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amethystwrytes · 11 months ago

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Of Course, Professor

Pairing: Law Professor!Lee Know x Female Reader

Genre: Smut. Romantic-ish. Basically just porn with a hint of plot tossed in so I don’t just keyboard smash sex stuff on the page and feel bad about myself. 18+.

Summary: The law professor everyone is scared of generously offers to help you with your school work.

Warnings: There is explicit language. There is explicit sex (oral, penetration, teasing, edging, cumshot). There is a Professor/Student relationship, and IRL I do think that’s super inappropriate BUT this isn’t real life and I promise everything is very consensual, there’s no like “give me sex and you’ll get an A” kinda stuff, so, it’s all very much in my own personal scope of comfort. I wouldn’t write anything I felt was yucky. If any of that rubs you the wrong way though, that’s totally fine, and this one isn’t for you which is completely okay.

A/N: So, once upon a time in my undergrad years I was determined to be a lawyer. For a solid academic year I changed my major to Paralegal Studies because I figured that would be a perfect foundation for law school (smart, right?). Except like, three months in I was miserable and hated everything about it and realized that it absolutely couldn’t be me. I ended up having a similar discussion with my academic advisor/professor - except I didn’t end up fucking them - not that professor anyway (kidding). I always wanted to write a story about that awful year, and now I have - kinda…sort of. With a twist of delicious Lee Know and forbidden love. Yum.

“Can you stop please?”

You look at the girl sitting next to you in class. Her name completely escapes you but her eyes are burning lasers at the pen you’ve been clicking nervously in your hands.

“...Sorry…”

You apologize and gently set the pen down on your desk. Professor Lee is taking his sweet time passing back the most recent term papers and you dig your nails into your palm in anticipation of your grade.

To say you’re struggling in his Civil Procedures course is an understatement. In fact, you don’t seem to be doing well in any of the classes you’re taking this semester. The voices of your parents condescendingly telling you “Law School isn’t for everyone and that’s okay,” sound like they’re playing on repeat in an echo chamber.

If you bomb this paper you’re out. You stayed up almost all night last night going over the pros and cons of dropping out. You went back and forth so long fighting with yourself that you fell asleep thinking about it, and when you woke up the only thing you could think of was letting the universe give you a sign.

You had worked on your term paper for weeks, carefully piecing it together, you spent so much time in the library that you now know the TA who works at the help desk on a first name basis. So if you flunk it, there’s your magical sign.

“Ms. ___,” Professor Lee sets your paper face down on the desk - bad sign. He leans down just a tad, “Why don’t we meet in my office after class?” - even worse.

“Yes, Professor,” you nod. You think about not even flipping the stapled monstrosity over, but curiosity gets the better of you.

There it is, a painful 55% staring back at you in thick, blood-red marker. You spare yourself the trouble of pouring over the thinner red notes made in the margins of every page. You can’t help the tears of frustration that pool in your eyes.

“Everyone enjoy your break and the time spent with your families, when we return we’ll begin our discussions on Summary Judgement, so please make sure you complete the reading outlined in the syllabus before we see each other again. Dismissed,” Mr. Lee nods and the ruckus of chairs against linoleum and exasperation fill the room.

Mr. Lee’s office is four floors above the classroom, so you have a few minutes to spare - which you spend in the restroom crying, drying your eyes, then crying again.

You’re dropping out of Law School. All that work, all that trying, all those late nights - and don’t even start on the amount of money spent on coffee and tuition and fucking textbooks and…you start sobbing again.

“How did you do?” Seungmin asks when you emerge from the ladies room, his face immediately contorts into a painful frown at your red, puffy face, “That bad huh?”

“I can’t really talk Seungmin,” you take a deep breath, “I’ve got to go meet Lee in his office before his next class begins.”

“Fuck,” Seungmin frowns even more, “That man scares the shit out of me.”

“Thanks,” you say, “That’s helpful.”

“Sorry. We’re all heading to the Coffee House before everyone starts driving home for the break, do you want to come? After your meeting of course,” he asks.

“Not today,” you shake your head, “but thank you for asking.”

He gives you a sympathetic look and your shoulder a tiny squeeze.

You stand outside Professor Lees office for a few moments, gathering yourself. Professor Lee makes everyone nervous. He’s a hard instructor, emotionless sometimes, so direct it’s painful, and it doesn’t help anyone that he’s also devastatingly attractive. He’s a giant walking slab of intimidation.

You softly knock on the door and he looks up at you from over his glasses as he types something.

“Ah, Ms. ___, there you are. Come, sit down,” he instructs and you slide through the doorframe and slouch in an old green armchair across from his desk.

“Just give me one second,” he says slowly as he continues typing, “alright.”

“I’m sorry sir, for the term paper, I should have done better,” you offer up, electing to go ahead and fall on your own sword.

“There’s no need for apologies Ms. ___, a waste of time in this kind of situation. I would like to speak to you about your grades this semester though. After I graded your term paper, I reached out to some of my colleagues - some of your other professors - and they all had similar reports to give me, can we talk about that?”

You sigh, fanning out your fingers over your thighs, “Please, Professor, you mentioned a moment ago about time wasters - and I don’t want to waste anymore of your time - I’ve decided to drop out of law school.”

The defeat you feel just saying the words out loud to someone is enough to bring tears back, but you fight them off. You will not cry in Professor Lee Minhos office. Absolutely not.

Professor Lee purses his lips and nods, “I think that’s probably for the best.”

Your jaw drops, “Aren’t you supposed to encourage me to do the opposite? To try harder or something?”

“Miss ___, I fear if you tried any harder your hair might burn out from the roots,” he smiles and if you weren’t so shocked, you’d laugh at the first joke you’ve ever heard him utter.

Before you can think of something to say, he produces a file folder from his drawers and smacks it on the table making you jump.

“These are all the papers you’ve written for my class so far this semester. Your papers intrigue me Miss ___.”

Intrigue? That’s a funny word to use for ‘disgusted and disappointed beyond imagination.’

“But you-,” you begin to point out that the highest grade he’s ever given you on a paper was a 68%. Far from intriguing.

“But…as legal writing? They’re all absolute trash,” he tells you. “What intrigues me about them is the way you write, it’s quite good, every time I read one I feel like I’m in the room with a friend who’s trying to sort of explain law to me, the problem is you just don’t think, rationalize, or talk like a lawyer. I noticed in your transcript that your undergraduate degree was in education, and you had a 4.0 GPA. I can’t help but wonder, Miss ___, what career are you looking for?”

“A…a lawyer,” you say in a quiet voice, staring at a knick on his desk.

He looks skeptical as he leans back in his chair, “Why?”

“Because…” oh fuck it all, you may as well just say it, “because my father, my mother, and my older brother are all lawyers, who went here.”

“I see, so one could deduce that you wanted to be a lawyer because they wanted you to be one, they expected it of you?” he concludes.

You smile comically, the truth is much more pathetic.

“No, actually, they all told me I couldn’t do it. They told me I wasn’t smart enough, sharp enough, bold enough. I wanted to teach art to school children, but when that’s exactly what I elected to study, their comments started. I was just a private joke between the three of them, and I hated it, so I wanted to show them that I could be a lawyer.”

“You came here to study law out of stubborn spite?” he reiterates.

“Yes sir, I did,” you look at your lap and play with a rogue string from your sweater cuff.

“That’s quite impressive, Miss ___, to go through all that trouble, strife, and money to do something you have no interest in just to best your family.”

“Well when you say it like that I sound like a psycho,” you laugh timidly, trying to keep the sludge of humiliation down.

“I don’t think you’re a psycho, I think you’re a bright woman who wanted to show her family they were wrong, but just ended up making herself miserable,” his expression is soft, almost understanding. “However, as your professor, I don’t think I could recommend continuing with law school. This is your first year, with first year level studies, and you’re struggling this much all for something you don’t even want, it will only get more difficult from here.”

You nod, “You’re probably right sir,” you stand, “I should get to the admin office before they close for the break, I’m sorry for wasting your time,” you give him a respectful smile and grab your bag.

“Miss ___,” he motions for you to sit back down, “First of all, you’ve not wasted a single second of my time. Second, I don’t recommend dropping out right now, I think you should finish this semester at least.”

“You just said…”

“I said I don’t think you should continue with law school, and I don’t. However, we’re past the official mid-point of the semester, the cut off to withdraw for a full refund of tuition was last week, if you go now you’ll never get that money back.”

You plop back down in the chair, even more defeated, “I didn’t realize that,” you drag your hands down your face in frustration, “shit.”

Professor Lee chuckles, “I do have an alternative plan for you, if you’re willing to hear it and put in the work,” he offers.

You sit up straight, “Yes, of course sir.”

“I suggest you finish this semester, and I will help you - starting with rewriting your latest term paper. I’ll even try to assist you with some of your other courses, if you’d like. If we work diligently enough, you can finish this semester with an acceptable GPA, that keeps your academic record away from probation or academic expulsion,” he explains.

“You would do that?” you ask in disbelief.

“Well, of course, I am a professor after all. What sort would I be if I wasn’t willing to help my students?”

“I don’t know what to say Professor,” you smile, “that’s too generous.”

“It’s not a problem Miss ___. Now, let’s talk strategy, I assume you don’t plan on spending break with your family?” he guesses.

“No sir, they’re too busy anyway, I plan on staying in my apartment off campus during the break,” you answer.

“Splendid. This evening I have a night class to teach, but perhaps we could meet tomorrow? The library will be closed for break, but my students enjoy meeting up together at that coffee place downtown, uh, Coffee Shack or something,” he struggles.

“The Coffee House?” you help him and try to hold back a grin.

“Yes, would you like to meet there, say, 1PM tomorrow afternoon? We can go over some of your papers together and I’ll help you with your legal writing technique,” he asks.

“Yes, I’ll be there sir, I really can’t thank you enough, truly I appreciate this,” you tell him.

“I look forward to it, Miss ___.”

📖 ❤️

You adjust your backpack as you walk towards the Coffee House doors. You packed your laptop, all your text books, notes, and a few other things because you weren’t sure what Professor Lee would want to cover. The weight of it all is dragging you down and you have to hunch over a bit to balance it.

“My goodness, here, let me get that for you Miss ___,” Professor Lee greets you at the door, he seems to have already picked a table near the front and grabs your bag with a grunt. “Did you pack your entire house?” he teases.

“I didn’t know what you’d want me to bring, so I brought all my school things,” you laugh.

“Well, I suppose it won’t matter that the library is closed since you brought it with you,” he chuckles and you take the seat beside him.

“Should we start?” you open your laptop and power on.

“I thought perhaps you’d like a beverage?”

“Oh,” you look behind you at the register, “Yes, I suppose we should caffeinate,” you smile.

“What would you like?” He stands up and brings his wallet out.

“Oh please sir, let me pay, it’s the least I could do for all of your help,” you beg.

“Nonsense, as much as I love to argue Miss ___ I don’t see the point over a cup of coffee, what would you like? Are you hungry?”

“No, I ate lunch before coming, just a latte for me, small,” you concede, “and thank you…again.”

He smiles and departs from the table. You watch him in the line from where you sit. Seeing Professor Lee like this feels…different. In a less formal setting he’s almost approachable, and you’re starting to see things about him that you don’t in class. Like his generosity, and kindness, the man even has a sense of humor and you think of texting Seungmin about it but stop yourself. You want to keep this all a secret. You don’t want anyone knowing that you’re in such desperate need of assistance with your courses, but also you want to keep this side of Professor Lee to yourself.

You could think of worse ways to spend your Saturday afternoon than with an attractive law professor who’s willing to help you pass your classes. You wonder if he’s aware that all his students find him so hot, or if it’s something that’s never occurred to him. He doesn’t wear a ring on any of his fingers, which tells you he isn’t married, but that doesn’t mean he’s single. You can’t imagine that he’s not seeing anyone. In class he’s usually got on some academia aesthetic looking suit on, lots of tweeds and browns - today he wears a fitted pair of jeans, and a navy sweater with a white collared button up fashioned underneath, the sleeves pushed up his forearms. His jet black hair isn’t styled like it usually is in class, and hangs long and loose around his face. He looks like such a boyfriend…

You blush and go back to focusing on your laptop. What the hell was that? He’s your professor. Which is actually kind of enticing…

You press your lips together and roll your eyes at yourself. Stop with the intrusive sexual thoughts about Professor Lee - the man is trying to save your ass, not spank it - having inappropriate daydreams, no matter how justified they may be, is unacceptable.

“Here we go,” he comes back to the table and sets two mugs on the surface as he takes his seat again.

“Thanks,” you smile politely, trying not to look at him. If you don’t look at him, maybe you won’t think about how cute he is and instead focus on what you ought to be: your failing grades.

