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Weekly Pond Newsletter
What's so funny about this gif is I searched for "SPN apocalypse" and this was in the top row of the search results. đ€Ł
On a more serious note, though, this week has been just A LOT for many people. We feel you. Our flabber has been completely gasted, our dumb is well founded, our gobs have been thoroughly smacked, and our asses are so tonished you could see your reflection in them. Though we usually don't like political talk in our waters, we have loosened the reins a bit this week, allowing it in the #funky-town channel as long as it remains respectful. People need to process current events, and sometimes it's necessary to talk to get through things.
Besides talking things out, though, we want to encourage you all to KEEP WRITING. We know that what we're feeling right now is exhausting, but the world needs writers of fantasy like us more than ever. We all need a break from reality, and what's a better distraction than sexy times with our favorite SPN characters? Or cuddle sessions in the Dean Cave? Maybe a little cloud-seeding? And no one would blame a writer for maybe sending Rowena to D.C. in January, or perhaps letting Chronos kill a few folks to zap us forward a few years.
We know you're tired. We're tired. We're sad. We're fearful. But do not let what's happening suck all the joy out of the world. We must keep our candles lit in the darkness. If you feel yours going out, let us share ours with you. đ
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apparently yellow/orange backgrounds are also common when i draw these two
#toontown#toontown corporate clash#ttcc#cathal bravecog#cathal ray toby bravecog#multislacker#graham payser#graham ness payser#pacesetter#and why they ourple#strawglicks art gallery#cw eyestrain#OK SORRY lots of posts made in the past like 12 hours#this is the last one for a bit. besides reblogs#i felt like there was too much complaining n stuff in the last few posts#and i just dont want the space to be TOO negative . i dont wanna come off that way#i understand its my blog and i can do what i want and this is irrational but regardless . have a cute art post LMAO
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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.
He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.
And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.
And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.
Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.
Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."
There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.
It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.
Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.
At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.
"Do you like to do anything?"
Nothing. Just silence.
Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.
Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.
Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.
And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.
He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.
Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.
So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.
"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"
"Don't."
He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.
Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"
"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."
It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"
The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."
Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."
And they fall back into silence.
Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."
He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.
(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)
At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.
Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.
("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")
(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)
(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)
It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."
The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."
The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.
When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.
Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.
"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."
When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.
Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc prompt#man i just really need more dpdc stuff where danny and bruce have a good relationship. like man i NEED it. like i need to see these two#bonding together. and not in a cracky 'oh danny is a distant friend/cousin/etc' stuff but like. active participants in each other's lives#or as active as can be in this case. i neeeeed these two getting along and caring about one another#this idea came to me like last night and hasn't left since nd it was driving me up the wall to think about both positively and negatively b#i neeeded someone to hear about this or i was gonna implode#danny is the first son#tried to just get the general gist of the idea down but i definitely thought of the idea that bruce lowkey suspects vlad for having a hand#Vlad allows Danny to sneak off because he thinks Danny is alone. if he knew Bruce was there he'd be piiisssed and would put a stop to it#Sam and Tucker are alive they just got ghosted for a bit by danny bc he was in Major Grief and didn't wanna socialize. He couldn't go to#them because he didn't wanna put them in danger via Vlad.#oh that thing he handed Bruce? Yeah that's his ghost core. I have a headcanon (that isnt always applied) that ghosts can take their cores#out of their bodies at will and painlessly and without issue. and its common practice actually to do so bc they can be a not insignificant#distance away from said core before problems start to act up. and its common for ghosts to leave their physical cores at their lairs for#safekeeping because as long as the physical core is fine: so is the ghost. they can reform if their body gets destroyed. it also acts as a#fast travel sometimes. where they can reform at their core in an instant. its not inspired in the slightest by SU but i do see the overlap#most cores are pretty small for safety sake: its harder to hit if its small. and they're pr resilient too but its better to be safe than#sorry. so yeah. danny essentially gave bruce the physical embodiment of his soul and indirectly said#'if anything happens to me at least i'll be safe with you'#danny doesn't know he's batman btw#starry rambles.#was gonna go into danny becoming a vigilante beside bruce but im sleeeepy so i'll do that in a reblog. he's gonna go by nightingale if#anyone is interested. stereotypical but to be frank it is a *good* name imo. has a good amount of syllables and consonants to it#and the bird theme. and since its part of an ancestral name it has even more backing for it being bird-y without being meta
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Breaking point
⊠Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader
⊠Word count: ~2,5k
⊠Rating: Explicit
⊠Warnings/tags: Dub-con (proceed with caution if this might trigger you), pwp, smut and a bit of fluff at the end, possessive/protective!bucky, degredation (slut, fuck doll, cum-bucket), grinding, choking, spitting, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, pet name (sweetheart).
⊠Summary: Bucky is done with you going out with losers.
⊠Note: This used to be called I will kill them if they touch you but I never liked that title so I renamed it! Also, you guys didn't know what you were voting for, but it was the banner for this story! Please reblog and comment! Asks are always welcome đ
Masterlist | AO3
"Please don't scare this one away as you did last time," you beg and look at Bucky's reflection in the bathroom mirror. He makes a face where he's leaning against the door frame behind you and then sighs when you give him a look. "He wasn't worth shit if he didn't wanna fight for you," he points out.
Now it's your turn to sigh and you cross your arms, glaring at him. "He isn't supposed to fight for me on a first date. We're supposed to have a good time and hopefully fuck." Bucky's mouth hardens, and he looks away. He doesnât like that, at all.
Ever since you became roommates he's been very protective of you, helping you with the smallest things, driving you everywhere you need to go, even if you can drive yourself. Sometimes it's overbearing but most of the time it's nice to have someone care for you like that.
Unfortunately, recently he's picked up a habit of intimidating the people you go on dates with. He stands behind you when they come to pick you up, and his large frame and cold stare make many of them cower. A few have turned around right away, others have asked if that's your boyfriend or something, thinking it was some type of open relationship/cuckold situation.
"Don't say shit like that," Bucky says through gritted teeth. "I don't wanna think about you fucking other people." You can't help the teasing smile that cracks your face. "Makes you jealous?" With a huff, Bucky pushes off and leaves you to continue.
Two hours later your makeup is done and your hair fixed to perfection. You sit on the couch in shorts and a t-shirt, with a glass of wine, waiting until the last minute to put on the skin-tight dress. While scrolling on your phone, Bucky sits beside you with a beer. "So where's the loser taking you?" "Don't care,â you shrug. âHonestly, my priority tonight is to get laid. The previous ones were a little too⊠bland. But he seems promising." "What do you mean, bland?"
Putting your phone down you look at him, "You don't wanna hear this anyway, you'll just get mad," you point out. "I don't get mad," he defends. "Pfff, you're such a liar, I can see it in your eyes whenever I mention another guy." "Because you deserve the best and all I've seen is trash."
Irritated, you put your glass down too. "Why don't you pick for me then? Who would James Bucky Barnes deem worthy of fucking me?"
The grip on his beer is so hard his knuckles whiten and his lips are a thin line. When he doesn't answer you lean back and start to count people off.
"Well, Steve seems a bit too sweet for my taste but I mean I would not mind trying a slice of that all-American beefcake," you muse. "Sam is so charming and funny! That quick tongue would probably work wonders, if you know what I mean," you wink and watch as Bucky's eye twitch, his jaw clenched hard.
"Tony," you continue. "Well, he seems a little self-absorbed but maybe he's a really selfless lover. Won't hurt to check!" "Loki is so handsome," you bite your lip. "I would surrender my body to him in a heartbeat! But I've heard that he leaves people high and dry and that would be awful."
Tilting your head, you say, "Do you think Thor and Jane would be up for a threesome? I can just imagine eating her out while he fucks me from behind and then we could-"
With a slam he puts the bottle on the table and grabs your face with his hand forcefully, silencing your tirade of words and squeezing your cheeks so that your lips pucker.
The grip is close to bruising and it's an instant pull in your lower stomach. His eyes are black with anger, something you've never seen directed at you before. "No one," he hisses. "Not one of them is fucking you, I will kill them if they touch you."
His hand releases you and grabs your neck instead. You're shocked, and instantly so horny it hurts. Opening your mouth to speak he squeezes harder, making a wheezing sound come out.
"I'll give you a chance to stop this. Tell me right now you don't want this and we'll act as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I'm fucking you into this couch until you can't remember your goddamn name." When he finishes his grip lightens. The rush of blood makes you euphoric and boneless. You want to give yourself to him, let him do whatever he wants. "Fuck me," you whisper.
The kiss is more teeth than lips and the hold around your throat hardens again. You try to keep up with him but it's impossible as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, claiming every inch, making you lightheaded with the lack of oxygen. You gasp for air as he pulls away, releasing you. His gaze is brimming with lust and want now, all signs of anger gone. Then he pushes you down onto the couch.
"You're a kinky little slut, aren't you sweetheart?" he mocks and leans in over you, spreading your legs with his. All you can do is nod and try to wiggle close so you can press your center against his clothed cock. It's clearly outlined in his sweatpants and you hope it's as big as it seems. "If I put my hand down your pants, are you gonna be wet for me?" "Yes Bucky," you whine.
The throbbing is almost unbearable and his smirk is downright sinful. "Come on, rub yourself on me, show me how much you want it." With another whine, you brace yourself against the couch and lift your hips. He doesn't move a muscle to help as you struggle to find the right position.
"That's disappointing," Bucky smacks his lips and frowns. "Thought you wanted this." "I do Bucky, I do, please I'm trying," you tell him desperately. With effort, you get into a good enough position to grind your cunt on his cock through the layers of clothing. It's not nearly enough to curb the ache.
"Useless," Bucky sighs and grabs your legs. "Do I have to do everything?" He pushes your knees up towards your chest, folding you in half and pushing his cock right into your core.
"Sorry," you moan. His mean words have only made you needier and you move yourself against him with abandon. Bucky is motionless above you, not making a sound or saying a word, just staring at you chasing your high. Your movements turn unsteady when you start to come close.
If you were of sound mind you would notice the glint in his eyes but instead, youâre barreling towards your climax. Until he suddenly moves away.
Gawking you stare at him and he just smiles wickedly in return. "Take off your clothes, spread your legs" he instructs and you quickly pull your pants off and discard your t-shirt and underwear, spreading your legs as best you can on the couch. Bucky takes in your bare body, moving his hands slowly down your thighs until his palms frame your pussy.
"Fucking shaved for him too,â he notes with a snarl. You're not sure why that upset him. "Sorry!" you say, just to be safe.
"I don't need your hair curled, your make-up done or your whole body shaved. I will fuck you anyway, sweetheart, no matter what you look like because you belong to me," he growls before he spits on your cunt, sending a rush through you, making you moan and spread your legs even more.
For the first time, he touches you properly, letting his fingers spread the spit all over your pussy before shoving two of them into your soaked core. He pistons them in and out, putting his thumb against your clit and making colors burst before you.
"You want to come on my fingers, you fucking slut?" When you nod frantically he instructs, "Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." A second after you do spit lands on your tongue and droplets on your face. It nearly tips you over.
"Swallow it," he orders and watches you as you do, some form of approval shining in his eyes for the first time. "Who do you belong to?"
The question is too complicated to understand, you can't focus on what he wants. "I don'tâŠ" is all that comes out.
"Wrong answer," he says and removes his fingers, making you shout in disappointment. Sharp slaps land on your wet cunt and you instinctively try to move away from it, but he grabs your legs, pulling you back. "Don't you fucking run from me."
"I'm sorry," you cry, looking pleadingly at him. "I'm- I'm yours James, yours to do what you want with. Please, please, please let me come!"
With a huff he pushes his fingers back in, pressing the tips into your g-spot and getting his thumb back on your clit. His unbothered state makes you feel so small and insignificant, heightening the pleasure coursing through you.
As it climbs, your body shakes, your legs trembling from being held open. "I'm- I'm- don't stop!" you beg. Closing your eyes you focus on the feeling of him, his other hand still gripping your thigh hard. You hope it bruises.
"I can feel you, slut!" Bucky's voice is the cherry on top of everything. "Come on my fingers, do it, come for me!" he commands and of course, you do as he wants. With a scream you convulse, almost pushing him out with the sensation flooding you. Bucky is talking above you but you're not sure what he's saying because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.
A hard tap against your cheek makes you open your eyes. "Don't pass out on me, I'm not done with you yet." "Wouldn't dream of it," you smile dumbly, and it earns you a smile in return. But it quickly passes as he pulls off his tank top and pushes down his pants. The cock is just as big as you hoped.
He rubs the head against your soaked center, sending overwhelming sparks through you, making you twitch. When he notches the head of his dick at your opening your blood freezes. "C-condom?" you stutter.
Cocking his head he asks. "Do you really want that? Doesn't a slut like you want to be filled up with cum?" "Y-yes, but, BuckyâŠ" you gnaw your lip.
"I want to fuck my little cum-bucket raw, make sure you feel me running out of you for days," he gives a light thrust, almost pushing inside, giving you a taste of heaven. For a second you look at each other and Bucky presses in just a little bit more. It decides it for you. "Please fill me with your cum Bucky, I need it so bad!" you whine and he chuckles before shoving his fat cock into you without mercy.
Quickly you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting his hard thrusts that are sending your body into overdrive. "Feel so fucking good sweetheart, your cunt was made for me, wasn't it?" he groans. "Yes it was," you answer breathlessly.
He grabs your face. "Those other losers are never going to satisfy you." "No, Bucky, only you!" "That's right, you're my fuckdoll now, sweetheart," he says before he leans down to kiss you. It's much sweeter this time and you grab his head, carding your fingers through his hair, feeling your chest fill with another type of warmth.
When he pulls back he says, "Beg me not to come in you." Your cunt clenches and your second orgasm is suddenly a lot closer. "Bucky, please don't⊠I can't get pregnant," you make your voice small and frail.
In response his laugh is cruel. "Yes you will, your purpose in life is to be bred. I'm going to cum in you every day til it sticks and then everyone will know who you belong to." "Please, pull out," you beg and reach down to rub your clit, feeling the climax shimmering underneath your skin.
"Such a bad liar, sweetheart," he chuckles. "Are you going to come on my cock? Are you gonna claim me just as I claim you?" "Yes! I just need- harder!" you pant. "Fucking hell," Bucky grunts and does as you demand.
The climax rips through you with little regard for your sanity. The sound leaving your throat makes it raw and a second later Bucky moans your name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. It's almost good enough to feel him finish inside you that you come again, but youâre too spent to do more than shudder.
Then he kisses you again, sweetly, caringly, and pushes his arms in under your body to hug you close to him. "So perfect," he whispers against your mouth. The cums start to trickle out onto the couch but neither of you care, too caught up in each other's lips.
"How are you doing sweetheart?" he asks when he comes up for a breath. "I feel a little high," you confess. "Haven't been fucked that good in a long time."
There is something in his gaze that shifts and he leans his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I just⊠I couldn't take it anymore⊠I like you so much." "Lucky for you I get off on that stuff," you smile. "And if I had said stop I trust you would have."
He hugs you so hard you can hardly breathe. "Of course, I fucking would." "You can make it up to me by going tender the next time," you smile. "Next time?" "As many times as youâll have me." He laughs into your skin. "I don't think you're ready for that!"
Suddenly the sound of the doorbell jerks the two of you apart. You stare at Bucky with wide eyes. "My date," you whisper, horrified.
With a smirk, he raises himself on his arms. "I should make you go on that date with my cum running out of you, maybe even let him get as far as spreading your legs just to see that youâre already claimed."
With a groan, you cover your face with your hands. "Don't tempt me," you tell him before wiggling out from under him, finding your clothes, and hastily pulling them on.
Opening the door just a crack, you understand you look a mess by the way your date eyes you. "Sorry," your voice is small. "I wasn't feeling great and then I fell asleep on the couch." "Yeah, you look terrible," the guy notes before handing you one of the ugliest bouquets you've ever seen. Quickly stepping away he says, "I'll call you." but you know he won't. "Great, I'll see you around," you respond before closing the door.
Bucky takes the flowers from you and shoves them in the trash before grabbing you around the waist and kissing you again. "Didn't you say he was promising?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," you answer with a completely straight face but then start to giggle as he swoops you up and carries you to his bedroom.
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f1 racer | psh.
part one
pairings: park sunghoon x reader
synopsis: f1 racer park sunghoon is the ace of their team until he got into a terrible accident causing of his sudden hiatus. the incident injured his shoulder and affected his mental health. you are hired by his mother to help him get through this tough times as you are one of the best psychiatrist in town. he hated the idea of being vulnerable so instinctively, he hates you. he hates how you try to get into his head for him to open up and he hates his parents for meddling with his life like heâs a kid. but he couldnât deny that you are exceptionally beautiful and he canât help his cock from twitching just by imagining pushing you down on your office table, fucking you deep and hard until you canât think straight anymore.
wc: 14k
warnings: mdni. smut with slight plot, lots of dirty talking, degrading, corruption kink, minors dni, p into v raw (please always use protection), dom sunghoon, slight rough sex, reader experiencing sexual harassment. IF YOU DONâT LIKE ANY OF THIS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SCROLL AWAY.
note: i have no right and enough knowledge with medical terms so disregard my claims as it came from my imagination to fit my plot. iâm new with writing smuts so please donât give rude comments. i am still learning. also please send me asks and reblog my work. it will help a lot. thank you so much!
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âFamous ace racer of the team (f1 team) reportedly caught on an accident last night. Medics who said to arrive at the scene says that he was in a bad condition...â the voice of the news reporter serves as your background music as youâre busy putting coffee on your brewing machine.
It was yet another busy monday for you. One of your colleagues gave you a ring moments ago just to ask you for a favor to fill in for her. Youâre suppose to go at the hospital after lunch, but that plan was thrown far out the window.
Being someone who needs to pay expensive rent and lots of bills, you accepted it in exchange of receiving her full payment for these sessions.
People around you always says how workaholic you are and that you should at least learn to loosen up, have fun, date and have sex. Youâll be lying if you say those thoughts didnât popped inside your mind once in a while, but you knew you have bigger responsibilities at the moment.
Maybe youâll do all that once youâre a little bit more stable in life. Right now, its not the case so you have to go work.
The drive to the hospital youâre currently working at was short. Multiple vans of tv media reporters blocked the parking lot, putting you off into a slightly foul mood. You groaned and tried your best to find a good spot without scratching any of the vehicles around.
âWhat in the world is happening...â you softly mumbled, clueless.
After finally making it inside alive, you saw your secretary arriving just on time. She smiles and wave at the sight of you and head towards the elevator together. The sight of the security pushing the reporters out caught your attention before the door of the lift shuts completely.
âWah, media these days are scary. How can celebrities stand them?â your secretary commented, probably annoyed by all the chaos at the lobby.
âYeah, theyâre basically getting crazy down there.â
She nods, agreeing.
âI canât blame them. One of the biggest personality in our country got into an accident last night so theyâre probably trying to get a scoop of information as much as they can.â she continuously fills you in.
Your head nods slowly, not totally interested about the âone of the biggest personalityâ being mentioned. This hospital is pretty much located at the center of the big city and famous people often comes here. It isnât a big deal anymore for you.
Besides, you're more interested on how you will make more money rather than be nosy of whoâs confined at your hospital. The last thing you would want is to get involve with a big personality.
The day went on smoothly, met up with the clients scheduled for today. You started packing up after your last session, it was around 4pm. This is why you like to be busy, because its more convenient for you. Days pass by quickly and youâre off to your home even before you know it.
Three knocks from the door to your office is what snapped you back to reality. Your white coat hangs slightly loose over one of your shoulder as youâre about to take it off. The possiblity of that person knocking to be your secretary is low, since she usually alert you through the intercom that she will come in before knocking.
After taking off your coat, your eyes are still darted at the direction of your office door.
âCome in.â you softly stated and you heard the sound of the knob moving.
âI heard from the lobby that you are here so I thought I should make a visit.â his professional tone, yet a little softer rings to your head.
Your eyes grow a little out of surprise then you bowed your head for greeting. His eyes scanned you shortly before it moves around your cozy office. He already made multiple compliments on how your office just feels so warm and comforting.
Thatâs exactly the vibe you wanted to give off when you personally chose the furnitures and design for this room. Since youâre a psychiatrist who focused on patients who experienced traumatic incidents in their life, you donât want the location of your sessions to have the impression of a workplace. Patients usually go here to meet you for sessions and their peace of mind and comfort is what you prioritize the most.
âOh, thank you...â you flash him an awkward smile, hands rests at both of your sides.
It isnât a surprise that your director paid you a visit for today. He always does that in order to keep on check with his employees. You appreciate it, truly. It's just heâs a little too friendly towards you. Sometimes it makes you uncomfy and afraid that other doctors may misunderstood things.
âAnyway, you must had a long day.â he took steps closer and when youâre reachable, he stretches an arm over you. His hand rests at your shoulder and he clapped on it gently before sliding it down your arm to caress it.
It sent shivers through your spine and you didnât like it one bit. Unfortunately, you have no choice but to live through it for now. As heâs very powerful and one bad word from him and you can kiss your job goodbye. Thatâs the last thing you want.
âI should leave you.â he says in a low voice while eyes roams around your face.
You hated every second of it, but you didnât say anything. He smiles and you flashed him one as well. He raised his hand and lightly pinched your cheeks once before exiting himself from your office.
Finally out of your sight, you manage to sigh heavily. You've been holding your breath ever since he entered your office. Itâs slightly making you feel bad, but you feel like he will take advantage of you sooner or later. The feeling of uneasiness are very evident whenever heâs around you.
Itâs bad to judge people easily, but thatâs mainly it is. Youâve spent years studying and understanding humanâs way of thinking. Resulting for your instincts around them to be heavily accurate most of the time.
And your instinct are setting off negatively with your director. The only solution you can think of is to quit this job after you have enough money to build your own small clinic.
In order to have that, you have to work extra hard. For your dream and for your peace of mind.
You finished packing your things and left your floor. While inside the elevator, it stops at a certain floor. You unconsciously moved towards the side giving whoever it is a space for the lift. When the door opened, a beautiful woman wearing black sexy dress steps in.
She seems surprised to see that thereâs somebody inside and so her teary eyes grew a bit big. Avoiding to make the atmosphere even more awkward, you bowed and flashed her a warm smile. She nods and glanced away.
Based on how she carry and dress herself, you can tell that her line of work may have something to do with her face. Model? Thatâs one of your guesses.
By the short eye contact with her teary eyes, you catch a glimpse of guilt and small regret filling them. And also greed thatâs trying to push them all at the back of her mind.
You tried to shove these thoughts off of your mind as youâre practically done with work. Even if you cannot help trying to read peopleâs personality base on first impression, you have strict rules of avoiding it once shift is over.
Youâre the first one to leave the lift as you get off at the lobby where you entered this morning. Ignoring her eyes watching you closely as you walk off without sparing her any glance.
It was a long day for you and the last thing you want is to get involve with some drama. Obviously, sheâs going through something. But whatâs new to that? Everyone in this world is going through things. We just really have to keep it altogether and wait until things gets better for us.
It's been months and you put your focus on making money. Working really hard, filling in for your colleagues and also attending your own session. It was a routine you got used to, world revolving between home and to the hospital.
âThere she is,â you bowed politely as you enter the office of your head doctor for the psychiatric ward.
Three heads snapped at your direction as you approach closer and the two of them are completely unfamiliar for you. By the way they dress, you can already tell that theyâre important people. The type of people who reeks of money and connections.
âMr and Mrs. Park, this is Doctor (surname).â your director introduced you to them. Even if youâre a little confused, you gave them a polite bow before sitting down at the chair in front of them.
âSheâs the most recommended psychiatrist in our hospital and I really think sheâs the one who can help your son.â the director added that made you realized that the two people in front are potention source of income.
With a warm welcoming smile, you pay close attention to the two of them to give good impression. Mr. Park have a serious look on his face, just a small smile from earlier and thatâs all. Just by the looks of it, heâs a very reserved man. He seem to know the power he holds and so you guess he isnât someone very friendly. Doesnât really try hard to please other people.
Mrs. Park is elegant. The perfect epitome of graceful partner of somebody who holds so much power. She is very pretty as well, her smiles gives you the impression that sheâs very family oriented.
âTheir son needs assistance as he got involve with an accident months ago.â your head doctor tried to fill you up and instantly, you are on your professional mode.
With a nod, you smoothly fished your pen placed at the small pocket of your white gown then grabbed a paper not far away from you.
âHmm, may I ask you guys a few questions?â
Mr. and Mrs. Parkâs a little caught off-guard at how straightforward you are so they glanced over the head doctor. She quickly flashed them assuring smile.
âGo ahead, Iâm sure Doctor (surname) perfectly knows what to do.â she added and with her words, they seem to let their guards down slightly.
âYes, Doctor.â Mrs. Park says.
You smiled, âDoes the patient personally asked to seek for professional help?â
Its a key point to know for you to know what kind of approach you need to utilize for this particular patient.
âNo. Actually, he refused to see doctors and deny his need of it, claiming heâs perfectly fine. But me and his Father really wants him to atleast try.â the look on her eyes flashes genuine care and concern for her son.
âThatâs totally okay, Mrs. Park. Sometimes, people who underwent accidents tries to deny that something changed within them when in reality there is. May I ask any behavioral changes within the patient, if there any?â and you continued jotting down on your paper.
Mr. Park silently watched how well youâre dealing with them. You looked so young, maybe around the age of their son and yet this is how professionally you handle things. His tensed shoulder relaxed a bit, realizing that they did the right choice of coming here.
âYes...â Mrs. Park pursed her lips, blinks a couple of times trying not to get emotional just by the thought of her son.
âHe shuts people out, doesnât communicate with anybody and he gets pissed or annoyed so easily.â she sighs, eyes getting teary. âI mean, he doesnât really have the best patience even prior to the accident but heâs just oddly cranky.â
You nodded your head and just proceeds on writing them down. This isnât the first time you encountered patients that have the same personality with their son. This is what happens when someone had an accident that affected their life. They can be undergoing through post traumatic depression which is pretty serious as it can be dangerous.
âCan I schedule his sessions?â
They looked relieved at your question, happy that you agreed to take their son. Mrs. Park nodded her head and you continued on discussing them through the process of the sessions, letting them the available slots they can arrange for their son.
Normally, you would take patients to meet patients two times a week but they demand for a three meetings per week. You are a little hesitant about it because that only means you have to put him on Fridays as well. It's your day off.
âPlease, Doctor. We will pay extra for the friday sessions.â and there it is. They offered you what you couldnât decline the most.
Oh how nice could it be to have so much money. After finally settling with the Parks, you managed to agree on the schedules and they thanked you. They told you that they really hope you can help their son. You havenât met him yet and one rule with doctors is you couldnât give them false hope, but you shouldnât give them the impression of failing as well.
âI will do my best.â and you bowed.
You parted ways with them and you went straight to your shared room with your colleague, also a good friend of yours. The moment you stepped in, you can feel her piercing and curious eyes following you.
âSo did you accept it?â your head cranes over to the side to glance at Hana. Sheâs still wearing her white coat while she rest her back at the swivel chair. As far as you remember, her shift is over already. Why sheâs still here is a big mystery for you.
âYes. Itâs a good offer.â you gave her a short shoulder shrug.
She sighs and watch how you took off your white coat then hangs it on your chair. Obviously, you are clueless of the situation you just got yourself into. She hates how workaholic you are and how youâre one of the best psychiatrist in the hospital. Mainly why youâre at the top list of the recommended doctors.
Not that she envy you or anything. She genuinely cares for you and sheâs worried of how youâre overworking yourself. Not to mention youâll be having someone very important as your client.
âDo you know whoâs going to be your patient?â her tone sounded challenging, arms crossing as she waits for your answer.
You nod your head, eye glancing at the folder laid beside your keyboard. It was handed by your secretary while you discuss something with the head doctor. She reminded you to do a good job as accepting the Parkâs can either do good or bad for you.
âYes. Mr. Park Sunghoon.â you said in a monotonous tone.
She rolls her eyes, âHeâs not just Park Sunghoon, y/n.â she sighs and tilts her head. âHeâs the ace driver of a famour F1 team. The young bachelor who got into a terrible accident three months ago.â
That clearly rings a bell. You can remember how some of the hospital staffs are going crazy for such individual. F1 racers are truly a big thing for your country, but youâre never interested towards it so donât have any clue who they are.
Youâve always thought that those type of sport are just out of your league. If he manages to drive for the whole country with extremely expensive cars just indicates how wealthy their family is. Sounds like so much drama for you. Not totally your cup of tea, all you want is the good pay.
âDonât worry, I can handle.â you assured her.
âI know youâre good with your job, y/n and I have no doubt with your skills.â she starts that slightly moved you. She rarely talks like this and to hear it right now means sheâs really serious about it.
âHeâs known for being very stubborn. If heâs already like that before the accident, imagine how he can be much worst after it. I heard heâs refusing to do rehab for his shoulder and to drive again for his team.â
You are dumbfounded for the new informations coming from your friend. When his parents seeked for your help, you already knew that it is serious. But not like this. Heâs refusing to drive again?
ây/n?â your friend tries to snap you back to reality.
You let out a sigh and flashes another smile for her. âDid you forget? Iâm good with stubborn people. I've been dealing with them ever since I graduated from the University.â you tried to joke on it.
She pouts her lips and heaved a sigh, thinking that maybe she really is just overthinking things. She nods.
âWell, you are right. And besides, heâs dead gorgeous.â then she sent you a wink. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
But it seems like she was not kidding when she said that Park Sunghoon is very hard headed. You think little of it not until you came face to face with the handsome racer.
His visuals are ethereal. No words can perfectly describe how breathtaking he is up in person. Of course, after your friend had informed you that he is handsome, you made research. Trying to just familiarize yourself with your newly acquired client.
It wasnât hard to find something about him through the internet as heâs very famous. Skin so white and flawless, hair pitch black along with his thick brows and long eyelashes that perfectly decorates around his beautiful eyes. His eyes are slightly cold and blank at the pictures of him you found at the intenet. Over all, he has a face that comes around once in a while. God-like visuals, thatâs how they describe him.
The pictures didnât give him justice though, as heâs even more gorgeous in personal. His red lips pretty much stands out due to his pale complexion.
There are varieties of patients youâve worked with before. The group who's willingly seek for your help in order for them to get better. Then the patients who was forced to do these sessions for the satisfaction of a family member or a loved one. And then the ones who truly hates it and give you hard time, punishing you for merely wanting to help them professionally.
Thatâs where Park Sunghoon is aligned. He made sure you perfectly know that heâs against with this arrangement.
âSon, meet Doctor (surname). Sheâs the one weâre talking about with you. From now on, you will meet her at Mondaysââ
âMake her leave.â he insolently cuts his own motherâs words while staring blankly straight at you.
Heâs sat down at his sofa, one shoulder have a cast over it. He didnât even budge from his position and just stares at you with his intimidating eyes. The gray sofa looked a little small while he dominates it. Youâre pretty sure that it looked normal when it was his Mom whose sitting there moments ago, but when it was him it looked small due to his large frame.
âSunghoon, donât be rude. Doctor (surname) is here to help you.â his Mom looks like she feels sorry for how heâs acting, yet her tone remained soft.
âI donât need any help.â he said sternly. His eyes are piercing right at you. They are indeed intimidating with his eyebrows furrowed hardly, but this isnât the first time someone wanted you to leave.
âBut Son,â Mrs. Park tries to console him but you interrupted her.
âItâs fine, Mrs. Park.â and you flash her with your warm smile.
âCan you give us a minute?â your eyes then roamed around the room. Thereâs his Mom and another person inside together with you. Sheâs the househelper who assist Mr. Park from time to time. A little older than his Mother. Base on your observation, he seems to trust her enough to be inside this room.
âSure, doctor.â she says and gradually asked the other lady to leave with her.
Sunghoonâs eyes burns at you as you stood in front of him. He didnât say anything else after they left the room, he just stares at you with dark eyes. Heâs so upset and angry for how his parents are dealing with this situation right now. Theyâre being too much for meddling with their sonâs life when heâs already 27.
âHello, Mr. Park.â you greeted him once again. As expected, he showed no reaction at all.
âIâm Doctor (surname) and I am here to help youââ
âI donât need your help so leave. I am not crazy.â he cuts you off.
You pursed your lips and nods your head before pulling up another smile. His behavior of declining anyone clearly shows how he doesnât want to show his vulnerability.
âOf course youâre not. Everybody knows you are not crazy, Mr. Park.â his eyes still bores right at you.
âYour parents hired me so I can help to understand your emotions even more.â
The corner of his lips lifts up as he scoffed, âYou think I donât know my own emotions?â
You shook your head right away, âNo. Nobody else knows you the best other than yourself. Iâm just here to assist and help you go through emotions you cannot control or understand.â
Sunghoonâs tensed shoulder slightly relaxed at what he heard. He doesnât know if all psychiatrist are like this, but you sure are good with your job. You know your way of words to people. Or was it just because of your pretty face? Was he distracted a bit too much? Did you noticed?
He draws in a strained sigh and glanced away, letting his guard down a bit. It made you feel happy and take it as a sign that he wanted you to help him. For that session, you tried hard not to overwhelm him too much so instead of asking questions, you orient him about the case heâs possibly going through.
But that didnât really became easy. He made sure youâre struggling on dealing with him. Thereâs often change of moods as well, sometimes heâs calm to have you around and sometimes heâs not. He rudely interrupts you talking and constantly asking you to just quit your job and leave him alone.
But he cannot do anything about it. He cannot fire you, because he didnât hire you on the first place.
It was his Mother who asked for your professional help, so if thereâs someone who can tell you that youâre not qualified for the job already, it would be only her.
âHello y/n!â Hana greets you happily as she enter the room. It was obvious that sheâs having a great day, unlike you.
âHi,â you shortly replied and sat down at your chair.
âLooks like you arenât in a good mood.â she states the obvious. You gave her a short nod and shut your eyes.
âWhy? Did something happen?â she sounded so concerned about you and even walked closer to sit at the table near you.
âNothing. I have an appointment with Park Sunghoon tomorrow. It shouldâve been my day off and now I have to meet with him. Heâs still being stubborn.â
Itâs been a month ever since you started your sessions with him and still, nothing. Heâs been giving you cold shoulders everytime, refusing to even open himself over you. Multiple approach already tried for him and yet, nothing. Itâs frustrating you already.
âI know exactly what you need to do.â the brightness from Hanaâs eyes gave you slight hope, making you sit straight.
She rummage over her stacks of unopenef parcels and cheered lightly after successfully finding something. She smirks and slowly walks towards you.
âWhatâs that?â you asked curious and confused.
She smirks and grabbed a cutter to open it up. From a distance, you can tell its a piece of clothing. She squealed a little, delighted of satisfaction for the package received.
âYouâre going to wear this tomorrow.â she announced and even placed the opened box at your lap.
You tilt your head, confused. âWhat? Why? Do I not look good with my work clothes?â
Thatâs not the case. Your typical work clothes looks fine. The type of style that plays safe not to show too much skin and also not too covered for your liking. It was so-so.
âNo, honey. But this time, thatâs what youâll wear tomorrow and then we will buy more at Saturday.â she announced with words of finality.
You gave her a weird gaze before checking the box she just handed you. Your heart dropped at the sight of it.
âNo way! Thereâs no way I will wear this, Hana!â you quickly disagree and teared your gaze off the outfit she just handed you.
âYes way! Itâs time to put that sexy body into a good use!â she exclaimed all excited and even giggled hilariously.
âBut my butt cheeks will probably show just by leaning down slightly.â the look of horror flashes over your face. Just by the thought of being exposed to Mr. Park makes you blush intensely, your core undeniably getting wet.
You shoved that thought away, somewhat blaming Hana for putting them inside your mind. Sheâs being a bad influence towards you right now and your face is red as a tomato.
âThen he will enjoy the view!â she winks and left you with no choice but to wear it for tomorrow's session.
Thankfully, the moment you arrived at his place the next day you are wearing a coat on top of your scandalous (not really) outfit. Okay, maybe you are a little exaggerating for thinking it is scandalous. Youâve seen a lot of people wear this kinds of workclothes, its just youâre new to this. This isnât your usual go to office clothes.
You tried your best to act confidently, trying to ignore the fact that his gaze was practically glued at you the moment you took off your coat once you two are left alone.
Youâre nervous already and having him stare at you that way makes it even worst. Regardless, you tried to proceed on your task for today.
Park Sunghoon may act nonchalant about it, but his pants feels so painfully tight ever since you walked inside his home. An hour long duration felt days for him. Those short skirts and body hugging top that perfectly shows your delicious curves is driving him insane.
Despite the fact that he hates your presence and how his parents hired you to help him, heâll be lying if he will say that he never thought of rutting his cock so deep inside your precious cunt. He bet it will feel so good. Numerous times he imagined pushing you hardly over your office table, taking you from behind while your soft moans make it to his ears. He imagined fucking you so hard and deep until you cannot think straight anymore.
You on the other hand are sweating like crazy while trying to compose yourself, unaware of the sinful thoughts the man in front of you are currently having. You keep on shifting on your seat, uncomfortable with how your skirt is so tight and short. Thighs are basically suowing and by just one wrong move, youâre pretty sure your underwear will be flashed towards him.
âSomething wrong, Doc?â you jolted at his sudden question, breaking the defeaning silence. It was his first words for today.
His playful tone and look on his eyes are quite foreign for you, a little delighted by the new side you discovered from him.
âN-Nothing.â your words almost came out as a mumble that made him chuckle dangerously.
To see you with less clothing sure is torture for him, to see you blushing and squirming nonstop while your underwear almost flash him is clouding his mind with so many thoughts. All dark and dirty.
âYou dressed differently today.â he said in a low tone, almost like a growl. The statement halts your hand from scribbling down your paper. You glanced at him and quickly looked away as he was already staring darkly.
You gulped in attempt to get rid of the lump between your throat. The corner of his lips lifts while one of his hands plays mindlessly at it.
âY-Yeah.â it was obvious for you to deny it.
âWhat are you trying to do, Doc?â he asks like a trap and once again you are caught off guard.
