in my mouth?â
His cock visibly twitched when he heard your soft voice and the words you uttered.
âIf you want.â
You bit your lower lip and asked, rubbing your cheek on his hairy thigh.
âI do but would you like me to?â
Joel nodded eagerly, maybe too eagerly but he didnât care. He wanted you so much.
With a content smile, you sat up straight and shifted on your knees, getting comfortable. Then you pulled at the waistband of his boxers and in a second they were on the floor and his cock was bobbing in front of your face. Your breath visibly hitched and you glanced up at him.
âYou have a gorgeous cock, Joel Miller,â you whispered and he wanted to kiss you again, hearing the praise. But instead he brought his hand to your face and cupped your cheek. You purred into his touch but parted from his palm in a second when you lowered your face and kitten-licked the fat tip of his cock. Joel sighed and bucked his hips already impatient for more. You didnât make him wait long.
Your lips soon welcomed his cock between them as you started taking him deeper, covering his length with your warm saliva as your hand was firmly wrapped around his girthy base.
Joel moaned loudly at the sensation, he didnât care what sounds he was making, completely lost in the pleasure your soft lips and skilful tongue were giving him.
Your mouth was slowly caressing his cock as your curved up lips were sliding over his sensitive skin and your tongue danced around the fat head, now and then stroking the leaking slit. There was so much precum, he saw you swallow it again and again. Your hand was gently massaging his balls and his big palm was lying on your head, not pushing, just showing you how much he needed you at that moment. Joel was in heaven.
Soon you took all of him and your throat contracting around his length was the last straw. He was dangerously close to coming and painting your mouth creamy white. But he had other plans for you.
âShit, baby,â he cupped your cheek and gently pulled you off his ready-to-explode cock, âyouâre too fucking good at it. I wonât last. And I wanna..â
He lost his words as you were looking at him with sparkling eyes, full of understanding and warmth.
âOf course, Joel.â You slowly got up on your feet and took off your high heels. Then you padded to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Joel saw a few toys lying there and his heart started to beat faster when he imagined using them on you. Maybe he could suggest it, he mused inwardly, but when you started sliding your panties and bra off your body, he lost his train of thought.
Now completely naked you came up to him and placed your hands on his broad shoulders. Then you planted your knees on each side of him and got on his lap.
âYouâre beautiful,â Joel said in a low voice as his hands found your hips and he rubbed your skin with his calloused thumbs.
You thanked him, smiling, and opened the package with your teeth. You brought the condom to his hard cock, slid it on and then got up on your knees, your pussy hovering over Joelâs tip.
You searched for his eyes and as soon as your eyes locked, you started sinking on his thick length.
Joel watched pleasure twisting your face while his cock was slowly parting your insides. He moaned at the sensation of your wet warm pussy welcoming him, grasped your hips tightly and when you took all of him, your ass was flush with his balls, you both loudly sighed.
âYou feel so good, baby. So warm and tight.â
âThank you, Joel. Your cock is so fucking big.â
He took a sharp breath, hearing you curse, and at the back of his mind he wondered if you said it to every client but he drove the thought away. He needed you too much.
Your breasts were right in front of his face and he asked, looking up at you, as if you were a goddess he was praying to.
âIs it ok if I kiss your body?â
âYes, Joel, please. You can do anything to me.â
âJust not kiss your beautiful lips?â
âJoel,â you whined and he felt you clench around his hard cock.
He scolded himself for those words as soon as they left his stupid mouth. It was the thing you kept for yourself, he understood and accepted it but his desire drove him insatiable.
âIâm sorry, baby, I know itâs a rule. I understand it. Itâs jusâ my brain doesnât work properly, all the blood is down there.â
âOh, right,â you softly giggled, âLet me shut you up then.â
You lifted your hips, making his cock almost leave the heaven of your cunt, but when the tip was close to slipping out, you sank back down on his manhood inch by inch, gliding your hands over his broad chest.
Joelâs mouth got slack and you both moaned at the ecstatic sensation of him, filling you up again.
With a groan Joel swiftly put his mouth on your breast and you whimpered when he swirled his tongue around your perky nipple. While he was gently sucking and licking your tits, you were languidly riding him, as soft whimpers were leaving your half parted mouth. At one point you nuzzled his forehead and your hot breath on his lips let him imagine you kiss him. His fingers dug into your hips but just for a second. Afraid to hurt you he glided them over your back and arms. He raised his lips to your neck and kissed your skin there.
Joel knew that he was getting close. His hand slithered to your pussy and he slipped his thumb between your folds. He found your clit hardened and throbbing for attention. He began stroking it slowly and you reacted immediately with the sweetest sound heâd ever heard.
âJoel,â you breathed out and he clenched his jaw, trying not to explode right then and there.
âWant you to come on my cock, baby.â
You stopped bouncing on his member and he saw you furrow your brows in concentration.
He made his thumb dance faster over your bud and soon your pussy was pulsating around his cock. Your contracting walls sent him over the edge and he started coming, filling up the condom inside you. Oh, how he wished to paint your walls with his creamy load but rules are rules.
As you both started descending from your highs, panting heavily, Joel held you in his big arms and you rested on his broad chest. You were breathing into the crease between his neck and shoulder and at one point he thought youâd fallen asleep.
But the next second you sat up straight on his lap with a satisfied smile. You gently kissed his scruffy cheek and he tried not to purr like a happy cat.
You cuddled a little bit more but soon his time was over.
âCan I see you again?â He asked when you got out of the bed.
âIâd love to, Joel,â you replied, putting on your underwear, âText me when you have a day in mind.â
You looked like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. You put on your clothes, kissed his cheek again and left.
After the first time with you Joel knew immediately it wasnât the last. The need to have you, to be with you again squeezed his heart as soon as that hotel door closed behind you. But he wasnât rich. He couldnât spend all his money on you. So he started saving up here and there, anything he could, without damaging the level of life of his daughter.
He texted you as soon as he had enough to pay you and you told him that your regulars got a discount which was a nice surprise for him.
Joel invited you to his place. Sarah was at a sleepover and he had the house for himself for a night. He needed just a couple of hours, no way he could afford a whole night with you.
When you arrived at his place, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, his mouth immediately started watering. He tried to be a gentleman and a good host and gave you a tour of the house, but when you stepped into his bedroom, all his decency came crashing down. Soon your jeans were discarded on the floor while his head was between your trembling thighs. Joel was licking up your juices straight from the source, grunting into your wet cunt and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole. He was fully clothed, grinding his hard cock against the bed and staining his gray sweatpants.
You were singing for him so beautifully when he began plunging his thick fingers in and out of your heat while his mouth was gently sucking on your throbbing clit. Your back was arched and your hands were clutching his dark curls. He curled his fingers, pushing on that soft spot inside your creaming pussy once, twice and you came, crying out his name, while your walls were fluttering around his digits.
When he parted from your puffy glistening cunt, he saw tears in your hazy eyes. Joel was happy he still got it but what filled his chest with pride was that he made you cry and writhe with ecstasy.
"I'm here, baby. You did so good for me," Joel praised you, climbing up the bed and taking you in his arms. You were trying to catch your breath and he gave you a respite, manhandling you so your head would be resting on his broad shoulder.
"Thank you, Joel, you didn't have to," you mumbled.
"Have to? Sweetheart, it was my pleasure."
He heard your giggle, followed by a content sigh. His hard cock was tenting his gray sweatpants but he didn't care. He was happy to hold you, breathe in the fruity scent of your hair, and when a few minutes later he saw you peacefully sleeping in his embrace, his heart almost burst with affection. He closed his eyes for a second and drifted off too.
Joel woke up in the middle of the night when he felt you move in your sleep. He must have woken you up as you started to shuffle next to him and then sat up straight.
âFuck! I fell asleep?â You asked, eyes widened, covering your naked thighs with a bedspread.
âYeah, me too.â
âIâm so sorry, Joel. Itâs never happened before. Oh my god, itâs so unprofessional.â
He hastily sat up next to you, taking your hands in his.
âHey, no. Itâs ok. I loved sleeping with youâ next to you.â
He smiled, leaning closer to you and rubbing your hands with his thumbs, trying to reassure you and it seemed to work because you gave him an apologetic smile but he felt you relax a little.
âI wonât take any money from you today.â
âNo, you spent so much time with me. I owe you even more.â
âJoel, you ate me out, made me come, and then I fell asleep. I definitely donât deserve to get paid,â you giggled. âThe way I see it I owe you now.â
âIâll think about the career change,â Joel chuckled and at the same time he felt his cock get harder when you talked about the oral. The arousal he had felt before falling asleep came back with a renewed force and swept him away.
He wasnât smiling anymore, his gaze slid up and down your body and the air in the room got heavier.
âWhat did you like the most?â he asked as his eyes darkened.
Your breath hitched and even in the dim light of the room he saw your pupils dilate. You dropped your gaze for a second and when you raised your eyes, they were filled with need and desire.
âI loved how much you enjoyed it. How good you were. It felt amazing when your mouth was on my clit. When you were sucking it,â you bit your lip almost shyly and your words went straight to his cock.
You whispered, âShould I go orâŠ?â
âI wanna fuck you,â Joel interrupted you, palming his stiffening bulge, and you quickly nodded before throwing away the bedspread and taking off your top. Your tits bounced as you straddled him and he wrapped his big arms around your naked body.
Joel let you take off his shirt and when your lips latched onto his neck he held you closer and flipped you on the bed, covering you with his body.
You gasped at the fast shift but then moaned when Joel pulled his cock out of his sweatpants.
It was already hard as a rock and wet with precum under his fingers. He gave it a few pumps to spread it over his heated skin.
âShit, condoms.â
He hastily reached to grab a pack from the nightstand. He opened one, while your fingers were caressing him, dancing over his torso and arms. As soon as the protection was on, you pulled him closer and he pushed his length into you without any warning. He had already stretched you with his tongue and fingers so his tip easily slipped into your crying hole.
âOh, yeah, baby,â Joel breathed out and started rolling his hips. His lips were caressing every spot he could reach and you were kissing his shoulders and neck.
Without pausing he braced his hands on the bed, hovering over you, his dark gaze locked with yours. He wanted to memorize every lip bite, every twitch of your brows when his cock was sliding in and out your needy cunt. You were so wet for him, he felt your juices on his balls and inner thighs and he closed his eyes trying not to come too soon.
âLook at me, Joel,â you purred and he immediately did what you asked. Your gaze slid from his dark eyes to his lips and it took everything from him not to kiss you right now.
He leaned down and instead gently kissed your heated cheek, leaving a wet spot on your soft skin. With a whimper you wrapped your legs around his waist and started grinding your hips, chasing your orgasm by rubbing your little clit against his pubic bone.
âDo ya wanna come, sweetheart?
âOnly if you want me to, Joel,â you breathed out and he furrowed his brows, reminded of the nature of your relationship.
â âcourse I do.â
With that he pulled away from you and sat up on his knees between your sweaty thighs. âLet meâŠ,â he pulled out and you whined.
âOh, baby, so impatient.â
You bit your lip with a sly smile but Joel quickly wiped it off your face when he took the condom off and asked,
âCan I slap your pretty pussy with my cock, sweetheart?â He gripped his cock at the base, squeezing it a little to postpone his climax and when you whispered a sultry âyesâ he slapped your clit with the tip of his throbbing length.
âOh my god, Joel!â you cried out with a jerk, looking up at him with your brows pulled together and eyes rolling back.
âYou like it?â He asked and when you nodded he started slapping your pulsating bud with his cock again and again until he saw some slick, seeping out of your clenching hole. He rubbed his red tip against it, coating his manhood with your juices, and began grinding it between your folds. His tip was bumping into your clit rhythmically and your taut muscles told him that you were close to your climax.
âCome for me, baby, please,â he asked softly and slapped your clit one more time. A jolt of pleasure made you shut your eyes and a loud moan escaped your lips. Wanting to prolong your orgasm and chasing his, Joel pressed his tip to your clit with his hand and started thrusting his cock, rubbing your twitching clit and at the same time massaging his whole length against your soft pussy and his own palm.
The overwhelming sensation, your sweet sounds and the sight of you coming in his bed made him explode and he began spurting creamy ropes of cum on your belly and sternum. He growled when a few drops landed on your bouncing breasts.
When you both stilled and the ecstasy started dissipating he sat down on his heels and watched you for a few seconds.
Joel wanted to remember that image- you, beautiful and satisfied, eyes shut, chest and belly heaving, was splayed on his bed, body glistening with sweat and cum. The happiness soon mixed with regret and the feeling of longing for more, wishing you were really truly his tightened his chest. But the reality was cruel. You didnât need a single father in your life, you were free and your whole life was ahead of you.
Your curious gaze interrupted his thoughts.
âWhat are you thinking about, Joel?â You asked with a warm smile.
âI'm thinking my bed has never looked better than now.â
Your smile turned into a grin and you started to sit up but Joel stopped you with a raised hand.
âLet me clean you up, sweetheart.â
He went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and then gently wiped away his cum off your skin.
Before you left, he hugged you, breathing in the scent of your hair one more time and you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
You kept seeing each other for another month. Joel preferred his place to hotels and whenever he had the house for himself and got enough spare money, he would text you. In his own home it was easier to imagine you as his girlfriend, or even wife. He knew that it wasnât healthy and he was getting a little delusional but it made him happy to think that you were his. If only in his dreams.
Sometimes Joel would literally dream about you. Heâd wake up hard, yearning for your touch, your lips on his body, your gentle fingers running through his hair. It was easy to imagine you there with him. His hand would pump his needy cock and the image of you behind his eyelids was enough to make him come, groaning into his pillow.
As time passed Joel got more confident in expressing his desires. The possibilities were endless and you always looked excited whenever he suggested trying something new.
Like the time your eyes glinted with mischief when he asked if he could edge you the next time. Just the idea of making you beg for a climax made him rock hard. So during your next session he had you tied to his bed, as you were whimpering and pleading for a release, a vibrator in his hand pressed to your puffy clit. Though he caved in quite fast and finished you off with his thick fingers massaging your core, his teasing made you squirt and Joel lapped it all up with the wildest eyes and an aching cock. You returned the favor by drinking him till the last drop after he shoved his cock down your throat keeping you in place with his hands clutching your hair.
He loved experimenting with you, loved being rougher. But more often he craved making love to you, wanted you softly purring under his big body, as his cock was buried deep inside your heat, your pussy fluttering around him. He still couldnât kiss you but your neck, your breasts, your cheeks were enough for him. Yet he couldnât deny itâ he was down bad for you.
âWhat is it, baby?â Joel asked you, pulling away from your neck that he was peppering with open mouth kisses a moment ago.
You were sitting on his lap, wearing a pretty summer dress and his only thought was to tear it off you but when his hands started roaming your body, you jerked and sniffed.
âNothing. Everythingâs ok, Joel,â you replied softly and nuzzled his neck. He knew something was wrong and you were hiding your pretty face. During the time he had known you, he learnt to read your body language and even feel your mood. So Joel stopped his ministrations immediately and kissed the top of your head.
âYou can tell me, sweetheart. If you want.â
For a few minutes, he was holding you in his arms, rubbing your forearm with his thumb. Finally you took a deep breath, not raising your head off his shoulder, and opened up.
âI had a session with a new client yesterday. It was horrible.â
As soon as he heard your soft voice, saying that, his insides burned.
âWho? What did he do to you?â
He took your chin between his fingers and tilted your head up to face him.
When he saw tears in your eyes, he immediately wanted to rip that asshole apart. But your expression told him that you needed him to be gentle, to be there with you and he wanted to give you that.
âHe was really degrading. Clients want it sometimes but it hadnât been discussed and the things he saidâ made me feel like a cheap hooker. He didnât hurt me though,â you added hastily but Joel saw that he had. Not physically but that fucker had made you really upset.
âI should talk some sense into the asshole. Can you give me his name?â
âNo, no,â you were shaking your head, âI canât. Itâs all confidential. Iâll get over it and wonât see him again of course.â
You took a deep breath before mumbling,
âIâm sorry for ruining the mood.â
Then you reached for his belt buckle but Joelâs hand stopped you and he placed your hands between his big palms.
âNo, youâre not in the mood. Itâs ok. Can we just cuddle?
âButâ I will be in a second. Iâm professional, Joel.â You shot him almost a fiery glance and pouted your lips.
âHey, baby, your client hereâ,â Joel pointed a thumb at himself with raised eyebrows and a sly smile, âwants to role play a big spoon tonight. Can we do that?â
âYouâre so kinkyâ, you said with a giggle and lay down on the bed. In a second he was holding you, his chest pressed to your back, his strong arms embracing you, giving you comfort.
He was semi hard and surely you noticed it. He felt the warmth of your skin through the thin material of your dress and it drove him insane but the way you flinched at his touch, your tears, your shaky voice told him you wanted him to just hold you. For the second time you fell asleep in his arms and he woke you up with a kiss on your soft cheek the next morning.