“So, let’s start with the main issue of your papers. Writing, in the legal sense, is cut and dry. It’s all about facts, findings, and nothing expressive or personal, which is where you seem to have the most trouble,” he begins and you try to absorb the information instead of noticing the way his lips look while sipping his coffee.

This endeavor may be harder for you than just pulling your grades up.

📖 ❤️

“I think that was a very productive first meeting,” he says optimistically as you start piling things back into your backpack.

“I think so too,” you nod. Productive, yes - but now the real work begins and you’ll have to go home and actually re-write the damned thing.

Professor Lee carries your backpack out the door, “Where’s your car?”

“Oh, it’s at home, I just live a few blocks away,” you point in the general direction of your apartment.

“You mean to tell me you carried this while walking from your house?” he holds the backpack with two hands for dramatics and you giggle.

“It’s not that terrible, how long has it been since you were carrying books around, Professor? Surely you remember the struggle,” you tease.

“I suppose it’s been a bit, here,” he reaches in his pocket and the SUV beside you beeps, he opens the passenger door, “I’ll drive you home so you don’t have to endure the struggle.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that sir,” you shake your head.

“It’s fine, it’s a small college town Miss ___, I can get literally anywhere in less than five minutes, especially since the majority of students are gone this week. Let me be chivalrous for you,” he smiles and you melt a little bit.

“Well, if you insist,” you look up at him as you slide into the passenger seat.

“I do,” he closes the door, then places your bag in the backseat before coming around to the drivers side.

“Are you always this difficult, Miss ___? Or are you just trying to be overly polite because I’m your professor?” he asks when you point him down the street towards your apartment.

“Difficult, sir?” you look at him wide-eyed.

“Mmhmm,” he nods, “You didn’t want me to buy your coffee, you nearly refused my ride home electing to carry a small library on your back while you walk,” a look of panicked concern washes over his face and he looks over at you, “This isn’t making you uncomfortable in any way is it? Being alone with me?”

“No! No, absolutely not,” you assure him, though you wager that your thoughts about him would certainly make him uncomfortable. “I’m just so incredibly grateful for your help, and you continue to go out of your way for me. It’s just never something I…” you stop yourself.

“Never something you what?” he presses.

You laugh awkwardly, “It’s just not ever something I expected from you, given your reputation with the other students.”

“Ah, yes,” he sucks his teeth, “My reputation of being an uptight jerk who doesn’t like anyone.”

“I would never use those words sir,” you tell him.

“You might not, but I have the internet too, I’ve seen the threads about me on social medias,” he shares.

“You read those?” your voice raises at least three octaves.

“Of course, I’m only human, curiosity gets the best of me from time to time.”

“I don’t participate in those conversations,” you shake your head, “I understand that it’s only natural for students to want to know about the personalities of their upcoming professors, but the bias that occurs in those threads is absurd.”

“I agree, though sometimes they can be helpful, to my ego at least,” he laughs.

“How so?” you wonder, because you don’t remember seeing anything about his classes online that would feed his ego.

“Some of my students may not like my personality, but they like looking at me,” he grins.

“Professor Lee! That’s scandalous,” you laugh and playfully smack his shoulder.

“What?” he laughs with you, “I’ve got to take something positive from it! 75% of those comments are atrocious, but I’m quite proud that I scored three hot peppers on the professor hotness scale.”

“Oh my God,” you cover your mouth, “I cannot believe I’m sitting in your car having this conversation,” you giggle.

“Is this your building?” he points.

“Yes, it is.”

He parks on the street and you take a deep breath when he exits the car. He knows his students think he’s hot, and now he knows that you know he knows. You pat yourself on the back for indicating you’ve never participated in those threads before the conversation took a turn towards hot peppers. Though you are 100% guilty of voting for his peppers.

He opens your door, hanging your backpack across his shoulder.

“I’ll walk this up for you,” he offers and you swallow hard.

“Sure,” you smile, your heart pounding out of your chest. Professor Lee Minho is about to see the inside of your apartment. You try to recall the state you left the place in. You remember doing your dishes before you left, but that’s about the only productive thing you can remember doing today.

You unlock your door and flip the lights on. Your art supplies are everywhere, and you have a bag of laundry by the door because you plan on hitting the laundromat this evening. In trying to move it out of the way you knock it over, a pair of your underwear spilling out onto the floor right at his feet as he walks through.

“Jesus,” you mutter, humiliated, as he looks down at you grabbing up the black lace thong and shoving it back into the bag.

To your utter relief, he says nothing about your undergarments. He sets your backpack down and looks around.

“Can I offer you anything to eat or drink?”

“Did you do all these?” he walks forward into the room towards the area you dry your paintings in. Canvas after canvas sits up against the wall, some completed, most unfinished.

“Oh, yes,” you say, walking up beside him, “This semester has been really frustrating for me, and painting helps.”

“Well, they’re beautiful, truly - you’re quite talented,” he looks down at you, “I can see why teaching art is a passion for you, you’ve certainly got quite a knack for it.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Teaching is very rewarding,” he adds, “I think that you should pursue your original dream Miss ___. You’ve clearly got a lot to offer the world,” he smiles down at you and you catch his gaze, a few quiet seconds pass as you look into his dark eyes.

“You could just call me by my first name, ___, if you wanted,” you say softly, “and um, thank you, for complimenting my art.”

“You’re very welcome, ___,” he responds, staring at you again. You watch his eyes flit down to your lips and your heart speeds up again. He suddenly clears his throat and looks back at the paintings, “I think we should make the most of the week, since classes aren’t meeting, this is a perfect time for you to catch up with your studies. Tomorrow is Sunday, which is the day I typically devote to catching up on grading, and I do have midterm grades to enter. Perhaps Monday?” he asks.

“Monday, yeah. That works, um, I have a shift at work on Monday morning, but I’ll be free after 3PM.”

“Perfect, we could meet at the Coffee House again, around 4:30?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Great,” he begins walking back to the door, “and, um, while we’re together - working on your coursework I mean - feel free to call me Minho. However when classes resume, it’s probably best to address me as Professor Lee.”

“Of course, Professor,” you agree. “Thank you, er…Minho…for everything today.”

“You’re most welcome,” he opens the door then pauses, turning his head slightly in your direction, “Nice panties, by the way. See you Monday!”

You stand there, speechless, staring at the closed door.

📖 ❤️

Monday afternoon you can’t help but notice that Professor Lee - Minho - sits closer to you at the table in the coffee shop as he helps you study for one of your other classes. You don’t blame him, truth be told, you spent over an hour after your shift at the bookstore getting ready, hoping he’d look at you the same way he did Saturday. You are, without a doubt, down bad. To impress him even further you’ve got a surprise for him.

“I re-wrote my term paper,” you blurt as the two of you are clearing up the table after studying.

“Already?” he looks at you.

“I worked on it all night Saturday, and most of the day on Sunday. Do you want me to email it to you?”

“Absolutely,” he smiles, “Good girl.”

Fuck off, he did not just say that. You bite down on your lip and your thighs press together as you bring up your student email. You attach the file and send it to him.

“It should be in your inbox the next time you check,” you say…like a good girl. Swoon.

“Great, um, I was wondering - and just tell me to shut up if you want to - but I was wondering if you had plans this evening?”

Your heart grows wings and begins to fucking fly.

“No,” you shake your head, “I have zero plans for a Monday evening in a town that’s practically shut down.”

He chuckles, “Right. So, would you want to join me for dinner maybe?”

You at least pretend to mull it over instead of just shouting YES in some unflattering, desperate tone.

“Where were you planning on eating?” you ask.

“There’s a really nice place I like, it’s about a twenty minute drive out of town, but the food is impressive, never had a bad dish there,” he shares.

“I am hungry,” you say, “I’d love to.”

“Good, shall we?”

📖 ❤️

“Are we celebrating anything special this evening?” the waiter asks as he sets two glasses of water down, “A first date? An anniversary perhaps?”

“No.”

Both of you answer him at the same time, and try to hold your laughter in when the poor man looks taken back.

“Okay,” he says, “Can I get you all anything to drink from our wine or cocktail menu?”

“I’ll have a glass of this pinot, chilled, please,” you point to the wine and the waiter writes it down.

“I’ll have the same,” Minho smiles.

“I’ll get those right out.”

Minho bites his lip and stares down at the tablecloth, you frown.

“Is everything alright?” you ask.

“Everything’s fine,” he says, “I’m just trying to remind myself that nothing inappropriate is happening here, I’m having dinner with one of my female students, but you are an adult and so am I and it’s fine.”

“I won’t be your student after this semester,” you point out, “I don’t know if that’s helpful or not though.”

“It is,” he nods, then tilts his head, “yet somehow I still feel like I’m misbehaving.”

“It’s only food, how is that misbehaving?”

“It’s not what I’m doing,” he bites his lip again and looks up at you, “It’s what I’m thinking.”

You take a sip of water, your body practically vibrating with curiosity, “What is it that you’re thinking, exactly?”

“Things that I shouldn’t be thinking about my student,” he says quietly.

“This isn’t high school, Professor, this isn’t even undergrad. Don’t be harsh on yourself, I’m sure whatever you’re thinking about isn’t a bad thing,” you point out, hoping you sound cool and collected and not like you’re ready for him to take you right on this table.

“So if I was thinking about fucking you after class in my office, across my desk, that wouldn’t be a bad thing?”

You nearly choke on your water. Before you can respond the waiter returns with your glasses of wine, not a moment too soon.

“I’ll let you guys look over the menu and come back in a few minutes.”

You clear your throat once the waiter is gone, “I think fucking me on your desk would probably be inappropriate,” you smile, “especially to your neighboring colleagues. I have quite a mouth on me,” you say, opening your menu.

You can feel him staring at you. “I’d very much like to hear it.”

“Maybe you will, I guess we’ll see,” you shrug.

The smile that spreads across his face is so dangerously mischievous, your clit throbs where you sit and you shift uncomfortably, only making it worse.

📖 ❤️

The sexual tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife as you make your way back to his car. You reach for the door handle, but he grabs your arm and spins you around, your back pushed up against the door.

His lips crash against yours, arms caging you in which is completely fine by you. You bury your fingers in his hair on either side of his head but he pulls away.

“I want it to be clear I have never had any kind of sexual relationship with a student, ever,” he says quickly, then his lips are against yours again.

“I believe you,” you manage between lips and tongues.

He pulls away again, “And the only reason I’m pursuing this is because I can’t fucking resist you and you’re not going to be my student again after this semester,” he adds, then more kissing.

“Got it,” you mumble into his mouth.

Again he pulls away, “Seriously, even if you don’t quit law school I can never have you in class again, okay?”

“Yes! Fuck that place, I’m done, and even if I wasn’t - I wouldn’t take you again, you’re an uptight jerk of a professor, remember?” you tease him, then desperately pull him back onto your lips.

He shoves you harder against the car, his knee coming between your legs and you press yourself down on his thigh. You moan softly into his mouth and his hand smacks the side of the car.

“Get in, fuck, please get in the fucking car.”

He scrambles around to the drivers side as you jump in.

“Your place or mine?” he asks, turning the ignition.

“Which is closer?” you ask, pulling the seat belt so hard and quick that it locks up.

“Uh…mine… mine I think.”

“Then there’s your answer,” you tell him.

Five minutes of him burning rubber down the highway is too long for you not to be touching him. You reach over and caress his thigh through his jeans, moving higher and higher until you find what you’re looking for in the darkness.

He hisses as you stroke and massage his hard length through the fabric.

You unbuckle your seat belt, “Are you as good a driver as you are a professor?”

“I…why?”

You scoot as far as you can and lean over, undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, sliding your hand through the opening of his boxers until you feel the warm, velvety skin of his cock in your fist.

“Oh fuck…oh my fucking…” he pants, his knuckles turning stark white around the steering wheel.

You unbuckle his seatbelt as well and help him get it out of the way before pulling his cock from the confines of his jeans.

You stroke him a few times, then let a glob of spit drip from your lips onto him so you can continue stroking more comfortably.

“God…”

You take him in your mouth and suck, running your tongue over the tip. The way he’s nearly whimpering, eyes so wide on the road, delights you. You put your mouth on him again, taking him deep in your throat, taking turns stroking and licking.

“I’m going to cum,” he whispers hoarsely after several minutes, “I don’t have anything to…” he looks around frantically but you shake your head, popping your mouth off of him momentarily.

“I can take it,” you whisper, then suck him between your lips once more. You can feel the base of his cock twitch and brace yourself, spurts of hot cum follow seconds later and you take it all from him greedily, swallowing then wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Holy shit,” he says through clenched teeth. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Thank you,” you grin, pulling down the visor so you can fix yourself in the mirror. The “kiss proof” lipstick you wore today is evidently not “road head proof” and you clean up the edges of your mouth.

