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doctor-dusk · 8 months ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

he showed you that movie theaters were not made exclusively for watching movies.

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), piv, public sex. can't remember any more warnings beside these ones.

word count: 7.6k

series masterlist

ffs 7.6k words i'm gobsmacked- i ended up getting too excited, but uuuugh, i loved writing this part. i hope you like it :3

of course you accepted.

however, as much as you wanted to see him, you were hesitant. you had never seen him other than via video call, and you were somewhat paranoid about people you met on the internet. so, you two agreed to meet at a movie theater, which was usually full and where you felt safe for a first date.

it was saturday night and you told your parents that you were going to the movies with your best friend. well, if you were paranoid, your parents were much worse than you. you couldn't simply throw them a ‘i'm going out with a guy i met online’.

but to be on the safe side and to maintain your own safety, you notified your best friend, giving her the address of the movie theater and saying that if you weren't home by midnight, she should call the police.

you were very nervous, of course. numerous scenarios running through your head. possibilities of everything going very right or very wrong. but you were already there.

leaning against the cold wall outside the movie theater, watching the little movement on the street. usually on the date of a film's premiere, the frenzy is imminent. lines of cars on all sides of the avenue and more queues to buy tickets and get in the rooms. but now, it's calm. so calm.

you looked at your phone, checking the time. you scheduled it for 8pm, there were exactly 7 minutes left. you were too anxious, at 5pm you were already taking your shower and at 6:40pm you were ready. but you made sure to dress up well for the occasion. you could already expect the shower of compliments he might give you, like “oh, i love your dress. take a little spin for me” or “you smell so good”. something that would be very “alex” to say.

your cell phone vibrated, indicating that a message had arrived. in a rush, you rummaged through your purse, thinking it was a message from him.

“did he arrive?” you let your eyebrows fall when you saw it was a message from your best friend.

“not yet.” you answered, trying to sound optimistic. there is still time, he could arrive at any moment. your stomach was churning with anxiety, you resisted the urge to bite your freshly painted wine nails.

she didn't say anything else and neither did you, closing your hand around your phone and supporting your body weight on your other leg while you placed one hand on your waist.

you looked around once more, taking a few steps ahead, not having a right direction to go. you're bored. distracted. nervous. anxious. like you’re going to explode like a dynamite. you needed to relax your mind a little.

you took a few steps closer to the parking lot, seeing how empty it was. you could count 8 cars there and 3 motorcycles. better, 4 motorcycles, since one was just arriving through the adjacent entrance.

your eyes followed that motorcycle until it stopped, parking in the reserved space. it wasn't that dark despite some broken light bulbs in the parking lot, but you could recognize that the model of the bike was a kawasaki. maybe a W800. not that you're an expert, but do you remember that your uncle had a motorcycle just like that. he said he loved the motorcycle more than his own wife. isn't it surprising that they have divorced.

back to what you're seeing, the motorcyclist got off after placing the motorcycle's foot on the ground, securing it so that the motorcycle remained upright and without any risk of falling. the black leather jacket hugged his body just right, the dark jeans didn't seem to be that tight on his lower body, just accentuating the curves of his thighs. and wow, what an ass.

his back was turned the whole time. he carefully removed his helmet, combing his hair back, but he didn't seem satisfied with the result when he looked at his own reflection in a car window. so, he pulled out a small comb that was in his back pocket, combing his hair back until he thought it looked presentable enough, slicked back to the last hair.

he put the comb inside his pocket and pulled out his phone from the front pocket. your heart raced. coud be him?

your phone vibrated in your hand. you looked at the screen, a message from alex popped on your screen.

‘’i’m here.’’

you froze in place, like your feet were glued on the floor. you looked back at the exact moment he turned around.

yeah, it was him.

fuck, fuck, fuck. it was him.

alex was more intimidating in person. not in a bad way, though.

he wasn't that tall. but well, you didn't expect him to be as tall as a lamppost either. he was tall enough to make you stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to kiss him. pale skin under the streetlights, dark hair slicked back and covered in hair gel that made the shiny strands stay in place. it suited him well, although you were used to seeing him with a bit more unruly hair. but it matched his thin face, vibrant ebony eyes, thin, slightly pursed mouth. and oh, of course... the nose. the fucking charming nose. better in person. so much better.

‘’hello you.’’ he greeted you as soon as his eyes met your figure not so far from him. ‘’hope i didn't make you wait too long.’’

‘’you're here.’’ you said almost in a whisper while you put your cell phone back in your purse. you're acting a bit awkwardly, but you couldn't help it.

‘’guess i am.’’ he chuckled, standing in front of you, not knowing exactly how to greet you. he didn't want to admit that he was also nervous to see you. ‘’can i hug you?’’

‘’y-yes, of course.’’ you chuckled, watching him bend down just a little so he could hug you properly, wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. you wrapped your arms around his neck, really sure that you would need to stand on your tiptoes if you wanted to be at his height.

‘’mhm, there we go. you smell so good.’’ he muttered, running his nose over your shoulder, not touching your neck. he didn't want to sound so invasive.

funny, because you've done so much over video call. and now you're here, acting awkwardly like two teenagers.

you smiled weakly. you already expected this compliment, yet you’re giggling internally. ‘‘do you like it?’’ you asked, not failing to notice that he also smelled good. something woody, accentuating the masculinity he exuded along with the freshness of the hair gel.

‘’yeah. all for me?’’ he said, taking one last deep breath before breaking the hug, letting you return to your normal posture. you chuckled, seeing him gesture with his finger for you to take a little turn. very shyly, you did so, eliciting a low whistle from him. ‘’hell, you're even better in person, i'm feeling spoiled already.’’

‘’i have to impress you, don't i?’’ you raised both eyebrows, your palms sweating as you clenched your hands against the strap of your purse.

‘’nah, that's my job. gotta impress you even more now.’’ he chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder so you could head towards the entrance of the movie theater.

you looked over your shoulder, taking a look at the motorcycle. ‘’is that yours?’’ you pointed curiously.

‘’yep. all mine. did you like it?’’ he asked, following your gaze to the parked motorcycle. you nodded. ‘’good. i'll show you better later. if you want, i can even teach you how to drive it.’’

‘’oh, please, don't give me any ideas.’’ you chuckled, already picturing him teaching you everything, telling you the name of each component of the motorcycle, how to accelerate, or how to change gears. you could already see his big hands guiding yours on the motorcycle's handlebars.

‘’don't worry love, you'll be fine, i’ll show you everything you need to know.’’ he said, giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. ‘’so... do you know which movie you want to see?’’

you took a quick look at the catalog, seeing which movies were showing. none of them interested you visually speaking. you looked back at him. you didn't even need to say anything. after all, he wasn't interested in any movie either. deep down, you both knew that the movie would just be an excuse.

‘’it's ok. let's see this one.’’ he pointed to a random one, you didn't even have time to read the title because he was already holding your hand to go to the ticket office. there was no queue at all, so you didn't have to worry about that. ‘’good evening. i'll take two tickets for that movie over there.’’ he said to the clerk, who had a bored look on his face while he was fiddling with his cell phone.

you were already opening your purse to get your wallet when alex glanced at you, frowning immediately.

‘’what are you doing?’’ he asked, holding your wrist, making you stop and look at him.

‘’i'm going to…’’ you pointed to the ticket office. ‘’pay for my ticket.’’

he looked at you, almost dumbfounded. then, he laughed softly, shaking his head.

‘’none of that. leave it to me.’’ he said. you felt kind of stupid because he acted and said it like it was something unacceptable.

‘’alex, i'm used to paying for my ticket, it's ok…’’ you told him, not really caring, but he shook his head again. well, if you were stubborn, he made sure to be worse than you.

‘’used to it? damn, did those blokes made you pay for your ticket?’’ he asked, genuinely concerned, taking his wallet out of his front pocket.

you didn't answer. there was no need to answer since he was right. you had already lost count of how many bad dates you had been on and how many times you had had to pay for your ticket. it was ridiculous to think about it sometimes.

his frown softened as did his voice. ‘’not with me, hm? now be good and sit over there while i finish up here.’’ he said, letting go of your wrist and pointing to one of the cushioned chairs in the hall. ‘’do you want popcorn? soda?’’

‘’no, i'm good.’’ you answered.

‘’mints?’’ he pointed to the glass candy display. you nodded softly, deciding to accept at least a mint gum. you were already feeling weird enough for letting him pay for your ticket. it was unusual for you.

you made your way to one of the chairs, sitting there, crossing your leg while your purse rested on your lap. your phone vibrated again, and you already knew who it was.

‘’should i call the police?’’ your friend's message made you laugh softly, your fingers typing the reply quickly.

‘’you should call the fireman. god, you have no idea how hot he is.’’

she sent you a bunch of emojis, asking for more details. of course you could tell her enough, but not everything. and you wouldn't do it now.

you heard a whistle, seeing that alex was waiting for you with the two tickets in his hand. you stood up, putting your phone away and going to him. ‘’he said that the next session starts in ten minutes, we can get in there if we want.’’ he said, handing you the package with mints.

‘’good, we can find a good place to sit then.’’ you said, holding the packet of mints in your hand, not wanting to open it for now.

alex guided the way, his hand always holding yours as you made your way down the dark hallway to the dimly lit room, the large white screen seemed to hover over you as you climbed the carpeted stairs, being careful not to trip. he scanned the place, not that it was very crowded, just a few people spread out in different places in the seats. he wanted a spot that he knew no one would pay attention to you.

‘’there. sounds great?’’ he pointed to a spot in the first few chairs, right at the top. you nodded, following him until you reached the seats, he let you go first to sit in the chair on the left while he sat to your left. ‘’it's a good spot, hm?’’ he commented to you, taking a look from his point of view, seeing that it was hard for anyone to notice you there. you were sitting almost under the projector, so probably not even the projectionist would be able to see you there.

‘’mhmm, really good.’’ you said, opening the package of mints, putting one in your mouth, feeling the freshness invade your mouth almost instantly. ‘’want one?’’ you asked, handing the package to him.

he alternated his gaze between you and the package, your expecting eyes on him the whole time.

‘’yeah, but... i don't want any of those.’’ he answered and you already felt your throat close up a little. ‘’i want yours. can i have it?’’

fuck, that's it. it's your chance. don't fuck it up.

‘’yeah.’’ you answered, glancing at his arm passing over your shoulder. your stomach seemed to tie a double knot, your heart was beating so fast it felt like you were going to have a heart attack at any moment.

before your eyes could register, his lips touched yours tenderly, savoring the first contact as much as possible, like touching the grass after a rain on a calm afternoon, the smell of wet soil invading your lungs with force while you felt like a flower blooming on the first day of spring.

he was calm, but intense. you couldn't explain it, you could only feel every sensation he brought you with that simple kiss as he tried to taste your mouth when the tip of his tongue passed over your bottom lip. you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding when the kiss deepened, he explored the confines of your mouth as much as he could, swirling his tongue around yours, the mint candy passing from one mouth to the other in an almost frantic manner. his hand tightened on your shoulder, bringing you closer. you didn't even know what to do with your hands, keeping them gripping the arm of the seat.

you broke the kiss when you were forced to take a breath, panting softly, the candy had disappeared from your mouth, leaving only the slight burn of mint on your taste buds. but still, the taste of his kiss prevailed.

‘’wow.’’ he was the first to break the silence, running his thumb over your bottom lip, cleaning the trace of saliva from there. ‘’i think i accidentally swallowed the candy.’’

you chuckled, not really caring about it, your mind in a spiral, his kiss fresh on your lips like fresh paint. ‘’there's more here if you want it.’’ you replied, watching him shake his head slightly, his eyes drinking in your almost silhouette in the low light of the movie theater, he heard murmurs around, but nothing that took his attention away from you.

‘’maybe later, love. it was just an excuse for me to be able to kiss you.’’ he whispered, pecking your lips, making you practically beg for more as you tilted your head towards him, searching for his lips like a magnet. he let out a small chuckle. ‘’did you like it that much?’’

‘’you're a good kisser.’’ you admitted quietly. he really was a good kisser. you didn't know if it was because of your bad kissing history, but you also didn't want to burn your neurons thinking about it. you wanted his kiss again. and again. and again.

and he would be more than happy to give it to you.

he kissed you again, his lips searching for the perfect rhythm, still trying to fit together as precisely as a jigsaw puzzle. his breathing was heavy, the air exhaled through his nose and hit your cheek, the texture of his wet lips against yours brought you the feeling of being completely ecstatic as he moved his tongue, as if he was inviting yours to a slow dance.

his right hand passed over yours, his thumb lightly caressing your knuckles and fingers, sliding over the silver ring you had on your middle finger. you sighed softly when the hand that was on top of yours rested on your bare knee. before you could break the kiss again due to lack of air, a loud noise echoed through the speakers spread throughout the movie theater, startling both of you. oh, damn trailers.

‘’you good?’’ he asked, merely amused that you were startled by it, both of his hands rubbing your shoulder and knee simultaneously.

‘’yeah, just... unexpected.’’ you chuckled, feeling his lips pressing a small kiss on your forehead, giving you time to recover and maybe get in the mood again as the trailers played on the huge screen.

you felt comfortable enough to lay your head on his shoulder, the strands of your hair tickling his nose as he turned his face to place a tender kiss on the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment, inhaling the scent of your shampoo on your soft locks, almost burying his face there.

‘’i love how you smell. really.’’ he said softly, as if he was admitting more to himself than to you. he couldn't help it, as if everything inside him was succumbing to you. he didn't expect this on a first date, but he wasn't trying hard to stop it either.

‘’hm?’’ you asked, moving your head so you could look at him, waiting for him to repeat himself because you really hadn't heard, the sound of the voices from the movie forced him to speak louder or get closer to your ear.

but he didn't answer you. he kissed you instead, feeling the sweetness of your lips pressed against his. this almost made him groan, his desire increasing with each caress exchanged, with each miserable sigh you let out. the hand that was on your knee went up to your thigh, feeling more precisely how soft your skin was. the feeling stretched the smile on his lips.

‘’just the way i imagined. god, you have no idea how much i wanted to touch you like this. how much i craved this...’’ he whispered between your lips, feeling your warm breath hitting his lips. you were already numb, if you weren't sitting down, you were definitely on the floor, your senses seemed to be reduced to dust at this moment. ‘’so soft…’’ he whispered again, sinking his fingers into the warm flesh of your thigh, threatening to advance under your dress.

‘’alex…’’ you whispered back, your voice a mix of desire and nervousness. and as always, he knew it.

‘’is it okay if i touch you?’’ he asked, his head tilted back so he could look you in the eyes, seeking the assurance that it would be okay if he continued. you nodded, your desire speaking louder than any other insecurity or fear. you mentally thanked yourself for having shaved during the shower. not that you were expecting it, but... well, you were.

he kept his face close to yours, watching every single expression as his hand inched closer, your heat radiating more and more as you bit your lip in anticipation and excitement. he palmed your core, raising his eyebrows in a slight surprise.

‘’fuck, baby. soaked already. i didn't even do anything.’’ he let out in a sly tone, his fingers collecting your wetness over your panties, almost making you whine. he was delicate, he wanted to discover everything about you little by little, despite having already seen your cunt on video call. but it was different in person.

he teased you over the thin and wet material, almost feeling your folds molding in the panties, sticking and soaking even more when he found your clit, the bud marking the spot for being so swollen and needy.

instantly, it was like a switch had turned in his head. he didn't want to touch you anymore. he wanted to taste you. eat you. devour you.

you watched as he got on his knees on the carpeted floor, crawling that narrow and tight hallway just to stand in front of you. you widen your eyes a bit, getting a little alarmed by the idea.

‘’what are you going to do?’’

‘’gonna eat you out, babe. no one will see me, i promise. only you.’’ he answered, his hands going to your knees, looking up at you. your face was lit only by the movie screen, the flashes illuminating your insecure expressions more and more. ‘’need to taste you, please.’’

please. again.

your hands itched. you wanted this so much, so much. but you were also scared, a huge impasse. a voice in your head told you to go and another told you not to go. but oh, those big puppy eyes looking up at you was your undoing.

‘’okay.’’ you agreed, lifting your hips so he could take off your panties, each act increased the flow of adrenaline running through your veins, your body heated up as well as the rest of your organism as he held your knees, spreading your legs for him.

he held your panties, his fist closing around the lace, feeling the gluey wetness against his palm, making his cock twitch inside his jeans. he was hungry. so hungry for you.

‘’closer.’’ he urged, pulling your hips, leaving your ass almost off the chair, your body in a position almost lying on the armchair, your eyes wandering around before returning to him, his breath creeping up on your thigh. ‘’that's it, baby. you okay?’’ he asked, wanting one last confirmation that everything was okay with you before he continued.

‘’mhm... taste me, al. please.’’ you whispered to him, lust filled eyes looking down at him in a silent plea.

and nothing else was needed. no words, no encouragement. it was like the starting gun for alex to just bury his face between your legs, his greedy tongue sliding along your vulva, from bottom to top, collecting your juices. it was like he was tasting a drink for the first time. but it wasn't like he was eating pussy for the first time. but it was your pussy. it was different. he didn't know exactly what it was, but it was different, it made him want to get drunk, to drown in your ocean.

‘’my god, so fucking good…’’ he mumbled against your folds, moving his lips up to suck your clit, sucking so hard that you closed your legs around his head with equal force, your hands gripped the armrest of the seats until the blood stopped circulating in your hands, turning it white. “sorry, did i hurt you?” he paused, looking up at you.

“n-no, you were just... hasty.” you replied after blinking a few times, loosening the grip of your legs around his head, feeling the soft touch of his hands on your inner thighs, pushing your legs apart again, keeping his hands there to hold you in case you close them again.

“sorry. gonna take it slow for you, honey.” he apologized, feeling a little guilty for having done that on the first contact.

but it was a little difficult for him to control himself. since he saw you last time, he had lost count of how many times he fucked his own fist imagining himself like that, rubbing his face in your pussy, sucking, licking, biting, touching every single inch of that area. it was like a personal achievement.

now, he knew he needed to take it slow. he wanted to make it good for you, to make you whimper his name and reduce you to a mess in that seat. he looked up at you, taking the sight of your scrunched face, your eyes leaving his to look around, making sure no one was looking.

god, he had such a good tongue. you were already sure of that when he kissed you, but you really weren't expecting it to be even better as he lapped your folds calmly, but with that hint of hunger deep down. he mumbled something that you didn't even hear or try to understand, your head falling back slightly, your saliva running down your throat with difficulty. then, he tapped your thigh, catching your attention.

“can you do me a favor, love?” he asked, taking a breath that he didn't even know he needed, his lips were already starting to get swollen. “give me a mint.” he pointed to the package next to you. you looked back at him, deciphering what he was thinking of doing. “you'll like it, trust me.”

and you trusted him.

you took a candy from the package carefully, the green tiny ball stayed in the palm of your hand until you brought it to your mouth. he hummed in gratitude, feeling the freshness mixing with the taste of your pussy on his tongue.

you felt your heart pounding against your chest, your face boiling red. he was no different, and for him it was a little worse, because he already felt that familiar feeling in the lower region, his jeans getting tighter at every moment. he wanted to release, he needed it. but he wanted to take care of you first.

his tongue meets your meaty slimy folds once again, you gasped when you felt it burn a little, but not in a bad way. it was a cooling burn, like an ice cube sliding up and down your pussy, making the mint press on your clit while he slobbered on your cunt like a starving man.

“good?” he muttered to you, looking up. you were a mess, shaking and squirming at his ministrations.

“s-so good, please… more.” you babbled as he gave a smirk at your answer. his thumb moved to press on your clit, feeling it pulsing, craving, almost screaming his name.

“i'm gonna ruin it.” you whispered, afraid that you would mess up his perfectly slicked back hair.

