#why you may ask. when I struggle to read anything and hate leaving the house

[scalpelsister]

we are so back (< made four book requests at the library)

[thatacotargirl]

Hiiiii I love your writing!! May I request Azriel x Reader, where reader gets amnesia. She’s Illyrian and was hurt by Illyrian men, so she’s scared of Az because she doesn’t remember him. Then wonderful angst because he never thought she’d be afraid of him, so he avoids her and is heartbroken. Then something happens, maybe he’s forced to interact with her or he says something specific, and her memories come back, so happy ending! Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write this, thank you!💙

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for reading my work and for your request! I hope you like the story! 💙

Divider is once again from @tsunami-of-tears, eternally grateful to you for your creativity!

Dazelroot Daze

An Azriel x Reader imagine

Warnings: angst, poisoning, swearing, allusions to abuse / previous SA.

"Rhys, I am not cut out for this kind of mission - why did you not send Nesta!"

You huff to yourself as you climb the uneven stairs through the prison, following closely behind Rhys. You hated coming in here, and hated having to interact with the Bone Carver even more. You patted your back pocket, checking your gifted bone for him was still there, before climbing yet another stairwell.

"Y/n, you know I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't necessary. I can't exactly send Nesta in here even if she's only early in her pregnancy, they would sense it a mile off and she'd be a target. Not to mention, I don't fancy getting pummelled by Cassian for letting his pregnant mate in here".

You knew he was right, but it didn't make this any easier. You struggled through another narrow doorframe, trying to avoid smacking your wings against the wood, and stood in front of a metal gate. You hear Rhys hum to himself.

"What's wrong?".

"I've never seen a gate here before, this should be an open walkway".

You begin to feel uneasy as you see Rhys take a step back.

"Rhys?"

Before you can get another word out, you feel a powder cover your face, filling your nose and mouth, causing you to choke. You try to call out for help, but you can't get anything out, breathing becoming harder and harder. You hear Rhys distantly calling your name but you can't respond, can't move, all you can do is drop to the floor, your legs giving out from underneath you.

"Get Madja, now!"

Rhys' voice bellowed through the River House as he winnowed in carrying your lifeless body and placed your down on the living room sofa. The rest of the Inner Circle descended on the pair of you, including Azriel. When he saw your pale body, arm hanging off the sofa, his heart sank. He grabbed Rhys by the collar.

"What the fuck happened?"

Rhys didn't have time to answer before Madja appeared in the room, pushing everyone to the side and leaning over your body. Silence descended on the room as she ran tests, took bloods, checked your vitals - all the while your eyes remained closed and your body limp.

"She has been poisoned with a plant known as Dazelroot. It is highly toxic and can only be found in some very remote parts of the Spring Court. Thankfully, it looks like this particular strain was either incorrectly handled or extremely dried out, as it hasn't taken hold quite as potently as it should have. She will be ok, in that she will live, but we won't know the consequences until she wakes up".

"The consequences?", Feyre asks.

"I have never seen a person be poisoned with Dazelroot and live to tell the tale. We won't know what it will do to her until she wakes".

Feyre sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking. Nesta joined her, the sisters holding each other through their sadness. Cassian could only watch in horror as Azriel fell to his knees next to your body and cried into your shoulder.

"Madja, what can we do?", Rhys asks, wringing his hands.

"There's nothing, Rhys. We have to let her wake, and see what happens next. I'll be on hand, as will my assistants. Call us as soon as she wakes up".

Rhys shook Madja's hand and allowed her to leave, his grief weighing down on his shoulders heavily. It was his fault that you were in the prison, that he hadn't seen the trap beforehand, that you were the one to be poisoned. He tried to reach for Azriel, but Azriel swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me", he gritted, his face still buried in your shoulder.

Rhys could do nothing but watch as his family fell apart in front of him.

It took 6 days for you to wake. 6 agonising days of your family watching your chest rise and fall, terrified that you would never again open your eyes. But you did.

Your eyes opened, and fell on Feyre's face.

"SHE'S AWAKE", Feyre called to your family, reaching out for your hand. You let her take it, but she couldn't overlook the confusion she saw in your eyes, the hesitancy of your body to let her touch you.

The room filled with your family and your eyes settled on a pair of Illyrian wings. Male Illyrian wings. Trauma racked through your body, memories of your life at the Illyrian camps, wing-clipping, assault, and you couldn't hold back your scream as you pulled your body up the bed, as close as you could get to the headboard.

"Y/n?", Azriel said gently, attempting to approach you. He froze when he realised it was him that you were trying to get away from.

Madja burst through the door at that moment, having been summoned by Rhys the moment he heard Feyre's shouts. She saw the blankness in your eyes the second she looked at you, and her eyes fell pityingly to Azriel.

"Hi y/n, I'm Madja, a healer here in the Night Court".

Your family looked at each other in pure confusion. You knew who Madja was. She'd been the family's healer for centuries. Why was she acting like you'd never met before?

Madja carried out her assessment before providing you a sleeping tonic. Once your body settled back into the pillows, looking more at peace than you had when you had woken up, she turned to Rhys.

"The Dazelroot has caused amnesia. She doesn't remember anything after her life after the Illyrian camps".

Rhys shook his head. "Ok, but when will her memory come back?".

Rhys saw the look on Madja's face and his stomach somersaulted.

"Will her memory come back?"

Madja placed a hand gentle on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Rhys, there's no way to know".

She turned to Azriel, tears falling down his cheeks. He had realised that you had forgotten him, forgotten your mateship, the love you had shared for centuries. You only remembered the trauma you had faced at the hands of Illyrian males, males that bore the same wings as him. He had realised, seeing the look on your face, that you were afraid of him.

"You can try to offer her gentle reminders. It might break through the amnesia cloud. But there's nothing more we can do".

Madja departed, leaving your family to process the news. You didn't remember any of them.

17 months later

It had been 17 months since the incident, and your memory hadn't come back.

Feyre, Nesta, Elain and Mor had made it their mission to rebuild the friendship that you had had with them - regularly taking you out for brunch, shopping, and nights out at Rita's. Over time, you developed a new bond with them, and had started to trust them.

You had also re-kindled your friendship with Rhys and Lucien, the males giving you distance but engaging with you as often as possible, mostly through Feyre and Elain.

But Azriel and Cassian, you couldn't be near. Their wings reminded you too much of the trauma you had faced in the camps. Reminded you that your own wings had been clipped. Reminded you of the males that had used you for their own entertainment. Anytime they tried to approach you, their wings pinned as tightly as possible behind their backs, your body began to involuntarily shake and your eyes would fill with tears.

It had broken Azriel. He had become a shell of the former male he was. He started to withdraw from family dinners, he gave up his morning training. Azriel had slowly started to descend into a downward spiral, feeling the mating bond cold on the other end. His family had tried their best to help, but Azriel wanted for nothing but you. He locked himself in his bedroom most days and nights, seeking solitude in the shadows.

That was why, when his family decided to visit Sevenda's restaurant that evening, Azriel had ignored the inviting knock on his door. He didn't want to make it harder for you seeing him sitting at the other end of the table. He waited for the footsteps to pad away before grabbing a bottle of Whiskey from the shelf and pouring himself a generous glass.

-

Several hours later, Azriel was sat in bed with his book when he heard commotion. It sounded like crying, but it was pained. He sat up, listening out, when he heard it again - this time closer to his door. He thought everyone was out at Sevenda's, or maybe Rita's now, but there was unmistakably someone wandering through the hallway.

Azriel cracked open his door and peered out. At the end of the hallway, gripping the window pane, he saw your small frame huddled over. The scent of blood filled the air. Azriel panicked. He knew how bad your cycles were from the centuries you had spent together, that you needed help desperately, but right now he was the only one in the house with you, and you were terrified of him.

"Y/n?", he called out gently, trying not to startle you with his presence. He watched you turn slowly, your eyes wide in alarm.

"It's ok, it's just your cycle", he whispered, raising his arms to show you that he was not going to hurt you. You whimpered slightly, clutching the window pane so hard your knuckles had gone white.

"Can I help you?", he asked, not daring to move. You looked at him, his wings, your body shaking. But you knew you were helpless, not sure you could get yourself back to your bed even if you tried with all your might. So, you took a deep breath, and gave him a timid nod.

Azriel walked slowly towards you, his hands in front of him, and when he reached you he carefully put a hand forward to touch your shoulder. You shuddered, but didn't pull away.

"I'm going to take you back to your room, ok?". You could only nod as Azriel scooped you into his arms and walked you slowly back towards your room.

He placed you down carefully at your dressing table and silently walked into your bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room. Whilst the bath ran, you watched him strip the soiled sheets from your bed and replace them with fresh ones, putting a pair of your pyjamas neatly folded at the end. He then offered you his hand and guided you to the bathroom.

"Do you need some help?".

You didn't want to admit it, but you did. You could barely stand up under your own weight.

Azriel turned away from you to allow you to undress, holding a hand behind his back for guidance as you carefully lowered yourself into the bath. Once you were in, and hidden under the bubbles, you turned to look at him. At his wings. You had never known an Illyrian male to be so gentle. So calming. Even sat here alone in a bath with him in the room, you felt comfortable. You felt safe.

"Azriel?", you whispered.

"Would you like me to leave you be?" he asked, his back still turned to give you privacy.

"No".

You saw Azriel's shoulders sag slightly with relief, but he still kept his back to you.

"Please could you pass me that bottle over there, the green one?"

Azriel walked over to the counter to pick up the shampoo bottle and attempted to hand it to you behind his back, still not facing you. You giggled as he offered the bottle out to the empty end of the bath.

"It's ok, I'm hidden in the bubbles".

Azriel turned, his eyes not leaving your face, as he handed the bottle to you. You took it, pouring some into your hand, and he watched you wince as you raised your arms above your body to your hair, stretching your stomach.

"May I?", he asked quietly. You nodded, handing the bottle to him. Azriel knelt down behind your head, pouring the shampoo into his hands and massaging it into your hair. The moment his hands touched you, you felt a calming peace descend over you, and you closed your eyes to bask in it. You were about to ask him to rub it into the nape of your neck, your favourite place, when you felt his hands move there instinctively. A jolt went through your body, and Azriel jumped backwards.

"Are you ok?"

You turned to face him, his leathers covered in water, bubbles and shampoo suds, and looked down at his scarred hands. Visions flew through your mind of his hands in your hair, his hands offering to feed you grapes on your honeymoon to the Summer Court, his hands touching your body, his hands placing a ring on yours at your mating ceremony, his hands holding out your cup of coffee to you every morning - black, just how you liked it.

You reached out to take them, feeling every emotion come flooding back to you. A tug at your chest made you look up, as Azriel's filled with tears.

"My mate", you whispered.

"My mate", he replied, his head moving to rest on your forehead.