âI d-donât know what youâre talking about.â
He scoffed sexily and let out a heavy sigh, âOf course you donât.â then his eyes roams from your feet up to your face and his heated gaze stays at your eyes.
âYou fucking donât know what you are doing.â he said under his breath that you clearly missed. Even before you manage to compose yourself from his stares, he already glanced away then his walls are once again up guarding himself.
The whole session continues with you uncomfortably wet down there and Sunghoonâs dick throbbing inside his pants.
A whole week passes by and all you did was to tempt him. You started wearing tight and short clothes. Whether on purpose or not, it is driving him crazy. The sexual tension between the two of you are so hot. Too hot that whenever you are left alone, it can almost burn you two.
He knew he had to something about it. He canât get enough of you and his palm cannot satisfy him anymore. He had to get a taste of that pussy or else he will really lose his mind.
It was wednesday and like usual, heâs the one to that have to go to your office. Mondays and friday sessions are held at his place.
He arrived perfectly on time and your assistant guided him inside after your patient before him. It was a guy and the way his face are so red when he walks out is pissing the hell off of Sunghoon. He knew why heâs like that and he confirmed his guess when he saw you with his own eyes.
Wearing a short tight red skirt. You flashed him an angelic smile that seems illegal for how slutty you dress today.
âMr. Park, you are right on time. Have a sit.â you pointed the sofa where he usually sits and he followed without a single word.
âIâll have a sit and you sit on my face right after. How about that?â he wanted so bad to say that but he refrain himself.
Sunghoonâs eyes dangerously fiest on you while you make yourself comfortable at your chair. The only thing that seperates you between him was the small center table.
âToday, I want to have a conversation with you Mr. Park. Nothing too serious, any topic you like. I just want you to talk.â you stated and smiled at him.
He nods, surprising you a little. Heâs never been this cooperative. Itâs making you happy and at the same time worried on why heâs suddenly being obedient.
âAny topic, right?â he asks, confirming it from you. A small nod is what you respond to him.
He nods and stayed silent for a while. You thought it was giving him pressure so you assured him that its totally fine and he can take as much time he needs.
While he spaces out, your eyes couldnât help but to absorb how he looks today.
Park Sunghoon is a walking temptation for you. It was against your rules to be attracted towards your patients, but you just couldnât help yourself. Heâs very handsome despite his rotten attitude. You kept having this sensual thoughts whenever heâs around. It felt so wrong and illegal. How you felt so weak and how you get wet just by looking at his toned arms and veiny hands.
âDo you know who I am? Is that why you accepted to be my psychiatrist?â
You pout your lips and shook your head side to side, cheeks blushing out of embarrasment because you have no idea of who he was until his parents asked you for help.
Instead of looking offended, Sunghoon looked more interested.
âSo you donât have any idea who I was before you accepted this job?â amusment lurks over his tone, finding it somehow amusing.
Not to sound so full of himself, but heâs pretty famous. Not only to his home country, but to the whole world. The bitterness slowly creeps over his chest by the thought of it. He shoves it off his mind because thatâs not important as of the moment.
You nod your head sincerely while eyes darted straight at the handsome man sat across of you. His long legs are spread while one of his arm rests at the side of the couch, the other arm on a cast. It was the one that got injured and he needed it to be casted from time to time. Heâs once again making the regular size couch look small because of his tall frame.
âYou live under a rock or something?â his tone taunting.
You didnât let it get to you then just flash him a small smile. âI was busy studying.â
He pursed his lips downwards while nodding his head slowly. His brow arches attractively before he smirks again.
âOh, right. Miss Valedictorian have no time to fool around.â he said it with so much sarcasm and sighs right after. His gaze turned slightly dark while thinking about something. To what it is, you have no idea. He was hard to read after-all.
âLet me just ask you something, Dr.â he starts. Just by the way heâs looking at you, you can already tell heâs up to no good.
You gulped, trying to get a hold of your thoughts and keep a firm look on your face. The last thing you would want is too look weak in front of him. Heâll eat you alive if you let him overpower you.
âGo ahead, Mr. Park.â you tried to sound so casual. A doctor interviewing her patient. Not crossing any line, keeping a safe distant from him.
âAre you still a virgin?â his bold question completely caught you off-guard. Your breath hitches as blood rushes over your face, blushing hard.
âE-Excuse me?â the flustered look on your face made his grin wider.
Just seeing your innocent eyes opens wider after that question was priceless. He couldnât get enough of you. Dark thoughts occupies his mind, how you will be so perfect for him. How fun would it be corrupting the fuck out of you.
âI forbid you from asking personal questions. This has nothing to do with your sessions.â and you cleared your throat then teared your eyes off of him.
He tilts his head, âDonât you think youâre being unfair? You ask me personal questions too.â
Your lips hangs open, ready to answer him. Sunghoonâs brows arched as he waits for what youâre about to say.
âT-Thatâs different. You are my patient and youââ
âHow am I suppose to trust you when I know nothing about you?â his words stunned you. Truly he makes a point. In order for your patient to be confident enough to share their thoughts to you, you need to earn their trust.
How are you suppose to gain his trust when he knows nothing about you? But why does it have to be your sex life? You can share anything else, not that one.
âThen ask something else.â
He shook his head with a teasing grin. âThatâs what I want to know the most.â
You stared at him straight to his eyes, silently asking him if heâs being serious about it. He didnât budge and just stared back, piercing through your soul. You let out a strained sigh as an act of surrender before resting your back at your chair.
âY-Yes.â you gulped, trying to get rid of the lump between your throat. The amount of embarrasment you are having right now is incomparable to anything else. Youâve never been humiliated like this.
A spark lights upon his pretty eyes, his thick pretty brows raising in amusement. He chuckles and you quickly glanced away, couldnât take it.
âI did expect you to say yes, but to actually know it is still surprising.â he stated.
You nibbled over your lower lip then dropped your eyes at the clipboard you are holding. The paper clipped to it was almost blank, nothing else was written as heâs not cooperating as usual. But in comparison from your previous meetings, heâs more talkative as of the moment.
âSo tell me, why?â he asks in full curiosity. You glanced at him with a furrowed brows, confused as to whatâs heâs talking about.
âDoes no one wants you? Nobody tried toâ ah no, thatâs impossible right? I bet a lot had tried before but they just miserably failed.â the corner of his mouth lifts as he racked his eyes from your eyes down to your feet, licking and nibbling over his lips through the process. It was almost like heâs undressing you inside his mind.
The sight itself was enough to make you feel horny, the space between your thighs slowly getting wet. It was sinful and becoming unbearable for you. The temperature of the room surprisingly became hotter because of the man in front of you.
If youâre slowly losing your mind, Sunghoon had gone crazy in his own thoughts. After hearing it from you, he lost it. The thought of how pure and innocent you are just makes him dizzy and very horny. He can think of the most awful and darkest thoughts he wants to do to corrupt you. Make you his cum dump and a slave to of his cock. It makes him riled up.
Sunghoon curses inside his mind feeling his cock getting painfully hard.
Your eyes unconsciously darted over the wall clock and a part of you cheers that finally it was times up for his session.
âO-Our session is over, Mr. Park.â you forced yourself up, thighs rubbing each other and the heat coming out from your core makes it so bothering.
You didnât wait for Sunghoon to speak and just stood up then walk towards your table, starting to rummage over nothing. Continuously touching and arranging things that doesnât necessarily messy.
The couch made a sound when he stood up and you can feel your heart thumping so hard as you wait for him to talk.
Instead of hearing his voice, you heard him carefully walking near you. It halts your movement and your chest rises up and down. Your breath hitched as you feel his presence looming behind him, his tall figure approaching closer.
He stopped a step behind you. The sexual tension between the two of you is sky rocket, making you feel slightly suffocated. Sunghoon raises his free arm to reach over your waist.
The moment his big hand touched you, it was over for you. The wall you tried to barricade yourself in, crumbling down.
Sunghoon inched closer pressing his hot body at your back. Your scent made its way over his nose and he nibbled his lips at how good you smell.
âWe shouldnât reallyââ your words hangs as his action caught you off guard.
He dipped his head down, face dangerously burying your neck. His sinful hot lips places feathery kisses over it. Your hand clenched into fists, trying hard not to make any sound or let out a moan that can surely please him.
âMr. Park,â you tried hard to face him, hand rests over his uninjured shoulder to push him away.
The difference between your physique clearly made it obvious how your strength would not even match his and so to see him not budging from his position isnât really surprising.
He smirks, finding you adorable while blushing so hard. His effect on you visible and heâs loving it so much. He pressed himself again and this time itâs even more dangerous as you are face to face with each other.
You can now see his ethereal visuals, his thick dark brows, eyes surrounded by thick long lashes, nose pointy with a noticeable beauty mark on it and his pretty lips. He smirks, running his tongue once over them before nibbling over his lower lip showing you his fangs.
âJust like what you always tell me...â he murmured, lips inches away from yours.
Your heart almost burst out from your chest because of the intensity he's making you feel. The urge of giving in and kissing him plays inside your head dangerously clouding your senses.
âCooperate.â his grip over your waist tightens as he leans even closer.
The last string of resistance prevents you from kissing him on his lips, leaning away when he inched closer. His eyes lifts from your lips, to your eyes. You can see how his eyes are clouded with nothing but lust.
âThink about it, Doctor. If we both cooperate in here, weâll get what we wants the most. Itâs a win win situation.â and he tugs you closer to him making you feel his erection from his pants. So hard and its making you dizzy how he rubs it
His head leans at the side, his lips grazing slightly to bite your earlobe teasingly. It makes you feel ticklish and lightheaded.
âYou, getting inside of my mind and me getting inside of you.â he seductively whispered over your ears, hot breath fanning your neck that made the hairs stands up.
Your knees weakened and he hold your waist tighter to prevent you from collapsing down the cold floor.
The intercom to your office rings and it made you jolt. Sunghoon chuckles at how adorable you are for getting surprise by small sounds.
âDoctor, I would like to remind you that your session with Mr. Park is now over. The next client just arrived.â your assistant just announced.
A heavy and disappointed sigh slips off from Sunghoonâs mouth before he moves away from you. His hands ripped away from you and the sudden lose contact made you slightly feel empty, hand gripping the table hardly to keep balance.
He noticed it and he grinned widely. He sighs and felt slightly annoyed that the fun has to be interrupted.
âI should go. You seem to have a busy day.â he turns his heels and started heading towards the door, like as if he didnât just pulled that stunt.
Just in time, your secretary opened the door and Sunghoon glanced at you for the last time, flashing you a very meaningful smile.
âI really enjoyed this session, Doctor. Iâll see you on friday.â and he sent a wink before finally leaving you a whole mess, the space between your thighs dripping wet wanting nothing but to feel more of him.
After what Park Sunghoon just pulled at your office, you gave it a lot of thought. He was too tempting, but something in you feels warry of the idea. Heâs seriously like a wolf hunting on an innocent sheep. It was too much for you so you skipped two of your sessions. Friday and monday, sending Hana instead and making excuses that youâre outside the country for some seminar.
âFinally showing up, huh?â his dangerous tone errupts from the entrance of your office, making you jolt.
Your back was facing the direction of the door and so you have no idea how he looks right now. Gulping, you slowly turns to face him and you saw him shutting the door close. The sound of the lock clicking made your heart thump faster.
âIâm sorry, I was in a seminar. I did sent Dr. Kang in replacement for me.â
The look on his eyes tells you that thereâs no slight chance that heâs buying it. And heâs pissed at you for actually thinking you can get away from him.
âP-Please have a sit.â you stutter because you have no idea of how to bring up what he just said the last time you two saw each other.
âHave you decided about what I told you?â a part of you felt relieved that heâs the one who brought it up, the other part is nervous because you have no idea what to tell him.
Your mind kept telling you no, but your core had another idea. Clearly, you want him. You want him so bad.
âA-Are you sure you will cooperate with the sessions if I give you what you want?â your tone sounded anxious and so soft.
Sunghoonâs eyes grew darker while he stares at you, legs spread so wide while he dominates your couch. He heaved a sigh, calming himself not to get so excited and scare you off with his dark plans of corrupting the shit out of you.
âYes. I am a man of my words after-all.â he states and licked his lips.
You stared right at his eyes with your innocent looking eyes. A big grin spreads across his face the moment you nod your head, falling for his evil trap.
It felt really awkward after that and youâre just standing right there like as if waiting for what heâs going to say next.
âWhat s-should I do?â you asked timidly, fingers fidgetting carefully and nervously.
Sunghoon took time admiring how beautiful you look in front of him. Standing like a helpless prey, submitting to her predator. Her hungry and very horny predator.
He smiles and bit his lower lip, showing off his fangs like teeth towards you. It sends shivers on your spine, down to your core making it even more wet.
Sunghoon scoots over to the side of the couch, leaving enough space.
âCome sit here.â he ordered with his husky voice.
Your knees felt weak and your feet are stoned at your position, heart thumping so loudly inside your chest that it hurts a little.
âDonât be scared. I donât bite,â he scoffs. âat least not yet.â and he grinned at you.
With all your strength, you struts towards him and sat at the space beside him. To be this close to him is dangerous for you. You feel so hot, like going insane hot.
Sunghoon leans in towards your face and you instinctively moves back a little. His dark eyes moved from looking at your lips up to your eyes, silently warning you not to do that again. His hand raised and cupped your face to keep you in place. His hand so big and having it harshly holding you with so much dominance turned you on.
When his lips touches yours, you are lost. It started slow and gentle, then he started to kiss you hungrily like heâs been starved from your kisses. You shut your eyes and hand grip over his polo shirt for support as you can feel yourself losing into his touch.
Your head fuzzy at the taste of Sunghoon. A little bit of mint and sweetness. His kisses hot and messy as his tongue pushes your mouth open so he can taste your insides shamelessly.
He pulled away when you two are already out of breaths, biting your lower lip as he did so. His eyes half-lidded and clouded with nothing but lust. He looked so damn sexy.
âYou taste so sweet.â he whispered near your lips, eyes darted straight at yours.
His gaze heated and so is his touch. You can feel his large hands roaming dangerously below you. His eyes serves as a distraction so it was too late before you even realize that he already pushed your skirt up, hands reaching over your clothed core. His hand expertly parting your legs for better access.
âMr. Parkââ your words cut when he placed a wet kiss on your lips.
âCall me Sunghoon.â you gulped and felt so flushed because of his fingers now playing with your core. The only thing that keeping him from touching it bare was your underwear. It was torture for you. A bit embarrased too as this is the first time someone had touched you this much.
âAlready so fucking wet for me. Thatâs all for me, right?â he glanced back at your eyes, waiting for an answer.
Because of the overwhelming pleasure, all you did was nod your head, trapping your lower lip between your teeth.
âWords. I need words, baby.â he whispered, the sudden endearment adding to the sensation heâs making you feel at the moment.
âY-Yes.â
âYes what?â he asked, a bit impatient.
You whimpered when you felt him rubbing roughly at your wet core, âYes Iâm so w-wet for you.â
That sends a different kind of satisfaction towards Sunghoon. To hear you say those words just made his cock even harder. He never felt aroused just by hearing them dirty talk. This is the first time. Youâre the only one who did it to him.
âI want to taste you. I bet you taste so fucking sweet.â he mumbled and you opened your eyes at what he just said, taken aback at what heâs planning to do.
âButââ he placed a kiss at your lips then kneeled beside the couch, just so he can be face to face to your heated core.
You closed your legs in attempt to hide yourself from him, but he firmly gripped your thighs pushing them back open. He shoot you blank stares.
âHold your legs for me. Keep them wide open.â he ordered and your eyes unconsciously darted at his broad shoulders, taking notice at the cast over it.
âW-What about your shoulder?â you worriedly ask.
Sunghoon almost lose his mind at how soft and gentle your voice are. More importantly that you still have the time to think of his shoulder when youâre almost half naked in front of him.
âIâm fine.â he quickly dismissed it and placed his big hands at your thighs, supporting it so it wonât close.
Your legs are slowly moving closer, maybe out of embarrasment now that he can see your underwear fully and the wet spot in the middle of it.
One of his hand reaches over your underwear, but you stopped him.
âS-Sunghoon, Iâm shy.â you admit, blood rushing towards your cheeks.
The corner of his lips lifts up at the sight of your innocent eyes watching him beneath you. The look of embarrasment and probably being neglected from orgasm painted frustration over your pretty face. He cannot explain it exactly, but it turns him on.
âItâs okay. Youâre okay.â despite the look of lust over his eyes, his tone is surprisingly gentle.
âCan I take this off now?â he asks and while staring at his eyes, you had no choice but to nod your head.
He didnât waste any second and removed your underwear, revealing your wet pussy. The sight itself was enough to leave him salivating. Sunghoon gulps and then dips his head giving one long lick to your core, juices wrapping his own tongue.
âGod,â you mumble at the feeling of his hot tongue grazing your folds.
âTaste so fucking good.â he grunted and started lapping your pussy like a hungry animal. He kissed, he ate and even fuck your hole using his tongue, hardening it so you can feel him enough.
âNgh,â you sound so dumb trying to contain your moan, afraid that your secretary from outside can hear you.
Sunghoon smirks and lifts his gaze to look at you enjoying the time of pussy being eaten. He never seen you like this before, he never thought you can even moan this erotic.
âLet me stretch you a bit, baby.â and he pulls away then spit at your hole.
âOpen your eyes.â he says that made you slowly oblige. The first thing you saw was his sexy smirk, eyes so dark.
He raised his hand and while staring at your eyes, he slowly slid one of his long fingers inside you.
âHmm, w-wait.â one of your hand lets go from your thighs so you can cover your mouth.
He chuckled, âHaha! Too much? Itâs just one finger. How are you gonna take me if youâre already struggling with this?â he taunts and starts pumping it in and out, stretching you.
âYou look so pretty like this, y/n. So damn pretty.â he mumbled and kissed your inner thighs while still fucking his finger knuckle deep in you.
âI think I can already add another one.â he says and you hitched your breath as you watch closely, anticipating the stretch and slight sting from it.
Sunghoon loves how obedient you are and how you just lets him do what he wants towards you. This is the first time youâll ever experienced fingered other than your own fingers so he knew he needed to make it memorable. He added another finger and started pumping.
âUgh, oh my gosh.â you moaned, gripping over wherever you can reach.
He kept repeating it until you can feel a knot forming your stomach, a hand clasp over his arm. âS-Sunghoon, Iâm going to cum.â
His eyes sparkled, âOh yeah? Give it to me.â he says like a challenge and continued pumping, dipping his head close to your core. He opens his mouth and placed his tongue near your hole, waiting for your sweet juice. The sight itself made you cum easily, moaning so hard and shaking a little.
âGood girl, cum so sweet.â he praised and suck your clit for any remnants of your orgasm.
You are catching your breath and heâs still pumping his fingers inside you, riding your high.
âHow does that feel?â
âG-Good.â
âThen letâs do it again.â
Despite feeling drained out of energy, you looked at him with a bit of hesitation. âW-What?â
âLet me add another finger, pretty. Hold on.â and pushes your body to lay back down your previous position.
You whimpered at the amount of stretch his three fingers are giving you. This is the biggest you ever had.
âPussy so tight. I bet we will have a hard time making my fat cock fit inside you.â his wordsâ making your head all fuzzy.
âSay it.â he said while staring at your eyes.
You looked at him confuse, clueless of what heâs talking about.
âW-What?â
âSay your pussy is so tight for me.â
Your cheeks flushed at how dirty those words are. You rarely cursed and never once did mutter this type of words, having him make you say this is making you feel so riled up.
âSay it, y/n. Or Iâll stop,â he shamelessly pulls his fingers out of your hole and instantly you felt empty, the other orgasm disappearing into thin air.
âS-Sunghoon,â you said a little frustrated.
âSay it.â his eyes so dark while it burn towards you.
âM-My pussy is so tight for y-you.â
Sunghoon slid his fingers right back after hearing you dirty talking. It back fired tho, as he can feel his dick throbbing painfuly inside his pants, head leaking with so much precum.
âAh fuck, this wonât work.â
His eyes turned darker and he pulls his fingers off, making you look at him in confusion. He licked your juices on his digits before he stood back up. Your eyes grew big when you saw him unzipping his pants.
âW-What...â you are lost of words when you saw his erect cock, slapping his stomach after he took off his briefs. It is big and now you can definitely agree when he wonders how you will be able to fit him inside you.
Your face turned pale, a little scared of how painful would it be.
âS-Sunghoon, I donât think I canââ he leans down and kissed you over your lips.
âJust the tip, baby. I promise.â he stroke his manhood and slowly near it to your entrance.
âFuck,â he groaned when he managed to put his pulsating tip inside your hole. The stretch from a while ago did help, but only because its just his head. It stings a little, but the pleasure is unmeasurable.
âOh God,â you mumble when he starts to pull in and out his tip.
âKeep steady for me.â and he started to keep his pace, pleasure overwhelming the two of you.
His eyes are fixed right at your pussy barely taking his tip inside. It was making him crazy.
âIâm close, Sunghoon!â
His brows narrowed and he bit his lower lip, stroking the length that doesnât go inside you to catch your orgasm.
âMe too, fuck. Cum with me.â and after a few more thrust, you coat his head with your cum and afterwards he pulls out, spilling his outside your pussy.
Youâre both a panting mess after and now that the lust is slowly withdrawing, your starting to feel shy again. He noticed it and smirks before leaning in for a kiss on your lips.
âYou did so well for me.â he praised that made your cheeks flushed even more.
You pursed your lips into a pout and glanced away, eyes dropping at your exposed core.
âYou got it on my skirt.â you rant cutely that made him chuckle.
âIâll just buy you a new one.â
Friday came faster than you expected, or maybe youâre just really looking forward on seeing Park Sunghoon once again. You parked right at his mansion and knocked on his door.
Surprisingly, Sunghoon opened the door for you. Brows hardly furrowed.
âHi,â you greeted with a smile and blushing cheeks.
He opens his door even wider for you, âYouâre late.â he sounds like heâs sulking so you chuckle a little walking pass by him. Sunghoon managed to inhale your sweet scent and heâs already feeling aroused by it.
âI stopped by at a famous bakery since you mentioned yesterday that you love bread.â and you raised the plastic containing the bread you are talking about.
When you glance at him, he was already sat down at his couch. A ghost of smile spread across his face before he gestures you to come to him. You rest your things at the table and slowly walk near him.
He reached over your hand then guided you carefully to sit over his lap, arms wrapping around your waist.
âYou look beautiful today.â he compliments that tugged your heart.
âIs that why youâre hard as rock right now?â you teased and rolled your eyes at him.
He smirks, âI canât help it.â he mumbles then showers your shoulders and neck with feathery kisses.
You shut your eyes and your hold over his arm tightens. He kissed your neck and sucked at the skin so hard youâre sure it will bruise.
âRide me.â he commands that made you open your eyes.
The look of lust over his eyes tells you that he isnât kidding at all. After letting out a nervous sigh, you straddle over him your clothed core perfectly aligned at his erection. The sensation of having it rub as you position yourself on top of him is making you crazy.
Sunghoonâs big hands rests at your hips, eyeing you dangerously. Watching how your face contorts at pleasure as your privates rubs at one another. He can only curse inside his mind how the sight of you humping your wet core to him is so arousing.
âSunghoon,â you moaned that snap him out of trance.
âYeah?â and he leaned closer kissing your chin.
âCan I suck you?â
His eyes darken at your question. He was indeed planning to make you suck his cock, but he never thought you would be the one to ask yourself. Now he didnât regret hearing it, you are turning him on even more.
âWell well, the innocent Doctor (surname) now hungry for my cock?â he teased that made you shy instantly, stopping how you rub yourself towards him.
He chuckles, âSay it first and then I'll let you suck my dick.â
You pursed your lips into a pout then was about to turn away, âSay it, come on.â and then he hold your wrists to keep you from leaving.
You glanced at his eyes and stared hardly. Letting him see how much he affect you. How wet he is making you at the moment.
âCan I suck your cock, please?â you ask so softly that it almost broke Sunghoon.
He smirks and leans to kiss you at your lips once, âSince you ask nicely, down on your knees.â he command and you got so excited after you heard that.
You stood up from sitting on his lap and watch how he remove the knot of his sweatpants. He was left with his boxers and he slides it down as well, revealing his already hard fat cock.
You gulped, astonished at the view in front of you. Eyes fixated at the dessert youâre about to taste. You slowly went down on your knees while still staring at his pulsating cock, the tip of it so red.
âH-How do I do it?â your hand hang awkwardly on the sides and it almost made Sunghoon laugh at how adorable you are.
He grabs your hand and placed it at his knees, making you tear your gaze from his dick and look at his lustful eyes. He smiles, fangs showing.
âCalm down, baby. Donât get too excited. I feel like you will bite off my dick.â he joked that made you pout. He chuckled and leaned forward for a peck on your lips before resting his back at the couch once again.
âOkay, open your mouth and then rolled your tongue out. Flat them good for me.â he instructs that you quickly followed.
The shyness wearing off as the heat of horniness taking over. You donât care anymore, all you want is to taste his cock inside your mouth.
âThatâs it. Then hold my length, not too tight. Itâs your friend, not your enemy.â he chuckles playfully and you just keep follow him.
âNow lick the tip. Lick or suck, just no teeth.â he reminds and you dived in, not wasting any second.
He tasted a bit salty, but good. You cannot explain what exactly it is but the type of taste you will look for from time to time. You hold his dick and looked at its tip, becore sucking it good making Sunghoon groan in pleasure.
âFuck baby, youâre so thirsty for my cock.â and his hand rests on top of your head when you started bobbing it out of instinct.
âJust like thatâ damn, it feels so good.â he moaned, groaning while biting his lips deliciously.
âLook at me.â he demands that you oblige, making him go insane.
âGoddamn those eyes. I will cum if you keep looking at me like that.â he said in a husky voice that sent shivers in your spine.
You hummed sending vibrations on his dick that gave him ultimate pleasure.
âKeep going, pretty.â and with his guidance you continued bopping and sucking his delicious cock like a lollipop. It felt so satisfying hearing his moans and having him tightly gripping your hair out of pleasure.
âIâm gonna fucking cum,â he grunts so you kept your pace and he started fucking into your mouth, making you slightly gag on his fat dick.
He didnât stop until he shoots his hot cum at the depth of your throat, making sure you swallow every drop of it. You did as he told, rolling your eyes as you continue sucking him dry. Sunghoon grunts at the sight of you.
âSo good for me.â he mumbles and pulls you up to give you a kiss at your lips.
The day ended with you actually doing your session. This time, you can really tell heâs trying to be more cooperative. Answering questions from you about his childhood and all, trying to familiarize you more about him.
You left that day with a sweet kiss on his lips and small gropping. Heâs just really naughty and you cannot get enough of him.
Your routines became making out, foreplays, makeouts then session with Sunghoon. Two weeks passed by so quickly and you two grew closer and intimately. Another weekend came and you spent it with Hana, trying to find good clothes and other girly things.
âHow was it with Mr. Park Sunghoon?â she asks raising her brow teasingly.
Your cheeks blushed and eyes dropped at your food instantly. Just by then she realized that something is really happening between you and the f1 racer and so she squealed happily and didnât stop bugging you to tell her everything.
âI always knew he have the hots for you.â and she winks, delighted that her friend is finally having the sex she deserves.
âWhat? No. Maybe heâs just bored andââ
âOh come on! Sunghoon can have any girls he wants and yet he picked you. He isnât the type to go fuck around girls as well, y/n. He may look like a player, but that dude is loyal.â she even whistles.
âHowâd you know?â
She shrugs her shoulder, âHe had only one ex-girlfriend and not once did I heard him getting involve with someone else.â
Your heart sank at what you heard. Lately, Sunghoon has been making you feel special. Despite him being mean sometimes, his gestures still tugs your heart. And to think that you learnt about this ex lover of his being the undefeated champion for his heart is hurting your heart.
âDonât worry! Theyâre already over.â she assured you after noticing the look of horror on your face.
That didnât wipe away your worry, since you could tell she has something to do why Sunghoon refuses to talk about his hard refusal of driving for his team again.
âWhy did they broke up?â you couldnât help yourself but to ask.
She pursed her lips trying to recall the article she saw the moment the news broke to the media. It was not that big of a scandal, but still theyâre both a famous and public personality. There are a lot of people invested in their love journey.
âIâm not sure, but as far as I remember it was her who calls it off.â she says that made you even more insecure about it.
Hana seems to be ignorant about the fact that youâre starting to overthink things and just diverts the topic into something else. You tried hard to push back whatever that is thatâs bothering you, but it was no use. Your heart feels heavy just by thinking of where you stand at Sunghoonâs life.
He didnât mentioned anything about taking things seriously. You wanted to get into his mind, talk to him and help him get through this phase of his life. On the other hand, he wants to get in your pants and use you for pleasure. Thatâs it? You should not get worried and shrug it off, but you canât. Because no matter how much you deny it, you are slowly catching feelings with him.
And to think that the possibility of him still having hang ups with his ex are breaking your heart.
Monday came faster than expected. The weekends spent mostly by you overthinking things. It was slightly exhausting, but again it was overpowered by the thought of seeing Sunghoon once again. Excitement feeling your chest as you parked right at the hospital to meet some of your morning clients.
Time passes by so slow as you keep glancing at your wall clock, begging for it to go faster. After your third client, your intercom rings.
âDoctor, you are asked to go to the conference room to attend a meeting.â your secretary announced.
Your brows furrowed as you glanced at your calendar beside your table, finding it odd that it wasnât recorded to your schedule. Meaning its either its an unplanned meeting or you forgot to just include it.
You pressed the button to your intercom, âAlright. Thank you.â
The conference room are packed with some doctors and at the center of it was the director. His eyes lights up at the sight of you and you tried to flash a smile for him. He continued talking about some reminders and changes at the hospital protocols.
Your eyes unconsciously darts at the clock and saw that its almost your session with Sunghoon. Remembering that you forgot to inform him, you tried to check your phone from your pockets and realized you donât have it with you.
You almost cheered silently when the director said his ending remarks for the meeting. Everyone stood up and claps for him. When youâre about to leave the conference room, he calls for you. It made you hesitant, but since you donât want to make a scene you just walk near him.
âYour ward will be provided with new equipments.â he started and even looked over the folder holding the lists of things your department requested.
Your shoulder relaxed a bit, thinking that heâs not totally up for something weird. Its just that you represented the department as everyone else have something to do. Slowly, the people inside the room left one by one. Even before you realize it, you are alone with the director already.
âCan you check if thereâs anything missing?â he asks seriously and even handed you the folder.
You nod and carefully checks the list. While deeply into it, you yelped when youâre suddenly pushed towards the table. His body pressing hardly behind you. Tears quickly pool your eyes in terror, head hurting as it hits the table.
âM-Mr. Cha w-what are you doing?!â you panicked and even try to push yourself back up.
He grunts and pushed you even harder, holding your position. You cried and shut your eyes, wishing that this is just a dream. A very bad dream. You felt his hot breath near the back of your ears and something hard pressed at your but. It felt disgusting, you felt disgusted with yourself.
âShut the fuck up and just take this bitch.â he mumbles scarily and started grinding himself at you.
âN-No, please stopââ you cried even harder feeling him from outside your clothes and its so horrifying.
âShh, donât cry. I wonât put it inside. Itâs too early for that...â he said lowly and even caress your face. You moved away from his touch and he just scoffed.
âYou have no idea how many times Iâve taught of doing this to you.â he groans and you can feel him going faster, reaching his climax.
It was horrible, but you just stood still as you are helpess. Tears keep streaming down your eyes, unable to even say anything. You bit your lip, shutting your eyes tightly.
When he finished, he leans in and forcedly pressed a kiss at your lips. The moment he lets go of you, you bolted your way out of there. Thankfully, you didnât stumble with some colleagues or else they would be wondering why youâre crying and dress all crumpled up.
Youâre traumatized after what happened. Youâve been inside your vehicle parked underground the hospital. Tears doesnât even stream from your eyes anymore, you just sat there feeling so numb and disgusted. You feel disgusted about yourself. Just every place he touched you.
Your head slowly cranes to the side when you heard your phone ringing. Sunghoonâs name flashing through it. Right, youâre late to your session with him. After a while, your screen turns black meaning youâve missed the call already.
It lits up once again because heâs trying to call again. Your heart tugs and slowly reached for your phone.
âH-Hello?â you stuttered.
A big sigh is whatâs greet you. âFinally!â he spats. âIâve been trying to call you for an hour. I thought something bad happened to you.â he sounded a little irritated.
âIâm sorry, I was c-caught in a meeting.â the memory flashes back to your mind.
âItâs fine. I just got worried.â you missed what Sunghoon said as your mind slowly spaced out.
He noticed you being silent from the other line so he sighed, âHey, Iâm not mad. I was just really worried.â he repeated, thinking you thought heâs angry.
When he still didnât receive any response, his brows furrowed hardly.
âBaby?â he calls softly, snapping you back to your senses.
âS-Sorry, yeah?â you sniffed.
âAre you okay? Did something happen?â
Your heart sank at what you heard. The amount of emotions mountaining inside you are unexplainable. You want to scream, cry and tell him everything but you are scared. Scared as hell on what will happen after.
âYeah Iâm f-fine.â only case is, youâre not.
âAre you coming here?â
âYes.â
You really want to see him. Something in you tells you that Sunghoon can help. That seeing him can help you.
âOkay. Drive safely.â
You bid goodbye and drove towards his house with one thing inside your mind. What happened to you a while ago and what the director did you to you just means he will not stop just like that. If thereâs anyone you want to give yourself in for the first time, it would be Park Sunghoon. You want to give yourself to him.
When you arrived his place, Sunghoon was the one of who opened the door for you. He canât even say hi because you quickly wrap your arms over his nape, pulling him closer. You crashed your lips on his and start kissing him passionately.
Despite being surprised, Sunghoon caught on and kissed back. He doesnât understand why youâre suddenly like this, but he cannot reject and stop you. No. Never. Not when you look so beautiful desperate for him. Desperate for his kisses and touch.
He pushed your body to the door and started kissing you hungrily, hands roaming your body like they have a body of their own.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â he asks, catching his breath.
Your lustful eyes stared right at his swollen lips. âI just missed you.â
Sunghoonâs eyes soften at what you said and leans back in for another heated kiss. Both of his large hands rests at your hips, gripping them tightly.
âH-Hoon,â you moaned when he starts to kiss and suck the skin on your neck.
He hummed on your skin, sending so much pleasure. Your hands plays over his hair, pulling it softly.
âFuck me.â
Sunghoon was stoned at his position when he heard you mutter those words. He pulled away slightly, enough to look at your eyes.
âWhat did you say?â
You looked at him straight in the eyes.
âPlease fuck me.â
Sunghoon went wild after hearing it. He licked his lips and placed a kiss on top of your hand. âYou sure?â
You nod continuously, wanted so bad to forget what happened earlier at the conference room.
âAll right, let me prep youââ you hold his arm.
âN-No,â you gulped. âI want to feel it. I want it to hurt.â
He furrowed his brows and looked at you in confusion. Heâs not gonna lie, heâs all riled up with you saying these things but he cannot help but to think what happened to you. For the past month that he knew you and been doing stuff with you, heâs never seen you like this. He feels like somethingâs wrong.
âIs everything okay?â he asked all concerned.
You want to dodge that question as much as possible so you glanced away. His firm hold over you softens as he try to catch your eyes.
âHey, you good? If you want to do this, I want you to be sure. I need to prep you so it will hurt lessââ
âI said I donât mind!â you burst and shoot him glares. Your emotions are getting the best out of you.
âYou know what, nevermind! If you donât want to do it then Iâll find someone else!â you yelled. Of course that was a lie, but you try to save yourself from too much embarrassment.
Youâre about to walk away from him, but he grabbed you by the wrist. When you meet his eyes, shivers run through your spine because Sunghoonâs eyes are so dark.
âWhy the fuck would you say that?â he looked so mad and your lips shake unable to even say anything.
âYou want it to hurt? Iâll make it hurt.â and he threw you over his shoulders making you slightly yelp.
âH-Hoon,â he walked towards somewhere.
Realizing he entered a room, Sunghoon placed you on the middle of the big bed. You looked at him, nervous. He smoothly took off his shirt and you fold your legs. His toned body made you at awe.
He stretches and grabbed your leg pulling you closer to him. His hand find your skirt and he started taking it off. He dipped his head to smash his lips onto yours. Your eyes shut, getting drown by his sweet, sloppy kisses.
âYou donât say those words at me, y/n. Finding someone else to fuck you?â he said after he pull away and manages to take off your skirt. His eyes turned dark as he let out a scoff with no humor.
âNow, Iâm going to fuck you so hard and youâre going to take it all like a good bitch.â
His words are enough to make you wet down there, but you know it wasnât enough to make it less painful. With the length and thickness of his cock, it will surely hurt like hell.
âW-Waitââ you sound scared.
Sunghoon didnât mind and just pushed your body down the bed, his big hand wrapping around your neck. His other hand started stripping off your underwear.
âShut the fuck up.â
He moved away and started removing his sweatpants. His dick was hard already, slapping at his stomach after he took off his boxer shorts. The view itself was salivating for you. It made your fear disappear for a split second. Tho it all went back when he approached you and spread your legs wide for him.
His eyes are darkly focused down at your slightly wet core.
âH-Hoon,â he didn't say anything and spit on his palm before stroking his hard cock.
Youâre about to say something but his dark eyes looked at you. The corner of his lips lifts a little as he position his tip at your entrance. Your heart thump in fear and excitement. Multiple times you two did foreplays and youâve been imagining his cock entering you. Now, itâs really gonna happen.
âDo you trust me?â he asks in a low tone.
You nod your head.
âI will make it hurt so you wouldnât forget who took you first.â he mumble so ruthless and then pressed his body closer.
Your lips pursed as his cock slowly enters you. It was hard, Sunghoon cannot even push inside as it was so tight for him. He clenched his jaw, couldnât get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his tip.
âFucking tight,â he growled and thrust harder.