“gonna give you more, baby. your pussy is so delicious, holy shit.” his filthy mouth only sent shivers down your spine, the freshness and the eager way he eats you out made you see stars before your eyes, little twinkling dots as you felt a knot forming at the pit of your belly. you trembled, your hands gripping the arms of the seat, needing to ground yourself. “my hair, sweetie. you can grab it.” he hummed, holding your wrists, bringing your hands to his hair, the hair gel felt cool in your palms.

“i don't fucking care. make a mess, babe.” his voice sounded almost harsh as his hands returned to your plushy thighs, his sloppy tongue moving across your labia and clit, making your cunt pulse in an overwhelming rhythm.

it all seemed too much for you. the adrenaline, the hunger, the filthy words infesting your mind. your eyes rolled back as you gripped his greasy hair, a few strands falling down his sweaty forehead. you couldn't hold on for any longer.

“al, 'm gonna cum…” you choked as your hips bucked, almost like you're trying to run away from his mouth.

“fuck yes, come on my mouth, please, please…” he grunted, your words settling in his mind like a command. he grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place, his rolling tongue snaking through your folds and teasing your gaping entrance before your entire body shook, your back arching in the chair in an erotic way as your thighs clamped shut as you trembled, milking on his tongue.

you gasped for air, your fingers still clenching in his hair as he drank every last drop of your release, sucking it all in like he was a vacuum cleaner until he lifted his head again, his mouth coated and glistening, totally covered in you.

“fuck, i can't explain…” he breathed out. he almost came in his pants at that, as embarrassing as it was for him to admit. he wouldn't even dare palm himself now, any touch now would be dangerous and he would have a lot of work to clean it up later. “so fucking good, i swear. god, it was better than i imagined.”

you let out a breathless laugh, taking the sight of him on his knees, his forehead resting on your knee for a second as he caught his breath.

“i need to fuck you.”

a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words. you were never the type of person to have sex on the first date. but no, you weren't going to deny it. not when you wanted it as much as he did. not when he was different.

“and i need you to fuck me.”

the movie theater was behind you as your hurried footsteps made your way outside. your heart was beating as fast as your steps, you were even walking faster than him, his hand holding yours while the other hand still held your panties inside his closed fist. yeah, you didn't even bother to put it on. it’s not like you're going to need it now.

“motel?” he asked you. you shook your head. your adventurous spirit was at its peak now, and besides... you trusted him, but not enough to let him take you to a motel.

“no, i was thinking about…” you said, stopping when you got close to his motorcycle. at this point, it was the only motorcycle parked there, and there were only three other cars there, all considerably far from where you were.

“here?” he asked you, raising his eyebrows. he looked around. it was a quiet spot. it wasn't as well lit as the rest of that almost deserted parking lot. ‘’on my bike?’’ he asked again as he saw you leaning to support your weight a little on the leather seat. you swallowed a little, not knowing if he thought it was a good idea. or if he wouldn't like it.

‘’we don't have to…’’

‘’i want to.’’ alex approached you, putting his helmet on the ground near the front wheel of the bike and you did the same with your purse. he caged you between his body and the motorcycle, his arms on either side of your body, the heat of his body transmitting to yours. ‘’i just think you deserve to be fucked in a bed.’’

again, his words seemed to light a flame inside you. ‘’we can leave it for next time. i really like your bike.’’ you giggled, feeling his nose touching your cheek as he kissed your jaw. he smiled against your skin. you’re already thinking about the next time.

‘’course you did, huh? alright then. gonna fuck you from behind, what do you think?’’ he suggested, making you spin on your heels, your lower belly touching the leather seat, feeling his hard cock almost poking your ass if it weren't for the layers of clothes getting in the way. you could feel how thick he is. just like in the photos and videos.

alex didn't want to waste time. he handed you your panties so you could hold them yourself, soon having his hands free to unbuckle his belt and lower the zipper of his jeans, putting his hand inside his boxers to take out his pulsing and aching length of that tightness that felt like a prison.

he pumped his cock a few times while his other hand was lost inside his pants pocket, taking his wallet to take out a condom from inside.

‘’i can't see a damn thing.’’ he complained softly, searching for the foil package in the compartments of his wallet, finally finding it after a thorough search, ripping the packaging with his teeth and rolling it on his cock. ‘’you good?'' he asked, kissing your bare shoulder, his body molding against yours like a lego piece fitting together.

‘’mhmm, can't wait…’’ you nodded eagerly, bending your body a bit more on the motorcycle, feeling him lift the hem of your dress a bit, almost twisting the fabric as he closed his fist against it to keep it above your tailbone.

‘’such a greedy girl, huh? all shy when you saw me and now you're practically begging me to fuck you on top of my motorcycle.’’ he teased you, sliding his already condom-covered cock through your sticky folds before lining his fat tip at your entrance. ‘’are you a virgin?’’

‘’no.’’ you answered without having to think much.

‘’good.’’ he replied. not that he would have a problem if you were, but he felt like he would have to be a lot more careful. and that it should preferably be in a bed and not on top of a motorcycle.

god, you both were on fire. all the video calls, all the times he masturbated in front of the camera for you, all the nights he daydreamed about you, none of it came close to this moment. he have you, all of you, including your pussy, all to himself so he could fuck you senseless.

his tip slowly nudged and stretched you, an almost pathetic moan dared to escape your lips as you balanced yourself, letting your weight fall on the bike. he almost let a whine escape as he felt the warmth of your pussy. god, he couldn't even measure how much he wanted this, how much he had desired this since the moment he saw you.

‘’ready?’’ he asked one last time, his breath threatening to fail, his cock was already aligned, he just needed to push, your pussy was so wet from your own wetness and his spit from earlier.

‘’please…’’ you whined, looking at him over your shoulder, feeling his hand go to your waist to squeeze and bring some stability to him.

so, he didn't hold back. alex tortuously stretched your cunt as he began thrusting deliciously slowly, his bulky cock pushing past your tight gummy walls until he bottomed out.

‘’fuck.’’ he said between gritted teeth at the feeling of your pussy already clenching around him, so tightly that it was almost hard to move. ‘’sure you’re not a virgin? so fucking tight.’’

you could chuckle at his words if you weren’t trying to get used to him. ‘’you're the one who's too much for me.’’ you replied. you weren't used to this. when you saw his cock on the screen of your laptop, you knew it was big, but you didn't know you'd have to work to accommodate it, you didn't know he'd stretch you so much.

‘’easy, baby. let me in.’’ he coaxed you. ‘’shit, you're so…’’ he grunted again, swallowing thickly. he didn't know if it was because he was really horny for that moment or if it was because you were really tight. maybe both.

your hands gripped the leather of the seat, your palms sweating more as you tried to relax for him, letting alex pump his cock in and out of you, your cunt swallowing and sucking him up, almost trapping him inside you.

‘’yeah, just like this, doing so good, let me fuck you good, hm?’’ he whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe, starting to thrust at a gradually increasing pace. he released your dress, bringing his hand to your cheek, pinching it slightly, making your skin flush where he pinched.

‘’fuck, you feel so good, so thick…’’ you gasped, your eyes getting glassy because while it felt good, it was also too much for you. he smiled cockily at your praise, holding your chin with his thumb and index finger, making you turn your face so you could look at him.

‘’yeah, baby? do you like my cock? it's so much better in person, hm? you're sucking him whole already.’’ he mumbled, pounding into your pussy with purpose. your eyes closed shut, an almost pornographic moan escaping your lips.

alex could scold you not to moan so loud because they were in public, but fuck, he liked it. he loved watching you practically cry while he fucked you dumb like he hated you. he loved praise you. and you loved being praised. not by anyone, but by him.

this was definitely the most intense, rough and nasty sex you had ever experienced. and you didn't know how much you loved it until you felt his cock filling your warm and wet cunt, you didn't know if the squeaking sound was because of the bike rocking to your rhythm or if it was your pussy that was so wet it was starting to squish.

you whimpered when his hand wrapped around your throat, the cold metal of his ring pressed right into your windpipe making you want to cough amidst your moans. his belt buckle hit your thigh, the tingling sound echoing through your ears as he thrusted hard into you, your greedy pussy was already creaming him to the brim, his abs tensed with the familiar feeling of an approaching climax.

you started to feel that pressure building right below your belly button, your knees threatening to fail, and his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you up. alex angled his hips, hitting your spot right on target, making you mewl, closing your eyes shut. he watched your face, knowing he had hit it. so he did it again. and again. and again.

‘’gonna cum for me again?’’ he asked with a satisfied smile on his lips, seeing you nodding immediately. ‘’yeah?’’' and he hitted that spot again, rolling his hips, the soft skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis, you could feel that region of him more assertively, feeling that the area had been trimmed. no pubic hair. at least not now on this first date.

‘’gonna cum for you, al, i'm gonna-’’ you stammered, almost letting a bit of saliva escape your mouth. you were so fucked up in a literal way, you could barely remember where you were and what day it was.

you clenched hard around his cock, almost making him stop. he let out a whimper. oh god, a whimper. you've heard him moan before, but they were rough, throaty moans. it was a whimper, a plea, a sign that he was getting sensitive and that he would cum at any moment, just waiting for you.

alex kissed your neck, doing his best not to leave visible marks on you, sinking inside you with lazy and sloppily thrusts, his fat tip hitting your cervix over and over again. your smell mixed with sweat felt like something heavenly, making him want to live in your skin, live inside you forever if it meant continuing to have this feeling.

your eyes rolled as you felt your orgasm hitting you like a bullet. your toes curled, your legs closed and your knees gave out as you whined, but he thrusted harder, forcing you to stand up again to finish, you squealed at how deliciously rough he was with you.

‘’wish i could fill you up with my cum, baby.’’ he groaned, his words already tying his own mind in knots, a chill ran through his body like electricity at the thought of filling you with his cum, marking you with it to the brim, and that was enough for him to cum, his hot cum shooting up your walls, being contained by the condom. you felt everything heat up even more inside you. ‘’mmm fucking hell…’’ he exhaled, his body stopping completely when he felt there was nothing left to come out, he had already emptied himself completely inside you. or rather, the condom.

you were shaking, still experiencing the aftershocks of your orgasm, feeling him loosen his grip on your throat, his fingers running through your hair, removing some from your sweaty face.

‘’are you okay?’’ he asked, searching your face. you licked your puffy pouty lips, a fucked out expression plastered on your face as a low chuckle escaped.

‘’yeah. i just need some time.’’ you admitted. he hummed in agreement.

‘’i'm gonna pull out, okay?’’ he announced softly, his hand on your waist lightly caressing you with his thumb as he disconnected from you, you hissed at the feeling. your sore pussy was already used to him as if it no longer made sense not to feel him filling you anymore. ‘’there you go, babe.’’ he cooed, massaging your lower back as you took a breath and found the strength to stand up.

he discarded the used condom, his sensitive and sticky cock was already inside his boxers. you turned around to see him, he was a fucking sight to behold. he smiled at you, a fucked out expression was also tattooed on his face along with his messy hair.

‘’what?’’ he asked, buckling his belt again.

‘’you're so hot.’’ you said almost in a whisper.

‘’uh oh. you're flattering me already.’’ he chuckled, almost shy at your compliment, circling his arms around you, caressing your exhausted body. alex kissed the top of your head, acting so delicate like he wasn’t fucking you like you’re a slut minutes ago. ‘’that was amazing, really. you are amazing.’’

you smiled, letting him spread sweet kisses over the top of your head. it wasn't like an aftercare in bed, with cuddles and a hot bath afterwards, but it was enough for you now. he was enough for you now.

‘’want some water?' i can buy some for us.’’ he asked you. you shook your head, even though your throat was dry now, you didn't want to bother him. he could sense it. ‘’you’re so stubborn.’’ he grumbled in a playful way, breaking the hug. ‘’be right back.’’

you laughed foolishly, watching him go back to the movie theater. you took the opportunity to put your panties back on, the lace panties were in your hand the whole time and you couldn't stay without your underwear all the time. alex came back with a bottle of cold water for you a few minutes later. you drank half of the bottle, leaving the other half for him. he let out a satisfied sigh when he finished, throwing the plastic bottle in the trash.

‘’can i take you home?’’

you thought about the offer. your parents couldn't even dream of seeing you arrive on a motorcycle owned by a 'stranger' but you also didn't want to turn down his ride.

‘’sure.’’ you smiled at him, accepting the ride. alex had an extra helmet that he kept under the seat of his motorcycle. not that he always took someone with him, it was more for occasional situations like this.

soon enough, you were on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist. alex would sometimes accelerate exaggeratedly just to irritate you, your voice almost shrill amidst the frenzy of the streets telling him to slow down. he laughed and you laughed along, pinching his belly over the fabric of his shirt as you felt him speeding his bike through the streets. you loved the adrenaline, the wind cutting through your face partially covered by the helmet and the low sound of his laughter when you told him to slow down a little.

you had already hitched a ride on a motorcycle a few times, but now, somehow, it felt different. as if your body next to his warmed you up more than usual as you held on tight to him whenever he accelerated after the traffic light turned green.

and this heat got worse when you looked at him in the right rearview mirror, seeing that the helmet covered part of his face, leaving only his eyes focused on the traffic visible, his huge nose and a small part of his upper lip. you have to say that you had a certain kind of meltdown when he caught you looking at him by looking at your reflection in the mirror.

soon, he was parking his motorcycle next to your house, you asked him to drop you off a few houses earlier so as not to run any risks. deep down, you wished he would take longer to get there, but you didn't dare say it out loud as you handed the helmet back to him. there was still a hint of afterglow in the air as he put the helmet back in silence.

‘’so, did you like the movie?’’ he asked in a playful way. obviously he wasn't referring to the movie. you giggled.

‘’yeah. very much.’’ you smiled at him, feeling his arms back to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘’i loved it. i loved meeting you. you're so fucking prettier in person.’’ he said, taking in the sight of you under the amber streetlight.

he couldn't help but want to kiss you, making you have to tilt your face so your head wouldn't hit the visor of his helmet. you could taste yourself in his mouth, but you weren't the least bit worried about it, wanting to savor this moment before he left.

‘’i'll see you next week?’’ he asked after breaking the kiss, his face still close to yours.

‘’next week?’’ you asked, blinking a few times.

‘’yeah. there's going to be a get-together at the pub where i work next saturday.’’ he replied, making an informal invitation to you.

you needed to think a little. you didn't usually go to pubs, much less at night. you really needed to think before accepting. he smiled at you, pinching your cheek.

‘’don't worry, you'll have time to think. but the entrance is free.’’ he pecked your lips one last time. ‘’and i'll make sure to make the best margarita you've ever had in your life.’’

a/n: riiiiight. this is my first note here after post something, just a taglist for my babe 'cause she asked me to: @thenightslikeawhirlwind

(let me know if you want to be tagged too :3)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Three's a Crowd 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Abnesti, Steve Rogers, Steve Kemp

Summary: You’re offered a deal without all the details.

Note: happy friday

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your eyes stray to the table of cookies again. In the rush of days, blending together with back to back shifts and disparate hours of sleep, you lost track of yourself. When you finally thought to eat, you found an empty cupboard and just as desolate bank account. Rent, electricity, all that ate away at your already leaking reservoir.

Your stomach grumbles and you clasp your hands together, pushing on your middle to ease the clenching. You're so hungry you can barely focus on Caroline. You blink and make yourself listen. You don't want to be disrespectful.

If Kelsey is on shift tonight, she'll let you snag a bag of fries at least. Not the best meal, but something.

You feel weak the more you think about food. A bit dizzy. As you push your shoulders back, your eyes meet another pair. Steve smiles at you from behind his square glasses. You rock and give a sheepish grin.

You do your best to stay alert. You have a half-shift after this and you're not sure how you'll get through. You should have skipped today.

When at last the session lets out, you hurry to join the line, checking your phone for the time. You don't want to miss the bus.

"Working after?" Steve startles you as you shuffle up the table and reach for a cookie. The white macadamia are your favourite. You keep from scarfing it down as you so desperately want to.

"Um, yes," you reply.

"Bus?" He takes a cookie and bites into it with a hum. You're salivating.

"Yeah," you cough. "I should go catch it."

You wrap your cookie in a napkin and step out of queue. He follows.

"Would you like a ride?" He offers.

You nearly trip, "oh no, I couldn't. That's so kind though."

"I don't mind." He drawls. "You work a lot?"

"I guess. But really, you don't have to--"

"You look as if you might fall asleep on the bus," he muses.

"Oh, no, I'm... fine."

"Well, I do hate to keep you then but I hoped to speak with you about something."

"Me?" You utter in surprise.

"Yes, well, we all know each other here. I just thought... well, we all seem rather lonely, don't we?"

"Sure, uh," you look down at the cookie then him. "Alright, I'll take the ride. Can I give you some change for gas."

"Please, don't you even fret," he waves you off.

He follows you to the door and holds it open. You go ahead of him and nibble on the cookie, unable to resist anymore. He points you across the lot to the same car he drove past your window. The memory makes you cringe.

You stop outside the passenger door and chew furiously. He climbs in the other side, "coming?"

"I don't want to get crumbs in your car."

"No worry, please. It's cold."

You look down at your sweater. You're shivering. You're not so much used to the bluster as done fighting it. You cover the cookie and put it in your pocket. You dust off your chest and hands before you get in.

He turns the engine as you buckle your seat belt. A smooth hum rolls through the car. It's so nice you feel as if you might mess it up just by looking.

"Um, so," you begin as he backs out. "What did you want to talk about? I hope... when I asked about your wife, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Oh no, that's what these meetings are, right? We're supposed to talk about all that." He steers and glances over at you. "I appreciated you asking. You're a really sweet girl, you know that?"

'Sweet girl.' The way he says it makes you feel even small. That and how big he is. "Thanks, Steve..."

"I was only thinking. About you," he keeps one hand on the wheel as he leans his other elbow on the arm rest. "Working in that window. Two jobs, you said?"

"Yeah, one's only part-time."

"Still a lot." He remarks.

"But er, well, it's not... you don't need to worry about it."

"I do," he insists.

"Why, uh, well, we don't really know each other." You say as you peer put the window, your words sending a chill through you. You don't know much about Steve and you're in his car.

"I know you work hard. I know things have changed a lot for you since your grandmother passed. And you know how I understand that. That I'm going through the same..."

"Yeah, everyone in the group, I guess, um," you babble dumbly.

"I was only thinking... well, you lost more than your grandmother. You lost a whole life. You've had to adapt a lot more than the rest of us." He pauses and your stomach growls loudly. You wince. "Is that cookie all you've had?"

You shrug, "Steve, I hope... I hope you don't think I'm that helpless."

"Helpless, no, but we could all use help from time to time." He slows as he rolls into the lot of the fast food restaurant. The ride was a lot quicker than the bus. "Which is what I'm offering. Help."

"Ah, oh," you sink. "Is it that obvious?"

"You had a nice wool coat a month ago. You didn't have to fight to stay awake. You... spoke a lot more--"

"Right," you sniff. "It's nice of you to offer but I gotta learn to do things on my own now."

"Do you?" He angles in his seat. "Sweetie, it's no big deal."

"It is to me. I don't even know-- what is it? A job? You know I don't have a degree."

"Mmm, no," he pokes the tip of his tongue out and looks away. "Not a job, but... it isn't safe for you to be taking the bus so late. And definitely not good to be sitting in that cold window for hours."

"Steve, please, you're embarrassing me."

"I... I don't mean to so I'll be honest. I lost my wife, I miss her terribly. And you lost the person who took care of you. So we could... help each other fill that void."

You squint at him then your phone. You have ten minutes. You sigh.

"I don't know--"

"I am trying to be delicate here but... there's men who pay for girls like you. They pay a lot."

"What?" Your voice cracks. "You-- I'm not a prostitute. I--" you pull on the door handle but it doesn't budge. "Let me out. I can't believe-- I never even-- how--"

"I know you haven't before. Which is what I'm saying. I'll pay to be your first--"

You turn to him and hit his arm, "that's...wrong."