Another month passed. As weird as it might have sounded, you became a huge part of his life. He knew every crevice, every curve of your body, knew every hope and dream. He kissed every spot on you, except for your beautiful lips. He tasted them a million times in his imagination but with time it stopped being enough. So he decided to invite you to celebrate his birthday with his family and the closest friends and finally ask you out on a real date.
Joel was nervous when you stepped into his house that day. Tommy raised his eyebrows, surprised to see you there, but fortunately didnât ask or say anything. You seemed anxious as well at first, but after introducing you to everyone, Joel was happy to notice you chatting with the other guests, giggling with Sarah about something and when his daughter pulled you upstairs to show you her drawings, warmth spread in his chest. He was glad and relieved that you two got along. He wasnât looking for a mother for his child, he would never ask you to take such a responsibility, but it was important to him that you two could be friends.
Just before dessert you asked him if you could talk privately. Tommy gave Joel a wink, lips twisted in a smirk, when you two headed upstairs, and the older brother just rolled his eyes.
When you stepped into Joelâs bedroom, his cock twitched in his jeans. It was a Pavlovian reflex at this point. He was used to seeing you there naked, your gorgeous body wriggling in his bed, whimpers and moans escaping your mouth.
But Joel told himself to calm down when you came up to him with a serious expression on your pretty face.
âJoelâŠ,â you started and dropped your eyes, fumbling with your fingers.
âYes, baby?â His heart started pounding in his chest. Always calm and self assured you seemed really nervous and the change scared him. What if you decided to break off whatever weird relationship you two had, what ifâŠ
You interrupted his thoughts when you raised your face to him and a little shy smile tugged at your lips.
âI want to give you your birthday present.â
He opened his mouth to say that you hadnât have to do it, seeing you there was enough but he paused when you inched closer, your big sparkling eyes staring right into his soul. Then your gaze slid down to his lips and Joel seemed to stop breathing. He felt your palms on his forearms and then you slightly pressed your lips to his. They were barely there at first, hesitant, waiting for him to react.
He had been imagining that moment, dreaming of it for so long, so his hands immediately flew to your waist and he pressed his body closer to yours, welcoming your kiss with his whole being.
Joelâs lips started moving against yours, gently and slowly as if he was afraid to scare you away, to ruin the moment. But when he heard you sigh happily against him and your body relaxed into his, Joel wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. He wished that moment to last forever, wanted to never have to let you go.
His tongue brushed your lower lip, asking for permission to breach the last divide between you two, and you graced him by opening your mouth and letting him taste you fully. His tongue was caressing yours while his hands were gliding over your back. Then Joel gently cupped your cheek and tilted his head to give you the best kiss he could. You were so sweet and soft, so warm and lovely on his tongue and he didnât care that you could probably feel his cock swell against your belly. Your ability to make him hard in seconds was not a secret to the both of you and he bucked his hips against your body with a soft groan.
Joel felt your smile on his lips and playfully squeezed your ass cheeks.
You giggled, your mouth parting from his.
âHappy birthday, Joel,â you whispered, putting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling his neck.
âThank you for the best birthday present, baby.â
Joel kissed your forehead and you fluttered your eyes shut with a happy smile.
âSweetheart?â he called.
âYes.â
âWill you have dinner with me?â
You lifted your head and your eyes locked.
âLikeâ on a date?â
âYes.â
Your lips twisted into the widest grin heâd seen on you and you nodded.
âReally?â he asked, making sure that he was really that lucky, âFuck, I know Iâm not a catch. My life is chaotic and Iâm a single dad andâŠâ
âShh,â you placed your finger on his lips and said softly, âIâd love to date you, Joel Miller.â
Joel beamed at you and embraced you in a tight hug.
âI quit escort,â you murmured against his chest and Joel furrowed his brows.
âIs it because of me? Sweetheart, Iâd never ask you to quit your job. If you like it I wonât âŠâ
âI donât. I donât like it anymore. After that guy I realized I wanna do something else.â
âOk. Whatever you decide, baby,â he said and then added with a little smile, âI can still pay you though.â
You laughed at him and playfully punched his shoulder. âShut up, Joel.â
He took your face between his big palms, marveling at your beautiful face, and whispered, âYou know how to shut me up, baby.â
You smiled and pressed your lips to his.
Joel opened his eyes to see the early morning sun peeking through the blinds and your face twisted in pleasure just before his. He soon realized that your wet warm pussy was wrapped around his hard cock and you were slowly grinding against him, lying on your side, face to face, your leg thrown over his waist.
He moaned at the sudden pleasure and you noticed that he was up.
âIâm sorry for waking you up, honey. I justâ I wanted you so much I couldnât stop myself.â
You were breathing heavily and he wrapped his arms around your naked body and began rolling his hips, helping you to reach your high and chasing his.
âNever apologize for this, baby. I woke up in heaven thanks to you.â
You smiled and kissed him while his hand slithered between your slightly sweaty bodies and he slid his thumb between your folds to stroke your hardened clit. He was swallowing your moans and tried to get his own ecstatic growling under control, not wishing to wake up Sarah.
Soon you both exploded in each otherâs arms and Joel flooded your pussy with his warm cum while you were writhing and trembling with euphoria against him.
When your climax subsided, you rested your head on his shoulder. He was drawing patterns on your back until you lifted your head to give him one more kiss.
âSarah wanted pancakes for breakfast. Iâm gonna go make some batter,â you said, getting out of bed and putting on your robe.
âIâll help you. Be up in a minute.â
You smiled at him and bent over to give him a peck on the cheek but he swiftly pulled you back into his embrace, searching for your lips. You giggled and soon melted into his arms, while he was kissing you, passion and love in every stroke of his lips and tongue.
You were his, fully and completely, and all the fears evaporated when he realized that you were the final puzzle piece, missing from his life. He would do anything to make you happy.
âI love you,â Joel whispered against your lips.
âI love you too,â you murmured back.
Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic, it motivates me to write more stories for you, lovelies!â€ïž
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ANIMAL INSTINCT
PAIRING: logan howlett x vampire mutant!female reader
RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT: 2.3k
SUMMARY:
after helping you out by letting you feed from him, logan asks you to return the favor.
part two of bloodthirsty
AUTHORâS NOTE:
thank you for all the love on bloodthirsty! hereâs a nice and smutty second part. big thank you to @guiltyasdave for reading this over for me đ
TAGS/WARNINGS:
explicit sexual content (18+ mdni), x-men (2000) logan howlett, able bodied reader, vampire mutant!reader, no use of y/n, single POV - reader, primal play (chase/capture), gratuitous use of growling/roaring, light fighting, mentions of blood, biting, rough sex, semi-public sex (in the woods), oral - f receiving, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk, blade play (the claws come out).
Logan finds you in an empty hallway one afternoon, about two weeks after your encounter in the kitchen. You made the mistake of making eye contact, leaving you unable to turn and pretend you didn't see him like you've been doing since that night.Â
"You avoiding me or something?" he says, hint of a smile on his lips.Â
"No," you reply quickly. "What makes you think that?"
"Haven't seen you around much lately."
"Just busy."
"Right." He looks away for a moment, hands on his hips. "Look, I got a proposition for you."
"I don't--"
"I got this issue--," he continues, ignoring your response "--where it gets to be too much, you know? And I helped you out so--"
"What are you talking about?" you interrupt.
His voice drops a bit lower. "We're predators, right? And I don't know about you but sometimes my prey drive can be...too much, if you catch my drift."
"Okay..."
"And I got two words for you - quid pro quo."
You blink at him. "Logan, that's three words."
"I thought pro quo was one word."
"Why would you think that?"
"We're getting off topic," he says, waving his hands. âThink you can help a guy out?"
"Help you...how, exactly?"
You agree to meet Logan at the edge of the dense forest that surrounds the X Mansion at nightfall and as you walk through the grounds blanketed in darkness, your senses begin to feel more alive. Anticipation courses through you and the further you venture from the mansion, the darker the night becomes.
Logan is already there when you arrive, tension rolling off of him in waves. He gives you a tight smile.
"Took you long enough," he says. You roll your eyes.
"I'm still here, aren't I?" You gesture to the forest. "So, what now?"
"You run," Logan replies. "I hunt."
The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. What he's asking for goes against your nature but some deep part of you is eager to please.Â
You take off through the trees, running as fast as your legs will carry you across the soft forest floor. With your enhanced speed, it's not long before you're miles from the manicured mansion grounds, surrounded by gnarled roots and a thick canopy of leaves that blocks nearly all light from the moon.
You slow to a stop, catching your breath. The snap of a branch is the only warning you get before Logan's heavy weight barrels into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground with him coming out on top, smiling down at you, a wild glint to his eyes.
"Gotta do better than that, bub," he says. He stands up, holding a hand out to help you to your feet. "I'll give you a head start this time."
"I don't need a head start," you grumble. "I'm faster than you."
He laughs. "We'll see about that."
You start running, his laughter ringing in your ears. Your path is less direct this time, weaving through the trees and doubling back to leave your scent in more places and crossing a small creek with the hopes that the running water helps to cover your tracks. You grow comfortable enough in your lead that you begin to slow down, keeping yourself attuned to the sounds of the forest and any changes that might indicate Logan has found you.
The trees break into a vast clearing, tall grass swaying in the breeze. Moonlight trickles past the branches, stripes of faint light illuminating the floor. You take a moment to appreciate the tranquility of it, but the calm is short lived when you catch movement at the corner of your eye.
Logan steps through the trees. He's removed his shirt, thick muscle glimmering with sweat, his chest heaving with labored breath. Your mouth goes dry at the sight and for a moment you really do understand what it's like to be prey, faced with something so deadly it's almost hypnotizing, impossible to look away even when youâre in danger. He stalks closer and you feel frozen in place, unable to move a muscle.
"Found you," he growls.Â
Your survival instinct kicks into gear and you attempt to run away, sprinting across the glade with renewed vigor. If you can make it back into the forest you know you could shake him loose again, but staying in the clearing makes you a clear target.Â
Logan roars, the sound loud enough to shake the branches of nearby trees. You risk a glance over your shoulder and are met with the sight of the man on all fours, running towards you with single minded determination. He rapidly closes the distance with impressive speed, wrapping his arms around you and taking you down to the ground for the second time that night.
You grapple with him, landing a kick to his chest that gives you the chance to crawl out from beneath him. He reaches a hand out for your ankle and drags you back toward him, using his weight to hold you in place. You wiggle an arm free and strike at his face, though he dodges and your fingernails scrape against his neck, leaving red gashes in their wake that heal in the blink of an eye. He pins your arm to the ground above your head.
"No more runninâ,â he says, a command that shoots straight to your core. You know heâs not talking about just tonight, but rather how youâve been avoiding him.Â
But how were you supposed to face him when the only thoughts you had of him since then were about how sweet he tasted, how good he felt, how much you wanted more, more, more that you couldnât possibly ask him to give?
Your inner turmoil is lost when his lips slam against yours in a kiss thatâs hot and hungry, stealing your breath with its ferociousness. His teeth sink into your bottom lip and you gasp at the sharp sting of pain that lights up your nerves. Thereâs nothing gentle about it, but youâre not gentle creatures and the beasts that pace and snarl beneath your ribcage have finally broken free.
Logan breaks the kiss to stare down at you with wild eyes. Blood, your blood, stains his lips and his tongue darts out to lick it away with a satisfied hum. He leans in close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, mouth open against your skin with the threat of sharp teeth over your racing pulse.
âCanât hide it,â he says. âNot when I can smell it on you, sweetheart.â
âSmell what?âÂ
âHow much you want it.â He nips at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss. âHow much you want me.â
Heavy hands find the hem of your shirt, shoving it up your chest until itâs bunched beneath your armpits. He pulls down your bra to expose your breasts and your nipples tighten at the sudden burst of cold air against your skin but his mouth is on you in an instant, warm tongue tracing the taut buds. Your back arches at the sensation and you dig your fingers into his thick hair, pulling at the strands. He hums with pleasure as he switches to your other breast, giving it the same maddening attention.
His palm slides down your belly, fingers dipping beneath the elastic of your leggings and finding your needy center, swirling through the mess youâve already made in your underwear. You can feel the smug grin on Loganâs face before he even lifts his head to look at you.
âThatâs what I thought.â He withdraws his hand, holding it up to his face. In the moonlight you catch a glimpse of the strands of slick stretching between his index and middle finger before he sticks them in his mouth with a groan, licking them clean. âFuck, you taste better than I imagined.â
The metallic sound of his claws unsheathing reaches your ears and your pulse jumps as he drags the blunt side of a single blade up the inside of your thigh. The tip catches on the fabric covering your pussy and with one quick move of his wrist he slices through your pants. His claw disappears and he reaches down with both hands to tear the fabric further.
Logan settles on his belly with his head between your thighs, your legs propped up on his broad shoulders. He kisses your pussy over the soaked fabric of your underwear but
spares you any further teasing, grabbing your panties in a tight fist and pulling roughly until the elastic snaps against your skin and he holds the torn fabric in his fist. He tosses them aside and buries his face in your cunt, devouring you like a man on a mission. His tongue alternates circling your sensitive clit and dipping into your dripping entrance, expertly tracing every inch of you. Youâre so lost to the pleasure that you donât notice him getting to his knees until heâs lifting your hips, hands gripping your ass tightly to keep your lower body suspended in the air and his mouth sealed to your cunt.
âFuck!â you cry out, muscles growing tense as your orgasm builds. It hits you like a tidal wave, coursing through your veins as you shout his name like a prayer. His hold remains tight as he works you through it until you grow boneless in the aftermath.
He lowers you slowly back to the ground and you fight to catch your breath while he quickly removes his belt and shoves his jeans down enough to free his cock. You watch him take himself in hand, a brief slide of his fist over his impressive length before he runs the glistening head through your sensitive folds, bumping your clit and making you shiver.
Loganâs gaze remains fixed to yours as he presses forward, breaching your tight entrance. Your body accepts him greedily, the slight sting and stretch barely a thought when all you can focus on is how full he makes you feel.
His lips find yours for a messy kiss while he begins to thrust, a slow drag of his cock from your body followed by a sharp snap of his hips that punches the air from your lungs. You cling to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. The scent of his blood invades your senses and your teeth begin to ache at the memory of his taste.Â
Your teeth catch on his lip and he hisses but doesnât pull away. Copper blooms across your taste buds and you canât help the desperate moan that escapes into the kiss.
âCome on, baby,â Logan says. âTake a bite.â
You rest a palm on the back of his head, urging him closer, lifting your head and kissing his neck, licking the salty taste of him from over his fluttering pulse. You open your mouth, sinking your teeth into skin and muscle and vein until warm blood spills into your mouth. The combination of his blood on your tongue and his cock spreading you open sends you over the edge.
Above you, Logan growls, a deep rumble you can feel down to your marrow, some ancient part of you preening with excitement. He holds himself still as you clench around him. Your orgasm slowly subsides and you find the strength to unclench your tense jaw from his neck, gently licking at the blood that spills from the deep impressions of your teeth.
Logan sits up, cock slipping from your body and leaving you achingly empty. His hands grip your hips, forcefully turning your lax body over and hiking your ass into the air. He spreads your cheeks and the vulnerable position has your whole body growing hot.
âHope you didnât think we were done,â he tells you as he positions himself behind you, thrusting his length back into your body and setting a brutal pace that has you crying out into the night.Â
One hand holds your hip with bruising force while the other settles on your shoulder, pulling you into every delicious snap of his hips. Your mind goes blissfully blank with the overwhelming pleasure building up inside of you for the third time.
He folds forward, his chest pressed to your back and his pace growing sloppy as he nears his own release. A hand curls around yours, a moment of intimacy that leaves you reeling.
Logan roars, hips slamming into a final time, dragging your last orgasm from you as his cock pulses with his release inside of you. A sharp pain on your hip makes you gasp and you notice his claws have extended from the hand wrapped around yours, sinking into the dirt.
âShit,â he pants, sitting up after a moment. The loss of his heat makes you shiver. âI nicked you.â
You slowly move yourself into a seated position, muscles feeling like jelly, and inspect the area that the pain came from. Your leggings have a new slice in the fabric and the material is sticky with blood but to your surprise, thereâs no wound to be found.
âYou heal that quick?â Logan asks. You shake your head.
âNot usually.â You run your fingers over smooth skin. âMust have been your blood.â
âYou think so?â
You shrug. âJust a guess. Never fed from someone with advanced healing factor.â
âYou sayinâ Iâm your first?â he asks with a smirk. You canât help the laugh that escapes and his smirk stretches into a grin. Logan stands, fixing his pants and holding a hand out to help you up.Â
âHow am I supposed to get back into the mansion like this?â you ask, gesturing to your destroyed leggings.Â
âGuess I didnât think that through,â he admits. âGive me a few minutes and I can be back with some new clothes.â
âHow are you going to get into my room?â
He turns to look at you, continuing to walk backwards.
âIâm a man of many talents.â
With a wink, he disappears through the trees. You sigh.
What have you gotten yourself into?