You yelped at the feeling of being painfully stretched by his dick. The pain was unexplainable, something you never felt before. Your hold over his arm tighten, eyes becoming teary. Sunghoon searches for your lips as he continues taking your virginity, cursing inside his mind how good this pussy is. How tight and perfect for him to ruin.
âS-So big,â you cry out.
âJust a little bit more, baby.â he whispered to your ears.
Heâs not yet fully in but you already feel so full. It was unbelievable. Your eyes tightly shut, nails digging over his broad back.
âThere we go,â he sighs when you finally managed to take all of him.
He pulled away slightly just to get a good look of his cock buried deep inside of you. Your pussy so red and full. It looked so tight with his dick filling you completely. He fits you perfectly that its no doubt that this pussy belongs to me.
âYouâre mine now, y/n. Hear me?â he growled and leaned his body down as he start to move his hips, thrusting in and out.
âIâm claiming this pussy mine.â and he bit your shoulder, pistoning his hips harder and faster.
He didnât even ask if you adjusted already. He was so lost by the pleasure you are giving him. He continued fucking you fast and hard that youâre starting to see stars. It was amazing. Painful, but amazing.
âNgh,â you moaned when its started to feel a little better. He smirks and tries to catch a glance at your face.
âYouâre taking me so well, baby. Youâre such a good girl.â he mumbled and looked back at your privates hitting each other continuously.
âSo pretty. So perfect for me.â he kept mumbling like a prayer.
You got lost on how long heâs been abusing your hole until he finally cum on your stomach. Sunghoonâs not the type who gets tired right away after a round, but this oneâs different. The kind of pleasure and emotions he poured in this one is something he has never done before.
He crashed beside you and gently pulled you towards him, making your head rest over his chest. A peck on your forehead and then he rest his chin on your head.
âThank you.â you mumbled, after finally gaining back some senses.
He scoffed and wrapped his arm around you. âThank you for hurting you?â
You chuckled and nuzzled over his chest.
âWell, I did asked for it.â
âYou did, baby.â
The two of you fell silent before your eyes caught a glimpse of some of his trophies.
âDid you want to be a racer ever since you were a kid?â
âOh, my psychiatrist is back? Damn. Iâm kind of enjoying my cuddles at the moment.â he said sarcastically.
âI just want to know.â you giggled.
He heaved a sigh, clearly thinking through it.
âI grew up loving cars. My uncle used to take me with him whenever he watch f1 racers. I thought it was cool and wanted to be like them.â he started and you just listened to him.
âAnd you did.â you uttered so proudly.
âMy Mom was against it at first. Saying that its dangerous. But I just couldnât stop myself from pursuing it. I just feel so alive doing it. The sound of the roaring engines, the thrill of the speed and the smell of the tires scratching over the race track. Its just... different.â he mumbles.
He didnât say anything, but you felt his tension slightly disappearing. Your hand that was hugging him starts to caress his back, lowkey letting him know that youâre there beside him.
âI used to love racing.â
âYou still love it.â you declared like youâre so sure of it.
He didnât respond right away. Like somethingâs occupying his mind right now. The thought of his ex girlfriend made it to you and slowly, you pulled away from his hug.
You looked straight to his eyes and gulped.
âDoes your ex girlfriend has something to do why you donât want to race anymore?â
You can clearly saw how his eyes turned cold and the emotions in his face drained. He looked like how he was when you first met him.
Your heart cracks when he pulled away from you and leave the bed before starting to grab his clothes.
âIâll get you a fresh towel so you can take a bath.â he suggested with cold voice.
âSunghoon, Iâm sââ
âLetâs skip todayâs session. You can leave after you take a bath.â and he walked away to get the things you will be needing. Leaving you dumbfounded and heartâs aching.
You have no idea what just happened, but the f1 racer sure does know how to fucking hurt you both physically and emotionally.
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HEESEUNG felt all too giddy with you in the same bed as him. he couldnât help but sneak glances and looks here and there, especially when the moon cascaded over your little body compared to his. you barely took up half the bed in comparison to him, and donât get him started on those short shorts and tank top that did horrible jobs at hiding your modesty. by one am, your legs are thrown over the creases of his elbows, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra as your shorts dangled just over his shoulder. he couldnât keep his desires at bay.
SUNGHOON acted tough like sharing a bed with you was no big deal, but on the inside it was an internal battle for him not to pop a boner. that stupid moomoo you wore that accentuated your breasts and ass definitely didnât help keep one from forming in his sweats. he promised to keep it PG tonight but when you slid into bed besides him, smelling like a fresh sweet cake he couldnât keep his hands off of you. he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your moomoo was somewhere over the clouds, your chest and throat covered in hickies heâd have to explain tomorrow.
JAY was decently good at keeping his composure. he had shared a bed with you numerous times, but this time it was different because this time you were his. with your ass pressed to his pelvis, his hand underneath your top, gently fondling your right breast he tried to lull off to sleep. but your whiny moans and twitching ultimately ruined all the composure he had. flipping you onto your stomach, he mounted from behind, tearing your shorts and panties off in a slick motion for better access. the others wouldnât let you two share a room anymore because they got no sleep with how loud you were.
JAKE purposefully made sure every trip that you two ended up together, if that meant bribing everyone with lots of money so theyâd willingly book a hotel with one less room for everyone. Jake would sadly break the news to you, pouting to really add to the bit. in the end, it worked in his favor because youâd be straddling him that night, his hair between your fingers as you rode him like your life depended on it. Jungwon would end up banging on the door, asking you two to kindly âshut the fuck up.â
SUNOO was nervous every time you had to bunk with him. heâd go the extra mile to make sure you were comfortable, he wouldnât even sleep without socks. one night, all of that flew right out of the open window when you cuddled up to him, tucking your face into his collarbone. your soft whimpers of enjoyment fueled something inside of him, he tapped your back gently. it was nothing but fireworks from that night on, blissful orgasms that made both of you see stars and shake violently against one another.
JUNGWON being the leader it was only right that he let you bunk with him. he had a set of rules that seemed to go right through the floor when you came back from a steamy shower with dewy skin and a nighty that hugged your body in all the right places. you asked him if this was alright for his ârulesâ, whilst smoothing your hands down your body. he sucked in a deep breath, looking towards the door before ultimately deciding whether or not he wanted to be ridiculed in the morning. needless to say, after an eventful, blissful night with Jungwon, that nighty was ripped to shreds and he had to explain what all those weird sounds were last night.
NI-KI put his cold feet up the back of your shirt and kicked you off the bed with both very large feet.
K BYE!!
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love story
summary: kinich makes a surprise visit to fontaine and wants to spend the entire day with you, no excuses.
warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff, might be ooc kinich (it's just my interpretation on his personality as of now).
notes: silly little kinich fic as my first post >< reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated :)
âkinich!â you exclaim from the huntersâ guild, a huge smile on your face as you see him walking towards you, a nonchalant look on his face as usual. âhey! i didnât know you were visiting fontaine. you should have told me!â
âit wouldnât be a surprise if i tell now would it?â kinich replies, ajaw beside him nodding in agreement. âwhat are you doing in the huntersâ guild? did you receive a new commission?â
âmhm,â you hum in reply. âlumine and paimon are taking a day off so iâm taking over their commissions for today!â you hand him the list of commissions that are currently available to do and you swear you can see a faint glint of disappointment in his eyes when he sees how many commissions there are to do. âiâm-â
âlet me help.â kinich abruptly cuts you off. âyouâll get this finished faster when iâm helping. iâm allowed to help, right?â his eyes flicker over to katheryne who is smiling amusingly.Â
âyes of course, if thatâs okay with y/n?â katheryne eyes you knowingly. despite katheryne being a robot, she has a clear understanding of the tension between you and kinich (a little too well, if you must say).
you clear your throat. âoh um- yeah of course you can help!â kinich smiles at your answer. he keeps the piece of paper containing the commission details inside his pocket.
âcome on, no time to waste. we have lots of things to do today.â kinich exclaims almost excitedly, and you canât help but wonder what plans heâs got for you today (because why else would he come all the way from natlan to fontaine?).
kinich indeed wasted no time because as soon as there was a fight, he jumped straight into it, killing the enemies almost instantly. before you know it, the commissions are all done hours before your predicted finish time.
kinich wipes the sweat away from his forehead, acting as if he didnât just do all the commission for you. he turns around and gives you a big smile. âweâre done now, yeah? youâre finished with work?â
âum, yeahâŠâ you stare at kinich as if he just ate a spider.
kinich tilts his head to the side. âwhat? why are you staring at me like that?â
âno itâs just,â you let out a small laugh, suddenly finding kinichâs actions a bit funny. âarenât you acting a bit too⊠desperate?â
âd-desperate?â kinich stutters, a red hue filling his cheeks. âi donât- i donât know what youâre talking about.â
you raise your eyebrows. âreally? so you did all my commissions in under ten minutes, used every single teleport waypoint instead of exploring the land like you always do, and made me watch you do the commissions instead of letting me help?â
kinichâs cheeks turn darker as you speak, and he immediately covers his face, as if his plan has been busted. âokay, youâre right. iâm⊠desperate.â he removes his hand from his face, pulling you into a tight hug. âi missed you so much, okay? my work lasted much longer than i had expected, and there was no time for me to write a letter to you.â
you can practically hear the pout in his voice. you gently pat his back, consoling him. âi missed you even more, kinich. how long has it been since we last met?â
âfour weeks.â kinich says almost instantly.
you hum. kinich lets go of you, however, one of his hands is still holding one of yours tightly. he doesnât say anything, and only focuses on caressing your hands, as if you are going to disappear when he lets go.
âkinich,â you call out, and his head whips up. âiâm not going anywhere.â
âi know, iâm sorry,â kinich sighs. âi had so many plans for us today but now i canât even think of what we should do first.â
âwell, considering i- we finish the list of commissions earlier than i had expected⊠why donât we start from the top of the list?â you suggest. kinichâs eyes lit up, however, there is a glint of confusion behind it. âof course i know about the list. weâve been dating for, what, four months now? i know you keep a list whenever we go out.â
kinich makes a sound of surprise and he lowers his head, slowly grabbing the piece of paper from his pocket. he hands it to you silently. âyou know me too well, y/n.â
you smile, opening the paper. there arenât many things on the paper, considering that he listed only five things; explore the court of fontaine, stop by the cafe there and have a nice little coffee date with y/n :), ride the aquabus (seems like fun), visit the opera epiclese, visit the chioriya boutique and gift y/n an outfit!
âwowâŠâ you gasp in awe. âchioriya boutique? howâd you know i like her outfits?â
âremember the letter we last sent out to each other?â kinich asks and you nod. âwell, you briefly mentioned her. how you love the outfits she makes and you made a little note on the side saying how you really want an outfit from her but you donât have enough mora to buy one.â
âthat- kinich that letter was probably sent a month ago! how do you still remember that?â you ask, surprised that he remembers the small detail.
kinich only smiles in response. âwell, no time to explain. come on, letâs ride the aquabus! iâve been dying to ride them ever since i got here.â
he pulls you and starts running, almost making you tumble. well, since heâs really excited, you canât really complain. a happy kinich is a sight to behold.
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more ex husband toji plsssss
BABY DADDY TOJI! â TOJI FUSHIGURO
SYNOPSIS...nsfw and sfw headcanons of baby daddy!toji
INFO...baby daddy!toji x fem!reader, toji is also your ex husband, little bit of angst, some fluff, toxic!toji, reader and toji have a daughter, toji is a good dad, possessiveness, arguing, oral (f!receiving), p in v, mentions of marriage, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
baby daddy!toji who is quite literally annoying, always bothering you when he comes over to pick up his daughter. Heâll make jokes about you, constantly poke you. You swear heâs like a big man child
baby daddy!toji who constantly has women wrapped around his arm every few months, and as much as you tell him you donât want your daughter around that he never listens to you because why would he?
baby daddy!toji who is also your ex husband, little do you know he always keeps his ring in his pocket
baby daddy!toji who still has a soft spot for you. No matter how many arguments or fights your guys get into he is always right behind you in every situation. You called him one night crying because you were stranded at a bar, scared. Toji nearly ran out the house barefoot to come and pick you up
baby daddy!toji who isnât afraid to say you still look sexy to him. Hand always caressing your cheek before you swat it away and ask him, âdonât you got a girl?â Oh yeah, he does
baby daddy!toji whose relationships never last longer than 2-3 months because theyâre simply not you. He knows heâll never be able to replace you but he still tries (he ends up giving up)
baby daddy!toji who spoils his baby girl, buying her toys, clothes, shoes, whatever she wants. He loves seeing her cute smile and chubby cheeks because she looks just like you
baby daddy!toji who hates how toxic you and him are to each other which ultimately ended up in the downfall of your marriage. But besides that, you two were perfect together and he misses that
baby daddy!toji who loses his shit when he find out through gojo that youâre going on a date with someone. He pulls up to your house banging on the door before you swing it open. Heâs barging in, slamming your door shut and yâall instantly get into a heated argument. âDonât be slamming my doors, Toji! You donât pay for shit in this house!â You yell, a scowl on your face. âI donât give a fuck! When were you gonna tell me you were fucking somebody else?!â You werenât even fucking the guy, you didnât even get to go out on a date with him yet.
baby daddy!toji who letâs you go out on your date, but he knows he ruined your mood, mentally cursing at himself for being so possessive over you. He canât help it. Thatâs why heâs texting you âeven if we arenât together youâre still mineâ while youâre on your date. He doesnât give a shit if the guy sees
baby daddy!toji who shows up to your house unannounced, early in the morning to apologize. âIâm sorry for how I acted, mamas. Let me make it up to you, yeah?â Your knees are pushed to your chest as his tongue is lapping at your clit, long drawn out moans filling the room, your fingers entangled in his hair. âMmmm, I hate you so much,â You whimper, legs twitching as the pleasurable sensation. âShhh, just let me make you feel good.â
baby daddy!toji who has your favorite flowers sent to your door as another apology, a note written on the small card asking if you forgive him yet
baby daddy!toji who gets sad whenever your daughter asks why you and him arenât together anymore, letting a sigh because he knows sheâs too young to understand. Itâs times like these where he wishes you and him could be happy together. âLetâs just say daddy has been mean to mommy a few times.â
baby daddy!toji who always shows up to the parent events and shows. His baby girl is being featured in a play? Heâs there in the audience with you. Sheâs getting an award for student of the month? Heâs right there congratulating her. If he canât be the best boyfriend, he sure as hell is gonna be the best father
baby daddy!toji who notices the moments when you feel insecure about yourself, noticing the days when youâre quiet and more reserved, noticing how you hide away from him when he picks up your daughter. Youâve been having insecurity issues ever since giving birth to your baby girl and toji hates that you canât see how good you look all of the time. âThat outift looks good on you, might have to give Mia another sibling,â he says with a smile. âToji!â You gasp, playfully smacking his arm. But he sees that smile on your face and hopes he made your day a little better
baby daddy!toji who got too drunk one night and crashed at your place in the middle of night. He was drunkenly babbling as you were taking care of him. âI miss us. You were my girl. You still are my girl,â he spoke. His words made you freeze as you stopped and stared at him for a moment. âYouâre drunk, Toji.â You shook your head. He meant every word he said
baby daddy!toji who pops up when he gets a late night text from you asking him to come over. Heâs there in a flash, never able to deny you. You two on each other the minute he walks through the door, sloppily kissing each other while he carries you to the bedroom
baby daddy!toji who can fuck you slow and sensual or fast and rough. His favorite position is missionary so he can look at your pretty face while you cum on his dick for the third time. âMissed me, mamas?â He asks, breathless. You nod with a whimper, eyes searching his, the tip of his dick rubbing against your sweet spot with each thrust of his hips. âOh fuck, I missed you too.â
baby daddy!toji who swears up and down youâll be the best heâs ever had, literally wifey material in his eyes. Youâre beautiful, amazing personality, a good mother, makes him laugh, and you got good pussy. Itâs all worth it when you drive him crazy or make him upset. What more could he ask for? One day heâll put a ring on it
baby daddy!toji who is big on cuddling. This man is a tank, beefy as hell. Who are you to deny a cuddle from him? Heâll wrap you up in his arms after a bad day or after sex and you just fall asleep instantly
baby daddy!toji who stares down any man that look at you when you ask him to take you to run some errands. If looks could kill, multiple people would be dead. He doesnât like how theyâre practically stripping you with their eyes and having sex with you in their head. Only he can do such a thingâin real life too
baby daddy!toji who gains the courage to talk to you and ask if youâre willing to try again with him and be a family. Youâre his forever girl no matter the stupid arguments or situations. Heâs scared of what youâll say but he just needs to know or itâll always be a dying question in his mind. So, would you?
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a tailored connection
pairing: designer!sunghoon x muse!reader
synopsis: sunghoon, a talented designer, has always harboured feelings for his longtime friend, you. when he invites you to be his muse, the sessions are charged with a tension that neither of you can ignore. as sunghoonâs compliments and intimate moments reveal deeper feelings, a surprising twist shakes your world. with your engagement to someone else looming and sunghoon grappling with his emotions, both of you face a turning point that will challenge everything you thought you knew about love and friendship.
genre: friends to lovers, both are fools in love
warnings: looot of tension, angst!! , kissing, crying, not really proofread
note: aaand with this royally yours comes to an end, i had a great time writing it! where can i get a man who makes me dresses like this :( i hope you enjoy reading this<3
word count: 16.8k
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if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3
the sound of laughter echoes through the village streets, a memory woven into the fabric of your childhood. sunghoon had always been there, his presence as familiar to you as the sky above. you grew up side by sideâfirst as playmates, then as something more complicated, though neither of you had the words for it yet.
it started with simple things. the way heâd hold out his hand to help you over the stones in the river, his grip firm but gentle. the way heâd always save the last piece of the bread he bought for lunch, handing it to you with a shy grin. and the way heâd linger just a bit longer when you hugged him goodbye, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid to let go.
you were never apart for long, always finding reasons to be in each otherâs company. as children, youâd run wild through the village, a pair of inseparable companions. the streets had been your playground, the trees your hideout, and the open fields your kingdom.
sunghoon was the one who taught you how to climb trees, his long limbs making it look easy as he scrambled up the tallest one in the village square. youâd followed him then, determined to keep up with him no matter what, your competitive spirit something he both teased and admired.
âcome on, you can do it,â heâd called down to you one day, perched on a sturdy branch high above, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âiâm not leaving you behind.â
âiâm not going to be left behind,â youâd retorted, climbing faster, though your hands were trembling. you didnât want to admit it, but heights terrified you.
sunghoon had seen through you, though, like he always did. when you reached the top, his hand had shot out to steady you, his touch reassuring. âsee? i told you,â he said, smiling in that soft way that always made you feel warm inside.
that was how it always wasâsunghoon pushing you to be braver, to go further, but always there to catch you if you stumbled.
as you grew older, the carefree days of your childhood evolved into something quieter, but no less meaningful. sunghoonâs passion for design began to bloom, his sketchbook always tucked under his arm, filled with dresses, cloaks, and the kind of ornate embroidery that would make any noble gasp. heâd spend hours at the village tailorâs shop, learning from the master tailor, and youâd sit in the corner, watching him work, admiring the way his hands moved with precision and care.
âwhy donât you just play outside like the other girls?â the old tailor would often ask you, shaking his head with a smile. âthis place is no fun for someone your age.â
youâd always smile back, knowing full well why you stayed. âi donât mind. besides, i like watching sunghoon.â
sunghoon would look up from his work then, a shy smile tugging at his lips. âsheâs my best critic,â heâd say, as if that explained everything.
but it wasnât just about watching him work. there was something in the quiet moments between you, in the way you understood each other without having to say a word. he would sketch something and glance up, catching your eye, and youâd know exactly what he was thinking. he didnât have to say it.
the bond between you deepened with every passing year, though the village seemed blind to it. to everyone else, you were just friends, nothing more. but there were momentsâfleeting, subtleâwhen you felt something stirring between you, something neither of you dared to speak aloud.
it wasnât until one late afternoon, when the two of you were sitting under the large oak tree at the edge of the village, that you truly realised how much he meant to you.
the summer sun cast a golden glow over the fields, the breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers. you were both quiet, simply enjoying each otherâs company. sunghoon had his sketchbook open on his lap, his charcoal pencil moving lazily across the page. you were watching him, as you often did, wondering what it would be like to have your portrait sketched by him. would he see you differently if he looked at you that way? would the feelings youâd kept locked inside for so long show on your face?
âwhat are you drawing this time?â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. it was always your way of trying to sneak a glimpse into the world that sunghoon poured into his designs.
he looked up, startled from his thoughts, his pencil pausing mid-stroke. âjust... a dress,â he said, and though it sounded like a simple answer, there was a softness in his voice that made you curious.
âa dress?â you echoed, smiling. âfor who?â
âfor... no one in particular,â he murmured, closing the book before you could peek at it. âjust an idea.â
you tilted your head, studying him. âyouâve been spending a lot of time on these designs lately. are you preparing for something big?â
he shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. âmaybe. iâve been thinking about... making something new. something different. i donât want to just follow the same old patterns forever.â
you nodded, understanding. sunghoon had always been ambitious, but his talent had begun to outgrow the small village you lived in. you knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to leaveâventure into the capital or even beyond to showcase his work.
âwhatever it is, youâll be amazing at it,â you said, your voice steady, though your chest tightened at the thought of him leaving.
he glanced at you then, his expression unreadable. âyou really think so?â
âof course,â you replied without hesitation. âiâve always believed in you.â
the words felt heavier than they should have, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. sunghoonâs gaze lingered on you, something unspoken flickering in his eyes, but just as quickly, he looked away, his fingers nervously tapping the cover of his sketchbook.
âi couldnât have come this far without you,â he said, his voice quiet. âyouâve always been there for me.â
you smiled softly, nudging him with your shoulder. âthatâs what friends are for, right?â
but even as you said it, the word âfriendsâ felt inadequateâtoo small to hold the depth of what you felt for him. and though you couldnât say it aloud, you wondered if sunghoon felt the same.
as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the fields, the two of you sat in silence, side by side. in the fading light, everything felt suspendedâlike the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
but neither of you moved, and the unspoken feelings between you remained just thatâunspoken.
for now.
the day had started like any other. you were making your way through the village, the familiar sights and sounds surrounding youâchildren running through the streets, merchants shouting their daily specials, and the distant clang of the blacksmithâs hammer. but today, something felt different. there was an odd flutter in your stomach, though you couldnât quite place why. perhaps it was because you were heading to sunghoonâs workshop, as you often did, or perhaps it was something else.
his shop had grown over the years, its modest space now brimming with elegant fabrics and mannequins draped in partially finished garments. sunghoon had worked tirelessly, his name slowly gaining recognition beyond the village, though he remained humble about his achievements. it had become a routine for you to visit him, to sit in the corner while he worked, offering your thoughts or simply watching the magic unfold under his skilled hands.
when you arrived, the door was slightly ajar, and you pushed it open to find sunghoon standing at his worktable, deep in thought. his back was turned to you, the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the window and casting a soft glow around him. he was focused, hunched over a sketch, his pencil moving in rapid strokes, as if he were chasing some fleeting inspiration.
you stepped inside quietly, not wanting to disturb him. he was always at his best when he was lost in his workâhis mind far away from the village, immersed in a world of silk and satin, seams and stitches. but even in those moments, it wasnât uncommon for him to sense your presence before you spoke.
today, though, he was more distracted than usual. he didnât notice you until you were almost beside him, peeking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his newest creation. âwhatâs this one?â you asked lightly, hoping not to startle him.
he jumped slightly, straightening up and turning to face you, a small smile forming on his lips when he saw it was you. âyouâre early.â
you raised an eyebrow. âam i interrupting?â
âno, not at all,â he said, closing the sketchbook and setting it aside. âi was just... thinking.â
âyou do that a lot,â you teased, leaning against the edge of the worktable. âwhatâs on your mind today?â
for a moment, he didnât answer. his gaze drifted toward the window, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of a piece of fabric. you could see there was something weighing on him, but sunghoon had always been the type to choose his words carefully, never speaking until he was sure of what he wanted to say.
finally, he turned back to you, his expression serious but soft. âiâve been working on something new. something important.â
you crossed your arms, intrigued. âi figured as much. youâve been spending even more time here than usual. what is it? a new collection?â
ânot exactly,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. âitâs... different this time. i want to create something thatâs truly mine, something that will set me apart. but to do that, i need help.â
you blinked, surprised. sunghoon rarely asked for help, especially when it came to his designs. âhelp? from me?â
he nodded slowly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. âi want you to be my muse.â
the words hung in the air between you, heavier than youâd expected. muse. it wasnât just a wordâit was a role that carried meaning. in a way, youâd always been part of sunghoonâs creative process, offering suggestions or simply being there to share in his successes and frustrations. but this... this was something else entirely.
you shifted your weight, suddenly feeling a little unsure. âa muse? what do you mean?â
âi mean...â he hesitated, running a hand through his hair as he searched for the right words. âiâve been designing dresses, outfits for people iâve never even met. but none of them feel personal. none of them feel real. i want to create something that speaks to me, and to do that, i need someone who inspires me. someone i know. someone... like you.â
your breath caught in your throat. the way he said it, the way his eyes lingered on youâit was impossible to ignore the meaning behind his words. he wasnât just asking you to be part of his work; he was asking you to be at the centre of it. to be the person he looked at, thought about, dreamed about while he created. and that idea stirred something inside you that you hadnât been prepared for.
âi donât know if iâd make a very good muse,â you said, trying to laugh it off, though your heart was racing.
sunghoon stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âyouâre perfect for it. youâve always been perfect.â
the air between you shifted, growing warmer, heavier with tension. it wasnât the first time heâd complimented youâhe was always kind, always thoughtfulâbut this felt different. his words werenât casual or lighthearted. they carried weight, an unspoken truth that had been building between you for years.
you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, your throat tightening. being his muse meant more than just standing still while he draped fabric around you. it meant letting him see you, really see you, in ways that no one else ever had. it felt intimate, like a part of you would be etched into every piece he made.
âwhat would that mean for us?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunghoon blinked, startled by the question. âwhat do you mean?â
âyou and i,â you clarified, feeling the weight of the words. âif i agree... wonât it change things between us?â
for a long moment, sunghoon didnât speak. he seemed to consider your words, his eyes searching your face as if trying to decipher your feelings. finally, he took a deep breath, stepping even closer, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his body. âmaybe it will,â he admitted, his voice soft but steady. âbut maybe itâs already changed. maybe itâs been different for a long time.â
his words hit you like a wave, the truth in them undeniable. he was right. things had changedâslowly, quietlyâbut neither of you had ever dared to acknowledge it. until now.
your heart hammered in your chest, the weight of his confession settling over you like a blanket. you could feel the tension between you, crackling like the air before a storm. there was something fragile, something precious hanging between you, and the slightest word or movement could shatter it.
but then, without thinking, you made your decision.
âiâll do it,â you said, your voice barely audible, but firm.
sunghoonâs eyes widened, a flicker of surprise and relief passing across his face. âyou will?â
you nodded, your gaze never leaving his. âyes. iâll be your muse.â
for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken feelings that had been buried for so long. and then, slowly, sunghoonâs lips curved into the softest smileâa smile that reached his eyes and made something inside you melt.
âthank you,â he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, and for a brief, electrifying moment, it felt as if time stood still. you were acutely aware of how close he was, how much more intimate things had become between you in just a few short minutes.
you smiled back, though your heart was pounding. âi think itâll be fun.â
sunghoon laughed softly, the sound low and warm, and the tension between you seemed to ease, just a little. but even as you both fell into a more comfortable silence, you knew that things between you had changed. there was no going back now.
the sun was beginning to set as you made your way to sunghoonâs shop, a soft, golden glow spreading across the village. it had been only a few days since you agreed to be his muse, but the weight of that decision still lingered in your mind. there was a sense of anticipation, an underlying current of excitement that thrummed through you, but also an edge of nervousness that you couldnât shake.
you had always been comfortable around sunghoon, but this felt different. it wasnât just visiting a friend; you were stepping into a role that felt intimate in ways you hadnât quite expected. and you knew that once you crossed the threshold of his workshop today, something between you would shift again.
when you arrived, sunghoon was already waiting. the door was propped open, and you could hear the faint sounds of rustling fabric and the occasional scratch of his pencil against paper. you hesitated for a moment at the doorway, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.
sunghoon looked up as soon as you entered, a soft smile pulling at his lips. âyou came,â he said, sounding almost relieved.
âof course i did,â you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the quickening of your pulse. âiâm your muse now, remember?â
his smile widened just a little, and he motioned for you to come in. âright. my muse.â
the word still felt strange on your tongue, and hearing him say it made something flutter in your chest. you glanced around the room, noticing that he had cleared some space near the large windows where the light poured in. rolls of fabric were neatly arranged, sketchbooks stacked nearby, and a dress form stood at the centre, waiting to be draped with something new.
you stepped closer, feeling the warmth of the sunlight against your skin, but also the weight of sunghoonâs gaze on you. his eyes followed your every movement, a soft intensity in them that made the space between you feel smaller, more charged.
âso, where do we start?â you asked, forcing a smile to break the tension that was building in the room.
sunghoon set down his pencil and moved to stand beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached for a roll of fabric. âi was thinking weâd start by figuring out what you like. i want to design something that feels like youânot just any dress, but one that youâd wear and feel... beautiful in.â
the way he said the word beautiful made your stomach flip. you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of the way his voice lingered on the compliment.
âwhat i like?â you repeated, frowning slightly. âiâm not sure. i mean, iâve never really thought about it.â
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, glancing over at you with a small smile. âyouâve never thought about what you like in dresses? after all this time of coming here and watching me work?â
you laughed, a little nervous. âi guess iâve always been more interested in what you were making for other people.â
âwell,â he said, his voice softening, ânow itâs time to think about whatâs right for you.â
he moved closer, picking up a few pieces of fabric and holding them up to the light. âwhat do you think of these? what colours feel like you?â
you eyed the fabrics he heldâa deep emerald green, a soft blush pink, and a striking midnight blue. each one seemed to carry a different weight, a different mood, and the idea of choosing one for yourself felt strangely personal.
âiâm not sure,â you admitted, reaching out to touch the green fabric. âiâve always liked green, but... i donât know if it suits me.â
sunghoon tilted his head, his eyes flickering over you, as if he were studying you in a way he hadnât before. âit suits you,â he said quietly, the certainty in his voice catching you off guard. âit brings out your eyes. but so would the blue.â
you blinked, surprised by the compliment. sunghoon wasnât one to flatter people needlessly, especially not you. his compliments usually came in the form of casual remarks, offhand observations about how a colour might work or how you carried yourself in a certain style. but thisâthis was different. there was something in his tone, in the way he looked at you now, that felt far more intimate.
you felt your face grow warm under his gaze, suddenly self-conscious. âyou think so?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
âi know so,â he replied, his eyes never leaving yours. âyou have a way of making things look better just by wearing them. itâs not just about the dressâitâs about how you wear it.â
the room seemed to shrink, the air between you growing heavier with each passing second. you hadnât expected thisâhadnât expected him to speak so plainly, so openly. sunghoon had always been composed, professional, even around you. but now, there was something more vulnerable in the way he spoke, something unguarded.
you cleared your throat, trying to break the moment before it became too much. âwell, what about styles then? iâve always liked simpler designs. nothing too extravagant.â
sunghoon nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still lingering on you, as if he were trying to memorise every detail of your expression. âsimple suits you,â he murmured. âbut thereâs something about you that deserves more. something elegant.â
âelegant?â you echoed, unsure of where this was coming from.
âmm,â he hummed, reaching for his sketchbook. âyouâve always carried yourself with a kind of graceâlike you donât even realise how beautiful you are.â
your breath hitched. you stared at him, your heart pounding louder in your chest as his words hung in the air between you. this wasnât just a complimentâit was something else. something deeper. and the realisation of it hit you like a wave.
sunghoon, too, seemed to realise the weight of what heâd just said. he quickly looked away, focusing on his sketchbook as if he could take the words back by drowning them in his work. âi didnât mean to... i mean...â
you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to respond. you had never thought of yourself the way sunghoon was describing you now, and the fact that he saw you like thisâit was overwhelming. you could feel the tension crackling between you, the unspoken feelings that had always lingered beneath the surface suddenly threatening to rise.
âi just... think you should have something that shows who you are,â sunghoon continued, his voice quieter now, more careful. ânot just as my muse, but as you. something that makes people stop and see you the way i do.â
your pulse quickened at his words, and for a moment, you werenât sure if you could trust yourself to speak. the way he was looking at you now, with an intensity you hadnât seen before, made it feel like the walls of the workshop were closing in.
you glanced down, trying to focus on the fabric in your hands, but the weight of his gaze lingered. âsunghoon... i donât know what to say.â
he shook his head, stepping back slightly as if to give you space. âyou donât have to say anything. i just... i want you to feel beautiful in whatever i make for you. thatâs all.â
there was a long pause, the only sound in the room being the soft rustle of fabric as you ran your fingers over the green material again. your mind was spinning, your heart racing, and yet you couldnât deny the warmth that spread through you at his words. it wasnât just the complimentâit was the way he saw you, the way he always had.
finally, you looked up, meeting his gaze once more. âi trust you, sunghoon. i always have.â
his eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âgood,â he said quietly. âbecause i promise, whatever we create together, itâs going to be something unforgettable.â
the light from the late afternoon sun bathed sunghoonâs workshop in a golden hue, casting long shadows that stretched across the room. you stood near the centre, nervously smoothing the fabric of your dress as sunghoon readied his tools. he had done this countless timesâmeasuring clients for garmentsâbut somehow, this felt different. more intimate. more real.
âalright,â he said, his voice a little too casual as he approached with a measuring tape in hand. âthis wonât take long.â
you nodded, trying to keep your breathing steady as you watched him move closer. sunghoon had always been meticulous when it came to his work, his hands sure and steady, but today there was a faint tremor in them as he unspooled the tape.
âso, uh,â he began, his gaze flickering between your face and the tape in his hands. âweâll start with your shoulders. just... relax.â
you forced a smile, though the tension in the air was impossible to ignore. âiâm relaxed.â
he shot you a look that said he wasnât convinced, but he didnât argue. he stepped behind you, and you could feel his presenceâwarm, steadyâjust inches away. the fabric of your dress shifted slightly as he gently placed the tape around your shoulders, his fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly. the contact sent a shiver down your spine, though you tried your best to suppress it.
for a moment, the only sound in the room was the soft rustling of the measuring tape as he adjusted it. you could feel your heart beating faster, your pulse quickening with each passing second. sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be holding his breath, as if he were just as aware of the closeness as you were.
âalright,â he murmured, his voice quieter now, more focused. ânow your waist.â
he stepped around to face you, his gaze briefly meeting yours before dropping to the tape in his hands. his movements were careful, almost hesitant, as he crouched slightly, bringing the tape around your waist. you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry as his fingers brushed the sides of your dress, the heat of his touch lingering longer than it should have.
the proximity, the feel of his hands so close to youâit was almost too much. you bit your lip, fighting the urge to fidget under his intense concentration. sunghoon had always been calm, composed, but now there was an unmistakable tension in the air, a subtle awkwardness that made your heart race even faster.
he straightened up, pulling the tape taut as he noted your measurements. âi... uh,â he began, clearing his throat slightly, âiâll need to get your bust next.â
you blinked, feeling your face grow warm. âoh. right.â
it wasnât as if you hadnât expected itâthis was part of the process, after allâbut somehow the idea of sunghoon taking that particular measurement felt... different. the room seemed smaller, the air thicker as you watched him struggle to keep his composure.
his hand hovered for a moment, clearly unsure of what to do. âiâuh,â he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. âjust... hold still.â
you nodded, though you could feel the flush rising to your cheeks as he brought the tape around your chest, his fingers brushing the fabric of your dress with the lightest touch. his face was close nowâcloser than it had ever beenâhis breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.
neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, heavy with the unspoken desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. his fingers fumbled slightly as he adjusted the tape, and for a brief moment, his hand brushed against your skin, sending a shock of electricity through you.
you inhaled sharply, your breath hitching at the unexpected contact, and sunghoon froze. his eyes flicked up to meet yours, wide and startled, as if he hadnât meant to let the moment slip.
âsorry,â he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. âi didnât mean to...â
âitâs fine,â you said quickly, though your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
but he didnât move away. his hand remained where it was, the heat of his palm radiating through the fabric. you could feel every inch of himâevery breath, every subtle movementâand the closeness was dizzying. there was something in his eyes, something unspoken, that made your pulse race even faster.
you swallowed hard, your voice barely steady as you spoke. âsunghoon...â
he blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and quickly stepped back, dropping the measuring tape as if it had burned him. âiâi think thatâs enough for now,â he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck again, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. âiâve got what i need.â
you let out a breath you hadnât realised youâd been holding, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. âare you sure? i mean, if you need more measurementsââ
âno!â he said, perhaps a little too quickly, then cleared his throat. âi mean, no. weâre good. iâve got everything.â
the tension between you was palpable, thick and heavy, but neither of you knew how to break it. sunghoon busied himself with gathering the tape and jotting down notes, though his movements were jerky, his usual calm demeanour nowhere to be found.
you watched him, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling in your chest. there was an awkwardness, yes, but also something elseâsomething that had been building between you for a long time, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to spill over.
finally, sunghoon spoke again, though his voice was softer now, almost hesitant. âyou know,â he said, not meeting your eyes, âyou really do have... perfect proportions.â
your heart skipped a beat, his words catching you completely off guard. âwhat?â
he cleared his throat, rubbing his neck awkwardly once more. âi mean... for the dress,â he added quickly, as if trying to backtrack. âyou have a really... balanced figure. for tailoring, i mean.â
you blinked, taken aback by the sudden compliment, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond. it wasnât just what he saidâit was the way he said it. the way his voice softened, the way he fidgeted under your gaze, as if he were revealing more than he intended.