"I know. I'm just so... I would make it special, sweetie."

He reaches for you and you push yourself against the car door. Your eyes prick and you swat his hand away. You're humiliated that he would even think you would do that.

"Steve," you reach into your purse and take out a handful of change. You drop it in the cupholder and turn to unlock the door. He touches your shoulder and you shrug him off as you escape. "Thanks for the ride."

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 2 years ago

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ruin (6)*

warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, unprotected sex, oral

summary: in which harry takes yn on a nice picnic date and they go all the way

a/n: well guys, it’s been a longgggg time coming, but ruin is officially complete!!!🥳🥳🥳🥲🥲. i do have a couple ideas about some extras though, if you guys are interested in that. thank you so much for all of the love and support <3

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~one month later~

yn is just finishing up her makeup with the application of her favorite gloss, double checking for imperfections when her phone rings. she doesn’t even have to check to know that it’s harry alerting her of his arrival, ready for their date tonight. so she presses her screen to answer as she hurriedly grabs her purse.

“hello?” she picks up, trying to keep her voice level to sound as if she’s not literally running around her room right now. grabbing her desired scent for the day, she sprays the perfume in the ideal places and rests the phone between her shoulder and ear.

“hi, angel. ‘m outside whenever you’re ready, but there’s no need to rush,” he reassures her, a grin on his face at her failed attempt at feigning calm. he drums his fingers against the steering wheel with a chuckle as he hears her quiet but unmistakable sigh of relief.

“i’m on my way down now, actually, i won’t be long,” she replies, finally taking a moment to breathe. she hears him hum on the other end of the line before acknowledging her words, and they end the call quickly. yn takes her time, but not too much time, as she slips on her shoes and grabs a sweater to throw over her pretty summer dress, just in case the weather gets a bit chilly.

she takes one last glance at herself and checks her purse to double check she isn’t leaving anything before she’s heading out the door and to harry’s car, where he’s patiently waiting. when he sees her approaching his face lights up so bright it makes her heart melt, and he’s scrambling to get out of the car to greet her.

meeting her at the passenger side door, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans down to press a kiss to her lips but ultimately changes route to her cheek, remembering the story she once told him about kissing with her freshly glossed lips. her arms come up over his shoulders to wrap around his neck, and he’s caught by surprise when she presses her lips to his anyways.

harry can’t help but pull her closer and smile into the kiss, loving the way she simply doesn’t care about that sort of thing when it comes to him. they’re like that for just a few more moments, the both of them begrudgingly pulling away. they can’t resist one last sweet peck before harry’s stepping away and opening the car door for her, not even bothering to wipe the gloss away that’d transferred from her lips to his.

yn passes him a grateful smile and gets in the car, nodding to harry when she’s settled as a signal to close the door. he does so and jogs around to his side, hopping in and starting the car to begin the drive. turning out onto the main road, harry grabs his phone from the middle console and passes it to yn, briefly taking his eyes off the road seeing that she’s a bit confused.

“did you want to turn on some music while we drive? ‘s a bit of a ride there, don’t want y’to get bored of me,” he explains, hearing a small ‘ah’ of realization from his girl. she wastes no more time, unlocking his phone and opening his music app. a dimpled grin forms on harry’s face when he hears the unmistakable tune of ‘go your own way’ by fleetwood mac starting, the same song they listened to on the way to their first date at the diner.

she queues up a few more songs as the both of them hum along, and when she has what should be enough, she places the phone back where it’d been before harry picked it up. her hand naturally gravitates toward her lap to rest there, but the action is interrupted by harry’s warm hand, quickly intertwining their fingers before she can complete it.

a small smile forms on her face as she glances at him, watching him act as if he hasn’t done anything. she simply lifts his hand to her lips and presses a kiss to the back of it before letting their hands rest in her lap, humming along to the music as she looks out the car window.

the ride doesn’t seem as long as harry thought it would, and with all of the singing and conversation they have, before he knows it they’ve arrived at the park. he drives as slow as possible as they enter just so he can see yn’s reaction to the scenery, his heart melting as he watches the way her face lights up when she sees the pretty flowers that line the entrance of the park.

she swoons at all of the butterflies around, the ducks in a pond nearby, and all of it just confirms each and every thought he’s ever had of spending the rest of his life with her. harry continues driving until he can see the area he’d previously scouted out, parking the car near it. he hops out the car and runs around to her side, opening the door and squatting down next to her.

“i’m gonna go over and set up, angel, then i’ll be right back to get you, alright?” he questions, his eyes taking in every square inch of her face as if he’ll ever forget it. he takes her hand in his as she nods, bringing it to his lips briefly before standing up and heading to the trunk of the car.

he quickly grabs everything out that he needs; blankets, the food, a pillow for her to rest on if she’d like to, drinks, and the small bag that holds the toys he’s brought if she wants to use them. closing the trunk, he hauls everything over to the spot he’d chosen, maneuvering through the few trees until he sees the huge clearing of land, perfectly hidden for peak privacy. there’s a small pond just ahead with some ducks swimming around, and he knows yn would love to feed them when she sees them. harry quickly sets everything up how he wants it, making sure everything is perfect before he stands up to head back to his girl.

making his way through the trees once more, he has the brightest dimpled smile on his face the moment his car is in his line of sight. he can see yn sitting there and waiting patiently for his return, doing something on her phone. she looks up and gives him a bright smile when she sees him, harry opening the door so that she can hop out. he closes the door and she practically skips toward the trees she’d watched him go through, harry having to jog a bit to keep up.

when they make it through the maze of trees, he can’t help the way his smile gets brighter when he hears her gasp at the sight of the picnic. all of her favorite fruits, drinks, and her favorite sandwich from the diner they went to on their first date. all the little things that make her just melt for him, turning her into a puddle of gratitude and thankfulness right before his eyes.

he chuckles when he hears her squeal of excitement as she notices the ducks, pointing to them so that he can see them as well. they get onto the blanket after she gushes over them for a while, harry sitting down first so that yn can sit right across from him, and that she does, digging in as soon as she’s comfortable.

the two snack on fruits and split the sandwich as they talk for a long time, sharing stories from their pasts and their plans for the future. they don’t even realize that they subconsciously get closer and closer with time, until her legs are draped over his lap, harry’s hand running up and down her calf. well, he doesn’t, at least. he doesn’t pick up on the way that some of her sentences die off with each passing of his hand, or the way her breathing picks up whenever his hand goes higher.

not until his hand grazes her knee, finally, and she finally snaps, a quiet moan falling from her lips. harry stops right in the middle of his sentence, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “what was that, angel?” he questions, wanting to make sure she’s alright. “did i hurt you?” he pulls his hand away.

she’s quick to shake her head and reach for him again, and he thinks she’s going to place it back onto her knee but she actually moves further underneath her dress, right to where she needs him. his fingers meet the warmth of her center and he can’t hold back the moan that bubbles in his throat, exploring the area. it’s then that everything hits him, and realization dawns on him. a chuckle and a hum falls from his lips, his hand moving from underneath her dress.

“alright, baby. i see. won’t make you want any longer,” he croons, leaning toward her and pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. she whimpers and leans into his touch before turning her head in search of his lips. he pulls away at the last second, causing her to let out a huff of frustration. “take y’panties off for me, angel. ‘s gonna be plenty of time for you t’kiss me, don’t worry,” he finishes, a smirk playing on his lips.

she hurriedly removes her legs from his lap, standing up and sliding her panties down her legs. she doesn’t bother stepping out of them when they reach the blanket beneath her feet, reaching for the bottom of her dress. harry reaches up and stops her. “keep that on for me, ‘s okay,” he murmurs. she drops the bottom of her dress just as he reaches down to grab the panties from underneath her, causing her to let out a giggle at how the dress sweeps over his face.

harry chuckles just a bit at her before tapping gently at her ankle, and she fully steps out of them for him before dropping down to her knees to sit right in front of hum. grasping them in his hand, he lets out a hum as his eyes flit up to meet hers. he runs his thumb over the center of them, the wetness of the material leaving his thumb a bit wet. holding them up to her, he watches her eyes widen a bit at the sight of the ruined material before she drags them away and off to the side somewhere to look anywhere but him.

he uses his free hand to reach up and gently grip her jaw, turning her head to face him. “no, need you to look at me bunny, it isn’t polite to be somewhere else when i’m in front of you,” he scolds, knowing he isn’t actually upset with her but she needs that in order to obey him. she hesitantly drags her eyes back to his, forcing her embarrassment down. “come down here,” he demands.

she instantly obliges and drops down to her knees before him, trying her hardest not to look away when he holds the ruined panties up to her. “need you to clean them for me, don’t want them to be ruined forever, bunny. ‘s expensive,” he explains vaguely, and she furrows her brows before turning to grab a napkin to clean them. a grunt of disapproval stops her, though, and she turns back to face him. “don’t need that. with your mouth, baby,” he corrects.

her eyes widen slightly at what he’s suggesting, but she’ll do almost anything for him, and although it’s a bit humiliating, it turns her on like no other. squeezing her thighs together, she bites down a moan and grabs the panties from him, flattening the material on her palm so that the crotch section is in her line of sight. she tries to avoid his eyes but she should’ve known better, harry’s hand coming up to grip her chin so their eyes can meet.

the impatient yet oddly calming look in his eyes is the last push she needs, her tongue peeking out of her mouth quickly to get to work on the wet fabric. she moans at the taste of herself, harry’s eyes still boring into hers as she cleans her mess. it’s not long before she cleans as much as she can, holding them up for harry to see.

“good girl,” he hums, taking the panties from her before reaching behind him to grab the bag that holds the toys. retrieving the bag, he turns back to her. the moment her eyes land on the bag, they light up as she has a good feeling about what the contents are. “lie down on your stomach for me, brought a surprise for you,” he grins, and she hurriedly scrambles to do so.

he unzips the bag and grabs the dildo he’d packed, along with some lube although he’s sure he won’t need it with how drenched she is. yn wants nothing more than to watch what he’s doing, but the suspense just makes her all the more excited. zipping the bag back up, he tosses it beside him before opening up the lube and pouring it onto the dildo. when it’s heavily coated, he places the lube down and uses his now free hand to push her dress up over her hips, tapping at her thigh to get her to spread them a bit more.

she takes the hint and does what he signaled, gasping when she almost immediately feels the toy against her heated lower lips. his actions are slow, teasing, even, as he adds more pressure so that the toy spreads her open, but he doesn’t immediately press in into her awaiting hole. with a roll of her eyes and a cry of frustration, she attempts to press her ass toward the toy, earning her a gentle but firm slap on her right ass cheek, a warning.

he isn’t surprised when she doesn’t fight back, and he rewards her lack of retaliation by finally pressing the toy into her, inching it in slowly as she gasps at the intrusion. when it bottoms out he leaves it there for her to adjust for a while, and after a few minutes she starts to get impatient. she tries her hardest not to show it, but he can tell she’s holding back, so he begins to move it inside of her, pulling it out just to push it back in. he keeps his actions steady and precise as her moans pick up, and it’s not long before she’s announcing her quickly approaching orgasm, no more words said as it immediately wracks her body.

she cums around the toy with a loud cry of relief, her body slumping against the blanket beneath her as she rides out the high. harry continues slowly moving the toy inside of her to prolong the orgasm, only stopping when she jolts a bit in overstimulation. he then pulls it out of her as slowly as possible, biting down a moan when he sees the glisten on the toy and her slightly gaping hole clenching around nothing in search of being filled again.

her breaths are still a bit shallow so he helps her out if her dress before urging her onto her back and keeping his hands on her body to ground her. she comes back to him within minutes, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips, swollen from biting them. harry honestly expects her to tap out then and there, tuckered out and ready to go home, but when she sits up to press her lips to his in the most desperate way, he can tell she wants more. and that he’ll give her.

without breaking their lips, harry pushes her onto her back once more, his hands exploring her body. when he reaches her chest, he can’t resist taking her nipples between his fingers and pinching them, just enough to make her moan into his mouth. he pulls away from the kiss first, shushing her groan of annoyance before reaching down between them and freeing his cock from its confines. her eyes widen as she realizes what’s about to happen; it’s what he’s been preparing her for, and she wants nothing more than to take it there.

he pushes his pants down to the thickness of his thighs and runs his thumb over his leaking tip, shuddering at that first touch of pleasure. a broken whimper falls from her lips as she watches him get himself ready for her, inpatient as ever. she doesn’t complain anymore, though, as he crawls to her until their bodies are touching, grabbing one of her legs and lifting it to get a better view.

using his free hand, he strokes his cock a few more times before lining up with her dripping and awaiting hole.

“‘m gonna go slow, angel. take real good care of you,” he promises, eyes exploring every inch of her face to make sure there’s no uncertainty or anxiety. she acknowledges his words with a confident nod, her hips bucking up to try and gain some sort of friction for her throbbing center.

taking his hand from her leg, he thinks it’d be better to have a distraction just in case there is a bit of a sting from the stretch, as he’s slightly thicker than her toy. longer, too. so he reaches between them and rubs gentle circles onto the head of her clit, pulling a contented hum from her. he keeps that up as he finally presses the head of his cock inside, happy that he doesn’t feel too much resistance from her tight hole.

his gaze flits up to her face and when he sees her with her eyes closed and a blissed out look on her face, he takes it as a green light. still moving slow, he presses himself into her until his hips meet her body, groans coming from the both of them when he passes over the thickest part. harry stays like that until he’s sure she won’t hurt when he moves, his thumb still drawing circles on her clit. his thrusts are slow and gentle when he starts moving, using his legs as leverage more than anything to get as deep inside her as possible.

“how’s it feel, bunny?” he questions, voice gentle and soothing. “‘s it feeling nice? not painful for you?” his voice comes out shaky, his teeth ground together as some form of keeping himself restrained. he’s forcing down each and every thought of absolutely wrecking his sweet girl, knowing she can’t handle that right now.

“‘s good, ‘s good, so deep inside me,” he whines beneath him, untucking her lip from between her teeth to get her words out. “my tummy’s so full, feels nice,” she finishes with a moan and a jolt when he angles his hips just a bit so that the head of his cock hits her g-spot head on.

“there we go, angel. that’s the spot i was looking for, know it gets you all dumb for me when i touch that, hm?” he coos condescendingly, adding just enough force to his thrusts that he has to hold her down by her hips with each one. she can’t even speak anymore, the constant assault on that spot inside of her rendering her speechless and her body numb. not a single coherent thought can be formed as the peak precision of his thrusts push her closer and closer to what she’s been craving.

removing his hands from her hips, harry decides to speed up the process just a bit by grabbing the backs of her thighs and pushing them up as far as they can go, holding them there with one hand and bringing the other to where their bodies meet, his thumb finding its way through her folds until he gets to her clit, pressing it right onto the head and rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. the added sensation and angle change draws a long, drawn out moan from her, her hands flying out on either side of her to push her up onto her palms a bit. the pleasure she’s feeling is so intense that she tries to both run away from it and lean into it, squirming away just for her hips to grind down to meet his thrusts.

“no, gotta take it, baby. almost there, know you’re so close for me,” he rasps, quickly removing the hand from her thighs and leaning forward to press some of his weight on top of her for better control. the feeling of harry’s warmth enveloping her sends her flying over the edge unexpectedly, the ball of pleasure that’s deep in her tummy practically exploding.

her back arches up off the blanket and into his chest as far as she can with him on top of her and her legs, eyes rolling back into her head. the orgasm takes over her body before she can even comprehend it, her hole fluttering around him for a moment before locking down onto his cock so hard that he has to squeeze his eyes shut, his balls drawing up so unexpectedly and intensely that it practically knocks the breath from his lungs.

“oh, fuck bunny- shit, ‘s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, can’t hold it,” he gasps, accent as thick as ever as he grips onto the blanket beneath his palms. his hips stutter in rhythm for just a second, the final warning sign of his orgasm. he barely has time to push himself up and pull out of her, cum shooting from his tip just as he frees himself. one hand flies to the backs of her thighs as the other begins to stroke his cock quickly, milking himself for all he has. his cum is already painting the back of one of her thighs, dripping down to her ass with each passing second.

yn can barely see him from the small space between her legs, but just hearing him so wrecked from being inside of her makes her throb in excitement once again, a needy whimper falling from her lips when she hears him choke on a sob and feels something warm land right onto her pussy. she’s in the position for no more than a minute longer as his moans die down and his furious strokes become slower, and when her thighs are freed from the confines of his hand, she can’t help but keep them there and reach up to the one that’s covered in his orgasm and swipe a finger through.

dropping her legs finally, she looks harry right in the eyes as she brings that same hand up to her mouth and takes the finger inside, her tongue moving around it to get the full taste of him. harry can do nothing but let his eyes flutter closed as a choked moan falls from his lips. he wants nothing more than to simply wreck her until she’s crying and drooling but he can’t do that now, she’s not ready. he doesn’t even think he’ll be able to get it back up now, not with how she absolutely drained him.

so he does the next best thing; without even bothering to clean up the mess that covers the both of them, he adjusts himself until he’s flat on his stomach, grabbing the outsides of her thighs when he’s eye level with her pussy. “‘m gonna take care of you, bunny. don’t worry. gonna clean you up too,” he whispers, eyes meeting hers when he hears a desperate cry come from her. she’s already so sensitive that he knows it won’t take long to make her cum, but that doesn’t mean he should half ass it.

pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of her thighs, he ignores her huffs of frustration when he doesn’t immediately start licking into her. the kisses travel closer and closer to where she’s messy and throbbing for him, but they are way too slow for her taste. one last groan comes from her before she’s had enough, propping herself up on an elbow and reaching forward with her free hand, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face onto her.

a noise of shock leaves him at how bold she’s become, but he has to respect it, chuckling against her before nipping at one of her swollen lower lips. she gasps quietly at the sting but it melts into a moan as he, in one fell swoop, licks into her folds before sucking her swollen and sensitive clit into his mouth. her grip tightens on him and she grinds her hips against him to chase the pleasure, tossing her head back as her back arches up from the blanket.

the tug on his hair forces a groan of delight from him and he only buries his face further into her, beginning to alternate between licking and sucking at her. the vibrations rumble into her body, the knot in her belly tightening out of nowhere. she’s become incoherent above him the closer she gets to her orgasm, wordless babbles leaving her lips as she tries to warn him of it.

his actions simply increase tenfold, licks and sucks a bit more precise as he pulls the orgasm from her. just a few moments later he feels her thighs start to fight to tighten around his head and a long, loud moan falls from her lips as her final orgasm wracks her body. she goes so stiff that her thigh muscles begin to cramp slightly, her legs shaking from the force.

harry begins to lick at her a bit gentler than he had before so he can avoid overstimulating her too much, his hands caressing her thighs while she tries to recover. for her, it feels like forever until her body fully relaxes, small aftershocks jolting her body with each relaxation. she’s gasping for air when her body is finally freed, her chest heaving from the intensity of everything.

he notices some tears that have leaked down the sides of her face, and he takes a wipe from the container he’d brought and cleans her face thoroughly before grabbing some more to clean up her lower half. when he gets to her vagina she gasps and pulls away in overstimulation, causing him to frown just a bit. “i know, bunny. just have t’get you cleaned up ‘s all. won’t be long,” he coos, using one hand to spread her open gently and the other to gingerly wipe the area.

once she’s all clean he moves to the backs of her thighs, wiping his sticky, drying cum from them. it takes a bit more effort to do so, but he isn’t complaining, taking his time and keeping an eye on her breathing. when she’s fully clean, he helps her sit up and puts her dress back onto her, murmuring words of encouragement each step of the way. “can you stand up, angel? think you can walk to the car with me or do y’need some help?” he questions, voice soft as to not disturb the calm and quiet state of her.