You held each other, the bath water turning cold and the bubbles melting away, allowing all your love and devotion to flow to each other through the bond. Forgotten, but never gone.

[feyspeaker]

Hiii! Gosh, I love your work SO MUCH. You recently mentioned in an answer to someone that you have ADHD and because of that, you have lots of rituals for your work in order to stay focused. May I ask what your routine is? I have struggled for years and years as a working artist to control or harness my adhd, and I would love to hear what works for you!! Thank you so much for even reading this :)))

Hi there!! Thank you so much. ♥

I'm probably a terrible person to give advice, because I absolutely do NOT have a handle on my ADHD. I often feel like I'm drowning in it, as I'm sure a lot of other people in the same situation can commiserate with. A lot of my issues are exacerbated by my agoraphobia and anxiety, but I won't go too into that stuff because I am not really in a place to talk about that aspect of my life so much. I do think I've become more aware of it as I have gotten older and am definitely better at managing it than I was when I was younger. Also to start off, I'm not medicated for it.

First and foremost, I tend to need to overstimulate myself in order to get down to painting, though this is only so effective. I play really loud, very noisy music when I work. Angelspit, Combichrist, The Gazette, etc. Heavy electronic, industrial, nu metal kind of stuff. It helps drown out my thoughts so I can focus on painting. I need to Not Think to be able to paint. I have to already know I'm in flow state on something and really into it if I'm going to be playing mellower stuff.

I also like to play youtube videos or shows on things I'm currently fixated on. Like I'll watch nothing but videos on Welsh folklore or horse training or whatever the hell. I really struggle with listening to audiobooks or podcasts because they aren't engaging enough.

I have parental controls on my computer set up so that I can block out any distracting websites, however this is really not super helpful because I have to keep social media open at all times as it's part of my job to manage those things. It does help some though. It might work for you! They make browser extensions for it.

I try to keep momentum on pieces. I can't let a piece sit for more than a few days, or I know it's time to bin it and give up. I either hyperfixate on a painting until it's done, or it's not good enough and it's going to be like an anchor dragging my momentum down. The second I feel momentum waning I know I need to make a change. I've made huge changes to how I take commissions in order to help me with this, as this is my biggest struggle. I hate sending updates on things, waiting for emails, painting things I'm not super invested in, etc. I recognize that I am incredibly blessed/lucky to be in a position to be a little pickier about the work I take on and how I take it. But I do firmly believe in general that a commission based artist should try to make sure they are doing work they enjoy and not just slogging away on something that they don't vibe with at all. That's good advice for anyone, but I do think that us folk with ADHD tend to feel burnout and artblock harder. I know when I have artblock literally NOTHING can get me to paint, so that's why momentum is so important.

I also try to recognize things that I know are going to trigger me into avoiding what I need to do for the day, or causing me to spiral. For example, if I know I need to make a phone call I try to do that first if at all possible, otherwise I am going to end up not getting anything done for the next 6 hours. If I know I'm going to have to have to leave the house for an appointment or something scheduled, I typically just let that day be a wash and don't plan any work for it. I end up physically ill when I have something I have to go out and do (like going to some appointment or even something small like going to pick something up off of FB marketplace) so I try to just Avoid That, but if I can't I will just clear my schedule for the day.

I try to maximize my Good Days by minimizing things that trigger my procrastination/lack of motivation/distractions. But when I have bad days I just try not to beat myself up about it. (Still do, but I'm trying to get better.)

The worst thing is letting a whole day be wasted sitting there, knowing the time is passing. Knowing that there is something you should be doing, but you're not doing it. Knowing that you don't want to be doing that thing, and that you'd rather be playing a game or painting something else. But not doing that either. And before you know it, the sun is setting and you've done no work AND had no fun and it's time for bed. Ugh, I've had so many days like that.

It's important to recognize when that is happening, and to just say "fuck it" and go do the fun thing you want to do instead of toiling for hours in indecision. That's probably bad advice for people who have poor responsibility skills (like actually making sure to get work done on the good days) but I am saying this in good faith. Sometimes when that happens I'll let myself go bake a bunch of bread or obsessively clean a cabinet out so I still feel like I did something that day. Next day, I try to do better.

I don't know if this is helpful at all- I know people with ADHD have a lot of different experiences/tendencies, but this is what helps me. I slipped a lot after my dad's cancer diagnosis several years ago and felt myself really just completely letting go into the ADHD time void because my thoughts and worries were so loud I couldn't drown them out with all the screamo in the world. I started fixating on BG3 really hard near the end, and it's absolutely responsible for me being Okay artistically and emotionally speaking after his passing last month. I think difficult situations can make our symptoms worse, and to an extent we have to ride the wave and be kind to ourselves.

That's perhaps my closing thought- be patient and kind to yourself. Our brains don't really work right but it can be a blessing in that I think the flow state we are capable of is really something otherwordly. So try to identify what helps trigger that in you and foster it.

[sleepywriter00]

I missed Monday but couldn't help but want to post mine!

From my WIP Moonlight which you can find on Wattpad! (I'll leave a link down below!)

CW/TW: mentions of blood, self hate, self harm,self destruction, mental breakdown, attempted suicide, hit by parental figure.

Please don't read if any of those things listed above are triggering for you. And please let me know if there is a warning I may have missed and I'll fix it. I don't want to accidentally trigger someone!!

From chapter 18: Alice POV

“I'm so tired, Alex.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, refusing to meet his eyes as I stared down at my bloodied chest. “I'm fighting a losing war inside my head every day, and to be honest, I'm not so sure it's worth fighting anymore.”

“Come on Alice, please don't talk like that.” Alex pleaded with tears in his eyes as he stepped over the glass on the floor, his feet protected by those hideous fuzzy slippers he wears around the house. “C'mon let's go get you cleaned up and we can continue to talk about this… You'll bleed out if I don't.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. The first laugh I've had in a long time, and it's a sad, bitter one. “Let me bleed out then… it's not like I don't deserve to die or anything anyway–” A loud smack reverberated around the walls of my small bathroom, and it took me a second to realize that Alex had slapped me. I didn't even feel it. Maybe it's the blood loss? Or the adrenaline? I'm hoping for the former. “A slap? Really?” I smirked, my voice deathly calm as I turned my head back to look at alex. He seemed just about as shocked and angry at himself as I thought he'd be. “Why not a punch? Oh! Or maybe even a kick to the gut? Cmon Alex! Hit me!” “i'm not gonna fucking punch you, Alice, now stop playing games and let me help you!” He snarled, taking another step toward me, but I took a small step back, halting his movements. “You letting me die is helping me! So dammit, Alex, hit me!” “No.” “Hit. Me!” “No!” “I said HIT ME!” I snapped, letting all of the emotions I've been keeping bottled up for so long spring forth as I screamed at him. Within a second I was wrapped up in Alex’s arms. The freezing cold water had been turned off so only the sound of my loud, aching screams and sobs filled the room. I began weakly punching and kicking at him as he held me flush against his chest, my blood absorbing and changing the color of his white t-shirt a morbid shade of crimson. “I'm so tired of fighting, Alex… please just let me die…” I murmured, feeling myself quickly losing energy. “I'm a monster and monsters deserve to die.” “You are not a fucking monster, Alice!” Alex snapped, carrying me out of the bathroom when I finally stopped struggling. “You are my daughter! My little girl! My fighter! So don't you dare say something like that again! Do you hear me?”

...

“Then stop trying to fight alone.” She (Aileen) sat up slightly so that she could look me in the eyes while I remained silent. “We are all here for you, Alice. I know that I don't know all the details about what you're been through, and I won't pretend that I do. But you need to understand that all of us– Alex, Alaric, Cassandra, even you're friends Derek and Jeremy– we all love you and only want what's best for you.” she gently stroked the side of my face with the back of her hand as she sat back, giving Alex some room to work. “It's okay if you can't see that right now, so I'll ask you to do one thing for me, Alice… trust me. Trust us.” Trust… “I don't think… I don't think I know how to trust…” I sniffled, wiping away at my eyes as I tilted my head to look at her over Alex's head as he cleaned me up. “... But I'll try.” “And that's all we ask.” Alex mumbled as he pressed a bandage over my chest.

It's a sad excerpt, but in my opinion, one of the most important moments in the book. And probably one of my favorite chapters so far.

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[randomlyritchie]

Today in my fasting time I read 1 Kings 12. I usually just read one chapter but the next chapter seemed like it was going to be interesting. And interesting it was. Chapter 13 speaks about a man of God who went & prayed on the altar. God showed him a sign of what was to come. The wicked king tried to come for him & God withered his hand. I just wish that we still could witness things like what happened in the Bible today. Anyway, if you read, you will see that the king’s hand was eventually restored. Here’s where the story got really bleak: The man of God was offered by the king to come back to his house to refresh & get a reward. The man of God said that he was instructed by God not to eat or drink anything in that place. So, he set off on his journey. WELL…some lying behind prophet took it upon himself to go & find this man. He offered the man to come to his house & eat. The man of God told the prophet the same thing he told the king. The prophet LIED to the man of God & told him that an angel spoke to him by the word of the Lord. He led this man to believe that God wanted to come back to his house to eat & drink. So, the man of God does it. This is what happens next…

The rest of the verse says: “brought back.”

I just… first of all…the fact that the prophet came crying (like what are you crying for??? You’re the one who lied on God!) is just beyond me. It’s like, now you wanna cry??? Second of all, I don’t understand why the lying prophet didn’t get punished. The man who came to the altar already seemed like he was teetering on the edge. He said no twice. He probably really was hungry too. I don’t know that I would have trusted the prophet…but I could see how this would happen. I just feel really bad that God let this happen to the man of God. I’m gonna be honest, I tell God that I understand why people don’t follow Him. I know this is Old Testament & we don’t live like this anymore…but it still feels hurtful. Like, how come God didn’t make the prophet’s tongue fall out as soon as he lied??? I feel like modern day life can still feel like this. I’ve actually hated God at different points in my life. I used to feel like I could potentially go to Hell because I was so upset with my life. I now understand that God still loves me…but I still struggle with hatred sometimes. Like, I just really want to be honest. Walking with God is not easy. And it’s situations like this that mess me up in the head. Like, God why? The man was trying to obey you. I feel like some pastors might be really harsh on this man & just focus on his disobedience. I will focus on that in a minute. But as someone who has been to Hell & back, I don’t have the heart to beat people over the head. I know some would ask why I even follow God. It’s because I know He’s real. I also know that He showed up when I was a kid & drew me to Him. I’ve been with God for so long that I don’t feel like I could ever leave Him. Plus, I really do love Him. Nevertheless, I don’t always understand why life just feels so cruel. And how do I honestly explain this to people that also may hate Him? It’s more complicated in my heart than what I’ve ever heard explained at church.