He reaches over and grabs your hand in his, squeezing and rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb while he speeds down the road.

📖 ❤️

The door to Minhos apartment isn’t even locked before he shoves you against it and presses his mouth to yours.

“I want to make you feel so fucking good,” he whispers, trailing kisses down your neck. He drops to his knees and unbuttons your pants, pulling them down your legs. You kick your shoes off so he can get the pants off completely.

He looks up at you and grins, tracing the lines of the black lace thong that toppled over at your apartment, “I was wishing very much that I’d get to see you in these,” he says, pressing his tongue against the tiny bit of cloth.

You gasp at the way his lips move, teasing and licking through the thin lace, “Are you really going to eat me out against the door?”

“Mmm,” he moans against your clit and your legs jerk, “Yes,” he says hooking his fingers in the strings and pulling the soaking wet cloth down your legs.

“No patience at all Professor, I’m shocked,” you tease.

“So… you can call me Minho,” he smiles, kissing and licking trails back up your legs, “but in class and when I’m fucking your pretty pussy feel free to use Professor.”

“Absolutely Professor Lee,” you rest your head against the door as his tongue wiggles between your slick. “Fuck!”

He finds your clit and wraps his lips around, gently sucking. You lay one of your thighs over his shoulder and try to steady yourself while he laps and sucks you off. You grab his hair with your fingers and move with him, fucking his face and listening to the delightful slurping, wet sounds erupting through the quiet room.

“Oh…just like that, right there,” you whine when he begins to softly lick the perfect spot, “fuckfuckfuck…yes!” you release his hair from your fist and hold yourself against the wall as your legs begin to quake, cunt throbbing in rhythmic spasms as he milks you with his lips.

“Oh my god,” you groan, trying to stand straight. He finally gets around to locking the door then picks you up, carrying you down a hallway. He pours you onto the bed and you watch as he strips himself of clothing, you follow suit, though half your outfit is in his foyer.

You lay back, bottom lip between your teeth as you watch him crawl over you, positioning himself between your legs.

“You’re sure this is okay?” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours, the head of his cock leaking against your open cunt.

“Yes, fuck, yes I want you,” you assure him, nails digging into his shoulder. He makes a gruff noise deep in his throat and lines himself up with your opening. You wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging him to push into you and he does, slow and deep. You both moan into each other at the sensation of it.

Slowly he begins to move quicker, still deep, but urgently. The sound of skin against skin intoxicating. He sits up a bit, your hips coming with him and he grabs them, using you as an anchor to thrust into you.

“Minho…” his name comes out as a whisper, your eyes screwed shut. “So close…”

“No, no,” he tsks, slowing down and pulling himself out, pushing the head of his cock against your clit. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He slides his cock against you until you start squirming beneath him, your clit still sensitive from his front door excursions. “Please? Fuck…” you whine loudly.

“You want it?” he asks in a growl, stuffing himself inside you then pulling out again.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” you cry, your nails scraping against the sides of his legs.

“Are you sure baby?” he smirks, pushing into you and pulling out slowly several times. Your orgasm begins to build again and you meet his thrusts with your hips, chasing it. Until he pulls out again.

“What are you doing?” you groan, half laughing and out of your mind.

“Beg a little,” he urges, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock but pulling away every time you try to push against it.

You snap your eyes open, the sight of him looking down at you makes you unhinged. “Please, Professor Lee, please let me cum,” you say it as sweetly and earnestly as you can muster.

His eyes practically roll back in his head as he lines up with you again and pushes in deep, his hands fly back to your hips and he drags you on and off his cock until your vision goes white with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Sit up, please,” he begs breathlessly as he pulls away, stroking himself. You do as you’re told and watch as his lips part, his hand stills and shots of pearly strings shoot across your breasts.

“Hold on,” he says when he can move again, then disappears behind a door, emerging a few moments later with a warm damp hand towel. He kisses you deeply as he cleans his cum off your chest.

“That was so fucking good,” you whisper, taking his face in your hands.

“Yes,” he sighs, pulling you down beneath the blankets with him, “Yes it was.”

He holds you close to him, your eyes getting heavier, “I think my books are still in your car. We could go over the paper on tort law I bombed over breakfast tomorrow?”

He chuckles and nods, “It’s a date.”

📖 ❤️

You sit in Professor Lees classroom as he passes back the latest exam. Term is almost over and everyone seems to be reeling with nerves around you.

He slows beside your desk and lays your test down, “Much better, Miss ___, much better.”

Seungmin looks over at your test, “Hey! Not bad,” he smiles cheerfully.

“I’ve had a lot of help this semester,” you smile.

At the bottom of the last page you read the note of thin red ink,

See you at my place tonight?

The End

Endnote:

I am in my Lee Know slut era. I will not be taking questions about my worship of him at this time, thank you. As always, if you made it far enough to read this, please accept my virtual smooch.

Also as always this is unbeta’d bc that’s typically how I roll so it could be absolute trash but that’s okay bc we’re just having fun.

#skz fanfiction #Lee know fanfiction #skz smut #lee know smut #Lee Minho #skz romance #Lee know romance #Lee Know x reader #fanfiction #stray kids

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Honesty pt. 9 | n romanoff

you can hear it in the silence

masterlist

summary: messy. that’s all :)

warnings: bad decisions, maybe a makeout session, natasha romanoff

pairings: enemies to… (natasha romanoff x o!c)

wc: 9.2k

note: so this is fun :) I hope you love all the drama and the wlw… :))

-⧗-

Natasha knew she was being almost unreasonably petty by adding another rehearsal into the schedule. And if her gut instinct wasn't enough, the sour look she received from Maria as she trudged downstairs was enough to confirm even the sneakiest of suspicions.

Her co-captain did nothing to hide her distain, her spoon clashing against the side of her cereal bowl the second Natasha waltzed through the door. Not a single word was spoken, but the focused side glare she received did not go unnoticed.

"What's up your ass?" Natasha asked, seemingly unbothered that she was basically poking a sleeping bear at this point. Maria didn't bother answering. She just continued to eat in the heavy silence, watching Natasha chop up fruit without a care in the world. "Why do you look like you want to set the kitchen on fire?"

Maria froze, spoon hovering somewhere between the bowl and her mouth. The audacity Natasha had sometimes was unheard of. "I had a date tonight," she spat out, lowering her spoon. "I had a date that I had to cancel all because you got your panties in a twist last night."

"Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic about my underwear?" A small smirk danced across Natasha's mouth as she chopped the stalks off her strawberries and tossed them into the blender.

"Is that really all you took from that sentence?"

Natasha shrugged, not seeming to care. Because she didn't. She was captain, she made the rules. As far as she was concerned, whatever was decided by Natasha Romanoff was what was going to happen. You could either like it or hate it, she didn't care.

"If you're looking for an apology, you're not going to get one."

"Then please explain to me why you took our free Friday night, which we agreed would never hold a rehearsal, and added a four hour session into it?" Maria let her cereal go soggy, the chocolate slowly flavouring the milk left in the bottom of the bowl. Natasha's answer was more interesting to her than breakfast now.

But the Russian - true to who she was - only shrugged, pressing the switch of the blender so the entire kitchen echoed with the harsh sound of blades grinding. Maria did love her best friend but often found herself wanting to smack her in the face with a fly swatter.

"Stella's gonna hate you for waking her up like this," she tried to yell over the blender, knowing full well Natasha could lip read anyway. But the redhead either had no respect for anyone, or she just chose to ignore Maria. Probably the latter.

Even with the jarring noise no longer rattling through their skulls, Nat still didn't comment. Not until provoked again, Maria's final straw.

"Because that team is a mess, and it's my job to fix them," was her simple answer.

"We've had this team for- not even a month!" Maria wiped her face with her hand in despair. "They're not going to get any better if you don't believe in them! That's like, rule one in any captain handbook!"

"If you think you can do a better job, then why don't you lead the session?"

"This is about last night, isn't it? With Kaia-"

"And that's none of your business." Natasha didn't wait around any longer, sweeping out of the room in a flash of red, smoothie in hand. Not ten seconds later did Maria hear the bedroom door slam shut and she slumped down with a sigh. Getting through to Natasha was like fighting a losing battle. It took so much of her energy with little to no result.

Upstairs, however, Natasha had pulled her laptop open and was carefully scrolling through Stella's list. She'd started selecting music for solos and assigned two individuals already, but with the events of last night hanging over her, her judgement was clouded.

Initially there was no way round giving Kaia a solo, which she'd begrudgingly done after numerous protests from Stella. A contemporary piece, one Natasha knew her old dance partner would excel at, was now staring back at her, the bold letters almost prising from the lit screen.

Quite frankly, Natasha didn't care what happened to Steve. She barely dated him anyway, just used him to get what she wanted. It wasn't what he did, but who he did it with. Seeing him with Kaia sparked something inside her, something she hated.

She quickly shut the lid and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Solo selection had never felt this hard before, so why did it feel like everything was spinning around her head, just waiting for it to all come crashing down? Natasha hoped the rehearsal would go smoothly.

-⧗-

It did not go smoothly. Two dancers were off sick, Maria was holding her grudge and Kaia wouldn't even make eye contact with Natasha for the entire duration. The 'Work Song' routine was finished and polished, but Natasha's frustrations meant she nitpicked every tiny detail, working them into the ground until the alarm went off on her phone.

"I don't know what's wrong with you but you need to get your head out of your ass," Maria hissed the second the final dancer had left the studio. "What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

Maria and Stella shared a look. "Dance team is supposed to be fun, Nat, not a fucking torture session. You're going to have people dropping out soon if you don't lighten the hell up."

Natasha stood with her back to her friends, arms folded as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her chest heaved as she thought, eyes darting to Maria's reflection behind her.

"Ok."

"Ok... ok what?" Natasha never gave in like this. Hearing an 'ok' was about as rare as a blue moon.

"I'll fix it." She grabbed her sports bag and had disappeared through the doors before Maria had even clocked what was going on. She stared at Stella in shock, her eyes widening as her brain scrambled to keep up.

"You know, one day I'm just gonna..." her hands made a choking motion and Stella stifled her laugh, ducking behind her laptop screen.

"Good luck with that."

Natasha stalked across campus, taking a shortcut between the library and the history building to reach the dorm block faster. Was this impulsive? Absolutely. If she stopped though, she'd never make it, the nagging part of her brain telling her to turn around.

But she was at dorm 201B before her wired brain could even process, a sharp knock on the door breaking through the silent corridor. It was only ten at night, basically noon for a college student.

After a few seconds, the door was hesitantly opened slightly, a familiar smile coming into view which quickly dropped in recognition of the unwelcome visitor.

"What do you want?"

Natasha adjusted her bag strap and rolled her shoulders. "Is Kaia in?"

"Why do you care?" Yelena narrowed eyes as she studied her sister, not trusting this interaction one bit.

"I need to talk to her."

"She's in the shower so you'll have to come back."

But Natasha was nothing if not stubborn. "I can wait."

Yelena stayed silent, hoping her sister would just leave her alone. But of course that didn't happen. What paranormal forces acted to make her open that door wider, Yelena had no idea, but somehow Natasha was now stood in the middle of her room, peering around at the decor choices. A lot of pink, she noticed.

The sound of the shower stopping made her head turn to the door and she could feel Yelena's eyes digging into the back of her head. The atmosphere was so thick it could have been sliced with a knife but Natasha stood her ground. Her bag was still on her shoulder but she hadn't even noticed.

"What do you want with her?" Yelena finally spoke up. "Why couldn't this have waited?"

"Because it couldn't. Now do you mind?"

They may not have been biological sisters, but the two girls certainly shared a lot of similar characteristics. Stubbornness and wit ran strong with both.

"Yes, I do mind actually." This made Natasha turn around, hands on her hips. "In case you haven't noticed, this is my room."

⧗ Kaia ⧗

Kaia's peaceful shower, mostly being used to soothe her sore muscles after Natasha's brutal class, was disrupted by the sound of Yelena's voice. The blonde Russian often sang aloud, but this didn't sound like any of the Taylor Swift songs she was currently hooked on. With her head tilted, Kaia switched off the shower for a moment and grabbed her towel, trying to listen out for voices. There was silence for a few moments before she heard it, and this was not singing.

The door handle was slippery with condensation but she managed to push it open anyway, towel tucked tightly around her body as she went to inspect her roommate's insanity levels.

"Lena, what-" if it wasn't tucked under her armpits, Kaia would have for sure lost grip on her towel as she saw the figure in the centre of the room. Her jaw dropped and eyes almost bulged out of her head as her body did a small factory reset.

Why Yelena didn't give her a warning to at least be dressed as she exited the bathroom, Kaia had no idea, but right now she wished she was anywhere else. A crocodile enclosure probably would have been more pleasant to her than being wrapped in a towel, still dripping from the shower, with her least favourite person stood three feet in front of her.