“i can walk, i think,” she responds, and harry hops up before reaching back down to help her up. she’s a bit shaky for a moment but she becomes stable after a few seconds of being on her feet. he guides her to the car slowly, and he’s surprised for a moment that she isn’t wincing or limping a bit, but he quickly realizes it’s probably due to the adrenaline rush she’s feeling.

they make it to the car and he helps her in before pressing a kiss to her head and then running back to clean up their area. walking back to the car, he smiles fondly at her as he realizes she’s already fallen asleep, light snores leaving her parted lips. he packs everything into the trunk and hops into the driver’s seat.

the drive back is nothing short of calm and peaceful, some song she’d added to the queue on the drive there playing softly in the vehicle. he makes it to his house before he knows it, and when he pulls into his garage he turns the car off before running into the house and up the stairs to quickly start a bath for her. he does the works; bubbles, soothing oils, and he lights a candle that is on his counter before running back down to the car to unload it. he does so as quietly as possible because he wants waking her up to be the last thing so that she can just wake up and get in the bath.

he takes a bit to put away everything from the car and when he goes to check the bath, it’s ready for her. turning the water off, he heads back down to the garage to wake her up. knocking on the passenger side window, he gives her some time to lift her head before opening the door, chuckling at her when he sees the confusion on her face as well as a mark on her from the door. “we’re at my house, angel. i ran you a bath and i want to clean you up a bit and then i promise i’ll let you sleep,” he whispers, and she nods a bit grumpily from being woken up but a bath sounds heavenly so she obliges.

stepping out of the car, she does start to feel that slight sting between her legs from the stretch and the burn in her thighs from the angle he had her in, but she brushes it off as she knows the bath will work wonders. they step into the bathroom and it’s just like all of the emotions of the day, the month even, hit her at once. her eyes well with tears and her shoulders slump when they take over her, and she turns her body to bury her face into his chest.

“thank you, thank you,” she sobs against him, and his heart both breaks and warms for her, his arms coming to wrap around her. they stay there for a while as she gets all of her emotions out, harry whispering encouragement words and pressing kisses to the top of her head. her breath is still a bit stutter-y as she pulls away from him, quickly turning to the toilet paper to clean herself up, but he beats her to it, grabbing some off the roll and cleaning her up. she’s so grateful that she gets a bit teary again, but then harry starts to press kisses all over her face, making her giggle.

“alright, bunny. let’s get you in the bath,” he instructs, tossing the toilet paper out. he pulls the dress over her head once more and she steps out of her shoes. being naked in front of him, she expects to feel a bit self conscious despite how many times he’s seen her, but this time she feels nothing but warm and fuzzy. full, even, as he smiles at her with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

she walks over to the tub and steps in, humming at the temperature of the water, it’s actually perfect for her. the water covers her up to around her armpits and she relishes in the warmth before looking up at her boyfriend expectantly. he laughs at the look on her face before explaining himself. “i’m gonna get in with you, don’t worry, ms grumpy, just need to grab some towels and clothes for when we get out,” he chuckles, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips as if to seal his promise.

a belly laugh leaves him when he’s walking out and he hears her mumble something about not taking too long or she won’t let him in. he knows she won’t make good on her words but he still hurries back to her, wanting to be near her. he makes it back to her and quickly sheds his clothes, walking over to the tub and having her scoot up so he can slide behind her. the warmth envelops him and he envelops her, wrapping his arms around the front of her to pull her closer.

they stay like that for a while, so long that their fingers have gone pruny by the time they pull apart. harry is the one that breaks the contact, and he only does so because he notices that she starts to doze off, and he wants to clean her up before she falls asleep again. she grumbles a bit at the slight loss of warmth but when she feels harry start to clean her up, she understands.

he takes his time and cleans her up thoroughly before letting her sit there for a few while he cleans himself up. when he’s all clean he steps out of the tub first, drying off a bit before wrapping the towel around his waist and then he’s helping her out and doing the same for her, wrapping the towel around her upper body. harry guides them to the bedroom and drops the towel from his waist to slip on some boxers before making sure yn is fully dry and grabbing the t shirt he’d picked out earlier and helping her slide it over her head. he decided not to give her a pair of his boxers to sleep in so that he could let her lower half breathe through the night.

pulling back the blankets on the bed, he lets her get in and comfortable, passing her the remote to his tv so she can pick something to fall asleep to. while she does that, he goes downstairs and grabs her a bottled water from his fridge, downing one for himself before going back up. he opens the bottle and passes it to her, to which she thanks him and drinks all of it in record time. she finishes the drink and he takes it from her to place on the nightstand to toss tomorrow, hitting the light and climbing into the bed beside her.

a fond smile forms on his face when he sees that the show she chose for the night is rick and morty, something he remembers her telling him a couple weeks ago. the volume isn’t too loud as to keep them awake, the sound just loud enough to make out the words of the characters.

the two sit and watch the show until their eyes become unbearably heavy, and when harry feels yn slide down even further under the blankets before cuddling into him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open even if he wanted to. so he wraps his arms around her and pulls her even closer, despite knowing that they’ll get hot sometime soon, and he presses one last kiss to the top of her head before the exhaustion finally catches up to them and they’re asleep in seconds, light snores leaving their lips.

well…🥲

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Unique 💜 Part 3

I'll regret this for the rest of my life.

PAIRING: idol!Namjoon x OFC

SUMMARY: Namjoon dreamt of going against the rules and meeting the one lover he couldn’t forget, but things have changed.

WORD COUNT: 11.7 k

GENRE: old lovers to ?

RATING: PG-13

WARNINGS: alcohol, getting drunk, fighting, heartbreak, angst, bittersweet

A.N. As promised, after editing/posting parts 1 and 2, here is part 3 💜 I really love it, every angsty bit 💜 Thank you @moonleeai for the beta read, amazing as always, and @eerieedits for the banner 💜 This part will also be an entry for the @bangtanwritershq upcoming event ‘Home Is Where The Heart Is’ 🤧

“Wait,” Angie asked, putting the phone down to grab her small yellow luggage. She smiled and waved goodbye at the taxi driver, “Thank you.”

Then she turned to face the two-story window-covered building, brushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes, and pulled the retractable handle out to drag her luggage along.

“What did you say?”

“I asked if you can meet tomorrow?!” Hyejin sounded excited over the phone, with a high-pitched tone that, unfortunately, was difficult to hear over the airport background noise, even as Angie pressed the phone to her ear. “Where are you?! Why is it so loud?!”

“I’m at the airport,” she told her best friend, calmly dodging people on her way to get inside.

She didn’t imagine there would be such a rush on a Friday afternoon, but she should know that it was one of the busiest airports in the world. She could already see the glass sliding doors opening into a yellow neon sign.

LAS VEGAS

Hyejin screeched. “You’re leaving?!”

“To go home, actually.” She sighed. “Had to come and replace a colleague at the last minute at a seminar. Are you already in Boston?”

“No! I told you I was going to a concert in Vegas before meeting you!”

Angie’s eyebrows jumped as she staggered. “You’re in Vegas, too?”

Hyejin gasped audibly. “You’re in Vegas?!”

“Yeah!”

“We can meet early!! And then go together tomorrow or something!”

Angie heard the bickering from people behind her who were annoyed that she had stopped in the middle of the way, and she excused herself quickly.

Angie walked to the side, near a huge circular pillar holding the information sign for the drop-off and pick-up area. “But I have a ticket.”

“So?”

“Prepaid by the university—”

“Don’t even! What are the chances that we’d be together in Vegas again?” Hyejin suddenly gasped. “And you could come to their concert!!”

Angie hesitated, looking around as she brushed her hair behind her ear as if anyone else could judge her for the thoughts she was having. She knew what concert Hyejin was talking about. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea…”

“Are you kidding me?! This is like a sign! It’s perfect!”

“But I don’t have a ticket…”

“I’ll get on it. Listen, grab a taxi to my hotel so you can drop off your bags, and then we’ll go together! And stop arguing; I’m not taking no for an answer! It’s an extra night we can be together, and you’ll get to see an old friend! Where’s the harm in that?”

Angie rubbed her eyes as Hyejin ranted uninterruptedly in her ear. Her logic was flawless, and the temptation to do as she suggested was hard to resist. It was as though fate had planned a trap, setting her up when she least expected to have her life turned upside down.

“Angie?”

“Yeah,” she said before she could stop herself, then she sighed and closed her eyes. “It can’t hurt.”

Angie had never seen the Allegiant Stadium in such disarray. As the car took her and Hyejin closer, she feared they’d hit or be hit by one of the many concertgoers crossing the street randomly, or someone just jumping across queues, or a kid suddenly losing the hand of their parents.

Fortunately, the car moved safely through the crowd of people lining up to get inside and see the show. Finally, it took a turn into the underground parking that required credentials to have access despite the manager having phoned ahead. As she understood it from Hyejin’s explanations, the manager with them was in contact with the team organizing the event and could get them easily in like this. It was all very strange for Angie, who was used to being in line to watch a concert, not entering through a backdoor, but Hyejin was at ease.

She was ecstatic about their chance phone call, which ended up with them attending the concert together. Hyejin went on about how she had arrived earlier that day and was hoping to get a kiss before going to Boston to meet Angie, and the latter stayed quiet. She had tried to ignore the banners and publicity outside of the stadium advertising the amazing concert about to take place, but it was becoming impossible. The typical warm April weather was getting to her, making her sweat more than she would have liked as she braced herself.

They were escorted to the lowest part of the first-level balcony, which had an exclusive area with black sofas with enough space to comfortably seat four. The lounges were mostly occupied except for one at the half length of the stage set, and it turned out to be for them.

“You might not believe me, but I haven’t seen a show of theirs in years!”

Hyejin huffed out of frustration but instantly grinned happily, turning to eye the big screen on the stage with the concert’s poster. It was pretty and colorful, with the guys displayed on a small stage, either sitting on speakers or standing, heartily welcoming all attendees. Hyejin’s eyes were instantly drawn to the one she longed to see the most, with his sweet kitty cat smile and relaxed pose, but she guessed that Angie’s would be glued to the member next to him. She glanced at her best friend and smiled; she was right. She found it amusing that Angie was staring at Namjoon sitting comfortably on a speaker with the most laidback smile. Maybe seeing him after so long was shocking, although she would have imagined it wouldn’t matter that much.

Angie inadvertently confirmed Hyejin’s assumptions by turning her back on the stage and enthusiastically catching up in the hour that led to the concert. Angie had heard all about Hyejin’s divorce from Nomin and how her relationship with Yoongi had developed, but it was always different to talk about it in person.

The night settled as the venue got stacked with fans. Meanwhile, the two women had a drink and snacks and waited comfortably. Angie wasn't pretending to be alright or disinterested in what was about to happen; she simply didn’t know how to feel, react, or breathe properly. Only one thought occurred to her when the music on the speakers stopped and the lights went out: she’d see him, but he wouldn’t see her. It stung her chest, but maybe it was for the best.

A video started playing on the screen, showing the seven members wearing white and sitting around a table in what could be an interrogation room. While Hyejin was cheering along with the crowd, Angie was at a loss. Then the first photo showed — the first member to be introduced was Namjoon, and her breath caught. That was really happening. All those people were cheering his damn sexy photo, which was a mugshot, on a giant screen because they were excited to finally see him. They kept screaming as the screen showed the other members, but to her, that settled it — she and Namjoon were really in the same place at the same time.

The screen lifted, and a cage appeared, with Namjoon being the first to be shown on the screen. He was posing, of course, and his image blurred as her eyes teared up. Hyejin cheered and grabbed her hand with a grin, which made Angie smile back and swallow her emotions. She shouldn’t get too caught up; it was just a performance. He wouldn’t see her.

It was like a dream, the whole thing. It couldn’t have been a movie, despite the screen, because the sound shaking her ribcage, the blinding lights, and the smell of the fire, smoke, and other effects were real. More than that, her eyes were glued on a familiar body moving and jumping around with an enviable energy. He looked taller and more buff than usual, with short, light brown hair that suited him perfectly.

After a few songs, she looked around at how the crowd was getting crazy with their greetings, and she just chuckled. Tonight, she was just one of the many others who also wanted his arms wrapped around her tightly, but that wouldn’t happen.

There was only a single moment she thought that might change. It was halfway through the concert when the guys split the team in half and got on a raised platform on a vehicle to go around the stage during a song. Her eyes widened a lot when the first group that passed by her and Hyejin waved from so close, Angie could see the beads of sweat running down their faces. That made her question whether the guys could actually see them from that close. This was not a silly thought because Hyejin was cheering and waving next to Angie, and Yoongi smiled and waved back. Hyejin didn’t make a big deal out of it — or at least her smile didn’t grow any bigger, probably because it wasn’t possible — but it did raise a question for Angie: would Namjoon see her?

The guys switched carts in the middle of the stadium so they could wave at the whole venue, and Angie’s heart rate spiked. She waited with bated breath as if it was a dream as the station moved, and everyone around her screamed and jumped in excitement. Hyejin waved just as excitedly, though with the advantage that the guys were her friends and knew she was there, but Angie didn’t move. She stood there, and in three seconds, it was over — he was singing and cheering along to that upbeat song with the others, and then he waved, and for a split second, she could swear he paused. But maybe she was imagining things. Time surely stopped for her, but it was just her attempt at freezing that moment. At taking in every possible detail of how he looked, how he was, how he existed, so the memories could sting her beating heart even deeper.

I don’t regret it. Anything. Being with you, loving you. No matter how much I’ll miss you.

His intimate voice echoed inside her head, and her eyes filled with tears instantaneously. She trembled as they dropped down her cheeks.

If time is absolute and only goes forward, then regretting is meaningless. But looking forward… we might still do something good.

She hid her cry, turning away from the stage. Maybe she had been cold with her reply, trying to fix his breaking heart instead of screaming how much she loved him too. Still, she remembered cradling his cheeks, looking into his bloodshot eyes when he spoke as if he had read her mind.

There could still be a future in which we will see each other again.

A hand on her shoulder had her quickly cleaning her cheeks and turning with a forced smile. Hyejin didn’t need to ask; she just hugged her best friend firmly. Angie squeezed her back, taking her strength to find her footing. Yes, their time aligned again. But what did that mean?

That question stayed on her mind for the remainder of the show, sinking deeper into her gut when, during a pause to communicate with the public, Namjoon said, “There’s a saying, It Ain't Over 'til It's Over.”

Her chin trembled, and she wondered. It was over. They decided that, didn’t they? They decided, had their dream, and moved on. That was what they set out to do– and did, right? But their timelines were intersecting again. Could that mean something?

She had her answer when, during BTS’ goodbyes, Namjoon told the audience with tearful eyes, “You guys are my miracle. I love you so much.”

Her breath shook, aided by the intense screams felt all around the stadium, and she got it. They were his miracle, that life was his call.

My body, my time, my dedication… It belongs to something bigger than myself.

She had always known. They were a chapter, nothing more. His heart would always be there, with everyone.

She watched the rest of the show with a small smile — he was the happiest in his element, living life to the fullest. That was all that mattered.

Namjoon could barely see straight. He could still hear the cheers from the audience as the stage crew led him and the others through the narrow corridor to get to the back safely. They got water handed to them as the medical team eyed them, on standby, just in case, but Namjoon raced ahead. His heart was thumping rapidly; he was exhausted but pumped, and despite his narrowing vision as the exhaustion took hold, he had to ask Yoongi if he had seen her, too.

They entered a back room where they were invited to sit down and remove the microphones, hearing pieces, and any accessories or clothing that weren’t comfortable, and Namjoon finally locked on his target.

“Did you see them?”

Yoongi was sitting on a couch near Jimin, both men taking off their boots as they grumbled that something was wrong with them.

“Who?” Yoongi asked, a bit winded. He was catching his breath, the same as everyone.

“Namjoon-ssi,” someone called, and Namjoon turned. It was one of their production managers. “Maybe you should sit? You look very pale.”

“Hyung,” Jimin called, waving at a chair next to him, and Namjoon obliged just to get them all off his back.

He tapped his foot as he drank water to appease the staff. Then, he leaned forward to speak closer to Yoongi on the other end of the couch. “Did you see Hyejin?”

Yoongi sighed, finally free from the wretched tight boots. “Yeah. You knew she was coming.”

“Yes, but did you see—”

“Guys!”

He clenched his jaw as their tour manager joined them with nothing but praises. He saw how everyone was happy with a good performance, except Jungkook, who was whining about a mistake he had made. The maknae asked for the footage to confirm how terrible it had been, but the tour manager swiftly denied him.

“You need to get to the lounge upstairs, have refreshments and snacks, take some photos for social media, and then maybe.” Namjoon saw Jungkook trying to hide his sigh, but everyone saw it. “Maybe after dinner? Or even tomorrow. Let’s give the video crew time to get the footage, hmm?”

That was enough for Jungkook not to insist and for the other members to get up. Yoongi and Jimin had gotten sneakers in the meantime and were ready to go. Namjoon followed after them quietly, playing with a hangnail on his thumb.

They made their way through the underground corridors to reach the elevator, but as the managers and assistants were with them, Namjoon didn’t ask Yoongi again. He didn’t talk; he just reviewed that moment over and over. He noticed Hyejin because Hoseok had given him a heads-up right before they reached the spot, pointing at the balcony. So he looked up, expecting to smile and wave at a childhood friend, but paused. A familiar blonde was next to a cheerful Hyejin, just standing and holding the railing, looking at him. The car kept moving, and in a second, he couldn’t find them anymore. It was too hard and chaotic, and someone pulled him to keep waving, maybe Jimin, and he had to continue the show.

But now that he thought back, he knew he wasn’t imagining things. He wouldn’t have pictured her with grown curtain bangs and longer hair in general; he would have pictured her as he saw her the last time, at the airport, one year before. He would have pictured her smiling for sure, not— Not that anxious expression. Because it was, right? He wasn’t imagining things!

The elevator was taking them up, but his thoughts were already elsewhere.

Angie.

He closed his eyes.

I can’t help thinking that I’ll just get addicted to you.

Goosebumps puckered his skin up his arms at the memory of her confession, and he brushed them absentmindedly. He didn’t know back then how true those words would become, at least for him. He chuckled at himself; how naive.

Would you do it again? Steal my thoughts away so that I can only feel you?

Her request still made his heart thump louder. He should have known that nothing, and no one could have felt like her. He knew it after being with her the first time and had it ingrained in his heart during their second time together.

The group reached the luxury lounge, where they had taken photos and had interviews before the show, and leisurely distributed themselves across the taupe sofas. He smiled and nodded along to the conversation, but his head was elsewhere.

At that time, he thought that Angie was the only one for him. Although they knew from the start that it would end, the memory of her and the hope to cross paths again had fueled him endlessly. He didn’t know if they could meet again, but he wanted to make it happen as soon as they were done with the tour.

He could still remember her anxious voice as her glistening eyes bore into his, their bodies tangled together in bed. I want you to stay. Be the person I was searching for and found, not the one I have to let go.

He was both. They knew it, he knew it, but he had been feeling hopeful. And brave, all because of her. He didn’t know what he was doing, but her darling eyes as she told him sweetly, You can always kiss me, Namjoon, were enough.

He wanted that again. He had been dreaming about that for a long time. Suddenly, he recalled that Hyejin had mentioned flying to Boston after meeting them in Las Vegas, so he considered if that was why he was picturing Angie. She was so far but finally within reach.

He eyed the tour manager in the corner of the room on a phone call; maybe Namjoon could find a moment to fly to Boston and see her. He could do it even for just a night, regardless of his exhaustion. They only had one tour date left to go. Maybe he could ask Hyejin what she thought of that. It was better to ask before getting his hopes up.

When the social media photos were done, and everyone was going for drinks and snacks, he got up and got some chips from a bowl next to the food containers Jungkook was raiding. Namjoon kept eying the manager, though. Just waiting for the opportunity, shifting from leg to leg as he popped his fingers joints.

“Woah, hyung,” Jimin complained. He was splayed on the couch next to Hoseok, and if he were a cartoon, a little soul would be escaping out of his mouth. “I’m getting even more tired just looking at you.”