âi... thanks?â you managed, feeling your cheeks burn with a mix of surprise and awkwardness.
sunghoon gave you a tight-lipped smile, clearly as flustered as you were. âyeah. no problem.â
the silence that followed was thick and heavy, both of you too aware of the tension that had settled over the room like a heavy blanket. sunghoon quickly turned away, busying himself with his sketches, but the weight of the moment lingered in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart, but you knewâno matter how much you both tried to pretend otherwiseâsomething between you had shifted. and neither of you were quite ready to confront it yet.
the days following that first measurement session seemed to blur together, each one filled with quiet moments, shared glances, and unspoken words that hung heavy in the air. sunghoon had thrown himself into the design, sketching feverishly as if creating your dress had become not just his project, but his obsession. every stroke of his pencil seemed deliberate, every detail in the fabric a reflection of how closely he had studied youânot just your body, but you as a person.
the workshop had become a second home to you, and you found yourself spending more and more time there as the dress took shape. each day, you would come in, greeted by the soft sounds of scissors slicing through fabric and the rhythmic hum of sunghoonâs needle as he stitched delicate patterns. his focus was unbreakable, yet there was always that moment when he would pause, look at you, and give a small, almost shy smile, as if he still couldnât believe you were there, helping him create something so personal.
the tension between you grew thicker with every passing day. it was as if the fabric sunghoon was weaving was also binding the two of you together in ways neither of you had expected. there were the long stretches of silence, where the only sound was the soft brush of fabric against your skin as he worked, and then there were the moments when his hand would linger just a little too long as he adjusted the fit of a sleeve or pinned the hem of a skirt.
each session brought a new creationâa new dress, a new style. it had become almost routine: he would sketch out his ideas, asking for your thoughts on the design, and then you would model the fabric as he draped it over you, pinning it into place before moving on to the next step. but no matter how professional sunghoon tried to keep things, there was always that spark of something more lurking beneath the surface.
one afternoon, as you stood in the centre of the room, sunghoon paced around you, scrutinising the latest dress he had draped over your frame. this one was softer than the others, a light cream-coloured gown with delicate embroidery along the bodice. you could feel the weight of his gaze as he circled you, studying every fold, every contour, as if he were memorising the shape of you through the fabric.
âwhat do you think?â he asked, his voice quiet but steady, his eyes focused entirely on you.
you glanced down at the dress, running your fingers over the soft fabric. âitâs beautiful,â you murmured. âyouâve really outdone yourself.â
sunghoon didnât respond right away. instead, he stepped closer, his brow furrowing slightly as he adjusted the neckline of the gown. his fingers grazed your collarbone as he worked, sending a shiver through you. he seemed to hesitate, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, before he cleared his throat and stepped back.
âiâm trying to capture... something,â he said, his voice trailing off as he picked up his pencil and notepad, scribbling down a few notes. âsomething that feels... like you.â
you blinked, surprised by his words. âlike me?â
he nodded, not looking up from his notes. âitâs not just about the dress. itâs about how you move, how you carry yourself. i want to create something that feels like it belongs to you. not just any dress, but... your dress.â
there it was againâthat intensity in his words, the way he seemed to see you in ways no one else ever had. you werenât sure how to respond, so you simply nodded, letting the moment settle between you.
the sessions continued like this over the next two weeks, each one more charged than the last. sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching new designs late into the night, and every day you would return to see the progress he had made. he would greet you with that familiar smile, sometimes shy, sometimes teasing, and you would fall into the rhythm of your muse-and-artist routine.
but there was something else growing between you, something neither of you could ignore. each time sunghoon draped a new fabric over your shoulders, each time his fingers brushed your skin as he measured or adjusted the fit, the unspoken tension between you deepened. his compliments, once casual and light, became more thoughtful, more personal.
one day, as he worked on the finishing touches of a new gownâa soft lavender dress with delicate lace trimmingâhe paused, glancing at you from across the room. âyou know,â he said, his voice softer than usual, âiâve always known you were beautiful.â
you froze, your heart skipping a beat at his sudden confession. he didnât meet your eyes, instead focusing on the hem of the dress as he stitched. âi just... i donât think iâve ever told you that,â he continued, his voice almost hesitant.
the words hung in the air, and for a moment, you werenât sure how to respond. sunghoon had always been complimentary in his own wayâpraising your grace or your proportions for the sake of his designsâbut this was different. there was something raw, something vulnerable in his tone that made your chest tighten.
âsunghoon,â you began, but he quickly shook his head, cutting you off before you could continue.
âiâm not saying it for any reason,â he said quickly, his hands still busy with his stitching. âi just... i think itâs something you should know. youâre more than just a muse to me.â
your breath caught in your throat. the weight of his words was impossible to ignore now, the line between friend and something more growing blurrier with each passing day.
you watched him work, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the task at hand. the quiet intimacy of the moment settled around you like a soft cloak, and for a moment, it felt like nothing else existed outside of this roomâjust you, sunghoon, and the delicate threads of connection that were slowly being woven together.
by the time he finished the lavender dress, the air between you had shifted once again. there was no denying the feelings that had been bubbling beneath the surface for so long, but neither of you were ready to confront them. not yet.
âi think itâs done,â sunghoon said quietly, stepping back to admire the dress.
you turned, catching his eye for a brief moment before looking away, the tension between you still thick and unresolved.
âitâs perfect,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
sunghoon nodded, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer before he turned back to his sketches, his hands already moving toward the next design. but as he worked, you couldnât shake the feeling that something between you had shifted once again, pulling you both closer to the inevitable.
the day sunghoon finally called you to his workshop to try on the completed dress, your heartbeat quickened with anticipation. you had witnessed pieces of the gown as it came togetherâfolds of fabric, tiny swirls of embroideryâbut you hadnât yet seen the masterpiece in its entirety. now, standing at the doorway, you felt a fluttering mix of nerves and excitement, an invisible pull drawing you into sunghoonâs world once more.
as you stepped inside, you found sunghoon waiting, his face a picture of quiet intensity. he nodded toward the mannequin where the dress hung, his eyes unreadable but somehow deeper, darker than usual, as if holding back something unspoken.
when your gaze finally landed on the dress, your breath caught in your throat.
it was breathtaking.
the gown was nothing short of exquisiteâlavender silk flowed like water from the bodice down to the floor, shimmering under the afternoon light that streamed through the windows. the neckline was delicately embroidered, the threads so fine they seemed like whispers etched into the fabric, while lace fluttered over the sleeves, giving the piece an ethereal, almost dream-like quality. the entire dress exuded elegance, but more than that, it felt like youâa reflection of something so deeply personal that you almost couldnât believe sunghoon had captured it.
you couldnât tear your eyes away from the gown. âsunghoon... i donât even know what to say,â you whispered, your fingers brushing the edge of the fabric. âitâs perfect.â
he remained silent, watching you with a quiet intensity that sent shivers down your spine. his gaze didnât waver as you admired the dress, his expression unreadable but brimming with something just beneath the surface.
âtry it on,â he finally said, his voice low and steady, though there was a note of something raw in it.
nodding, you carefully took the dress from the mannequin and disappeared behind the changing screen, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. the fabric felt cool against your skin as you slipped into the gown, the weight of the silk settling around your body like it had been made just for youâwhich, of course, it had.
the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, the bodice fitting snugly while the skirt fanned out into a soft cascade of fabric. you ran your hands down the front, smoothing the delicate lace as a quiet gasp escaped your lips. it was perfectâno, more than perfect. it was everything you had dreamed of.
but there was one problem. as you reached behind your back to tie the strings that secured the dress, you quickly realised they were positioned just out of your reach. you stretched and fumbled, trying to catch the ties, but it was no use. frustration bubbled inside you, and after a few more futile attempts, you sighed in defeat.
âsunghoon?â your voice was hesitant, your cheeks warming as you called for his help.
âyes?â he replied, his voice soft but nearby.
âi... i canât tie the strings on my own. could youâcould you help me?â your request was almost timid, aware of the intimacy it required, but there was no other option.
a pause followed, but then you heard his footsteps approaching. he came closer, and the air between you seemed to shift, charged with a kind of tension that hadnât been there a moment ago.
âof course,â sunghoon said quietly. his voice had taken on a softer tone, one that sent a quiet thrill through you as you stood there, waiting, feeling the heat of his presence behind you.
you turned your back to him, exposing the bare skin between the open edges of the dress. the silence that followed was thick, palpable, as his fingers grazed the strings, brushing against your skin in the process. his touch was featherlight, but each accidental contact sent small jolts through you, your senses heightened by the proximity, the intimacy of the moment.
sunghoon worked with slow, deliberate care, pulling the strings through the loops at your back. his fingertips continued to brush your skin, his movements precise but betraying the tension in the way his breath seemed to catch when his hands touched you. you could feel his closenessâthe heat radiating from his body, his steady breath that almost matched the rhythm of your own heartbeat.
in the mirror directly in front of you, you watched his expression as he tied the delicate knots. his brow was slightly furrowed in concentration, but there was something else, something simmering beneath the surface. his lips parted ever so slightly, his eyes darkening as they traced the movement of his hands against your skin. you couldnât stop staring at him, watching the way his fingers worked, almost trembling as they lingered on your body longer than necessary.
your pulse quickened, your breath coming out a little too shallow, and you wondered if he could feel the way your muscles tensed under his touch. it was impossible to ignore the tensionâsomething unspoken, something that had been building between you for weeks, was about to break.
âthere,â sunghoon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. his hands remained on your waist, resting lightly against the fabric as though he couldnât bring himself to let go just yet.
you swallowed hard, watching him through the mirror. the look on his face wasnât just one of pride in his workâit was something far deeper. his gaze softened as he admired the way the dress fit you, his fingers tightening slightly against your waist. âyou look... beautiful,â he said, his voice thick with emotion. âit suits you perfectly. is it comfortable?â
the words were innocent enough, but the way he said themâthe hushed tone, the way his eyes never left yours in the reflectionâmade your heart race. you nodded, unable to form words, still lost in the haze of the moment.
âitâs perfect,â you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.
sunghoonâs hands stayed where they were, his touch sending a heat through you that was impossible to ignore. your eyes met his in the mirror, the intensity between you crackling like a flame barely held back. his grip on your waist tightened just a little, his fingers pressing into the fabric as though he were anchoring himself.
for a moment, everything froze. the workshop, the world outsideânone of it seemed to matter. all that existed was the way he was looking at you, the way his breath hitched as he stood so close. his fingers brushed against your waist, just under the edge of the fabric, grazing the skin there ever so slightly.
then you turned around, and suddenly, the space between you was gone.
you were standing so close that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, your chest brushing against his as you moved. his eyes darted to your lips, then back up to your gaze, conflicted but full of want. the air was thick with tension, so much that you could hardly breathe, and then, without warning, sunghoonâs restraint snapped.
he kissed you.
the kiss was swift, almost frantic, as if heâd been holding it back for too long. his lips pressed against yours with a kind of hunger that sent shockwaves through your body, stealing your breath. one of his hands slid up your back, pulling you closer, while the other remained at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of the dress as though he were afraid youâd slip away. the kiss deepened, your senses overwhelmed by the heat of his mouth against yours, the way his hands held you like heâd never let go.
your mind spun in a whirlwind of sensation. the kiss was impulsive, raw, filled with all the feelings he had been holding back for so long. you couldnât think, couldnât breatheâall you could do was respond, kissing him back with the same intensity, the same desperate need that had been growing between you for weeks.
but then, reality crashed down.
sunghoon pulled back, his eyes wide with shock and regret, his breath ragged as he stared at you. âiââ his voice faltered, his hand still lingering on your waist, trembling slightly. âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âi didnât mean toââ
you were just as dazed, your heart still pounding, your lips still tingling from the kiss. âitâs... itâs okay,â you said, though the words felt hollow. the kiss had left you reeling, and you werenât sure what to think, what to feel.
sunghoonâs expression twisted with regret, his hands falling away from your waist as he stepped back. âwe shouldnât haveââ he shook his head, his face pale. âi crossed a line.â
you swallowed hard, feeling the tension between you shift into something heavier, something filled with confusion and guilt. âmaybe we should forget this happened,â you whispered, though the weight of the kiss still lingered in the air.
he nodded, his expression tight, though the pain in his eyes was unmistakable. âyeah. letâs... forget it.â
but neither of you could. the kiss, the way his hands had held you, the way your heart had racedâit was etched into the fabric of your friendship now, impossible to untangle.
word had spread quickly about sunghoon's exceptional craftsmanship. it began with whispers among the townâs elite, impressed with the stunning gown he had created for you, and soon, nobles from far and wide were flocking to his workshop, eager to have their own garments custom-made by his skilled hands. what had once been a modest business now thrived under the weight of new orders, with sunghoonâs talent finally receiving the recognition it deserved.
every day the workshop buzzed with activityâfine fabrics and intricate patterns sprawled across every surface, and sunghoon worked tirelessly, sketching designs, selecting fabrics, and stitching together dreams. you often found yourself there, as his muse, watching as he brought these creations to life, offering input or simply keeping him company through the long hours. his success was yours to share, and you couldnât have been more proud.
one day, a letter arrived from the royal palace itself. the princess had heard of sunghoonâs work and requested him personally to craft a gown for her upcoming ball. the letter was written in elegant script on fine parchment, a formal request for his presence at the palace to discuss the details of the gown. when he read it aloud to you, you could hardly contain your excitement.
âsunghoon, this is incredible!â you exclaimed, beaming at him as he held the letter in his hands. his eyes shone with a mixture of pride and disbelief, as though he couldnât quite believe this was happening.
âitâs surreal,â he admitted, glancing at you with a smile that warmed you from the inside out. âi never thought iâd be making dresses for royalty.â
âyou deserve it,â you said earnestly, feeling your heart swell with admiration for him. âyouâve worked so hard, and now everyone can see just how talented you are.â
sunghoonâs smile faltered for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes as he looked at you. âi couldnât have done it without you,â he said softly. there was a weight to his words, a depth of feeling that you felt but couldnât quite name. your heart skipped a beat, but before you could respond, he turned away, folding the letter carefully.
the trip to the palace was an experience neither of you would forget. the sprawling estate, the opulence of the interiors, the sense of awe that filled you as you walked through the grand hallsâit was like stepping into another world. sunghoon had been invited to meet with the princess and discuss her gown, and as his muse and close friend, you accompanied him.
the princess was gracious and kind, and she spoke with sunghoon about the design she envisioned, praising his previous work. throughout the conversation, you couldnât help but steal glances at him, watching the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, his artistic mind already turning over the details of the gown in his head. it was hard not to feel a swell of pride, knowing you had played a part in his journey to this moment.
afterward, when the order had been placed and the royal commission secured, sunghoon suggested you both celebrate the occasion.
the restaurant was warm and cosy, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, far removed from the grandeur of the palace. the two of you had shared many meals together over the years, but tonight felt different. the weight of sunghoonâs newfound success hung in the air between you, the knowledge that his lifeâyour livesâwere changing in ways you hadnât fully anticipated.
you sat across from him, toasting to his success with glasses of wine, laughter bubbling up as you reminisced about old times. âdo you remember the time we tried to make that dress for my cousinâs wedding, and the fabric tore right before the ceremony?â you said, laughing as you recalled the chaos.
sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. âhow could i forget? i thought i was finished as a tailor before i even started.â
âbut you saved it in the end,â you said, your smile softening as you looked at him. âyouâve always had this way of making things beautiful, even when they seem impossible.â
his laughter faded, and for a moment, there was a lingering silence between you. his gaze met yours, and the atmosphere seemed to shiftâsomething unspoken hung between you, thick and heavy like the summer air. the warmth from the wine and the closeness of the moment made it difficult to focus on anything else but himâthe way the candlelight flickered against his features, the way his eyes softened when they lingered on you just a little too long.
he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. âyou know, this success⊠itâs more than i ever thought possible. and i donât think i could have done it without you by my side.â
his words struck a chord deep within you, the intensity in his eyes making your breath hitch. there it was againâthat undercurrent of something more, something that had always been there, just waiting for the right moment to break free.
your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in slightly, your faces just inches apart. the air between you crackled with anticipation, the proximity sending sparks down your spine. you could feel the warmth of his breath, the space between you narrowing with every passing second. your eyes locked, and in that moment, it felt like the world had fallen away.
the moment stretched on, and you could feel your heart racing, your pulse thundering in your ears. he was so close now, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, close enough that all it would take was one small movement, one tiny step forward, andâ
âiâm getting married,â you blurted out, the words slipping from your lips before you could stop them.
sunghoon froze, his eyes widening in shock. the spell between you shattered, and you immediately regretted speaking, but there was no taking it back now. the air between you went cold, and you felt your stomach drop as the weight of your announcement settled over the table like a heavy blanket.
âwhat?â his voice was low, strained, as though he couldnât quite believe what he had just heard.
you swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. âmy parents... theyâve arranged a marriage for me,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âiâm engaged.â
the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stared at you, his expression unreadable, though you could see the flicker of pain in his eyes. his jaw clenched slightly, his hand tightening around his glass as if he were trying to steady himself.
âwhen?â he finally asked, his voice tight, controlled.
âthe date hasnât been set yet,â you admitted, feeling your throat tighten with guilt. âbut... soon.â
sunghoon sat back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the table. for a long moment, he didnât say anything, the silence between you stretching into something unbearable. you could see the conflict in his eyesâthe hurt, the frustration, the confusion. the tension that had been building between you for weeks, months even, was now thick with an unspoken finality.
finally, he looked up at you, his eyes dark and clouded with emotion. âcongratulations,â he said quietly, though the word felt hollow, like it had been ripped from him unwillingly.
your heart sank, a wave of disappointment washing over you. you had expected... well, you didnât know what you had expected. for him to fight for you, maybe, to protest or say something that would change everything. but instead, all you got was a distant, polite congratulations.
âsunghoonââ you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.
âiâm happy for you,â he said, though the strain in his voice betrayed his true feelings. âiâm sure heâs a good man.â
the words stung, more than you had anticipated, and you couldnât help but feel a deep ache in your chest. this wasnât how things were supposed to go. but what could you say? you were engaged, and he... he was congratulating you, just as any friend would.
âyeah,â you mumbled, your voice barely audible. âthanks.â
but neither of you was happy, and you both knew it.
the walk back home felt heavier than usual. the excitement and easy flow of conversation that had filled the night seemed to dissipate into an awkward, thick silence. sunghoon walked beside you, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, eyes focused on the road ahead. normally, youâd both talk about everything and nothingâjokes, shared memories, or the latest designs he had been working on. but tonight, every step felt strained, as if the unspoken words were choking both of you.
you could feel the weight of what had happened at the restaurant still hanging between you, as if the tension you hadnât acted on had only grown with your admission. sunghoon had insisted on walking you home, just as he always did, though the usual warmth in the gesture felt distant now. neither of you had tried to break the silence, though you kept stealing glances at him out of the corner of your eye.
his face was unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line as he walked with an unusual stiffness. you wanted to say something, to break the thick silence, but no words came. the engagement had changed everything between you, and you hated how powerless it made you feel. there was a dull ache in your chest as you watched him struggle with the weight of emotions he clearly wasnât ready to share.
when your house came into view, you slowed your steps, almost wishing the walk could last just a little longer. but it didnât. you reached your doorstep, and just as you were about to thank sunghoon for the walk, the door swung open.
your mother appeared, her face lighting up the moment she saw the two of you standing there. âsunghoon! what a surprise!â she exclaimed warmly, stepping out and pulling him into an embrace before he could protest. âyou look so well!â
sunghoon smiled politely, though you could tell he was caught off guard by her enthusiasm. âgood evening, maâam. i was just walking your daughter home.â
your mother beamed, glancing at you with that knowing look of hers. âhe always does, doesnât he?â she teased lightly. âsuch a good boy.â
âmama...â you muttered, feeling embarrassed.
but your mother wasnât finished. âcome in, come in! you canât just leave him standing outside like that,â she scolded, ushering sunghoon into the house before either of you could object. you shot him an apologetic look, but he waved it off with a small smile as he followed her inside.
the warmth of your home enveloped you both, the familiar scent of dinner lingering in the air. your father was sitting by the fire, and when he saw sunghoon, his face brightened. âah, thereâs the young tailor everyoneâs talking about! come, sit with us.â
sunghoon looked between you and your parents, clearly not wanting to intrude, but it was hard to refuse the hospitality of your family. you watched as he settled into one of the chairs near the fire, his polite smile fixed in place, though you could sense the unease in his posture.
your mother sat beside him, clasping his hands in hers as she looked at him with pride. âsunghoon, iâve heard such incredible things about your work lately. everyone is talking about you, and we couldnât be more proud.â
you could see the discomfort in his eyes as your motherâs words began to feel more like a reminder of the distance between you. he offered her a tight smile. âthank you. itâs been... unexpected.â
âand well deserved!â your father chimed in. âwe always knew youâd make something of yourself, ever since you were little.â
your mother nodded eagerly, her gaze softening as she looked at him fondly. âweâve seen you grow up alongside our daughter, sunghoon. you two have always been so close... practically inseparable.â
you stiffened at the words, knowing what was coming next.
âwhich is why,â your mother continued, glancing at you briefly before turning back to sunghoon, âitâs been so hard for her, this whole engagement business.â
your stomach twisted. the topic you had been dreading was now out in the open, and you didnât miss the way sunghoonâs jaw tightened ever so slightly. he was trying to stay composed, but the flicker of surprise in his eyes was unmistakable.
âsheâs protested quite a bit, hasnât she?â your mother added, her tone half-amused, half-concerned.
sunghoonâs eyes darted toward you, his surprise evident. you could see the confusion in his expression as he processed your motherâs words. you hadnât said yes to the engagement? not fully? he had assumed you had accepted it without question, but now...
you averted your gaze, feeling your cheeks flush under the weight of both his and your parentsâ attention. you hadnât exactly fought against the engagement with much force either. it was an unspoken understanding between you and your family that the marriage would happen eventually, even if your heart wasnât fully in it. but now, seeing sunghoonâs expression shift, you could see the conflict in his eyes.
your mother continued on, oblivious to the tension now thick in the air. âitâs just nerves, of course. every girl feels a bit uncertain before a big step like this.â she smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âsheâll come around.â
you wanted to protest, to say something that would dispel the awkward silence stretching between you and sunghoon, but the words caught in your throat. instead, your motherâs next words hit like a hammer, unknowingly driving the wedge deeper.
âactually,â she began, her voice suddenly filled with excitement, âwe were hoping you could help us with something, sunghoon.â
he blinked, taken aback by her tone. âof course, maâam. what is it?â
âwell,â she said, glancing at you with a grin, âwho better to make our daughterâs wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?â
the room felt as if it had dropped several degrees, the weight of her request pressing down on all of you. you felt your stomach churn, a sinking feeling of dread settling in. you hadnât expected thisâhe hadnât expected this. you watched as sunghoonâs expression faltered for the briefest moment, his composure slipping as the full impact of your motherâs words hit him.
make your wedding dress. your wedding dress.
he smiled, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âiâd be honored,â he said quietly, his voice strained.
your mother clapped her hands together, beaming with delight. âoh, thatâs wonderful! i knew we could count on you, sunghoon.â
he stood up then, a sudden stiffness in his movements. âthank you for your kindness,â he said, his voice more formal now. âbut itâs late, and i should be going.â
your mother stood as well, ushering him toward the door with a fond smile. âof course, of course. but we must meet soon to discuss the dress!â
sunghoon nodded, his gaze avoiding yours as he headed for the door. you followed behind in silence, the heaviness between you both suffocating.
at the doorstep, he paused, his hand resting on the doorframe as he turned to face you one last time. there was something broken in his expression, a quiet sadness that you couldnât quite place. for a moment, it seemed as if he might say somethingâsomething real, something rawâbut then, he simply nodded.
âgood night,â he whispered, before turning and walking away.
as you watched him disappear into the night, your heart ached with the words left unsaid, the feelings unspoken, and the love you both were too afraid to fight for.
as sunghoon walked through the dimly lit streets, the cool night air did little to ease the storm brewing inside him. each step echoed in the stillness, but his mind was anything but calm. the evening had turned from tense excitement into a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.
he replayed your motherâs words over and over in his mind: âwho better to make our daughterâs wedding dress than the most talented designer in town?â the words had cut deeper than any blade, the cruel irony of it all making his heart twist painfully. he had dreamed of crafting something beautiful for you, yes, but never like this. not for someone elseâs wedding. not for the marriage that would take you away from him.
sunghoon clenched his fists, his knuckles white as his nails bit into his palms. a marriage. to someone else. he could barely picture it, the idea so foreign and painful that it seemed absurd. but the reality was right there, looming in front of him like an unstoppable force. he had always known that this day would come. you were from a noble family, destined to marry someone of status. and him? he was a tailor, nothing more. his growing reputation in town meant little in comparison to the weight of your familyâs expectations.
itâs for the best, he told himself, over and over, like a mantra he hoped would dull the pain. your life with that manâwhoever he wasâwould be easier, more secure. youâd live the life you were meant to lead, filled with luxury, stability, and everything a noblewoman deserved. sunghoon had nothing to offer in comparison. even with his recent success, his craft could never provide you with the life that an arranged marriage could.
sunghoonâs pace quickened, the weight of his emotions making it harder to breathe. his mind whirled with a painful realization: itâs better this way. he had no right to confess his feelings to you now. no right to complicate your life any further. you were getting married, and he had to respect that. confessing his love wouldnât change anythingâit would only hurt you more, and he couldnât bear the thought of being the cause of your pain.
he thought of the way you had looked at him tonight, how your eyes had softened when you admitted that you hadnât agreed to the marriage yet. the flicker of hope that had briefly ignited in his chest had been swiftly extinguished by the cold voice of reason. you deserved better than him, better than a life filled with uncertainty and struggle. and even though it tore him apart inside, sunghoon knew he had to let you go.
sheâll be happier without me. the thought twisted like a knife in his heart, but he held onto it like a lifeline. it was easier to believe that than to face the truthâthat he was simply too afraid. too afraid to fight for you, too afraid of what loving you truly meant. because if he did confess, if he asked you to choose him, what then? you would have to give up your life of comfort, your familyâs support, and the future they had planned for you. and what if you regretted that decision later? what if he couldnât be enough for you?
no. he wouldnât let that happen. he couldnât risk it.
by the time sunghoon reached his workshop, his heart was heavy with the decision he had made. he stepped inside, the familiar smell of fabric and wood filling the space around him, but it no longer brought him any comfort. he stood in the dim light, surrounded by the tools of his tradeâthe very things that had brought him successâand felt nothing but emptiness.
he wouldnât confess. he couldnât.
because he loved you too much to ask you to settle for less.
the tension between you and sunghoon hung in the air like a thick fog, clouding everything you had once held dear.
he avoided you, not because he wanted to, but because he couldnât bear to look you in the eye. each passing day, you found yourself hopingâdesperatelyâthat he would come to you, that he would say something to stop the impending wedding. but instead, sunghoon pretended to be okay. he carried on with his work, his life, as if the confession hadnât happened. as if you hadnât bared your soul to him and he hadnât done the same. he buried his emotions, putting on that same calm, controlled front, and it drove you mad.
he wouldnât fight for you.
your heart ached with the realisation, and it became painfully clear during the next few days that sunghoon had no intention of changing the course of things. the silence between you both was unbearable, the distance growing wider with each passing moment. and just when you thought it couldnât get any worse, your parents made it worse.
they scheduled an appointment with sunghoon for the most painful task yet: designing your wedding dress.
the irony of it was too cruel. sunghoon, the man who knew every inch of you, who had memorised your shape, your measurements, who had held you so intimately in his arms, was now tasked with crafting the gown you would wear as you married someone else. it was the final blow, the final insult, to a relationship that had been ripped apart by circumstances you couldnât control.
when the day of the appointment arrived, you found yourself standing outside his workshop, dread pooling in your stomach. you didnât want to go inside. you didnât want to face him, not after everything that had happened, and certainly not for this.
with a deep breath, you pushed the door open, stepping into the familiar space that now felt cold and foreign. sunghoon was already there, standing by his work table with rolls of fabric laid out in front of him, but the usual warmth in his eyes was absent. he looked up when you entered, his expression neutral, professional. he greeted you with a small nod.
âletâs get started,â he said, his voice low, as if he too was trying to suppress the emotions that lingered just beneath the surface.
you could barely look at him. the air was thick with tension, and you forced yourself to speak, though your voice came out flat, distant.
âi donât even know why iâm here,â you muttered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. âthis is just⊠a formality.â
sunghoonâs eyes flickered briefly with somethingâhurt, maybeâbut he masked it quickly. âyour parents want you to have the perfect dress. itâs important to them.â
the atmosphere inside sunghoonâs workshop felt suffocating. you sat rigidly on a small chair, staring at the neatly folded fabrics in front of you while sunghoon prepared his tools. everything about the moment felt forced, mechanical, nothing like the ease and flow of your previous sessions together. you didnât want to be there. and you were making it painfully clear.
sunghoon turned to face you, holding a few sketches in his hand, his face expressionless. but you could sense the tension in the air, the unspoken pain that lingered between you both. he wasnât the same, and neither were you.
âso,â he began, keeping his voice calm and professional, âdo you have any preferences for the neckline? maybe something youâve always liked?â
you shrugged, not even looking up at him. âdonât know. donât care.â
his brow furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, nodding as if that response was perfectly normal. he glanced down at the sketches again, adjusting the paper. âokay⊠how about the fabric? i was thinking something soft, maybe silk? orââ
âwhatever,â you muttered, crossing your arms. âdoesnât matter.â
sunghoon paused, his eyes lingering on you for a moment. you could feel his gaze, heavy with concern, but you refused to meet it. you didnât want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how hurt you were, how badly you wanted him to say something, anything, that would change this.
he sighed quietly, turning back to his worktable. âi just want to make sure itâs perfect for you,â he said softly, his voice gentle but strained. âthis is an important dayâŠâ
you clenched your jaw, the words digging into your heart like shards of glass. an important day? for who? certainly not for you. he kept talking about the wedding as if it were inevitable, as if you were excited about it, and it made your blood boil.
âwhat about the waistline?â he asked again, forcing the conversation to continue. âsomething fitted, or maybe a bit more relaxed?â
âi donât care,â you replied tersely, your tone sharp. âyouâre the expert, right? just do whatever.â
the silence that followed was deafening. sunghoon stood still for a moment, his hands resting on the fabrics, his back to you. you saw the slight slump in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the edge of the table just a little too tightly, and for a second, you almost regretted your words.
but the frustration bubbling inside you wouldnât let up. you had come here hoping, praying, that he would give you a reason to stop the wedding, that he would fight for you. instead, you were sitting here discussing necklines and fabric as if everything was perfectly fine, as if you werenât on the verge of losing everything.
he turned back around, this time holding a measuring tape. âletâs⊠start with your measurements,â he said, his voice sounding tired, defeated.
you stood up reluctantly, moving toward him, your movements stiff and reluctant. you stood there in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest.
sunghoon stepped closer, the tape measure in his hands, and for a moment, you both stood in silence, the tension between you thick and suffocating. his proximity felt overwhelming, but this time, it wasnât filled with the same spark as before. instead, it was heavy, burdened with all the things you both refused to say.
he hesitated for a second before gently wrapping the tape around your waist. his fingers brushed lightly against your skin, but there was no tenderness in the touch. it was robotic, methodical, like he was forcing himself to distance every part of him from you.
âwhat about the sleeves?â he asked quietly, trying to fill the silence. âlong or short?â
âwhatever,â you snapped. âit doesnât matter. none of this matters.â
sunghoon froze for a moment, his hands stilling against your waist. the silence stretched between you, thick with unresolved tension, before he pulled away, the tape measure slipping from his fingers. he turned to face you, his expression strained, frustration and confusion swirling in his eyes.
âwhatâs going on with you?â he finally asked, his voice low but firm. âwhy are you acting like this?â
you stared at him, your chest heaving with a mix of anger and sorrow. his question was the breaking point, the floodgates that had been holding everything back bursting open all at once.
âwhy am i acting like this?â you repeated, your voice trembling with emotion. âbecause youâre standing here, pretending like everythingâs fine when itâs not!â
sunghoonâs brow furrowed, but he said nothing, his eyes searching yours for an explanation.
âthis dress⊠this wedding⊠none of it matters to me!â you continued, your voice growing louder with every word. âi donât want this. i never wanted this. and you know it, sunghoon. you know it better than anyone!â
he opened his mouth to respond, but you didnât let him. the words kept pouring out, all the frustration and pain you had been bottling up for weeks finally spilling over.
âiâve been waiting for you to say something, to do somethingâanythingâthat would make me stop this wedding. but youâve just been standing there, acting like this is what i want when you know it isnât!â your voice cracked, your hands trembling at your sides. âwhy wonât you say anything? why wonât you fight for me?â
sunghoon stared at you, the weight of your words hitting him like a punch to the gut. he looked down, his shoulders sagging as if the burden of everything you had just said was too much to bear.
âi⊠i thought this was what you wanted,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. âi thought you deserved someone better than me. someone who could give you everything i canât.â
you felt your heart clench painfully in your chest, the ache of his words almost unbearable. âthatâs not for you to decide!â you shot back, your voice breaking. âyou think i care about any of that? i donât. i never did. the only thing i care about is you.â
the silence that followed was thick with raw emotion. sunghoon stood there, his expression torn, his hands trembling at his sides. he looked like he wanted to say something, like he was finally ready to fight, but the fear in his eyes held him back.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice barely audible. âiâm so sorry.â
the apology shattered whatever was left of your composure. you turned away, not able to stand the sight of him any longer.
âi donât want to wear a wedding dress if itâs not for you,â you said quietly, tears brimming in your eyes. you swallowed the lump in your throat and forced yourself to leave, your heart breaking with every step you took toward the door.
sunghoon didnât try to stop you. he just stood there, broken, as you walked out of his life.
it was the dead of night, the streets shrouded in silence, broken only by the soft crunch of your hurried footsteps on the cobblestone path. you didnât look back. you couldnât. not when you had finally made your decision. with nothing but the small bags clutched in your hands, you walked with purpose, heart pounding as you made your way toward sunghoonâs home.
the weight of the evening air pressed against your skin, thick with the lingering tension that had been suffocating you for days. since that fateful conversation at his workshop, the ache in your chest had only deepened, every moment spent away from him gnawing at you. there was no escaping it. you couldnât go through with the marriage. not when you knew where your heart truly lay.
the small house loomed ahead, a single dim light flickering from the window, signalling that sunghoon was still awake. your pulse quickened, the gravity of what you were about to do hitting you all at once. you were throwing away everythingâyour familyâs expectations, your arranged marriage, the life you had been destined to liveâall for him. and yet, none of it scared you.
because sunghoon was worth it. he was the only thing you wanted.
you reached the door, your breath shallow as you hesitated for a split second, your heart hammering in your chest. then, without another thought, you raised your hand and knocked.
a few moments passed, the silence inside the house dragging on like an eternity before you heard soft footsteps approaching. the door creaked open, revealing sunghoon standing there, his hair tousled, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you standing there, drenched in moonlight, with your bags in hand.
ây/n?â his voice was laced with confusion, concern flickering across his features as he glanced between you and the bags at your side. âwhat are youâwhatâs going on?â
you didnât answer right away. instead, you stepped forward, crossing the threshold into his home without invitation, leaving him to close the door behind you. the room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the familiar space where so much of your time together had unfolded. it felt both comforting and surreal to be here now, on the brink of something monumental.
âi couldnât do it,â you said at last, your voice barely a whisper but filled with determination. âi couldnât marry him, sunghoon.â
he stood there, frozen, his brow furrowing in confusion. âwhat do you mean? the weddingâitâsââ
âi donât want to marry him,â you interrupted, turning to face him fully, your eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made your heart race. âi donât want any of this. the wedding, the life my parents planned for meâitâs not what i want. itâs never been what i wanted.â
sunghoonâs breath hitched, his confusion deepening, but you could see the glimmer of hope slowly dawning in his eyes. âthen⊠what are you saying?â
you dropped your bags to the floor and stepped closer to him, the raw emotion swirling inside you finally breaking free. âwhat iâm saying is that iâm here, right now, because iâm choosing you, sunghoon. all iâve ever wanted is you. i thoughtâi hopedâyouâd feel the same. but you never said anything. and i canât keep waiting.â
his eyes widened, a storm of emotions flashing across his face. he looked torn between disbelief and longing, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.
âi know you think i deserve better,â you continued, your voice growing more urgent, your hands trembling slightly as you reached out to him, âbut i donât care about that. i donât care about anything except you. all i wantedâall i ever wantedâwas for you to tell me you felt the same. to fight for me.â
sunghoon swallowed thickly, his eyes locked on yours, and for the first time since you had shown up, he looked utterly vulnerable. âi do⊠i do feel the same, y/n. iâve always felt the same. but i thoughtââ his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath. âi thought youâd be better off without me. i was afraid iâd ruin your life if i held you back from everything you deserve.â
you shook your head fiercely, your heart pounding. âyouâre wrong. you never would have ruined anything. the only thing thatâs been ruining me is the thought of losing you.â
tears welled up in his eyes, his composure crumbling as the weight of his emotions finally caught up to him. he took a step closer, his hands reaching out to gently cup your face. his touch was warm, familiar, filled with the tenderness that had been missing for so long.
ây/n,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, âi donât deserve you⊠but i canât let you go.â
your breath caught in your throat as the distance between you vanished. his hands trembled slightly against your skin, but the intensity in his gaze spoke volumes. you could feel the raw need, the longing that had been suppressed for too long, finally coming to the surface.
âthen donât,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âdonât let me go, sunghoon. i love you. iâve always loved you. and iâm not going anywhere unless itâs with you.â
the words seemed to unlock something in him. without another second of hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, passionate kiss that spoke of all the years of pent-up desire and unspoken feelings between you. it was everything you had hoped for, everything you had longed forâpure, unfiltered love.
when he finally pulled away, breathless and trembling, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed, as if savouring the moment.
ârun away with me,â you whispered, your hands still tangled in his shirt. âwe can leave this place, start a new life. i donât care where we go as long as iâm with you.â
sunghoon opened his eyes, searching yours for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was determinationâlove. a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped him, his fingers tracing the lines of your face as if committing them to memory.