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I know youâre asking for Spencer fics⊠While I adore single dad!Spencer⊠How about some single mom!reader and Spencer? đ
You and your daughter work your way into Spencerâs life one chess game at a time. fem, 1.3k
It all starts with, âHello.âÂ
Spencer looks up, and he finds any word he couldâve said dead on his tongue. You smile at him oddly gentle, and he assumes heâs got something on his face your afraid to point out.
âHi,â you say, unperturbed by his lack of response. You keep your head ducked but seem friendly enough as you lick your lips. âI donât know if youâre busy, but I was wondering if youâd play chess with my daughter. You donât have to say yes, but sheâs really polite and she wonât cheat, and she really wants to say hi.âÂ
Spencer looks behind you, where your daughter stands a ways away pretending not to watch. She could only be three of your years old âif she can play chess, sheâs a prodigy. She has on stripy tights and a dress, a vinyl coat open over the top, her hands wringing together.Â
âOkay,â Spencer says.Â
Your smile is even nicer, then. Relief and thankfulness aimed fully at him. âThank you.âÂ
You meander back to your daughter and bend down to whisper instructions too quiet for Spencer to hear. Shy, your daughter shimmies forward, then walks proper steps when you encourage her with your hand behind her shoulder. âItâs okay,â you whisper, âletâs say hi.âÂ
The chess boards are built into the tables at the park. Spencer sits on one stone stool, and your daughter makes herself comfortable on the opposite one. You kneel beside her without worry, knees on the dirty floor.Â
âHi,â your daughter says. She has a high voice, reedy, like she needs a drink.Â
You rub her arm.Â
âHello,â Spencer says. âHave you played before?âÂ
âMe and mom play.âÂ
âSo you know the rules?âÂ
âSome,â she says.Â
Spencerâs only human. He does think about the horror of being trapped opposite of a toddler for the next half an hour bumbling through the steps, but itâs not as though he has other things to do, and, really, he loves people. Heâs scared of talking, thatâs all.Â
âWe play a lot on my phone, where it tells her what moves she can and canât do,â you say. âBut itâs okay. I have practice, I can be the phone.âÂ
Your daughter laughs like this is the funniest thing on the planet. âYou donât look like a phone,â she says.Â
âThatâs nice of you, but thatâs âcos youâve never seen my wires.âÂ
She laughs again.Â
âI know all the rules, too, donât worry,â Spencer says. âAre those your pieces? Or we can play with mine?âÂ
âSofie has her pieces, itâs okay, we donât wanna lose yours.âÂ
You let your backpack slip down your back and unveil a chess board box with sellotaped corners. The sleeve inside is unhurt, and you put it in the middle of the table. Spencer takes initiative and grabs the purple ones. You and Sofie arrange the pink ones in a mirror.Â
Sofie is surprisingly good at chess, considering her age. Sometimes Spencer ends up playing against you, your advice murmured in her ear, and every time you smile at him he feels a little nauseous. Â
He lets her win, of course. The first few times, at least. Over weeks, you and Sofia occasionally see him in the park playing chess, some days in the middle of a game with someone else, other times alone. Sofie comes up to him increasingly confident to ask for the next game, and Spencer realises heâs somehow made two friends.Â
âSpencer!â Sofie shouts, tumbling over the grass bank to stop on the end of the retaining wall bordering the chess tables. Youâre just behind her, looking tired.Â
âSofie, hi!âÂ
Sofie jumps down off of the wall before either of you can stop her. âSpencer, where have you been?â She rockets toward him. He stands, worried sheâll fall flat on her face, but she continues to race toward him until sheâs throwing her arms around his legs. âI missed you.âÂ
âWell, I missed you too,â he says, surprised. He gives her back a tentative pat. âIâve been learning new techniques.âÂ
âBut where did you go?â she asks.Â
âI went to Alaska. It was super cold.â
âHi, Spencer,â you greet, flushed as you plop down on the stone seat opposite him.Â
Believe it or not (easily believable), Spencer didnât ask you your name the first time you met. Or the second. On the third occasion you met, you actually apologised with too much sincerity and said, âIâm so sorry, I never asked what your name was. I canât believe it. Iâm Y/N.âÂ
So now youâre introduced, and Spencer has a raging crush on you.Â
Spencer grins as Sofie sits on his seat, shuffling over so they can sit together. âWhat, youâre on my team today?â he asks her excitedly.Â
âYes!â She pats the chess board. âMom, my pieces.âÂ
âItâs okay, we can use mine.â Spencerâs are already out on the table. Heâd been hoping to see you both.Â
âI wonât lose them,â Sofie promises.Â
âI might. Where have you been, Spencer? Sof made us come here four times last week, we had to play chess with Melinda.âÂ
âI was working,â he says. âWeâre always going somewhere far away, I didnât realise weâd be there for so long.âÂ
ââCos heâs a special agent,â you whisper to Sofie.Â
She puts a finger over her lips, âMom, donât so loud!âÂ
âSorry, Iâm sorry.â You nudge a King back onto his square. âDid I blow your cover?â you ask, your voice a rolling murmur.
Spencer holds Sofieâs back reactively as she wiggles on the seat. He has an answer. He should play along âheâs been reading up on how to flirt like heâs not a lonely weirdo and thatâs with confidence and running jokes, but the way youâre looking at him stops him in his tracks.Â
No one ever mentions the panic of a shared smile.Â
âWhat happens if people find out?â Sofie asks worriedly.Â
âNothing happens, Sofie, Iâm the boring kind of special agent where nothing I do is a secret.â He winces at her crestfallen expression. âIâm sorry. Maybe we can have a secret mission together? Me, you, and mom?âÂ
âReally?â you ask, surprised.Â
Spencer nods enthusiastically. âOh, yeah! Yeah, of course.âÂ
âLike⊠dinner?âÂ
Spencer bites the tip of his tongue, to an immediate sting. Itâs not the first time in his life a conversation heâs in has occurred without him: youâre shared smile was you flirting first. His reciprocation, while not intended, has served as flirtation.Â
He didnât mean to do it, but he doesnât care, he wonât mess it up, âIf you want to?â He clears his throat, his voice returning to a more acceptable tenor. âWe could go for dinner⊠tonight.âÂ
âTonight?âÂ
âNot tonight. Not⊠unless you want to?âÂ
âWe didnât have dinner yet,â Sofie says helpfully.Â
Your gaze falls to the chess board. âI donât think Iâm dressed for dinner. I had such a long shift.â Youâre shrugging, minimising yourself.Â
Spencer moves his and Sofieâs first pawn. âYou always look beautiful.âÂ
He cannot look at you after he says it, but he doesnât need to.Â
âMom, you're doing that smile like when Mr. Mailman brings our letters.âÂ
âThank, Sofie,â you say.Â
Spencer sneaks a glance at your smile. Itâs decidedly shy, and if he were to touch your cheek, he guesses heâd find your skin warming. âWhat does he do when he brings the letters?â Spencer asks.Â
You pin him with wide eyes.Â
âHe says sheâs pretty with a big âpâ,â Sofie whispers.Â
âShe is pretty,â Spencer whispers back.Â
You move a chess piece with a breathless laugh. âOkay, then letâs get dinner after I wipe the floor with you both.âÂ
Spencer decides now is the appropriate time to reveal that he is very good at chess. He and Sofie win in ten moves.Â
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Hi!!!! Okay, first of all, I'm in love with your writing!!!!!! đđđđAnd I was wondering (I've never done a story request so if it is horrible, please just ignore it đ
) but I was wondering if you could write a story of maybe yandereboyfriend/friend jungkook kinda forces older (not heaps but like 2-5 years older but shes just shy and confused when it comws to sex and intimacy) reader to loose her virginity to him and she likes it at the end?? If this is super uncomfortable, please don't even think about it đ
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hello! yes I can :) thank you for sending a request and being so patient! i feel like this yandere is more light than the usual lol
best friends!
jungkook doesn't like the idea of you wanting to loose your virginity to anyone that wasn't him.
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word count: 6.100
warning: naive/shy reader, mentions of watching porn, childhood friends jungkook + reader, smut scenes, coercion, masturbation, manipulation, light yandere tedancies, jealous jungkook, dub-con moments, dry humping, kissing, nipple sucking, oral sex, loss of virginity, rough sex, dacryphilia, fingering, unprotected sex, spitting,
âYouâll never be able to seduce a man, Noona.â Jungkook laughs boisterously, causing your face to heat up. âYouâre just too shy.â
Jungkookâs eyes watch as your arms cross over your chest, any self-confidence you had slowly falling. He hums, turning over on his bed to face you. He then places a hand on your thigh. âNoonaâŠâ
âStop calling me that, Jungkook.â you murmur. He knows that you prefer to be called by your name, but heâd often ignore you because of how much he enjoys teasing you, even after years of friendship.Â
âYouâre upset with me.â says Jungkook.
âIâve stopped calling you Kookie like you asked.â
Jungkook snorts. âThatâs because the nickname doesnât fit me anymore. Iâm a man.â his hand squeezes your thigh. âBesides, I said stop calling me that in public. You and I are alone now.â
You and Jungkook have been friends since childhood, your father and his being great friends. The age difference never bothered you as much, and youâd often recall calling Jungkook your baby brother during his primary and middle school days - you having been homeschooled. It was when Jungkook grew in size and age and reached High School did he demand you stop calling him that but never gave a reason as to why.
Even now, as Jungkook and you are adults, the friendship remains. You went to him for whatever you thought you needed and he was there. Moving away from your father had been a big step and finding a job to support yourself was even bigger, but you were never truly alone because you had Jungkook - you and he living together.
Jungkook was the opposite of you. While your job consisted of you being home, he wasnât. He made friends easily while you remained with a close knit circle. He was more social when needed and you often closed up around people you didnât know. Most of your friends were Jungkookâs friends that he considered brothers - you recall asking him why he considered them family and not you. Jungkook didnât give you any reason, stating that youâd never be a sister in his eyes, no matter if he knew you longer or not.
Now you and Jungkook lay in his bed, an action that he insisted on every so often, and watched tv. Heâd often hold you, his breath tickling your ear with how close he was. A certain thought now laid on your mind and when you brought it up to Jungkook, his initial thought was to laugh at you.Â
âI didnât mean to hurt you, Y/N.â Jungkook sighs. He pushes himself closer to you, the hand on your thigh firmly keeping you in place. âItâs justâŠyou donât go out much. Youâve been homeschooled your entire life and you donât really have friends besides the ones I have.â
Jungkook continues. âYou literally cried the first time I showed you porn.â he tries his hardest not to laugh at the memory of you and he, both in High School. You had come over to his home while his parents were working. Jungkook had asked you about it randomly, and when you insisted that you never watched something as normal as porn, he insisted that you and he watch together.Â
Youâre flushed with heat at the embarrassing memory. âYouâŠâ you take a deep breath so your voice wouldnât crack. âYou told me it was just sex.â
âIs it not?â Jungkook knits his brows.Â
âThey were crying!â
âIn pleasure.â says Jungkook. âI should have started you off easy and not gone into bondage.â low, he begins to laugh. Itâs a memory that heâs fond of. âBut I donât regret showing you either. It was the first time you came!â
A memory you wished Jungkook would forget - and stop bringing up. That same night he insisted on teaching you about masturbation, telling you that it was normal. Youâve never done so before, feeling weird about it all together, but Jungkook wouldnât allow you to leave until you at least gave it a try.Â
âYou even cried in pleasure.âÂ
Jungkook closes his eyes, the scene flashing in his mind. How innocent you appeared, completely confused on what in the world you were doing. It was then did Jungkook tell you that heâd talk you through it. It took a half an hour of convincing, of course. Getting you out of your pants, then your underwear.Â
âOpen your legs, Y/N.â Jungkook had said, grabbing your wrist. âPut your fingers rightâŠthere.â he places them onto your clit and you flinch at the feeling. âThen rubâŠâ he murmured, his hand coaching you to rub until you got the hang of it.
Jungkook will never forget the sight and how hard he was at just watching you. Your breathing hitching, the low moans and the calls of his name. Itâs a memory he cherishes with you - his best friend - and one of the main reasons as to why heâd never call you his sister; he had to dead that immediately afterwards.Â
âWho are you trying to seduce anyways?â Jungkook changes the subject and goes back to the original topic. âYou found yourself a boyfriend?â
âNo.â you quip. âI-I just want to have sex.â
Jungkook raises a brow. âWhy?â
âYou have sex all the time.â you retort. You didnât like Jungkookâs question, nor the look in his eyes.Â
âIâm also not a virgin.â Jungkook fires back. âYou canât just have sex with anyone, Y/N. Donât you think it has to be special?â
âYour first time wasnât with anyone special.â you murmur. âDo you even talk to her anymore?â
Jungkook snickers. âDonât remember her name.â he shrugs. âBut you and I are different. Sex is different for women.â Jungkook says matter-of-factly. âYou women create bonds with guys you give your body to. You canât have that bond with just anyone.â
It was a conversation Jungkook and you had time and time again. As you got older, you were tired of being a virgin - and dating was never an option. Not because you couldnât find a boyfriend - you could. You had men come up to you asking for your number and if youâd be interested in going on dates.Â
The problem was Jungkook. He lingered around you often, and you never minded. He was your best friend and each man that tried were always shot down by him, not you. âHeâs ugly.â Jungkook said about one man. âHe looks like he doesnât even shower, Y/N. Why he thinks he can speak to you is beyond me.â was said about another. âMen only want one thing. They can tell that youâve never been touched.â
âWhat about Hoseok?â
Jungkook is quiet for a moment, your question lingering in his mind.
Hoseok?
Hoseok.
Jung Hoseok as his friend - the man he calls his brother?
Thereâs a dark look in Jungkookâs eyes as he thinks about your question.Â
âDo you like him?â
âI love Hoseok.â you say calmly. âLike I love you.â
Jungkook doesnât realize that his nails are digging into your skin until he hears you yelp. There was no way in Hell you love Hoseok the same as you loved him; the thought makes him want to gag.
âWhy Hoseok?â
You arenât sure how to respond. âIâve known him for years.â was all you can think of. You and he were around the same age and he was nice, always smiling widely at you whenever he came around. âMaybe Namjoon?â
Jungkook swallows.
âYou look at my friends often?â
Thereâs a change in Jungkookâs tone that has you cowering.
âI-Iâm not sure what you mean.â
âDo you want to fuck my friends?âÂ
Youâre taken aback by the harshness in Jungkookâs tone.Â
âIâŠI donât know anyone else but your friends.â
Jungkook snickers. He wasnât going to allow you and Hoseok - or Namjoon, hell, anyone - to do anything. Hoseok is a man such as he is and the thought of his taking something precious from you was driving him wild. Wild because he knows that if you asked Hoseok, he would.
âNo.â Jungkook shakes his head. âHoseok has a girlfriend.â
A lie, but youâd never know that.
âOh.â you appeared bummed. âNam-â
âNo.â
You swallow. âJiminâŠ?â
âDo you fantasize about them?â
Youâve know his friends as long as he has, and now heâs wondering when you had the thought of fucking them in your mind.Â
âI just want to have sex.â you sigh in defeat, not wanting to cause a fight with Jungkook.
âWhy wouldnât you ask me?â
Jungkook doesnât care how unreasonably spoiled he may sound. You were his best friend, after all. He kept creeps away from you who wanted nothing but to wet their cocks. You were safe with him in the home you and he shared - heâd be damned if heâd allow a man to come in here and fuck you.
Youâre silent, and Jungkook continues.Â
âYou donât love me.â
Your eyes widen when you feel Jungkook remove himself from you.
âI do.â you quip. âI-I justâŠI donât have anyone else. Iâm tired of not knowing what it feels like.â watching television with sexual scenes had you wondering if sex was truly as good as they made it seem. You recall hearing from Taehyung, another friend of Jungkook, that porn is often fake and not everything you see was real - but how could it not be when their eyes are rolling and theyâre screaming with such passion?
âIf you loved me, Y/N, youâd ask me.â
Your heart sinks when Jungkook lifts from his lying position. You hated arguing with him. He was someone you loved and trusted with your life - him being upset with you had your anxiety spiking.
âI thought you had someone you were seeing.â you admit. You recall seeing her a few times in the home. She never spoke, but then again neither did you. She would stroll past you to enter Jungkookâs bedroom and only ever gave you a small grin.Â
âOh her.â Jungkook brushes past the statement. âI am. Somewhat.â he shrugs his shoulders. Her contemplated asking her out - she was decent looking and a good fuck. But he didnât love her nor respect her enough to make her his girlfriend. He was just bored at the moment. âWhy does that matter?â
The same way it matters that Hoseok had a girlfriend, you think. You want to say it, but you didnât want to upset Jungkook anymore than he already was. âI donât want to come between that.â
Jungkook wants to laugh. âI donât love her. I love you.â Jungkook says, a tone in his voice that indicates that it should be obvious. âYou are my best friend. You should be able to come to me when you need me. Not anyone else.â
You lift yourself up from the bed, as well, and you slowly nod your head. âSorry.â you murmur.
Jungkook turns to face you, a full smile on his lips. âItâs okay. Iâll forgive you, Y/N.â Jungkook holds his hand out for you to grab.Â
You do, and Jungkook lightly tugs you closer. You and he are face to face now.