“How do you still have so much energy?” Hoseok chuckled, looking around the room. Jin was on another couch with his forearm over his eyes, Yoongi was beside him on his phone, and Jungkook and Taehyung were eating while standing. The containers looked unsteady, with the red and brown sauces visible through the white plastic, but neither man seemed to care as they downed the noodles. “Even Kook and Tae are still while they’re eating.”

“I need to ask something, that’s all,” Namjoon admitted, pressing his lips as he fidgeted.

“About Hyejin?” Yoongi asked, raising his eyes.

Though most people knew Hyejin in the team, they were still careful about mentioning her in a room full of people they didn’t know, notably stadium personnel, catering assistants, and other potential aliens. Her relationship with Yoongi was not common knowledge, and he was very protective.

“Well, yeah.” Namjoon nodded.

“Actually—”

Yoongi started but didn’t finish because the tour manager approached them with relief on his face and said, “There was a problem with your flight back to Seoul on Monday, but it is solved now.”

Hoseok groaned. “I can’t wait to go back home!”

Jimin tapped his leg and nodded. “Yeah, we need our break. At this point, we’re all using our battery reserves.”

“I thought you’d avoid it the most,” Taehyung voiced quietly, reaching for a water bottle.

“I’m tired now, but I’ll miss the lights later,” Jimin admitted, looking down.

“We’ll all feel it,” Jungkook commented between mouthfuls.

“Some more than others,” Yoongi added. He eyed his phone, but someone arrived at the door and asked the assistants to enter the room before he could type anything. He got up and projected his voice, “Let them through.”

The others chuckled and teased him for the way he spoke so loudly from his chest, even after almost three hours of performing, but Namjoon wasn’t listening. Similarly to all others, he had recognized Hyejin instantly, but right behind her was the someone he had on his mind all along.

Her blonde hair was brighter than he remembered, and her frame was smaller as she walked into the room behind Hyejin. Her bangs had grown beyond her jawline, and she brushed one side behind her ear absentmindedly as Hyejin told her something. Then she raised her eyes, and he saw that spark he was surely mirroring. His chest was heavy as tears rose to his eyes, and he just knew she felt the same. Everyone else enthusiastically welcomed them, getting up from the sofas to greet them, but Angie’s eyes were fixed on him, and it was like no one else existed.

Then Hyejin tapped her shoulder, and Angie was forced to blink and smile around at the familiar faces, asking her how she was and if she had enjoyed the show. Jungkook even offered food with a wave that she politely refused.

“We almost missed each other; it was truly chance!”

Hyejin explained their situation in Korean as everyone got back to the sofas except Angie and Namjoon. Hyejin sat by Jin, not to look downright obvious next to Yoongi, and Angie stood by her side. Namjoon thought she’d be lost from not understanding the conversation, but as they stared at each other, he wondered if it was because she didn’t know what to do now that they were meeting again.

He didn’t either. He wasn’t thinking; it was like he was floating. His feet took him to her, closer and closer, until he could see her delicate skin wrinkling gently in a smile. “Hi—”

He moved before he thought it; he had to. Her arms raised a little at her sides, hinting at a hug, and he needed everything. He took her in his arms, sweeping her off her feet as his heart burst with happiness. Instantly, her orchid scent shook the foundations of his soul, unsettled the waters of his spirit, and then settled everything back into place. Because they saw each other again. Their times aligned — he had believed they’d see each other again, and they did.

He pressed her to his chest as his fingers supported the nape of her neck, feeling her nails sinking into his sweater as she breathed him in anxiously; it all electrified him indescribably. He wasn’t energized, he had a galaxy looking to burst out of his chest.

When he pulled away to look into her eyes, he felt a little crazy. He knew he was elated, that seeing her again was making him reckless, that they weren’t alone, that he was a second away from kissing her and losing himself again, but then he paused.

She was sad. Her lips were curved in a smile that didn’t bloom fully, and her glistening eyes were filled with tears, but not of happiness. Not because their wishes and hopes had just come true randomly by a touch of fate but because a storm was devastating her.

He knew then — that it was too late.

Angie had followed Hyejin a bit uneasily. Hyejin had convinced her that Namjoon and the others would like to see her, given the chance, and she couldn’t find in herself the will to say no.

However, she wasn’t sure any of the scenarios going through her head helped her nervousness. He could ignore her; after all, a year had passed. Or perhaps because he was a superstar. She had never seen him like this, despite knowing about it. It was one thing to see something online about a TV appearance. Being cheered by thousands of people made him look bigger than life, so she wondered how things would go.

Yet, as soon as their eyes locked, she knew. His lips parted ever so slightly, his wide eyes fixed on her in wonder, and everything was right with the world again. He walked up to her like a dream, and her soul buzzed with unrivaled excitement — it was him.

When he picked her up in his arms, she laughed, ecstatic. He hadn’t changed a day; the cheerfulness, the genuineness, the dimples. But then she breathed him in, and she crumbled. That citrus, woody scent whirled a turmoil inside her chest, and she sobbed mutely. She gripped his shoulders through his gray sweater as though he could save her from the guilt flooding her from the inside out, but it wasn’t possible.

When he pulled away to face her, her words dried out. How could she tell him? She didn’t want it to be true, not right now. At that instance, she wished everything was different.

But then someone called their attention. “Alright, all finished. The cars are ready to take you to the hotel so you can have a proper dinner!”

Hyejin smiled and grabbed her hand, translating what the guy had said before turning to Namjoon and asking something. Angie didn’t know what it was but could tell by his apprehension that it vexed him. Still, he agreed and gave Angie one last look full of confusion and worry, and she almost told him to wait. She wanted to explain, but Hyejin squeezed her hand.

“We’ll go in another car and meet them at the hotel. Let’s go!”

Namjoon entered the van ahead of Yoongi and Jin, sitting in the furthest seat while the managers and driver got settled. He put the hoodie over his head and looked out the window, tapping his foot incessantly on the floor. He couldn’t see anything out the window except for cars and staff getting everything ready for the show happening the next day, but he wasn’t paying attention. His mind was stuck reliving that moment over and over again.

Angie wasn’t happy to see him. A part of him wanted to scoff and deny this gut feeling; just because she had tears in her eyes, it didn’t mean anything. But he knew better; his gut told him so. His heart. Funny how they hadn’t seen each other in one year, but as soon as he saw her, he just knew that something wasn’t right.

He just couldn’t figure out what. The way she hugged him… No, he also knew she wanted to hug him. She gripped his sweater, she wouldn’t have moved away if he hadn't, but then—

Yoongi released a frustrated grunt next to him and threw his phone on the seat between them. Namjoon saw his hyung look outside, facing opposite from the phone, in time to see them exiting the underground parking lot into the night streets at the back of the venue. Jin was unbothered in the seat in front of them next to a manager, chatting about something that happened during the concert, but neither Namjoon nor Yoongi was paying attention.

Namjoon saw the screen light up with a notification — Hyejin sent a message.

Namjoon looked quickly away, ignoring the device. Maybe Yoongi was frustrated because his girlfriend was in another car instead of with them. He chuckled mutely at the thought; knowing his hyung, he wasn’t, but Namjoon was.

He had to swallow the firm no he wanted to give Hyejin when she suggested taking different cars. It was for their safety, which was the only reason he acquiesced in the end. But he wanted to understand what was going on. He wanted to be alone with Angie, and a car was as good as it got before he could take her to his—

“Ugh, listen,” Yoongi grunted quietly, and Namjoon looked at him. He did look frustrated. “I didn’t know about this. Apparently, Hyejin didn’t know Angie was in Vegas until right before the concert, and when she found out, she thought it was a good idea to bring her along. She didn’t tell me.”

Namjoon knew by the way Yoongi was gripping the phone and ignoring the notifications popping up on the screen that he was stressed about it. They were likely fighting about it.

Namjoon shook his head slightly. “It’s okay.”

Yoongi nodded and turned the screen down for a moment. “You don’t look okay.”

Namjoon glanced at him before pulling the hoodie to cover his eyes up a little more. He could have acted disingenuous with anyone else but not Yoongi. The same way his hyung had openly spoken about Hyejin when he thought he had lost her, and sometimes, even now, when she drove him crazy, Namjoon had done the same. He had many opportunities to compose music and share how he felt about Angie over several drinks in the last year.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, letting his head fall on the headrest. “She looked at me in a way that— I can’t explain it.”

“You’ll talk to her tonight.”

“Right,” he sighed, rubbing his head. Talk and hopefully, something more, whatever more. He needed to hold her in his arms just a little longer. He was just afraid he wouldn’t be able to.

Angie felt awkward. The last time she had dinner with all the guys was at Hyejin's wedding two years back, and it didn't feel that weird. Of course, Hyejin herself was there this time, and it made the atmosphere lively as she easily joked around and translated back and forth. Even though Angie was surrounded by friendly and patient people who often tried to include her in the conversation, she couldn't quite let her guard down or join in the fun as her best friend did. It wasn't that she was incapable, but she found herself hesitating.

The dining table was long, making it harder to have one big conversation as a whole group. Angie was sitting in front of Namjoon right at the center, and everyone tried to talk from one end of the table to the other, making it loud. They also tried including Angie and Namjoon and succeeded for the most part. Namjoon would mostly reply and smile before going back to being quiet and just eating.

She wanted to talk to him. She tried to when they arrived at the restaurant, but the group swiftly moved as a whole to get inside and sit down. She could barely say two words to him, and now, it just wasn't the moment. Everyone would have been able to hear it, and she wanted to talk just the two of them.

Angie thought he understood that because aside from teasing her once or twice to participate in the group's crazy, he stayed quiet. It actually made her heart tremble — not only was she seeing him again, but he was right there. Across the table, having dinner like no time at all had passed. With his light brown hair, broad muscles, and such perceptive eyes, her legs were jelly. It shook her in ways she couldn’t name. All she wanted was to pull him aside, look into his eyes, and finally ask him how he had been doing.

The waiting was the worst.

“So what's the plan?” Yoongi asked, grabbing his wine glass as he eyed Angie and Hyejin. He asked in English, so Angie was pretty sure it included her. “Are you staying for our show tomorrow?”

“Uhh, no, I… didn't plan on it,” Angie admitted, looking at Hyejin. “But I don't know about Hyejin.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, smiling playfully. “We could watch another concert and leave on Monday.”

“I can’t. I need to give a class Monday morning.”

She felt Namjoon's eyes and knew he wanted to ask about her work, but Hyejin was already shrugging.

“Alright, then we'll leave tomorrow. I'll fly back with you and finally meet the boyfriend.”

Hyejin chuckled mischievously, but Angie couldn’t hear her. She had paled significantly as she faced Namjoon, who was just looking at her, fork mid-air with a piece of steak still on it. There was pain in his eyes before he put the fork down and reached for his water glass, and Angie teared up with a sting inside her chest. She wanted to tell him, not for him to find out like this.

Namjoon put the glass of water down after taking a sip. “You're seeing someone?”

Angie’s heart dropped as she breathed her answer. “Yes.” She swallowed dryly and felt the urge to explain, “Only for the last three months.”

“She didn't want me to meet him yet, but since I'm traveling to Boston, I convinced her,” Hyejin revealed with a grin and an elbow poke into Angie’s ribs.

Angie straightened her back. “It's nothing serious.”

“What are you talking about? You've met his parents! They love you; you're basically part of the family already.”

Hyejin was bragging as though she was congratulating Angie on a promotion or some type of accomplishment, and Angie tapped her leg. It forced Hyejin to stop and look at her best friend, finally noticing how uncomfortable she was.

“Maybe you should talk more carefully,” Yoongi hissed quietly in Korean from next to Namjoon, and Hyejin blinked, befuddled by the whole situation. Why was Angie looking so anxious? Why was Yoongi angry? Why was it all such a big deal?

“Woah, so you're leaving,” Jin said loudly, and the other guys picked up on it.

“We should do something fun tonight, then.”

Angie couldn’t understand what the guys started talking about, but she wouldn’t have cared even if she did. Namjoon wasn't looking at her anymore, eating with his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him, and it hurt. Her hurt stung as she teared up yet stayed unable to talk to him properly. She felt shut off and unable to do anything about it. It was hard to explain it — she and Namjoon weren't together, nor did they ever say they'd wait or had any expectations they would. But then why did she feel like she had betrayed him somehow and broken his heart? His trust? Why did it feel like she had betrayed them?

Things moved too fast after that, and Angie felt like she was running after Namjoon without ever catching up to him. The guys had rented the whole hotel rooftop for themselves and the staff to have dinner and drinks comfortably at the restaurant and bar. That also meant that a karaoke machine wasn't hard to arrange. When the group moved to the bar area, whistling at the panoramic view from the enclosed space, Angie followed, hoping to finally have a moment with Namjoon. However, he sat between Hoseok and Taehyung, and she had no choice but to stay next to Hyejin on another couch.

She couldn’t really engage with anything happening around her, and it wasn't because of the language. There was just so much she wanted to tell him. She recalled all their jokes and moments fondly. She was so proud of everything he had accomplished and become, especially after seeing him perform. The CD he made for her… it was still her safe place. It was like a piece of his soul that she got to keep with her and that she cherished with her whole soul.

She wanted to confess that she regretted not telling him how much she loved him. He told her in so many ways, like the sweet, romantic poet he was, whereas she had simply made jokes about time theories her colleagues would have discussed when attending a karaoke night like that. Looking back, it felt like she was too weak — she had deep feelings for him, but she was scared to voice them. Because if she did, it would hurt so much.

Yet, instead of telling him all this tonight, she just lingered around nursing her beer. She debated leaving after realizing that his gaze still stayed stubbornly away from her, but she’d prefer to just confront him and ask to talk and get that all out of her chest.

In the end, he got up and left quietly, and she didn't wait for any more social cues or permission. She simply got up and followed him.

She ignored all the staff around and kept her eyes on him to see where he was going. Then, he opened the heavy glass door to step outside onto the balcony, and she went after him.

The night was cold that far up despite the spring weather, and Angie shivered in just her jeans and button shirt but didn't turn back. Namjoon surely heard the door close behind her and turned around, sucking a deep puff from a lit cigarette between his lips. Angie staggered when his eyes met her form, and the night city lights and rooftop lights finally allowed them to face each other.

She started trembling. “You… You smoke.”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew the smoke out, letting his eyes linger on her before answering, “Only when I'm stressed.”

His were such simple words said so quietly, yet she almost burst out crying.

Her breath hitched, and he asked, “What's wrong?”

His worry was clear in the way he opened his hands as if to help her, though without touching her. He looked at her intently, and she couldn't breathe. She didn't know why she asked that, she knew he smoked. Never with her, but he did that one night they fought a year before. The night he barged out, got drunk, and came back because he loved her and wanted to spend every second possible together. Because he wanted to live and love without regrets.

She had to force air back into her lungs, feeling like her chest was about to cave in. “I'm sorry!” she breathed.

Angie reached to grab his hands for support, and he didn’t move away. “About what?” he asked.

Her features twisted in a grimace for a second. Then she looked down at their hands, trying to put her feelings into words. “I didn’t mean for you to hear it like that. I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

“It’s fine,” he assured, pulling his hands away.

In one fluid motion, he took the cigarette to his mouth again and moved away from her, turning his back to face the world instead. The view of his broad shoulders that once would have brought her comfort suddenly hurt her so much more.

She saw the smoke dissipate into the air above his head, and a whimper shook her. “I’m sorry,” her voice wavered as she looked at the floor, seeing his feet turn to her. “I can’t help feeling like I just betrayed us somehow, and I just… I’m really sorry.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but her heart was on her sleeve, and the tears were looking for a way out. Her lips trembled as she wiped them away, trying to hide them from his attentive eyes.

“No, don’t be sorry,” his tone was so light in comparison to her heavy heart that she sobbed. “Hey,” he called, and she finally looked up. He had a small smile and gentle eyes. “There’s no problem, quite the contrary. You're building a relationship with someone special, and that’s amazing,” he remarked with a smile that indented his cheeks ever so slightly. She was frozen, looking at him, trying to understand. “You’re happy. That’s all that matters.”

Angie couldn’t stop looking at him. Namjoon was talking with such gentleness, but her chest ached. It was as though her heart was heavy while his was light as a feather, and she didn't get it.

Suddenly, her brow furrowed as she pondered over what he had said. Happy. She thought she was, but now she wasn't so sure.

“Why would you say I’m happy?” she asked, still frowning, and he chuckled.

“Come on, you’re building something,” he pointed out, as though that said it all. Her brown eyes didn't show any understanding, and he tried again. “Remember we talked about how hard it was to find someone who fits your standards. You found him. That’s good.”

His voice's register lowered, and she looked down at his chest, feeling hers tighten more and more. She did say that; she complained about how difficult it was to find a partner until she found Namjoon. Then, she told him he was her standard and that she wanted him to be the one she found. To hear him say all that about someone else suddenly felt like—

“How did you— I mean.” He cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his head. “What's his name? What does he do?”

“I don't want to talk about him.”

Angie was rigid and unmoving as she said this. Her reply might have been thoughtless, but she had no doubts about it. She didn’t want to talk about someone else when Namjoon was right there. Something was stuck in her throat, and the more she tried to figure it out, the more it mixed with her heartache like oil and water.

Namjoon nodded. “I understand. I was just…”

“Being nice?”

She clenched her jaw and finally met his eyes, and it risked setting her anger ablaze. She thought he didn't need to hide behind a mask of niceties with her.

Perhaps she thought wrong. Everything felt wrong anyway.

She swallowed dryly and looked away, giving them a moment to breathe and Namjoon a minute to smoke. Maybe she was seeing it all wrong.

She turned to him again. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He chuckled the smoke out. “I’m happy for you, all I want is for you to be happy and do great.”

Her jaw set again, and this time, she bit her tongue to stay quiet. The more he said that, the more furious she became, making her clutch the hem of her shirt.

He took a drag before admitting, “I realized a while ago that I might never… have a long-lasting relationship. Because of my crazy life.” Angie looked into his eyes and saw everything he was leaving unsaid — his time would never align with hers and allow it. “So I don't blame you. I mean, quite the opposite. I'm happy I didn't hold you back.”

Angie scoffed and looked away. She was not stupid; she was well aware of their reality. She wasn't pissed because she harbored a false hope that they'd meet and get together, but because of how detached he was. She couldn’t help but despise his attitude. As though he was well above everything. As though what had happened between them was a closed chapter in the past that he had closed long ago. While she was feeling all sorts of things she couldn't even describe.

“Right.” She tried to reel in the dryness. “I'd say same, but… never mind, none of my business. I thought I changed your mind two years ago, but I guess I didn't.”

“What do you mean?”

Her features showed a hint of the bitterness inside her for a second as she observed the Las Vegas lights. The city that witnessed people's crazy and kept all their secrets. She could almost feel it in the breeze as it twirled her hair.

She looked down and brushed her hair properly behind her ears. That just wouldn't happen.

“I told you from the start that sacrifice wasn't fair. That life is more than chasing success after success. That your work shouldn’t dictate your life. That happiness is something else. Yoongi and Hyejin are the living proof that it's possible — that there's always a way.”

He smiled and looked at the floor. “They are, it's true. It’s not impossible if one is lucky to have their time aligned with the one.”

She scoffed; there it was again. And this time, it stung harshly. He meant that their time never would align like Yoongi’s and Hyejin’s, and it hurt more than she thought it would. Because he said it, contrasting so heavily with the words he had left her with before.

There could still be a future in which we will see each other again.

Because she realized, the more he talked, that he was right. Maybe he wasn’t the person she had dreamt of anymore, and it hurt like hell.

“Right… Well, obviously. I don't know what I was thinking.”

She couldn’t even look at him, and the view of the city lights was pointless. Nothing could improve her mood right now.