âare you sure?â he asked, his voice shaking. âare you really sure about this?â
you smiled, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with the certainty of your decision. âiâve never been more sure of anything in my life.â
sunghoon closed his eyes again, pulling you into a tight embrace, as if afraid to let go. âi love you,â he murmured against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. âiâve always loved you.â
tears of relief and joy welled up in your eyes as you buried your face in his chest, holding onto him like he was your lifeline. this was what you had been waiting for. this was all you ever needed.
âweâll leave tonight,â he whispered, his voice resolute. âweâll start over, just the two of us.â
you nodded, a smile breaking through the tears as you felt the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders. this was your new beginning. your future with sunghoon, the one you had always dreamed of.
and together, you knew you could face whatever came next.
the moon hung low in the sky, casting its pale glow over the winding road that stretched out before you and sunghoon. the cool night air clung to your skin as you both moved in silence, hearts pounding in unison as you left the only life you had ever known behind. with each step, the weight of your decision lifted, replaced by a thrill that sent shivers down your spine.
you glanced over at sunghoon, his face illuminated by the moonlight, a mix of determination and exhilaration playing on his features. his hand gripped yours tightly, as if afraid to let go, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. neither of you had spoken much since leaving his house, but the unspoken understanding between you was stronger than ever.
the path ahead was unknown, but that no longer frightened you. in fact, it excited you.
as you crested the hill that overlooked your town, you both stopped for a moment, turning to take in the view one last time. the place where you had grown up, where your families lived, where your life had been planned out for youâit all felt so distant now, like a world you were no longer part of.
you turned to sunghoon, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite the enormity of what you were doing. âso⊠where are we going?â
he turned to look at you, his eyes filled with that familiar spark of ambition you had always admired. âthereâs a city,â he began, his voice low and steady. âa place iâve always dreamed of going. itâs known for fashion, for artisans, for people like me who want to make a name for themselves.â
you could see the excitement dancing in his eyes, the dream he had always kept close to his heart. âiâve heard of it,â you said, your smile growing. âyouâre talking about sorina, arenât you?â
he nodded, his grip on your hand tightening. âyes. itâs always been my dream to open my own studio there. to create something thatâs entirely mine. but⊠i never thought iâd actually go. i didnât think iâd have the chance.â
your heart swelled with pride and affection as you looked at him. âwell, now you do,â you said softly. âand youâre not going alone.â
his expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at youâreally looked at you, as if he still couldnât believe this was happening. then, with a quiet laugh, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. âi donât deserve you,â he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
you smiled against his chest, wrapping your arms around him. âyouâre wrong. youâre everything i deserve.â
with one final glance at the town behind you, the two of you turned and began your journey to sorina, the city of dreams. the road ahead was long, but the promise of a new life with sunghoon made every step feel lighter. the thought of him creating masterpieces, of you being by his side as his muse, filled you with a hope you had never known.
and as the two of you settled into your new life in sorina, that peace only grew. sunghoonâs dreams were coming to life with every stitch, every sketch. he was thriving in a way that you had always known he could, and you were there to see it all. your role as his muse was more than a job or a titleâit was the culmination of your deep connection, your bond that had grown through years of friendship and love unspoken.
there were moments when the thought of your parents crossed your mind. the guilt of running away lingered in the back of your heart at times, knowing how much they had hoped for you to marry into the match they had chosen. you wondered if they were angry, disappointed, or hurt by your decision. but as days turned into weeks, those worries faded. you knew your parentsâthey loved you too much to hold on to their disappointment forever.
"iâm sure theyâll forgive me," you said one evening, resting your head on sunghoon's shoulder as you both watched the busy city streets from your studio. "theyâll come to understand⊠eventually."
sunghoon looked at you, his eyes searching your face for any signs of doubt. âyou really think so?â
you nodded, smiling softly. âi know they will. theyâve always wanted me to be happy. and when they see how happy we are⊠when they see all youâve achieved, theyâll realise we made the right choice.â
he reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering against your cheek. âi hope so,â he said, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. âi just want you to have everything you deserve. i want them to see that.â
âthey will,â you reassured him, your voice soft but firm. âtheyâve known you all your life, sunghoon. they know how hard youâve worked. theyâll see why i chose you. why we chose each other.â
sunghoonâs lips curved into a small smile, one that made your heart flutter. âweâll make a life together thatâs worth showing them. one day, when they see what weâve built, theyâll understand.â
and deep down, you knew he was right. your parents loved you, and in time, they would see the joy that your life with sunghoon brought you. they would forgive the abrupt departure, the wedding that never was. because while it wasnât the life they had envisioned for you, it was the one you had always dreamed of.
as sunghoonâs studio grew, and as the two of you thrived in sorina, you no longer felt the weight of your decision. you had chosen love over duty, dreams over expectations. and in the end, you knew it would all work out. one day, when the time was right, you would return to your parentsânot as the daughter who had run away, but as the woman who had found her happiness.
for now, though, the life you had built with sunghoon was everything you had ever wanted. the city of fashion, the thriving studio, the man you lovedâit was more than enough.
and with every stitch sunghoon sewed, every dress he designed, you were reminded that you had made the right choice. together, you had found your place in the world. and you had no doubt that the people you loved most would come to understand that too.
BONUS SCENE !
in sorina, life had unfolded beautifully, and not just for sunghoon. the city may have been known for fashion, but it was also a hub of opportunity for anyone willing to carve out their own pathâand you had done just that.
while sunghoon spent his days sketching and tailoring in his studio, you found your own passion and footing in the city. before long, youâd built something of your ownâa modest business in jewellery making, a craft you had dabbled in back home but now took seriously. the bustling markets of sorina were filled with artisans from every walk of life, and soon your intricately designed pieces caught the eye of locals and visitors alike.
at first, it was a hobby. a way to pass the time while sunghoon worked. but it didnât take long for you to gain recognition. your designs, delicate yet bold, paired perfectly with the high-end garments sunghoon was crafting. your pieces began to complement his work, and you both realised the potential of collaborating togetherânot just in love but in business.
the two of you often worked late into the night, your small workbench tucked in the corner of his studio. sunghoon would be bent over his latest creation, needles and thread in hand, while you arranged shimmering stones and metals into intricate patterns.
âyou know,â sunghoon said one evening, breaking the comfortable silence between you, âweâre going to need a bigger space soon.â
you looked up from your work, raising an eyebrow. âwhyâs that?â
he smirked, nodding toward the scattered jewellery and sketches of new designs littering the floor. âbecause youâre taking over my studio, thatâs why.â
you chuckled, shaking your head as you placed a bracelet youâd been working on down on the table. âi think we both know youâre the one taking up all the space. these fabrics are everywhere.â
âtouchĂ©,â he replied with a grin, his gaze softening as he looked at you. âbut iâm serious. your business is growing. people are asking for your pieces specifically now. youâve got clients lined up at the door. we canât keep pretending this is just a side gig.â
you shrugged, but your smile betrayed your pride. âmaybe. but itâs not like iâm doing this on my own. youâve helped me a lot. half of the clients only know about my jewellery because itâs paired with your designs.â
sunghoon shook his head. âno. they come for you. youâve worked hard to get here. donât downplay that.â
his words warmed your heart, and you leaned back in your chair, watching him for a moment. âi guess weâve both come a long way, havenât we?â
he met your gaze, the familiar spark of affection lighting up his eyes. âmore than i ever imagined.â
as the weeks passed, the collaboration between your jewellery and sunghoonâs garments became the talk of the city. nobles and royals who ordered dresses from sunghoon began requesting matching jewellery pieces from you. soon, you were no longer just sunghoonâs muse or his partnerâyou were an established name in your own right.
at events and gatherings, whispers of âhave you seen her designs?â filled the halls, your name mentioned alongside sunghoonâs, but never overshadowed by it. the partnership between the two of you was equal, balanced by your mutual respect and admiration for one anotherâs talents. while sunghoonâs studio flourished, so did your own reputation. you set up a small stall in the heart of the city, your jewellery catching the sunlight and drawing the attention of passersby. with each new order, you found yourself standing more confidently in this new life you had built.
one evening, as the two of you sat in the now-expanded studio, reviewing orders and discussing the future, sunghoon turned to you, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
âso, whatâs next for you? youâve got clients begging for your work, youâre practically a household name now,â he teased, nudging you gently. âmaybe itâs time you open your own studio, too?â
you smiled, considering his words. âmaybe. iâve been thinking about it, actually.â
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. âoh? youâve got plans youâre not telling me?â
you laughed softly, shaking your head. âno, nothing concrete. but i do think itâs time i take things to the next level. i want to expand, maybe hire a few apprentices. i donât want to just make jewelleryâi want to teach others how to do it, too. thereâs a lot of talent in this city that deserves to be nurtured.â
he looked at you with such pride in his eyes, it made your heart swell. âyouâre incredible, you know that?â
you shrugged, trying to downplay your excitement. âiâm just doing what i love.â
âand youâre damn good at it,â he said firmly. âdonât forget that.â
it wasnât long before you made that dream a reality. you secured a space in one of the cityâs artisan districts, a small but beautiful shop where you could sell your creations and train apprentices in the art of jewellery making. the shop was an extension of yourselfâchic, elegant, and full of the creativity that had always been a part of you.
soon, your shop became as well-known as sunghoonâs studio. the two of you were often talked about together, not as a couple who had run away from their old lives, but as two individuals who had built something remarkable side by side.
every piece of jewellery you created had its own story, just as every dress sunghoon designed had its own flair. and while you both supported each otherâs work, neither of you relied solely on the other to define your success.
the life you had built together in sorina was not just about loveâit was about the dreams you had both nurtured and the independence you cherished. you were more than sunghoonâs muse. you were a creator, a designer, a businesswoman in your own right.
as the sun set over sorina, casting a warm, golden glow across the city, you stood at the threshold of your jewelry shop, taking in the scene before you. the streets were alive with people bustling between vendors, artisans displaying their wares, and musicians playing softly in the distance. your heart swelled with contentment as you looked out over the life you had built, not just for yourself, but alongside sunghoon.
the sound of footsteps broke you from your thoughts, and you turned just in time to see him approaching. his face was illuminated by the setting sun, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he drew closer. even after all this time, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. there was something about the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence, the kindness in his eyes, that always made you feel safe and cherished.
"busy day?" he asked, his voice low and familiar as he stopped in front of you, his gaze warm.
you nodded, leaning against the doorframe with a soft smile. "busier than usual. i think word is spreading faster than i expected. what about you? howâs the studio?"
he chuckled, glancing back toward his own shop down the street. "same here. we might need to start hiring more help."
you laughed softly, and the two of you stood there for a moment, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere around you. the city was beautiful in the fading light, and for a brief second, everything felt perfect. but then sunghoon shifted slightly, his eyes locking with yours, and you saw something deeper flicker in themâsomething that had never fully disappeared.
without a word, he reached out, gently brushing a loose strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a little too long. the simple gesture sent a shiver down your spine, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension that had only grown stronger over the months.
âyouâve got a speck of something,â he murmured, his voice softer now, more intimate. âright here.â
you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. âthanks,â you whispered, barely able to find your voice.
sunghoon didnât pull away immediately. instead, he stayed close, his eyes never leaving yours. there was something different in his gaze tonightâsomething tender, yet intense. and as you looked back at him, you felt the weight of all the moments youâd shared, the quiet yearning that had simmered between you since the day youâd arrived in this city together.
âdo you ever think about⊠everything?â he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness. he didnât have to explain further. you both knew exactly what he meant.
you swallowed hard, your heart racing. âi do,â you admitted quietly. âevery day.â
his hand slipped down to your waist, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. but when you didnât pull away, he drew you in closer, until your bodies were nearly touching, the warmth of his chest radiating against yours. you could feel the rise and fall of his breath, and it was intoxicating.
âi never imaginedâŠâ sunghoonâs voice was barely a whisper now, his lips close to your ear, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. âthat weâd end up here. together.â
you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes as you took in his scentâso familiar and comforting. âme neither.â
for a long moment, you stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, neither of you daring to move or speak. the world outside seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you, suspended in time.
and then, without warning, sunghoon pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up with his fingers, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.
âi love you,â he whispered, the words escaping him like theyâd been held back for far too long. âiâve always loved you.â
your heart stopped, the confession hanging in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. you had known it, felt it, but hearing the words out loud still sent a rush of emotion through you.
âi love you too,â you replied softly, the words coming out as naturally as breathing.
sunghoon smiledâa slow, tender smile that reached his eyes. and before you knew it, he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft at first but quickly grew more passionate. it was as if all the years of longing, of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities, had finally culminated in this moment.
you melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer. his lips were warm and gentle, yet insistent, and you could feel the depth of his emotions in every touch. the world spun around you, but all you could focus on was himâthe way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
when you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, sunghoon rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet of the evening.
âi donât want to wait anymore,â he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. âweâve waited long enough.â
you nodded, your heart swelling with a sense of certainty you hadnât felt in a long time. âneither do i.â
you smiled, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over you. the future felt bright, and for the first time, you could see it clearlyâboth of you, side by side, not just as lovers but as equals. you were no longer running away from the life you didnât want. instead, you were running toward the life you had built together, filled with love, passion, and the promise of a beautiful tomorrow.
you werenât just sunghoonâs muse. you werenât just a girl who had fallen in love. you were a woman who had taken control of her destiny, and now, with sunghoon by your side, you were ready for whatever the future held.
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THE BRIDGE
Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!Reader
Summary - Your wardship with House Blackwood was meant to bridge the chasm between your families. Years later, you return to Stone Hedge as the whispers of war spreadâonly for Lord Tully to call for a hunt.
Warnings - fem!reader, complicated sibling relationship, fighting, (probably excessive) mentions of blood, talks about hunting/killing wild animals, !angst!, adult language, reader def suffering from identity crisis, probably deviates from canon some, kieran burton fan cast for benji, all characters 18+
Word Count - 5.6k
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When Grover Tully, the Lord Paramount of the Trident, sent word for each of his bannermen to send forth a handful of their finest House members to a most desolate area of the Whispering Woods, no one thought it wise to object.Â
âLord Grover is an ornery old crow,â your father, Humfrey Bracken huffed as you readied the horses. âBut you would do well to earn his respect.â He clamped a hand on your brotherâs shoulder, pride gleaming in his eyes as he said, âWhatever heâs planning, I want you to show him that House Bracken stands strong. Understood?âÂ
Keeping his chin held high, Amos hesitantly mutters, âIf you wish to impress Lord Tully, you might think twice about sending her.âÂ
Even with your back turned, you could feel the weight of your brotherâs stare, his eyes boring a hole into the back of your head.Â
Your father shrugged, a disinterested gesture. âGrover said to send our best,â he said, âand when it comes to a bow and arrow, no one's a better shot than her.âÂ
For the next day-and-a-half, you rode at a distance from the group your father selectedâyour brother, Amos, and two of your male cousins. And while they laughed and jeered and yapped, you remained stuck in your own thoughts, playing your fatherâs words on a loop.Â
Itâs the only compliment heâs ever paid you. The closest heâs ever come to acknowledging you as Bracken.Â
You hate him sometimes, you think. For agreeing to peace all those years agoâfor sending his only daughter to ward with his rival of all people. He must have known it was futile. Must have known that one girl could never bridge such an ancient chasm.Â
He must have knownâand yet he sent you anyway, only to call you back years later, tearing you away from the only home you had ever known and leaving you to feel like a stranger in your House.Â
Grover said to send our best.Â
Are you a Bracken, then? Is blood all that determines a House?Â
No oneâs a better shot than her.Â
But your skill is that of a Blackwood, born under their tutelage.Â
Deep within the Woods, a steady mist of rain falls from the sky, leaving your skin uncomfortably damp. In the distance, a low hum of chattering voices signal that the four of you are drawing close to Lord Groverâs campâand that the other Houseâs have already arrived.Â
Your thoughts shift, wondering who Lord Samwell sent to represent House Blackwoodâfearing that you might already know the answer.Â
A strange tightness floods your chest, coiling around your lungs.Â
Itâs been months since you last saw the heir to Raventree Hall. Many, many monthsâand you canât help but think any reunion might end in bloodshed with Amos by your side.Â
As if he heard his name ring through your mind, your brother slows his horse to gentle trot beside yours, cocking a neatly groomed brow at you. âTell me, sisterâwere you always this dour?â He asks, feigning intrigue. âOr did half-a-decade with the Blackwoods simply drain the joy from you?âÂ
You donât pry your eyes from the path ahead, refusing to look him in the eye as he continues without waiting for an answer.Â
âI wouldnât be surprisedâa mere day with those insipid cravens would have me wishing to swallow my own blade.â Removing a hand from the reins, he pantomimed the actâgripping an invisible hilt and shoving it towards his lips, letting a dramatic choke rip from his throat.Â
Riding a bit ahead, your cousins chortle at his jest, shooting amused glances over their shoulders.Â
âNo need,â you answer without thinking, your tone impassive. âAly would have an arrow in your eye before the day was up.âÂ
Your cousins fall silent.Â
Amos stiffens, jaw clenched tight. âShe could try.âÂ
You know Black Aly would try if given half the chanceâand you have no doubt that she would succeed, too. She was the one who taught you how to string a bow and sharpen arrows, how to aim and never miss.Â
When you donât respond, Amos pulls his horse in closerâas close as he can get without spookings yours. âLook,â he utters, low enough that your cousins canât overhear, âI donât know how things were done at Raventreeâbut youâre home now, and you would do well to remember where your true loyalties lie.âÂ
Again, you donât speak. Donât think, either.Â
Amos sighs. âYour blood runs gold, sister. Youâre a Bracken, through-and-through. Take pride in thatâand donât bring shame upon our name. Understood?âÂ
Strange.Â
You had seen your own blood beforeâmore times than you can count, actually. Scars mottle your skin like stars in the sky, a reminder of the years spent training and the memories of nights spent with friends who were supposed to be enemies.Â
Never once had it looked gold to you.
Only red.Â
âI understandââ a pause, a breath, a heartbeatâ âbrother.âÂ
Nausea twists your stomach. The familial title curdles on your tongue even as Amos grins at you. Thereâs nothing affectionate about the gestureâhow could there be? He doesnât know you. Not really.Â
Blood or no, youâre little more than strangers to each otherâand yet, even so, you can see heâs trying. Trying to know you.Â
Ahead, the camp comes into view. Banners hang above tents: white for the Mootons, blue for the Pipers, purple for the Mallisters.Â
And redâfor House Blackwood.Â
Amos gives you one last glance, a pall mimicry of what you believe is meant to be love in his eyes. âYouâre home now,â he reminds you again, as if you need to hear it,âbe glad for it.âÂ
With the Tullyâs guards now in earshot, Amos doesnât bother with waiting for a response. He snaps the reins, urging his gelding back to the head of your group, already bellowing his greetings. You watch him go, transfixed on the yellow-gold of his tunicâidentical to yours.Â
Approaching the guards, you tell yourself that your brother is what home is supposed to look like. That if you were to slice your veins, gold would pour from your wrists.Â
Not red.Â
After checking in with the guards and tying your mare up in the makeshift paddock, there was no time left to freshen up before you were expected to join Amos and your cousins. With all the Houses now gathered, Lord Grover wasted no time in calling you all to the heart of the camp.Â
Still, you try to make yourself presentableâusing your fingers to comb through tangled, windswept hair and smoothing the wrinkles from your gold tunic, careful not to disturb the ornate brooch pinned above your heart.Â
According to the guards, everyone was given one upon arrival. âAll Houses are required to wear them,â they explained when Amos pressed them on it, âLord Tullyâs orders.âÂ
They were all different, it seemed. Yours was a delicate thing, fashioned from silver and pearls in the image of a blooming dahlia, while Amosâs was clunky and shaped like the sun. Heâs still fumbling with it when you finally push through the small crowd, taking your place at his side.Â
To your left, separated only by a group of five Frey men, you feel the wary glances being cast your way. You almost turn your headâalmost glance back at them, if only to see what they might do. What he would do.Â
Would he even acknowledge you? Or simply look away?Â
The answer, thankfully, is one you donât have time to learn. A servant garners attention, dragging a simple, plush chair to the groupâs center. Following suit, another two servants assist the aged Lord Paramount from his tent, guiding him into his seat. On his right stands his eldest grandsonâand your favorite Tully. Tall and dark-haired, Elmo looks more fearsome than he actually is, sparing you a quick, discreet wink when he spots you.Â
âYou may all be wondering,â Lord Grover wheezes, his lungs fighting for breath, âwhy I have called upon you all todayâthe many great Houses of our land.âÂ
As he speaks, old, gnarled hands punctuate his words, gesturing out to the many men gathered âround. His fingers shake with effort, his shoulders bowed beneath the weight of his many, many years. But his chin remains high, and his tone commandingâif a touch quavery.Â
âI hear rumblings,â he continues, âfrom the South-East.âÂ
Lord Groverâs eyes, milky with cataracts, shift in the direction, staring blindly into the towering trees of the Whispering Woods. Beyond them, even.Â
âWhispers of a great danger brewing in the Crownlandsâwithin the Kingâs own court, if rumors are to be trusted.âÂ
Your spine turns to steel.Â
Those rumors, you know, are as true as they come. Over the past several months, they had moved through the realm like a venomous serpent. Slithering from mouth to ear, hissing tales of the two factions that now divide King Viserysâs council.Â
The Blacks and the Greens.Â
The rightful heir and the first-born son.Â
And the very reason your father had called you home.Â
âWar is coming,â a deep, foreboding warning, âand should it reach the Riverlands, I wish to know that we might stand united in its wrath. That we will not allow petty rivalriesââ a pointed glance at your brother, and then to your left where, without looking, you know the Blackwood heir standsââto tear us apart from within.âÂ
A heartbeat passes. Then another.Â
The forest holds its breath. Cradles the Lord Paramountâs words in the air, weaving them around the many great Houses of the Riverlands.Â
You wonder if this is what strength looks like. What it sounds like.Â
You fear you already know which side of the war Lord Groverâs strength might fallâand you pray that youâre wrong.Â
Placing a firm hand upon his grandfatherâs shoulder, Elmo takes a step forward. âIn an effort to promote civility between our Houses,â he announces in a tone that demands respect, âwe have arranged for a hunt.âÂ
Your brow furrows. A hunt?Â
âYou will be divided into two person teams, working with an individual outside of your own House.â His gaze shifts to you, dark eyes gleaming with mischief. âTeams have already been decided. Upon your arrival, each of you was given a pinâyour partner will bear a matching one. And while there will be no winners or losers, you should know that once you leave camp, you will not be permitted to return without a trophy of some kind.âÂ
Discontent spreads. Low murmurs fill the air.Â
Amos voices his frustration louder than the rest. âAnd when is this hunt to take place?âÂ
Elmo grins. âNow.âÂ
Instantly, murmurs grow to shouts.Â
âYou cannot be serious, my Lord!âÂ
âIt is already sunset!âÂ
âIs this a jest?âÂ
Elmoâs grin never wavers, unphased by the protestsâand Lord Grover appears content to let his grandson contend with everyone's bickering, exhausted from what little talking he had already done.Â
âMight I suggest you move quickly,â Elmo speaks over the crowd. Glancing upwards, he squints at the black clouds rolling overhead, an amused lilt to his voice as he adds, âLest you wish to be caught in the coming storm.âÂ
With no more than a curt nod to the crowd, Elmo turns on his heel, already veering off in the direction of his own tent as servants begin to help Lord Grover rise.Â
âThis is absurd,â your brother grumbles.Â
You ignore him. Storming right past him, you make a beeline for the fleeing Lord.Â
âA hunt?!âÂ
Fond as Elmo is of you, you know better than to shout at the future Lord Paramount of the Trident. Your voice remains no more than a harsh whisper, even as you shoot daggers into the back of his head.Â
âAt night, no less! In the middle of a gods-damned storm! Have you lost your mind?âÂ
âWhat? You think itâs a bad idea?â He chuckles, keeping a steady pace. âOf all people, I thought that you might appreciate the challenge of it all.âÂ
You stay on his heels. âWho is he?âÂ
âWho is who?âÂ
Further from the crowd now, you grow bold. You reach out and snag his arm, forcing him to stop and face you. âIgnorance isnât a good look on you, Elm.â You grind out, âSwear that you didnât pick him to be my partner.âÂ
A wrinkle forms between thick brows, feigning innocence. âWhat makes you think that I chose your partner?âÂ
âBecause I know you. Youâre always schemingâjutting your big nose into places it very well does not belong!âÂ
Elmo opens his mouthâhesitatesâand then frowns. âAm I truly that transparent?âÂ
âYou may as well be made of glass, Elm.âÂ
His pout deepens, still dancing around your question. âWell, let's say that I did choose your partnerâtheoretically, of course!â Your eyes roll. âI think you would find my choice to be quite suitable. If anything, you might even thank me-âÂ
âThis isnât a game, Elmo!â Desperate now, you canât stop your voice from rising. âIf you paired me with him, then Amos willââÂ
âKill him?â Elmo ventures.Â
âYes!âÂ
Pursing his lips, Elmoâs gaze falls somewhere over your head. âWell,â he sucks in a breath, âit seems we may be past the point of stopping that from happening.âÂ
Your mind goes blank, your thoughts scattering like shards of glass.Â
You spin on your heel, head whirling around in search of Amos in the throng. Less than a second and you spot himânot because your gaze was drawn to the familiar gold color of your own House, but because of the wall of stark scarlet standing before him.Â
Blackwoods. Two of them on either side of the Raventree heir.Â
And Benjiâhis hands pressed to your brother's chest, roughly shoving him back into one of your cousins.Â
âDo me a favor,â Elmo's sigh cuts through your panicked haze. âKeep the two of them from plunging a sword in the othersâ belly, would you?âÂ
Any other time and you might have told Elmo off, cursed him for putting you in this positionâfuture Lord Paramount be damned.Â
But not now. Not when centuries of rivalry serve as proof that nothing is more dangerous, more unpredictable than thisâ
A Blackwood and a Brackenâyour brother and Benjiâstanding toe-to-toe.Â
Mindless adrenaline is all that thrusts you into motion. Mud splatters up the legs of your trousers as you practically run in their direction, demanding as soon as youâre in ear shot, âWhat is this?!âÂ
Amos doesnât acknowledge you. Neither does Benji.Â
Chests-puffed, they remain locked in their foolish staring match, neither of them willing to be the first to back down.Â
Finally, one of your cousins sneers, âSeems that Benji-boy here thinks weâre gonna let him take you out into the woods.âÂ
A sharp, nasty laugh rips from Amosâs throat. âAs if Iâd let that happen!âÂ
âWeâre partnered for the hunt, you imbecile.â Benjiâs tone is that of lethal calm, even as he glares down his nose at your brother. You look to his chestâspotting the silver dahlia pinned at his breast. âIf you have a problem with it, take it up with Tully.âÂ
âYou think Iâm stupid, Blackwood?!âÂ
Benjiâs brow lifts a fraction of an inch, as if silently proclaimingâI just said so, did I not?Â
Scowling, Amos juts his finger against Benjiâs chest. âI refuse to give a Blackwood an opportunity to defile my sister!âÂ
Benjiâs answering grin is something wicked as he purrs, âOh, if I wanted to defile your sister, Bracken, I couldâve done so a long time ago.âÂ
Your pulse poundsâcaught somewhere between offense and desire as Benjiâs words echo in your head.Â
Both feelings fade to fear when Amos reaches for the hilt of his sword, wrenching it from the sheath at his hip. In a blink, more weapons are drawnâyour cousins holding swords, the Blackwoods holding daggers.Â
Not Benji, though.Â
Benji doesnât flinch, even with your brother's sword poised at his throat, ready to kill. Something flickers in his eyesâa shift that you know all too well, sending ice skittering across your bones.Â
âI wonât have this,â Amos seethes. âYou will find another partnerâor I swear on my House that blood will be shed!âÂ
Benji leans closer. Let the tip of the blade dig into his flesh, a rivulet of blood rolling down his throat.Â
Red.Â
âIs that a threat, Bracken?âÂ
You can hear your brother swallowâfeel his panic as if it were your own, as if it was his fear coursing through your veins. Still, his voice remains steady. âConsider it a promise, Blackwood.âÂ
A blink and steel was glinting before your eyes. A single breath and Amos was out-maneuvered and out-matchedâthe clash erupting and subsiding in one seamless heartbeat, ending with your brother's sword in Benjiâs hand.Â
A shuddering breath slips from your brother's lips as Benji presses the steel to his throat, a perfect mirror of the position they were in just moments ago.Â
âWhatâs the matter, Bracken?â Benji croons sarcastically, head hilting. âDo I frighten you?âÂ
Thereâs a lull to his voiceâan eerie stillness that sends a chill scuttering down your spine.Â
Amos was ignorantâto pick a fight with Benji, to think he might actually win it. But heâs your brother, tooâand you know that if he were to be slain right nowâright hereâan even larger chasm will take the place of the one you were once meant to bridge.Â
âStop.âÂ
The demand is no more than a breath. A soft, terrified sound.Â
Yet still, it makes Benjiâs focus waver.Â
âLeave him.â You force yourself to speak louder. Stronger. âNow.âÂ
You take a step closerâa hand outstretched, reaching towards Benji. His attention shifts, settling on you. He blinksâhis stormy eyes, dark with rage, finally starting to clear.Â
Benjiâs movements languid as he steps away from your brother. Your cousins rush to Amosâs side as he stumbles back, frantically checking the heir of Stone Hedge for any sign of injury.Â
They found none. Not even a scratch upon his throat, where his own sword had just hovered.Â
Benji passes you the swordâa silent conversation passing between the two of you.Â
You could have killed him, you glare.Â
I could haveâBenji agrees with a small, self-satisfied smileâbut I didnât.Â
One of your cousins, bold and stupid, steps forward. âIs that all it takes to keep you at heel, Blackwood?â He glances between the two of you, his lip curling into a sneer. âA dog and his bitch,â he taunts, âhow sweetââÂ
A cry rips from his throat, cutting his insult short. You expect it to be Benji, having noticed the way his fists had clenched from the moment your cousin so much as looked at you. And perhaps it wouldâve beenâif your brother hadnât grabbed the fool by the scruff of his neck, yanking him backwards and shoving him to the muddy ground.Â
âSay what you want of him,â Amos tells your cousin, his voice gruff, âbut you will mind how you speak of her.âÂ
You donât know what to make of that. Of Amos defending you. Of knowing that if he hadnât, Benji would have. Or that, even after that, Amos doesnât quite know how to look you in the eyes, looking to the grass and the sky and anything that isnât you.Â
Youâre a Bracken, through-and-through. Take pride in that.Â
But did he take pride in you?Â
If you wish to impress Lord Tully, you might think twice about sending her.Â
âWhatâs done is done.â With a pointed look towards Lord Groverâs tent off in the distance, you say, âNow is not the time nor the place. If you wish so badly to fight, save it for when the war begins.âÂ
On one side of you, Benji remains silent, watching you with a curious glint in his eye. On the other, Amos hesitates.Â
âI donât trust him,â he says.Â
You wonder if he doesnât know how to say: Iâm worried about you.Â
âYou heard our father,â you tell him, chin high, âwhen it comes to a bow and arrow, no oneâs a better shot.âÂ
Perhaps there are things you donât know how to say, too. Like: But I do. I trust him with my life. Maybe even with yours, too.Â
Begrudgingly, Benji meets your brother's gaze, fighting the urge to scowl at him. âFor years, no harm befell your sister under my watchâand you have my word that none shall befall her now,â he vows. âI swear it upon the Old Gods.âÂ
âAnd the New?âÂ
You consider stomping on Amosâs foot.Â
Ignorant. To continue pushingâÂ
âFine.â Benjiâs brusque answer takes you by surprise. âUpon your false Gods as well, then.âÂ
Amos, to his credit, argues no further, only echoing the Raventree heir. âFine.âÂ
For a fleeting moment longer, they stand there, eyes locked. Amos is the first to turnâthe roaring tension dissipating into a hushed hiss as him and your cousins storm off. Benji stays, even as his own men begin to back off, as if listening to a silent command to go find their own partners.Â
You look at him. And he smilesâa shy, awkward thing.Â
âIâll wait for you,â he says, a barely perceptible pause in his speech. âAt the edge of campâyou can find me whenever youâve gathered your things.âÂ
You open your mouth to speak, to say somethingâbut the words take root in your chest, leaving vines to crawl up your throat. If you speak, you worry about what might come out. Worry it wonât be as delicate as the dahlia pinned above your heartâabove his, too.Â
So you close your mouth. Say nothing. Nodâand turn, trying to keep your legs from shaking as you walk back to the makeshift paddock to get what you would need for the hunt.Â
True to his word, you find the heir of Raventree at the edge of camp, leaning against a towering oak and using the tip of his dagger to idly pick dirt from his nails.Â
You brought only what was necessaryâyour bow, strapped between your shoulders, and a dark-leather quiver slung over your shoulder, stocked with already-sharpened arrows.Â
Light rain mists over your face, the sky groaning with a low rumble of thunder. The forest floor squelches beneath your feet as you trudge towards him. Forever on-guard, Benji wastes no time in pushing himself off the tree, adjusting the dagger in his palm so that it can be easily plunged into another's belly if necessary.Â
But then he sees you, dressed in Bracken gold with damp hair sticking to your cheeks, and looses a breath. Relaxing at the sight of youâhis rival, according to centuries of precedent. Your rival, too, you suppose.Â
Benji doesnât look like your rival, though.Â
Sheathing his dagger at his hip, you see no trace of the lethal Lord who, mere moments ago, was willing to go head-to-head with the heir to Stone Hedge. This boyâstuffing his hands in his pockets, a light flush crawling up his throatâis not Benjicot Blackwood, the heir of Raventree Hall.Â
Heâs just Benji.Â
âReady to go?â He asks when youâre closer, his voice a familiar caress so unlike the eerie lull it held earlier.Â
It takes everything in you to erect an icy wall around your heart, colder even than Northern winds. You shove past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you go and earning a perplexed stare. âLetâs get this over with,â you snap, plunging into the depths of the Woods and leaving him to follow behind.Â
Ten minutes pass. Twenty.Â
Dusk crept swiftly through the Riverlands, casting a pall shadow over the Whispering Woods. Overhead, dark clouds seem to grow thicker, obscuring what little light the moon has to offer.Â
A foolâs errand. An impossible task.Â
That is what Elmo Tully had arrangedânot a hunt.Â
With the sun hidden beyond the horizon and a near-constant rumble of thunder, any animal in these Woods would either be asleep or hiding by now, trying to escape the incoming storm. To find a trophy to bring back to campâeven something as simple as a hareâwas unlikely.Â
Still, knowing the guards wonât let you back in without one, you keep walking. Keep plunging further into the Woods, praying to the Gods that you might find something to take back to camp.Â
Twigs snap a few paces behind you, wet foliage squelching beneath purposefully heavy steps. A low, careless whistle tests your patience.Â
With your bow hanging from your hand, you grumble, âYouâre being too loud.âÂ
Benji feigns innocence. âAm I?âÂ
âYes,â you hiss through gritted teeth, never slowing your pace. âBe quietâunless you wish to scare off any game and spend the night sleeping on wet soil.âÂ
He chucklesâloudly. âHave you looked up lately?â Benji asks. âThe sky looks as if itâll crack open any minute now! Any animal with sense is hiding right now, anyway.âÂ
True.Â
âThen we find one without sense, then.âÂ
Benji snorts. âThe only thing without sense in this forest is Amos Bracken.âÂ
Without warning, you stop dead in your tracksâleaving Benji to nearly stumble into you. You cast a glare over your shoulder, cold enough that a chill seeps right into his bones. âYouâd do well to keep quiet, Benjicot.âÂ
His lip curls, revealing a flash of slightly crooked teeth. âAnd since when do you call me Benjicot?â He asks, a ribbon of disbelief lacing his own name.Â
Your jaw tenses, a muscle feathering there.Â
I donât know, you think, a pang of uncertainty cracking the ice wall around your heart.Â
You reinforce ice with steelâturning fully now so that youâre face-to-face, dropping your bow to the ground by your feet. âI wonât let you speak of him that way,â you say, ignoring his question. âMy brother is the heir to Stone HedgeââÂ
A bemused laugh cuts through your words. âOh, heâs your brother now, is he?âÂ
You speak over him, voice rising. âTo insult him is to insult the whole of House BrackenââÂ
âFuck House Bracken,â Benji growls.Â
He takes a half-step closer, towering over you with no more than a foot between you. You donât falterâdonât look away.Â
âI am a Bracken."