"What the hell!" She exclaimed, hands reaching to hold her towel closer to her body as she tried to backtrack into the bathroom, only to find the door had clicked shut behind her. "Why are you- what- Yelena?"

Natasha studied the girl in front of her, her eyes unable to be drawn away no matter how hard she tried. She scanned her, noticing things she'd never seen before. Kaia's hair looked almost black when wet, matching her eyelashes that were also thicker and darker from the water. Droplets rolled down her neck and collarbones before dipping below the towel to her chest. A silvery scar ran across her left shoulder, disappearing somewhere towards her back and several freckles were dotted lightly across her chest, whispers of colour against her otherwise pale skin.

"I don't know why you're here, but get the hell out!" Kaia had never felt so exposed before, and the hand that clutched her towel began to shake along with her bottom lip. "I mean it!"

"Kaia wait, I just-"

"Out, Natasha! Now!" Kaia was not an aggressive person by any means; she could barely squish flies. But in this moment even Natasha got slightly scared, scurrying towards the door like a kicked puppy, something Yelena had never seen before. She watched her sister leave in shock, blinking rapidly to try begin processing what the last sixty seconds had entailed.

But when she looked over at her best friend, she was not greeted with the soft smile she was used to. Kaia's glare was as stone cold as the landscape in their home country, blue eyes electric behind tears.

"What the fuck Yelena? You let her in here?" Kaia was still stood in the same place, water forming a small puddle on the stone floor under her feet.

"I- she wouldn't say what she needed but it seemed important. And she didn't take no for an answer."

"But you knew I was in the shower!" Kaia was both frustrated and incredibly embarrassed having been caught in a towel. She wasn't self conscious exactly, having worn some questionable costumes throughout her dance career. She knew her body was fine, but in her own dorm room was where she was vulnerable, not performing or playing a character. She let her guard down which sent her anxiety reeling.

"I thought you had clothes-"

"No, I told you I left my clothes out here! And you said it was fine." She gestured to a neatly folded pile of pyjamas on the end of her bed, staring at Yelena who looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up. The surprise of Natasha at her door made Yelena forget, but she knew that wouldn't be an excuse.

"I'm sorry Ky, I really am." She hopped down from her bed and sidled up to her best friend, wrapping her arms around her damp body. Kaia didn't hug back and squirmed out of her arms. "I didn't think and I should have never let her in here. I don't know what went through my head."

"But that wasn't just anyone, Yelena. You had a fight with her yesterday, and now you're just letting her waltz in here with no issues?" Yelena went to protest but Kaia held up her hand. "Save it, I don't care. Whatever sisterly feud you've now got going on, keep it out of here. I don't want anything to do with it."

Kaia grabbed her pyjamas and turned back towards the bathroom, biting her lip to try and keep the tears at bay. Her anxiety was heightened when she was tired but she wouldn't let her tears fall. That was her promise to herself. Never cry over Natasha Romanoff.

"She was here for you."

You could hear a pin drop in the blanket of silence that fell across the dorm room. Kaia froze for the second time that evening, eyes fixated on a dark spot on the wooden door as she processed Yelena's words. Or at least tried to.

"What?"

"She wasn't here for me. I let her in because she asked to speak to you."

Kaia's body language gave no telltale signs to Yelena who stood behind her, the one person who could read her like a book. She was strangely still, the only movement coming from the droplets off her long hair.

"If I didn't trust you as much as I do, I'd call bullshit." She couldn't turn to face Yelena yet. "There's not one reason I can think of that would make her go out of her way to come and talk to me."

"Since when does Natasha ever do anything predictable?" Kaia hated that Yelena had a point. But she had started to shiver, whether that be from the cold or adrenaline, and wanted to get out of her wet towel quickly.

"Well she wouldn't come over her for fun. If she wants me that badly, she can find me tomorrow. I'm not dealing with this right now." With that, she slipped back into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary.

And locked it.

Kaia never locked herself in.

Yelena was left to tend to her bruises herself, too scared to ask Kaia for help. But she couldn't help but pace as she applied the cream, hand flapping down by her side.

"I fucked up..."

-⧗-

⧗ Natasha ⧗

Sleep did not come easy to anyone that night. Kaia's mind was far too loud so she curled up facing the wall and stared aimlessly at the bricks until her eyes went fuzzy in the darkness. Yelena was on full alert, waiting and ready for any signs the girl across the room was upset. Guilt pressed down on her chest like a weight, pinning her to the mattress making it impossible to get comfortable.

And Natasha... she was also wide awake. But not with guilt or worry. No, she had one image in her mind and one image only.

Those goddamn freckles.

The way they wrapped around Kaia's left collarbone like a mini constellation, the way the colour seemed so stark against her milky skin. How delicate they were, almost as if they were hand placed by the lightest fingers.

Natasha turned in her bed for what felt like the millionth time, red numbers glowing '2:49' in her face angrily. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. That wasn't her 'fixing things'. In all honesty, the encounter only made her worse.

They were supposed to talk like adults, a two minute conversation at most to try and ease some of the iciness between them. But instead of having a steady mind, she was reeling like a teenage boy, unable to sleep after seeing a half naked girl.

It wasn't even that Kaia had been in a towel that bothered her. She'd seen plenty of people in less clothing than that, Natasha truly wasn't phased. It was almost as if she felt... bad? She couldn't figure it out. And, among other things, Natasha despised not knowing.

Swinging her legs out of bed, she headed down to the kitchen, not bothering to flick on the light. Darkness was comforting, less exposing, and she knew her house well enough to not trip over. There was a faint glow in the kitchen from the emergency lighting, a feature every student house had to have by law. But that was enough to help her retrieve the bottle, taking a swig straight from the neck.

Natasha welcomed the burn in her throat it slipped down, following one gulp with another. Vodka wasn't her drink of choice at a party, but it was her go-to during a night plagued by thoughts. It shut her brain up for a bit. Only dance had the same effect.

Her bare elbows pressed against the cold countertop as she leaned, her chin dropping onto her hands. She rarely dreaded anything, but Natasha dreaded the day to come. She knew what she had to do before Yelena came after her and despite not caring what her sister thought, that relationship was held dear to her heart and was not going to be ruined by a stupid slip up.

With the bottle in one hand and a cookie in the other, Natasha returned to her bed with a clearer mind. Until the crumbs that scattered across her bare thigh brought an image reeling back into her mind that made her want to smack herself around the head with a vodka bottle.

She took another swig for good measure and flicked off her lamp, forcing any distraction in her head that would help her sleep. Something worked, and she was out in minutes.

She had more clarity when she woke, thanking the universe it was finally the weekend. She immediately grabbed her phone and opened her messaging app, ignoring the multitude of instagram follows and dms she'd received overnight.

Her stomach clenched upon seeing the last message in their text chain, a compliment she didn't know how to take so just ignored.

After deliberating for what felt like hours over what to say, she hit send and placed her phone back down, combing her hands through her hair anxiously. Natasha didn't expect a reply straight away. Even if Kaia was on her phone, she'd ignore the message until curiosity got the better of her. But that could take hours.

Those hours ticked by like treacle, driving Natasha almost insane. She was an experienced multitasker, but she couldn't bring her mind to focus on anything else. Her toast burned, coffee was too bitter and even the weather wasn't playing to her favour. Gone was the blissful summer sun, now replaced with threatening dark clouds.

With her jersey tugged on over a pair of athletic leggings, she curled up on the couch to catch up on episodes of her guilty pleasure reality show. She loved them, knowing her life wasn't as petty or fake as the plastic blondes parading around on screen. The house was weirdly quiet, with Stella out with her boyfriend and Maria off to meet the date she had to cancel on last night. Great day to be single, really.

Her hand reached into the bag of popcorn on her lap periodically, but the sweet snack did nothing to ease her boredom. She hated waiting. No one made Natasha Romanoff wait.

Except Kaia.

Clearly.

It wasn't until gone twelve that a response vibrated on her phone and suddenly everything else was irrelevant. The screaming match on screen was immediately paused as the redhead reached for her phone, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

But Natasha caught herself in the reflection of her screen. Since when did she care this much? Not even finals got her this stressed, and this was a simple message between... friends? No that wasn't the right word. Acquaintances? She'd know Kaia long enough to be past that stage, so labelling their relationship was somewhat of a mystery.

Shaking her head, she tapped on the message and bit her lip.

Coffee shop. 10 minutes.

Bossy. That was her first thought. Yet somehow the curt text did nothing to stop her from grabbing her shoes. Natasha ran over her words in her mind, trying to push last night's incident as far back as possible. The whole way over she rehearsed what she was going to say, gritting her teeth as she went against her nature. She was never one for apologies but coming into contact with Yelena's fists and knees again was not exactly on her agenda for the week.

Kaia was sat tucked away in a window seat, head down as she typed away on her phone. Her legs were crossed and Natasha could sense how closed off she was, even from the opposite side of the room. But that didn't deter her.

The red tank top and black leather jacket looked more like an outfit seen on the redheaded Russian, but she couldn't hide the fact that the brunette looked good. Her style was simple but effortless and the small stack of bracelets on her wrist only highlighted how put together she was.

"Hi."

The most minuscule greeting slipped out of Natasha's full lips as she sat down, nowhere near the confidence she intended to portray. Kaia's eyes flicked up, noticing with an unreadable expression who was sitting in front of her, and placed her phone face down on the table, arms crossing over her chest.

Her eyebrow twitched up, a clear invitation for Natasha to keep talking. She wasn't here for pleasantries and they both knew all too well that Yelena was the only reason Kaia was sitting here right now.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. For last night and everything before that." Her raspy voice sounded sincere which made Kaia's blue eyes flicker in surprise, those words having never been associated with the redhead before. "I've been a bitch, I know."

"Are you drunk?" Came Kaia's response after a few awkward moments of silence.

Natasha's face dropped in confusion. Did she sound slurred? "No?"

"Are you hearing yourself?

Natasha truly had no idea where this was going. "What?"

"You just said sorry. Natasha Romanoff just said sorry. To me." Kaia's lips tugged into a small smile, one she desperately tried to hide. "I should really be filming this for safekeeping."

"Ok don't make this harder than it has to be," Natasha said with an eye roll. This is exactly why she hated vulnerability. "Can we just start over? A clean slate, forgetting about everything that's happened since the start of the year."

The brunette was silent for a moment. "I just want to know why," she sighed. "Why now? You've hated me since we were twelve and fourteen years old. And to be honest, Natasha, I've accepted that. I didn't come to Pale Oak for you, or anyone else. I came here because I want to dance for the rest of my life, and you know as well as I do that this university has some of the best New York connections in the country." She looked down, fiddling with the ring on her right thumb. "Why does it matter to you what we think of each other?"

Natasha was slightly taken aback by her little outburst but she listened intently, trying to come up with an equally logical answer from the assortment of words flying around her brain. Her eyes flickered down to Kaia's collarbone before she hauled them back again, trying to keep her head.

"It's for the team." One of the lamest answers she could possibly give. "We'll work better if there's no tension between us. And I'm not asking you to suddenly act like we're best friends, not at all. I'll stay out of your way, you stay out of mine, but this coldness between us goes. Besides, both Stella and Maria will kill me if you quit."

Kaia chewed on her lip as she studied the wooden tabletop. "I would never quit."

"Even though I act like a bitch sometimes?"

"All the time," Kaia jumped back, almost daring Natasha to stop her. But the redhead didn't and she respected that. "And no, as I said, I'm used to it." Her tone was cold towards the end, something Natasha didn't miss.

A weird silence settled over the table but it wasn't as hostile as it had been when they first sat down. There was something intriguing about the brunette in front of her and Natasha couldn't work it out. She was one of the only people who never truly backed down and wasn't scared of her. Most people avoided eye contact with Natasha whenever they could, but not Kaia.

She had a fire inside her which pulled Natasha in, both angering her and exciting her simultaneously. Kaia may have an overactive mind that almost constantly lied to her, but she knew how to hold her ground and stand up for herself. And Natasha had never noticed it before, too blinded by jealousy and hatred for the girl to even attempt to see beyond that.

But a common theme would always get in her way: wherever Kaia was, Yelena wasn't far behind. And in this instance, the blonde had given them twenty minutes before she decided it was time to intervene. She still wanted both girls to be alive.

Her shadow crossed the table and a plastic iced coffee cup was placed in front of Kaia, her face lighting up almost immediately. Yelena sank down onto the plush seat beside her and winked before looking over at her sister.

But Natasha didn't acknowledge Yelena straight away. She was too busy watching the icy expression morph into a beautiful smile on Kaia's face at the sight of her best friend. Having spent two years away at university, she'd missed how the girls grew up during their final teenage years. Gone was the youthful roundness of Kaia's face, now replaced by high cheekbones and an angled jaw. Her Russian genes were strong.