He kept smoking next to her in silence, and her exasperation stole away every spark of joy. What was she doing? They were not on the same page, and the more she stood there, the more alone and at a loss she felt.

Once her heart was empty, she glanced at him and gave up. She didn't even know what to say; she just turned and walked away. Whatever her heart was holding onto… was gone.

Hyejin gripped the microphone as she sang Lee Seung Chul’s My Love, as chosen by Jin. She was not a singer by any stretch of the imagination, but it didn’t matter because they always did it for the fun of it.

“I’ll tightly hug you and then I’ll let you go,” she sang in Korean, putting on a proper show. “I’ll shout out your name once again and say my love.” She raised her hand to Yoongi, who didn’t even bat an eye at her playfulness. It made her grip the microphone more seriously and change her register from desperately in love to a lover saying goodbye. “You won’t be able to hear when I say I love you.”

She kept singing, but deep down, she checked out. Just what was happening tonight?

Yoongi was mad at her for showing up with Angie, and she thought he wasn’t being fair. He was completely exaggerating! So what if Angie and Namjoon had met and slept together the last two times they met? They were adults. Not to mention that they never mentioned one another, let alone cared. Yoongi acted as though the fact that they once slept together meant that they were star-crossed lovers. How could that be when they literally moved on? They acted like the other didn’t exist! Hyejin was free to bring her best friend to her boyfriend’s concert, damn it!

“I’m alright – those words are pitiful lies,” she kept singing, running her eyes over the rest of the group. “We try to smile but we’re only filled with tears.”

The guys were tired and trying their best to have fun, fortunately, cheering her on as she sang. Meanwhile, her best friend was downing drink after drink, and Hyejin couldn’t even convince her to get on stage and sing. Which was a shame, too, because she could sing, and Hyejin bet Namjoon didn’t even know it. At least she was able to prevent her from running back to Hyejin’s hotel room, the one she wouldn’t really use cause she always slept with Yoongi, anyway. Hyejin wanted Angie to have fun, but something was spoiling her mood. Knowing her, she was brooding about work again. They really needed to talk about that, from a previous workaholic to another.

“Oh rather than a bright and sunny morning, the night’s moonlight is better. Setting aside the goodbye kiss for a moment, let’s stay like this,” she sang as she came to the song’s close. Her eyes settled on Yoongi again, who was stiffly sitting beside Namjoon on the opposite side of the lounge. The latter’s leg kept jumping to a faster pace than her song, and she wondered if they’d all just call it a night soon. “I’ll tightly hug you and then I’ll let you go. I’ll shout out your name once again and say my love. You won’t be able to hear when I say I love you, my love!!”

She finished dramatically and bowed deeply as the guys clapped and cheered her heartfelt performance. She got down from the makeshift stage and sat down next to Yoongi, taking Namjoon’s spot as he got up to go to the bathroom. The others were quick to argue over who should go next, but Hyejin didn’t pay any attention. She grabbed Yoongi’s hand on his lap, and he gave her a look that made her huff with exasperation.

“What? Still that? Won’t you drop it?” she asked, rolling her eyes. She jutted her chin in Angie’s direction, seeing her asking for something else to drink at the bar. “She’s fine, he’s fine, they’re fine!”

“Fine?” Yoongi all but hissed, then glanced at the others, and his expression became as smooth as porcelain again. “Forget it.”

“No!” She frowned, letting go of his hand since he wasn’t grabbing her back. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting? They are over each other, it happened a year ago—”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and got up, flaring her anger before he turned around and said, “I’m not having this conversation here.”

She was quick to follow him out of the bar area, knowing he detested having arguments in public. She understood and shared his vision and was one hundred percent set on telling him to back off and stop mulling over something everyone was over with. Following him to the restaurant’s entryway, she already had her arguments prepared and listed in her mind.

Except suddenly he turned around to face her with a mix of anger and disbelief that momentarily stunned her.

“How can you be so blind?!” He said, his eyebrows puckered in confusion and befuddlement. “He’s clearly still in love with her!”

She staggered not to clash against him and blinked quickly, trying to assimilate that piece of information. “What? No way! Did he tell you that?”

“No.”

“Then don’t just say that!”

He huffed. “Hyejin—”

“He moved on! He’s super busy!”

“He makes himself busy!” Yoongi threw his hands in the air, exasperated to his core. “He drowns in work by choice! Have you heard what he’s been working on?” Hyejin frowned, and he shook his head sadly. “He has hope! Or had!”

“What?” She grimaced; was he delusional? “He never once asked me about her!”

“Because that was their deal!”

She opened her mouth to argue, but that she couldn’t deny. Hyejin always found their deal very frustrating — no phone numbers, no contacts, no questions. It introduced unnecessary hurdles between them, and she was totally against it and, alas, unable to do anything about it.

She sighed. “That doesn’t mean he loves her.”

He rubbed his face, calming down a little. “But you know him. He hopes, he dreams, he fantasizes, heck— He probably uses that feeling as a catalyst, as the flame that keeps him going. Or else he wouldn’t be writing about an angel in all his songs over the last year.”

Hyejin swallowed dryly and then shook her head. “So what? I shouldn’t have brought her here because he might feel something for her?”

Yoongi heaved a deep breath. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. Life happened, it is what it is. But you were careless, talking like that and not giving him any heads up. You have no idea the size of his sacrifice. I was sad and angry when I once thought I lost you and could never turn time around to do something to fight for you. How do you think he feels?”

She bristled, looking at him in disbelief. “You can’t be comparing—”

“I am,” he deadpanned, stepping closer to look deeply into her eyes. “Love doesn’t have to grow for a lifetime to be devastatingly powerful.”

She gasped, unable to find words. He was talking about their love, the one they cherished after fighting and enduring so many hardships to get there. Yoongi was really saying that Angie and Namjoon’s feelings compared.

“Namjoon feels that way about your friend Angie,” he insisted more calmly. “And you just pushed him off a cliff by—”

“Guys.”

The couple suddenly muted and turned to find Namjoon just about to head to the balcony. He had a huge smile on his face and zero worries.

“I’m fine. It’s totally fine! Don’t worry about it. We’re all tired, I’m going to smoke one and go sleep! You should, too!”

Namjoon turned quickly to push the heavy glass doors and step into the cold night air of the balcony without bothering to register Hyejin and Yoongi’s replies. He had heard most of their fight when exiting the bathroom only to stumble on them, and there was nothing to say. Hyejin was justified in thinking he didn’t feel anything about Angie, and Yoongi knew him too well — of course, he’d know the truth.

So there was nothing to be mad about, at least at Hyejin. She didn’t have to give him a heads-up about bringing a friend along to a concert or dinner; they were childhood friends, and they never needed that before. He and Angie had a deal for a reason, and maybe that all happened for the best. Maybe it was a good thing that he never reached out to Hyejin about going to Boston like he intended to. That way, Angie didn’t know how he was looking forward to seeing her, which would have only made her feel worse, considering—

He heaved a deep breath, carding his light brown hair out of his forehead. He didn’t understand the way Angie spoke of her boyfriend or why she was angry with him. It was as though she expected him to be dating, too, and was upset that he wasn’t. Which made him kick a cigarette butt in front of his shoe and scoff — he knew who he wanted for the past year. It was crazy, but he accepted his heart. And he was fine with her wanting something else, it just—

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, knowing that feeling in the depth of his gut — he was pissed. He hated it all. Hated the sorrow in her eyes, but most of all, the sorrow inside his chest. What else did he expect? That a year later, he’d show up at her door and that she’d still love him? That she would have been hung up on him as he was on her? Dreaming about her? Writing songs about her? Yoongi was right — she was a fire that kept him going. Inadvertently or not, he hoped with his whole heart that he would have been able to hold her again and feel that way again.

But it was fucking hopeless. He was hopeless. All he had left was that familiar and unsurmountable distance between them and jealousy. He would never meet the guy, but he would envy him for the rest of his life.

He felt his pockets in search of his pack of cigarettes when he heard noise from behind him, making him turn with a raised eyebrow. Angie had just barged outside, rushing to him with an angry expression that didn’t relent when she stopped and faced him.

“I have something to say, and I won’t be able to swallow it, so I’m just gonna say it.”

He nodded slowly, standing there just looking at her. “Okay.”

“I’m so fucking pissed!” She almost shouted, gripping her hair for a moment before getting it off her face. “The moment I stop waiting for you, you show up! What the fuck is up with that?! And I know you don’t owe me shit, but you promised you wouldn’t forget! And of course, you don’t have to feel anything anymore, that’s fine. I can’t do anything about it, I get it, why would you feel anything, I just— It just fucking hurts because I hoped for so fucking long to— to see you again and feel that way again and live again and just—” Her voice wavered, and she looked away to wipe the tears, panting as though she had just run a sprint. “It’s not fair that I feel like I just lost so fucking much while you feel nothing at all. I thought we’d at least remember it together.”

Angie cleaned her tears with her palms and didn’t notice how Namjoon was clenching his jaw. His chest was a warzone — how could she accuse him of all that?

“What do you want me to say?”

She looked at him again, anger emerging in her red and tearful eyes. “Did you not just hear any word I said?”

“I did, Angie. And what do you want me to say?”

Her lips trembled as she looked up at him, gritting her teeth hard. She might have been angry, and so was he, and yet, despite it all, the truth was still simple. He did want her to be happy — mentioning how he felt wouldn’t help her in any way. It was just pointless.

“Fine, fuck it, don’t say anything—”

She was turning around to leave, and he grabbed her arm to stop her, making her clash against his chest. He didn’t recognize himself in that type of behavior, so maybe it was the alcohol. Or it was just the longing inside his chest needing every second he could have with her before he’d lose her again, and for good.

“What do you want me to say?” he repeated quietly, almost under his breath, but it was fine because she could hear him. “That I waited? That I feel so fucking much— You think I forgot? How can you even think that?”

He realized his tone was dry and quiet, and it was his best effort not to blow up with the injustice inside his heart, too.

“What you said!” she roared, looking at him in disbelief. “How you said it! You made it sound like I’m an annoying fling mentioning something you’d like to keep buried or som—”

“You know better than that.”

He let go of her, not wanting to hurt her or force her to stay close to him like that, but she didn’t move one inch away.

“I do not. I only know what you tell me.” She poked his chest. “So if there’s anything you’d like me to know, then you have to tell me.”

He gritted his teeth again, facing her with a burning heart while fighting the tears in his eyes. There was so fucking much he wanted to say, but he was mute. Fuck, she looked beautiful, even angry at him. He hadn’t seen her in a year, and suddenly, every second was an opportunity to refresh his memory with her sweet image. He wanted to cradle her cheek and feel her soft skin, lean in to breathe in her sweet orchid scent, trace her delicate skin with his lips until their lips could—

She scoffed and stepped back, shaking her head. “Never mind.”

His hands snapped forward to grab her arms and pull her close again, and this time, he didn’t hold back. “You’re driving me fucking insane. Shut up and listen,” he told her, shaking his head once. “You have to know better than that because you were there. You know how we felt together, our promises, our deal. I didn’t forget. You have no idea how much I thought of you. When I saw you at the concert, I thought I imagined you there just because I had been thinking about you so much. Earlier, when you were finally in my fucking arms, I thought I’d never let go. I wanted to grab you and kiss you, and nothing and nobody would have fucking mattered. You think I feel nothing?” His throat tightened with his heartache resurging at the thought. “I wanted to say free and interested before you even said hello. I feel so fucking much, you have no idea,” his voice wavered, and he let her go. He had no right to hold her like that. “But it doesn’t matter. Because you’re with someone else, and I do want you to be happy.”

She grabbed his sweater by his chest. “You’d be with me?”

He sighed and closed his eyes. “Angie.”

“Just tell me, please!”

“Yes,” he said, his voice laced with defeat. “I wouldn’t have wasted a minute away from you. I might have let us stay around the others, but only if you promised you’d have time for me later. And I don’t mean just taking you to my room and spending the night with you. Tomorrow is our last tour date, and I would cancel everything afterward just to stay with you for as long as possible. I need to drown in you until I forget my fucking name.”

He couldn’t help the need and craving in his tone, and the way she reached to cup his jawline didn’t help. It made him long for her again.

He let his forehead fall to her shoulder, and as she embraced him close, so did he. His arms wrapped around her middle as he delved into the desperation inside his chest. There was no point in admitting to any of that.

“Fuck it,” she muttered into his ear. “I'll just call him and break up right now—”

“No.” He raised his head to face her, staying so close her breath fanned his face. “No, you can’t do that. That’s just an impulse.”

“It's much more than that,” she argued, her eyes hardening while his lightened.

“It's reckless.”

“I don't care!”

“It's not fair,” he insisted, and she frowned.

“What do you mean? I’d have you. You just said it,” she continued, doubt crossing her features yet again, and he couldn’t help the turmoil of emotions inside his chest.

He shook his head with a smile as a tear escaped down his cheek. “Angie,” he whispered, cradling her cheeks gently. “Yes, you would have me. I'd give you my all. I would love you without regrets.” She trembled and held onto him harder. “I want to. So much,” he whispered, touching her forehead with his. “But it would be a moment in time. I can't give you more.” He opened his eyes, staring into her beautiful, astute gaze that he loved so much. “Nothing has changed — I’m still committed to something bigger than myself.” She closed her eyes and grimaced, but she didn’t argue. “And what you have now… is more. More than I can hope to give you. And you deserve everything.”

She shook her head, comforted by his soothing thumbs brushing her cheeks. “I don't care. I don’t know why, but I don’t care.”

“Could it be because you drank a lot?” he asked, and she groaned a no. “You always said you didn’t want us to get drunk.”

“Because the first time, we didn’t know each other yet, and the second time, I wanted to enjoy every second,” she explained, knowing he knew it very well. He brushed her grown curtain bangs behind her ear, and she insisted, “It’s not because I’m drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You can’t say that,” he replied simply, never stopping his thumb on her cheek. “It’s best not to make any decisions right now. I don’t want to be someone you regret.”

“You would never be,” she promised, facing him with harsh eyes, yet he chuckled.

“It’s not something I want to risk.”

She grabbed his wrists, tearing up as her emotions emerged again. “But you’d risk missing this opportunity?” His expression sobered a little bit more, and she continued, “You think I have forgotten? About our time together? About us? I can’t.”

“No. I know you haven't.” The certainty in his voice helped her look at him and finally feel like they were still on the same page. “And you don’t have to. But you found someone special. Remember? You said they didn't have to be me.”

Angie’s face twisted into an ugly grimace as she bawled. “You know why I said that!”

He let go of her cheeks to wrap his arms around her and crush her to him, supporting her through it. “I know. I knew then and now. And I'm okay with it. Okay?” She kept crying, and he kept holding her. “I just want you to be happy, that's it. Remember? I'm the one you searched for and had to let go.”

She sobbed. “But I want our time to align.”

He squeezed her harder. “It hasn't… but it's okay… I'm really happy for you.”

She suddenly pulled away and faced him sternly despite the abundance of tears on her face. “If you say that one more time, I will hate you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Her anger instantly dissipated from her features as he cleaned the tear traces softly with his thumb. His gentle care gave her time to breathe and look at him properly, beyond anger and grief. He looked tired and sad yet happy. He might have been better at hiding it, but he was suffering, too.

“I'll regret it,” she breathed. His eyes jumped to hers again, and she nodded. “Won't I? I'll regret this for the rest of my life.”

His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and she knew he wanted to deny it. She gave him a look, and he finally smiled. “Isn't that what we're made of? Our dreams and regrets.”

Namjoon woke up to the sound of the bathroom door closing on the other end of the hotel room. He heard someone using the bathroom and groaned, pressing his fingers into the back of his nape as he sat up on the couch.

That wasn’t his hotel room, and looking around, his mind pieced everything easily despite the huge headache. Hyejin and Yoongi found him and Angie on the rooftop the night before and took matters into their own hands. Hyejin promised to take care of Angie, and Yoongi didn’t even have to ask; Namjoon just followed him to his hotel room.

They asked for a bottle of whiskey. Yoongi was the perfect drinking buddy, letting Namjoon drink and talk his heart out. He had never discussed Angie so openly, but it felt fitting. Namjoon was there when Yoongi finally admitted that he was in love with Hyejin at her wedding, and now Yoongi was there for him.

“I’m burying my heart tonight,” Namjoon said, with self-contempt twisting his smile. He was repeating his hyung’s words but without any hope of ever getting another chance. If anything, he was mourning the chance that never existed, even though he wanted it so much. It drowned him in sorrow before he could drown in the bottle.

The bathroom door opened, and Yoongi croaked, “Morning.”

Namjoon just groaned.

Yoongi hummed as he read something on his phone. “Hyejin sent me a text. They’re going to grab a taxi and take a flight to Boston. Do you want to see Angie off?”

Namjoon got onto his feet instantly. He only washed his face and used the bathroom because Yoongi told him to and promised he’d ask Hyejin to wait.

Time flew by, and suddenly, he was walking into Hyejin’s room. The first thing he noticed was the luggage by the door that someone would soon come to pick up. Then, he walked further in, and everything blurred except her.

Angie got up from the bed she was sitting on and opened her arms to welcome him, and he didn’t hesitate to hold her again. He wouldn’t have dared to ask, but he wouldn’t squander the opportunity.

“Hey,” she finally whispered after a while. He let her pull away so they could face each other, barely noticing that Yoongi and Hyejin had stepped out to give them privacy. “Are you okay? You look sick.”

He smiled and enjoyed her sweet caress down his cheek. “I drank with Yoongi and didn’t sleep much.” She nodded and he didn’t hold back from caressing her cheek, too. “You look tired,” he pointed out, noticing her dark circles and puffy eyes.

“I cried a lot… Hyejin stayed with me all night.”

He chuckled. “Same with Yoongi. I’m glad I stayed with him, or I would have found my way to your door again and acted all pathetic like last time.”

“Are we?” she asked earnestly, her eyes tearing up. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and she continued, “I’m sober now, and I think the same way as I did last night. Hyejin told me I only live once, and you’d tell me I’m being reckless and impulsive, and I just feel like I’m going to drown because I’ll regret it either way.”

Her voice wavered as she faced him despite the certainty in her features. Unfortunately, all he could do was look at her without knowing what to say. The headache wasn’t helping.

“You were right. Cheating isn’t me, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Breaking up over the phone is nasty, and he doesn’t deserve that. So last night was the right decision. But I’ll still regret it. Especially if I never see you again. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. Isn’t that more pathetic?”

Her voice broke down at the end, and he hugged her immediately as strongly as he could. “No. Listen to me: nothing has changed. I have wished for your happiness from the moment we met, and that’s all I’ll ever wish for you. You and I…” he turned his face so he could whisper into her ear. “The type of love we have for each other is ours alone. It’s unique and special and different in our own way. It transcends time and will always take a part of my heart.”

A sob shook her. “Namjoon…”

“So don’t worry. I’ll always be that someone you know, and our time theory stays the same: there could still be a future in which we will see each other again. That’s all I hope for, Angie. That’s all I want.”

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cheekykitsune · 2 months ago

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Agitation

Hey guys!

So here's a little Kyojuro x Reader piece for you all! It's set in the Mafia AU and while it's not super spicy, it does have a certain kind of tension to it.

Now, this post is technically an hour late...but that's because I went to bed early last night, woke up late and then had things to do, cause I'm a functioning and apparently moderately functioning adult.

Usually I queue these up to post at certain times so that I can work on other things, but either way, it's here now! And that's the important thing.

Anyways, go ahead and enjoy the mafia-drenched charm of Kyojuro!

You blinked, barely catching the sound of the study door slamming shut over the frantic footsteps that now echoed down the hallway.

Two of Kyojuro’s subordinates—grown men—rushed past you. Looking completely and utterly terrified; avoiding eye-contact with you as if your gaze might drag them back into the lion’s den they had just escaped from.