His head tilts. âAre you? Last I checked, you were practically raised on Blackwood soil.âÂ
âPerhaps,â you admit. âBut my wardship is overââÂ
Benji cuts you off. âTell me, where was your brother all these years, then? Your father?â He doesnât let you answer. âNo more than a brisk-fucking-walk separating you and yet neither one of them cared to visit with the forgotten daughter of Stone Hedge!âÂ
Youâre a Brackenâ
âYou donât know them,â you protest weakly, your resolve crumbling.Â
âthrough-and-through.Â
âAnd you do?â He challenges. Another step, his chest inches from yours. Warmth radiates from his body, seeping into yours and melting melting melting. âWhy did your father call you home?âÂ
His words are no more than a breath fanning across your cheek.Â
Vulnerability permeates your gaze, bearing an unspoken truth. Because war is coming, you convey with no more than a flicker of your lashes, and fate has already decided my role in it.Â
Benjiâs lips tighten to a thin lineâand you wouldâve thought him ashamed of you, if not for the pain glimmering in his stormy-eyes, lined with silver. âYour father,â he utters, âhe will declare for Aegon Targaryenâwonât he?âÂ
Youâre a Brackenâ
You debate the merits of telling him the truth. Of betraying the plans of your house.Â
âTake pride in that.Â
âAegon Targaryen is the Kingâs true-born son.â You speak, though you know the words are not your own. âTo sit the Iron Throne is his birthright.âÂ
The birthright of a drunken craven.Â
The betrayal of a beloved princess.Â
Benji blinks. Shakes his head, his tongue darting along his lips. âHe called you home to fight. Humfrey Brackenâs forgotten daughterâuseful at long last.âÂ
Rage coils in his tone. Instinct makes your muscles tense.Â
Nothing is more dangerous than this, your thoughts whisper, a Blackwood and a Bracken, toe-to-toe.Â
Thereâs nothing dangerous about the way Benjiâs looking at you, though. His gaze soft and tender, calloused hands clenched at his sidesâholding himself back, you realize. Not from fighting, but from reaching out to touch something heâs not certain is his.Â
âWill you do it?â Benji asks, hesitant. âWill you fight for the pretender?âÂ
I donât want to, you think.Â
Itâs your brother's words that slip past your lips. âI have no choice. My blood runs gold, Benjiâa Bracken, through-and-through.âÂ
His brow furrows. Then a hand shifts to the sheath at his hip, sliding his dagger free. âGive me your hand,â he orders, nodding to where they hang at your sides.Â
You remember his vow to your brotherâthat he would let no harm befall you. Even without it, you wouldâve trusted him. Wholly. Unconditionally.Â
You lift your hand and, without hesitation, he grips it on his own, pinning the steel tip of his dagger against your palm.Â
You hissâhand stinging as the blade drags along your flesh, leaving a thin, shallow cut.Â
âYouâve always had one foot on either side of the boundary,â Benji starts, his words rushed. Carelessly tossing the dagger to the ground, he grabs your wrist tightly, lifting your palm up towards your own face. âBut your blood,â he tells you, his eyes desperate, âhas always run red.âÂ
It drips down your wristâa rivulet of crimson, spilling between his knuckles as he refuses to let go. Red as the color of his tunicâas the specks of blood dried on his own throat, drawn by your brother's sword.Â
Gold on your back. Red in your veins.Â
A Bracken by name, butâŠÂ
âItâs not too late,â Benji says, his words slow and cautious, still cradling your hand in his. âYou can come back to Raventree.â Thunder rumbles. Storm-cloud eyes fall to your lips. âYou can come home.âÂ
You think of Amos. Of your brother. Youâre home now, he had said, a shadow of love in his eyes, Be glad for it.Â
But home was ancient stone, crawling with moss. Home was the deep, muddy moat that you always threatened to push Benji into when he was getting on your nerves. Home was Black Alyâs voice, scolding you whenever your arms were still too weak to string a bow.Â
Home was a dead weirwood tree and a boy with stormy eyes.Â
But dutyâŠÂ
That was something else entirely.Â
Closing your hand around Benjiâs, your chest fills with water as the last of the ice melts. Hard steel turns impossibly soft, your feet shuffling until your body is flush against hisâstill-entwined hands pinned between your chest, trapped between fabrics of gold and red.Â
Benji leans down, his forehead pressing against yours. Thereâs nothing dangerous about him. Nothing unpredictable.Â
You know himâfrom the crook in his nose to the scar above his lip. From the lull of his voice to the weight of his steps. His quick temper and his shy smiles.Â
High above, the sky cries out. Thunder booms, lightning cracks. Misty rain turns to a violent downpour.Â
And he leans in, oh-so carefully. A trembling breath against slick skin, chapped lips hovering over yours.Â
âYou can come home,â Benji whispers, repeating himself. You canât thinkâcanât breathe, as he utters against your mouth, âLet me take you home.âÂ
And he kisses you. A tender, desperate kissâthe kind that drives your lips apart with the sheer force of it. He tugs his hand from yours, slips it out from between your bodies and brings it to rest on the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in damp, rain-soaked hair.Â
Restraint is no more than a breath in the wind. Desire curls in your stomach. Your pulse pounds in your veins, rich with red red red.Â
But then thereâs your brotherâs voice in your head: I donât trust him.Â
And you know what he meant was: Youâre my sisterâmy blood, red or goldâand Iâm worried about you.Â
You pull away, breathless and broken, one half of your heart lying on either side of the boundary stones resting miles and miles from here.Â
Lips still close enough to brush against yours, Benji pants. âSay yes.â The love in his eyes isnât a shadow. Itâs a bright, blinding light. A proud declaration and a howling plea. âSay youâll come home.âÂ
You look downâto the sigil embroidered on your tunic, to the still-drying blood on your palmÂ
An estranged brother and a forbidden lover.Â
And you.Â
The bridge to a great chasm.Â
The futile remedy to centuries of enmity.Â
You take a step backâreaching inside of yourself, pulling shriveled vines up your throat, knowing that the words hammering in your chest will be anything but delicate. That theyâll taste of rot in your mouth.Â
âIâm not sure I have a home, Benjicot.â Pain echoes across his face, each syllable a rusted dagger in his heart. Another step back, grabbing your bow from where it laid in the mud, abandoned what feels like a millennia ago. âNot anymore.âÂ
When you turn to leave, thunder crashing overhead and a sob caught in your throat, you go alone.
The heir to Raventree Hall doesnât dare to follow.Â
You walk in silence, your bow hanging at your side. Behind you, there are no snapping twigs and no low, careless whistling. Thereâs only rain andâ
A branch creaks overhead, halting your steps. Your bow is drawn in a single breath, the cut on your palm stinging as you slide an arrow from the quiver slung over your shoulder, readying to shoot. You look up, drops of rain splattering against your cheeks as you scan the trees.Â
There.Â
Perched on a wet, mossy limb was a pair of beady eyes staring down at you. A raven, letting out a low, curious croak.Â
A single shot and you could go back to camp.Â
A single shot, you tell yourself, and your blood might finally run gold.Â
A breathâand then the bow string goes slack.Â
You slip the arrow back into the quiver.
a/n - does any of this even make sense? idk, you tell me lmao. overall, just wanted to play around with capturing the confusion that might ensue for a reader who has no clue where their loyalties lie anymore, lost in who they are and who they think they're meant to be--anyways, hopefully the ending makes sense to you because it makes sense in my brain
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LOCK ME DOWN TONIGHT âĄ
pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader
summary: seeing how you handle babysitting his nephew gives your boyfriend some ideas about what he wants in the future with you.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, breeding kink, tummy bulge, biting, au obviously lol
a/n: i hope you guys like this one. it's my first time writing for sukuna so i'm still learning. he's kinda ooc here but i scrapped my other draft last minute and i thought this was a cute idea so whatever. reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated <3
kinktober slot: day 18 - breeding kink
You make sure to be as quiet as you possibly can while shutting the door to Yuji's bedroom. After an hour of going back and forth and the small boy pleading to stay up with you and your boyfriend downstairs, you'd finally managed to get him to fall asleep.
Padding down the carpeted hallway, you turn the corner and hit the light switch off before descending the stairs. Your socks slide against the hardwood floors of the landing as you hop down the last few steps and then cross the entryway into the living room where your boyfriend waits for you on the couch.
He's leaned back into the corner of the puffy cushions, relaxed as ever in a pair of sweats and a tank top on his upper half. Both of his exposed arms drape over the backing. Upon seeing you, he flashes a lazy grin and runs his fingers through the unkempt hair atop his head.
"You finally get the little brat to go down?" he asks.
You nod and make your way over to him. "No thanks to you," you say as you sit down beside him.
He smirks and lowers one of his muscular arms to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side.
"You're just such a natural with him. I didn't think you'd need my help," he says, a hint of teasing lacing every word.
Shooting him a playful glare, you scoff and scoot into his lap. "You still could've tried. He's your nephew."
"He calls you his aunt though," he teases. He leans in to nip at your cheek and nose your temple.
The words bring a slight rush of warmth to your cheeks. They're true. The little boy you just put to bed acknowledges you as part of the family just as much as he does his actual uncle. In fact, you were the one to push Sukuna into accepting the offer to babysit tonight. He hadn't wanted to, preferring to spend the evening alone with you all to himself. But integrating yourself into his life mattered to you, so he only protested a little before agreeing.
He notes your reaction to his prior statement, and his smug look reaches his eyes. "Oh come on, don't tell me that has you all flustered," he taunts, "You're too easy."
"Shut up. You said it like that on purpose," you say and pinch his arm.
Grinning at the gesture, he maneuvers the two of you around so that you're on your back and he's above. The tv casts a faint glow over the both of you, the flashing pictures painting the scenery with pale blues and washed-out pinks.
"How'd I say it, babe?" he asks.
"Like you do when you're trying to get me all worked up and stuff," you answer, tracing the tip of your index finger over the tattoos spanning from his shoulder to his arm. Your eyes flit between his piercing eyes and soft lips.
"Is that what you think I'm trying to do?" he says. But before you even get your answer out, he ducks down to pepper kisses along the column of your throat.
Your eyes flutter, a natural response to the feathery touches upon your skin. He always started out like this, tender and gentle, before devolving into his true nature. One of your arms wraps around him, your fingers trailing up the ribbed fabric of his top. The other pushes on his shoulder in a light rebuff.
"Yeah, but we can't," you protest.
"And why not?" he breathes. The puff of air fans over your flesh, chilling the parts wet with his saliva.
"Because 'kuna..." you start, trailing off a bit as he lays more kisses along your carotid artery, "We're supposed to be babysitting. He could come downstairs..."
"He won't," he interjects, "You saw how tired he was. He's out for the night. Plus he's clumsy, I'd hear him coming even if he did get up."
You sigh and bring your hand up to lace through his messy pink locks. He's pretty good at convincing you.
"Why are you so riled up anyways?" you ask in an attempt to give yourself a distraction.
He chuckles against your skin, nipping a mark onto your neck before speaking. "Is it really a mystery?" he asks.
"Yeah. What were you doing while I was upstairs?" you ask playfully.
"It's not that," he says, smirking at your cluelessness. He rolls his hips against one of your thighs and lets you feel the semi hard bulge beneath the cotton of his pants. "It's been all night. Seeing you taking care of Yuji like that, it has me thinking about what it would be like to see you carrying a baby of our own."
Your eyes snap open and look at the ceiling with sudden, wide clarity. You hadn't been expecting that at all. Your mind had been more in the realm of short-term, simpler things. Like scrolling past some porn on his phone or catching sight of a sex scene on the tv. Not the prospect of getting you knocked up.
It's not even that you're opposed to the idea. You just didn't think he would feel this way about it.
He senses your startled reaction and grinds his stiffening length against you again. "You're just so good with him. Can't help it," he mumbles.
"I- um... thanks?" you say timidly, voice still soft and shaky from the affection he's lavishing on your neck.
"Don't be so shy about it. Don't act like you haven't thought about it too," he murmurs.
The plush inner skin of your thighs presses into his sides. That was also true. You had thought of it before. After years of being together, the occasional image of him cradling a sleeping baby or boosting a small child onto his shoulders crossed your mind. You'd just kept them to yourself knowing your boyfriend wasn't exactly the lovey-dovey, wistful daydreams type.
"Yeah... I've thought about it before," you confirm.
"Mhm. That's right," he says. His hips have settled into a continuous rhythm. He rocks them between your legs. You feel the dull bloom of pleasure beginning at your center. "You'd look fuckin' gorgeous full of my baby," he whispers.
Your legs squeeze him tighter as if to draw his body in closer. Your breaths that had already been shallow come out more shuddery. It was silly almost, how hot the simple fantasies of domestic bliss could get you. The image of his large hands splayed across your swollen belly. The thought of his lips kissing over your bump, teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh as they do to every other part of your body. The praises he'd rain upon your figure that expanded to accommodate his spawn.
"Yeah, I know you like that," he murmurs, "So c'mon. Let me try to put a baby in you."
"Tonight?" you squeak.Â
His hands slide up your sides as he nods. One of his large palms rises to paw at your breast. He gropes the mound, further stirring the arousal brewing within you.
"Yeah tonight," he says, "You feel how hard I am for you, how bad I want it. I don't think we'd have much trouble."
Involuntarily, you whimper. As much as you planned to resist, giving into temptation seemed like the only option now. It's impossible to resist him when he surrounds you like this, when he engulfs your perception so completely. You pull him closer on top of you in silent agreement. He knows your signs though, so it's all he needs.
His kisses grow rough on your neck, more set on leaving marks behind. The hand on your breast continues to toy with it while occasionally the fingers glide up to play with your nipple. It had pebbled up under your t-shirt, eager for his touch.
"You're gonna love it. Being so dependent, needing me all the time," he rasps, "And with a body like this, you were made for it."
His hands roam over your curves. They fondle and squish, intent on feeling every soft inch of you. Your clit pulses for him in anticipation of what's coming.
"And I'll be just as crazy for it, watching your body bend to my will, shaping up to carry our child," he whispers.
Another round of chills erupts across your skin. Both of you breathe heavier. You whine as his mouth migrates onto your collar bone, skimming the neckline of your top. Your chest heaves for him. Every part of you craves his attention.
Between your legs, your folds slicken with arousal, preparing for the inevitable. The throbbing from your delicate bundle of nerves only grows more intense, and you wish his fingers were down there providing you with some relief instead of lingering on your chest. Trying to get some friction on your own, you lift your hips to reciprocate him rubbing up against you, but he thwarts the efforts by pushing you back down and keeping you in place. He wants you where he wants you, you don't get to move and decide otherwise.
"Patience, doll," he tells you, "No need to rush."
Despite his words of delay however, his next move is to adjust your clothes into positions that leave you accessible to each other. He shoves his sweats down to mid thigh, allowing his heavy cock to spring free. The ache for you is practically visible to your eyes. It stands stiff with little beads of precum oozing from the tip. His fingers hook over the waistband of your bottoms and do the same to them, lowering them enough that he can get to the sweet spot between your legs.
He also tugs your shirt down, letting your tits spill over the neckline into his view. Ducking down, he latches onto a nipple while stroking himself. You hear the throaty groans echoing within him. Thoughts of your chest swelling up in the future dance through his head as you reach around to gently run your nails over the nape of his neck.
The schlick schlick schlick of his hand fisting his cock is audible from between the two of you. He bucks into his hand a few times before lining up and teasing your entrance with the tip.
"'kuna..." you whimper, lips forming into a pout.Â
Part of it was impatience, part of it was nerves. Either way, he glances at you, lips curled into that sinister smile.
"Don't whine, brat. You know it never gets you what you want," he chides.
The words don't ring true though because seconds after saying them, he pushes the rest of his girthy shaft into your tight little hole. Your hand flies to your mouth to muffle the sounds pouring out of you. Your eyes roll back as a harsh breath leaves his lungs.
"That's it. No more complaining," he mutters.
He sinks all the way in, taking a moment to feel the tight warmth of you around him before pulling back and starting to pump in and out. Your hand stays clamped over your face as he grins down at you. No matter how many times the two of you fuck, he'll never grow tired of seeing your face when he first slips it in.
You gush around his cock as he thrusts. His movements are measured and small, but they still strike hard and raw. The heated skin of your ass bounces against his thighs every time he slams forward. Each motion pushes you harder against the couch.
Soft mewls leak out against your palm. It all feels so good. His body caging yours down. The swollen head of his cock nudging all the sweet spongy spots inside of you. Even the sight of him above you stokes the flames of lust burning in you. His muscles flex as he holds himself up and slides into you over and over.
"Squeezing me so much, doll. You want this bad, huh? Wanna make me a daddy?" he taunts.
You bite your lip under your hand and nod eagerly. Another needy moan seeps from you as his hand comes down and presses on your belly. The sensation makes your hips squirm. You tighten up more around him.
"So good for me, takin' it like this," he grunts, "Doing what you're meant to."
Your eyes flutter as you respond with another weak nod. Looking down, you catch the faint bulge that appears with every jolt of his pelvis. The sight is enough to spur you closer to the edge. You reach up for his shoulders, pulling a bit to get him closer.
He obliges your gesture and lowers himself on top of you, your bodies flush against each other now as he grinds himself deep inside of you.
"You're gonna look so fucking good, all rounded out for me. I'm gonna want you knocked up until you can't give me any more," he murmurs.
You feel his lashes flutter against your neck before his teeth sink into your neck. The bite isn't hard enough to draw blood or really hurt, just gives you a nice little sting. A small shock of pain to mix in with the pleasure.
"Fill me up, 'kuna. Wanna feel it take," you whisper, your voice breathy and broken up by whimpers.
"Oh it's gonna take," he grumbles.
He keeps rutting into you on the couch until he feels himself reaching that high. Like he usually does with you, he keeps his face against your neck when he cums. His groan vibrates against your sweaty skin while cum spurts into you from his tip. He moves in erratic beats, losing his sense of rhythm.
Your legs lock around his waist, and you keep him pressed close as can be as you reach your own peak. Rocking your hips upward, you meet his handful of final thrusts. You manage to stay quiet through it before finally sliding your hand off of your face. A full breath fills your lungs.
As you come down, you melt into the couch cushions below. He stays on top of you, catching his breath. His body rests there, boneless and limp. He doesn't pull out, just stays there for a few moments.
When he finally does detach himself, he lazily lifts himself up and slides back. He fixes his clothes and yours, looking down at you a bit softer than before. A softness he would never verbalize, of course.
Instead of talking, he flops over and squeezes in beside you on the couch, slotting himself between your side and the backing. He wraps an arm around your waist. His eyes casually land on the tv.
"Try not to move too much. We want it to take," he mumbles and nestles his face against your neck again.
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'Silent Strain' | part I
Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
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summary: Joel and you knew that bringing a child into this mad world was a mistake, but he wanted to give you the best that was left of that world after all.
w.c: 12,6k (this was 5k at the beginning)
warnings: established relationship, age gap (Joel is 43 and Reader 32) angst, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion, fluff, not proofreading, sorry. The events of this story happen 10 years after the outbreak.
a/n: New Sunday, new fic? This one was on my drafts and I thought about developing a little bit more because I wanted to write one where Joel wasn't an asshole. This may become a really short series. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Happy reading.
dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Mornings in the QZ were far from a story teller, always bleak as any other, somber and carrying the weight of the guilty grieving each people who has survived this far dealt with.
Many people had become the worst versions of themselves, just monsters they never thought they would be. Others woke up with the survivorâs guilt, after years of letting go their people, family and friends.
And others carried all that, but had found a little spark shinning on their path.
That was your case.
And Joelâs too.
You both had found each other just a few years after the world descended into chaos. After that, you become each otherâs anchor until now.
Even when days seemed to be grayer, even when Joel seemed a bit lost after losing his contact with Tommy.
Even on days when the world seemed grayer, even when Joel seemed a little more distantâhis thoughts lost somewhere along the frayed edges of his mind, burdened by the loss of contact with Tommyâyou held on. You knew what he was feeling; it was a familiar ache, a common wound you both carried.
Tommy was Joelâs last person who shared his blood. His brother, his last piece of family and what the old world had left him.
But he also had you, and that made him alive.
You woke up slowly, the thin, rough blanket tangled around your legs, the mattress beneath you creaking as you shifted. The air was cold, seeping through the cracks in the walls, and the faint light of dawn barely penetrated the small, grimy window. Outside, you could hear the sounds of the QZ waking up, the distant, muffled voices of guards changing shifts, the echo of boots on concrete, and the occasional shout. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, trying to keep the chill at bay.
The room you and Joel shared was small, barely large enough for the bed and a rickety chair in the corner. Outside the doors, there was the rest of the old apartment that worked as a roof for the both of you, and Tess.
The walls were stained with years of neglect, paint peeling in long strips, revealing the bare concrete beneath. There was a small table near the window where a lone candle had burned down to a stub, wax pooling on the surface, solidifying in random patterns. It had been another long, sleepless night, the dark hours stretching on endlessly, and you could feel it in your bones, an ache that went deeper than simple tiredness.
You glanced over at Joel, still asleep beside you, his face etched with lines of worry even in rest. He lay on his side, one arm slung over his face, his brow furrowed as if he were fighting off some invisible enemy in his dreams. The mornings were hardest on him, you knew. Waking up to the same bleak reality day after day, the hope of finding Tommy growing thinner with each passing moment.
A wave of nausea hit you unexpectedly, a sudden queasiness that made your stomach twist. You shut your eyes, taking a slow, deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You hadn't been feeling well for a few days now, just a lingering discomfort you chalked up to the lack of proper food or maybe stress. Nothing in this world was kind to the body or the mind anymore.
You pushed yourself up, careful not to wake Joel, and swung your legs over the side of the bed, your feet touching the cold, cracked floor. The chill ran up your legs, making you shiver. You sat there for a moment, steadying yourself, pressing a hand against your stomach as if trying to calm the unease that rolled there. There was a strange heaviness to it, something that seemed different, something you couldnât quite put your finger on.
The thought crossed your mind, quick and unbidden, a possibility you immediately pushed away. It was too absurd, too impossible to consider. Not here, not now, not in this broken world.
You rose to your feet, steadying yourself on the edge of the table, your fingers brushing against the melted wax. You glanced back at Joel, who still hadnât stirred, his breathing deep and even. You knew he needed the sleep, needed a moment of peace, however fleeting. You moved quietly toward the window, peering out through the dirt-streaked glass. The world outside was shrouded in mist, the familiar shapes of the crumbling buildings barely visible in the pale morning light.
There was a time when you might have found the sight beautiful, in a melancholic way. Now it just seemed desolate. Empty.
Another wave of nausea hit, stronger this time, and you pressed a hand to your mouth, swallowing hard. You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself. You felt a sharp pang of fear, a sudden flash of panic that cut through the fog of morning fatigue. You forced it down, tried to stay calm. You couldnât afford to be anything else.
From behind you, you heard the faint rustle of the bed as Joel shifted, his voice rough and low. âYou, okay?â he murmured, still half-asleep, his words slurred with exhaustion.
You turned to look at him, forcing a smile, though you werenât sure he could see it in the dim light. âYeah⊠just a bit cold,â you lied softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He blinked at you, eyes heavy-lidded, and then nodded, seeming to accept it. âCome back to bed,â he mumbled, his voice carrying a warmth that made something in your chest tighten. âItâs still early.â
For a moment, you hesitated, feeling the cold air around you, the uncertainty pressing in. But then you moved back to the bed, sliding in beside him, feeling the heat of his body radiating through the thin layers of fabric. He reached out, pulling you close, his arm draping over you protectively, and you let out a breath you didnât realize youâd been holding.
You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of safety as Joel stirred Joel stirred, his hand rubbing small, soothing circles on your back. âAre you sure you are, okay?â he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
âYeah,â you whispered, hoping he couldnât hear the lie in your voice. âJust a headache.â
He kissed the top of your head, the simple gesture sending a pang of guilt through you. âYouâve been getting a lot of those lately,â he noted, concern creeping into his tone.
You forced a smile, even though he couldnât see it. âJust stress, I think.â
He hummed in response, not entirely convinced but willing to let it go for now. He gently nudged you off his chest, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. His eyes searched your face, and you had to fight the urge to look away. Joel had a way of seeing right through you, and you were afraid he might catch a glimpse of the truth you were hiding.
He frowned, clearly not convinced. âYouâve been sayingâ that a lot lately. Maybe you should rest today, stay in bed.â
You shook your head, knowing you couldnât afford to take a day off. Life in the QZ was unforgiving, and everyone had to pull their weight. âIâll be fine. Weâve got too much to do, and theyâre already short-handed at the ration line.â
You forced yourself to follow suit, pushing through the lingering nausea as you pulled on your worn clothes. The headache throbbed with each movement, but you bit back the discomfort, determined not to let it show. Joel kept glancing over at you, as if expecting you to collapse at any moment, but you just offered him a reassuring smile, even if it didnât reach your eyes.
Once you were both ready, you stepped out into the harsh reality of the QZ. The streets were crowded, people moving about with a sense of urgency, always on edge. You and Joel made your way through the throng, his hand resting on the small of your back, guiding you through the chaos.
At the ration line, the day passed in a blur of monotonous tasksâdistributing food, managing the restless crowd, keeping an eye out for trouble. But the ache in your head never fully faded, and every now and then, you had to pause, closing your eyes for a moment to steady yourself.
Joel noticed, of course. He was always watching, always worrying, though he tried to hide it behind a gruff exterior. âYou sure youâre alright?â he asked again when you took a brief break, his tone betraying his concern.
âYeah, just⊠Itâs probably just the air or something,â you said, shrugging it off. But you could tell he didnât believe you.
âSee you later, then?â he asked before parting ways with you to your different duties.
âYeah, see you later,â you replied, forcing a smile, trying to reassure him. Joel lingered for a moment, his eyes searching yours, he planted a kiss on your lips before turning to head off to his assigned area. You watched him go, feeling a mix of guilt and relief. You hated lying to him, but what could you say? That the world seemed to be spinning just a little bit too fast? That every time you bent over, a wave of nausea washed over you? It would only make him worry more.
The hours dragged on, the sun creeping across the sky, bringing with it a sticky heat that clung to your skin. By midday, your headache had grown worse, a steady throb that pounded behind your eyes. The noise of the crowd seemed to amplify the pain, voices blending into a harsh cacophony. You rubbed at your temples, willing it to stop, but it only seemed to make it worse.
At one point, while lifting another crate filled with canned goods, a sharp pain shot through your abdomen, causing you to drop the box with a loud thud. A few people nearby turned to look, but you waved them off, trying to catch your breath. The soldier supervising the line glanced over, raising an eyebrow. âYou good there?â he asked, his tone half-concerned, half-annoyed.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you muttered, bending down to retrieve the cans that had spilled onto the ground. Your hands shook slightly, and you felt a bead of sweat roll down your back. The soldier didnât look convinced, but he didnât press further, turning his attention back to the line.
âThen clean the mess you madeâ he ordered.
You nodded, swallowing down the nausea that threatened to rise again. âYes, sir,â you replied, bending down to pick up the cans. Your fingers felt clumsy, and every time you moved, the pain in your abdomen seemed to sharpen, making it difficult to keep your breathing steady. Sweat dripped from your forehead, stinging your eyes, but you pushed through, determined not to draw any more attention to yourself.
As you gathered the last can, another wave of dizziness hit you, and you had to steady yourself against the crate to keep from toppling over. You glanced over your shoulder to see if the soldier was still watching, but he had already turned away, his focus elsewhere.
You took a deep breath, trying to will away the nausea, when you heard a familiar voice behind you. âHey, you, okay?â
Turning, you saw Tess standing there, her face set in a concerned frown. âYeah,â you lied, forcing a weak smile. âJust a rough day.â
Tess studied you for a moment, her eyes narrowing. âYou donât look so good,â she said quietly, stepping closer. âYouâre pale⊠and sweating like hell.â
You shrugged, trying to brush it off. âIâm fine, just⊠tired, I guess.â
Tess didn't seem convinced. Her sharp eyes swept over you, taking in every detail â the paleness of your skin, the way your hands trembled slightly as you held the cans. Her frown deepened, and you could practically feel the gears turning in her head.
âLook,â she said slowly, almost carefully, âI know you well enough to tell when youâre lying. And right now, youâre doing a pretty damn poor job of hiding whatever this is.â
Your heart started to pound in your chest, an uneasy thump that only made the nausea worse. You swallowed, glancing away from her probing stare. âI said Iâm fine, Tess,â you repeated, but your voice came out too shaky, too uncertain. Even you didnât believe it.
She took a step closer, lowering her voice. âDonât bullshit me,â she murmured, her tone firm but not unkind. âYouâve been off for days now⊠the headaches, the dizziness. Iâve seen this before. And Iâm pretty sure you know what Iâm talking about.â
You stiffened, shaking your head quickly. âNo, Tess,â you whispered, almost desperate. âItâs not that⊠it canât be.â
Tessâs expression softened, but there was still a hint of stubbornness there, a determination to get through to you. âListen,â she began, her voice a little gentler. âIâm not trying to scare you, but⊠you need to face this. If itâs what I think it is⊠then youâve got a lot to figure out.â
âPlease, Tess. Not nowâ you pleaded.
Tess hesitated, her eyes searching your face, but she nodded slowly, relenting â at least for the moment. "Alright," she said quietly, though the concern in her voice hadnât faded. "But you canât keep running from this forever."
You felt a lump in your throat as you looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. "I just⊠I canât think about it right now," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thereâs too much going on, and⊠JoelâŠ"
Tess sighed, crossing her arms. "I get it," she replied softly. "But, you know, youâre not alone in this. Whatever it is, youâve got people who care about you. Joel might be rough around the edges, but⊠heâs not going to turn his back on you. Not now, not ever."
You swallowed hard, nodding, though you still felt like you were balancing on a knifeâs edge. "I know," you said, though doubt still gnawed at you. "Itâs justâŠ"
"Itâs scary," Tess finished for you, and you could only nod again, feeling suddenly very small. "But you donât have to go through it alone, alright?" she added, her voice softening. "Iâve got your back. Always."
You gave her a weak smile, grateful for her support, even if the fear still twisted inside you. "Thanks, Tess," you whispered.
She patted your shoulder, her touch gentle, almost sisterly. "Letâs get back to it," she said, glancing back toward the line. "But promise me⊠youâll think about what I said."
You nodded again, though your mind was spinning with a hundred different thoughts. "I promise," you murmured, even though you weren't sure if you meant it.
By the time you got back to the apartment, the sun was already low in the sky, casting long shadows through the broken blinds. Your legs felt heavy, your head still pounding from the stress of the day. As you pushed open the door, you were met with the stale, familiar scent of the small, dimly lit space that you and Joel called home. The silence was almost deafening, broken only by the faint creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet.
Your eyes scanned the room, and they quickly fell on Joel sprawled out on the bed, his face slack in sleep. But what caught your attention was the nearly empty bottle of whiskey sitting on the table next to him, beside a few scattered, white pills. A flare of anger ignited in your chest.
You walked over and grabbed the bottle, knocking it down onto the floor. The sound of the glass hitting the wood was loud, but Joel didnât stir. Frustration bubbled up inside you. âJoel,â you called out sharply, but he remained still, lost in whatever numbness heâd sought.
With a forceful shove, you shook his shoulder, your voice rising. âJoel, wake up!â you demanded. His eyes fluttered open slowly, bleary and unfocused. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision, and groaned.
âWhat?â he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and whatever haze the whiskey and pills had put him under.
Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. âWhat the hell, Joel?â you spat out, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and worry. âYouâre drinking and taking pills again? You promised me⊠you promised youâd stop!â
Joel blinked again, pushing himself up on one elbow, confusion and irritation crossing his face. âItâs just⊠itâs just to take the edge off,â he slurred, running a hand over his face. âYou donât get it.â
âNo, I do get it,â you shot back, your voice sharp. âI get that youâre hurting, Joel, I get you want to know where Tommy is but this is not the way.â
Joelâs eyes narrowed, some of the grogginess leaving his gaze. âIâm trying,â he muttered, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. âIâm doing the best I can, alright? Itâs not that easyâŠâ
You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. âI need you, Joel,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âI need you here, with me⊠not drowning in a bottle. Weâre supposed to be in this together, remember?â
He looked away, his jaw tightening, but he didnât respond immediately. The silence stretched between you, heavy and tense. Finally, he let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping slightly. âHe is my brother, the only family I get left.â he muttered, almost too softly to hear.
âWhat about me?â you asked, voice trembling.
Damn, why were you getting so emotional.
Joel's brow furrowed, clearly caught off guard by your question. He blinked, as if trying to process your words, and then his expression softened. âWhat are you talkingâ about?â he asked gently, taking a step closer to you. âOf course, you're my family. You know that. Youâre everything.â His fingers brushed against your arm, tentative, as though he was still uncertain if youâd accept his touch.
You felt a lump forming in your throat, and you blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. âThen why does it feel like Iâm not enough?â you murmured, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
Joel's thumb brushed against your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadnât realized had fallen. âYou are, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice steady but soft. âI promise you are. Iâm just⊠Iâm scared. Scared of what could happen to you⊠to us.â
You looked up into his eyes, searching for somethingâan answer, a reassurance, anything to ease the turmoil inside you. "How are you feeling'?" he asked suddenly, his voice quieter, more tender than before.
The question caught you off guard. You blinked, trying to gather your thoughts. "I⊠I donât know," you admitted honestly. âTiredâŠâ
Joel nodded slowly, his hand slipping from your cheek to rest on your shoulder. âI know, I get it,â he said quietly. âBut you gotta promise me⊠if thereâs somethingâ wrong, youâll tell meâ
You nodded, âI promise.â
You wrapped your arms around Joel, pulling him into a tight embrace. The warmth of his body against yours was a small comfort, a fleeting sense of security in the chaos that seemed to be swirling around you. As you clung to him, the guilt and the weight of the hidden truth about your pregnancy settled heavily on your shoulders.
Joel held you close, his hand gently rubbing your back, his touch reassuring and steady. âIâm sorry,â you murmured into his shoulder, the words escaping almost involuntarily. âIâm sorry for everything.â
Joelâs arms tightened around you, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. âAinât nothinâ to be sorry for,â he said softly. âWeâre in this together, you hear me? Weâll get through it. Weâll figure it out.â
You nodded against him, feeling a mix of relief and deep-seated worry. The truth about the pregnancy was still looming, a secret that was becoming increasingly difficult to keep. Every time you looked at Joel, you could see the love and concern in his eyes, and it made the weight of your silence feel all the more burdensome.
As you slowly pulled away from the hug, you wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your emotions. Joel looked at you with a soft expression, his worry evident but tempered with the resolve to support you no matter what.
The thoughts of your pregnancy, the uncertainty of the future, and the fear of how this might change everything were still swirling in your mind. You felt a pang of guilt as you remembered Tess's words, and you struggled with the decision of when and how to reveal the truth.
Joel seemed to sense the inner conflict you were grappling with. âIf you need space, or if you need to talk about it,â he began, his voice steady, âjust let me know. Iâm here for you, no matter what.â You nodded, forcing a small, grateful smile. âThank you, Joel. I⊠I just need a little time.â
He nodded in understanding, and as you both sat down, the silence between you was filled with an unspoken promise of support and love.
You woke up a little later, feeling the soft warmth of Joelâs arm wrapped protectively around your waist. For a moment, you simply lay there, savoring the comfort and the faint sense of security his presence provided. The room was quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of Joelâs breathing.
Gently, you eased yourself out of bed, careful not to disturb him. You tiptoed out of the bedroom, the coolness of the apartment a stark contrast to the warmth youâd left behind. As you walked through the small living space, you noticed that Tess was already up, sitting at the table with a cup of coffee.
She looked up as you entered, her gaze softening. âHey,â she said quietly, setting the cup down. âHowâre you feeling?â
You offered her a small, tired smile. âBetter, thanks,â you replied, taking a seat across from her. âI just needed some space to think.â
Tess nodded; her expression thoughtful. âDid you think about what I say?â
You took a deep breath, considering Tess's question. âA little,â you admitted, your voice soft. âItâs just been overwhelming, and Iâm not sure how to handle everything yet.â
Tess studied you for a moment, her eyes reflecting both concern and a hint of sadness âAnd?â she reached across the table, placing a comforting hand over yours. âI understand itâs overwhelming,â she said gently. âBut you have to face it.â
You glanced down at your hands, gripping the edge of the table as if it might anchor you to the present moment. The room felt too small, the weight of your thoughts pressing heavily on your shoulders. âIt canât beâŠIâm scaredâ you confessed, your voice trembling slightly.
Tess took a deep breath, her expression softening. âTake the test, Iâll go with youâ she said, showing support.
âWha-wha-what? I donât have any testâ you said, voice trembling
Tess gave you a small, understanding smile, her hand still resting over yours. âI know,â she said softly. âBut thereâs a way to get one. I can ask around⊠discreetly. I have a contact who might be able to help.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and disbelief coursing through you. âYouâd do that? For me?â The idea of someone knowing, of even a whisper of this spreading through the QZ, sent a chill down your spine. But the calm certainty in Tessâs eyes steadied you.
âOf course,â she replied without hesitation. âIâve got your back, always. Weâve been through worse, havenât we?â
You nodded slowly, though the tight knot in your stomach seemed to twist even more. âYeah, I guess,â you muttered, trying to sound convinced, even though nothing had felt quite like this. âBut what if⊠what if itâs true, Tess? What do I do then?â
Tess squeezed your hand gently, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. âThen we figure it out, step by step,â she said. âFirst things first, we need to know for sure. Until then, try not to let your mind spiral, okay?â
You swallowed hard, nodding again, though your mind was already a storm of thoughts and worries. You could feel the weight of this new reality settling onto your shoulders, heavier than anything youâd felt before. âOkay,â you whispered. âIâll try.â
Tess stood up, giving your hand one last comforting squeeze before letting go. âIâll see what I can do tomorrow,â she promised. âGo back to bed and try to rest.â
Your mind raced with possibilities and fears as you made your way back to the small bedroom, trying to steady your breathing, to find some calm in the storm of your thoughts.
When you slipped back into the darkened room, Joel was still lying on his side, one arm stretched across the bed as if reaching for you even in sleep. You carefully lifted the blanket and slid back under it, trying not to wake him. But as soon as you settled in, his arm instinctively curled around your waist, pulling you close. His warmth enveloped you, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of safety.
Joel's voice came out in a sleepy murmur, rough around the edges. âWhere were you?â he mumbled; his breath warm against your neck. You could feel the weight of his arm, heavy and reassuring, holding you as if he sensed your unease.
âJust⊠talking to Tess,â you whispered back, trying to keep your voice steady.
His grip around you tightened slightly, his thumb tracing small circles against your side. Even in his half-asleep state, there was a protectiveness in the way he held you. âEverything okay?â he asked, still drowsy, but there was a hint of concern creeping into his tone.
You hesitated for a second, your heart beating faster. You didnât want to lie, but you also couldnât tell himânot yet, not until you knew for sure. âYeah,â you finally replied, trying to sound convincing.
Joel made a low, comforting sound, a mix between a hum and a sigh. He nuzzled closer, his lips brushing lightly against your shoulder. âDonât worry,â he murmured, his voice trailing off as sleep tried to claim him again. âWeâll figure it out⊠whatever it is.â
You bit your lip, feeling a lump form in your throat. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words soothe the fear gnawing at your insides. But all you could do was rest your hand over his, feeling the roughness of his skin beneath your palm, grounding yourself in his presence.