A kick under the table brought her back to reality, the harsh glare from Yelena's green eyes boring into her forehead.

"What happened here? No one is crying, you both look unharmed and Nat, you're staring at Ky like she grew a second head." Yelena tried her hardest to read the room but no one was giving her anything.

"Your sister apologised."

A hand came flying at Kaia's forehead, slapping her a little too hard in an effort to check her temperature. Yelena did the same for Natasha, who leaned back to avoid getting smacked.

"You're not sick, so no one is hallucinating," she deduced, Natasha and Kaia sharing a look. "Did I really miss that much? You guys are friends now?"

"Definitely not friends."

"Frenemies?" Yelena offered with a smile, but Natasha rolled her eyes. "You guys are giving me nothing. I wanted gossip, drama, yelling, crying-"

"In a coffee shop on a Saturday?" Kaia deadpanned, not impressed at all.

"You're no fun."

"Look, I should go." Natasha looked over at Kaia and flashed a smile. "Again, I'm sorry about yesterday," she said, standing up and adjusting her jersey.

"It's ok."

A smirk graced her lips as she looked the brunette up and down. "You looked good, though." And she was gone, disappearing through a crowd of people, leaving Kaia frozen in her seat.

"Ew did she just flirt with you?" Yelena grimaced, sliding into her sister's seat. "That was gross."

"It's Natasha, you know how she is."

"Not with you though, never. That should never have happened. You're like my sister."

"Trust me, that's not the weirdest thing to happen today."

-⧗-

⧗ Kaia ⧗

Saturday night was party night, and Kaia and Yelena sure took their time to get glammed up. Yelena wasn't much of a 'dresses' girl, but her black wide jeans and dark green mesh top still looked striking, especially with her dark eyeliner. And where would she be without her combat boots?

Neither of them knew who was hosting this party but invites had been pushed under their door so it didn't bother them. One of the frat houses probably, but they all looked the same.

The strong stench of alcohol and weed hit them straight in the face as Kaia pushed the front door open, lights and music assaulting her senses along with the smell. She could barely see past the sea of bodies so reached behind her for Yelena's hand, locking their fingers tight. The blonde acted as her guard dog, and based on the looks she received from a few guys and girls alike on their way over, Kaia needed her guard dog.

A black, skin tight, silk dress adorned her body, stopping mid thigh with a daringly low neckline. Her curls were ironed flat so her hair hung in a sleek curtain past her shoulders, brushing on the corset back of her dress. Her usual converse had been swapped for a pair of strappy black heels, accentuating her long, toned legs. All in all, she was a sight for sore eyes.

Yelena took it upon herself to glare at every male she encountered as they headed towards what was assumed to be the kitchen. Or at least where the drinks were. She had a right mind to punch a couple straight in the balls as their eyes lingered on Kaia for a split second too long. Kaia was hers, so they could back off.

"Punch?"

"At least five so far-"

"I meant the drink Lena." Kaia held out a cup filled with red liquid to her blonde who was scowling over her shoulder. "You need to chill out, seriously."

"I'll do that when they stop ogling you like a fucking dog bone."

Kaia shrugged and took a sip, blue eyes darting around the room. There wasn't anyone she recognised here but she had Yelena which set her at ease. "You can react if they try anything. It's not our fault boys can't handle their hormones properly."

Yelena went to protest but felt Kaia give her arm a tug so she dropped it, blindly following her best friend into the main function room.

What once was probably a living room was now the centre of the party. Large speakers stood at either end and blasted music so loud the floor vibrated slightly. A mess of bodies 'danced' (Kaia could hardly call that dancing) together in the centre, chanting the lyrics and screaming as the beat drop hit.

A scream sounded far too close to Kaia's left ear and she winced, turning around to see Wanda stood there, a blonde boy hovering over her shoulder.

"You never told me you were coming!" The Sokovian yelled over the music, pulling her friend into a hug. Yelena got dragged into it too as she hadn't managed to detach herself from Kaia's arm in time.

"I didn't know you knew about it."

Wanda grinned and tugged the boy into her side, placing her hand on his arm. "Kaia, Yelena, this is Pietro! My-"

"Your brother? I thought you said you guys were twins!"

The Sokovians shared a knowing look. Kaia was right to be suspicious; they didn't look anything alike. "It's the hair. He's going through a bleach phase."

"It's not a phase" Pietro muttered, glaring slightly at his sister who was too buzzed to care.

"Sure, that's what you told Papa!"

He wasn't all that great around people, being the introvert out of the two. So after a small smile and nod of the head, Pietro wandered off in search of who knows what and Kaia took some time to down her drink. This party required alcohol, there was too much going on to even think about handling it sober.

"How long have you been here?" She asked Wanda, eyeing up a dodgy game of live action human buckaroo that some guys in the corner had started up. "The party, I mean."

Wanda shrugged. She was definitely feeling the alcohol more, but there was no telling how much she'd drank. Plus Kaia and Yelena had Russian blood, so it took them a little longer to start to feel the effects in their system.

"I have no idea. We just got ready and wandered over. Maybe an hour?" Kaia nodded and leaned back against the wall, her hands stabling herself. She preferred having a good view of her surroundings before moving forwards and having her bearings in an unfamiliar place came as an advantage.

"Another drink?" Yelena asked, her breath tickling her ear as she leaned close. "Shots?"

"Shots?" Kaia relayed the message to Wanda whose eyes lit up, so they all retreated back to the kitchen to find their poison of choice.

There was a bottle of tequila but Kaia had sworn that tonight was not a tequila night. Which left them with an odd selection of random spirits and a few familiar bottles.

"Who picks pineapple vodka over regular?" Yelena asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust. They all agreed it sounded disgusting and swiftly moved to the safest option they knew.

Two shots each. Downed back to back. Only Wanda pulled a face at the burn travelling down their throats. But it was enough to keep them going as they refilled their cups with punch and headed back into the main area which was now even more crowded than before.

A few familiar faces appeared from the last party they were at, but names escaped her. Kaia noticed a few of her dance teammates, including Cora and a couple of her friends before they disappeared into the crowd. But the music changed and the crowded gained energy, parting slightly to reveal its centre point from which everything else revolved.

Natasha.

Because clearly Kaia just could not escape that girl. She was dressed in a tight leopard print dress that would have looked tacky on anyone else but on her it was sexy. Her waist was accentuated by a thick belt which only guided eyes up towards her chest which sat perfectly in the moulded cups of the bodice. Smiling wide, arms raised above her head, she danced without a care in the world, singing along to the lyrics as she moved her hips.

She wasn't dancing with anyone in particular, just anybody that entered her own private bubble. It wasn't difficult to see why she loved dance so much; it made her a whole different person. This Natasha wasn't cold or calculated, she was free. And it was so refreshing to witness.

Kaia appreciated the female body, although she'd never strictly labelled herself in terms of her sexuality. Limitations like that set her anxiety off so she kept herself open, just going along with whatever presented itself in her path.

And right now she was so grateful for the spot she'd selected, giving her a clear view of Natasha on the dance floor as she moved. There was something so sensual yet energising in her fluid, carefree movements and Kaia felt herself stuck to the floor, unable to-

"Take a ticket! Take a ticket! Or you're kicked out! Do the dare or take the forfeit!" A harsh crash back to reality washed over her when a tall guy in... speedos? came into her eyeline, handing all three girls a small folded slip of colourful paper before running off to find his next victims. She'd seen far too much of that man than she wanted to, and judging by Yelena's face beside her, the blonde felt the same way.

"What is this?" Wanda asked aloud, double checking that Kaia and Yelena did indeed have one too. So did everyone else, confirmed by Kaia's quick scan of the room. Nearly every person was clutching a piece of paper, some looking more excited about it than others.

"I guess we open it and find out."

None of them knew what to expect on the inside of the mystery notes, but nothing could have prepared them for what they found.

"Lap dance?" Yelena exclaimed, her mouth turning into a pout as she was truly horrified. "Absolutely not, that is disgusting." Anything sexual made Yelena's skin crawl and she let the paper fall to the floor before stepping on it with her boot. What were they gonna do, force her to give someone a lap dance? Their noses would be broken before they even got the chance.

Kaia smiled softly at her best friend before turning to Wanda who looked a lot happier than the blonde did.

"Shotgun a stranger. Hell yeah."

Kaia's brows creased. "As in... smoking? Weed?"

Wanda smirked. "Absolutely." Clearly part of her was destined to be a stoner because the tall brunette was off, red dress swaying around her thighs as she headed out the back doors and into the smoking area. Her confidence was admirable to say the least.

"What does yours say?"

Kaia held up the red note with a slight grimace. "Make out with someone. Specifically not a significant other."

"Oh." Yelena couldn't offer much advice or support as the idea repulsed her but she knew Kaia would probably fulfil her dare as long as the right person came along.

They had all night to complete them but clearly those around them were getting right to it. As the duo moved through the house they passed several people making out and two girls doing body shots with each other. The alcohol had clearly been flowing long before the doors had opened.

Kaia could feel a light buzz in her head as she dragged Yelena on the dance floor, the alcohol finally hitting her enough where she didn't care anymore. The blonde wasn't thrilled at being made to dance but Kaia's happiness was always a priority to her, so she stuck it out and admittedly had more fun than she expected.

Halfway through, a couple of girls approached them, who turned out to be Yelena's soccer friends. She was glad for the excuse to leave and Kaia let her, the brunette heading into the kitchen for a much needed glass of water. She took a moment to herself as the icy liquid cooled her burning throat.

No one paid her any mind back here and she was grateful for it. Palms flush to the stone countertop, Kaia closed her eyes momentarily, trying to rid herself of the spinning sensation in her mind. It wasn't so much the alcohol than it was the pure madness of this party, the music and people leaving her totally disoriented.

Yelena was sat on some plush couches talking to some of her soccer friends when Kaia eventually found her again. She looked relaxed, feet propped up on the coffee table, fruit punch switched out for beer. Kaia wanted to drop onto the couch beside her but a sudden weight colliding straight into her chest sent her staggering backwards, whatever drink they had spilling all down her front. She could feel the sticky mess dripping on her skin and she grunted, yelling a few curse words in both English and Russian at the drunk guy who hadn't even acknowledged her.

Yelena stood up abruptly as it happened, her arms shooting out even though she had no chance of catching Kaia as she fell. Her jaw clenched as she locked eyes on the shorter blonde haired guy who clutched a now-empty solo cup, his eyes so distant is was clear he was high as a kite.

"I'm gonna go clean this up, I'll be back." Yelena offered to help but Kaia waved her off, leaving the angry blonde to deal with the sprawled guy on the floor. She hoped someone videoed the interaction. That would be worth paying for.

Kaia stumbled in the general direction of the bathroom, her heels not a great match for the now slightly sticky floor. She pressed down on the handle, not registering it was locked until her body went to walk forward and almost collided with the door.

A voice came from inside but what they said was unclear, so the brunette took to leaning against the wall opposite, just staring at her soaked skin and dress with a frown. The campus washers better do a good job of saving this dress because it was one of her favourites. Well, that was until it smelled and felt like a used children's lollipop.

The door creaked open and the occupant stepped out. "Sorry, the-"

Someone out there really hated Kaia. Was she being punished for her parent's wrongdoings? Was her shady family history now presenting itself in the worst form of karma she could possibly receive? There were over 100 people at this party and of course the one person who used the bathroom before her was Natasha fucking Romanoff.

Great.

Their eyes locked for a moment before green ones darted to Kaia's chest. Even in the dim hallway light, it was clear the mess was bigger than she thought. Natasha hesitated and pushed her better judgement down.

"Do you want some help with that?" If this was anyone else stood in front of her, she would have laughed at their misfortune and waltzed away with a flick of her hair, but Kaia wasn't just anyone. Something bubbled inside her, anger maybe, at the very thought of whoever did this. Spilling drinks at parties was not uncommon though, so Natasha clenched her jaw and regained her composure, a wall sliding in front of her emotions. "I didn't know that we were wearing our drinks now."

Kaia raised an eyebrow. "It's clearly not mine. But it's fine, I've got it." She gently pushed past Natasha and shut the door, sighing as she caught her reflection in the mirror. A moments peace was what she desperately needed.

The sugary liquid had well and truly soaked itself into the fabric and proved harder to get out than Kaia had intended. Granted, her tools were limited, hand soap and toilet paper a pathetic combination. And looking down the whole time was beginning to make her neck ache. Yelena would be better at this.

Muttering to herself, paper in hand, Kaia pulled the door open to go and find Yelena. But the green eyes she found staring back at her were not those of her best friend.

"Admit it, you need my help." A cocky smirk, arms folded across her chest, Natasha had a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her gut instinct was right and Kaia clenched her jaw.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Say it."