The lesson that I would use as application would be to listen to God against everything. Where the man of God went wrong was to just trust this prophet without praying to God for a sign. God never showed him to trust this man & unfortunately he suffered greatly for it. All I could think about was the TikTok prophets when I was reading this. Because there are a a lot of people claiming to be prophets (or have words from the Lord) on TikTok. Some I can get with & some I have to swipe away from. Some I actually feel like God has spoken to me through. This passage also made me think of the church. You just have to be really careful who you listen to. It’s SO IMPORTANT to be praying & reading your Bible above all else. God takes rank over your pastor. If something is off, you need to be able to discern it. You can’t blindly follow people who claim to be of God. This is how you get burned. Trust me, it’s happened to me before. I’ve also seen shady things happen in congregations. I personally have ALWAYS been leary of prophets, so I still don’t completely internalize most things they say. I usually go pray about it. So, this is long enough now. Just stay close to God. Life is hard & when you get weak it’s so easy to trust in the wrong things. The consequence may not be this brutal, but there may be some kind of drama. I know I even get down on myself for not consistently reading my word for more strength. So, even just the internal condemnation that you can go through. It’s just not worth it. So, these are my thoughts on today’s reading. I hope it makes sense. Happy Sunday! I love you all…even though some of you be testing me (laugh…it’s sarcasm 😝🥰🫶🏾)!

[absurdthirst]

A Valentine For One {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: Toys, lingerie, fingering, vaginal sex, clitoral stimulation, unprotected sex, feelings

Comments: Your roommate is supposed to be working late for Valentine's Day. Leaving you alone to play with yourself thinking about your crush on him. Until he comes home early and interrupts.

A/N: All based off this GIF right here. (Does not denote race or physical attributes of reader)

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“I think I might have to move to a cheaper place.” Marcus admits, staring down at his coffee in the break room, sighing slightly as he takes a sip. Getting to D.C. and settling in had been harried, the offer to become the head of the Art Crimes Division at headquarters had been an honor. Plus, when he had believed that Teresa was coming with him, he had splurged for a larger place, believing that they might even start a family but she had changed her mind and he was left with a townhouse he couldn’t afford forever and it was too big for just one person. 

“Why don’t you get a roommate?” Stevenson asks, his own coffee cup in hand and he looks over from the counter at the man who had known him since the days at the academy. It had been a stroke of luck to run into his old friend and he enjoyed having breaks with him. “You know you live in a hot neighborhood. I wouldn’t give up that place for anything. If you put out the word that you will take one on, I bet roommates will be lining up.” “A roommate, huh?” Marcus doesn’t hate the idea, but he doesn’t love it either. His house is his space to unwind and some people are weird about federal agents. “I think I would probably be more comfortable with someone who works in law enforcement.” He admits. “Wouldn’t have to squabble about guns in the house.” 

You sigh as you walk into the break room, phone in hand as you absorb another missed out opportunity for an apartment. Nearly every ad you’ve answered has already been taken. The government newbies are snapping them up and you curse your ex boyfriend for owning his house and kicking you out after he cheated on you. You are couch surfing at best right now, struggling to find a room, let alone an apartment. Everything is expensive as hell and you are close to giving up. “Everything okay?” Marcus, your sweet department head Marcus, asks and you shake your head, slumping down in the chair opposite him. 

“No. My ex cheats on me, kicks me out, and I’m left struggling to find a place to live.”

“You're looking for a place to live?” Marcus straightens up and stares at you. Unsure why he didn’t know about this, but he doesn’t expect you to pour out your life story to him if you don’t want to. “I-“

“Marcus was just saying that he needed a roommate.” Bryan butts in, shooting his friend a grin and raising his brows. “Some would call that provenance.”

Your eyes widen, “you have a room?” You ask. 

Marcus nods, “yeah. It’s a townhouse. Has two en-suites and a third bedroom I use as an office. Was supposed to be for me and my fiancée but that - it didn’t work out. You want it? I need someone to help out with the bills, place ain’t cheap.” He shakes his head and you instantly nod. Marcus is a kind man, a sweetheart, and yet he’s very straight forward. You know he will be a great roommate/landlord and you desperately need somewhere. 

“I’ll take it.” You tell him and he chuckles, “I haven’t told you how much it is.” 

You shake your head, “I can’t imagine it’s more than what some of these assholes want. I’ll take your room…if you are okay with that?”

He’s theoretically your boss but you work more on the technical side of the department so that it wouldn’t be a problem. He would make sure that it was noted with HR, but he finds himself nodding. “It’s furnished.” He warns you, having bought a second bedroom set for when his parents visited or Teresa’s family came. Not that it mattered now. His parents can get a hotel and it was more important that his team member has a safe place to sleep. “But you can change anything you want. I can put it in storage if you have your own furniture.”

“No. I, uh, shamefully I only have a couple of suitcases. I got rid of my furniture when I moved into my ex’s. Thought it was forever so what was the point of putting a sofa in storage? Anyway, I really appreciate it, Marcus. When can I move in?” You ask, biting your lip. You’ve definitely overstayed where you currently are.

Marcus knows that you do need to talk about rules and bills but he sees the desperation in your eyes. “Tonight’s good with me.” He offers immediately. “Why don’t you bring your stuff over and we can have dinner, talk everything through.” He suggests. “Get a tour of the place. If you don’t like it, you can always stay until you find a place you like better.”

You nod, excited and anxious, but so so happy to have somewhere to live. “That sounds great. Seriously, thank you so much Marcus. I really appreciate this. You, uh, want to text me your address and I’ll come over after work. I’ll bring dinner. Chinese food?” You ask, knowing what he likes from when you’ve done mass orders for the office during those late night cases.

“No problem.” He chuckles and pulls out his phone. “I’ll leave early and make sure that I’ve not left dirty clothes everywhere.” He’s joking. He’s actually pretty neat, a fact that had driven his college roommate crazy but his ex-wife had liked it. “Chinese is fine, unless you want me to cook?”

You shake your head, “no. No. Tonight is on me. I just - thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it.” You say as you stand up, picking up your coffee cup just as your phone dings. “I’ll see you after work. Thank you.” You can’t help it, you walk around the table and place a quick kiss on his cheek before you rush out the door.

Even though it was unprofessional for you to have done that, Marcus flushes and rubs his cheek gently. 

“Oh shit, I know that look.” Bryan hoots. “Someones interested.”

“No.” Marcus insists, shaking his head. “She is going to be my roommate.” He huffs, making his friend chuckle and lean back, “if you say so.”

“I say so.” Marcus can only hope that you don’t regret this. Especially because his first thought had been you were so pretty when you lit up with a happy smile.

****

Armed with Chinese food and your cases, you pull up outside the address Marcus gave you. There’s street parking which is amazing and you decide to leave your cases in the car, carrying the take out up the steps to ring the doorbell. You’re nervous but you know Marcus is a good guy, even if he’s handsome and kind and - no. He’s your landlord, your roommate. Nothing more. You gotta stop thinking of him. He’s just a friend.

“Shit.” Marcus had only been slightly joking when he said he would rush home and make sure the house was put to rights. The bed in the second suite hadn’t had sheets on it, and he needed to make sure the towels were put in the other en-suite’s bathroom since he hadn’t had guests yet. Having a roommate would be good for him. 

He wipes his hand on his pants before he opens the first door of the townhouse and sees you outside the other doors. The small atrium  was perfect for bad weather and he locked them both for extra security. “Hey.” He smiles as he opens the door. “I see you found it okay.”

You nod, “it’s such a nice neighborhood. I love the outside too. Great choice.” You admire the atrium and follow him inside. The wood floors are beautiful and you step into the hallway, carrying the Chinese food. “You - you have a gorgeous home, Marcus. Wow. You sure you wanna share it?” You tease him, turning to find him locking the front door. 

“Honestly? I have to.” He admits with a chuckle. “I make good money, but not that good.” He could technically afford it, but it stretched his budget more than he liked. “Besides, it’s way too big for just me. It’s better to give you a place to stay too, right?”

You nod, “I don’t argue your reasons. I’m so happy to have somewhere to call home ever since my damn ex cheated. Really sucks when you put all your eggs in one basket and they fuck you over.” You huff and shake your head, looking down at the box in your hands. “I bought food. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving.” He grins and motions you further into the house. “My kitchen is your kitchen.” He tells you playfully as he leads you through the living and dining room. The townhouse has been completely redone, leaving the charm and still modernizing it beautifully. “If you want, I’ve got beer or a bottle of wine. There’s also water or tea if you prefer that.”

“Beer sounds good.” You tell him, knowing you’ll buy some tomorrow. You will need to go over rules and bills but right now, you’re just so happy to have someone for the foreseeable. You set the food down on the counter and take a note of where he pulls the plates out from. “I love the kitchen. I cook so we can share that responsibility. Make sure we have a homemade meal at least a few times a week.”

“That sounds good.” Marcus nods, turning back to the fridge to pull out two beers. “I like cooking but it never seemed worth it for just me, you know?” He hands you the beer and watches as you pull out the cartons. “After dinner, I’ll show you the bedroom and you can see how you like it? Or we can look at it now if you prefer?”

“Yeah. That sounds good.” You reach out to take his hand after he sets the beer door in front of you. “I really mean it, I appreciate it.” You tell him, unsure of what you would’ve done if you hadn’t heard him in the break room. 

He nods, blushing and getting bashful and that confirms you made the right choice. Some men would be demanding you get down onto your knees and show them just how thankful you are. “Let’s eat.” Marcus says, setting down the chopsticks and you nod, digging into the food.

Dinner is easy, both of you apparently hungry as you chow down. After a few bites, Marcus takes a swallow of his beer. “So one thing, I hope you don’t take offense to it, but I’m thinking that if we have overnight ‘guests’, we give the other to the courtesy of a heads up?” He asks. “That way we aren’t surprised when some random half naked person wanders into the kitchen in the middle of the night?”

You nod, swallowing your bite, and you hate the way your stomach twists when you think about walking in to someone who spent the night in Marcus’s bed. “Yeah. Of course. I think any overnight guests we give each other a heads up. I doubt you’ll be getting too many heads up from me. I- I’ve been knocked back by my ex. I’m gonna reset and enjoy some time to myself.” You admit before taking another sip of beer.

“We have that in common.” Marcus nods and sighs. “It’s been- I’ve decided the same thing. Work on myself before involving someone else in my bullshit.” He gives a small shrug and spears a piece of garlic chicken. “So you don’t have to worry about that from me.”

“Looks like the only action this townhouse is gonna get will be movies.” You tease, taking another bite. “I do miss having someone to watch shows with. Or go get breakfast on the weekend. Stupid things like that…when they’re gone, it makes you feel so alone.”

“God yes.” Marcus groans. “I’m so fucking sick of the looks of pity when I go eat by myself.” He rolls his eyes. “Plus you know my work, it can be crazy hours. You’re right there too.”