âSex is more than just losing your virginity.â Jungkookâs thumb rubs your knuckles. âSex should be pleasurable for both of us. Masturbation is a form of sex. Youâve done that already.â
You nod slowly, feeling hot.Â
âTell me, Y/N.â Jungkook says. âWhen you masturbate, what makes you cum?â
You lick your lips, again embarrassed. You swallow while trying to find the words to answer Jungkook.
âWhen you watch porn, what do you like?â Jungkook changes the question up, and understands how shy you were - even with him.Â
Jungkook waits patiently for you to respond. âI-IâŠâ you glance away from him. His eyes were always so piercing, like small black holes that can swallow anyone whole.Â
âDonât be shy. Weâre best friends, right?â Jungkook pulls you closer to him. âIf you loved me, Y/N, youâll tell me. I canât help you if you donât let me in.â
You nod. âOral sex?â your words come out questioningly.Â
Jungkook nods. âOkay. Thatâs a start. Oral sex is a big part of sex. Itâs a form of foreplay. Get things started.â
âI donât think you should do that.â youâre horrified with Jungkookâs face being so close to your sex. Yes, heâs seen it before - years ago - but that was then. He was a man now and heâs had sex with countless women.
âWhy not?â Jungkook tilts his head.Â
Youâre silent, and Jungkook sighs. âYou donât trust me.â
âI do!âÂ
âThen why donât you trust me to pleasure you? Youâd rather go to my friends than trust me, Y/N. How do you think that makes me feel?â
âIâm sorry.â you quip. âI just donât think itâŠlooks good?â
Jungkook blinks.Â
You swallow.
âOf course it looks good.â Jungkook then laughs. âIâve already seen it.â
âThat was years ago.â you murmur, casting your eyes away.Â
âTrue. But still. You trust and love me just like I trust and love you.â Jungkook places a hand on your cheek for you to look at him. âIf weâre going to do this, you canât hide your body from me. Iâll have to show you mine, too.â
You nod your head.
âWe can start now.â
You inhale deeply. You donât move, and when Jungkook notices he frowns.Â
âY/N. What did I say?â
âDonât hide from you.â you murmur.Â
âExactly. Here. Iâll help you take your clothes off and you can do the same for me.â
Jungkook is slow when he puts his hands at the end of your shirt. He lifts it up and you stiffen, unsure of what to do next. The shirt comes over your head and Jungkook throws it aside.Â
âOkay?â asks Jungkook, his eyes glancing down to the bra youâre wearing. Itâs red and basic, but it hugs your breast perfectly.Â
You only nod.
âOkay.â Jungkook then goes towards your leggings. Theyâre tight, but he manages to get his hands inside. He begins to tug and awkwardly, you lift yourself up so he can remove them. Your panties are black and cotton.
âNow you do the same to me.â Jungkook says. He understands you by now, knowing that youâd never take the first move. He grabs your wrists and walks you through it. âGo ahead.â
Youâre trembling, you note, as you remove Jungkookâs shirt - an oversize black shirt. You often are reminded how much Jungkook has grown over the years, going from a boy to a man. He worked out often and was athletic. He had many tattoos that litter his skin - you had gone with him for a few of them and pondered how he could sit so calmly.Â
âIâll get up to make it easier.â Jungkook lifts from his bed and waits for you to continue. Youâre as slow as before, hands trembling more than before. You tug at the sweats he wore, watching as they fall to the ground. You try to hide the fact that you gawk at the bulge in his briefs, swallowing at the sight.Â
âY/N.â
You blink up to look at Jungkook.
âYou trust me, right?â
You nod your head.
âOkay.â Jungkook gives you a grin. âCome here.â
Jungkook leans down, his hand grasping your chin. He no longer hesitates or holds back, placing his lips upon yours.
Youâre shocked, completely stiff, but Jungkook doesnât mind. Youâll give into him eventually - it may take a few rounds, but you will.
Youâre pushed backwards, back hitting the mattress. Jungkook hovers above you, his hands placing themselves onto your shoulders to keep you in place.Â
You gasp for air when Jungkook removes his lips from yours, but then theyâre trailing down your jawline to your neck. Youâre breathing heavily, unsure what to do.
âYou can touch me.â says Jungkook, as if reading your mind. âDonât just lay there.â
Jungkook continues to kiss at your neck, his left hand leaving your shoulder and grabs your hand. He places it upon his chest for you to take the lead. His hand then goes to your waist to pull you closer to him.Â
Your heart thumps that this is happening now - you and Jungkook. Goosebumps litter your skin, the hair standing straight up. But you do as youâre told, hand grabbing Jungkookâs bicep and squeezing it.Â
Jungkook forces your legs apart, wrapping them around his waist. You yelp when you feel him, his bulge grinding directly against you. Thereâs a deep groan from Jungkook that you hear coming from your neck.Â
âYou have to engage.â Jungkook lifts slightly to look at your face. âKiss me like Iâm kissing you.â
Youâre left stunned when Jungkook flips the both of you, his own back hitting the mattress and now youâre on top of him. He places his hands on your hips, a smirk on his lips. âItâll be easier for you this way. Iâll let you take the lead.â
Thereâs a tension - one sided - when you lean down to his own neck.
âYouâre still shy. Itâs just me.â Jungkook sighs.
 It was easier for him to say. He wasnât the virgin - or the closed off one that has been homeschooled. The only friend she kept was Jungkook, and his friends, but mainly Jungkook. There was no one she could go to that was the same sex that she could vent to about her frustrations.Â
âJust let loose, Y/N. Weâre friends. Thereâs nothing you can do thatâll make me view you differently.â
You try your best, even closing your eyes in hopes thatâd be better. Your lips place themselves at the nape of Jungkookâs neck, and ever so gently did you kiss him. You allowed your hands to rub softly on his bare shoulders, kissing down his neck until you got to his collarbone.
Jungkook hums to himself, his cock twitching to be let loose from his underwear.Â
You were adjusting - only a bit - but youâd soon be fully accepting. Jungkook allows his hands to dip from your waist and he grabs your ass fully in his grasp.
You swallow, hiding back the surprised gasp. You donât want Jungkook to think you donât trust him - because you do. You donât want to appear utterly shy and closed off. You were older than Jungkook and he had to be the one to show you what life was like, as sad as it was.
âOkay. Now kiss me.âÂ
You nod your head. You want to avoid Jungkookâs gaze, but he doesnât falter. âYouâll have to look at me eventually, Y/N.â Jungkook murmurs.Â
âI know.â you murmur back, and now meet his eyes. Jungkook smiles when you do, and his head lifts slightly.
Your head dips down to capture his lips in yours once more. Thereâs a fire running through you this time at the feeling - no longer hesitant or awkward to kiss him. It feltâŠnormal; as if this is something the two of you always did.Â
Jungkookâs teeth catch your bottom lip and he lightly tugs. âLet loose.â he whispers, and then dives into your mouth again. This time, his tongue pushes past your teeth and meets your own, itâs warm and slimy, but it causes you to moan.
Jungkookâs hands grip your ass, keeping you firmly against his erection. He rubs up your sides for a moment, then on your back. His hands are now on your bra and he appears to be swift in unhooking it.
âKookieâŠâ you murmur against his lips.
âItâs okay.â Jungkook responds. âYou trust me, remember?â
You nod, but trust doesnât help with your selfâconsciousness.Â
Jungkook tugs at your bra until itâs fully off of you. He disgards it, bare hands now taking your breast entirely. He doesn't care how heavy heâs breathing, or how rough his hands squeeze your breast.
âMy pretty girl.â Jungkook praises.
 Itâs weird hearing it - for you at least.
 Jungkook rarely compliments you - not because he doesnât think you are, but because he never really has a reason to. He sees you the same everyday - his best friend who he has breakfast, occasionally lunch and dinner with. Youâre the same Y/N that he shares movie nights with where the two of you cuddle and laugh at whatever was on the screen.Â
Now, however, Jungkook has to compliment you. He has to let you know how beautiful you are now - a woman. You grew into your womanly curves over the years, hiding it behind loose clothing, but never truly hiding it. You never hid from him; occasionally wearing shorts that showed your legs and the roundness of your ass, or tank-tops that made your breast appear more plump.
You yelp when Jungkook pinches your nipple. He chuckles at your reaction. âSo responsive.â he says, more to himself than to you.Â
âW-What-â
Jungkookâs tongue licks on your nipple, shuddering at feeling. He couldnât help but to bring it entirely into his mouth, tongue twirling and suckling on it while his free hand pinches the other. Thereâs a euphoric feeling engulfing him right now. Yes, he did think about you sexually at times - he was a man and he couldnât help it. But this was far better than any feeling, any thought or dream heâs ever had.Â
âDoes it feel good?â Jungkook manages to say, popping your nipple from his mouth to just engulf the other one.
âYes.â
You donât intend to sound so soft and meek, moaning against Jungkook. But you couldnât hide it any longer. You can feel the wetness between your legs, arousal pooling out - and Jungkookâs grinding didnât make it any better.
âYou can talk to me, Y/N. You can tell me how much you like it. How I make you feel.âÂ
Jungkook kisses both of your nipples softly.Â
âI-I donât know what to say.â
âTell me how you feel.â Jungkook repeats. âHere,â his right hand drops your breast and without warning, he slaps your ass. The sound echoes, as does you shriek. âI love the way your ass feels.â he then squeezes it in the palm of his hands. âI love the sweet moans coming from those pretty lips of yours.â he continues.Â
Youâre hot, Jungkookâs words cause a new sensation to run through you - nerves running through your body and meeting exactly between your legs.Â
âIt feels good when you touch me.â you say, admitting even if you want nothing more than to hide.Â
âYeah?â Jungkook lightly laughs. He squeezes your ass again. âWhat else?â
You huff, this time now hiding your face. Your head is between his shoulder and neck.
âItâs okay, pretty girl. Just tell me.â Jungkook encourages. âYou trust me like I trust you.â
You sigh. Jungkook was going to be the death of you - you were going to die with embarrassment.
âI like the way you look.âÂ
Jungkook, again, is swift with his movement. Heâs once more on top of you. Heâs now forcing you to look at him - as if you werenât embarrassed enough.
You go to cover yourself, but that wasnât something Jungkook was going to allow.Â
âGo on, Y/N.â Jungkook places a quick peck on your lips before he kisses down your neck to your collarbone.Â
Your breath is shaky - but it was all Jungkook. His hands rub along your sides as his lips send kisses between your breasts, going lower and lower. âYou make me feelâŠdifferent.â
Jungkookâs lips are now on your stomach. âWhatâs different?â
âWetâŠ?â
Jungkook groans. His fingers are hooked between your panties and he wants nothing more than to remove them and dive in, but heâd remain calm for now.
âLook at me, Y/N.â
You hesitated. Not because you didnât want to, but because youâre unsure what Jungkook had in store for you.Â
You do, however, and Jungkook is now directly between your legs. Your thighs quiver at the sight.Â
âWhat do you want me to do?â Jungkook asks, and before you can answer, he places a single kiss upon your clothed clit.
Your throat tightens.
Jungkook wasnât going to stop. He wanted to hear you speak - hear your thoughts, whatever moans you had in you. He didnât want you to be shy - not with him. He wasnât a stranger and who else should be the one to take your virginity than him?
Not Hoseok.
Not Namjoon.
Not Jimin - none of his friends.
Just Jungkook.
Dare he say he was entitled to it - you were his best friend. He was there for whatever you needed him to be; and this was one thing you didnât come to him for (not at first). You wanted his assistance in finding you someone. The thought still upsets him.
âKookie.â you sigh, hands crashing to your face.Â
âSo shy.â Jungkook tsks. His hands grip your waist and he drags you to the edge of the bed, him falling to his knees before you. âIâll take the lead.â
You feel your panties being tugged off. Youâre unsure of what to do or say - you knew you had to keep breathing or youâd pass out. The coolness of the air hits you and now you fully accept that youâre naked for Jungkook, completely bare before his eyes to see.
Youâre so wet, Jungkook notes, arousal coating your lips and thighs. The thought of how excited youâve been and nothing has happened yet makes him groan, anticipating what's to come.
Your throat releases a gasp and instantly, your legs clench shut, caging Jungkook in.
âS-Sorry, i-â
âItâs okay, Y/N. Relax.â Jungkook laughs, a gleeful tone in his voice. He had done nothing but flick your clit with his tongue. âWatch me, okay?â
You nod your head.
Jungkook hooks his hands right on your thighs, holding them in a firm grip so you wouldnât be easily reactive - not without him stopping you. He dips his head back between your legs, tongue dipping between your folds.
Your eyes flutter, unable to truly focus on Jungkook like he wants you to.Â
The sight alone is filthy - his head bobbing back and forth while his tongue assaults your clit. Occasionally, his eyes would dart up to capture your reaction, satisfied that you no longer hid your moans from him.
But the noises Jungkook made were another thing. He suckles on your clit, completely ravishing you as if it was the finest meal. Heâs animalistic, not caring. He would draw his head back and spit, then continue his assault upon your clit.
âKookie, I-I, you need to stop.â you try to get away from Jungkook, but he doesnât allow it. If anything, Jungkook holds you even tighter. You were going to cum, of course, never truly experiencing a man going down on you. Your stomach churns and you feel like you are going to explode. âKookie, please stopâŠâ
Jungkookâs eyes flicker up at you. Your eyes are snapped shut and thereâs a few droplets trailing down your cheeks. Jungkook grunts into your pussy. His fingernails dig into your naked flesh, his tongue laying flat against your clit. He continues to ravish you, not caring about your pleas - it was obvious you wanted more and was far too inexperienced to understand it.
Jungkook dives deeper and deeper, your cries only fueling him for more. Your arousal coats the bottom half of his face entirely.Â
There was another attempt to remove yourself, buckling your hips, but Jungkook only shoves you back down upon the bed. Your toes are curling and youâre unable to see straight. Thereâs a tightness in your stomach thatâs utterly unfamiliar to you.
âIâm not going to stop.â
Jungkookâs voice is deeper - deepest youâve ever heard it.
âNot until you cum.â
 Jungkookâs right hand removes itself from holding your thigh, but that only means heâs holding the other tighter.Â
Your back arches when you feel his fingers at your entrance.
âI canât-â
âYou will.âÂ
Jungkook doesnât give a warning before entering his fingerâs inside of you. You jump at the foreign feeling. You swallow back and shriek.
âSo tight.â Jungkook murmurs to himself.
 Two fingers is all you can handle for now. That doesnât mean Jungkook goes easy on you. He pumps inside of you vigorously, your walls clenching around his digits. Each time he hits a deeper spot that has you jerking.
âI know it feels good, Y/N. My pretty girl.â
You canât speak, but Jungkook doesnât care. He pumps and pumps until youâre cumming all over him, arousal splashing onto the hardwood floors of his bedroom.Â
Youâre a crying twitching mess, whimpering to yourself. Jungkook removes his fingers, satisfied with your appearance.
âI could fuck you right now. Youâre so wet, Y/N.â
You exhale, eyes snapping open. âKookie, I-â
âDonât tell me you canât take me.â
Jungkook pushes down his underwear and you freeze.
Youâve never seen Jungkook naked before, never going past witnessing him shirtless.
Now Jungkook is as nude as you, cock erect and hard. His tip is red and leaking with pre-cum, the shaft twitching in anticipation.
âI canât.â you cry, now dwelling on the idea of having sex with the man.
Jungkook snickers. He grips his cock and slaps the tip against your wet clit. So wet, he thinks. Wet and warm, completely aroused because of him.
âYou were willing to fuck my friends.â
Jungkook rubs the tip against your clit in slow circular motions. It makes a wet and sloppy sound as he does.
âThey donât love you, Y/N. Not like I do.â
You twitch at the feeling, overstimulated enough, even if it did feel good.
âDonât you love me, Y/N?â Jungkookâs eyes don't leave your clit. He continues to tap and circle the tip of his cock against it, the sight beautiful.
âI doâŠâ
âThen why do you keep denying me pleasure?â
Jungkook removes his hand from his cock to place it upon your hips, keeping you in place. He begins to thrust forward, sliding his entire cock against your clit.
âI allowed you to cum, havenât i?â Jungkook grunts. âMilked my fingers like a little whore. But you wonât let me fuck you.â
Jungkookâs words cause you to gasp - that and the way his cock feels against your already stimulated clit.Â
Jungkookâs openâs his mouth, a trail of saliva dripping right onto your clit, not because you needed it - you were literally dripping - but just because he wanted to. In his eyes, spitting upon you was an act of marking his territory and after he fucked you - and he was going to regardless - he would assure that only he would be the one fucking you afterwards; always and forever.
Jungkook continues to rub, his pace quickening.Â
âDo you think another man would have given you the satisfaction?â Jungkook hisses. âThey wouldâve fucked you and left, Y/N. This is why Iâm here. I love you, my pretty girlâŠâ his tone softens. â...so wet and ready for me. Youâll let me have you, right, Y/N? Youâll let me be the one who takes your virginity?â
Slowly, you nod your head. Jungkook was someone you loved greatly. He was a man and understood how men think - you couldnât be upset with him now. âOkayâŠâÂ
Jungkook smiles wide, full set of teeth shining at you. âMy pretty girl. Youâre always so good for me. Give me your hand.â
You do as Jungkook tells you to do, and he guides your hand to touch his cock. It twitches in your grip.