âYeah,â you whispered back, more to yourself than to him. âWe always do.â
Joelâs breathing began to slow again, deepening as he drifted back to sleep. You closed your eyes, pressing yourself closer against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
âI love youâ you whispered to him, breaking the silence. You were afraid of losing him.
For a moment, there was only the quiet of the room, the soft hum of the distant generator outside, and the gentle rhythm of Joel's breath against your skin. You wondered if he'd even heard you, or if your whispered words had been lost in the space between wakefulness and sleep.
Then, you felt his grip tighten around you, his hand moving to hold you closer, almost as if he was afraid, you might slip away. His lips brushed against your shoulder, a tender, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down your spine. "I love you too," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky whisper in the darkness. There was a raw honesty in his words, an openness that you rarely heard from him, as if he understood the fear hidden beneath your confession.
His lips pressed against your shoulder again, this time firmer, more deliberate. "Ain't nothing gonna change that," he added softly, his breath warm against your skin. His thumb stroked gently over the fabric of your shirt, tracing soothing patterns that spoke of comfort and promises unspoken.
You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you, feeling a mix of relief and longing. The fear still lingered, but in this moment, held in his arms, it felt a little more manageable. You leaned back into him, feeling the strength in his body, the steady beat of his heart against your back.
Joel held you tighter, as if sensing your need for reassurance. "We'll get through this," he whispered. "Whatever it is, we'll face it together. You and me."
You nodded against him, unable to find your voice, your heart swelling with the weight of everything unsaid. "Together," you repeated softly, your hand squeezing his, grounding yourself in his presence.
For now, that was enough.
Joel woke up slowly, his body protesting against the cold air that had settled in the room overnight. He blinked against the dim light filtering through the cracked blinds, reaching out instinctively to your side of the bed, only to find it empty. His hand moved across the sheets, finding them cool, your warmth long gone.
He sat up, a frown creasing his brow as a flicker of worry ran through him. He scanned the room, half-expecting to see you in the corner, maybe getting dressed or lost in thought, but the room was still, too still. He called your name, softly at first, then a little louder. No answer.
His heart quickened as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing his jeans from the chair and yanking them on. The apartment was quiet, eerily so, with no sign of movement or life. His boots hit the floor with a dull thud as he pulled them on, his gaze darting around the small space.
Where the hell were you?
He moved quickly to the kitchen, eyes scanning the counters, the sinkâanywhere you might have left a note, a sign of where youâd gone. But there was nothing. Just the quiet hum of the building settling around him. He glanced toward the front door, noticing Tess's boots missing from their usual spot. A knot of unease tightened in his chest. Neither of you were there.
He ran a hand through his hair, cursing under his breath. You wouldnât have left without telling him, not without saying something. And Tessâshe was always up to something, but she never left you behind. He felt his pulse quicken, a gnawing sense of dread creeping in as he grabbed his jacket from the hook near the door, slipping it on with practiced haste.
Joel pushed open the door and stepped into the hallway, his boots echoing against the worn floorboards. He looked around, scanning for any sign of you or Tess. The hallway was empty, but a few doors down, a neighborâa middle-aged man Joel recognized but didnât know wellâwas stepping out, adjusting his coat.
âHey,â Joel called out, his voice sharper than intended. The man looked up, surprised. âYou seen them?â He gestured back to your apartment.
The man shook his head slowly, clearly unsure who Joel was referring to. âNah, havenât seen anyone this morning,â he replied. âEverything okay?â
Joel forced a tight smile, though his stomach was churning with worry. âYeah, fine,â he muttered, turning away. He started down the stairs, moving quickly, almost without thinking. His mind raced, a thousand worst-case scenarios flashing through his thoughts. Where could you be? Why hadnât you said anything?
He made his way down to the ground floor, heading toward the small communal area near the entrance, where a few people were already gathered, murmuring quietly among themselves. He scanned the room, his eyes searching, hoping to catch a glimpse of you or Tess.
âJoel!â A voice cut through the chatter, and he turned to see one of Tessâs contactsâDanny, a wiry guy with a nervous energyâwaving him over. Joelâs heart jumped. Maybe Danny had seen you.
âWhereâs Tess?â Joel asked as he approached, not bothering with pleasantries.
Dannyâs face tightened slightly, and he glanced around, lowering his voice. âShe went out early, looking for something⊠didnât say what. Figured you knew.â
Joel clenched his jaw, frustration flaring in his chest. âAnd her?â he asked, his voice edged with urgency. âYou see her?â
Danny shook his head. âNo, man. I just saw Tess.â
Joel felt a chill run down his spine. He took a step back, his mind racing with questions. If Tess had gone out and you werenât with her, then where the hell were you?
He turned, scanning the room one more time, then made a decision. He needed to find you, now. Whatever this was, wherever you were, he wasnât going to wait around and let worry tear him apart.
You sat in Lydia's small, cluttered living room, nerves thrumming beneath your skin like a live wire. The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and old books, a comforting combination that somehow made you feel more at ease, despite the circumstances. Lydia's place was a small haven in the chaos of the QZ, filled with mismatched furniture, faded floral curtains, and a few potted plants she somehow managed to keep alive. The doctor herself, an older woman with graying hair pulled back into a messy bun, moved around the space with a calm, practiced efficiency. Her hands were steady, her expression focused but kind.
Tess stood beside you, her presence a quiet reassurance. She had her arms crossed, her foot tapping lightly against the worn wooden floor as she watched Lydia prepare a small kit on the table. Lydia glanced over at you, her eyes soft with a mixture of concern and affection. âYou look pale, sweetheart,â she said, her voice gentle but firm. âYouâve been keeping up with your food and water?â
You managed a small nod, though your stomach felt like it was tied in knots. âYeah, just⊠a lot on my mind,â you murmured. Your voice sounded small in the stillness of the room.
Lydia nodded knowingly, her gaze flicking to Tess for a moment before returning to you. âIâve seen that look before,â she said softly. âIt's not easy, being in this kind of situation⊠but youâre not alone, okay?â
You bit your lip, feeling a lump form in your throat again. âThanks, Lydia⊠I just⊠Iâm scared,â you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. âI donât know what to do if⊠if itâs true.â
Lydia came over to you, setting a warm hand on your shoulder. âItâs okay to be scared,â she said kindly.
You nodded, taking a deep breath as she handed you a small, well-worn plastic device. A pregnancy test. It felt surreal holding it in your hand, the weight of it much heavier than its actual size.
Lydiaâs expression softened. âThe bathroom is down the hall,â she instructed gently. âTake your time, and when you're ready, come back out. No rush.â
You glanced at Tess, who gave you a reassuring nod. âGo on,â she urged softly. âIâll be right here.â
Swallowing hard, you stood up, clutching the test in your hand, and made your way down the narrow hallway to the small, dimly lit bathroom. The old mirror above the sink was cracked, reflecting your nervous expression in fragmented pieces. You took a deep breath, feeling the cool tile under your bare feet, and tried to steady your racing heart.
The minutes stretched out as you stood there, staring at the test in your hands, feeling the weight of this decision. You knew that everything could change in an instantâyour life, your relationship with Joel, everything you thought you knew about the world and your place in it.
You finally gathered your courage, took the test, and set it on the sink. You watched it like it might explode, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. You could hear the muffled voices of Tess and Lydia down the hall, their words indistinct but soothing in their familiarity.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, you saw the result. Your breath caught in your throat, your knees feeling weak. You stared at it, your mind struggling to catch up, to process what you were seeing.
It was positive.
You felt a wave of emotions crash over youâfear, confusion, a strange sense of disbelief. You gripped the edge of the sink, needing something solid to hold on to, to keep yourself from spiraling. Tears welled in your eyes, unbidden, and you blinked them back, swallowing hard.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself before turning back toward the door. You stepped out of the bathroom, your face pale, your hands trembling slightly.
Tess was the first to notice, her eyes widening as she saw your expression. She moved quickly to your side, her hand gripping your arm gently. âHey⊠whatâs the result?â she asked, though the look on your face already told her everything.
Lydia stepped closer; her eyes filled with empathy. âItâs okay, sweetheart,â she murmured. âJust take a breath.â
You looked at them both, your voice barely a whisper. âItâs⊠itâs positive,â you admitted, your heart pounding. âIâm⊠Iâm pregnant.â
Tess squeezed your arm, a mixture of concern and determination on her face. âOkay,â she said firmly. âWeâre going to handle this. Weâre gonna figure it out.â
Lydia nodded; her expression warm. âYouâre not alone in this,â she reassured you. âWeâll do what we can to make sure youâre safe⊠and healthy.â
You swallowed hard, feeling the tears spill over despite your best efforts to hold them back. âWhat⊠what do I do now?â you asked, your voice shaking. âI donât want anyone to know this, okay?â
âJoelâs has to knowâ Tess said.
âNo.â Your voice came out sharper than you intended, a flash of panic twisting through your chest. âNo,â you repeated, firmer this time. âI canât⊠I canât tell him. Not yet.â
Tessâs eyes narrowed slightly, but her expression remained calm. âWhy not?â she asked gently, though there was a hint of insistence in her voice. âHe deserves to know. Heâs going to find out sooner or later.â
You shook your head, feeling the tears start to flow again. âI just⊠Iâm not ready,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âHeâs already dealing with so much, with losing contact with Tommy, and⊠I donât want to put this on him. Not when I donât even know how I feel about it yet.â
Lydia placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her touch steady and grounding. âItâs okay to feel this way,â she said softly. âBut Tess is right. Joel will need to know eventually. Heâs your partner⊠in all of this.â
You bit your lip, trying to steady your breath. âI just need some time,â you murmured, feeling a deep ache in your chest. âPlease⊠donât say anything to him. Not until I figure out how to even say it myself.â
Tess sighed, a mixture of frustration and understanding on her face. âAlright,â she agreed quietly, but you knew she was lying.
She walked towards the door before you saying to Lydia âIâll pay you later.â
âThere is no need, Iâd do anything for this one hereâ she said, squeezing your shoulder.
Tess gave Lydia a small nod, but her expression was tight, her jaw set. You could sense the conflict simmering beneath her calm exterior. You knew Tess well enough to recognize that she wasnât pleased with your decision. She paused at the door, one hand resting on the frame, before turning back to you.
âAlright,â she said again, this time her voice softer, almost resigned. âWe need to get back. Joelâs probably tearing his hair out by now.â There was a hint of a wry smile, but it didnât quite reach her eyes. You felt a pang of guilt; you could only imagine how worried Joel must be at this point.
Lydia gave you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder. âTake care of yourself, okay?â she said softly. âAnd if you need anything, anything at all, you know where to find me.â
You managed a small, grateful smile. âThank you, Lydia⊠for everything,â you whispered, feeling a rush of emotion swell in your chest.
Tess opened the door and stepped outside, waiting for you to follow. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, before moving to join her. As you stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, Tess glanced at you, her expression unreadable.
âYou know heâs gonna ask where we were,â she muttered, keeping her voice low. âAnd you know I wonât lie to him.â
Your heart sank a little. âI know,â you admitted quietly. âJust⊠donât tell him yet, okay? I need to be the one to do it, Tess.â
She nodded, but the tension in her shoulders didnât ease. âYou better tell him soon,â she warned her tone more serious now. âBecause if you donât, I will.â
Two days had passed since you were delivered the news, and as you went through your shift, the morning sun cast a pale light over the QZ, and the usual noise of activity buzzed around you. You focused on your tasks, trying to push through the lingering fatigue and nausea. Despite your efforts to stay steady, a wave of nausea hit you suddenly, making your stomach churn violently.
You stumbled to the side, clutching your midsection as you struggled to keep yourself upright. Before you could react, the contents of your stomach erupted, and you doubled over, throwing up onto the ground. The sudden and intense discomfort left you gasping for breath, feeling a mix of embarrassment and distress.
Nearby, a few of your co-workers glanced over, their faces a mixture of concern and discomfort. One of them approached, a frown on his face. âYou alright? Maybe you should sit down or get some fresh air.â
You shook your head, trying to regain your composure. âIâm fine,â you managed to say, though your voice was shaky. âJust⊠give me a moment.â
The soldier supervising the shift, who had already been keeping an eye on you, approached with a stern expression. âWhatâs going on? You canât be throwing up in the middle of work. If youâre sick, you need to go home.â
You tried to protest, but your weakened state made it hard to argue. âIâm okay,â you said weakly. âI just need a minute.â
Before you could say more, Joel appeared, his face etched with concern as he hurried over to you. He placed a supportive hand on your back. âYou need to go home,â he said firmly, his eyes filled with worry. âYouâre not doing yourself any good pushing through like this.â
The soldier gave Joel a skeptical look. âShe needs to get back to work. We canât afford to have people slacking off.â
Joelâs expression hardened, and he took a protective step forward. âSheâs not slacking off. Sheâs sick. You wanna have her work herself into the ground? Take her home, and Iâll deal with it.â
The soldier seemed taken aback by Joelâs intensity but eventually relented, grumbling under his breath. âFine. Take her home, Miller. We donât need sick people on duty.â
Joel nodded, helping you to your feet and wrapping an arm around you for support. âLetâs get you outta here,â he said gently, guiding you toward the exit.
As you walked out of the QZ, the cool air was a welcome relief, but the anxiety and guilt still gnawed at you. âIâm sorry,â you murmured, your voice barely audible.
Joel glanced at you, his eyes softening. âYou donât need to apologize, honey.â With Joelâs reassuring presence beside you, you made your way back to the apartment, each step feeling a bit heavier as you faced the reality of your situation.
When you and Joel arrived back at the apartment, you were both greeted by the quiet, familiar surroundings. Tess was sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes lifting from a worn-out map sheâd been studying. She looked up as you entered, her expression shifting from concern to relief.
âHey, youâre back,â Tess said, standing up quickly. âHow are you feeling?â
Joel helped you inside, guiding you to the couch. âSheâs not feeling great,â he said, his voice low. âShe had another wave of nausea at work.â
Tess crossed the room, taking a seat next to you on the couch. âAlright, letâs get you comfortable,â she said, her tone gentle. She reached for a blanket and draped it over you, her eyes scanning your face with worry.
You nodded weakly, feeling the exhaustion and the strain of the morning catching up with you. âThanks, Tess,â you murmured, settling into the couch as Joel stood nearby, his hands resting on his hips, clearly trying to mask his concern.
Tess turned to Joel. âYou should take a break, too,â she suggested. âI can keep an eye on her for a bit.â
âNo.â Joel glanced at you, âI want to know whatâs happening, and donât lie to meâ he demanded, especially to you.
You frightened under his stare. You looked over at Tess looking for a way of reassurance.
Tess met Joelâs gaze steadily, her own concern evident. âJoel,â she began softly, âwe need to approach this carefully. We donât want to push her too hard.â
Joelâs eyes softened slightly, but his jaw remained set. âI just want to understand whatâs going on. Sheâs been sick for days, and I need to know why.â
You took a shaky breath, feeling the weight of both their stares. âJoel,â you said quietly, âIâve been⊠trying to manage. Itâs been hard to admit, but⊠Tess might be right. Iâm not sure how to handle it all.â
Tess reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. âWhat weâre dealing with isnât just a simple illness. Itâs important that we address it properly.â
Joelâs expression shifted from frustration to deep concern. âWhat are you saying?â he asked, his voice softer now, but still laced with worry.
âJoel, IâŠIâ you wanted to tell him, but you couldnât find the words or the courage to do it.
Joel's gaze was intense, waiting for you to continue. Tessâs hand on your shoulder was a grounding presence, urging you to find the strength to speak.
You took another deep breath, the lump in your throat making it hard to talk. âJoel,â you began again, your voice trembling, âIâve been feeling⊠really sick, and itâs more than just the usual stuff. Itâs⊠itâs becauseâŠâ
Again, your voice got cut.
âBecause of what?â he demanded.
âShe is pregnant, Joelâ Tess answered for you.
Joelâs face went pale as he absorbed Tessâs words. His eyes flickered between you and Tess, trying to reconcile the new information with what he had seen in you recently. The silence in the room grew heavy, punctuated only by the sound of your shallow breaths.
Joelâs hands dropped to his sides, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. âPregnant?â he repeated, almost as if he couldnât believe it. His voice was a mix of confusion and pain, and he took a step back, needing space to process this revelation.
You nodded, tears threatening to spill again. âI didnât want to tell you like this,â you said quietly. âIâve been trying to manage, but itâs been really hard.â
Joel ran a hand through his hair, pacing slightly as he tried to gather his thoughts. He turned away from you, his face contorted with frustration. âGoddammit,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair again, the tension in his body palpable. âThis⊠this is just too much.â
You flinched at his outburst, tears spilling freely now. âJoel, pleaseââ you began, but he cut you off, his voice rising.
âDo you have any idea what this means?â Joelâs tone was harsh, though there was a tremor of anguish beneath the anger. âWeâre barely surviving as it is, and now⊠now youâre telling me youâre pregnant?â
Tess stepped in, placing a firm hand on Joelâs shoulder. âJoel, this isnât helping,â she said sharply. âShe needs support right now, not anger.â
Joel shrugged off her hand, his frustration boiling over. âI know, I know,â he snapped. âBut itâs a lot to take in! I canât just ignore it!â
You watched, your heart breaking as you saw Joelâs struggle to come to terms with the news. âJoel,â you said, trying to reach out to him despite your own pain, âIâm sorry. I didnât want to add to the stress, but I didnât know how else to handle it.â
Joelâs eyes met yours, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze faltered, replaced by a deep sadness. âI just⊠I donât know how to fix this,â
he said, his voice dropping to a strained whisper. âI thought we had a chance to figure things out. Now everythingâs just falling apart.â
Tess moved closer; her voice softer but firm. âJoel, getting angry wonât solve anything. We need to focus on what we can do now. What matters is getting her the help she needs.
âWe were supposed to leave to find Tommy and now we wonât be able to.â He said, angry.
âWhat?â you asked, absorbing the new information.
Joelâs gaze dropped to the floor, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. âWe were planning to leave for Tommyâs,â he said, his voice tight with frustration. âBut with this⊠we might not be able to. Weâre stuck here now, trying to figure out how to manage all this mess.â
You stared at him, the realization hitting you like a cold wave. âWait, you were planning to leave? To find Tommy?â
Joel nodded, rubbing a hand over his face. âYeah, Tess and I thought it was the best chance for us. Tommyâs got connections, and he might be able to help us get through this. But nowâŠâ His voice trailed off, the anger and sadness mixing in his eyes. âNow, everythingâs fucked up.â
âWhen were you planning to tell me?â You asked, hurt.
Joelâs face fell at your question, and he looked away, struggling to find the right words. âI wasnât⊠I didnât mean to keep it from you,â he said, his voice rough. âThings were just⊠so complicated. We thought we had more time to figure things out before we had to tell you.â
You felt a pang of hurt at his words. âSo, you were just going to leave me in the dark? You were planning to leave without even talking to me about it?â
Joel looked back at you; his eyes filled with regret. âNo, thatâs not what I meant. Of course you were coming with us.â
âBut now Iâm a burden.â You uttered a thought Joel perhaps was having.
Joelâs face tightened at your words, the weight of your accusation clearly hitting him hard. âThatâs not what I meant,â he said quickly, his voice strained. âYouâre not a burden, never say that again.â
You stood up, your emotions swirling, a mix of hurt and frustration. âThen why does it feel like everythingâs falling apart because of me?â you asked, your voice trembling.
You stood up, your emotions swirling, a mix of hurt and frustration. âThen why does it feel like everythingâs falling apart because of me?â you asked, your voice trembling. Tears began to spill down your cheeks, the weight of the situation overwhelming you. âIâm pregnant and I donât know what to do. I thought you were going to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, butâfuck this!â You turned abruptly and walked towards the bedroom, trying to escape the chaos of your emotions.
Joel's heart ached as he watched you go, his own emotions roiling. He hesitated for a moment before following you, his steps heavy with regret and worry. He reached the bedroom door just as you were sinking onto the edge of the bed, your shoulders shaking with sobs.
âHey,â Joel said softly, his voice carrying a note of desperation. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean for any of this. I was just⊠scared and confused. I shouldâve been there for you, and I wasnât.â
You didnât look up, focusing on trying to control your breathing. âLeave me alone.â You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, feeling his presence beside you.
âLeave, Joel.â You sobbed.
Joelâs heart sank further as you pushed him away, the pain in your voice cutting him deeply. He hesitated at the bedroom door, torn between his desire to comfort you and the need to respect your space.
âAlright,â Joel said softly, his voice almost a whisper. âIâll give you some time. Iâm sorry.â With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you alone with your emotions.
As Joel retreated, Tess quietly entered the room. She found you on the edge of the bed, still shaking with sobs. Without saying a word, she sat down beside you, offering silent support. Tessâs presence was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the turmoil you felt inside.
âHey,â Tess said gently, placing a comforting hand on your back. âIâm here. Just breathe. Weâll get through this.â
You looked up at her, your eyes red and tearful. Tess didnât try to force conversation; instead, she simply sat with you, her hand a reassuring presence on your back. Slowly, the comforting silence and Tessâs steady presence began to soothe you. Your breathing gradually steadied, and the tears started to subside.
Tess helped you settle into a more comfortable position on the bed, making sure you were warm and covered. As you drifted off to sleep, the emotional exhaustion finally taking its toll, Tess stayed by your side, her watchful gaze softening with concern.
After a while, Tess glanced toward the door and saw Joel standing there, his expression one of deep regret and sorrow. He looked as though he was trying to come to terms with everything that had happened. Tess gave him a sympathetic nod before turning her attention back to you.
âI know this isnât the ideal situation,â Tess began, her tone firm yet understanding. âBut she needs you now, Joel. More than ever.â
Joelâs jaw clenched, his eyes flicking from Tess to where you lay curled up on the bed, still trembling from your tears. âI donât know if I can do this, Tess,â he whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with the weight of his fears.
Tess placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. âYouâve got to try,â she urged. âSheâs scared, and she needs you to be there for her. You donât have to have all the answers, but you do need to stay. You need to lay down next to her and protect her, like you always have.â
Joel looked at her, conflicted, the fight still lingering in his eyes. But Tess didnât back down, her gaze unwavering. âSheâs not asking you to be perfect, Joel. Sheâs asking you to be there.â
For a moment, Joel hesitated, the weight of the decision hanging heavy in the air. But then, slowly, he nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. He walked over to the bed, his movements careful and deliberate as he lay down beside you, his presence cautious but steady.
You stirred slightly, sensing his nearness even in your sleep, and instinctively moved closer to him, seeking the comfort you had always found in his arms. Joel wrapped an arm around you, holding you gently, as if afraid you might break. And as Tess watched, she saw the fear and anger in his eyes slowly give way to something softer.
The room was quiet, save for the sound of your breathing, as you finally found peace in sleep. Joel stayed awake, his thoughts still tangled, but his grip on you never faltered. Tess left the room quietly, leaving the two of you to find whatever solace you could in each other.
Joel lay beside you, staring up at the cracked ceiling of the apartment. He couldnât sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, his mind raced, replaying the argument from earlier and the harsh truths he had tried to push away for so long. The room was quiet now, but his thoughts were anything but.
His gaze shifted to you, lying peacefully next to him, your breathing soft and even. You looked so small, so fragile, and it hit him all over again just how much had changed in the span of a few hours. The life growing inside you was a reality he couldnât ignore anymore, no matter how much he wanted to. He watched you, his heart heavy with a mix of fear, guilt, and something he hadnât allowed himself to feel in a long timeâhope.
The thought of becoming a father again terrified him. After Sarah, after everything he had lost, he didnât know if he could survive that kind of pain again. But here you were, carrying his child, and it was as if the world was asking him to take that risk all over again. He didnât know if he had it in him, but as he watched you sleep, so peaceful and trusting, he realized that you were counting on him.
Joel stayed awake through the night, his thoughts swirling with memories of Sarah, the life he had lost, and the uncertain future ahead. He wanted to protect you, to shield you from the harshness of the world outside, but he didnât know if he was strong enough to protect you both from the dangers that lay ahead. The weight of responsibility felt crushing, yet he knew he couldnât turn awayânot now, not ever.
As the first light of dawn began to seep through the cracks in the curtains, Joelâs exhaustion finally began to catch up with him. His eyes grew heavy, and despite his best efforts, he drifted into a restless sleep, his arm still draped protectively over you.
When he finally woke, the apartment was filled with the pale light of early morning. He blinked groggily, his mind still clouded with sleep, but something felt off. The warmth of your body beside him was gone. He reached out, his hand finding only the empty space where you had been.
Panic flared in his chest as he sat up quickly, his eyes scanning the room. The bed was cold where you had lain, and the room was eerily silent. âWhere the hell are you?â he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair as he forced himself out of bed.
His heart pounded in his chest as he searched the small apartment, calling your name, but there was no answer. The sense of dread he had felt the night before came rushing back, stronger than ever. He knew you couldnât have gone far, but the thought of you out there alone, especially in your condition, made his stomach twist with worry.
Joel threw on his jacket, his movements frantic as he prepared to leave and search for you. He couldnât bear the thought of something happening to you, not when he had just realized how much he needed you. As he headed for the door, he stopped short, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, to think. You were strong, capableâhe knew that. But still, the protective urge in him screamed to find you, to bring you back and keep you safe.
With one last glance around the empty apartment, Joel stepped outside, his mind racing as he tried to figure out where you might have gone. He couldnât lose youânot now, not ever.
Joel knew you had a habit of going to certain places when you needed spaceâwhen you needed to clear your head. He made his way through the maze of streets, his mind fixated on finding you. As he walked, his thoughts spiraled. What if you were angry enough to leave the QZ? What if youâd decided you didnât want to face him again? The guilt from the night before weighed heavily on him, and the fear that heâd pushed you away was overwhelming.
He headed towards a small, secluded spot behind one of the less-used buildingsâa place you often went when you needed to be alone. It was out of sight from most people, offering a rare bit of privacy in the crowded QZ. As he turned the corner, his breath caught in his throat. There you were, sitting on an old, crumbling bench, your hands clasped tightly in your lap.
Relief washed over him, so intense it almost brought him to his knees. For a moment, he just stood there, taking in the sight of you. You looked small and lost, your shoulders hunched as if the weight of the world had finally settled on them. But you were safe. You were here. That was all that mattered.
He approached slowly, not wanting to startle you. The crunch of gravel under his boots made you look up, your eyes meeting his. The raw emotion in your gazeâfear, uncertainty, and something that looked like regretâhit him like a punch to the gut.
Joel stopped a few feet away, unsure of what to say, how to bridge the gap that had opened between you. His mouth opened, but no words came out. What could he possibly say to make this better? To fix the hurt he had caused?
âI didnât mean to leave,â you finally said, your voice small and fragile. âI justâŠneeded to think.â
Joel nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. âI get it,â he replied, his voice rough with emotion. He took a cautious step closer, wanting to reach out, but unsure if you wanted him to. âI shouldnât have⊠I shouldnât have let you leave like that.â
You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. âItâs not your fault. I justââ Your voice broke, and you wiped at your eyes, frustration evident in the gesture. âI donât know how to deal with all of this. Itâs too much, Joel. Everything is too much.â
âI donât know if I can do this,â you whispered, the words barely audible.
Joel crouched down in front of you, his hand still on your shoulder, his gaze locked onto yours. âWe donât have to have all the answers right now,â he said softly.
âThere isnât a place for raising a baby.â You spoke, looking down at your hands, the thoughts swirling in your mind too overwhelming to express. âLydia could help me,â you whispered, almost to yourself. âShe could help meâŠterminate it.â
Joelâs reaction was immediate, his voice hard and unyielding. âNo.â The word came out sharper than he intended, and he saw you flinch. He softened his tone, but the resolve remained. âWeâre not doing that.â
You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. âBut, Joel, what ifââ you began, but he cut you off.
âI said no,â he repeated, more firmly this time. âWeâre not ending this.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. âBut Iâm scared, Joel,â you confessed, your voice breaking. âWhat if we canât do this? What if itâs too much?â
Joel crossed the room in two long strides and knelt in front of you, his hands gently cupping your face. âIâm scared too,â he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. âBut I canât lose you.â
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked into his eyes, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. âI donât know if I can do this,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Joel pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. âYouâre not alone in this,â he murmured into your hair. âWeâll do it together. Whatever happens, weâll face it together.â
You clung to him, the fear and uncertainty still gnawing at you, but for the first time since youâd found out, you felt a small measure of comfort. Joel wasnât backing down, and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
âI love you and I wonât leave you alone, babyâ he whispered, kissing your lips.
Joelâs words wrapped around you like a lifeline, pulling you back from the edge of your fears. You clung to him, your grip tight but gentle, as if you were afraid, he might disappear again. The warmth of his embrace, the sincerity in his voice, and the tenderness of his kiss were all anchors in the storm that had been swirling inside you.
âI love you too,â you whispered back, your voice thick with emotion. You could feel the tears drying on your cheeks, replaced by a sense of tentative hope. The weight of your worries didnât vanish, but Joelâs presence made them seem a little more manageable.
Joel gently cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the remaining tears from your cheeks. âWeâre gonna get through this,â he said firmly. âI donât know how, but we will. Weâre a team. Weâve faced worse before.â
You nodded, finding strength in his conviction. âOkay,â you murmured, feeling a flicker of warmth in your chest. âIâll try to believe that.â
Joelâs eyes softened as he leaned in closer, pressing his forehead to yours. âWeâll figure it out together,â he promised. âBut right now, my focus is taking care of you and the baby.â
Hours later, the apartment was quiet once again, save for the soft hum of a generator and the occasional creak of the building settling into its nightly stillness. You had managed to distract yourself with small tasks around the apartment, trying to keep your mind occupied and calm. The weight of the conversation with Joel still lingered, but his earlier reassurance had brought a sense of calm you hadn't expected.
You were in the middle of organizing some supplies when you heard the front door open. The sound of footsteps followed, and a few moments later, Joel's voice cut through the quiet. It was a familiar, comforting sound, but this time, it was tinged with an edge of frustration.
âYou think this is a joke?â Joelâs voice was sharp, and you could hear the anger in his tone.
You quickly moved toward the front of the apartment, concern etching across your face. When you reached the living area, you saw Joel standing in the doorway, his face set in a hard line. Beside him stood a teenagerâa girl who looked no older than sixteen. Her clothes were ragged, and she had a wary, defensive posture.
The girlâs eyes flickered between you and Joel, her expression a mix of fear and defiance. Joelâs anger was palpable, and it was clear that the situation was tense.
âJoel, whatâs going on?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, though you felt a pang of anxiety at the sight of the girl and the intensity of Joelâs demeanor.
Joel's eyes shifted to you, the anger in them still evident but now mixed with a hint of exhaustion. âSheâs got a name,â he said, gesturing toward the girl. âHer nameâs Ellie.â
Ellie looked up at you, her eyes wary but hopeful. Joelâs expression softened slightly as he continued, âTurns out sheâs supposed to be delivered to the Fireflies.
You glanced at Joel, understanding dawning. âYouâre going to take her to them,â you said, looking back at Ellie. âAnd youâll have the chance to find Tommy along the way.â
Joel nodded, a hint of resignation in his stance. âYeah, thatâs the deal,â he said.
âBut what aboutââ
Joel cut you off gently. âI know itâs a lot to take in. We need to leave now. Thereâs an opportunity for us to get out of the QZ and head to a place where things might be better. But it means we have to move fast.â
Ellie shifted uncomfortably, glancing between you and Joel. âI donât want to be a problem,â she said quietly. âIf itâs too muchââ
âNo,â you interrupted, shaking your head. âItâs not that. I just⊠Iâm not sure what to do. I mean, this is all so sudden.â
Joel stepped closer, his expression earnest. âWe donât have much time. We need to move quickly before things get worse. I know itâs hard, but this is our chance to get out of here. To find some place where we can start over.â
You looked at Joel, the weight of his words sinking in. âAnd what about the baby?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. âHow will weââ
âWeâll figure it out,â Joel said firmly. âWe have to. Thereâs no time to waste. This is our chance to make a new life, to give the baby a better chance.â
You took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of the situation. âAlright,â you said finally, nodding. âIâll do it. Weâll go. Just⊠letâs make sure weâre ready.â
Joelâs face softened with relief, and he gave a nod. âGood. Tess will be back soon. We need to pack up and get out before anyone notices weâre gone.â
As you hurriedly packed, a thought clawed at the back of your mind, growing louder and louder until it burst out of you in a shaky whisper. "But Iâll be a burden," you said, your voice breaking. "Iâll slow you down, Joel. You know it."
Joel stopped what he was doing, turning to face you. "No," he said firmly, the word cutting through the tense air like a knife. He crossed the room in a few quick strides and cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. There was a fierce intensity in his gaze, something raw and unwavering.
"Youâre not a burden," he insisted, his voice low and filled with emotion. "You're the reason I wake up every day. I wouldnât be alive if it wasnât for you, baby. Without you⊠without you, nothing makes sense anymore."
Your breath hitched, and tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to him, his words breaking down the walls you had built around your fears. Joelâs hands trembled slightly as he continued, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down your cheek.
"So, if this is the chance I have to give you a life you deserve in this shithole," he went on, his voice steady but thick with emotion, "then Iâll take it. Iâll take you with me and give it to you and our baby. I promise you, Iâll do whatever it takes to make sure youâre both safe. I wonât lose you. Not now, not ever."
You could feel his sincerity, the depth of his determination to protect you and the life growing inside you. You felt a wave of emotions crashing over youâfear, relief, hope, and love, all swirling together. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, letting his words sink in.
"Joel," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I⊠I donât know if Iâm ready for this, for any of this."
His grip on your face tightened just a bit, his gaze never wavering. "Neither do I," he admitted. "But weâll figure it out. Weâve faced worse, and weâre still standing. Weâll get through this. Together."
You nodded slowly, your heart hammering in your chest. He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. "Iâm not letting you go," he murmured.
Ellie stood by the door, her arms crossed, an incredulous look on her face. "Are you seriously risking your pregnant girlfriend?" she asked, her voice sharp with disbelief. She looked between the two of you, clearly struggling to understand the situation.
Joel turned his head, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features, but he kept his voice calm. "It's not that simple, kid."
Ellie scoffed. "Seems pretty simple to me," she shot back. "You're dragging her and⊠whatever's in thereâ" she gestured vaguely toward your stomach, "âthrough god knows what to get me to the Fireflies. What if something happens?"
You took a deep breath, stepping forward to meet Ellieâs eyes. "I know what I'm getting into," you said firmly. "I can take care of myself."
Ellie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and what if you can't? I mean, what if you get sick or something? What if you get hurt?" Her voice softened, just a bit, the worry evident. "Itâs not just about you anymore."
Joelâs jaw clenched, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. He turned to Ellie; his tone more measured. "I get it, Ellie," he said. "But leaving her here⊠leaving her in this place⊠thatâs not an option either."
Ellie threw her hands up. "Great, so itâs a lose-lose situation."
You couldnât help but let out a small, dry laugh. "Pretty much," you said, trying to inject some lightness into the tension-filled room.
There was a beat of silence, the reality of the situation settling over everyone. Joel reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. "Weâll figure it out," he murmured, more to you than anyone else.
Within a short time, Tess arrived, and the group of you prepared to leave the apartment, stepping out into the uncertain world beyond the QZ. The prospect of escaping to a new place, combined with the responsibility of ensuring the safety of both Ellie and your unborn child, loomed over you.
Joel led the way, his eyes scanning the area as you followed, Ellie close behind. The journey ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for a new beginning.
As you stepped out of the QZ and into the unfamiliar landscape beyond, the weight of your situation pressed heavily on you. The world outside was a mix of desolate ruins and overgrown wilderness, a stark contrast to the relative safety of the quarantine zone. With each step, you could feel the gravity of the journey ahead, not just for yourself, but for your unborn child and Ellie, who now looked up to you as a beacon of hope and guidance.
Joel walked beside you, his presence a constant reassurance in the chaos. He kept a vigilant eye on the surroundings, his hand occasionally reaching out to make sure you were close. Tess, ever practical, moved ahead, scouting the path and ensuring that it was as safe as possible.
Ellie followed behind, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. The harsh reality of the world outside the QZ was a stark contrast to the relative safety sheâd known, and she looked to you and Joel for guidance and protection.
The landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, with the occasional remnants of civilization scattered among the ruins. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with potential threats and unknown challenges. Yet, with Joelâs hand firmly grasping yours and Tess leading the way, you found a small measure of comfort in the unity of your group.
As you walked, Joel glanced at you occasionally, his gaze softening when he saw the lump forming in your throat.
With each step you took away from the QZ, you felt a mixture of trepidation and hope. The future was uncertain, and the dangers were real, but you were determined to face them head-on, for yourself, for your child, and for the family you were trying to protect.
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Donât Ever Leave My Side
âȘthe one where you finally let jake take you out on a date after countless rejections, but it turns out that the guy you convinced yourself he was, isnât who he is at all.
Warnings: smut, fluff, pda, unprotected sex, swearing, pining, oral (f receiving), jake being whipped bc i missed writing for him
Word Count: 4.7k
Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine âĄ
You werenât sure why you had reapplied your makeup for the third time now after deciding that it didnât look good enough. And you opted to leave your hair how it normally looked right after a shower and to not touch it, but here you were, hastily curling it as you checked the time on your phone for the fourth time since plugging in the curling iron.Â
None of it mattered at all. It was just a stupid date. One stupid date you promised Jake Seresin youâd go on with him, that was it.Â
The guy had been asking you out for months now, and youâve shut him down every time since you knew how he was with the women who frequented the Hard Deck. He was a player, in the sky and on the ground, and you wanted nothing to do with it, which is why youâve rejected him more times than you can count on both hands.Â
Yet he was persistent, the fucker. To get him to stop, you agreed to go out with him the last time you bumped into him, and that date was scheduled for tonight. In exactly four minutes, but you were planning on being late just to fuck with him, because there was no way you were going on a second date with him. No way. No.