You tilted your head, eyebrows raising in a mix of surprise and curiosity. Kyojuro so very rarely lost his temper—and when he did, well, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to be anywhere but in his line of sight. Still though, it was curious, you hadn’t heard any shouting. No breaking glass. No blood. Just silence.

Which, in all honesty, was worse.

Deciding to satiate your curiosity, you made your way over to his study—each step light and purposeful, making little sound on the polished floors. You eased the door open with a gentle push, slipping through the gap and letting it close behind you with a firm click.

“Kyojuro?”

You kept your voice light—careful—as you called out to him. Treating the situation like you were stepping into a cage with a sleeping beast; but not out of fear. No, it was out of respect.

He didn’t turn around. Kyojuro stood with his back to you, shoulders taut beneath the dark stretch of his tailored shirt. One hand held the neck of a crystal decanter, the other steadying a heavy glass as amber liquid sloshed into it with a slow, controlled pour.

The bar cart beside the window caught the late afternoon sun, casting golden reflections along the edges of his broad frame.

You lingered at the door for a moment longer, watching the tension roll beneath the surface; then, your steps brought you closer. Slow, but unhesitant, until you were only a few feet behind him.

“Kyojuro.” You spoke again, softer this time, but still loud enough to catch his attention—though he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he raised the glass to his lips, took a measured sip before finally speaking.

“They forgot who they were speaking to.”

The words made your stomach flutter with anticipation. That tone of voice always made you react like that; it told you that your Alpha was agitated—sure, he appeared to be calm and in control of himself; but experience told you that if you pushed just right, you were in for a fantastic experience.

“I see…” You hummed, drawing closer until you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. “And do you think you managed to remind them?”

Kyojuro’s broad shoulders rose with a breath—controlled, but tight. He set the glass down on the bar cart with a clink, knuckles flexing as though he was trying to resist the urge to crush it in his palm.

His head turned slightly, just enough so that you could see the sharp line of his jaw. “Oh, I reminded them.”

Your lips curled as you watched him. “And I’d bet you didn’t even have to raise your voice.”

Kyojuro turned fully to face you, his gaze meeting yours—his face was composed, but his scent told a different story. Smoke. Spice. And the barely-there bite of aggression still simmering under his skin.

“You know me better than that, Love.” He chuckled humourlessly, his voice low and smooth. “I never need to shout to make a point.”

No. He didn’t. His presence alone was enough. You had seen full-grown men fall to pieces under nothing more than a look from him. But that wasn’t what made you step closer, and it certainly wasn’t what made your fingers itch to touch him.

It was that low, controlled rage—the kind that made every muscle in his body hum like a drawn bow.

“You do have a way of putting people in their place, I’ll admit that.” You smiled, eyes drifting down to his chest before dragging back up to his meet his gaze. “But it does make me wonder where my place is today…”

In an instant, his arm was around your waist, tugging you flush against his chest. The heat of his body poured into yours, his other hand sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck; tilting your head up as he looked down at you with narrowed eyes and a dangerous grin.

“Careful.” He murmured; voice rough. “I’m not in the mood to be teased, my beautiful Omega.”

“I’m not teasing.” You whispered back to him, tilting your head to the side, your breath brushing against his lips. “I’m offering myself as a distraction.”

The growl that rumbled from his chest made your thighs clench. Then, he kissed you. It wasn’t soft, nor was it sweet. It was a claiming.

An open-mouthed, bruising, breath-stealing kiss that pulled a soft whimper from your throat. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours, demanding more—demanding everything—as his hand tightened at your waist; fingers curling possessively.

Your hands gripped at the front of his shirt, needing something to hold onto as the taste of rum and smoke flooded your senses.

He broke the kiss just long enough to rest his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling with a sharp edge. “You always come to me when I’m like this. Why is that?”

You blinked up at him, more than a little breathless. “Because when you’re like this, you need me.”

A dangerous grin stretched across his lips at your answer.

“You’re right.”

And then he was lifting you—strong arms gripping under your thighs as he carried you across the room; each step filled with barely-leashed hunger. Your back hit the desk with a gentle thud, papers sliding from beneath you and fluttering to the floor.

You barely had time to catch your breath before his hands were tugging your thighs wider, sliding up higher while his gaze dropped to your lips; a low rumble building in his chest again.

His fingers moved away from your thighs and to his belt, undoing it slowly. Taking his time and enjoying the needy expression on your features.

“If you keep looking at me like that, (Name)…” He trailed off, dragging the leather through the hoops of his pants. “Then I won’t be gentle with you.”

You shivered in delight at the lowly uttered warning; delighted. You didn’t want gentle from your agitated Alpha—you wanted everything he had to give, and then some.

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loveshotzz · 1 year ago

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Is It New Years Yet?

steve harrington x fem!reader ✨Part One✨

Santa Tell Me

summary: When you meet Steve Harrington the first time it’s by accident, the second time a coincidence, and by the third he’s calling it fate.

wc: 8.1k

warnings: 18+ series, a christmas meet cute with steve who’s in his 30’s, smut in later chapters, drinking, smoking, eddie munson is our best friend/roommate, him and steve don’t know each other in this AU.

authors note: this wasn’t supposed to be this big or long but here we are. thank you for all your patience and sweet words, I’m so excited to share this with you.

series masterlist -> ✨ part two

The Marshall Fields feels alive with only three weeks left until Christmas, making it a next to impossible mission to get to your job in the restaurant that sits on top of the seven story tourist attraction. At least on time.

Bing Crosby’s ‘It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’ spills from the speakers overhead, the deep baritone of his voice is barely audible over the low murmur of conversation happening all around you. Lush, large boughs of green pine hang pristine from the historically tall ceilings, shimmering tinsel draped with purpose at the ends of them catching in the light. It reflects off the gold ornaments that cover it in a perfect pattern. It’s almost enough for you to forget how annoyed you are.

Your slip resistant shoes catch and scuffle along the deep crimson carpet as you move through the shoulder to shoulder crowd. It doesn’t take you very long to find a break in it, still scratching at your nose that itches from your walk through the fragrance department. Your small victory is quickly diminished when you see a swarm of families standing in front of the golden doors of the elevators.

You silently curse yourself for not leaving earlier, completely forgetting that Santa was on the fifth floor today. As if on queue, a little girl with perfect blonde curls that bounce as she runs smacks into your legs just like your realization, falling back on her butt with a thud. Her pearly white dress flutters around her, and the two of you stare each other down for what feels like an eternity until her mother rushes over with panicked apologies right as her daughter breaks out the waterworks.

The noise makes you grimace, mumbling a ‘it’s fine’ under your breath before turning on your heel. Reaching behind, you pull your phone from your back pocket to see just how late you really are, accepting defeat with having to take the scenic, much more time consuming route up the escalators. The bold white numbers that flash across the screen tell you that you’re already five minutes past the start of your shift. A long sigh slips from between your lips as you give up on trying to rush.

Moving with the flow of the crowd, the beginning jingle of Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ starts to play, and with the grand spectacle of the yearly decorations, it’s hard not to feel all the emotions of nostalgia they’re trying to pull from you, making you roll your eyes singing along with her under your breath.

The big water fountain in the middle of the men’s department comes into view from the tops of bobbing heads, one of the many physical markers in this building you’ve had to use so you don’t get lost in the retail maze they’ve created, letting you know that you’re close to your destination. Weaving through the sea of people, you try to gear up to break free from the human traffic jam, the signs pointing to the escalators in your sights. His panicked voice is what you hear first, an obvious friendliness still hidden underneath it despite the way it shakes every time you hear him say “excuse me?”

Your eyes search for the owner, and when you find him, regret buries itself deep in your gut when they land on his face.

A perfect mess of dark chestnut hair, with tips that look like they were dipped in honey sits on top of his head. The hints of gold hidden inside shimmer under the lights, as it curls wildly behind his ears. It almost looks styled that way, that is until you see his big hand run through it twice in the span of a few seconds. Warm brown eyes squint as he turns in a full circle glancing between his phone and the signs the point to the city street exits on either side of him. The hoards of people surrounding him completely ignoring his existence as he looks around painfully lost.

His nose is sharp, just like his jaw that’s dusted with the faint hint of a five o’clock shadow. The two prominent moles that sit side by side on his cheek stick out on his unseasonably sun kissed skin that seems to glow against the dark maroon color of his sweater. It’s snug across a broad chest, just like the washed out black jeans that fit a light too well around his thighs. His chocolate colored peacoat looks tailored to fit his biceps, with shiny gold buttons that match the buckle on his russet leather loafers, and the chain that dangles from around his neck.

You watch him try to ask a few friendly faces for help, only receiving a shrug and a half smile by the ones that actually acknowledge him. He mutters something that sounds sarcastic to himself as you get closer, his hands moving animatedly before he huffs pinching the bridge of his nose.

Maybe it’s the Christmas decorations, or the Mariah Carey, or maybe it’s just the fact that you’d rather take pity on a handsome stranger than go to your job. Whatever reason it is, you decide to make the stupid mistake to help him.

“Hey,” you greet timidly, getting just close enough to smell the cedar and cinnamon that seems to cling to the expensive wool of his coat, ignoring the way your stomach flips because of course he smells good right?

“Are you lost?”

He doesn’t hear you over the internal battle going on inside his head, not even registering that someone is finally stopping to offer the help he’d just been pleading for, quietly grumbling, ‘you wanted to move to the city, now you can’t even find your way through a damn store’.

You clear your throat before it can get anymore awkward, alerting him of your presence while letting your curious gaze wander up his tall broad frame. Those squinted brown eyes look big now as they meet yours, and you can see green inside them that you couldn’t before and it sparkles brighter than the tinsel hanging from the boughs behind him.

Yeah, you’ve made a huge mistake.

He blinks a few times, before a wide smile stretches across his face somehow making him even more handsome as he reveals a set of perfectly straight teeth. The smile pushes up his cheeks, and crinkles the skin around his eyes, and you watch all the aggravation from before melt off of his perfectly sculpted face and you wish you could go back those few minutes in time and abort the mission. This is no damsel in distress.

“Hi” is all that he says, peony’s painting his cheeks as he runs his hand through his thick hair again. It looks even softer up close.

“Hey,” you giggle, nerves taking over and you want to pinch yourself for it. “I just wanted to see if you needed some help, you look a little lost.”

You try to seem indifferent when you catch the way his gaze roams quickly down your body, thankful you did laundry last night and had on your tight fitting work slacks today that showed off your curves.

“So lost!” He groans, the blush on his cheeks deepening with the tips of his ears. “If I’m being completely honest with you, I don’t even know what floor I’m on.”

You try to hide the way you snort, slapping your palm over your mouth.

“Hey, be nice!” He laughs, trying his best to fight it to put on a hurt expression, “this is like my first time here, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you try to fight off you smile, “I didn’t mean to laugh at you —“

“Steve,” interjects with a grin, those perfect teeth biting at his full bottom lip as he sticks out one of his hands for you to take, a gold band wrapped around his middle finger you didn’t notice before gleaming when it hits the light.

“Well, Steve,” you try not to laugh, which ends up being easy to do when you slip your hand into his and watch it disappear behind his long fingers when they wrap around them. “You’re on the first floor if you can believe it.

“That’s fucking embarrassing. Wow.” He groans, letting your hand go to run his palm down his face, and you hate that you feel the loss in your gut. “Sorry I didn’t mean to cuss.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” You tease with a wink, enjoying the way it only makes the color on his face deepen. “Where are you trying to go? I work on the seventh floor. I might be able to take you on my way.”

It takes Steve a minute to formulate an answer to your offer, still stuck on the fact a complete stranger was being so nice to him, and the silence between you goes on just long enough to make you second guess everything.

“Or I could just try and give you directions if that’s more comfortable for you.” You offer, adjusting the straps of your backpack nervously.

“I’m trying to get to the women’s department,” Steve finally blurts out, sensing the shift in your energy and quickly tries to recover with another card through his hair and a crooked smile, “specifically the handbags, and I absolutely think you should take me.”

His gaze narrows the color in his eyes darkening into something more flirtatious than nervous.

“Who knows how long it’d take me to get there without a beautiful, clearly smart woman such yourself to help me anyway.”

Your stomach does that thing that you hate again, and all the heat in your body licks at your cheeks like flames. You can’t remember the last time a man actually used the word beautiful. Hot? Absolutely. Cute? Sure. Pretty? Yeah, a few times, but never beautiful. It sits in your chest where it blossoms into another painfully big smile that pushes your cheeks up even more, and you have to look away from his face for a moment when he matches it with his own.

“O- okay, if you just, uh wanna follow me?” Words get lost on your tongue and it comes out more shy than you would’ve liked, but you turn on your heel before you can think too hard about it when he gestures you forward.

You hear him mutter ‘are you kidding me?’ under his breath as you lead him to the escalators just around the corner, making him realize how close they were this whole time and you wonder just how long he was actually looking for them. The smell of mint hits your nose as you pass the Frango chocolate stand and it mixes with the spice of his cologne as he trails close behind. Butterflies threatening to break from cocoons hearing the way his steps match yours.

He stops next to you as you come to halt to wait your turn to hop onto the moving metal steps. You look up at him and there’s an awkwardness that threatens to fill the small space between you that has you giving him a tight lipped smile that he returns with the kind of confidence that makes your palms sweat and you have to look away.

“I say we make our move after white puffer coat comin’ up here.” His voice startles you when it comes out low, close enough to the shell of your ear that you swear you can feel the whisper of his lips. Spearmint stings your nose from the gum that snaps between his teeth, and the heat of his breath makes goosebumps jump along the back of your neck.

Why did you do this?

You meet his gaze from the corner of your eye, letting him see the playful glint that dances in them before giving a curt nod of your head.

“On the count of three…” You play along, despite everything inside you telling you to stop flirting back and it makes Steve’s whole face light up, long fingers flexing at his side with the need to find yours again.

“One..” He starts, and your eyes meet ‘white puffer coat’ who’s now only a few steps away before finding Steve’s again who’s stare very obviously never left your face.

“Two..” You giggle trying to hide the way your body starts to buzz and if it wasn’t for Steve’s giddy expression you’d be more embarrassed than you actually are.

“Thre-“ His final count gets cut off by the feeling of your fingers wrapping around his, tugging him onto the stairs early with a loud cackle that has you throwing your head back and he swears the sound tilts his world off its axis.

His cheeks dust pink under the bright light looking down his nose at you with a wide smile that shows all his teeth. An expensive loafer sits wedged between your work shoes and the other on the step above, caging you against the side as you ride up to the next floor, and he’s close enough for you to see a smattering of more freckles that dot the bridge of his nose and the side of his neck, even one on the tip of his earlobe.

He’s still holding your hand.

Your fingers twist and flex at the realization, dropping from his hold and Steve clears his throat because of it. Adam’s apple bobbing as you land on the second floor, he shoves his hand in his pocket, standing a more appropriate distance from you as you get on the next set of stairs going up.

“So what’s on the seventh floor?” He asks, finally breaking the silence that crackles with something you aren’t prepared for today.

“Oh, um, The Walnut Room.” you know where the big Christmas tree is?” You answer with a small smile and it makes him snort, the noise making your eyes go big and the corners of your lips twist up more.

“I couldn’t find the escalators, you think I know where the big Christmas tree is? Don’t flatter me so much or I’ll think you’re flirting with me, honey.” Steve grins, the cool air of confidence from before coming back and you hate that it makes your cheeks burn even worse the second time around.

“Well,” you start unable to bring yourself to meet his gaze as the two of you make your way to the next set of escalators with nerves rattling in your chest as the new floor brings more people, and it makes it impossible for him to keep his distance this time, “now you know where it is.”

“Is that an invitation?” He smirks looking down at you, teeth gleaming even whiter from this close and butterfly wings tickle at your rib cage.

“Getting a new purse for your girlfriend?” You ask in an attempt to dodge his obvious flirting, doing your best to ignore the way his fingers keep bumping into yours as you share the same step.

“Mom, actually. No girlfriend.” Your obvious prying makes something smug flash behind his eyes. “Is that the answer you were hoping for?”

You huff with a roll of your eyes, unable to fight the way your cheeks push up again despite the shake of your head earning a deep chuckle from Steve who can see right through you.

“I actually just moved here, maybe a month ago,” he starts, your heart sinking a little at his reveal and your walls that had started to slowly retreat quickly go back up the few inches they dared to come down. “M parents, they’re….they’re tough to impress, and I’m just trying to find something nice for my Mom. Something that screams ‘Hey! Merry Christmas! I didn’t make a big mistake moving here!’ You know?”

You nod with the kind of laugh that makes his eyes sparkle at the noise.

“A purse absolutely says that, I think.” Your words drip with sarcasm as the two of you make your way onto the third floor, shoulders bumping as you turn towards the next set of moving stairs, both your feet landing on the same metal step again.

“You know, I thought so too.” He beams, not missing a beat. “What about you? Got any fun plans with your boyfriend for Christmas?”

Before you have a chance to answer, an impatient woman choosing to walk the escalators in the kind of rush you should really be in knocks into Steve’s back with her shoulder, making him lose his balance and stumble into you. Large hands grab at your waist to steady himself, the warmth of his palms spreading through your body as it seeps through the thin material of your slacks. The steady beating in your heart stutters before your pulse kicks into overdrive when the mint on his breath fans against your neck for the second time as he mutters an apology finding his balance again. You bite at the inside of your cheek when he finally lets you go, straightening up to his full height again.

“Gotta love the holidays.” You laugh, letting out a shaky breath that threatens to give you away.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year, or that’s what they say.” Steve sighs, running his fingers through his hair again.

He somehow leaves it even messier than before, and you have to fight the urge to fix it for him, as the top of the fourth floor comes into view along with the end of your time with the man you only half way regret helping now.

“The answer to your question is no, by the way.” You finally speak up, a mischievous glint in your eye that matches your smile.

“No you don’t have any fun plans? Or No you don’t have a boyfriend?” He tries to clarify, with the kind of lopsided grin that has your knees wobbling under it.

You don’t have time to recover when the ground underneath you stops moving as you both hit the bright red carpet of the women’s department. The fast moving crowd and the fact that you’re pushing nearly twenty minutes late for work is the perfect escape you need to get yourself out of making the mistake of staying long enough for the charming new to the city bachelor to ask for your phone number.

“Handbags are over there.” You point to the giant Michael Kors logo that shines gold against a hot pink wall behind him, and you seize the moment he turns to follow the direction of your finger to hop back onto the escalators without a word.

You laugh echoes and bubbles over the even happier sounds of the Christmas music when Steve turns around to find you already half way up to the fifth floor.

“Really?” He throws his hands up, watching as you climb higher.

“I’m late for work! I hope your mom likes her gift!” You wave with the kind of smile that he’s sure will haunt his dreams tonight, that makes the corners of his lips twitch despite himself. “It definitely screams you didn’t make a mistake! Nice meeting you Steve!”

It had been four days since your run in with Steve, and much to your dismay that disheveled head of hair didn’t want to leave your mind no matter how much you tried. His breath stealing smile, and freckled skin invaded every day dream and even found their way into the ones in your sleep. No matter how many times you tell yourself that a man who looks like that has endless opportunities in a city like this, and he’s not going to tie himself down with a waitress who still splits her rent with a roommate.

A change of scenery and a day off spent alone at the Christmas market is almost enough to do the trick as you search for ornaments to put on the tree your roommate Eddie tried to stop you from getting, arguing that he’d have to be the one to take care of it if you got a real one. Which to be fair, ended up being true, but when you catch him reading Lord of the Rings under its twinkling lights, you don’t think he minds it all that much.

A few ornaments, two hot ciders, and a record shop later, you find yourself waiting for the train home looking at the sunset that paints the skyline in sherbet orange and red behind shimmering buildings. Lost in the music that spills from your AirPods, flashing lights catch at the corners of your eye, and the sounds of the holiday train start to get louder as its bright presence rolls up to the platform. The Santa that you know has to be freezing waves at everyone that’s waiting as it pulls in, and you can’t stop the way your cheeks push up despite the annoyance you would have normally felt if you were actually commuting somewhere in a rush.