“You’re down for brunch then?” You smirk and he nods, “hell yes.” You lean back in your seat to look at him, “I think this is the beginning of something truly wonderful, Pike.” He winks at you and you try to ignore the way your heart flutters. 

After dinner, you help clear up and Marcus grabs your suitcases from your car, carrying them up to the second bedroom. “Oh I love this.” You smile, admiring the simple furniture but the view looks out at the small park across the street. “Seriously, you picked a great house.” You tell him again. 

“Thanks.” He smiles, blushing slightly. “I, uh, I’ll leave you to get settled in. I’ll set you up a code for the alarm and get you my spare key in the morning. I’m across the hall if you need anything.” 

You walk over to him as he hovers in the hall, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “Seriously Marcus, you have no clue how grateful I am for this. Thank you.” You murmur and he blushes, stepping back after you walk back into the room. 

“Stop saying thank you.” He teases, “goodnight.” 

You smile at him, “goodnight, Pike.”

****

It’s been nearly six months of living together. Six months of dinners and sometimes brunches out. Splitting the bills and both of you comfortable in the town house. You had started adding things that you wanted, the electric wine bottle opener was amazing and he didn’t mind the candles you bought. He, however, is going insane. The growing attraction to you is bordering on cruel and he’s honestly happy that he’s got to work late tonight. Needing to not get caught up in the romance of the date with his pretty and kind roommate.

“Hey.” He greets you when You pick up your office phone. “Something’s come up and it looks like I’m pulling a late night.” He chuckles sarcastically, “it’s a good thing I don’t have a date or anything for Valentine’s Day, huh?”

You smile against the phone, hating that you’re happy that Marcus doesn’t have a date. He’s been on a few since you lived in his townhouse and you hated it. Sitting on the sofa all night, counting down until he came home. It’s pathetic really how much you want him. You think about him all the time. Sure, you thought he was handsome but after spending night after night with Marcus, getting to know him (even his little quirks like his comic collection and the way he constantly loses his glasses), you are ridiculously in love with him. He’s working late and you don’t have a date so you decide to treat yourself. 

You have new lingerie you ordered because it was pretty so you are going to put that on and have fun with the new toy you bought. It was ridiculous how anxious you were to have it delivered to the house without Marcus accidentally opening it. “I don’t have a date either but I’m just gonna have a relaxing night in. Face mask, chocolate, and a cheesy movie sound perfect to me. Just let me know when you’re on your way home and we can figure out dinner.”

“No problem. I’ll talk to you later.” Marcus tells you before hanging up the phone. He wishes he could just go home and do those things with you, but someone fucked up royally and it was his job to find it and fix the mess. Sighing slightly, he looks at the stack of files on his desk and picks up the first one to get started. 

Only a few hours after everyone else rushed out early to get ready for their romantic evenings, Marcus is practically flying out of the building. Finding the mistake hadn’t taken as much time as he feared and all he could think of was getting home to you. 

It’s crazy how much he loves you being there, how much you seem to have in common. You’re perfect for him and he’s dangerously close to falling in love with you. He taps on the wheel as he drives towards home, forgetting to call you in his excitement to be there. Figuring that you will just decide together once he gets home and changes. A night on the couch with you and takeout sounds better than battling for a seat in a restaurant anyway.

You are spread out on your bed, moaning softly when you think about Marcus. The new glass dildo you bought yourself is pushed deep inside of you. You’re in no rush to cum tonight, deciding to work yourself up. Your fingers lightly trace your clit and you enjoy the slow build up of pleasure, your wand on the side for when you need to cum. “Oh that’s good.” You moan to yourself, imagining it’s Marcus pushing into you. You are absorbed in the pleasure, you don’t hear the front door opening or the footsteps coming up the stairs.

Marcus goes through his routine, dropping keys, depositing his shoes and finally trudging up the stairs. He’s left his suit coat downstairs because he knows he needs to take it to the dry cleaner this weekend, but before he goes to his bedroom, he decides to knock on your door and poke his head in. Both of you had gotten into the habit, so it’s nothing new. 

“Hey, I’m ho-“ stopping immediately as he eyes widen at the sight of you spread out on your bed wearing the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life and a dildo stretching your cunt out. “Fuck.” He gasps, immediately starting to harden in his dress pants.

You gasp, sitting up in shock and pulling the dildo out of you. Shit, you didn’t expect Marcus to be home yet and you didn’t hear him. Fuck, you didn’t hear him. Embarrassed and wondering what the fuck to say. You then look down at his pants, smirking when you see the tent starting to form and the dark look in his eyes. “You wanna sit down and watch?” You ask boldly.

He shouldn’t. He should apologize and go to his own room and take a very cold shower. But he’s tired of that. He’s tired of doing what he should. So instead of doing that, Marcus nods, walking into the room and sitting down at the end of your bed. He won’t touch you, you didn’t say he could, but if you’re going to let him watch - he’s going to watch. “Fuck, push it back inside you.” He groans.

You obey his demand, pushing the toy back inside of you with a whimper. “Fuck.” You pant, chest heaving as your walls take the toy. It’s not enough to make you cum but it’s enough to make you moan his name by accident, realizing what you just did, your eyes widen.

“Fuck.” Marcus leans closer and pants, watching you move the dildo in and out of your fluttering cunt. “Does that feel good baby, that dildo filling you up like you need?” He’s never been shy about watching porn, never felt dirty about it and this is like his own private show.

“It’s not enough. I can’t - it’s good but it’s not what I need.” You whine and he leans closer, wanting to touch you but keeping back. “I need you Marcus. Please. You want - you want to taste first?” You offer, pulling the toy out of you and you sit up to hold it towards him. It glistens with your arousal, you haven’t cum yet and you want more, you want him.

He groans, wanting nothing more than to taste you. His tongue slides around the toy, moaning at the tangy taste of your arousal off the glass toy. Licking your essence off of it before you pull it away. “You want me to touch you, baby? Replace that toy inside your pussy?” He’s growling at the idea in pleasure, wanting you for so long as he reaches down and palms himself through his pants. “I need you to say the words.”

You know this crosses so many lines but fuck, you need him. “Yes. Please Marcus. I need you to do something, anything.” You beg, tossing the toy down on your sheets and you reach behind you to unclasp your bra, shoving it down your arms to reveal your tits to his hungry gaze. “Please baby. I want you.”

Marcus immediately reaches for you, wanting to touch you for so long. Fingers sliding through your folds and flicking over your clit before he moves them down to push two fingers deep into your pussy and curl them up with a groan of your name. “So fucking tight, baby girl.”

You gasp when his fingers push deep again and you whimper when his thumb presses against your clit. “Oh God. That’s - you feel so much better.” You moan, squeezing your tits as he curls his fingers inside of you. “Marcus, baby. Oh - you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

Marcus groans, cock throbbing in his pants and he quickly pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Me too, fuck, wanted to fuck you so many times. Imagined it while I was jerking off.” He confesses, watching you grope your tits and he knows he wants you to cum before he fucks you. “Wanted to spread you out.”

You can’t stop the moans escaping your lips. So many nights of being silent due to you smothering your sounds so Marcus didn’t hear. Now, you don’t have to do that. “Always - always wondered what those thick fingers would be like inside of me. Would watch when you’d lick them while eating. So fucking sexy. You are so sexy, Marcus, and you don’t even realize it.” You pant out, knowing that makes him even sexier. Your walls flutter around his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit and you’re so close to cumming.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He counters, groaning as he feels your walls flutter. “That’s it, fuck, wanting you to cum all over my hand.” He coos, rubbing your clit harder. “Cum for me and I’ll fuck you. I’ll make sure you feel soooo fucking good, honey.” He promises. “Wanna see it, wanna feel it.” He knows he will remember this right here for a long fucking time. Even if it was a one time thing, he won’t regret it. Not when you are whimpering his name like that. 

Your mouth falls open, vision going hazy as you clamp down on his fingers. A strangled whine escapes your lips as you gush around his digits, loving how good his fingers feel inside of you. “Fuckkkk Marc.” You pant, eyes squeezed shut as you keep his fingers inside of you with a tight grip, loving how good you feel with the pleasure surging through you.

He keeps applying the pressure until you go limp and then he’s pulling his fingers free. Rushing as he scrambles off the bed to pull his clothes off. Frantic to get inside you and fuck you like he’s imagined a hundred times before. Throwing his clothes on the floor and wrapping his fingers around his cock to pump it a few times as he kneels on the bed between your legs. “Fuck, I- you look so good.” He moans, gathering your legs up and shuffling closer to sink into you as quickly as he can. 

“Fucking hell.” You gasp at the sight of his hard cock. So fucking beautiful with the veins running along the length, the head cut and pooling with precum. “Fuck baby. Fuck me.” You beg, rubbing your thighs as you grow more impatient to have him inside of you.

Marcus doesn’t need to be told twice. He swipes the head through your folds once before he’s pushing inside you with a loud groan. Hotter than you have any right to be and twice as fucking tight, he keeps rolling his hips forward until he’s seated all the way inside you, eyes fluttering as if he were in prayer and he moans your name. 

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as he stretches you out. God, he feels incredible inside of you and you trail your hands along his forearms up to his shoulders and down his chest while he gives you a moment to adjust. “We should’ve done this sooner.” You gasp when his cock twitches inside of you and you instinctively clench around him.

“Yessss.” He hisses, gritting his teeth together so he doesn’t blow his load right there. “We- we should have.” He grunts, waiting until you are grabbing onto his arms. He pulls his hips back and starts to thrust into you with rough, needy strokes. He’s wanted you too much to be slow and gentle. Grunting when he bottoms out inside you again. 

You moan, enjoying the way Marcus thrusts into you. You know you aren't going to cum from this alone but you are enjoying it. You've already cum on his fingers which is more than you can say for your exes. You caress his chest, loving the look on his face as he fucks into you, almost pussy drunk and you feel so fucking sexy because of it.

The pace stays as harsh and fast as he can possibly make it. Watching your face as you take every thrust, he starts to slow when he doesn’t feel you clenching around him. “What’s wrong?” He pants, holding himself up and he slides his hands up your legs on his shoulders. “Is- do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, "no. No. Don't stop baby. Don't stop. I want you to cum." You tell him, reaching for his hands to squeeze them. 

Marcus frowns, "but I want you to cum too." 

You smile, grateful that he's so sweet. "It's okay. I can't - penetration doesn't get me off. It's how it is for me. I am happy to watch you cum and it feels good. I promise, I will be satisfied. I've already cum on your fingers."

Marcus shakes his head, unhappy with your answer, looking over at the wand laying on your bed and he picks it up. You must be a clitoral stimulation type of girl. “No baby, I want you to cum on my cock,” he hums, turning it on. “Doesn’t matter how you cum, I just want you to cum again.” He spreads your thighs wider so he can press it to your clit. He doesn’t care about needing toys to help out, he’s always thought of them as his partners for pleasuring the woman he’s with.