You just finished your hair when your phone went off with a text, and you glanced down at it as you unplugged the curler and set it down on the counter.Â
Jake Seresin: Iâm here, gorgeous. Hope youâre prepared for tonight ;)
For some reason, reading that gave you butterflies in your stomach, and you quickly typed out a response before setting your phone down and pulling on the simple black dress you picked out for tonight.
Nice. Iâm not ready yet.
The dress was tight around your torso area but got looser around your thighs, and the straps were so thin, you had to wear a strapless bra so it didnât look dumb. The hem around your chest was lace and provided a small amount of cleavage that left nothing to the imagination, so yeah. It was very simple.Â
After checking yourself a respectable three times, you slide on your ankle boots and grab your purse.Â
You wondered if Jake was annoyed that you took so long to get ready since he read your text but never responded to it, but you were wrong as you opened your front door and saw him leaning against the passenger side of his truck with a stupid fucking smile on his face. âHey, sweetheart,â he greeted as you huffed and turned to lock the door. When you made your way over to him, Jake moved out of the way and opened the passenger door for you. âYou look stunning.â
âThanks,â you drag the word out a bit as you hop up onto the seat and place your hands on your lap as he shuts the door behind you. A few seconds later, he was sitting beside you in the driverâs seat as he put the truck into drive. âWhere are we going?â
Jake grinned over at you as he flicked the radio on, and some country song began playing quietly through the speakers as he answered, âItâs a surprise. Shocking, I know, but if Iâm only getting one shot at this, Iâm gonna do it right,â
âGreat, I love surprises,â you mumbled, looking out the window before quickly looking back at him once you further processed his words. âAnd thereâs no if, Jake. You are only getting one shot at this.â
You werenât sure whose head you were trying to get that through at this point.Â
But Jake wasnât fazed as his grin grew. âBetter make sure I donât fuck this up then,â he said, glancing over at you. âI promise, Iâll make it count.â
He sounded so excited and he looked hot in his jeans and button up and jacket. You hated it, because youâve seen him with other girls before, and he never put on this nice of an outfit, and he never gave them the amount of attention heâs already given you since you left your house.Â
And you were even more annoyed when he pulled into a parking spot right outside your favorite Italian restaurant ten minutes later. You looked at the bright sign that said the name of the restaurant with squinted eyes before looking over at Jake. âWhy are we here?â
Jake looked a bit panicked for a second as he paused mid-way through taking off his seatbelt. âIs this notâŠI thought this was your favorite place to eat at,â he sounded nervous now and you loosened up a bit as you took off your own seatbelt.Â
âIt is,â you confirmed, âBut how did you know that?â
Jake looked more relaxed as he finally let his seatbelt go and opened the door. âBird Boy told me,â he said and you groaned.Â
âDamnit, Rooster,â you muttered as you grabbed your bag and reached for the handle, but Jake was already there and opening the door for you. âIâm going to yell at him the next time I see him.â You state as you get out of the truck.
Bradley was your best friend, and the guy who had witnessed a lot of your rejections to Jake firsthand. You werenât all that surprised that he felt a little bad for the blond and helped him out with this, because your best friend was a decent guy and one of your favorite people. But you were still going to yell at him.
âReally?â Jake laughed as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you towards the doors of the restaurant. âBecause I canât stop thanking the guy, and thatâs kind of a big deal for me.â Â
You huffed out a laugh in return as he guided you inside, and a few minutes later you were sitting at a booth with him with your drinks placed in front of you. Your menu was flat on the table while he held his up, his eyes flickering over the options as you subtly watched him.Â
âWhatâs good here?â He asked, âThis is my first time in this place.â
You picked up your margarita with a shrug, âEverything, from what I can tell,â
Jake glanced at you over the top of his menu, his brows furrowing as he realized that you didnât even look at your own. âWhat are you doing? Whatâs wrong?â
You set your drink down and leaned back against the booth. âI know what Iâm getting. I get it every time,â
Jakeâs lips turned upwards at that as he set the menu down and slid his water closer to him on the table. âOh, youâre one of those people, huh?â He asked with a smirk as he sipped a bit of the bland drink. âYou donât like, I donât know, trying something different?â
âIf itâs not broken, donât fix it?â You offer with a raised brow as you watch him set the water back down. âYouâre seriously not drinking tonight?â
He shook his head as he closed the menu and pushed both yours and his to the edge of the table. âNo. I want to be sober the whole time so I can remember this night with vivid detail. I think you deserve that,â
Your face heated up as you cleared your throat, his words doing a number on you as you sat up a bit. âWhat are you getting?â You quickly change the subject as you felt the sudden urge to kiss the guy youâve been avoiding for months now.Â
âWhat are you getting?â He asked back and you narrowed your eyes as you told him your usual order. âPerfect, Iâll get that too. Maybe Iâll like it enough to order it every time I come here.â
And that was how you found yourself eating identical meals not long after, and a blush seemed to be stuck on your face as you answered every single question he had for you. Your favorite color, your favorite song, the teacher you hated most in high school, your worst dating experience, all of it.
For some reason, this wasnât bad. This wasnât bad at all. Talking with Jake felt easy, like you could do it all the time and never complain about it. Why was this shaping out to be kind of the perfect first date? Why was he kind of being the perfect gentleman?Â
He seemed so interested in you, like how he was during the build ups to him eventually asking you out. You were beginning to feel bad about constantly saying no, because you were actually having a really good time with him.Â
âWell?â You started as Jake asked for the bill. âHow was it? Will you be returning just to order that every time?â You gestured to the empty plates in front of you and Jake shrugged as he took out his wallet.Â
âIt wasnât bad. Your taste in food is pretty decent,â he hummed as the waitress, who had been checking Jake out the whole night and who hadnât been looked at by him for more than a total of six seconds, placed the bill on the table. You reached for your own wallet but he stopped you and handed you his keys instead. âDonât worry about it, sweetheart. Wait in the truck for me, okay?â
You take the keys from him and give the waitress a soft smirk as you stand up, noticing the scowl that had formed on her face as she heard the affectionate nickname Jake gave you.Â
Less than a minute later, Jake was beside you in his truck again as he backed out of the parking space with one hand. You were feeling a bit shy now as you looked over at him and took in just how handsome he actually is. âThanks for tonight,â you say quietly as he pulls out onto the road. âIt was kindaâŠit was fun.â
âYou think itâs over?â He laughed softly as he glanced over at you in the dark truck. âI only get you to myself for one night, you really think Iâm just taking you out to dinner?â
Your face heated up for the hundredth time tonight as you quickly broke eye contact. âOhâŠwhere else are we going?â
Jake looked back at the road as he drove with one hand, and you were sure he wasnât aware of just how hot that was. âTo the place we first met,â he answered simply and your eyes widened a bit as you laughed.
âThe Hard Deck?â
âYeah,â he grinned over at you. âI have to show at least one person from work that I actually managed to get you to go out with me. And Bird Boy doesnât count.â
You werenât entirely sure why, but that had you smiling like a love struck teenager the whole ride, and when you arrived at the Hard Deck, you allowed Jake to lead you inside with his hand placed firmly on your hip.Â
A few of his coworkers smirked at him, a few looked beyond shocked, and then there was Bradley, who avoided eye contact with you as soon as you entered the bar. Okay, so maybe you wouldnât be yelling at him later.Â
The Hard Deck was rowdy as usual, but Jake wasnât paying attention to anyone but you, and you realized just how much you liked being the center of his attention.Â
And he was completely sober as he held you in his arms as the two of you swayed to an old song playing on the jukebox. He looked content and so handsome, you had to look away as you mumbled, âOkay, so maybe this isnât so bad after all,â and pressed the side of your face against his chest. âYou kind of planned the most perfect first date, Jake. Iâm actually so surprised.â
Your head vibrated a bit when he laughed and tightened his hold on you as if he was scared to let you go. âWell, when youâre determined to make someone fall head over heels for you, youâve got to put in a bit of effort,â he said and your whole body heated up in a blush. âSo, uhâŠdoes this mean thereâs gonna be a second date?â
You pull back slightly and look up at him. âThat depends on you,â came your quiet response as you slid your hands up his back. âYouâve been the most perfect gentleman tonight, and youâve been so sweet, but will it be like this every time? Or was this just a show for tonight?â
Jake lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair behind your ear, his thumb stroking your cheek after. âYou deserve to be treated right, and I want to be the person to do that. I want to be the perfect guy for you, Y/n. Youâre special to me,â he said and sounded so genuine, you had no choice but to believe his words. âGive me a chance to show you that Iâm not the stuck up ladies man you think I am. Iâm falling for youâŠand I donât want to mess this up.â
There it was. Jake had just put his heart on his sleeve for you, and now it was completely up to you what happened next.Â
You press your lips together and look down at the wooden floor of the bar. âI was wrong about you. Youâre not the player I thought you were. And honestly, I donât care about how many women youâve been with. The guy youâve been tonightâŠitâs a different side of you, Jake. Or maybe itâs who youâve been this whole time and Iâve just been too stubborn to see it,â you murmur and place your hands flat on his chest as you look back up at him. âThe guy you are right now, I can see myself with him. With you. Tonight has beenâŠperfect, in every single way. Youâve been perfect, Jake.â
There was your own confession that, early this morning, you wouldâve never said out loud, but things had clearly changed.Â
Jake smiled and leaned down to brush his lips against yours in a teasing kiss. âYou havenât seen anything yet, sweetheart,â he whispered against your mouth before pulling back to look into your eyes. âSo why donât we skip right to the part where you agree to a second date?â He asked in a deep voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.
You laughed, looking up at him with unguarded eyes. âI think itâs safe to say you got that second date. And the third. And the fourth,â you grinned, curling your fingers around his jacket as your gaze intensified a bit. âTell me something, does the perfect gentleman kiss on the first date? Because that teaser you just gave me wasnât nearly enough to satisfy what Iâm feeling right now.â
Jakeâs smile grows before he leans down and presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. It starts off somewhat soft, and he lets you take the lead as you kiss him a bit deeper, and then his tongue was pushing past your lips and brushing against yours.Â
It was clear from the kiss that he had been holding back his desire for you for months, and you suddenly didnât regret pushing him away so much, because it allowed you to feel every inch of his want for you with every brush of his mouth against yours.Â
After a few more seconds, he breaks the kiss. âThere you go,â he murmured, his thumb brushing against your puffy bottom lip. âBut thatâs just one of many. I plan on kissing the fuck out of you on every single one of those future dates.â
A content hum leaves your lips, a feeling of excitement for the future settling in your bones as you lean up and kiss him again. Soon enough youâd become addicted. You were sure of it.Â
Your fingers slide into his hair as the music continues to play and the patrons of the bar chat amongst themselves, not paying either of you any attention as you lose yourselves in each other.Â
Jakeâs hands grip your waist tighter, pulling your chest against his. âYouâre mine now, Y/n,â he mumbled when he finally broke the kiss after a few minutes, and you held back a squeal at just how good that sounded. âIâll make you happy, I swear it.âÂ
You bite down on your lip and trace the sides of his face with your fingers. âAny chance the perfect gentleman takes me to bed on the first date?â You playfully asked, but you were also very serious, even if you thought that you should probably wait to have sex. Maybe until the second date. That seemed long enough.Â
âPatience, baby,â he rasped, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. âA perfect gentleman knows how to build anticipation.â
He tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear as you hum quietly, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck as you try not to squeal again at the cute pet name.Â
âBesides, I have a feeling youâre going to be worth the wait. I know itâll beâŠfucking amazing between us,â he added, brushing another soft kiss to your lips. âDonât worry, by the end of our second date, Iâll give it to you so good, youâll still be sore when we go on our third date.âÂ
You grin excitedly and nod. âItâs okay,â you whisper, âI can wait. I know that now, Jake. Youâre worth the wait.â
Jake smiled down at you before kissing you one last time then taking your hand and leading you towards the bar.Â
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A couple weeks, and several dates later, you and Jake are officially together and crazy in love with each other.Â
The realization that you had only pushed him away for so long because you were so into him was a tough pill to swallow, but when you finally got it down, you threw yourself headfirst into this relationship with him, and neither of you planned to look back.Â
It became official shortly after the first date, where he drove you home, kissed you sweetly, then left you wanting more. By the end of the second date, Jake stayed true to his promise and fucked you so good into his mattress, you were addicted by the time the sun came up.Â
Youâd both been insatiable since then, which wasnât all that surprising. The chemistry between you two had been undeniable from the start, so of course the sex was fucking amazing.Â
Now, having just gotten back to his place after your eighth date, you and he canât keep your hands off one another as you stumble through his front door, your mouths connected and your hands all over each other.Â
You pull off his jacket and let it fall to the floor of the entryway while he helps you slide off your heels, your mouths meshing noisily together. He kicks the door shut before reaching down to grab the backs of your thighs, never breaking the kiss as he lifts you into his arms. He begins to walk towards his bedroom, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pulls away. âIâm gonna take you slow and deep tonight,â he mumbled against your lips. âWanna drag it out this time.â
He was referring to the previous date, when he fucked you hard and fast into his couch while you screamed your throat raw, and the reminder of it just turned you on even more.Â
Jake lays you down on his bed before standing back up and working on ridding himself of his belt. You lean back on the bed, pulling your dress off to leave you in a matching black lace lingerie set that paired sinfully well with your thigh high stockings.Â
Leaning back on your elbows, you spread your thighs and beckon him to you with a curl of your finger. âCome here,â
Jakeâs eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you. Heâs seen you naked countless of times by now, but seeing you in something so effortlessly hot was something else, especially since he knew exactly what the black fabric was hiding from him.Â
His hands reach down to pull off his belt and he shrugs off his clothes, leaving on his boxer briefs for now and showing off just how hard you made him through the thin material.Â
Crawling onto the bed, he positions himself between your thighs, his lips peppering kisses along your stomach as his fingers tease the edge of your panties. âGod, youâre fucking stunning,â he mumbled, running his fingers over the flimsy fabric. âTell me, baby, were these expensive?â
You hum, looking down at him as you shrug. âA little, but not too bad,â
Jake smirked, mumbling a quick, âGood,â before he ripped the delicate fabric and tossed it aside, revealing your slick folds to his needy eyes.Â
âJake!â You gasped, your eyes widening as his big hands gripped the backs of your thighs and spread your legs a bit wider.Â
âIâll buy you more, one in every color,â he promised, grinning up at you before looking back down at your heat. He runs his fingers through your wetness, a satisfied hum leaving his mouth, âYouâre so wet for me, baby. All for me.â
Then he was burying his face between your thighs, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your entrance before sucking on your clit. âOh, fuck,â you whined and he groaned, sending a jolt of pleasure up your body. You shuddered, your muscles tightening as you reached down to tangle your fingers in his hair. âJust like that, Jake. Feels so good.â
Jakeâs tongue pressed more firmly against your clit while his fingers gathered more of your wetness before sinking knuckle-deep inside you. He fucks them in and out of you as his teeth gently nip at your sensitive bundle of nerves, and you fell back onto his pillow as he devoured you.Â
The sight of you looking already so fucked out with your hair draped across his pillow had him refraining from bucking his hips against the bed, because it was something he had been dreaming about seeing for months. He was still kind of shocked that he could now see it whenever he wanted.
âFuck,â you gasped, arching your back as he guided your legs to rest over his shoulders. Your fingers were pulling on his hair pretty hard, and he fucking loved it. He loved every single second he spent with you, and he couldnât get enough of your sweet taste, your soft moans and the fact that you had finally, finally given him the chance heâs been craving for so long.Â
You were finally his, and he was never letting you go.Â
âCum for me,â he mumbled, flicking your clit with his tongue as he curled his fingers deep inside you. âCum all over my face, baby. Let me taste it.â
If there was one thing Jake knew how to do, it was to spew the most filthy fucking things to you. And he knew you loved it. He found that out pretty quickly the first time he took you to bed, and he was more than willing to delve into your desire for dirty talk.Â
Like he suspected, your mouth parted in a loud moan as you tugged harshly on his hair, and a second later you were coming on his tongue and fingers. âJakeâŠholy fuck, baby,â you moaned as you writhed against his face. âFuckâŠfeels so fucking good.â
The taste of you on his tongue makes him groan, and he continues to ravish your pussy until youâre shaking and whimpering incoherently. Once you settled a bit, Jake lifted his head, his lips and chin soaked with your release as he grins up at you and begins to place kisses along your stomach while he pushes his boxers down.Â
He hovers over you, his hands squeezing your breasts through your bra as he teases your quivering heat with the tip of his cock. âI need you, baby,â he mumbled, reaching down to grip his base as he coats himself in your arousal before slowly pushing inside you. âFuck, youâre tight.â He groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder as he started to slowly rock into you.
His hand moves from your chest to grip your hips as he picks up the speed a bit, his body fitting perfectly against yours with each deep thrust,
âThere you go,â he rasped, kissing along your neck. âTake it all, baby, every inch.â
You moan loudly as you arch your back, and you guide his hands around you to the clasp of your bra. âFuck, Jake, you feel so good,â you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.Â
Jake hums, expertly unclasping your bra before guiding the straps down your arms, all while keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes immediately lock onto your breasts, now bare to his dark eyes as they bounce with every movement. âYouâre a fucking dream,â he mumbled, leaning down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples as he rocks his hips against yours. âYou make me lose control, every single time.â He grunted through ragged breaths, his cock brushing against every hidden spot deep inside you.Â
âJake,â you moan desperately, guiding his mouth to yours in a messy kiss. âI love you.â
He groans, kissing you again as he feels himself close to coming already because you felt that fucking good. âI love you, too,â he rasped, his words muffled against your mouth. âSo fucking much.â
You moaned, tugging on his hair as you lazily met his thrusts halfway. âIâm close,â you mumbled and he groaned in both pleasure and relief as he reached down to rub circles against your clit.Â
âMe too,â he muttered, pinching and pulling at your bundle of nerves. âCum with me, baby. Let go for me.â
A few seconds later, you were coming for a second time, but on his cock, and a couple thrusts later, he was too. He filled you up as his body shuddered, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck as he fucked his seed deep inside you.Â
Once you were both spent, he collapsed gently on top of you, keeping his cock lodged inside you as he cuddled you against his chest. âStay with me tonight,â he begged quietly, turning you both on your sides and tucking your head under his chin.Â
You smiled, nuzzling against his sweaty chest. âWhere else would I be?â
Jake smiled back, pulling you impossibly closer. âWhat about tomorrow? Will you stay here tomorrow, too? We can have breakfast in bed,â he offered with a teasing grin on his lips.Â
You hummed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. âPancakes or waffles?â You ask instead of answering him, confirming that you will be staying at his place for the remainder of the weekend.Â
âPancakes,â he replied, pulling back to press a chaste kiss to your lips. âAnd bacon. A fuckton of it.â
Even though this wasnât the first time you would be spending the night in his arms, Jake still felt beyond happy that, after months of pining over you, he was given the chance to experience life with you. He was also really fucking excited to spend tomorrow morning with you in his bed.Â
âIâve wanted this for so long,â he mumbled, holding you a bit tighter. âWanted you.â
You go silent for a few seconds before pulling back to press a soft kiss to his lips. âIâm sorry I made you wait so long,â you whispered, tracing the curve of his bottom lip with your finger. âTruthfully, I didnât think it could be this good. I was so wrong.â
Jake shakes his head, taking your hand in his and pressing a few kisses to your knuckles. âDonât be sorry,â he said quietly. âIt was worth it, all of it, if it meant weâd end up like this. Together.â
He leaned down to kiss you deeply, and you returned it instantly. âI love you,â you mumbled against his lips as you gently gripped his face.Â
âI love you, too,â he said back and meant it with his whole heart as he rolled you onto your back again and settled on top of you.
Because without a doubt, his heart had been entirely yours since the second he saw you, and he knew that, he was just finally able to make you see it too.
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â lee heeseung doesn't know what he wants from his rival, better marks or a kiss
pairing. student!lee heeseung x student!fem! reader wc. 1.4k tw/cw. jealousy, kissing genre. academic rivals to lovers, fluff, highschool au sru's note. requested for my nini love ⥠shitty title ik but i hope ya'll like cuz i dont T0T ( CATALOGUE?! )
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96 out of 100.
thanks to the almighty above that lee heeseung is tired, the basketball jersey stuck to his back, sweat covering his face and colouring the red fabric darker as he pants for his breath, or else the test paper in his hands would have been crumpled and ripped to shreds.
not because of his number obviously.
â99, i knew i rocked this paper!â, a dulcet, familiar voice floats up to heeseung's ear from behind him, followed by a mean eye roll from him and his stance still. heeseung doesn't bother to turn around, not when he recognizes the infuriating feminine voice and already visualises the usual dark brown braids hanging by the either sides of her face, school tie too tight and almost reaching the last button of the shirt.
âwhy the long face?â, jake's interruption breaks heeseung out of his trance, as he takes the much unwanted seat beside him, â96 not enough for âya?â
âoh shut upâ, heeseung returns jakeâs scoff slamming down his physics answer sheet against the wooden table. both heeseung and jake know it's not enough, whether it's a 96 or a 99 âcause,
âit's never enough unless i cross y/nâs marksâ, heeseung sighs, the answer sheet dampening under the pressure of his sweaty hands, as his forehead became the victim of the other.
everyone in the class is aware of the cutthroat competition and abhorrence between the two brunettes, already expecting the usual bickering episode between the two whenever it was time for exam results, and even if by chance someone got the same results as any one of them, they'd do their best and not bother the two.
but today is different, today heeseung doesn't find his usual energy to bicker with the braided girl sitting at the back of the class, not when she managed to beat him thrice in a row at his own game!
âlast time it was a marksâ difference and now three? how is this even possible?â, heeseung groans while flipping the sheets over and over as if something magical would happen and increase his numbers.
âi heard park sunghoon's been studying chemistry with her,â jake sighs, pushing his fingers through his dark hair as he turns his head to the side, but his eyes steal a glance at heeseung, and he smirks, ââya know, the chemistry toppeââ
âyeah yeah i got you jake, i know who he isâ, heeseung presses the bridge of his nose a bit too hard, the familiar face of the boy floating up to his vision, though he can't remember where his loved moles are on him. oh how all the girls are head over heels for park sunghoon.
is y/n one of them too? he could swear they're hanging out too much.
stupid thought, stupid stupid thought. heeseung winces at his sudden curiosity, why is giving this matter so much thought? he doesn't like y/n anyway, he doesn't like her bickering, he doesn't like her annoying attitude, he doesn't like her hair, he doesn't like her scent and he definitely doesn't like her smile. so lee heeseung shouldn't really get his head messed up in this.
the school bell rings, bringing out new tedious groans and sighs from the students as they dawdle to their next classes.
âi think she's coming hereââ
âdon't you have a physics class to be at, jake?â
âyeah yeah shoo me away all you want toâ, jake scoffs, a smirk playing at his lips when he slings a bag on his shoulder before leaving the class, âbet you can't shoo away her.â
and before heeseung even knew it the class was empty, except him and as empty, dispersed out in the crowded hallways to their next classes. that is unless the previous dulcet but annoying voice came closer to heeseung.
âheeseung!â, you chirp, approaching him from behind, âhow was your paper?â
âugh what do youââ, heeseung's anger dies down when he turns around to face you, your hair's not done into braids today, instead it's let open with your tie loose this time, a few drops of sweat sticking to your forehead, dance practice maybe? ââw-want?â
âyour marks of course,â you giggle at his stutter, taking a seat beside him, âwanna make sure if i beat you or nah.â
âyeah you did, but not on your own huh?â, heeseung scoffs, looking down at you. he realises his heart skips a beat when you tilt your head to the side, holding eye contact.
not good.
âhuh? what do you mean heeseung?â, you pout, acting ever so confused by his accusation, ânot on my own?â
âoh come on, the whole class knows it nowâ, heeseung rolls his eyes, âpark sunghoon, rings any bell?â
âoh hoon?â, you grin, covering your mouth and suppressing a small giggle, âhe did help me a lot with chemistry, he's so sweet!â
heeseung doesn't realise his face is getting hotter and redder by the minute, both by your presence and the pronunciation of somebody else's name. he has a nickname already? hoon? no way, you have only ever interacted with him, whether it was bickering or asking for notes or silently sitting beside each other. so how did this other guy pop up?
âhoon,â heeseung mumbles his nickname, his eyes searching for something in yours and he doesn't even notice he's sounding jealous, âhow are you guys so close alreadyâŠâ
âwell he's been tutoring me chemistry for a month nowââ
âa month?!â, heeseung's brows lift up and his jaw hangs open.
heeseung doesn't know if he likes your new look, the way the curls of your hair rests on your shoulders, the way your tie is loose from your neck and the way your head tilts to look at his, heeseung's heart skips a beat and it knows something is wrong.
âwhy? is somethingââ your lips fall apart, a soft blush takes place on your cheeks and you giggle again, in a teasing tone you nudge heeseung's arm, âaww are you jealous?â
âwhat? don't be ridiculous now.â
âheeseung is jealous, you are jealous, you are jealous j-e-a-l-o-u-sâ, you continue this song, nudging heeseung and teasing him more and more, causing his cheeks to heat up, eyes turning back to the open window and then back to yours.
âshut up y/n, you're not funnyâ, he scowls, the soft breeze enters the empty classrooms and hits the both of you like a refreshing wave.
and in that moment, through your teasing manner, the empty classroom, the echoes of your laughter and the soft breeze caressing your hair, your long dark hair that matched his and the way his heart skipped a beat, the way his heart always skipped a beat while you were around, he realises it's something good.
âif you shut up now i swear y/nâ, heeseung tried and kept his best âangry at youâ acting.
âoh really? then why don't you make me?â, a soft chuckle leaves your lips and you squint your eyes.
it happens all so fast, heeseungs soft lips on yours, falling right into place. it tickles you a bit like feathers and pulls you in, until you realise that's his hand snaking around your waist. the kiss was delicate, caring and brought so much warmth from a person you only argued with.
you gasp for air, first one to pull back.
you meet his eyes, scurrying through yours and cheeks all red, probably embarrassed of what he did. the kiss quickly coloured your cheeks, a shy smile playing around your lips and a small glint in your eyes.
âi-i don't know what i didââ
âits okay heeseungâ, you shush a nervous heeseung, the proximity increasing the pace of your hearts, âdo you like me?â
âi love youâ, heeseung answers almost instantly, âi love everything about you.â
âme tooâ, heeseung is the most relieved as he hears this, that hoon guy got nothing on him now. he's the winner.
âso, are we gonna date then?â, he chuckles.
you nod, âlet's surprise the class together!â
lee heeseung doesn't know what he wanted when he got his answer sheets. better marks than y/n, a bickering episode with her, or maybe her to fall in love with her? he doesn't know.
a smirk falls upon his lips and he pulls you closer by your waist. he looked ever so magical and beautiful up close, that you wish the bickering had died down earlier.
âwhatever you say, pretty girlâ, he leans in for a second kiss, indulging himself more into you, he swears his heart will beat out of the chest as soon as his free hand makes contact with your dark strands of hair.
outside the class stands a grinning jake with a bored sunghoon, and a quite high five is shared between the two, carefully peeking inside.
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Lee Minho/Know + âquit it or iâll bite.â + âdo it. i dare you.â + suggestive
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"quit it or i'll bite," minho grumbles, wriggling away from you in an attempt to ward your paws off him. "jesus, what's gotten into you?"
"i wish you would," you mutter, crawling toward him again to lay your head on him once more. the man is reading his book, just trying to enjoy his saturday afternoon and yet there's a menace quite literally in his lap, making grabby hands at him. disrupting his peace and quiet, though that's not really anything new.
"insatiable," minho tsks, his fingers carding through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp as he makes an effort to appease you. his attention is then promptly returned to the pages in front of him.
that's how your weekends are usually spent - lounging about, being lazy together, relaxing by each other's side.
you're just acting up today.
your twitchy fingers have a mind of their own. they dance up his stomach, over his abs until they reach their desired destination.
you place your entire hand over one of his pecs and squeeze, giggling to yourself when you feel his skin under your palm. this earns you a glare though it doesn't faze you.
minho may be scary to other people, but never when he's with you. it's just physically impossible, even if he wanted to.
"seriously, what is with you?"
you give his chest another tender squeeze. "boobs," you say simply. you think that's a pretty good explanation.
maybe you're no better than a man after all.
so it started a couple of weeks ago.
minho rarely skips going to the gym and while you are eternally grateful for it, you must admit that sometimes it drives you a little crazy. you respect his commitment, the consistency of his workout regimen (this could never be you, but that's beside the point); it's one of the traits that you admire most about him - he sees things through and adheres to the schedule that he makes for himself. minho doesn't half-ass the things he does or ditches them when he's feeling a little lazy (unlike you).
however...
it's this same dedication to his routine that's been sending you into a frenzy. lately, your boyfriend has been focused on working a particular area of his body and honestly? it's making you spiral more than you have ever spiraled.
chest. who knew it would be your downfall?
when minho came home last evening straight from the gym, you swear you almost passed out the second he walked through the door. his pecs looked especially good even under his shirt that you practically salivated, shamelessly ogling him like a hungry wolf.
minho sighs as if he's at his wits' end with you, though this time, he lets you continue feeling him up. "you wouldn't like it if i did the same thing to you, now would you?"
"actually, i think i would like that very much."
"i will bite you, no joke."
you have no doubt that he actually would. but again, that isn't something that you would been entirely opposed to either. you might be one of the only people on planet earth who can handle lee minho.
"your feline tendencies are jumping out," you comment, your hand still on his chest, alternating between playful pokes and full on kneading his pecs like dough. "do it. i dare you."
minho bares his teeth at you in the cat-like way that he sometimes does. it's cute, oh so cute.
before you know it, the book is haphazardly flung onto the carpeted floor (bookmark be damned) and your boyfriend is forcing a yelp from your lips when he practically pounces on you. your head is no longer on his lap; instead, he's got you pinned underneath him, his hips flushed against yours.
you can feel him through his sweats. delectable.
minho leans in until his lips ghost over yours. "stop testing me," he murmurs.
"stop tempting me," you shoot back.
"but i'm not though?"
"your boobs are."
"my god." he lowers his head to your neck, his soft lips brushing against your exposed skin as he chuckles. "that's not what they are."
"they might as well be. they're gonna be bigger than mine one day."
the sound coming from his mouth morphs into a laugh, airy and completely defeated by your words. "god, you're just so..."
"i'm so what?"
"weird," minho says.
you smile. "perfect for you then, aren't i?"
"mhmm."
then he's closing the gap between his mouth and your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he rolls his hips against your body, spreading your legs open so he could slot between them more comfortably, so he could fit against you perfectly.
"oh," you gasp when he ruts forward, presses himself into the warmth between your thighs, over your shorts and his sweats. you weave your fingers through his hair to keep his head close to your neck as if he has any intention on moving elsewhere. minho continues to kiss and lick at your skin, nibbling on it gently in alternation.
"i thought..." you breathe out heavily, your body starting to move against his too, "thought you promised to bite me."
"promised? it was more of a threat, wasn't it?"
"same difference."
you can't see him, but you can just bet that minho is rolling his eyes. then, you feel his teeth graze the skin of your neck like he's deciding where the best spot would be. he presses his hard pecs tightly against yours as his mouth closes in. you almost fall apart right then and there.
well, this certainly awakened something in you, didn't it?
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F*cked My Way Up To The Top [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]
pt.1
Prompts: 2/6/8
Word count: 1457
Warnings: oral! fem receiving, dom! Ish readerâ this ones actually kinda just cute lol
A/n: this one was requested but i changed one of the prompts a tiny bit to fit the scheme better! i hope yall still like it tho hehe :3 and also lets pretend that the whip cuts on his back aren't fresh !!! for Y/ns sheets sake...
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The last time you visited Church, you forgot to leave your number. You were too busy trying to sneak out to your car with no one seeing the priest's cum running down your bare (but marked) legs. Charlie had offered for you to stay the night, but you'd rather die than do the walk of shame out of a church in the daylight. When you found out you had a rare three-day weekend you began your planning. It would be unfair for you to show up and cause chaos on a Sunday... again, which is why you chose to dress your best and show up to church on a Monday.
When you strolled into the church, Father Charlie was deep in a conversation with someone you honestly couldn't get less of a shit about. Taking a seat near the back, you watch as Charlie's eyes rake over your form. You shamelessly stare as he gets visibly more and more nervous under your hungry gaze. What power you had over him, it was pathetic on his part. You loved it. The minutes ticked by agonizingly as you watched him. Nothing about the look in his eyes told you he gave a single shit about the person before him. It was honestly extremely amusing.
It wasn't long before he was making his way over to you. "Y/N, I'm surprised to see you back." He slips into the space beside you. Your head reels as his cologne invades your senses.
"I was just so touched by last week's service I had to pay another visit.â You gesture down to your slightly more church-appropriate outfit, "I even dressed modestly.
He hums, eyes darting right to your stocking-covered thighs and pencil skirt, âAre we sure...â
You follow his eyes and flush, âIt's not my fault it's cold in here..." You defend.
He laughs quietly, "That's true.â He pauses for a moment before leaning closer. "You think I don't know why youâre here?" His breath is hot against your face.
"You think I don't know youâre itching to get your hands on me?" Youâre quick with your response, it shocks him. "You started fidgeting like a schoolboy the moment I walked in.â
You watch as the blood rushes to Charlieâs face, painting the tips of his ears pink. He clears his throat, "Well then, what's your plan?"
"Well, my car is parked out back. So, either we sneak out and go to mine...â you pause in faux contemplation, âor we could risk everyone in this church, hearing us fucking in your office.â
The man before you gasps, you fight to contain your amusement. You try to get up, but he stops you. âWhat if someone sees?"
"We've been friends since high school, Father. This whole town knows we know each other."
The worry in his brow doesnât budge, you sigh- âLook, maybe this was a mistake, we can just forgetââ "No- No itââ he cuts you off, âWell maybe it is but I donât care. I will repent later, go wait and I'll be out in a few minutes.â
oh god not again
"I won't leave you for thirty minutes again, I promise,â He reassures.
âą
Youâre 100% sure you blacked out because now you were pulling into your driveway with Charlie in your passenger seat. âArenât I just such a gentleman?â You tease.
âYeah? In what way?â His voice matches your playful tone.
"I drove you to my house beforeâ ya know...â you put the car in park.
âNo, I don't know, before what?"
"Before fucking your brains out." You shrug nonchalantly as you pull the key out of the ignition.
âIs that what I did? Fucked your brains out?"
"Yup!" You open your car door, stepping one foot out before turning back to him. "And that's what I'm gonna do to you soâ c'mon!â
You skip towards your front door with Charlie right on your trail. It's been a while since you had a man in your house, your body vibrates with anticipation as you unlock your front door.
"You know, one of these days you should let me take you to lunch or something.â
"We'll See," You shrug, shrugging off your jacket. "Behave for me today and I'll let you do whatever you want.â You turn to him, pressing your chest against him, and his hands immediately find their place on your hips.
"I think I like the sound of that~" Charlie leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. You revel in the taste of his lips on yours. You didn't know what it wasâ but something about Charlie was so intoxicating. He was tall, much taller than youâ and as your torso pressed against his, you realized he was hard in his slacks. "That's," he groans, pressing his visible bulge into your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."
You hum and take him by the hand to lead him through your house and into your bedroom. He looked good-- When did he not look good? Wasting no time you bring Charlie's face back to yours for another searing kiss.
Charlie's hands greedily pull your neatly tucked blouse out from your skirt. You help him lift it over your head, the chill of the room sending goosebumps up your arms. You quickly pull your skirt and tights down, leaving you in just your white ruffle socks and underwear. Charlie quickly mirrors your actions, ridding himself of his shirt and pants quicker than you had expectedâ damn he was hot.
Your padded feet patter across the hardwood as you make your way onto your bed. You beckon Charlie over to you with your finger. His strong body towers over you as your back collides with the headboard behind you. His finger trails down the side of your neck, the marks he had left last week were mostly fadedâ that was no good. His lips greedily work to leave more love bites, you whine.
Raking your manicured nails down his toned chest, he groans against your skin, âfuck.â he sits up to get a better look at you under him, âLet me taste you, baby, please?â
You bring your foot up to his chest, pushing gently to get him on his back, "Beg. Maybe I'll consider." You seductively crawl over to him, sitting on his clothed cock. He revels from underneath you, his hands squeezing at your thighs and ass. You kiss all over his torso as he struggles to form a coherent thoughtâ drunk on you.
âPleaseâ Baby please, I need to taste you.â He slurs, âSit on my faceâ suffocate me I don't care. I'll die a happy man.â
You giggle against his skin, nipping at him with your teeth playfully. âHow did you know flattery works on me~â
âLucky guess,â he chuckles.
Charlie desperately paws at you wordlessly pleading for you to end his suffering. You complyâ removing your underwear. The moment your dripping cunt was close enough his lips were latched onto you. Kissing licking and biting at you like a starved man, he curses against you again.
The grip on your thighs is almost painful, you are certain he would leave crescent moons on them. You loved it. You rut against his nose as his tongue prods at your holeâ you moan theatrically, folding over as the pleasure shoots through your whole body. Charlie sloppily laps at your folds until your legs begin to shake.
Your orgasm takes you by complete and utter surprise. Your vision goes white as Charlie licks up everything gratefully.
âfuck!â you pant, removing yourself from above him to slump onto your mattress. Charlie lay there pantingâ his face and chest kissed in a deep blush. Your eyes trail down his torso and to his boxers, the grey material soiled with a dark spot. You gasp, âdid you?â
âyes,â he shamefully admits, hiding his face behind his arms
âHey hey no it's okay!â you quickly reassure him. You try to pry his arms away from his face. âC'mon lemme see you, baby.â
âIâm embarrassed,â he mumbles.
You laugh lightly, kissing his arms in an attempt to lower his guard. âThat was like the hottest thing I've ever experienced.â
âReally?â he peaks out at you.
âuhâ are you kidding??â you exclaim, he fully puts down his arm and you leave a peck on his lips. âstay? Just for a little?â
He smiles tiredly, âYou're gonna have a hard time getting me to leave.â
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