âTighten your grip.â Jungkook demands and groans when you do. âOkay, babyâŠnow center it at your pussy.â
Youâre being so obedient for him, Jungkook thinks. He watches as you do what he tells you, the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole. âGood girl.â Jungkook mumbles.
âDonât you need to wear a condom?â
Jungkook wants to laugh at your words. âCondoms are for people who have one night stands. Why would I wear a condom with you?â he asks, a tilt of his head. He had no intention of allowing you to fuck another man, so him not wearing a condom was alright.
You widen your eyes. âPregnancyâŠ?â
Again, Jungkook laughs. He doesnât say anything for a moment, only stares into your wide eyes. He had no intention of impregnating you now, but if it happened, then it did. That only meant that itâs what the universe wanted.
âYou know I love you, Y/N.â Jungkook says.
âI love you, too.â you respond.
Simpering, Jungkook nods. âI know.â he says, and then without warning, he enters you whole. Thereâs no warming upm Jungkook thinks, the faster he gets it over with, the faster pleasure will come for you.
When your mouth opens to shriek, Jungkook silences you with his lips. His hips snap inside of you, unable to stop. So tight, he thinks, fully milking his cock with your essence. Itâs as though his cock fit perfectly inside of you; like a puzzle piece coming together to complete a set.
The pain is excruciating and youâre unable to pull away from Jungkook. His grip on you was intense, fingers bruising into your skin.Â
The sound of skin slapping is loud in the room, echoing off the walls.Â
âMy pretty girl.â grumbles Jungkook when he releases your lips. âThank you for trusting me, Y/N.â
The pain shoots throughout your body, but hearing those words from Jungkook was worth it to you. You blink away the tears so you can focus on his face.
âSoon the pain will go away, and youâll love the way I fuck you.â
You nod. You trusted Jungkook.
It takes a while for the pleasure to come, but that doesnât mean it didnât. Jungkook hits your sweet spot, slamming you against his bed with each thrust. Your moans are loud for him, so sweet and melodic - he knew you had it in you to let loose.
âFeels good, pretty girl?â Jungkook questions, the question rhetorical. He knows by the way you clench around him that it does - that and your high pitched moans.Â
âFeelsâŠsoâŠgoodâŠâ you grunt, panting along with each powerful thrust.
âGood.â
Jungkook removes himself just so he can turn you around, chest firmly against his mattress. He enters you once more, hitting even deeper than before.
Your eyes snap shut and your arms shoot out, gripping the bed sheets for support. Whatever you once imagined sex would be like didnât give it any justice. Sex with Jungkook was a pleasurable feeling youâd never forget - youâre unsure how youâd ever be able to go back to masturbating once this was over.Â
Both of Jungkookâs hands place themselves on yours, entangling your hangers with his. His lips kiss your back, pounding inside of you with such passion.Â
There it was again, the churning feeling in your stomach.
âI feel you, baby.â Jungkook pants. Itâs as if you never want him to stop, creaming his cock like your life depended on it. âGo ahead and cum for me, pretty girl.â
You groan, shaking your head at how good you felt.Â
âI love you, Kookie.â you murmur so low that itâs barely audible, but Jungkook hears it loud and clear.
 It causes Jungkook to grind into you deeper and deeper, feeling himself come undone at just words. You told him those three words many times before, but now it felt different. Intimate. This was something heâs never heard during sex - and if there was a chance he did, he wouldnât care.Â
You were who Jungkook loved; his best friend since childhood.
You were the one who Jungkook wanted to hear the words from.
Jungkookâs cumming, his heaving breaths ticking the skin of your back. He doesn't bother to pull out of you, instead he milks your walls completely with his seed, shuddering with complete bliss.
Jungkook wonât regret it - cumming inside of you felt right. It wasnât as if anyone else would be.
âMy pretty girl.â Jungkook coos, pulling out of you to tuck you further into his bed. He lays beside you, embracing you from behind. âYou did so good for me.â
Your heart swells at the compliment, your eyes heavy with slumber.
Jungkook holds you tight as you drift to sleep, satisfied that you were here with him.Â
Not Hoseok or Namjoon or anyone else -Â but him.
 After all, he was the only one who truly loved you for who you are and didnât see you as just a hole to fill - he wasnât like those other men out in the world. No, Jungkook was better than any man you could ever think about being with. He proceeds to place a kiss upon your temple, satisfied that you were his and his alone.
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LIVE LAUGH, SCREAM! | TOM BLYTH
pairing. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader
summary. where one comment could lead into an internet feud between tom blyth and yn avocot, resulting in them falling inlove ?!
authorâs note. [ THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE YN AND TOM STARTED DATING ] thank you to the nonnie that said yn gives off scream vibes bc theyâre the reason i even made this post in the first place! đ€
installment of this au | read for context
ynuser scream bts (youâre welcome!)
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jennaortega did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
â„ jackchampion no but it mightâve when she stabbed u in the movie
â„ ynuser JACK đđ
user1 jenna flirting, jack teasing, I LOVE THIS CAST YOUR HONOR
user2 okay but literally your performance was just chefs kiss đ PLEASE tell me youâre starting in other movies as well bae
â„ ynuser oh thank you!! im so honored you enjoyed it â€ïž I will get back to you on your question!! đ
â„ user3 OMGG YN IN ANOTHER FILM WOULD BE KILLER
â„ user4 well actually đ€âïž she was one of the ghostface in the film which means she actually was a killer
user5 @/user4 bye
tomblyth amazing film
â„ ynuser thanks
â„ user6 THANKS?? THANKS?! girl thatâs tom blyth
â„ ynuser @/user6 who?
user7 no way this girl just asked who tom blyth is
â„ user8 well can u blame her tho?? heâs in like what, billy the kid or whatever? itâs not that known..
â„ user9 nah girl stars in one film and thinks sheâs all that đ
rachelzegler YOU DID SO GOOD GIRL đ
â„ ynuser rachel my love đđâ€ïž
tomblyth who am I? well now you know
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user10 oh heâs so fine
user11 LMFAOO is this a jab at yn not knowing who you are
user12 show that girl đ€đ€ she thinks sheâs all that after getting one acting gig
â„ user13 yâall are so obsessed with her hello..
ynuser sure. now i know
â„ user14 oh im having so much fun watching all this go down
ynuser more bts because i love scream 6 and so should you!
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tomblyth yeah the movieâs cool and all but how abt i treat you out for dinner?
â„ user15 HELLO???
user16 enemies to lovers era ?
user17 pls lord get these two together
jackchampion say yes to the dinner invite and bring me back steak
â„ ynuser đ€šđ€š
â„ jackchampion and a vanilla soda too please
user18 i love jack n ynâs friendship
ynuser and tomblyth both posted a story!
ynuser eating sushi and then putting on some comfy pjs is a great way to spend a day
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user19 the way tom also posted sushi pics very similar to what sheâs eatingâŠ
â„ user20 WHY IS NOBODY MENTIONING THE MATCHING HOTDOG STORY POSTS AS WELL đđđ
user21 pjs TOGETHER?! im afraid weâve lost her
user22 everybody knows.. everybody knows
jackchampion splendid way to spend the day
â„ user23 what if itâs jack?? tom and yn donât even fw each other LOL
â„ user24 true. he did ask her for dinner tho
â„ user25 who wouldnât? sheâs yn.
Eclaté_Mode On this new episode of BTS With Your Favorites, Tom Blyth dishes on his skincare routine, how he keeps himself productive during breaks, and his internet rivalry with actress, Y/N Avocot. Full video linked in bio
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user26 THE WAY HE COMPLIMENTS YN this is definitely enemies to lovers
user27 âme and yn have exciting need to share soonâ excuse me
user28 so they inlove or what
user29 yn fell inlove with a brit man itâs over for US
user30 WAIT WHAT DOES HE MEANNNN
tomblyth well surprise. enemies to lovers much?
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ynuser nice pic send me it
user31 WAITT RACHEL HIM AND YN IN A FILM?? did not expect this..
user32 hold awn..
user33 is this confirmation theyâre dating
â„ ynuser we arenât dating.
â„ rachelzegler yet.
â„ user34 RACHEL???
rachelzegler youâre welcome for this crossover, i encouraged both of them to audition for the role
â„ user35 WE LOVE RACHEL ZEGLER
jennaortega take care of my gf đœ
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I Want You to Stay (01) | JJK
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 12k
Series Masterlist
Status: Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đ¶: on the way home
A/N: Happy 2024, everyone! đ Dropping this tonight as a welcome to the new year and the start of the wild journey that is this story. It's a different JK that I'm used to writing. It's also a different arrangement for me as the story is still being written, so just a heads up that updates won't be as regular compared to before, but they'll definitely come (pls don't come at me hehe đ)! This is also a painfully slow build-up with lots of details and office talk so please be patient! I donât know how this will turn out and be revived but I hope you enjoy! đ
Also my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight as always đ„°
Jung Hoseokâs smile is like a ray of sunshine - warm on cool mornings, radiant on sunny afternoons. Itâs light and infectious, but more than anything, itâs genuine. Thereâs comfort in the way his entire face beams and how the rest of his body follows; thereâs this sense of openness that makes it easy to be around him, that makes it easy to work for him.
It was 10 years ago when you first encountered that smile - bright and encouraging as he welcomed you and the rest of the interns to his familyâs company. It slowly dissolved the anxiety you were feeling over being 1 of 12 chosen students to work for one of the leading real estate and property development corporations in the country. Youâd see it again two years later as an employee, and you recall how he perked up at the sight of you, having remembered those eight weeks you spent preparing the conference room for their meetings and serving the executives their coffee.Â
You wouldnât have expected that five years after that, youâd be seeing that smile everyday as his executive assistant, and it was one of the things that made the job bearable. Despite the long hours and the amount of work you had to do and events you had to accompany him to, working for Hoseok always felt worth it. Despite the insane amount of pressure he was put under and the stress he had to endure, Hoseok somehow always managed to smile.Â
He was serious when he had to be, but there was joy in how he did things. He allowed himself moments of calm, of time to check in on his support team for a few laughs. Heâd spare himself a few minutes a day to sway to the soft music he plays in his office, heâd preside over meetings with vigor, and heâd start and end every interaction with anyone with that smile - the same smile that assures you that all your hard work is appreciated and which encourages you to keep learning.
Itâs that same smile that he has on right now, as he hands you a custom-made cake with âyou worked hardâ written on it. He says the words as your eyes turn to him in surprise.Â
âThank you for all that youâve done,â Hoseok says. âI know you were new to the role just like I was but you made everything so easy for me. Iâm gonna have to get used to being without your brilliance, Ms. Cho. I hope you never doubt yourself ever again.â
Your astonished face turns into a pout, as it dawns on you that itâs Friday, the first unofficial day of you no longer being Hoseokâs executive assistant, given his appointment as President not long ago. Yet despite the big change heâll be experiencing starting next week, heâs the one affirming and comforting you, something thatâs rare for someone of his stature and something youâll definitely miss.Â
âYou know I donât cry, but I just might,â you respond, earning you a chuckle. âBut really, I⊠I canât thank you enough for taking a chance on me. I know my credentials werenât like the others butââ
âMs. Cho,â he interjects. âThe only credentials those other applicants had were the universities they went to, but none of them matched your level of skill and dedication to the role. I can assure you that none of them wouldâve managed the past three years like you did. I should be thanking you for dealing with all the craziness with me.â
âYouâre a good boss, itâs that simple,â you return the compliment now. âYou were patient with me and challenged me to be better without putting me down. That does a lot for a personâs confidence, you know?â
âI know that now,â he smiles again. âBut really, I donât think I couldâve asked for a more competent right-hand woman. Jungkookâs lucky heâs taking my position with the most capable assistant to help him out.â
At the mention of the manâs name, your face sours, something that Hoseok picks up, earning you another laugh.Â
âNot a fan of him, I see,â he eyes you curiously.
âI donât mean any disrespect, Mr. Jung, but your cousin is not you,â you explain. âI may have only seen him a handful of times but those are enough to let me know that he does not smile.â
âYes, I do confirm that,â Hoseok chuckles. âJungkookâs quite the perfectionist and very much a workaholic. But heâs brilliant and creative and youâll learn a lot from him, too. Heâs being primed to co-lead the company with me and he needs a strong support for that and I think thatâs you. His father thinks thatâs you, and for the CEO to think so means a lot, ___. Uncle has seen how you work and was adamant that you remain in this role, especially with his son assuming the Vice President position.â
You know that Hoseok means to reassure you, but you suppose your insecurities over having this role and even being in this company wonât ever really go away. You didnât graduate from a prestigious university in Seoul like most employees here did, and in this society, that usually means everything. Youâre thankful for the trust that youâve been given and you agree that you worked hard for it, too, but it will always be overwhelming; even then, it sometimes still feels undeserved.Â
At your silence, Hoseok speaks again. â___, as your former boss and as your friend, Iâm here to back you up. Jungkookâs family but if he, for some reason, acts like a hard-headed jerk, you let me know, okay?â
He turns serious now, as he silently asks for you to promise him that youâll speak out if you need to. Hoseok knows what you went through under Mrs. Byun, the former manager who abused her power over you until her own slip-up caused her downfall years later, and he doesnât want you to go through that again.Â
âOkay. But I didnât mean to imply that heâs a jerk just because he doesnât smile,â you clarify. âI guess I meant to say that⊠Iâll miss working for you. Thatâs all. We somehow always got a laugh in, no matter how stressful things were. Iâll miss being with A-yeong, too.â
âI know you also meant to say that Iâm the best boss youâve ever had,â Hoseok chuckles, though you donât miss the sadness in his eyes, too. âBut Iâll just be two floors above you. Youâll still see me everywhere. And A-yeongâs gonna miss you, too, thatâs why she canât let you go without having dinner out, that Iâm apparently not invited to.â
âWeâre just gonna gossip about you, donât worry,â you tease, appreciative of the fact that his wife has been kind to you all these years, apologizing to you on his behalf during the rare times heâs cranky, and gifting you little things from their trips abroad. âBut thank you again, Hoseok,â you continue, dropping the formalities when you mean to speak to him as a friend, because thatâs what he is, and itâs a rarity in this industry where those in power tend to take advantage of those below them. âYouâve treated me well, and Iâll never forget that.âÂ
âThank you, ___,â he smiles once more. âIâll finish setting up my new office now. Iâll see you there in 30 minutes, okay? I know Jungkook officially starts on Monday but he wanted to get all the administrative stuff out of the way as soon as possible and since my old room is being sanitized, heâll be staying at mine the whole morning. HR has everything he needs to sign so please get those documents from them before heading to my office.â
âOh, so heâs coming today?â You ask, unable to hide the mix of surprise and disappointment in your voice. Youâre clearly uninformed about this. âDidnât he just arrive last night?â
âYes, he did. I thought heâd at least spend today resting but no, he called me an hour ago to say heâll drop by this morning so he can get straight to business on his first day,â Hoseok explains, shaking his head at the thought of his cousin wanting to get straight to work. âI know itâs short notice so you donât need to brief him or anything yet. Youâve been buried in organizing all my files this past week after all.âÂ
âOkay, but Iâve got everything organized for him already anyway in case he wants to start,â you say, having prepared all the documents heâd need to ease into his role more smoothly, knowing itâs your job to help him with that.Â
âOf course you have,â Hoseok chuckles, impressed as always with how on top you are of everything. âIâll see you in half an hour.â
You sulk in your seat once heâs out of view, whining internally because much as your files are ready for your new boss, youâre the one who isnât. Youâd held off on mentally preparing yourself for meeting the Jeon Jungkook, second son of the current CEO of Jeon Corporation and the new Vice President, thinking youâd have the entire weekend for that, so youâre caught off guard at having to face him today. Itâs one thing to move on from no longer having Jung Hoseok as your boss - that itself took you months to process and accept; itâs another to have to get used to assisting someone else, someone you know is completely different in attitude and approach to his work.
Jungkook used to be an executive in the Singapore office, the Southeast Asian headquarters of the company. In your three years as Hoseokâs assistant, youâd only seen Jungkook a few times, such as when heâd fly to Seoul for an official visit or a family gathering but you never interacted, as you didnât really have a reason to, especially since you were always busy with making sure the event was running smoothly.Â
But youâd definitely noticed him, partly because the female staff always talked about him when he was around, and partly because next to his parents and his cousins, who are all personable in their own ways, Jungkook sticks out like a sore thumb. Youâre not exaggerating when you say that youâve never seen him smile - not for the pictures and not when heâs talking to the other executives and employees, a contrast to his fatherâs infectious charm and his motherâs youthful energy.