Kaia rolled her eyes, done with Natasha's games. It wasn't the alcohol - the redhead never consumed enough to pass a light buzz for preference of actually being aware of her surroundings. No, it was just the irritating personality of Natasha Romanoff and her ability to wriggle her way under Kaia's skin easily.

"I'm going to get Yelena to help. Don't let me stop you from getting back to the party."

Natasha scoffed and pushed off the wall, taking a step forward. Her heels clicked against the wooden floorboards, breaking the silence between them. "I thought we were supposed to be friends. Friends help each other."

"We never said friends, Natasha. Now please, if you don't mind, move."

This was the wrong thing to say to Natasha, who didn't like to be bossed around by anyone. As Kaia moved to push past her, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a bang.

"You're so stubborn it's annoying," the redhead growled, tugging Kaia over to the sink so she could work on her dress. The bathroom really wasn't that big and they were far too close for comfort, but both ignored their proximity.

"Excuse me for not exactly seeing you as someone who's willing to help." Natasha's eyes flicked up to Kaia's momentarily before they resumed the spot on her chest. Her skin was mostly clean now, but the fabric was proving to be the hardest. But Natasha had to keep her eyes firmly on the black silk before they started to wander. Not that it was anything she hadn't seen the night before.

"Why are you even here? Surely you've got people to get back to. Aren't they gonna ask questions?" Kaia let her mouth run, stupidly. But what else was she supposed to do except ramble excessively when Natasha's hands were all she could think about. Where they were, more specifically.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't," Kaia said defiantly. "Just don't want anyone to come looking for you."

Natasha placed her hand on the inside of Kaia's dress, the backs of her fingers grazing the top of her breasts. Kaia's breath hitched and a blush rose to her cheeks. Natasha heard that. She had to.

Trying to look anywhere but at the redhead at eye level, Kaia's eyes fell to a purple ticket on the sink. The ink was illegible due to the water, but it got her thinking about her own dare. How serious were they about the forfeit?

She hadn't realised Natasha had stepped away to get more paper which was slightly amusing for the redhead. She could read the internal panic on the younger girl's face and her lip caught itself between her teeth to stop her from laughing. It was adorable really, the way Kaia tried to be cool. But her red cheeks said otherwise.

"Is that yours?" Natasha asked, nodding in the direction of the soaked piece of paper that Kaia was staring at. The silence had become too awkward for her liking with only the hum of the automatic fan for company.

"Oh, no. I dropped mine."

Natasha hummed, squeezing out the tissue in her hand before turning back to Kaia. The dress was looking a lot better, she had to admit.

"What did yours say?"

"Kiss a girl," Natasha said casually, shrugging as if she was reporting on the weather. It was a boring one, really. She'd have much rather had body shots or lap dance date. Maybe Yelena was willing to donate. "You?"

"Make out with someone." The bright light made Kaia's head spin slightly, or maybe it was the alcohol? There were a lot of factors that could contribute to her sudden lightheadedness.

"And... have you?" Why did Natasha sound so interested in that?

"No. I'll probably just ignore it, hope they don't realise."

A smirk pulled at Natasha's lips as she stepped away, finally satisfied with her work. The dress wasn't perfect by any means, but it was significantly less sticky and would do until Kaia got home.

"They will. And trust me, you do not want that forfeit."

Kaia studied Natasha's side profile as the redhead turned back towards the sink to wash her hands. Even in the gross bathroom lighting her hair still managed to look like a fiery halo, tumbling over her shoulders in the most perfect waves.

"What is it?"

"A drink. But the stuff they put in it..." Natasha pulled a face and shuddered. She'd watched it being made and already wanted to throw up. The addition of pickle juice and sriracha was enough to set her stomach churning and that wasn't even the worst part.

Kaia stayed quiet, realising how screwed she was. A lot of guys would jump at the chance to make out with her, even if it was just for a dare, but that didn't appeal to her in the slightest. She needed to be more intoxicated than she was for that to happen.

Her eyes drifted down to the floor, lost in her head. Natasha's brain was also whirring away, her scarlet lips pressed together as she looked at the brunette girl beside her. Her lipstick smudged a bit at her movement but had yet to be completely ruined.

"Got your eye on anyone then? You don't exactly have long left."

Kaia kept her head down but looked up at Natasha with a furrowed brow. "That's none of your business. The question is, are you going to run out of time?"

A scoff fell from Natasha's lips at her question and she squared her shoulders confidently. "Trust me, I have absolutely no issues with finding a girl to kiss."

Kaia wasn't sure why that response made her heart clench. It wasn't exactly a secret nor was Natasha embarrassed of her track record. She appreciated women, why not demonstrate that when she could?

"Well, good for you."

The tension in the tiny bathroom could be sliced with a butter knife. Why Kaia hadn't left the second Natasha was finished, she had no idea. Something kept her feet rooted in her spot, unable to move even with the door right behind her.

Natasha straightened up as she dried her hands, her green eyes darkening slightly as they locked on Kaia's blue ones. The redhead couldn't help but glance down to her lips and back up again before she moved, impulse taking over and the rational part of her brain completely out the window.

In two strides, Natasha had backed Kaia into the door and crashed their lips together, her cool palm coming up to gently hold her head in place. Kaia froze momentarily, the alcohol in her system really not helping arrange her thoughts or coordinate her movements.

But an innate response took over as a low noise erupted from her throat and she slid her fingers into Natasha's hair, kissing her back harshly. She was definitely inexperienced so let Natasha take the lead, which she was more than happy to do.

Yet this kiss wasn't lust driven. It was messy, powerful and almost fuelled by hatred. Because, truthfully, Natasha did hate Kaia.

She hated how much of her brain the younger girl took up. How many times in the last few days she'd thought about her. The almost sleepless night she'd had purely because the image of Kaia was burned into the backs of her eyelids. Natasha hated her for it.

Yet here they were. Fulfilling a dare. Natasha's body pressed itself into Kaia more, fully trapping her against the cold wood. Their lips moved together and Natasha took her chance to slip her tongue out and push it into Kaia's mouth. The brunette put up next to no fight at this, allowing Natasha to completely take over. She felt a hand on her waist pulling her closer and she obliged, basically putty in Natasha's hands now. Kaia was gonna hate herself tomorrow.

The second Natasha's teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip was the moment Kaia knew she was gone. She was enjoying this far too much, her head swimming with the scent and feel of Natasha. Her signature perfume clouded her senses and if she wasn't a human sandwich between the hottest redhead on campus and the bathroom door, she would have crumpled into a heap on the floor.

After a few more seconds, they pulled away breathlessly and Kaia instantly missed the warmth her body brought. She felt exposed now, under the predatory gaze of Natasha. The redhead was panting softly as she reached her hand up to Kaia's face and gently wiped away her smeared lipstick from her bottom lip. One slow swipe of her thumb with heavy eye contact and Kaia felt as though there was no air left in the room.

She understood it now. The Natasha Romanoff charm. After years of rolling her eyes and pulling a face of disgust whenever she heard the name, she finally understood. Natasha was a drug. A toxic, poisonous one with an incredible high. But the fall came quick and sudden, dragging her back to reality like an ice bath.

A cocky quirk of a perfect eyebrow. Tongue running over her lips. Kaia hadn't even realised she'd stepped away from the door until Natasha pulled it open.

But her hand lingered on the handle momentarily. "You're welcome." She winked. Cocky shit. But she was gone before Kaia could even try to respond, a flash of red hair disappearing down the dark hallway.

Kaia praised the architects for putting several bathrooms in this house. No one had knocked or even tried to enter since she arrived and she was very glad. Her hair was a tousled mess as she studied her reflection in the smeared mirror. Swollen and stained lips, messy hair, she looked like hooker. And screw Natasha for wearing waterproof lipstick. That wasn't an easy fix. And she couldn't even splash water on her face to cool her burning cheeks either. Blame the alcohol, that was her only choice.

Combing through her hair with her fingers, Kaia pulled herself together and scurried back down the hall, suddenly conscious of how long she'd been missing for. She readjusted her dress just as she rounded the corner, thankfully spotting Yelena in the same position as she'd left her, chatting away with her beer bottle tucked between her thighs.

"What did you do, fall in the toilet?" Yelena asked when they reunited again, her eyes darting up and down her best friend's figure. "Wait, are you wearing lipstick?" She quizzed upon further inspection. Kaia had only come to the party with lipgloss and it definitely hadn't been as red as her lips currently were.

"I-"

Yelena's jaw dropped and amusement flashed behind her eyes as she smirked. "You completed your dare didn't you?"Kaia's lack of response only confirmed her suspicions. "Who was it? Tell me everything!" Despite her interest in relationships, Yelena was more than happy to hear about Kaia's own experiences.

"I didn't get her name." What a shit excuse.

"Seriously? You made out with a mystery girl and didn't even ask her name? Was she hot at least?"

Kaia hesitated. Natasha was hot, anyone could see that, but it would be wrong of her to admit that, wouldn't it? Especially to her sister.

"I guess. It was really dark so I didn't really see. She left with some guy though so.." her voice trailed off in fake regret, praying her acting skills pulled through enough that Yelena would stop with the questions. And the blonde either got the hint or was bored of the topic, because she pulled Kaia onto the dance floor as the opening harmonica of Timber vibrated around the room, earning cheers all around.

As she spun around and moved her body, Kaia began to forget about Natasha. Or more importantly her lips and wandering hands. The redhead was one of, if not the hottest girl on campus and had had her fair share of make outs and one night stands.

So the incident in the bathroom was nothing more than an alcohol induced dare... right?

part 10

Taglist: @ivyromanoff @natsaffection

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 3 months ago

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⋆⭒˚.⋆ are you two a couple? ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, profanity)

Going to one of the most popular universities in the country meant that a lot of people were always around. There were concerts that happened on a regular basis, families that came for tours, and of course influencers from Tiktok that were there for content. There were the guys that didn't talk, pledges that bothered girls in their dorms, idiots who screamed in the library as a joke. They were beyond annoying and you avoided them like the plague.

After being at this school for just short of four years, you grew to learn exactly which groups and individuals to avoid. The people who had shifty eyes and a super dark twinkle in their eye with their phone in hand.

Somehow, some way, you missed this one. You and fratboy!Jaehyun were walking hand in hand out of the on campus cafe, with your respective drinks on your way to the library.

"Excuse me, are you two a couple?" You heard someone ask.

"Just keep walking," you whispered to Jaehyun after you notice the camera pointed at the two of you, but there was a tug on your hand as your boyfriend slowed his steps.

Jaehyun came to a stop, nodding at the guy, "yeah... why?"

"Would you mind telling us the story of how you first met?" The guy asks calmly with a smile.

Jaehyun seemingly loves the question since his face nearly splits in half with a bright smile, "hell yeah! We met in the library a few years ago She and I shared one of our general ed classes and I asked her to help me study me in a class I was basically failing."

You interrupt, "don't lie, Jae. He asked me to help him study because he thought it was a sure way to get in my pants."

"And my charm didn't work out like I expected it too so I had to bribe her with free party entry connections to my smart frat brothers," he playfully rolls his eyes, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I was a shit study partner and I didn't have the best intentions, but she started to grow on me. I started to really like her and even though I was a total idiot she started developing feelings for me too."

The guy smiles softly, "what's your favorite thing about each other?"

"Jaehyun has completely opened up my world. I used to focus on school and graduating with just a few friends, but since meeting him I feel like a new person. Well, like my true self. He makes it so easy for me to come out of my shell without any fear or anxiety about judgement. He makes me feel beautiful when I don't think I look it, I can be silly with him, and he never judges me. He's exactly what I needed," you explain, your cheeks heating with the attention on you.

Of course you'd felt this way for a while. You'd known that Jaehyun was your other half, the piece you'd always been missing, but you never talked about it. You hoped that he knew how much you loved him and how much you appreciated him. Whether he knew in the way you held each other, the affections you shared, when you told him you loved him— you just wanted him to know.

Jaehyun squeezes your arm, smiling as he looks down at you and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, "she makes me a better person. No, sorry, I am a better person because of her. I'm so much more ambitious and focused on my future because I always want to be the best version of myself, not only for me, but also for her. Every single one of my relationships has grown stronger because she's shown me how to be a better listener, more open minded, more considerate. She has come into my world, turned it upside down, and transformed me into a person who I thought would never exist. She's shown me how to love and— sorry, I just love her. And I love who I've become because of her."

You find your eyes watering and you hide your face from the camera by burying your face in Jaehyun's chest. You whine softly, "you can't make me cry on camera!"

"What are you most excited for in the future?"

You can feel Jaehyun's hand running up and down your arm reassuringly as he answers the final question, "I'm excited to start our lives together. I'm excited to graduate, to move in together, to propose!"