You moan when he presses the toy to your clit, making you clench around his cock still buried inside of you. “Yes, that’s - God. That’s it. Move for me baby.” You demand, wanting to feel him moving inside of you. His cock feels so good combined with the wand, making you moan as his hips start to move. 

“Feel good?” He asks and you nod, “so damn good.”

Marcus groans, rocking his hips as he holds the wand to your clit. Watching the pleasure bloom over your face again. You can’t cum from penetration, he files that away to remember. Knowing that he wants to do this for as long as you want to. “Fuck you’re so pretty.” He groans. “I’ll make you cum on my face next time.” He promises as he works his cock in and out of your tight walls.

You gasp when he hits something deep inside of you, making you gush around him. The toy is pressed just right against your clit and you sigh his name as you get closer to your orgasm. “I- fuck. You’re gonna make me cum.” You moan, rocking  your hips up to meet his. “I’m so close.” You pant, head tilting back against your pillows.

“Cum baby.” Marcus urges you, keeping the wand against your clit to give you the pleasure you need. Thrusting into you as he looks down, feeling your walls start to pulse around him. “Cum for me baby, show me how that pussy feels when you cum.”

You can’t deny him even if you wanted to. It’s impossible. You choke on your own breath as you cum, clamping down on his cock and soaking him with your cum. “Fuckkkk.” You finally rasp out, eyes rolling into the back of your head and your thighs shake against his chest, the pleasure dragged out by the wand and his cock working you through it.

When he finally pulls the wand away from your clit, Marcus goes feral. Shoving your legs higher on his shoulders, he groans as he starts ramming himself into you at a breakneck pace. Needing to cum and wanting to use the hot cum that that gushed around him to make it even slicker. “Fuck- fuck- where?” He manages to spit out, forgetting that he hadn’t asked a question about birth control.

“Inside. It’s safe. I- I have an IUD. Please Marcus. Wanna feel you.” You beg, loving the way he is thrusting into you like a mad man. He’s unhinged and it almost, almost, has you ready to cum again.

The mere thought of being able to cum inside you pushes him over the edge. He rocks his hips another three times before he groans your name harshly and pushes as deep as he can - wanting to be as deep as possible. Painting your walls with every grunt of pleasure.

You love watching him, the way his jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck pulling taunt, and his eyes squeezed shut. “So good baby. I love it. Love being filled up by you.” You coo, caressing his cheeks and down his neck until your palm is over his thumping heart.

“Shit.” Marcus groans, feeling relaxed and exhausted. Exhilarated by the fact that his cock is softening inside you and he knows what you look like when you cum. Except he hasn’t kissed you. Sliding your legs off his shoulders gently, he moves them to his waist so he can lean in and press his lips to yours. Closing his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. 

You sigh into the kiss, running your fingers through his hair while your legs wrap around his waist to pull him closer. “That was - it’s insane how long I’ve wanted that.” You admit shyly when he pulls back from you.

“Fuck I wanted to do that too,” he can’t help lean in again, nuzzling into your neck and dropping kisses over your dewy skin. “I- I’m sorry I just walked in, I should have knocked.” He offers, even though he’s happy he’s where he’s at. Politeness dictates an apology at least.

“Don’t apologize, Marcus.” You snort, caressing his shoulders. “I have wanted you since I moved in. I- I really hate to mess up the roommate thing but…but I think I’m in love with you.” You admit, biting your lip as you wait for his reaction.

Marcus stares at you for a moment, unable to believe that his dreams come true and he hasn’t done anything to get what he wanted. “Hey-“ he shakes his head and offers you a grin. “Then that’s good. I won’t seem crazy asking you to move in with me.” He jokes, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently. “I think I’m in love with you too, baby.” He confesses against your lips.

You can't help but grin, heart thumping and you almost feel dizzy with happiness. the man you love loves you back. "I hate to break it to you babe but I have already moved in with you. 

Marcus shakes his head, "I mean my room. I want to share a room with you, sleep in the same bed." He murmurs, pulling back to look at you. It's sweet and you immediately agree, knowing you'll likely end up there every night anyway. 

"I'd like that." You smile and he grins in response. "Oh, Happy Valentine's Day." You coo, "I thought I was gonna be lonely and single today but I ended up with a boyfriend." You say cautiously, hoping that's what he wants. 

"Never thought I'd finish the day with a girlfriend." He says and you lean in to kiss him. "Happy Valentine's Day baby." Marcus murmurs, caressing your cheek. It was certainly one he won't forget.

[lauren-likes-to-type]

Obsessed

[Arcane] Yandere! Jinx x Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Small amount of cursing, implied violence, obsessive/toxic personality/relationship, stalking

[A/N]: This is my first time posting a story on this site, so please bear with me if the formatting is a little weird. I’ll try to edit it later to make it easier to read, lol.

Enjoy!

    Even though they were hundreds of feet above the water and bridge beneath them, that wasn't what was causing [Y/N]'s anxiety. She had been up here before, multiple times in fact, with her "friend" Jinx. They always came up here to relax and spend time together, just talking and sharing jokes or their favorite moments from their day. It had been so normal for so long, but recently Jinx had begun to make the conversation a little strange. They'd crack jokes with each other for a while, but then when they started talking about their day, Jinx would make an effort to ask about [Y/N]'s first. And when it was her turn to share, all she ever talked about was spending time with the [h/c] girl. In all honesty, it was making [Y/N] uncomfortable. Why was Jinx being so adamant about talking about her? She wasn't anything special. She was just a friend–a coworker–an assistant. Could she possibly be...? No, that was crazy. [Y/N] didn't even like her that way, why would she feel that way about her?

    And oh, how badly Jinx wanted to let her know that wasn't true. She had brought her up here to confess anyway, so she figured she could come clean about everything.

Well, not everything. Some things are better left unsaid.

    For example, she probably shouldn't tell her about how she stalked her over the past few months. Ever since she met the [h/c] girl–by total accident–she was hooked. In love. Obsessed. She just couldn't let her walk out of her life the way everyone else had done. So, in order to show her love before getting too serious (to not scare her off), she started sending gifts to [Y/N] and leaving little notes with words of pure affirmation. 'You may not know me personally quite yet, but I have to let you know that you're forever mine." "Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same." "You're my dream girl. Once we meet, you'll never be able to leave me." "I dream about you every night. I'm obsessed with you." Just short phrases that got her point across. Until one day, she sent a full letter.

    "Hey toots,

    I'd ask how you're doing today, but I already know. I've been keeping close tabs on you, but it's nothing weird, I promise. Just wanna make sure you're safe and aren't struggling. I'm sure by now you've noticed all the gifts landing on your doorstep. Some of them anyway. The blankets and stuff I left on your bed. Oh, and don't worry about how I got in. I promise I would never steal from you. I'll cut to the chase here. Silco is searching for new recruits, and I suggested you as my lab assistant! He said he's gotta meet you before he makes any big decisions or whatever, so you'd better get your cute little butt over here for an interview! Can't wait to see ya!

        -Jinx"

    [Y/N] didn't take up on her offer right away. After all, Jinx and Silco were known to be ruthless when it came to their employees. And, even though she hated living here in the undercity, she certainly didn't want to die for making a small mistake and accidentally upsetting them. Each day, Jinx came into Silco's office and asked if a certain [h/c] girl had come in for an interview, only to feel crushed when told that, no, no one had come in that matched her description. Enraged that [Y/N] hadn't listened to her, Jinx's stalking became more aggressive. Instead of only finding her in public places like The Last Drop, she followed her around almost everywhere she went. From the moment she left her house, [Y/N] had a very infatuated blue-haired girl trailing after her just a few meters behind.

    After a couple of days, Jinx even found herself watching through the window of [Y/N]'s house until she could see that she was asleep and safe. She knew what the girl was doing every day. What she ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, what time she went to work, who she talked to, everything. She made a mental list of all the men and women who even remotely appeared to be flirting with her and made sure they'd never be able to interfere with her again. To her, everyone else was competition for [Y/N]'s love. Finally, after growing tired of this, Jinx sent her another note that simply said:

    "I won't ask again. You will be my partner. Show up at Silco's office and tell him I sent you, or you'll regret ignoring me."

    Once remembering exactly what Jinx was capable of, [Y/N] finally gave in and got herself an interview at Silco's office, afraid she might not have much longer to live if she didn't. Little did she know, a certain admirer of hers was watching from the platform on the ceiling. After a while of talking–and silent, pleading glares from Jinx–Silco agreed to give [Y/N] an opportunity to work for him. But only on the condition that she follow his every order–one of which was to obey Jinx when in the lab. Over the next few weeks, Jinx managed to grow closer to the girl, seemingly not realizing–possibly due to her delusions– that [Y/N] had absolutely no interest in being friends with her. She ignored the voices warning her to back off.

    After a while of working on countless projects together, Jinx finally managed to steel her nerves and send [Y/N] yet another letter. This time, she asked her to meet her in their usual spot, which is where they were now: standing on the scaffolding above the bridge in the city. It was near midnight. Jinx figured that with how late it was, there would be a very low chance of someone ruining the moment. Not that it would matter–she'd easily take care of it, though she'd feel slightly regretful for it. In the time she had gotten to know [Y/N], she had killed plenty of people who went against her or Silco's wishes. Some of which took place in front of the [h/c] girl. When she'd look back at [Y/N] to make sure she was okay, she could see the horror in her eyes. Oh, how she hated causing that look. She wanted her to be happy! Not scared!

    "[Y/N], I gotta be honest with you. You make me so damn happy. I know we barely met a few months ago, but you're my whole world, toots. I...I love you, and I wanna make you happy. You deserve everything you've ever wanted, and with how well Silco provides for me, I can assure you I'd make you the happiest girl in the world. You're just so beautiful and kind, and...you deserve someone who will protect you at all costs. Even though you might not believe it, I will do whatever I can to keep you safe." She pauses, sucking in a deep breath. "So whaddya say? Do you love me too?"

    [Y/N] stared in slight shock, not expecting this. She had told herself it was a possibility, but shut that thought down real quick. She didn't love her back. She couldn't–not after everything she had done. She blinked, meeting Jinx's gaze again, who was staring back expectantly. Jinx was hoping, praying, that her feelings would be reciprocated. Her head was tilted to the side, a faint blush dusting her cheeks and creeping up to her ears as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip. She was very fidgety. Her hands were twitching and fiddling with her loose strands of hair, occasionally popping her knuckles, her leg bouncing. It was visibly obvious that whatever [Y/N] said in reply would control her next move.

    [Y/N]'s mouth opened and shut a few times, unsure of what to say. She couldn't form the right words. How could she let her down easily? Should she even let her down? Would other people get hurt because of her decision? She internally sighed. She couldn't risk others getting hurt for her sake, even if she knew they were horrible people. If it meant no one would get hurt for her sake, [Y/N] was willing to sacrifice her freedom. She looked down at the bridge below. Trying to give herself a moment to put on a convincing act, she watched the small, colorful dots that were people. If she didn't pull off her act successfully, anyone down there could be Jinx's next victim.