Youâve gotten used to Hoseokâs passion balanced with his thoughtfulness and joy - you always enjoyed the videos that A-yeong would show you of their weekends doing ballroom dancing because itâs what he loved to do with her. Youâre unsure how youâll manage assisting someone whoâs the complete opposite. Youâve heard of Jungkookâs abilities though; his father always spoke of them with pride. Creative and innovative, heâd say of his son, but he always lived in his head, too, and perhaps thatâs why even if he can socialize with others, he prefers not to, given that youâd always seen him at the bar after said events, drinking on his own.
You didnât think those times that youâd one day be having him as your boss. You didnât expect the appointments to come this soon, nor did you expect to still be in the company by the time they happened. But here you are, about to meet him and hoping to the heavens that whatever preconceived notions you have of him based on what very little you know would be proven wrong.Â
Wanting to calm yourself down before meeting him, you head to the management support teamâs office for a cup of tea in the pantry, but youâre stopped by Do-hyun, one of the project assistants.Â
She hugs you like she always does, even if you rarely ever return it, and she whines like you expect her to, given her unusually pouty face.Â
âItâs only been an hour but I already miss Mr. Jung,â she laments. âWhy did they appoint him as President so soon? They couldâve waited for another year or so, or at least let him take us with him!â
You find yourself being the reasonable one this time, as you pull her away from you so you could talk to her properly.Â
âWe always knew he was going to be President, Do-hyun. But then the Board decided to make Ji-woo head of the Singapore office after their uncle stepped down, and that meant Hoseok had to take his sisterâs place,â you explain, knowing how generational corporations like this work, with family members rotating in the executive positions. âAnd much as heâd like to take us with him, the position already comes with its own team. Heâs just two floors above us, though. Iâm sure he wouldnât mind if we popped in every once in a while to say hi.â
âNo, Iâm bitter,â she pouts again, earning her a laugh from you.
âWell, at least the new Vice President isnât a stranger,â Manager Lee chimes in.Â
âI heard the CEOâs son doesnât smile,â Do-hyun counters. âHow do we go from assisting someone who literally gives all of us the energy to work each day, to someone who doesnât think thereâs anything worth being happy about? I also heard heâs a workaholic, so what if he demands that we canât leave the office until he does? And that heâs kind of a fuck boy, so what if he has a scandal that we have toââÂ
âYah! Those are just hearsay, and we donât listen to those,â you warn her, not wanting the team to start on a bad note because of some rumors about your new boss that may or may not be true.Â
And if those are, itâs your job to make sure that those are handled properly and that thereâs no friction between the management support team and the Vice President. The thought suddenly hits you and you feel nauseous. Youâve never had these worries with Hoseok because he always prioritized the team - he made sure that tasks were properly delegated, that you all took your well-deserved break, that you werenât burnt out, that you all knew he got your back the way you all got his.Â
But then again, itâs natural to be anxious about change, especially when what you had was already the best it couldâve been. And much as you were the one worrying about this earlier, youâre now the one who has to reassure the team, especially the younger members, that things are going to be okay.Â
âYouâll meet him soon, and Iâll make sure heâs properly oriented with everything before he sits down with you all,â you say. âLetâs just be optimistic about this, okay? Manager Lee has been here a while and he can guide all of us when it comes to adapting to changes like this.â
The rest of the team nods, voicing their agreement about being open and welcoming to your new boss.Â
âOkay, good. Now let me get my tea before I combust,â you chuckle, heading towards the adjacent room.Â
Youâre busy taking breaths in between sips of your hot drink when you see a familiar face in the room through the glass window, prompting you to head back outside.
âMr. Ri,â you greet, causing the man before you to turn towards you. âWhat are you doing here? Does Mr. Jeon need anything?âÂ
Knowing youâre referring to the elder Jeon, Mr. Ri shakes his head.Â
âIâm here as Jungkookâs chauffeur and bodyguard, actually. His father appointed me, wanting people he trusts to help his son,â he clarifies. âIâve just driven him from his penthouse.â
âOh,â you say, unable to control the way your face falls a little. âSo, heâs here.â
âHe is. He said he wanted to get things done today so he doesnât waste his time when he starts next week. Heâs at Hoseokâs office right now. I believe heâs supposed to sign some documents?â
âOh shit,â you blurt out, immediately setting down your half-finished tea and rushing out the door to speed-walk to your desk, ignoring Mr. Riâs demand for you to slow down.Â
With what little you know of your new boss, he seems like the type to not excuse tardiness, so you take your files, head to HR to retrieve some documents, and then proceed to Hoseokâs office. You try to catch your breath as you head towards the door, which opens before you get to knock, revealing Bitna, the Presidentâs assistant, who greets you with a sweet smile.Â
âHi, ___. I was just about to call you,â she says. âCEO Jeon is inside as well. Just walk in, theyâre waiting for you.â
You cross the small hallway as the door gently closes, and you stop in your tracks the moment you hear Jungkookâs voice.
âI still prefer my old assistant,â he says, obviously displeased. âHe was very organized, highly educated, and well-traveled. While this Ms. Cho didnât even study in a top university in Seoul. And Hoseok says she doesnât know any other foreign languages when thatâs one of my requirements.â
âSon, youâre being too harsh,â CEO Jeon chides. âMs. Cho is a top performing employee, very hardworking and dedicated. Sheâs worked here for eight years and she imbibes all our values; she knows the company culture and knows the ins and outs of things with how sheâs been exposed to them. Ask your cousin; Hoseok speaks highly of her.â
â___ is great, Kook. Sheâs incredibly organized and highly analytical and observant. She doesnât need a Seoul education to be good at what we need her to be good at,â Hoseok argues.Â
âI still want my old assistant. Itâs more convenient that way. Lucas already knows how I work and what I require of him,â Jungkook insists. âIâm just saying that I need things to be efficient and she and I canât be adjusting to each other when there are multiple projects that Iâd much rather give my attention to.â
âAnd Iâm saying that Ms. Cho probably knows more than you do when it comes to these projects,â the elder Jeon counters. âPlus, your old assistant would have to adjust to life in Seoul and thatâs harder. Itâs just not practical, especially since youâre due to start in a few days. You have other things to worry about. ___ is there to make your life easier. Give her that chance to do her job.â
âBut Iââ
âGood morning, gentlemen,â you greet, not wanting to hear whatever unfounded things that Jungkook has to say, even if you have your own preconceived notions about him which, you remind yourself, are partly founded. Barely five minutes in and you already canât stand his judgmental and entitled ass.Â
You walk towards the middle of the room where theyâre congregated on the couches, with the elder Mr. Jeon and Hoseok smiling at you while Jungkook merely glances at you, his jaw clenched, perhaps irritated at the fact that youâd overheard him completely misjudge and undermine your abilities without even knowing who you are.
âGood morning, Ms. Cho,â CEO Jeon says. âI know youâve seen him a few times but Iâd like you to officially meet my son and the new Vice President, Jungkook.â
Jungkook turns to you with a disinterested look but he doesnât meet your eyes. You bow as a sign of respect, even if itâs the last thing you think he deserves. Â
âMy pleasure, Mr. Jeon,â you respond. âI was told that youâd like to proceed with administrative matters this morning. I have all the documents with me and I can explain each one to you before you sign them. Iâve also consolidated all the things you need to know prior to your meetings next week,â you add, handing him an iPad. âThis has the resumes of each member of your management support team, including their professional and development goals. Mine are there as well, so you can read about my credentials and achievements in this company the past eight years, which I think have tremendously helped me in performing my duties satisfactorily. Thereâs also a folder of team profiles of each of the departments youâre overseeing. Youâll also find closure reports of completed projects from the past five years, progress reports of ongoing projects, and approved and working proposals of upcoming ones. Iâve included summaries and key figures for each of them. You may read them prior to your meetings, and if thereâs anything missing that youâd like me to include, I can have them ready by the end of the day.â
âHmm,â Jungkook hums, as he scrolls through all the folders youâve prepared for him.
In your periphery, you can see the other two men holding in smiles as you seemingly render the younger man speechless, but while he assesses all that youâve provided to him, youâre given time to observe the man seated before you. Other than his slightly longer hair, not much has changed from when you saw Jungkook in last yearâs gala.Â
As he drags his tongue across the inside of his cheek with his scrunched eyebrows in judgment, youâre reminded that this is the first time youâve seen him up close. And even from his angle, you can tell.Â
Heâs unfairly handsome.Â
Heâs got dark expressive eyes, soft-looking pink lips, and a sharp jawline that complement his lean figure. You understand why the staff are enamored by him even from afar and - if the rumors about him are true - why women would shoot their shot with him at clubs, in hopes theyâd be the lucky one heâd choose to be with for the night.
The illusion breaks, though, as he turns to you with a hardened gaze.Â
âIâm sure Iâll find something thatâs missing,â he states.
âIf theyâre relevant and necessary, I can have the files ready by today,â you respond, knowing full well that youâve included every possible document that would be of use to him.Â
âIâll be the judge of whatâs relevant and necessary, Ms. Cho,â he counters.Â
âOf course, Mr. Jeon,â you say, conceding. âWhatever it is, then Iâll make sure to have them ready for you as soon as possible.â
Jungkook hums in response, turning his attention to the HR documents this time, breezing through the text and ignoring your brief explanations of the contents before signing at the bottom of the pages. You inform him of sections heâs missed, and he groans at having been corrected but you donât mind. Heâs the one who chose to do all this now and in here, in front of his father and his cousin.
Once heâs done, he hands you the signed files and holds your gaze. âIs there anything else, Ms. Cho?â
âI suppose that is all, Mr. Jeon. Unless there are other things you want to assess, or people you want to ensure are qualified to assist you with your functions,â you say.Â
Jungkook huffs in displeasure. You can sense the tension build, as irritation paints his face. Itâs at that moment that his father chimes in, suggesting that you introduce him to his team.
âYou can maybe also orient him on the current projects and partnerships,â the older man says.Â
âThat can wait. Iâve had enough of engaging for today,â Jungkook responds, his voice cold, detached.Â
âIn that case, let me lead you to your floor, Mr. Jeon.â
You step back and wait for him to walk ahead, before you excuse yourself from the older men. You donât miss the sorry looks on their faces, and you give them a smile as if to say that itâs fine, that Jungkookâs someone you can handle, and his obvious displeasure towards having you as his assistant doesnât faze you. It doesnât change the fact that you wish he wasnât your boss though, or at least, that he wasnât such a jerk like what heâs being right now.
Walking behind him as you both head towards the elevator, you see the way he carries himself - hands in the pockets of his sleek black trousers, his eyes focused straight ahead, nothing like Hoseok who was always gesticulating as he spoke to you every time you walked side-by-side from one place to another.   Â
Jungkook stands in front of the doors, seemingly waiting for you to press the buttons and you do it before he could even express his annoyance. You stand in front this time, then make sure you hold the doors open for him to exit, and you resume your spot behind him as you walk down the hallway.Â
âOn the left are two small meeting rooms and one conference room,â you start, thankful that thereâs not much to tour him around on this floor, given that everything is exclusive to the Vice President. âOn the right is a seating room, and up ahead is an archive room. Down theââ
âIâve been here before, Ms. Cho,â Jungkook interjects as he looks at you blankly. âThis is my familyâs building; Iâm very much aware of how the floors look like.â
Not rattled by his disruption, you nod and smile, wanting to show him that whatever intimidation or humiliation heâs trying to make you feel isnât gonna work on you. You know if you show any sign of frustration, that will just give him a reason to have you replaced and despite your clear dislike for the man, you need this job, especially this position that allows you to pay your rent in a safe part of town and send money to your family every month. At this point, thatâs the only thing that will keep you going.
Approaching the management support office, you walk faster and make sure to enter the room before he does, signaling the team with your eyes that their new boss is coming, your silently frantic gaze telling them to be on their best behavior because their usual antics wonât work on Jungkook the way they did with Hoseok.Â
Once Jungkook appears, everyone bows and greets him, and you can sense them holding their breaths as they look up, taking him all in. You see him eye each person, and you can tell heâs already assessing them individually. You take it upon yourself to introduce each one, stating their name, where they studied and what course they took, describing their primary role in the team and their specific strengths. You see him follow your words, nodding and humming as you go, and you think heâs processing the information and making sure he remembers them.Â
There are no pleasantries; Jungkook just goes straight to the point.Â
âIâm sure you have concerns about having a new boss and the changes that come along with it. But Iâm here to tell you now that you should get over whatever those are, as Iâd like the adjustment period to be as short as possible,â he starts. âMy cousin is brilliant at his job and so am I, but we work very differently, so whatever you got used to doing with and for him, donât expect the same with me. I demand excellence and efficiency from each one of you because thatâs what I commit myself to and thatâs the only way that this team will be able to do its job. Am I clear?â
âYes, sir,â the team answers in unison.Â
âWe commit to those as well, Mr. Jeon,â Manager Lee says. âAs the head of your support team, I will make sure that all our deliverables are of high quality and that things will run smoothly so that we may properly do our job of assisting you.â
âThatâs good, and thatâs what I expect,â Jungkook says, nodding at everyone before walking out the door to head to his office, with you trailing him from behind.Â
âIs my room still being sanitized?â He turns to you.Â
âYes, sir.â
âWhy did it need to be sanitized? And why today?â
âItâs protocol, sir. We also had a sendoff for Mr. Jung yesterday so the room smelled of food. And he instructed for this to be done today so that I donât need to come here tomorrow, as he doesnât like any of his staff working during the weekend,â you reply. âThis should be finished this afternoon. Iâve also purchased the oil for your diffusers. The room will be ready for you by Monday.â
Jungkook merely hums and looks around, specifically at your designated area with your desk and shelves at the back, then takes a call before turning to you again to say that heâs heading out to meet his friends.
âIs there anything else you need, Mr. Jeon?â You ask, thankful that you donât have to deal with him for the rest of the day.
âNo.â
âOkay then, sir. Iâll meet you at your apartment at 6:30 AM on Monday. Is that time alright?â
âSure,â he responds, then turns around and starts walking out. âJust keep your phone on. I work during the weekend.â
Heâs gone before you can even respond, and you rush to the support office once youâve heard the elevator ding that indicates that heâs gone. When you get there, youâre greeted with everyoneâs frowns, with Do-hyun close to tears.
âI donât like him, ___. He looks so unapproachable and too serious!â She complains. âI miss Mr. Jung. Is there an opening in his team? Should I just resign?â
âAish!â You reprimand her. âDonât speak like that. And donât let those few minutes determine everything for you.â
âWell, those few minutes are enough to tell me that I donât like him. No matter how good-looking he is,â Chin-sun says.
âHe is, right!â Do-hyun chirps now, a complete 180 from seconds ago. âIâve seen him around but I didnât think heâd be even more handsome up close! It just sucks that heâs a grinch and that makes all the difference. Maybe thatâs why he doesnât have a girlfriend! Heâs probably too snobby andââ
âYah! You really need to stop it with those rumors,â you scold her this time. âThatâs your boss. His personal life is none of our business. Where do you even hear these things?â
âEvery washroom in this building, basically. Staff are always gossiping there, you know?â Do-hyun responds.Â
âAnd since when do we listen to gossip,â you scowl at her. âSure, heâs not our favorite person right now but we donât have the right to make claims about aspects of his life. And where are people even getting those ideas!â
âPeople talk, I guess,â she shrugs. âAnd heâs often spotted in clubs with those Kim brothers so maybe they see things. Iâm not saying theyâre all accurate⊠just that rumors often have some truth to them, you know?â
âNo, I donât, and we shouldnât be sticking our noses in places where they shouldnât be,â you say.
âFine, but itâs just a heads up,â Do-hyun says, turning serious now. âYouâre his executive assistant, and you have no choice but to stick your nose in places because personal and professional lines are often blurred in your situation, and thatâs just how our worldâs set up.â
âSheâs right,â Chin-sun chimes in. âI mean, you need to know his personal schedule, go to his apartment, do errands if you need to, maybe buy a box of condoms if he runs out⊠You just got lucky that Mr. Jungâs pretty chill and has a wife whoâs even nicer than he is. Your only problem was that he was damn scared of everything that moved and wasn't human.â
Youâd laugh at the last statement if you could, but you know theyâre both right. Hoseok wasnât perfect, and neither was his marriage, but it never reached a point where you had to be put in a compromising position because you were his assistant who, by nature of your work, had to be privy to some of his personal matters. The most involved you were was when he and A-yeong had an argument and they used you as their messenger, but even that was more of a miscommunication issue than anything serious. They apologized to you after and promised to never put you in that kind of situation again.
But with Jungkook as a single man, youâre unsure what personal business youâd end up being involved in. You just wish it wasnât something that would test your principles and cause you to lose your job. Regardless, whatever that would be isnât something you can even really talk about with others.
âWell, I donât wanna think about any of that right now,â you sigh, knowing youâve got enough to worry about, such as how youâre going to start surviving everyday assisting a man who clearly doesnât want you around.Â
But if heâs gonna be a hard-head about it, then youâre just going to have to match him. You got to where you are because youâre determined to prove yourself constantly, and youâll just show him that he needs you, and he doesnât really have a choice unless he wants to argue with his father.Â
You try to encourage your team once more and give Do-hyun that rare hug in comfort before going back to your desk, intent on finishing all the presentations for your briefing with Jungkook next week. You begin setting up his room by mid-afternoon, using a photo of his Singapore office as a basis since you were told that he prefers a certain style for his furniture and decor. Youâre no stylist but over an hour after you finish, you think you did pretty good. You were so into designing the space that you didnât notice the time fly by; before you know it, itâs 6PM, because you can hear A-yeong right outside calling for you.