Your head perks up, "I'm making him wait a few years to propose! I'm excited for all the same things though. I'm not in a rush, but I can't wait to enter the real adult world with him... and some day be his wife."

"Amazing," the interviewer smiles, "and your names?"

"She's my Sweetheart and I'm her baby," Jaehyun smiles brightly, reaching his fist out to fist bump the interviewer.

The video ends with a slowed clip of you and Jaehyun continuing to walk toward the library while he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead as your eyes fall shut and a sweet smile takes over your features.

a/n: this will be a one part post for fratboy!Jaehyun only :)

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ripleyslover · 7 months ago

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Burised Ribs and a Hurt ego Judgement x Reader

This is my first wwe fic so bare with me lol, Also I got this prompt from someone else but I can't remember their user so if I find them Ill tag them or put their user somewhere but credits to them for the idea!

Warnings-Rib Contusion, yelling, cursing I think that's all.

3rd person pov

Rhea was pissed, she was more than pissed she was furious, Y/n had been in a match with Asuka and Y/n ended losing but even after the match ended Asuka kept kicking and punching y/n.

Rhea was standing backstage watching the TV that displayed Y/ns match, as she watched Rhea saw the look on Y/ns face and instantly knew something was wrong Y/n had tears streaming down her face begging the refs to get Asuka off her, as the refs pulled Asuka off y/n clutched her ribs leaning against the ropes as medical swarmed around her Rhea cleanched her fists looking at the screen as Asuka celebrated showing no remorse for y/n.

Y/n pov

I clutched my ribs tears streaming down my face as I wheezed as it got hard to breathe "Get the judgement day..get Rhea please" I begged in pain "we need to get you to medical first then we will get her" one of the refs said I sobbed nodding my head not having it in me to argue.

I sat on the medical bed laying my head on the wall I was pain and having a hard time breathing, I heard the door open but I didn't pay attention until I heard a Aussie accent frantically calling my name I opened my eyes looking towards the door "Rhea?".

Rhea looked over at me before rushing over "Y/n, baby are you ok..please tell me your ok..im gonna kill Asuka" Rhea rambled on "Rhea I'm ok" I say cupping her cheek with my free hand Rhea grabs my hand looking at me softly "I'm so sorry i wasn't there to protect you" she said resting her forehead against mine "it's ok" I say before whining a bit as I try and sit "be careful, what did medical say was wrong?" Rheas asked as she helped me sit up "they haven't examined me yet" I say looking up at Rhea "What..?!" Rhea said her teeth girted together "it's ok Rhea..just stay..please" Rhea pouted slightly as you begged her to stay you Rhea wrapped her arms around your shoulders as you layed your head on her chest.

3rd person pov (I guess)

Rhea turned as the judgement day walked in Dom,Fin and JD rushed over to y/n Rhea let go of y/n and walked towards Damian "Medical hasn't even seen her yet" she say girting her teeth Damian placed a hand on her shoulder "Go get them, we're here now I don't like seeing our girl in pain" Rhea nodded rushing off to get medical and to give them a piece of her mind.

Damian walked over to the bed seeing jd and finn talking to you as Dom let you lean on him "Hey cariño" Damian said sitting on the bed "How are you holding up" he said moving a piece of her hair "not well" you said pouting Damian nods "Move your hand cariño" he says softly you move your hand slowly as Damian gently lifts up your shirt seeing a red bruise spread across your ribs "Goodness baby" Finn says as he lightly gasps, Dom pouts pulling you close by the shoulders and kissing your head, you look up as Rhea comes back with medical she switches Dom spots hugging you.

After medical checked you out they confirmed that you had a Rib Contusion ,which Is basically a painful bruise on the ribs that can make breathing difficult, Rhea offered to drive you back to the hotel but you told her to stay and focus on her match after a little bit a argument Rhea agreed to stay and let Dom drive you to the hotel since his match was over. As you arrived at the hotel Dom helped you get out of the car and to the hotel room, as you get in the elevator you lean on the wall "This sucks" you say pouting "I know but you should me healed in a few weeks" Dom says standing in front of you and gently holding you waist "you know..this mean you'd guys can't cuddle me for like a week while I'm still sore" Doms eyes widen "Fuck" he says pouting before smiling you smile as Dom helps you step off the elevator and to your hotel room.

As you lay in bed Dom ups an ice pack on your ribs before laying beside you "How do you feel Amar" Dom asks you lay your head on his shoulder "better" you say before the door opens "Just better" Finn says as he walks in with Damian and Rhea "I thought you had matches" you say smile as they lay down Rhea lay on Dom and Finn and Damian beside you "We cut them short so we could be with you" Rhea says smiling "Aw thank you guys" you say smiling as you all cuddle while being mindful of your ribs, maybe being off for a few weeks wasn't going to be so bad as long as you had the judgement day and their cuddles, luckily all you had were so bruised ribs and a hurt ego.

#rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #damian priest x reader #the judgement day #the judgment day x reader

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rotten-patty · 23 days ago

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I’m still not over it I’ll never be over it I fucking adore Farewell, Rayashki and I need to talk about how Windsong and Vila, and by extension Rayashki, compliment each other.

Rayashki is a near-utopian dream - Vila particularly states it often, how it’s her dream and how wonderful it is to live there, and everyone else living in it shares this dream, and they fight tooth and nail to keep it alive and fuel it.

And then there’s Windsong. I’d call her the POV character for this story, with her own dream, of revitalizing the study of ley lines, and proving its legitimacy to the wider world.

And I adore how these two dreams intersect.

Immediately, Vila shows the acceptance and welcoming nature of Rayashki - the same she had received. She, and the others, allow Windsong to prove herself without prejudice, and that’s exactly what she does.

The line “This is where our paths meet” may as well encapsulate their story, and the story of Rayashki. It’s a place where others can find their home, a place they belong without judgement - and which in turn helps facilitate their dream.

Windsong is heard, accepted - and her studies help the town turn around. She helps them deal with the critters, the Zeno occupation - and, eventually, their problem with the town’s sustainability, by discovering a massive coaldeposit, all thanks to the knowledge hidden in the ley lines.

But she couldn’t have done it by herself.

The people of Rayashki, and Vila in particular, believe in her theory, and maybe more importantly, they believe in Windsong, likely even more than she believes in herself. They give her the courage to push further, to stand her ground, and to prove what she knows and what she can do.

And it’s mutual. When the Zeno try to tempt her with an endorsement, she does consider it at first.

But Zeno doesn’t believe in her. Rayashki, Vila, however; they do.

What immediately jumped at me was the wording of “less than satisfactory results”. Everything Windsong had said, predicted or discovered here so far was right - the only thing less than satisfactory was what she was leading the people of Rayashki to discover - which, while it came at an unforeseen cost, was just what they had needed.

But the point is, Zeno didn’t believe in her. Zemo didn’t care. This was a carrot on a stick, a way to shut her up and get her out of the way. And this wouldn’t prove her studies. To take this endorsement would be to walk away from the exact opportunity that she had been waiting for her whole academic career, with no proof to show for it.

But she stuck with Rayashki, she believed in Rayashki, in Vila’s dream, because they believed in her dream. This is where their paths met.

This and many other reasons are why I adore the story of Rayashki. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and I’m absolutely thrilled for 1987 Cosmic Overture. Windsong has become one of my favourite characters throughout, and the dynamic of her, Vila and August is wonderful.

Anyway I love them so much and I need them to kiss. I’ve been scouring Windla fics for hours after finishing Rayashki and they’re all so good and I need more and I’m basically decided that I will write some (after I finish the ToothZ in my drafts).

#Reverse 1999 #Farewell Rayashki #Windsong #Vila #They are still within my mind and I do not want help from that #Still haven’t checked their character stories I need to #Maybe this will help me pull Vila sometimes please BP

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neonross · 1 year ago

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Adam and the exorcist basically work directly for michael since the duration of when the extermination happened

It was basically seras idea that they would well work under him for a bit since she claims it would ''help'' him with the work he's got

He accepted Sera's request, but he feels more like he just got extra work than less

adams basically the biggest disruption in his office, but he reluctantly tries to tolerate him since he's willing to trust in Seras judgement

in actuality though, this was basically a whole cover-up to remove any form of evidence that they were basically smuggling out angelic weapons for the annual purge.

since in our version, michael banned the use of angelic weapons, letting it be left by the past after the rebellion

now to address the [songbird] technically as of now- it is basically off-canon

me and koko ironically HAVE MORE TO SAY about off canon, than canon stuff but here's what's different

[songbird isn't canon yall *SOBS*<- me who made it that way]

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel michael #michael x adam

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anim-ttrpgs · 8 months ago

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A big part of Eureka is splitting the party. Normally games are loathe to do this because of the potential to bore players while they passively watch others play the game. I'm curious how you deal with this when you run Eureka. Sending players away seems like it could make it either better or worse. Like if it's at a home, people can go hang out by the snack table and drink and chat, but that doesn't work as well at, say, a game store. I'm curious how people felt about having to leave the game several times.

While the risk of boring the players or putting too much stress on the GM is a real concern, the addage of "don't split the party" actually originated in the TSR D&D era, where splitting the party made them weak and vulnerable to all sorts of situations that would be less of a problem for a full strength party, However, for a game like Eureka that produces more conventional narratives (everyone take note that I did not say that Eureka produces more narrative or is "more focused on narrative", just more conventional narratives) and has more of a focus on intrigue and horror, the party splitting up to cover more ground and collect more clues in the limited time they have to solve the mystery, but also making each one of them more vulnerable if something happens, is an actual trade-off that can improve the gameplay and story.

First of all, besides it just being really entertaining, I really recommend you listen to the Tiny Table Actual Play of Eureka. It has some really good examples of splitting the party and sending players away that are executed really well, and also some good discussion of it in the post-mortem episode and the interview.

I’m going to answer the ask directly from my own gameplay experience, but I really really urge anyone who has played Eureka to comment with their own experiences with splitting the party and sending players away.

Alright, so, obviously how long players are willing to wait their turn is group-dependent, but with our own group, we’ve actually kinda had the opposite problem from players getting bored. Instead, Narrator and the players whose characters are currently in the spotlight start to worry that they’re selfishly hogging too much session time, and try to rush the scene along (to its great detriment), when in reality the players who were sitting out were happy to keep waiting. Realizing this led to us altering the advice regarding splitting the party in the rulebook, and actually recommending the Narrator go a little longer before switching to the other characters.

I personally am happy to wait up to like 90 minutes if my character is out of the scene, because I have faith in my group and also in Eureka that the payoff for waiting will be that much greater, seeing the characters relay what they have learned while they were apart in dialogue rather than the player just saying “My investigator tells them everything that happened.” It really heightens the tension, lets the characters shine, and can even really help with solving the mystery, because having the events and evidence recounted out loud can help with making connections that might have gone over people’s heads the first time.

Of course like the rulebook says, it also comes to the judgement of the play group as a whole, and should definitely be discussed beforehand basically as part of session zero, and even mid-session if it needs to be. (Communicate your preferences to your play group!!!!!) There’s plenty of scenes and situations where having the other players leave the room instead of sitting and watching would add nothing at all to the experience.

Now I want to hear other people’s opinions. If you have played Eureka and had a party split where some players left the room or otherwise excused themselves, how did it go?

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so-i-did-this-thing · 3 months ago

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I don't know how to phrase this correctly at all I'll just make it clear that I hold NO JUDGEMENT over anyone abt ppl in similar situations : as a 26yo transman virgin it made me so happy/reassured that you mentioned you lost your virginity at 36 !?

I always feel like a lameass about being a virgin at 26 still, even though it means nothing about people and I don't care about it for other people... Idk, virginity is such a big deal everywhere, and personally I AM interested in sex & having a partner but I feel I won't meet someone I like for a long time still. Now that I'm in adult life it's literally impossible to mention it without being labeled a fucking loser so I basically hide it from even my closest friends and even lie about it ?? It's crazy it's such a little silly thing but idk. I know it's more common than we all think but it doesn't really help not feeling like an outlier and also being babyfied by literally anyone if you mention it, which is even more annoying if you're someone actually very sexually open and informed abt kink, bdsm etc.

So yeah, idk, thank you for sharing this, it made me happy

If it makes you feel better: My first kiss was also at age 36, because I lacked self-confidence, and all my life, had made up a lot of untrue reasons why I had "needed" to wait to start dating. And then I convinced myself of those reasons. (Sometimes with the "help" of cis people who insinuated or flat-out told me I was damaged goods.)

I'm still trying to undo all that damage to my self-perception.

I wanted to have sex, but didn't think I deserved it until I had fully transitioned. And I didn't think a partner deserved to be saddled with me, like, ever.

Pretty terrible thinking, I know. And it can also happen to folks who are ace or want to go slow, but think they need to lose their virginity asap.