    She finally looked back up at Jinx with a smile, which made the girl's eyes light up. "Of course I do, Jinx." Jinx smiled, but it quickly dropped after a moment of faltering. "Say it." Her tone was unusually cold towards her. [Y/N] raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. "What? Say what?" "Tell me you love me. I need to hear you say it to believe it." The [h/c] girl froze, a nervous bead of cold sweat forming on the back of her neck. "I-I..." As she struggled to "admit" her feelings, Jinx's gaze hardened, her brows furrowing tightly together. "Say it." [Y/N] swallowed the lump in her throat. 'Say it, or she'll kill you.' Forcing that smile again that didn't quite reach her eyes, [Y/N] grabbed Jinx's hand and gave it a soft squeeze. "I love you, Jinx."

    Jinx didn't say anything for a moment–didn't even have the slightest visible reaction. Her eyes flickered around the girl’s face in search of any sign of a lie. Finally, as if the words barely processed in her mind, a large grin broke out across her lips in an almost menacing manner. "Oh, sweets, you make me so happy." Without any warning, she cupped the [h/c] girl's face and closed the distance between them with a kiss that was a little too rough to be considered sincere. [Y/N] didn't even have a chance to react before Jinx leaned back and pulled her in by the waist for a tight hug. Her slender hand came up, long painted nails entangling themselves into the [h/c] locks she had ached to caress for months. "I love you so much, [Y/N]. You have no idea what I'd do for you." [Y/N] swallowed. She did know. She had seen it right before her eyes more than once. She knew that Jinx wouldn't hesitate to kill for her, even if she begged her not to.

    She was brought out of her thoughts as Jinx's hold on her waist tightened to a painful degree. "Why aren't you hugging me back?" Again, her tone was cold. [Y/N] jumped slightly and quickly returned her embrace. Jinx relaxed slightly in her hold, slowly beginning to sway the two of them side to side. Her nose buried itself into the crook of [Y/N]'s neck. She drew in a deep breath, seeming to take in the [h/c] girl's scent. Oh, that intoxicating scent of hers...so comforting. So...addicting.

    How she longed for this moment–this close contact. All those weeks of spending time with her and getting to know her interests and hobbies finally paid off. Here she was–holding her after finding that her feelings were mutual. This was the girl she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. She wanted to marry her and keep her happy until the day they died. And never again would Jinx tolerate anyone flirting with [Y/N]--not that she ever did. [Y/N] was hers.

Her heart fluttered at that thought. It repeated itself over and over again in her mind, drowning out the other voices swarming her brain and satisfying her obsessive tendencies. ‘She’s all mine. No one will ever take her from me. She won’t leave–she can’t. I won’t let her.’ Her smile grew. “You’re mine, toots. Don’t ever forget that.”

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

[visionofhope04]

Hii I was lowkey wondering if you would do something maybe like a one shot of neglected where reader is older (18-20) and dipped out of the house and became a singer and one of her songs basically exposed them for how they treated reader and in like an interview she full on tells them how she doesn’t even talk to them and like only Jason

This is literally perfect. I love this idea! I was planning on making a singer batsis reader anyway so here you go! I'll be making this part 4 of the series instead of a one shot. There’s a bit of angst. Btw, thanks so much for your support everyone! I'm glad you enjoy this series! Feel free to request anything you'd like besides smut as well!

This is the longest thing I have ever written so there will be a part 5. I planned on this being the last part but it's just so much. It’s not proofread and neither are all of the other parts because I post at 1 am most of the time lol. Hope you like it!

f/n = friend name

Y/G/N = your group name

N/S = news station

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (Current) Part 5

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You were sick of it. Sick of how even after confronting them about how you felt and almost dying because of it, they still neglected you. You couldn't wait to move out at the age of 18, even if it proved to be a struggle. You had taken mini jobs since you turned 15 and saved up since then. You just couldn't see them anymore as it would remind you of how they treated you that day at that hospital. None of them apologized either. They just pretended it never happened and continued to ignore you. The media had a field day with speculation of what had happened but eventually stopped because Bruce had claimed it was “just a bad case of the flu” which they believed.

Jason was always the only one that would talk to you. He was the only one that actually cared enough to make sure you were taking proper care of yourself and that you wouldn't have a repeat of what happened. He took you places, spent time with you and gave you advice. You even had a tradition where you'd always meet up at the manor's library every week at the same time that same day every week and just have a mini book club together. He always made time for you and never bailed on you.

So on your 18th birthday, he helped you move out. You managed to rent a small apartment in Star City with the money you had saved up. It wasn’t that close to the manor which was a good thing. The neighborhood wasn’t good but it wasn’t as bad as Gotham’s neighborhoods so you would be fine. You could handle yourself with your assassin training if needed. You also managed to get hired at a cafe which was about a five minutes walking distance from your apartment.

It had taken a while but eventually, you had packed all of your belongings into color coded containers and moved them into Jason’s car with his help. You didn’t say goodbye to anyone as you had no friends to say bye to and you knew that your so called “family” couldn’t care less about what you did with your life. ‘This is it, hopefully the last time I’ll ever be near this place.’ You thought. You didn’t plan on stepping foot in Gotham ever again after you left. It would bring back too many memories you prefer to keep buried away deep inside your mind.

The car ride to Star City was entertaining. You and Jason conversed the whole time, telling jokes and listening to his funny tales with the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually, a song you both loved came on and you both started yell-singing along to the lyrics. You wished those moments could be permanent. You were both so carefree and nothing else mattered besides having fun and enjoying yourselves.

You now stood in the doorway of your new apartment, admiring your new home. Jason and yourself had just finished unpacking all of your belongings. You really liked how it looked and thought you both did an amazing job at designing the place perfectly according to your style. Jason, unfortunately, had to leave in order to avoid raising suspicions. Once you both said your byes, he left you to your apartment.

Jason drove back home in silence. He hated to admit it but he would miss you dearly. You were always there for him and helped him with anything. You tried your best to always comfort him and make him feel better on his darkest days and it would always work. Somehow you seemed to always have the right words to say or knew exactly what to do to help him. Out of everyone he was closest to you. He assumed it was because he could relate to you the most. More so how you felt. He’d felt like the black sheep of the family before you came, and he was. When you came, you took that role from him. It pained him to see how much their insults would affect you, even if you were good at hiding it. He could just tell.

Jason made it back to the manor after a while and went straight to the library. He didn't want to deal with the others. After the whole hospital situation, he'd never really bother interacting with them. He hated how they treated you as if you didn’t exist and hated how much pain they had caused you and that they didn’t even care. He guessed that they'd probably be doing something for Damian's birthday and forgot that you were his twin. They probably couldn’t even remember that Damian had a twin.

He made it to the library and pulled out one of his favorite books. He’d read it so many times you’d often joke that he could probably recite the whole book by heart at this point. Sitting down in a chair, he started to read. However, he couldn’t bring himself to stop thinking about what it would’ve been like if they treated you how they did Damian. The both of you were Bruce’s real children. You both even looked like clones of him! At first, Jason thought you would’ve been the favorite twin due to your personality. Even though you were twins, your personalities were polar opposites. You even refused to kill! You were trained by the League so why didn’t you kill as Damian did?

Jason knew you would benefit them greatly if you joined. You had self control, didn’t kill, could act perfectly, lie perfectly, do well under pressure, and not to mention your skills. Being raised by the League may have been torture, but you managed to gain incredible skills out of it. You could take on at least ten guys who doubled you in size and beat them within five minutes. You even bested Damian in spars and he was supposedly dubbed the “better twin” by Talia, so why hadn’t they let you join their nightly crusades like they had let Damian when the both of you first arrived?

Damian passed by your room but noticed something was off. He decided to take a look. He twisted the doorknob and pushed. The room which was once occupied by you now looked extremely plain and bare, stripped of all of its accessories. The only things left were the bed itself, multiple dressers, and a vanity. It looked as if it had been vacant the whole time. It might as well have been. Damian couldn’t really remember what it had looked like since he’s never paid much mind to it but he could tell there was a drastic difference. He knew that you disliked just leaving your room plain unlike himself and wanted at least something to make it look less boring.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. Had you finally been kicked out by Bruce? Did you get shipped off to a boarding school like he had been suggesting to your father for years? He decided to go ask. He exited the room and closed the door behind him, taking off for Bruce’s office. Walking down the hall, he suddenly remembered that he had seen you leave with Jason. This meant that you were not at a boarding school like he had originally thought. But then why was your room vacant?

Instead of going to see Bruce, he decided to go see Jason and bring up the matter with him instead. He changed directions and headed to the library where he knew he’d find Jason. It was no secret that Jason was a book worm so Damian had a fifty percent chance of finding him there.

He entered the library and was immediately greeted with the sight of Jason sitting comfortably on a chair, legs crossed with a book opened in his hands. Jason didn’t bother to look up from his book as he spoke.

“What do you want Demon Spawn?”

“I’ve come to obtain the whereabouts of my sister.”

“You mean my sister?”

“She’s not your sister!” Damian exclaimed.

“Well I act more like a brother than you do.”

“Where is Y/N? Her whole room is bare.”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Just tell me, you imbecile!” Damian said, growing increasingly frustrated by Jason’s blunt answers.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?”

“Not here.”

“Just tell me already Todd, I have no time for your foolish games!”

“She moved out.” Jason said, giving in.

“What?! Where.” Damian demanded.

“Why would I tell you?”

“Because I demand to know!”

“Okay and?”

“Tell me!”

“No.”

“Why not!”

“Because you don’t even care.”

“And you do?”

“Yes, I actually do Damian! I’m there for her when she needs me the most. I’m there for her while she’s watching you live the perfect life that she’s just a background character in! While you and the others ignore that she even exists! I’m there for her when she breaks down and has panic attacks! And what were you all doing to try and help her? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!” Jason snapped.

“Y/N’s fine, I know my twin!” Damian screamed.

“Do you even know what her favorite color is?” Jason questioned in a harsh tone.

“...” Was Damian’s reply.

“Exactly! You don’t! You and the others have never cared about her, so why all of a sudden do you care now? You don’t know anything about her so don’t act like you do!” Jason then stood up and walked out of the room in a fit of rage.

Damian stood there, shocked. Had Jason just refused to answer his question? He was about to follow him but decided against it. Why was Damian going to chase Jason down just for her? She was just an annoyance, a mistake, imperfect. He had been wanting to get rid of her for so long, so why doesn’t he feel relieved? Why does he feel guilty? He decided to stop dwelling on it and get on with life. He figured it would happen eventually if it hadn’t happened then.