âHi,â she chirps, hugging you in greeting. âAre you ready?â
âIâll just pack my things,â you say, walking to your desk.Â
A-yeong takes a peek at the room and praises your efforts. âThis looks so different from how it used to be. And thatâs good because those cousins have such different tastes. But I think Jungkook will like this. Heâs into the masculine and moody vibe, so good job, ___.â
You know that despite her kindness, she wouldnât lie, and you could only hope that sheâs right. You think it looks nice, but itâs what he thinks that matters; youâll just have to wait until Monday to find out.Â
As youâre about to leave, Hoseok appears in the hallway and asks how you are. Your scowl pretty much gives you away.
âIâm sorry about Jungkook, ___. Heâs stubborn and a hot-head sometimes but he isnât always like that, and this isnât me making excuses for him,â your former boss says.Â
âWhy, what did he do?â A-yeong asks worriedly.Â
âBasically implied that Iâm not qualified for this role, among other things,â you respond. âBut itâs okay. Not like I havenât heard that before.â
âAnd you know thatâs not true,â Hoseok comforts you. âHeâs not good with change, thatâs all, and you know how these appointments were all pretty short notice and heâs just been frustrated ever since. But whatever it is he said, donât take them to heart. Heâll get a word from me, and heâll definitely get one from his father.â
You want to say that itâs not easy to just disregard what Jungkook said; heâs your boss after all, and all that matters is what he thinks about you. But youâre not one to air out these feelings to Hoseok now that youâve experienced a bit of what itâs like, so you just shake your head and ask the older man to let it go.
âHeâs probably just tired,â you make an excuse this time, not wanting to discuss further with Hoseok. âAnd he had that assistant for over five years. I can understand wanting that familiarity and convenience. Iâm just gonna have to adjust; there are a lot of things going on right now and heâll need to focus on the projects, not his compatibility with his assistant.â
âBut that matters though,â Hoseok insists. âI got things done because we worked well together. Heâs gonna have to meet you in the middle with this one. And Iâll make sure that he does.â
âI know you said you want to look out for me but I donât think itâs a good idea if you intervene this time, Mr. Jung,â you say, letting him know youâre serious and you mean business. âIâll be okay, donât worry about me.â
You give him a comforting smile, and you hope itâs enough to quell Hoseokâs own worries and it works this time. He returns it before letting you and his wife go, and itâs the Thai dinner and incredible desserts that somehow make up for your not-so-great day.Â
You think the weekend will give you the peace you need to face your dreaded week - you do your errands and chores on Saturday and go to the market and watch a movie by yourself in the cinema the next day.Â
All it took was a text from Jungkook that Sunday evening, asking for copies of certain policies and disapproved proposals from the last five years, that just had to ruin it, as you spend the entire evening consolidating the files, making you already wish it was Friday.
Jungkookâs apartment building is one of the Jeon properties that you havenât been to yet, as itâs one of the newer massive residential structures that they built three years ago. You enter the sleek-looking lobby then submit your documents at the reception in exchange for your own access, and you internally marvel at how luxurious everything looks.Â
You get to the 42nd floor, and it seems that there are only two units here. You walk towards the one on the right, choosing to be on the safe side by ringing the doorbell. Itâs Monday, after all, and itâs your first time here; you donât want to just enter without him permitting you to do so.Â
Youâre about to press the button again after a minute of no response, when the door opens and you take a moment to process the sight before you.Â
There, standing just a few feet away, is Jungkook with nothing but a pair of black gym shorts on, his taut chest glistening in sweat, and his entire right arm covered in black and colored ink. His hair is damp and ruffled, and itâs probably due to the boxing heâd just done, as evidenced by the wraps on his knuckles and the way heâs panting heavily.Â
You get your senses back and look away, not wanting to look affected by his half-naked form, even if youâre the one who has to catch her breath this time because much as you dislike the man, you canât deny that his body is something that definitely deserves to be praised.Â
âYouâre here,â he speaks first, surprise laced in his voice as he takes in your obviously flustered form.
âI asked if 6:30 AM was a good time to come, Mr. Jeon,â you answer, glancing at him before looking at whatever you could behind him. âPerhaps I misheard your confirmation. I can wait downstairs if youâre not yet done with your exercise. My apologies for coming in early.â
You donât actually have anything to be sorry for; he did confirm the time, and heâs the one who decided that working out at this hour was a good idea, knowing that his assistantâs scheduled to come. You wouldâve appreciated it if he says you donât need to apologize, but he doesnât.
âItâs fine, I just finished,â he huffs.Â
He leaves the door open for you to enter then heads straight to the large room on the right, which looks to be an indoor gym. You allow yourself a few seconds to look at his retreating form, quietly gasping as his broad shoulders and slender waist blind you a little, then scolding yourself for doing so. You stay rooted by the kitchen and look around the spacious penthouse as you wait for him to return. He exits the gym wearing a loose white shirt now, combing his hair with his fingers as he drinks a bottle of water.
âSo, Mr. Jeon, uh, I would prepare Mr. Jungâs outfits for the week and then help his house staff make his breakfast. I run down his schedule as he eats. Are you okay with the same arrangement?âÂ
âSure. I just donât have any staff with me so youâre on your own. Iâm fine with anything though. Iâm not usually hungry in the morning,â he says before walking to the other side of the apartment.
You follow him, careful not to enter spaces youâre not given permission to, which is why you stand by his bedroom door before asking to come in.Â
âHow will you prepare my clothes from there?â He huffs. âOf course you can enter. Just be done before I finish taking a shower.â
You nod shyly and then head to the walk-in closet that thankfully has a separate door from the bathroom. Heâs already unpacked his clothes, although not everything has been organized. You spot a few suits that are ready to wear, and you fix those first, taking note of asking him if there are things he wants dry cleaned or pressed.Â
You leave his bedroom in time, hearing him slide open the door as you make it out, and proceed to make his breakfast. Thereâs really not much you can create with what little he has, so you make do with eggs and toast and whatever spread you find in his cupboard.
Jungkook walks into the kitchen not long after, the dark gray suit looking immaculate on him as you expected. Spotting his crooked necktie, you immediately walk up to him to fix it, unaware of how he holds his breath with how close you are. Noticing his body stiffen, you step back right away, apologizing for not asking permission first.Â
He looks away and says itâs fine, then sits on the spot at the dining table where youâve set up his meal. He stares at it for a good few seconds, prompting you to explain yourself.
âThatâs⊠thatâs all I could make with what you have, Mr. Jeon,â you say. âI can arrange for online groceries for you, as well as dry clean and pressing for your clothes andââ
âIâm having someone come in to clean my place and do all of that,â he says, as he takes a bite of his food. âSo, whatâs my week like?â
You start to enumerate the conference and lunch meetings heâll be having this week, including who theyâll be with and their purpose. Theyâre mostly with the department leads to discuss updates on processes and current projects, and youâre thankful that Hoseok involved you as much as he did, given that Jungkookâs questions are more specific than you expected.Â
Sure, heâs a Jeon and obviously works in the same company, but the Southeast Asian projects are different from the ones being implemented in South Korea, and while he used to oversee overall compliance to design standards, heâll now be in-charge of setting those very standards this time. As Vice President, heâll be involved in crafting policies; heâs also free to manage his own construction projects, and thatâs what the support team is for. Given his much more expansive role this time, there are more departments and projects to oversee, and definitely more executive decisions to make.Â
You suppose itâs why his questions donât stop, even after heâs cleaned up and you both find yourselves in the backseat of the car and on the way to the office. He looks through the iPad with all the files you gave him, and you see the notes heâs made on them as you turn to him to answer his queries. Even if you know that heâs also still assessing you - perhaps on your knowledge and attention to detail - you canât help but admire his thoroughness. You may have also cursed him in frustration for making you work on a Sunday, but he seems to have done way more than you, given that he went through all the documents over the weekend. You suddenly donât feel too annoyed.Â
But of course, he has to ruin it again.
âI need these annotated versions of the project and departmental documents ready before my meetings with the respective teams,â Jungkook says, his voice low and stern. âAnd I expect progress reports to be as detailed as possible, so make sure to check them first before they get to me. The ones you gave need revisions. I believe youâre trained enough to know immediately that these are lacking.â
âYes, sir,â you respond, noting his instructions on your notebook while internally yelling, given that youâre unsure of the need for them before the meetings.Â
Surely, he could give you some time to work on them, but with a meeting with one team in the afternoon and seven more the rest of the week, and on top of the other things you need to do for him, you already know youâll be cramming to get everything done.Â
You try to manage your breathing. Somehow, your habit of pressing your nails against your palm when you're stressed has miraculously come back today. It was something you developed while working under Mrs. Byun, which you eventually got over after working for Hoseok. You feel the anxiety build up, especially as you look at the half crescent marks on your skin, and itâs times like this that you wish your best friends were based in Seoul instead of Busan, so youâd at least have people to comfort you when things are a little tough.Â
Itâs not to say that work wasnât overwhelming before. It definitely was, but Hoseok always found a way to make everything bearable and he was always reasonable with what he demanded of you. Now youâre stuck with a man who already makes you feel like your hard work isnât enough.Â
You make it to the office with no other words said and a thick tension in the air. It follows you to the elevator and into Jungkookâs room, where he dismisses you so he can prepare for the first meeting of the day. You rush to your desk and get on with your tasks, making sure to work on the annotated project file that he needs by the afternoon.Â
Itâs an hour later when you find yourself in the conference room for the meeting with the management support team. You prepped them just 10 minutes earlier, and while you tried to hide your frustration, your unusual lack of energy told them enough that it wasnât exactly a good start of the day.Â
They come in one by one, and you take the time to prepare Jungkookâs coffee, remembering from his former assistantâs notes how he wants it. Heâd put it off earlier, given that he prefers to drink his protein shake after his workout, so this is the first time youâre doing it for him.
His eyes flit from the coffee in front of him to you as you place it on the table.
âTwo espresso shots and half teaspoon each of milk and sugar,â you state, wanting to confirm that you got it right.
He merely takes a sip, places it down again, and then starts the meeting.Â
How bold of you to assume that heâd thank you or even acknowledge it, as if heâd shown you even the tiniest amount of gratitude for anything you've done for him since Friday. Which he hasnât.Â
You let it go and proceed to sit next to him, your eyes and ears ready for what you already predict is gonna be a long meeting.Â
It ends over three hours later. As you expected, he had a lot of questions. He made sure that each member had time to explain their current tasks and how they will monitor the projects assigned to them. You didnât miss the way heâd acknowledged them with âgoodâ and âwell done,â and thanked them after they finished. He only nodded at you after your turn, with his eyes barely meeting yours, and for all the confidence you built over the past three years, you canât process how itâs his non-acknowledgment thatâs just going to undo all that. And quite frankly, youâre unsure if thatâs on him or if thatâs on you.Â
Half of the meeting was spent discussing the big project that he wants to take on as Vice President. Thereâs a property they recently acquired - a non-operational arts center that he wants to revive by adding a performance hall, small theaters, a grand library, function rooms, and a permanent exhibition presenting the buildings that his family had developed over the years to showcase their architectural designs.Â
You saw the excitement in your team membersâ faces. Hoseok took over with several unfinished projects so you all had to focus on those. Aside from Manager Lee, this is the first time that youâre all handling something new and different. Even you felt the excitement creep in, a welcome emotion given how your dayâs been going, but that shattered once he said that he wants it done by June of next year in time for an International Media Festival happening in August. The 12-month period heâs giving is too short with everything he wants to do, and you saw that the team felt the same.Â
You go to them after Jungkook leaves for a lunch meeting, and their sighs and pouty faces tell you enough. Mr. Lee does his job of encouraging the team, and you add that youâre all gonna be supporting each other through it all. Sure, youâd have to match Jungkookâs ambition and thoroughness, but you should all take it as a challenge.Â
Youâre clearly not convinced yourself as the words come out of your mouth, but you donât have time to debrief with them, as you still have that meeting with the design department that you have to prepare for. You take two biscuits and a cup of tea, and you decide that this is enough to last you throughout lunch, given that youâll be spending the entirety of it working on the files.Â
You donât realize that an hour and a half have passed until you hear footsteps and see Jungkookâs form appear in the hallway. You stand to greet him, with him asking if youâre done with the annotated documents.Â
âIâll send it in five minutes, sir,â you say, hoping heâll at least give you that.Â
âOkay,â he responds. âCome to my office after youâve sent it.â
âYes, sir,â you say, quickly finishing the last two pages once he closes the door.Â
You rush to get everything done and click send, then you head to his office and prepare yourself for more questions. Itâs quiet inside as you watch him behind the desk, with his legs crossed and his eyebrows furrowed as he reads the document. You answer one of his questions and itâs at that moment when your very empty stomach decides to make itself known.
You freeze on your spot, as the grumbling sound starts low, getting louder for a few beats before it temporarily stops. Your eyes widen in embarrassment, and you press your belly so hard with your fingers in hopes that that would do anything, even if youâre too far gone at this point. Your only hope is that it was all in your head, but Jungkookâs eyes flitting to you tells you otherwise. The only other sound in his room is the air purifier, but itâs not remotely loud enough to drown out your intense hunger.Â
It goes again, and all you can do is look away; humiliating yourself was definitely not the plan for your first day as Jeon Jungkookâs assistant.
âDo you need to step away, Ms. Cho?â He asks, not meeting your eyes.Â
âOh, itâs not⊠uh,â a bowel emergency or something, you want to say. âI just had a busy lunch break.âÂ
You settle for that, a hint that youâd spent its entirety doing something in such a short notice. Hoseok would always be apologetic whenever he had you do something during your break; he always made up for it with a nice meal as thanks. You doubt youâd get anything close to that from this man.
Jungkook hums and surprisingly doesnât ask for anything else. He dismisses you and orders you to go ahead and prepare the conference room for the next meeting, and you do just that, dropping by the pantry for a muffin that you eat in four bites, in hopes that it would be enough to shut your stomach for the next three hours.Â
Right as you exit, Jungkook picks up his phone to make a call. And then another one.
âMr. Ri, please pick up the pastries that Ms. Cho ordered at the food hall,â he instructs his chauffeur. âSheâs too busy right now.â
âWill do, Mr. Jeon.â
Taking minutes of a meeting when youâre starving is not a good thing. You know this because youâve done this so many times, like during monthly executive meetings and the quarterly board meetings that have you spread out thin. Itâs also not rare to miss out on lunch because thereâs a report to finish or a site to visit; during events, you go on a day with having barely eaten anything.Â
But just because youâre used to it, it doesnât mean that your body has fully adapted, because here you are, eyeing the croissants in front of you, your mouth watering at the gloss and softness of the pastry. Theyâre so tempting and also out of reach, given that you need to be entirely focused on the discussion that youâre documenting, and munching on something is out of the question. You donât even know where this is from and you think maybe the design department called for snacks but itâs really not helping your concentration.
You hope the way youâre nibbling your lips doesnât give you away, but Yoongi from across the table picks it up, as you get a notification of his message.
[From: Min Yoongi] you didnât have lunch, did you?Â
You ignore the prompt on your laptop and respond to him with a look instead. You know your pouty lips will give him his answer, and he merely shakes his head at the confirmation.Â
You do your best to shut out the sight and scent of the food before you, absorbing instead the discussion so you can note this down properly with just minimal edits needed. You have a lot of documents to work on for the next few days after all, and thatâs on top of the file reorganization that Jungkook asked you to do.Â
It works after you hang on by a thread for two and a half hours, a little earlier than you expected to finish. All you want is to sneak out that croissant and maybe some tarts, too, but your heart breaks when you look up and find the boxes empty.Â
You let out a sigh, relieved that your boss didnât hear you because heâs already on the phone and heading out the door. But itâs that same time that a plate of food appears in front of you, and it feels like the gates of heaven have opened. Youâre not surprised anymore to find out who itâs from.
âEat,â Yoongi says from next to you. âI could see your hands shaking from across the table.â
âWhat about you?â You ask, your lips in a pout once more.Â
âYou know I donât eat these things,â he shrugs.
He doesnât, and you know this, too. You also know he called dibs on these earlier, seeing as his staff were quick to get them, and heâd saved these so he could give them to you.Â
âTen years later and youâre still trying to make sure I eat, huh?â You say, nudging him with your hips to tease.
âIf I donât, who would?â He responds, walking out of the conference room with you. âYou have a bad habit of not doing that.â
âWell, duty calls. What can I do?âÂ
âTake care of yourself even if itâs hard,â he replies.Â
âSays the man who rarely does it himself,â you chuckle.Â
âYou know, the best advice I give are the ones I donât actually follow, so disregard the fact that I donât even do what I say because they apparently work,â he says. âBut I mean it, ___. Eat this now.â
âThanks, Yoongi,â you smile, taking a piece of pastry and eating it in two bites.Â
Your puffed out cheeks cause him to laugh, and despite still being hungry after this, you suppose itâs enough to not make you faint at this moment.Â
âAnd eat a proper dinner, okay?â He follows up.