We can all help break this pattern of thinking by being more aware of when we assign value to having sex. Even shit like dick jokes feeds into this behavior -- it doesn't do any of us any good by ascribing value to one another based on how we perceive one another's sexual performance.

It's a hard habit to break, but it's worth working on. And it isn't incompatible with enjoying sex, kink, being horny on main, etc.

Anyway, I wish you luck navigating your own relationship to sex. We're all someone's type for the kind of relationship we want, and we'll find our people sooner if we don't convince ourselves to rush/wait when we don't want to.

(And once you're there, it doesn't matter if you're a virgin or well-experienced, you still need to have regular conversations about sex with your partner. Losing your virginity doesn't let you skip this part of a relationship.)

#chit chat

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kings-highway · 10 months ago

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haikyuu ship headcanons except i forgot to think of a theme so they're all unrelated

daisuga: absolutely they casually kissed sometime before confessing to each other. Either as a joke/gag between friends, a dare, or maybe for some kind of student film/stage production, their first (romantic) kiss is definitely not their first kiss. Its probably not even their second. I'd hesitate to say third.

iwaoi: Iwa uses Oikawa being "needy" as an excuse to hide his introvertism. Makki and Mattsun are trying to drag him over to play video games for the 3rd time that week so Iwa's just "ahh, can't, Oikawa's already mad I ditched him the last few nights. You know what he's like, he gets so whiny if I don't give him attention," and meanwhile Oikawa is waiting for him by the gate like "alright I'll walk you home so the lie holds up, but you're giving our friends a bad impression of me and I don't appreciate that."

tsukkiyama: yamaguchi decided he was going to marry tsukki very young and tsukki did not get a say in this. like I'm thinking 11 years old and yamaguchi is daydreaming like "yeah. im gonna make him my husband." concidentally this is also why he doesnt get jealous of girls confessing to tsukki because he has this incredible internal conviction that they'll be married one day. basically he spends the next decade of his life wooing him over and playing the longest game ever and it works. tsukki never realizes exactly how young he was put into yamaguchi's trap.

ushiten: tendou was absolutely downright plagued by sex dreams starring Ushijima in their second year and into their third year and this was incredibly alarming for him because he had never even had a crush on anyone before, nor a dream like that previously, and he hadn't even consciously realized he had any attraction towards him beforehand. well thats one way to figure out you have a crush. and that you're gay.

kagehina: wrong culture but I think these two would fucking nail the promposal thing in theory, but they'd be competing with each other to see who could prompose first and theyd be so caught up in avoiding the other person's so that they could be the one to do it that they'd never actually ask each other to prom and then theyd have to go together but technically alone because they never asked. like theyve been dating for 2 years they both knew theyd say yes, they simply did not let the other ask because they wanted to do it.

matsuhana: they would both deny it with their whole chest, but they actually look up to Oikawa and Iwa as a couple, and will often default to asking them for advice. Even when its really complicated stuff, they trust their judgement. Mattsun and Makki met in high school, so they've always been really jealous of the long, childhood best friend thing and want to be able to know each other that well.

#haikyuu ships #daisuga #iwaoi #tsukkiyama #ushiten #kagehina #matsuhana

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mildlyromanticperv · 1 year ago

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What did you expect of me?

Karina x MReader. Fluff. Enemies to lovers.

-For christ sake, what a bitch! -Your anger boiling in your heart and your brain tells you, no, yells you to go to your managers office and demand a fair treatment, it's just ourageous that among all the workers in the office you have to stay late every single day of the week to cover the "last project of the quarter".

No matter what you do, how hard you work, how many late nights and how many cups of coffee you drink at a day, it just feels like a prison in here, the office that hired you as the main developer for the website on their new brand "Supernova."

Plus, who names a project "Supernova"? Sounds like with just a simple code here and there you'd make the market implode and then explode in money... If your manager Karina expects for that to happen she's either naively hopeful or a total delusional.

-You, come to my office. -Her cold words stabs your brain, after a whole week hearing her low pitch condescending dictatorial voice you can't bear to listen to it one more time, but you need this job like, DESPERATELY need this job, so there's no talk back to the boss.

-Yes boss?

-We're behind on the project, have you been slacking off again? -Her cold judgemental gaze falls upon your black sacked eyes showing off the immense exhaustion you have tu put up with during the project.

-Look boss, I'm doing my best, I haven't slept well these past few days but I assure you I will have everything ready by next month even if the useless of my coworkers don't do shit. -Your tongye got the best of you and runs wild. -I just need to have a good night sleep, can you let me out early today?

-No, we are all hands on deck and you know that. -She sighs and rubs her forehead in a clear show of stress and disappointment. -Just go back to work and don't screw anything up.

Any person with enough patience would put up with that shit, but not you, not now at least. The condescending tone and the past sleep deprived week has been just too much for you, clearly you're not thinking straight anymore, or perhaps you're thinking clearer...?

-Fuck this.

-Excuse me? -She responds with equal or perhaps even higher anger.

-Fuck this Karina, I'm not doing any more shit today and I'm tired to put up with your fucking demands. Fire me if you want I'm going home to sleep. -You really shuld've thought that better, but what is done is done, you start to pick up your stuff and bracing yourself for the shouting match.

-You cross that door and you're suspended, one week half pay. -Surprisingly enough instead of picking up a fight and shouting her vocal cords off as she usually does, she just stares straight into your eyes with a gaze so cold it could freeze hell itself. -You're not the only developer in our payroll, if I wanted I could fire your sorry ass right now and make it so you never work as a developer never again in your life, so consider this a favour.

Breathe.

Don't let that tone of hers get into your core.

Just, breathe.

-Fuck you. -It's the only thing you get to say before actually leaving.

-One week suspension no pay, and don't you dare call me or text me asking to forgive you. Jackass.

With the anger oozing through your pores you just slam the door and head out. You start your car and praying you don't crash you go from 0 to 100 in just a couple of seconds screeching the tires of your car.

-Please god, take care of him... -She sighs under her breath.

But wait... What?

Take care of him?

During that next week there was absolutely no news from you on the office, things started to be more... tense. You've received a ton of messages from your coworkers basically begging him to come back, but the answer is defenitive: No.

However things don't ever go your way.

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

-Hey, we need to talk, come to the office. -Again, that swee... No. Annyoing voice again.

-I'm suspended. -Your answer comes as soon as the thought hits your brain.

A sigh from the other line and a faint whisper.

-This man is going to be the death of me some day. -But then the usual tone returns. -Look, I made a rash decision and we need your intel, you're the one that knows the way around our software.

-I thought you had several developers in your payroll, I bet they can help. -You say sipping through the wine you bought for that dinner for one you've been pushing away so much due to the job.

-I'm asking nicely, and around here you know that's as rare as an unicorn. Just come here tomorrow and finish the project, we're ahead.

-Ahead? What do you mean ahead? You said we we're behind last week! -Your voice comes harsher and harsher, even though your chest is telling you not to.

Not to her.

-I lied to try and make things faster, okay? Just come and we can talk like professionals. -She couldn't come to acknowledge the fact that she just wanted to see you. She couldn't admit that she misses your cologne, your three day beard and your stoic gaze when you're so deep in thought. -I'll send you the advances that have been made.

Right away she hangs up the phone, relieved she didn't break down into yelling or insults. Right away an email arrives on your computer with such incredibly... small advances looks like you carried the entire project all by yourself.

-Why am I not surprised? -You sigh under your breath as you pause the movie you were watching and read what has been done, immediately you start chaning... well, almost everything.

Next day...

You should at least turn off the car, for real, have you seen how expensive the gas is around these days?

"Just go, I avoid her any longer... I- I don't want to..." -It's the only thought that crosses your mind, the thought of seeing her piercing eyes again, the feeling of her gaze piercing and burning through your very soul, the loud beating of your heart as you look at her lips...

Her lips...

If only she wasn't your boss, right?

-So, I checked the non existent advances the useless guys did, and...

-How you've been? Have you slept well? -For some reason her tone wasn't condescending anymore, the worry present on her voice...

Could it be?

-Yes, finally in months I've been sleeping great... -Her eyes, oh. my. god... Her eyes... -Anyways, I have everything finished now, you can present it to corporate. -You say trying to avoid her eyes as you speak sarcastically and look at your watch.

-Big date coming or something? -She asks, doing an awesome job yo hide the jealousy.

-Just wondering how long this will take. -She sighs again, feeling the anger and stress of your cold demeanor.

-Your week of suspension ends today and the weekind is off by legal, so you can go now and I'll see you on monday.

-Sure.

After that you just go back to your usual routine, the weekend goes great and the next week of work comes, with so much less stress that even the busiest day feels like a walk through the park. The time off work led you to watch so much shows, and so much free time, time spent in imagining your life outside of work with that person that would make your days so much happier.

Thinking of love.

What a great future you could have, perhaps you could get married and have kids, after all that's your dream.

In a year you'd ascendo in your job, start earning more, you'd start dating to finally get the chance to let you feel that love you so desperately look for, In a year your boss wouldn't be your boss and perhaps you could date her, in a year you'd buy your first...

Your boss? Date... your boss?

Why would you think that? She's a bitch.

"But she's a gorgeous bitch." You thought, perhaps... only perhaps... You wanted that, you liked your boss...

*Bzz* *Bzz* *Bzz*

Your phone rings with a text from your boss.

-Corporate loved the project, we were given monday to celebrate, so I'll be expecting you monday 7:00 A.M. sharp for the party.

-Got it boss. And hey, sorry for snapping out last week. -Perhaps this could be a beginning, you know you should keep things professional, you keep telling yourself to stop but flesh is weak.

-Yeah, just don't be late. -Her response cold as always after 5 minutes of writing and deleting, she's also in the midst of an inner debate, whether let herself feel what she wants to feel for you or just don't say anything.

But why? Why shouldn't you try? Because she's your boss? There's plenty of people that date with their boss and make it work, you shouldn't keep ahold of the prospect of your happiness just because people might judge, that's the whole point, living for yourself and be happy yourself. Isn't it?

That very Monday at 7:00 A.M. you show yourself at work wearing a new white T-shirt and some loose jeans, your usual wrist watch and a new cologne you bought just for your boss, nothing else is going to stop you.

-Hey, boss. -You came to talk to her made a nrevous wreck not really knowing what to do to get her attention.

-Oh, here he is, the brain behind it all. -She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to present you to some corporate officers like if you were a prize, like you never shouted before... Like you two were friends... Being so close to her made your every sense enter overdrive and your nostrils welcomed her particular scent, that magnificent smell of lavender and strawberries sent your head over the moon.

The rest of the party went completely normal, talking here, showing off there... Taking glances at your boss every once in a while as well.

Wait, did she looked at you as well?

Was she blushing?

-Hey boss can I talk to you for a sec? -You got closer and whispered into her ear, not long after she pointed you to the balcony where you usually go to have your lunch.

-Make it quick.

-Look boss, there's no easy way for me to say this, but I think I should quit... I... I have feelings for you.

-Is that so? -Her cold demeanor makes you back off for a second, unable to tell the truth in her eyes you stutter.

-I know, I know that I was rude last week and I'm being just way too out of line. -Her eyes shine with a glint never seen before, in her mind the thoughts are divided whether she should speak from her heart, as Karina. Or speak from her brain as Ms. Jimin, regional Manager of your branch.

-You know you're my worker, and this is incredibly inappropriate.

-Don't you feel the same for me? I saw you looking for my eyes before.

-Don't be ridiculous, I'm your boss. -Despite the way she feels work ethics comes first, how can a manager could let a worker speak to her that way?

-I don't care. -It's the last thing you said before leaning forward and placing your hand against her cheek, caressing her soft skin and pressing your lips over hers.

For a second all that exists is you and her, together in a tight embrace holding her waist desperately thinking that if you'd ever let go of her she'd just vanish in the thin air. She responds to your advances letting your body invade her personal space, for mere seconds that feel like an eternity all that she can feel is your hands gripping her blouse until she lets go of any ties and wrap her arms around your neck, tipping into her toe-tips to match as much as she can your height.

-We... We can't... I'm your boss... -Her voice comes out cracking, breathing unsteady due to the raw passion she just felt a while ago. -It's inappropriate.

-I don't care, I'll quit if needed, I just care that I want you.

-I want you too. -She rests her head on your shoulder nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck.

You then caress her soft hair, taking a deep breath of her unique scent that send jolts of electricity along your brain.

-So what now, boss? -This time the words come out strong, lovingly, softly.

-Now we talk to HR, couples need to fill paperwork. -She pulls back and looks into your eyes again. -You always make me do more and more paperwork... -She then whispers in your ear. -Sweetie.

#kpopidol #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #aespa x male reader #karina x male reader #aespa fluff

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