---

It had been a year since that day. The day you left your old life behind and started a new life, a better one. One where you weren’t constantly ignored. One where you actually had more than one person care about you. Instead of seeing yourself as a failure and disappointment, you now saw yourself as an amazing person (which you always were). You had been going to a community college in Star City. You made many friends there and started up a music career with three of them.

Their names were f/n, f/n and f/n. You all started off by taking random gigs anywhere you could. You performed covers of songs and would receive standing ovations all the time. Seeing as your group was well liked, you decided to write and produce your own songs. At the age of 19, Y/G/N released their first album. It went viral within a day and everyone was talking about it. After a week, several articles were posted, praising your work. News Stations talked about all the records Y/G/N managed to break. People started to stream it like crazy, and you couldn’t be happier with all the positive feedback you were receiving.

You had been a Wayne once, meaning you had experience in dealing with the media. Since you had already been used to it, you knew you’d all eventually be invited to interviews. So, when you had received an email stating how N/S wanted a one on one interview with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. You weren’t looking forward to interviews with your whole group, let alone one where you would be alone. You knew how unfiltered interviewers could be and didn’t feel comfortable with it.

However, you decided it would be best to go. So here you were, sitting in front of the interviewer in an uncomfortable chair preparing for the interview to start. You had somehow managed to keep a smile plastered on your face the entire time while you were a nervous wreck on the inside. You hoped none of the questions would be sexist as they usually were towards women. However, you had no more time to think about that. You heard clicking, signaling that you were about to go live. Once you heard the last click, you knew you were live and the interview had begun.

“Hello everyone, welcome back to N/S. My name is Jerald Tangleberry and I’m here today with songwriter, singer, and celebrity, Y/N Wayne! How are you?”

You waved to the camera and then answered, “Hello everyone! I’m doing good, how about you?”

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking! So by now I’d assume everyone knows that you’ve released an album with your group. How does it feel to gain more fame?”

“It doesn’t feel any different. Fame wasn’t our goal when we released the album. It was to express ourselves.”

“Mhm, well Ms. Wayne, what inspired you to write songs?”

“Well we know people may be in a tough spot in their life right now and want them to know they aren’t alone.”

“That’s so true. Some fans have been speculating that every member has three songs that specifically relate to them since there are twelve songs in total and three of the songs have the same group member as the introduction part of the song. Is this true?”

“Yes, it is true.”

“So all three of your songs relate to family issues of some sort. Is that hinting that you have family issues?”

“Yes, actually. My family isn’t the best. They ignored me all the time, even when they weren't busy. The only person who didn’t was Jason.”

“You’re saying it in the past tense.”

“I moved out about a year ago. When I was around 14, I suffered from anorexia. My family would always ignore me since they were either busy doing work or hanging out with each other. The only family member that acknowledged me was Jason. I assumed it was because there was something wrong with me. I started to hate myself so much to the point of starvation. One day, I passed out right before a gala and my oldest brother Dick found me passed out on the floor. They took me to the hospital and when I woke up, Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian started fussing about how I’d ruin their image if the media knew what actually happened. They started to yell at me and told me how I was a useless burden. I started to have a panic attack so I kicked them out. Jason stayed behind with me and comforted me. Ever since then I made a planed to save enough money so I could move out when I turned 18, which I did.”

“Oh, wow. So Jason was the only one who interacted with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like the Wayne family isn’t as perfect as they seem.”

“No family is actually perfect.”

“Did your family try contacting you at all after they found out about Y/G/N?”

“Not yet. They’re probably too busy or don’t care.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright, I got over it. What’s the next question.”

“Oh-” He cleared his throat and continued the interview. (So basically I don’t wanna bore you all lol)

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Jason had woken up late into the afternoon that day. Patrol that morning had exhausted him. There was a huge breakout at Arkham they had assisted with. They successfully locked up every escapee, so today, Jason just wanted to relax until it would be time for patrol again. Even though he was exhausted, he knew he couldn’t take a break. The others wouldn’t and it would be unfair to them if he did.

He headed over to his couch with his phone and a bowl of popcorn in hand, ready to watch random movies the entirety of the day. He set down his phone on the coffee tables and grabbed the TV remote. When he turned on the TV, he almost dropped the popcorn and remote. You were sitting on a chair, giving an award winning smile while you politely answered the man’s questions. He was baffled. He didn’t know why you were being interviewed, let alone on TV at all! You made it clear you didn’t want to have any relations with your family any longer and you couldn’t stand publicity, so what were you doing?

He placed the bowl down and snatched his phone off the table. Unlocking his phone, he quickly dialed your phone number. However, he realized that the interview was live and that he would be interrupting it if he called you then. Deciding to wait, he placed his phone back down, picked up the bowl, and then got comfortable.

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maybe i do | kth. VI

➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.

↳  part of the high-class series!

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 25k

➵ warnings : swearing, angst, alcohol consumption, mentions of confrontative violence (w/ another character), mentions of a wound, some blood, heavy making out, sexual content, dom + sub dynamics, dom!tae, brief top!reader, straddling, marking, teasing, s e x u a l tension, loads of dirty talk, punishing, rough fingering (w/ a surprise), praising, slight humiliation, use of a mirror, choking, oral (m. receiving), massive c0ck tae cause hello?, deep-throating, cum swallowing (tae’s kinda soft with her here 🥺)

➵ a/n :  okay so THIS chapter is worse than a roller coaster ride, i’m serious this chapter should scare you ASHGJFSLJ, all the love to my wonderful baby @hantaev​ for beta-reading and being so supportive, as always, feedback and comments mean a lot to me ! <3

chapter six : “my heart is pounding tonight”

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4 hours.

4 hours, and Taehyung hasn’t heard a single word from you.

4 hours, he’s spent sprawled on his couch, laid sleepless on his bed, and now sits brooding in his study.

4 hours, his chest has been filled with the same agony he felt the minute he let you go. 

He couldn’t think straight, he couldn’t relax, and barely managed to get food in his system. The house felt too boring, too quiet, too cold. 

Too empty. 

Taehyung has never felt like this before, where it feels like his chest is heavy, he can’t stop fidgeting, bouncing his leg and persistently overthinking. 

Is this anxiety? Taehyung thought. I never get anxious.

It was near laughable how little Taehyung grew fretful over anything, and yet here he was; restless as he remained seated silently in his chair without a single thought that isn’t you.

He just didn’t understand what happened, didn’t know your whereabouts, if everything was okay, if everything’s been solved. All Taehyung had left to pass the troubling time was reading the unanswered text messages he’d sent you.

[8:27 pm] Y/N, did you arrive at your office yet? 

[8:58 pm] do you need me to come get you?

[9:15 pm] i can drive you home, get back to me when you can

[10:33 pm] are you okay? where are you? 

[11:25 pm] i’m getting worried, princess, please answer me

[11:46 pm] come home to me, Y/N

It was midnight soon, and he’d already attempted calling your phone 4 times, yet you remained MIA. Taehyung felt like his heart was beating too fast, physically felt his mind spiraling the more he considered what could’ve happened to you. 

The human mind is a frightening place, Taehyung discovered, because all he could do was jump to dreadful conclusions that had his stomach churning. Did you really drive there safe? Was everything okay when you walked on the streets by yourself? Did you even make it to your office? 

He had no telling clue when this happened, but he now realized he feels genuine fear when considering worrying realities about your wellbeing. 

And for fuck’s sake, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if something really did happen to you. 

When the fuck did I even get like this?, he questioned himself repeatedly. 

Taehyung would usually assert he doesn’t understand why he’s worrying so much, even better, try to deny his pesky emotions; push them away into the crevices of his subconscious so he didn’t have to brood over their significance. He would say that he rarely worries because he’s the cool and collected one, so his current feelings are simply a momentary, fleeting lapse. 

But to admit that would make Taehyung a lying man, because he was not the same man anymore. 

All he wanted was a text, a simple call so he could hear your soft voice, assure him you’re alright. He even considered simply arriving at your workplace unannounced, but it didn’t sit right with Taehyung thinking he’d be impeding on your work, compromising the trust you and him had established before he let you go. 

But as the clock ticked by, and his phone remained desolate of your contact name, near suffocating stress began mounting onto his shoulders. The kind that was heavier and more agonizing than any work stress, and Taehyung had called his friend Namjoon for any sort of clear mind. 

“Dude, it’s only been 4 hours, you can’t file a missing persons report that quickly.” 

“And why the hell not?” 

“Because she may not be missing, Taehyung. She just hasn’t gotten back to you yet.” Namjoon reasoned. 

Taehyung’s tone grew snippy.  “And how do you know that’s the case? What if something actually happened?”

“Look, from what you told me it’s a stressful situation, and Y/N’s handling it, you should trust her.” 

“Hyung, she wasn’t even in a state to drive, I don’t even know if she made it to her office or not.” 

“I know it’s worrying, but you also have to consider that she’s in a situation where you’re the least of her worries, Taehyung. She’s dealing with work, she’ll be away from her phone.” Namjoon offered sensibly. 

“I understand that, Namjoon, but how am I supposed to just trust the worst hasn’t happened?” Taehyung became unsettled, his mind drifting towards fearful scenarios again. “What if I made a huge mistake.. letting her go alone?” 

“Taehyung-ah, don’t think like that.” Namjoon encouraged supportively. “Look, you know I get worried when my wife’s out late too, but she always comes home. Y/N will be fine, you just need to wait for her.” 

“But I want her to be fine in front of me.” Taehyung stressed. “How do I know she’s safe? How can you tell me everything’s fine when it may not be? I can’t just eat and sleep normally when she may need my help and I’m not there to protect her.”

“Woah, Tae..” His friend was taken aback on the other end. “This sounds nothing like you. Are you really not okay?” 

Taehyung sighed heavily. “Fucking no, Hyung. I don’t think I am.” He felt a growing headache as he massaged his heavy eyes, plopping down onto a sofa in his study. “I don’t understand why I feel like this, I don’t fucking get any of this.” Taehyung breathed frustrated, far more emotional than he usually is. 

“Taehyung-ah, it’s normal. She’s your wife. Fake marriage or not, it’s always scary knowing a woman is out late at night and hasn’t contacted you, but you should just remember Y/N is smart.”

“Namjoon, it’s not just about her being my wife anymore, it’s her.” Taehyung licked his lips uneasily, shaking his head. “I know she’s extremely capable, but she takes on the world all by herself as if she won’t get hurt, and I don’t want her to be alone anymore.” Taehyung practically beseeched, puffing out troubled air as he leaned back on the sofa. “I just want her to come home, I want to know she’s safe.” 

“Taehyung...” His friend paused, considering his friend’s confession. “You’re never like this, man. I’ve never heard this from you.” 

Taehyung remained quiet, an arm thrown over his eyes not exactly knowing what to say, only felt his mind raging with an abysmal storm inside. 

“Taehyung-ah... be honest with me.” Namjoon suddenly perked up, seeming wishy-washy about what he’ll say next. 