âIâll be off late, so Iâll just grab something from the convenience store,â you say. âThatâs as proper as I can afford tonight.â
âAish, fine,â he shakes his head. âBut let me get you coffee at least. Those tarts wonât taste as good without one.â
âThat would be life-saving,â you dramatically say. âWhat did I do to deserve a friend like you?â
âDonât know. I mean, Iâm not that great,â he shrugs.Â
You playfully roll your eyes. âIâll save the compliments once I have the coffee.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â he feigns annoyance, gesturing for you to get back to your desk then walking the other direction.Â
You take your seat and clean up the document, deciding that youâll just review the meeting minutes tomorrow so you can get on with other pressing matters. Itâs 20 minutes later when Yoongi returns, a tall cup of coffee on one hand and a banana loaf on the other.
âThis is all they have left,â he says. âI hope it can last you until tonight.â
âIt will,â you smile. âThank you again. No one looks out for me here as much as you do. And that means a lot, more than you know. I donât think I wouldâve survived all these years without you.â
âWow, all because of coffee and snacks,â he laughs, teasing.Â
âItâs a fair trade. You feed me during my greatest need, I boost your ego,â you tease back.Â
âYeah, whatever,â Yoongi huffs in submission, but you know he enjoys it.Â
Youâre thankful that after everything thatâs happened, youâre still able to maintain the friendship that you created when you were a mere intern and he was just starting out his career.Â
âAnyway, Iâm quickly meeting Jungkook and I need the portfolio of the contemporary arts institution joint project from 2019. It was VP-led so I assume itâs still here? Unless itâs in the archive room,â he continues.
âItâs within five years so it should be here,â you say, turning to the shelf behind you to confirm.Â
You spot what you need and make the attempt to pull it out but your fingers barely even touch the rack.
âNeed help?â Yoongi asks.
âAnd what help could you give, huh?â You tease again, earning you a playful groan.
âYou brat.â
You laugh and pull out the small stool you keep for times like this.Â
âJust make sure I donât fall and embarrass myself further today,â you say, climbing up the steps then pulling out the heavy folder.Â
You feel Yoongiâs arm move from where it was near your waist to over your head, as he lightens the load. You both try to balance it and laugh at your distorted faces in the process, and itâs moments of relief like this one that youâre glad youâre afforded after a long day like today.Â
From inside the room, Jungkook sees you through the window, your eyes crinkling as you laugh along with Yoongi, head of the design department and one of his very few friends in the company. It catches him off guard, as he realizes that since meeting you last Friday, heâs never seen you laugh, much less smile or even have an expression that isnât agitated or serious.
He knows that thatâs probably on him. Heâd spoken ill of you after all, something he regretted once he saw the frustration on your face when you made it known that you were in the room with them and had definitely heard everything he said. But heâd been tired and HR confirmed that he could bring Lucas over as his assistant; CEO Jeon was the one who vetoed that decision.Â
Jungkook had already mentally prepared himself for the ease of his transition, knowing that heâd be assisted by someone who knows how he works and the quality of outputs he expects, only to come here and be told by his father that the current staff will stay, and that you - someone heâd only heard of as Hoseokâs assistant - will be the one assisting him from now on. Your resume didnât even impress him.
Jungkook doesnât like change and when he has to undergo it, he needs as much of what was familiar and convenient to remain; thatâs the only bit of control he can have and he hates not being in control of things. You just happened to unluckily be at the receiving end of his anger.
But unlike what he expected, you stood up to him in the subtle ways you could. Heâs been so used to people just following him, partly because his way is always the best but also because he commands that respect, and he knows his capabilities enough to know that he deserves it as well. So when you answered back, he felt rattled and just a little bit uneasy. He was unable to backtrack after, but he didnât really plan to.
That doesnât mean that he didnât plan on being a bit of a jerk today, too. Heâd been exhausted working over the weekend after going through all the files you gave him that he snoozed his alarm so many times and ended up doing his workout later than he intended. When you rang the doorbell and stood by his door with your skirt and satin top, he suddenly felt lightheaded.
He mentally smacked himself once the thought that your pastel colored outfit brought out your eyes more than the monochrome ensemble from last week floated in his head. He just hated that not only are you thorough with your work, you have to be beautiful, too. Heâd never admit to anyone that both of those things make him nervous, and itâs the only reason why he thinks he needs to establish his authority so that he doesnât get rattled the next time you counter him.
Thatâs why he demanded more work, which he didnât intend to take up so much of your time, like your lunch break. Heâd seen how your hands shook while you were taking notes during the meeting, prompting him to end the meeting early so you can have something to eat of what heâd bought but heâd left before he could find out if there was anything left for you.Â
Maybe there wasnât enough, as he also witnessed Yoongi hand you what seemed like food with coffee that the man also got for you just minutes ago. The smile you gave him was bright and sincere. Jungkook doesnât think heâd ever see that directed at him, considering how heâd been to you on his first day, but maybe thatâs also good; that could be his defense. Maybe itâd help quell that initial attraction that he doesnât want and cannot allow at all to grow.
It doesnât mean it doesnât agitate him to see you a bit too close with his friend, because with the way you seem so comfortable and with the way that Yoongi sports that rare smile, it almost feels like thereâs something there.
Jungkook is the son of the CEO, and having personal relationships within the company isnât exactly advisable, but heâd gone to university with Yoongi and their introverted personalities instantly clicked. The older man is perhaps the only non-relative company employee that Jungkook kept in touch with when he was in Singapore, not that he even really talked much to his family outside of work anyway.
But in all the years of their friendship, his friend never mentioned any relationship - nor the makings of one - with another staff member. Jungkook hates how his curiosity is slowly getting to him. Maybe a few more moments would tell him more, but something about the scene happening outside his room is making him nervous and uneasy, so he decides to step in.
âHey, Yoon,â he says as he opens the door. âCan we discuss now? I have to meet my parents for dinner in an hour.â
Your bubble with Yoongi bursts at the sound of Jungkookâs voice, and you immediately return to your seat. Your friend nods at you then enters the room, leaving you the peace and quiet you need to plop down on the floor for a quick snack of your loaf before going back to work, glancing inside every once in a while to see how the two are going, and perhaps confirm the friendship that you didnât expect the two would have.
âThis building is a good starting point,â Yoongi agrees with Jungkook. âIf this is the general feel you want for the Arts Center, I can look into other projects and designs and come up with ideas. Iâll just ask ___ for the files I need.â
âYou two seem close,â Jungkook says too quickly.Â
Leaning back against the chair, Yoongi processes the question that he didnât expect heâd hear. More than that, he tries to read whatâs underneath it, knowing that his friendâs tone of voice and feigned stoic expression mean something more.
âYou could say that,â Yoongi replies. âShe did say that no oneâs looked out for her here as much as I have. And that she wouldnât have survived all these years without me.â
âSo youâre actually friends?â
âYes.â
âWere you more?â
Yoongi chuckles, the question giving him the answer heâs looking for. Jungkook may often be too serious but he can be transparent sometimes, too.
âDoes it matter?â The older man asks.
âJust donât want to be surprised, thatâs all,â Jungkook shrugs. âIf thereâs an employee relationship happening under my nose, I should at least know.â
âIt happens here a lot,â Yoongi responds. âI mean, it gives people something to gossip about but itâs how things are - work sucks sometimes and we want someone to hold at the end of a terrible day.â
Feeling like he wonât get an answer to a question that Jungkook doesnât know why he felt the need to ask in the first place, he just shakes his head to concede.Â
But itâs what prompts Yoongi to reply.Â
âWe met when she was just an intern,â he says. âWe used to take the same bus then found out we both came from Daegu. Then she was employed and we were both on the logistics team before I was reassigned and she got the EA role.â
Jungkook merely hums, taking in the information.
âI also asked her out before,â Yoongi continues, earning him a surprised look from the younger man. âYou just canât help what you feel sometimes, you know? But she turned me down, said she didnât want to lead me on because she didnât feel anything more. She also doesnât like being involved with a co-worker, so yeah.â
âHow are you still friends?â
âAsks the guy whoâs still friends with his ex,â Yoongi laughs.
âChaerin and I are civil, thereâs a difference. And we havenât spoken in years.â
âYou loved her, though,â Yoongi counters. âI never got to that point.â
âThis isnât about me,â Jungkook huffs.Â
Knowing itâs a topic that his friend doesnât like talking about, Yoongi relents. âI moved on. That was years ago,â he says. âAnd it seemed like she needed someone. I mean, sheâs not from here and her friends arenât here, either. She appreciated the friendship even if she said she didnât think she deserved it. I guess that made me really get over her, you know? Thatâs all she wanted and needed from me; it was better than not having her around.â
âHow brave,â Jungkook remarks.Â
âYou mean mature?â Yoongi corrects. âYes, thatâs what I am, and itâs the best I could be for her. Especially since sheâs got a boss who makes her miss lunch because somehow, thereâs just so much to do for your first day on the job.â
âDonât remind me,â Jungkook groans.Â
âI will. Only so you could feel bad.â
âI already do. Thatâs why IâŠâ
âBought the pastries,â Yoongi finishes. âI mean, I didnât order them.â
âWas any even left for her?â Jungkook sighs, remembering how he was internally screaming for you to just get from the box and heâd been the jerk to not offer you some even if it was technically for you.
âSort of. I put some aside for myself so I could give them to her.â
âYou sure you donât like her anymore?â Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, an attempt to hide his uneasiness over something he doesnât understand. He finds you attractive, thatâs it. He doesnât know why his mind searches for more answers.
âYou donât have to like someone romantically to be nice to them, you know?â Yoongi responds. âAnd she needed it. Heavens know the support sheâd need now that she has to deal with your rude ass.â
Jungkook sighs, but the remark is a welcome one because he did tell Yoongi not to treat him differently just because heâs the Vice President now. He also partly agrees. But he sees the effort; his friend wouldnât call him out for how he does things, so the most he would do is offer help to you. And Jungkook could maybe take advantage of that, as Yoongi stands up to leave.
âHey, could you, uh, grab dinner for her at the food hall? And not say itâs from me?â
âThe food hallâs closed,â Yoongi says.
âThe cafe down the street, then?â
âYou canât be fucking serious,â the older man groans.Â
But Yoongi knows his friend, knows the distance he creates from the people around him, knows his need to have control over everything, including his feelings, and knows the walls he builds because itâs easier to keep others out rather than do the hard task of letting them into a space thatâs become comfortable because heâs been the only one inside for so long.
So Yoongi does as heâs asked. He takes the money then heads to the cafe to order pork cutlets and curry. He returns and sets them on your desk to your surprise, and you ask what itâs for.
âJust thought you deserve more than just convenience store instant noodles and gimbap given the day youâve had,â he says.Â
âHey, those are delicious,â you pout, but wanting to melt at how good the rice bowl smells. âBut thank you, again. I owe you a lot, Yoongi. I mean it.â
âJust make sure to eat on time so I donât have to buy your dinner again,â he teases. âI mean it. You have to stay healthy, okay?â
âOkay,â you smile brightly. âGet home safe tonight.â
Jungkook glances out the window and holds back a smile himself at how innocent and genuinely happy you look. Thereâs this joy that you seem to enjoy to yourself and he sees that, he understands that. And somehow thatâs enough to lessen the guilt for now.Â
He still doesnât know if heâll ever see that smile directed at him or if heâd ever want that because of how disarming it is. But seeing it from afar is enough; itâs trivial and short enough to let him bask in it without having to climb out of his walls. Heâll watch you from behind, he thinks. He just wishes he doesnât push you away in the process.
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Hey !
So I've just come out of a week with an absolutely awful cold where I lost my voice and it was absolutely exhausting.
So, if you'd like I wanted to request a poly!marauders x sick reader with fluff and coddling when reader lost her voice and they're being overprotective and soft . Maybe emt!marauders? As you'd like âšïž
Thank you đ đž
Ugh hope you feel better soon my love <3
modern au
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠915 words
Siriusâ thumb draws circles into the fat of your hip, your head heavy against his chest. Youâre letting your cheek smush against the material of his shirt, your entire body lax with lethargy. You really feel mostly fine, but itâs difficult not to indulge in some self-pity when your boyfriends are treating you so tenderly.Â
âAre you tired, love?â Remusâ voice is low and dulcet, his eyes honey-colored in the afternoon light spilling through the window as he watches you from his chair.Â
âNo,â you rasp. His eyebrows stitch together compassionately. âJust comfortable.âÂ
You can very nearly feel the smugness emanating from Sirius at that. He kisses the top of your head, and Remus rolls his eyes at whatever face heâs made that you canât see.Â
âDo you want to try to gargle some saltwater before you have your tea?â Remus asks.Â
You sigh, sinking further into Siriusâ side. âMaybe later.âÂ
âOh, sweetheart, please stop.â James hisses through his teeth as he carries in a steaming cup of tea. âIt hurts me when you talk, you sound so awful.âÂ
You shoot him a wry lookâthanksâand Sirius grins.Â
âI think you sound dead sexy,â he whispers conspiratorially.Â
You laugh, and even that sounds warped and awful. âYeah?â you say, reaching up for the tea as James passes it to you. Your voice squeaks, cracking horrifically. âJust like this?âÂ
âPrick.â James sits down beside you on the couch, kicking halfheartedly at Siriusâ leg. âDonât encourage her.âÂ
You have to quell your giggling before you trust yourself to take a sip of your tea. Itâs so sweet you think it might be half honey, not that youâre complaining; the effect is immediate relief for your raw throat. Remus unpauses the film you were watching, and James pulls one of your feet into his lap, massaging it like a stress ball through the material of your fuzzy sock. Sirius is still drawing heavy circles into your hip, and despite your claims of alertness, youâre well on your way to actually falling asleep when you notice Remus has turned subtly away from the TV and appears to be scrutinizing you.Â
âWhat?â you ask.Â
âSweetheart,â James begs, his fingers tensing around your foot, âplease.âÂ
âYou really wonât let me check your throat for strep?â Remus asks.Â
For Jamesâ sake, you confine your response to a shake of your head.Â
âWhy not?â he presses, fully turning his back on the film. âIf it was strep, we could get you some medicine. I donât like seeing you sick, dove.âÂ
You send him a sorry little smile, but your answer hasnât changed.Â
âWhy donât you let him just have a look?â James coaxes. Siriusâ free hand comes up, laying flat over your forehead as he checks again for a fever.Â
âBecause itâs gross,â you say. James winces but doesnât complain. âAnd because I think my breath must be awful. Itâs only been a couple of days anyway.âÂ
âIt could be a lot longer if it is strep throat and you donât treat it,â Remus points out.
James leans closer to you, beckoning. âGive me a breath, and Iâll let you know if itâs horrid.âÂ
âNo!â you lean away from him, laughing.Â
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecââ Sirius takes the opportunity to get his index finger in your mouth, wedging it between your teeth.Â
âSirius!â you squeak, all the sâs of his name reduced to vague shushing sounds. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
James and Remus snicker at your lisping, but Sirius is the picture of cool composure, watching you steadily as you wrap your hand around his wrist. You give a tug, but he curls his finger around the inside of your bottom teeth and holds fast.Â
âI could sit like this all day,â he says, disgustingly proud of himself, âor you could let Remus check your throat for pesky little spots.âÂ
You stare him down. The problem with Sirius is, he stares right back, and itâs difficult to feel very intimidating when youâve got his finger sticking out of your mouth. He drops one eyelid in a wink. Youâre loath to give into his smugness, but after a few seconds you roll your eyes.
James takes your tea from you as Remus comes forward, getting out his phone light and stooping over you, and you allow Sirius to tip your mouth open.Â
âUgh, rank!â he jokes, immune to the glare you send his way. Remus ignores you both, steadying himself with a hand at your jaw as he peers inside your mouth.Â
âStick your tongue out, dove?â he requests, and you do, heat creeping up your neck. James squeezes your foot sympathetically.Â
âI think,â Remus says softly, brows furrowing as he looks a moment longer, âyouâre in the clear.âÂ
You let out a little cough, curling towards your chest as he steps away and James and Sirius cheer.Â
âTold you,â you canât help but say, voice scraping.Â
âYou were right, angel,â James indulges you, squeezing up the length of your calf. âSo what does this mean?âÂ
Remus shrugs. âThat itâs probably not strep throat. Could be anything else, we likely wonât know unless it gets worse.âÂ
âSteady diet of tea and honey?â Sirius asks gravely.Â
âCertainly,â James answers in the same serious tone. âAnd rest. Lots of rest. Probably shouldnât move on her own.âÂ
âSo, business as usual,â you joke. Remus chuckles as Sirius stamps a kiss on the crown of your head.Â
âSmart girl,â he praises. âGlad the feverâs not gone to your head yet.âÂ
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