The workers dressed as elves greet you with baskets of candy cane’s and bright smiles when the doors open, and relief floods your system when you see the train car is mostly empty. You give them a friendly wave and a nod, accepting the sweet treat before claiming your seat for the nine stops you needed to pass to get home. Red and green string lights flash strung up from the ceilings, and the silver metal poles that stick through the middle now resemble the candy they're passing out. The white fluorescent lighting that usually washes everyone out is replaced with a deep blue, and the faint sounds of Wham’s ‘Last Christmas’ battles for dominance with the music in your headphones.

Relaxing into your seat, you let the steady rocking of the train lull you back into your thoughts, disappointed when they inevitably go back to the man you’ve been trying to forget. Thighs pressing at the memory at the feeling of his hands grabbing at your hips on the escalator, you huff and cross your arms in a silent pout. How can you have a crush on someone you don’t even know?

The car starts to fill up more and more as the stops go, and by the third one you’re squeezing your tote bag to your chest with people surrounding you as they hold onto the plastic handles above your head. It’s hard to see anything above anyone’s waist, and you shuffle a little awkwardly in your seat. The spot in front of you frees up by the next stop and at the same time your AirPods die, a sigh of relief slips past your lips at the brief reprieve before the group waiting outside scurries in. That’s when you hear him…again.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. First the damn bus, now the train? Jesus fuck- exuse me, god, I’m gonna be so late.”

The familiar smell of cedar and cinnamon envelopes your senses when a pair of black dress slacks fill your vision with a gold belt buckle on his waist that matches the chain you already know is dangling from his neck, and the ring on the hand that’s gripping the handle above you.

You curse under your breath, taking your AirPods out and the muffled sound of Dean Martin’s ‘Let It Snow’ becomes full volume, along with the clinking of the metal tracks when the train lurches forward. Leaning back in your seat, you let your eyes wander up his broad torso you’ve reluctantly thought so much about. Steve’s a little more dressed up than the last time you saw him with a white button up tucked into his slacks. You can still make out the outline of his tank top underneath, despite the dim lighting, and the way he leaves the top two buttons undone flashes you a little bit of chest hair. The chocolate peacoat is replaced with a black one that has buttons to match. It fits around his arms just as good as the other one.

His five o’clock shadow is gone now, and he somehow has even more freckles than before. Too distracted by him to scold yourself for having the urge to find and kiss them all, his messy bed head look he had the other day is replaced with something a little more controlled, and you wonder how much product he needed to use, especially that despite it all, a stray still threatens to fall across his forehead.

“Not a fan of the holiday train are we?”

Steve jumps at the sound of your voice, his eyes looking every direction but down until you clear your throat. They widen when they land on you just like the smile that spreads across his face, wiping away any signs of annoyance that plagued his features just seconds before.

“You!” He almost laughs, and he’s even more handsome than you remembered and you wonder how long it's going to take you recover this time, “Oh wow —“ even in the blue light you can see the way the color in his cheeks redden when he realizes that his crotch is unintentionally in your face, “let me just -“

He scoots back as far as he can which isn’t much but it’s enough to make the position the two of you find yourselves in less awkward.

“Well, well, well so we meet again.” He practically beams taking in your appearance now that you’re not dressed to go wait tables, catching the way he licks his lips before bringing his eyes back to yours.

“It would appear so Steve.” Your smirk, proud of yourself for keeping up the act of playing hard to get.

“What do they call these things? Christmas Miracles?” His confident demeanor reappears and you’re disappointed that it sets your body on fire just like before.

Your snort loud enough for him to hear, earning you a deep chuckle from his chest that gets him that smile of yours he can’t stop thinking about.

“You think you’re so smooth don’t you?” You tease, biting at your bottom lip, meeting his eyes from under your lashes watching the way it makes the green and gold inside them turn into something darker.

“Not really, but I think it’s working for you.” He winks, closing the space he made between you to let someone off behind him holding your stare from down the slope of his nose.

You narrow your eyes at him before you roll them but the twitch of your lips gives you away making his grin turn Cheshire.

“Where are you off to this dressed up? Hot date?” You question with an arched brow.

“For someone who’s pretending not to have a crush on me, you’re certainly fixated on if I’m dating someone aren’t you?” Shaking his head, he’s even more smug than he was on the escalators, “but no, beautiful, I’m on my way to meet a business partner for dinner.”

There he goes using that word beautiful again.

“What about you? The missing uniform tells me it must be your day off, spend it with that boyfriend of yours?” Steve smirks trying to get the definitive answer you refused him a few days ago.

“You’re calling me fixated? I’m not the one obsessing over an imaginary boyfriend I made up for someone else.”

Steve throws his head back in a booming laugh as a bright smile lights up his face in a way that rivals the train.

“I bet you think you’re so funny don’t you?” He mimics your previous sentiment with an intensity in his gaze that has you squirming in your seat.

“Not really, but I think it’s working for you.” Biting your lip as you wink, his hold around the handle tightens, and the gold in his eyes darken more. “I’m surprised you’re heading out of the loop so dressed up, where’s this hot business date?”

Steve’s smile falters, and the color you’re so used to warming his face drains along with the intensity of his gaze.

“What do you mean out of the loop?” That panic you’d heard shaking his voice a few days ago returns, as he tears his eyes away from you to look at the map above your head.

“Oh no, Steve.” You realize the mistake he’s made before he does.

“No, no, no, no,” he groans, stomping a shiny wingtip oxford on the dirty ground. “God, Richard, fuck - he’s going to be so pissed at me.”

He says the last part more to himself, regripping his hold on the handle, brows furrowing as he pinches his eyes shut in frustration. His chest heaves a few times, and the veins in his neck start to show before you hear his quiet exhale over the sounds of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’.

“Hey,” You start, and sweetness drips from your tone as you resist the urge to reach out and comfort him, “I’m getting off on the next stop, you can come with me if you want and I’ll help you get on the right train. It’s an easy mistake, really. We’ve all done it.”

He doesn’t open his eyes immediately, and you can tell that he’s trying not to completely break down but slowly they blink back open and meet yours. The teasing edge behind them is gone as they soften around the edges with exhaustion.

“I think I owe you my life at this point, honestly.” He huffs with a weak laugh and you know if his hair wasn’t done his hand would be running through it right now.

“Just a little bit.” You tease pinching two fingers together with a scrunch of your nose.

“Thank you,” he holds your stare, sincerity painting his features with something that makes you want to stand up and hug him.

“Anytime,” you shrug and it’s harder to fake being nonchalant when he looks at you like that.

The train starts to slow down as it approaches your stop, and the people around you become restless as they prepare to push through the crowded car to get off. Your body reacts like muscle memory when it comes to a halt with another lurch, and you stand up without thinking about the little bit of space that separates you and the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about all week.

Your chest brushes against a hard set of abs before and even harder set of pecs, the cedar and sandalwood of his cologne is stronger than the last time it took over your senses like this. Fresh. The faint smell of his aftershave tickles your nose, and the heat of his breath warms against the berry chapstick on your lips. The realization of your mistake hits right as you lose your balance, and your body falls flush against his.

“Whoa, honey.” Steve chuckles, one of his big hands grabbing firmly on the soft curve of your hip to hold you in place, and you swear you can taste the spearmint of his gum against your tongue from his proximity.

Your hands reach out on instinct grabbing at his waist, making the muscles underneath flex from your touch and you can just faintly hear his sharp intake of breath because of it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m so sorry.” You bumble, instantly regretting looking up to meet his gaze. The smirk of his pink full lips has all your blood rushing to your cheeks as you quickly try to untangle yourself from him.

“You’re fine,” he laughs in your ear as you push past him, and it sends a shiver through your bones, especially when you can feel the heat of his body behind you as he follows.

The wind hits your face stepping onto the platform and the chill in the air feels good against your skin. People rush and zoom all around you as they try and make their next connection while you and Steve stand under the sign that flashes the next train times. In a loud roar, the holiday spectacle departs with jingling bells that ring off into the distance along with the whir of the crowd leaving you and Steve alone. You try to ignore the tension that bubbles under his stare against the back of your head, threatening to spill over any second as you pull out your phone.

“You live around here?” He’s the first one to break the silence stepping next to you, his gaze shifting curiously to your phone screen.

“Yeah, like three blocks away.” You answer absently, scrolling through the train lines too distracted by your search for the right directions to give him.

He hums quietly in response, pulling out his own phone from his coat pocket. His energy shifts from the panic on the train to something calmer, and you can’t quite put your finger on it. A nervousness still lingers in his shaky exhale that pushes through his nose, rocking back on his heels before shoving his phone in his pocket.

“What if we went out to dinner instead?” Steve blurts out, and his hand that’s been itching to run through his hair finally does, “I mean if you don’t have any plans right now.”

“Didn’t you say it was a work dinner Steve?” You laugh, finally daring to look up at your phone at him. Big mistake.

The wind catches his hair, and that long dark honeyed strand falls against his forehead while his teeth gleam at you in a hopeful smile.

“I feel like I kind of already missed it,” he chuckles, “I’m supposed to be there now and if I read those directions on your phone correctly it said what? - 45 minutes to get there?”

You glance down and see the bold numbers that only seem to go up as the minutes pass and rush hour starts to kick in.

“Besides, I owe you dinner for coming to my rescue twice in one week. I think the universe is really trying to get us to go get drinks if you ask me sweetheart.”

You laugh a little nervous, rolling your eyes to try and hide how you aren’t immune to his charms but the glint that sparkles in his stare tells you that it’s not working.

“I mean, I guess it’s only fair. I don’t want to mess with fate and all.” You sigh, and it makes his whole face light up, “but if Richard fires you, that’s not my fault.”

“You have my word, if this dinner ruins the entire reason I moved out here. I will not blame you.” He raises his hand in the air like he’s swearing under oath.

“Steve!” You gasp, shoving his arm, and it has him throw his head back in a loud laugh that echoes through the empty platform.

“I’m kidding, that’s not going to happen. I don’t think.” He grins, earning another eye roll from you, but he’s too giddy to care.

You choose the cozy little Ramen spot on the corner called The Furious Spoon that’s only two blocks from the train station. It’s a close enough walk to easily brave the deep chill that follows with the setting sun and casual enough so that this doesn't feel like something you’re telling yourself it’s not.

A date.

The warmth of the restaurant hits your frozen cheeks, thawing the parts of you that got bitten from the cold. Ainese hangs thick in the air, making your mouth water while the two of you make your way to the empty seats at the end of the long table that lines the side of the restaurant. You pretend not to feel his hand on the small of your back despite it burning a hole through your jacket as you push through the puffy coats that drape over the stools on either side of you.

Shrugging your layers off, both of you follow suit finding a home for them on the wide rectangular seats. Steve tuts at you when you go to pull your seat out waving your hand away.

“Seriously? No.” You half whisper yell, but the corners of your lips twist up and he decides it’s an empty objection pulling your seat out for you with a wave of his hand gesturing you to sit.

“My mom would kill me if I didn’t,” he swears but his smirk tells you not to believe a word he says as he puts both his hands on either side of your stool, spearmint hot on his breath against the shell of your ear. Cedar and clove on the fabrics of his clothes, it feels like he’s everywhere as he gives you two pushes in.

His knee bumps into yours as he takes the seat next to you, and another waft of his cologne hits your nose. Biting your lip, you decide to distract yourself with the menu as you actively try to make sure your leg doesn’t bounce with anxious energy. The restaurant is more crowded than you expected and Steve’s closer than you wanted. Your heart thumps wildly against your rib cage, scaring the butterflies that laid dormant for the few days in his absence right as they had started to stretch their wings.

“This all looks so good,” he hums, eyes scanning over the menu before bringing his attention back to you, chestnut and gold shimmering in the low light as he looks down the slope of his nose, licking his full lips, “Do you have a favorite?”

You can’t stop your gaze from flicking down to his mouth, words threatening to get caught on the tip of your tongue watching the way the corners curl up into a grin, small dimples pushing into his tan skin when he catches you.

“Depends on what you like protein wise, but my go to is The Mother Clucker.” You manage to get out, trying to clear out the nerves out of your throat.

“Excuse me,” he snorts, “the what?”

Rolling your eyes, you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you lean over tapping a red polished nail to the chicken option on the top.

“Do you need glasses Steve?” You giggle watching him squint to read it.

The question makes him look at you out of the corner of his eyes with a narrow stare.

“I’ve had perfect vision since high school. Thank you very much.” He scoffs holding the menu further away as if to help him focus on the small bold lettering.

“Sure looks like it, my mistake.” Raising a hand in mock surrender, the gesture makes him knock his knee with yours earning him a giggle.

“Here I am skipping out on an important work dinner to spend my night showing you how grateful I am and you’re just bullying me.” Steve only manages to keep a straight face until you hit him with a soft smack on his shoulder, a full bellied laugh escaping him when whatever retort you’re ready to give gets cut off by your server finally coming to the table.

Steve’s charm flows from him with ease as he speaks to the young guy with a big septum ring and spiked hair. He talks to him like they’ve been lifelong friends when you place your orders and it reminds you how easily he got that same genuine smile from you just a few days ago at work, and again now as you sit next to him for dinner instead of writing him off like you told yourself you would. Your stomach twists in knots when his knee bumps against yours and stays there, the warmth of his body seeping through the fabric of his slacks and your jeans.

“So did you end up finding your Mom a gift that screams ‘I didn’t make a mistake’?” You question resting your cheek in the palm of your hand as you lean on the table with your elbow, you lift your chin up a little at him and it makes him flush.

“Oh yeah,” he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “I-I didn’t actually, so that's great. I’ll probably just get her a nice set of earrings or something, it won’t matter in the end anyways.”

His eyebrows knit together and for the first time all night he purposely avoids your gaze with a sip of his water. Your eyes follow the movements of his throat as he swallows.

“What do you mean it won’t matter?” You press, curiosity getting the best of you watching his confidence slip.

“My parents aren’t exactly thrilled that I moved out here to help with this start up, instead of taking over their family business back home. It’s a long story, but it was a big argument, well - multiple big arguments when I told them I was leaving.” He sighs, and you can see the dread of their arrival start to hang over his head like storm clouds. “Besides we never really spent Christmas together my whole life anyway, they were always traveling for work, so this whole thing is just -“ He rubs at his temple, “a thing.”

He runs his fingers through his hair without abandon this time.

“Ahhh,” you hum as missing pieces of Steve’s puzzle are revealed and you hate yourself for finding him more attractive because of it.

“What about you?” He nods his head in your direction, mimicking your stance resting his head in his hand, “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Well,” you start, more nerves settling deep in your chest as you start to lay some of your cards down, “I don’t go home for the holidays cause I usually have work. But me and my family get along fine, I guess. But my roommate usually goes to visit his uncle so I’ll probably order something really expensive to eat and watch a Christmas movie I don’t hate.”

You shrug trying to hide that sometimes it does get to you, not having a full house of loud laughter or even someone to spend the day with, but the look in Steve’s eyes makes you feel like he sees you. He gets it.

“Favorite Christmas movie?” He asks without missing a beat.

“Oh, easy, The Grinch.” you snort.

“Fitting for you.” he winks, despite the tips of his ears turning red when your shoe finds his under the table.

“Rude. What about you? huh?” Your lashes flutter as you bite your lip feeling him start to play footsie with you.

“Jingle All The Way, Arnold’s my guy.” He smiles big at the giggle you give him, and it warms your face just like his hand that slides further down his thigh, dangerously close to yours.

The bubble you find yourselves in pops abruptly when the smell of your soup hits your nose. Two large bowls get set down in front of you, steam pouring off the tops so much it fogs the glass window.

“You would like Arnold,” you manage to whisper yell over your servers arm and it’s Steve’s turn to roll his eyes, ignoring you giving the waiter a pat on the back with a ‘thanks man.’

The rest of your dinner is filled with easy conversion and touches that linger more than they should, just like the secret paths heavy lidded gazes make to each other’s lips that aren’t so secret in the dim lighting with your feet still intertwined. You hate that as you learn more about him, the more you want to know. The questions come with follow up questions as he tells you about the life that he left behind, his best friend Robin who he hasn’t spent more than six hours without for the last five years and how it feels like he’s missing a limb.

It feels mutual as both of you sit there long after your bowls are empty, snow falling from a now completely dark sky as Steve listens to you tell a story from high school like it’s the most interesting thing he’s ever heard. Just like the stories about you and Eddie before that, or the one about how you lost your I.D on a crazy night out. All of them felt like he was hanging on every word, and having his full attention like this made your stomach flip. The buzzing of your phone is what ends the night when your eyes catch how late it really is.

“Oh my god, is it really almost nine?” You gasp, but Steve seems unfazed, just like the tip of his shoe running up your calf.

“I’m actually surprised they didn’t kick us out,” he smirks, chuckling to himself before straightening his back. Deep crimson filling his cheeks when you both can hear the loud pop.

You’d tease him but you were too busy already missing his touch. God. Dammit.

“I should really get going, I didn’t realize we’ve been here for like three hours. I gotta be at work super early for this breakfast with Santa we’re doing,” You huff, standing up and the change in energy is almost enough to make Steve’s head spin.

“You live like a block away, I think you’ll get home fairly quickly.” He looks at you confused as he stands up, watching you stuff your arms in your coat with a struggle with tangled sleeves.

“I just, I promised Eddie I’d be home at a certain time and he gets all worried when I’m not,” It’s a lie but you aren’t going to tell him that your panic is from the fear that spending this much time with him has now pushed you past the point of no return.

He’s never going to leave your mind now.

“Let me walk you,” He insists, slipping on his coat with ease, broad shoulders filling it perfectly.

“I think you should worry about getting yourself home,” you tease, buttoning your coat that you won the fight with.

“Yeah, I can’t chance it, not without my good luck charm,” he winks and your knees wobble, “I’m calling an Uber. Can’t get lost that way.”

“Let’s hope so,” you smirk, bumping shoulders with him despite yourself as you walk past.

“Hey! I thought we were friends now.” He whines following close behind, both of you giving a small wave to your server on the way out.

The cold air hits you the moment the swinging glass door opens, sending a shiver up your spine, tugging your coat closer, you silently curse the hint of cedar you catch on the fabric.

“Are we friends now?” You arch a brown turning on your heel to face him as you both hit the sidewalk.

“I was hoping,” he gives you that smile, the kind that you know always gets him what he wants, and god do you want to give it to him. But the gold shimmering on his belt and the reminder that he just moved here makes you stubborn and weary. “Maybe if you give me your number, we can do this again sometime and find out?”

“How about this,” you suck at the inside of your cheek loudly, and you almost feel bad when you see how his face drops, “If we run into each other again, you can have my number.”

Steve stares at you for a second, disbelief painting over all of his pretty features, but he’s quick to recover with a hand through his hair and a new poker face.

“Deal.” He sticks his hand out and now it’s you who has to take a minute to recover, “What? I accept.”

You narrow your eyes at him before you place your palm into his, that charming smile outshining the white snow that falls onto his long lashes. He purposely holds it longer than he should, the butterflies in your stomach coming to life when the warm pad of his thumb starts to rub small circles into your soft skin.

“Till the next time beautiful, who knows, maybe I won’t take an Uber home. Take a gamble. I wonder who could possibly show up to rescue me.” He starts, earning another shoulder slap and a gasped ‘Steve!’

“Do not do that, Uber home you maniac.” You pull your hand away no matter how much you don’t want to, especially when he trails the tips of his fingers down your palm as he lets go.

“You win this time,” He grins pulling out his phone, and you watch him click the app before you start to walk towards the direction of home.

“I win every time, Steve.” You wink, taking a mental picture of the way it makes him bite his lip before you turn away hoping you didn’t just make some huge mistake.

Secretly hoping Steve Harrington gets lost again.

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