“About what?”

Namjoon paused, hesitating on the other end. “This.. doesn’t really seem fake anymore. Are you.. do you perhaps, feel something more for her?”

Taehyung automatically stiffened, utterly frozen. He felt like an error 404 not found code, malfunctioning as he attempted to digest what his older friend just asked him. 

His lips perpetually remained in a state of starting a sentence, struggling for something even close to an answer. He was still blinking when he was interrupted by another incoming call, and caught sight of a name he didn’t even know could bring him such consolation upon reading it. 

Y/N ♡

“Hyung, I have to go.” He abruptly ended the call with his friend, answering yours in mere seconds. “Y/N? Hello?” 

“Dad..” You whined into the phone, complaining loudly as the sound of bar-goers drowned you out, not to mention the slight buzz in your own veins. 

You knew at first dragging yourself to a bar after an already stressful 3 hours at the office was not a good idea, but after working so hard for so little, with no way out or a solution dawning on your team, alcohol seemed like the most optimal way of blowing off steam. 

And especially complaining to your father while near trashed. “Please, you need to do something about Motherrr.” 

“Y/N-ie, I would but you know I’m not in Korea right now.”

“I frickin’ know!” You shouted comically loud, whiskey and coke’s effervescent taste still on your tongue. “But I can’t do this anymore, dad. Why-why is she always like this? Why is it-does it always have to be me?” 

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on with her.” Your dad answered honestly, his last word interrupted by the sound of your co-workers clinking shots of Vodka, you knocking back the burning liquid like a champ. 

“I can’t speak on her behalf, but I can speak for myself and your brother. You have us, Y/N, and I can only ever hope that’s enough.” You downed another shot just for the fuck of it, chasing the hard liquor with some grapefruit juice while your father spoke earnestly. “We love you very much, you know that? And I hope everyday that makes up for what your mother puts you through.”

“I already know dat-that, dad, and I’m grateful.” You could feel the tingling effects of those two shots bubbling inside you now, suddenly eliciting an emotional response you otherwise would’ve kept hidden. “But.. why doesn’t she love me, dad? Why does she hate me so fucking much?” 

You father sighed on the other end, hurt by the vulnerability in your voice. “That’s not true, Y/N. She loves you by wanting the best for you, she just does it in a very different way.” 

“You know that’s not true, dad. It’s.. okay.” Raw emotion caught the back of your throat saying this, tears pricking your eyes as the alcohol made your feelings transparent. “I know she hates me, you can just admit it, it doesn’t hurt me anymore.” 

“Y/N-ie, don’t do that to yourself.” Your father chastised you softly. “You don’t need to act like something doesn’t affect you, okay? If something hurts, it simply hurts, and you’re allowed to not be okay.” Your father said pacifyingly as if he’s reiterated this multiple times, in such a supportive tone it was easy to feel your throat clog up, tears brim your lash line threateningly. 

But you instead swiped a shot from Yeji’s hand, downing it without a care in the world for your reckless alcohol consumption. 

You just wanted everything to go away. 

“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about her anymore.” You fixed yourself, waving off Yeji’s drunken protests about her shot. “Just help me, dad. I know I won’t-don’t ask for your help ofen-often, but please, please help me with this. This project.. I got it fair and square and I know she colluded with Yun & Ryu, please do something.” You hiccupped to your father like a child. 

You could hear your father agreeing on the other end, or so you thought. The alcohol was hitting you hard, leaking into your bloodstream like everyone’s favourite worry-removal poison. “I’m sorry your mother did that. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll be back in Korea in a few days, and I’ll for sure sort something out for you, I promise.” 

“Thank you, Dad.” You expressed your gratitude whole-heartedly, feeling a sudden wave of depression straight Vodka usually spelled for you. “I’m... I’m sorry I bother you so much. I’m sorry I’m an ungrateful daughter who makes everything worse for you.” 

Your father grew soft. “Why is my wonderful, hard-working and resilient daughter apologizing? She has nothing to apologize for.” 

“Because..” You felt your mind spinning with emotion, with overbearing thoughts alcohol only seemed to magnify. “I’m... not a won-wonderful daughter, Dad.” You sniffled.

“Y/N-ie, don’t say that, alright? You and your brother Yoongi are my greatest prides, never think you are worth any less.” Your father reassured, making a small, intoxicated smile grace your face. 

“I love.. you, Dad.” You hiccupped, cheeks beyond flushed. 

“I love you too, Y/N. Your dad’s always here.” You were still smiling like a sad idiot, circling your emptied shot glass mindlessly until your dad suddenly perked up. “And Y/N, I know you’re drinking right now.” 

You blinked, eyes bugging out like a deer caught in headlights. “W-what? I’m.. I wouldn’t drink, dad. You’re hearing things.”

“I may be old, but I’m not stupid. Just remember to slow down, please? And get home safely, I don’t want you out this late at night.” 

“Pft, what? I’m fine, dad.” You hiccupped again. “How-why do I nweed someone to kick-pick me up? I’m not drinking.” Your words bled together in ways a sober person’s wouldn’t, your father unconvinced.

“Y/N-ie, I know you have a low tolerance for alcohol. Where’s your husband right now? Is Taehyung not with you?” 

And that’s when your eyes went wide, mouth falling agape near comically realizing you’re incredibly stupid. 

“Oh my God, Taehyung!” You smacked your forehead, and honestly quite hard. “I never called him back! I’m so sorry dad, I have to go, I’ll call you later.” You quickly pressed the end call button that really seemed to be splitting into two as this point. 

With a spinning mind, you blinked incessantly sifting through your contacts until you located Taehyung’s name, not even comprehending how you so easily forgot to call him when his cologne from his gigantic clothes constantly comforted you all day. 

You clicked his contact multiple times, your co-worker Yeji complaining next to you when you tapped the call button. “Y/N, who are you calling now?” 

“My Taehyung, I mean-husband.” You lightly hiccupped. 

“Pft, imagine having a husband to call, Mary.” Yeji intoxicatingly nudged your project leader, who was scarfing down another shot. 

“I have a husband, guiness-genius.” Mary corrected. “But definitely not one that’s the Kim Taehyung.” 

Your team all reveled at the mention of his name once again, having already hooted, hollered and teased you for the dark hickeys on your neck, mussed hair and near drowning in clear men’s clothes. They were all whistling again through intoxicated laughter and comments, oddly observing Alex among everyone didn’t join their noise. 

Weird.

Anyway, you became all giggly under everyone’s suggestive scrutiny, really thinking about having a husband like Taehyung, and then the realization hit you like you were a giddy high-schooler. 

The Kim Taehyung, one of the most prestigious, wealthiest CEO’s in Seoul, was your husband. 

Right then and there, you heard his deep voice pulling you out your reverie through your phone. “Y/N, hello? Are you listening to me?”

“Taehyung!” You lit up excitedly, Yeji winking as she slid over another shot to you, slamming the glass back down on the counter after a triumphant swig.

“It’s my Taehyung, everyone! My husband Kim-Tae-hyung.” You reiterated his name by each syllable, comically loosening up. “Such a fucking cool name, isn’t it? He’s the most powerful CEO ins-in Seoul..” You slurred addressing everyone. “He was one of Korea’s most elibigle-eligible bachelors too, but not anymore! He’s on Forbes Youngest and most.. handsome? No, wait, successful-?”

“Yes, it’s me, Princess. Where have you been? Are you not at your office?” His voice sounded worried, making you pout at what you considered his overreaction. “Why didn’t you text me back?” 

“I was busy, okay! N-Nary-I mean, Mary, she was.. she had this idea..” Your speech lost cohesion, snickering with your co-workers at the way you said Mary’s name wrong. “Uh.. what-what I was saying again?” 

“Y/N.. are you drunk?” 

“Why does everybody keep saying that? I’m fine!” You slammed your palm against the counter like a child, tone high-pitched. 

“Oh, really, you’re sober? Why do I hear sounds of a bar on your end, then? Didn’t I tell you to be safe?” He had a disappointed lilt to his tone, clear shuffling on his end of the call. 

“I... um, I wasn’t, our company has a bar, g-genius” You tried offering straight-forwardly, but it clearly didn’t work. 

Taehyung sighed heavily on the other end. “Princess, where are you? Do you know the name of the bar?”  

“Yeah, pft, of course I do. Just hold your handsome face up, Casanova.” You drawled into the phone, turning to mindlessly yell at the entire bar much, much louder than you anticipated. “Does ANYBODY know the name of this bar? I am asking for SCIENTIFIC purposes.” 

You swore you heard Taehyung smack his forehead over the phone, your lips falling into a little ‘o’ forgetting to cover your phone’s receiver. Your face instantly heated up listening to the guffaws from the bar, shrinking into the smallest thing possible in your chair. 

“We’re at McGill’s, Y/N.” Alex answered kindly, flashing a comical thumbs up to him for his help. 

“Was that Alex just now? He’s there too?” 

“Yessir, is that a problem, Prince Charming?” You teased, giggling at the end of your remark. 

You could practically feel Taehyung rolling his eyes, moving around on his end. “Fuck this, I’m coming to you. Please stay at the bar, I’ll be there right away.” You then heard the telling sound of keys clinking, soon the door of your home being opened. 

“Noo, I’ll just take an uber homee.” You whined, feeling guilty for disturbing him. “You don’t have to leave the house for me, you should.. be resting.” You hiccupped, hand just barely holding your phone to your ear anymore. 

“I can’t rest until you’re home, Princess. Just wait for me, I’m coming for you.” You heard his Merc roar to life, his voice far more sweet and soothing than it should’ve been. 

And you acquiesced. 

“Okay.” You replied with a visible pout, ending the call as your nimble fingers clambered for another shot. 

Taehyung shoved the doors to the bustling bar open, eyes frantically searching over the hoard of people mingling and drinking. He tried to discern the jacket he gave you in the midst of people, swatting some stray snow off himself. 

He then finally spotted the familiar brown of his coat, swaddling a tiny person propped on a chair, leaned over lazily against the bar’s counter. You were laughing as Taehyung found your pretty face, your familiar eyes glistening under the bar’s lights, cute cheeks entirely flushed.

He took a long, relieved breath, thanking God you were completely safe.

He weaved through inebriated people and ignored them if they recognized him, rushing over to you as his large palm landed on your small shoulder. “Y/N.” 

You whirled around with your big eyes, cheering adorably. “Taehyung! You’re here!” Your sweater paws flailed drunkenly hugging his torso, shoving your face into his coat. 

A warm smile inched onto Taehyung’s lips, endeared by the action. “Yeah, I’m here.” His arms found purchase around you, satisfied he was holding you again. 

He then rubbed your back, lightly instructing you. “C’mon now, let’s go home.” He heard you protest in a low whine, though your jelly-like body made it easy for Taehyung to bend down and get your arm draped over his shoulder. He then glanced at your half a dozen co-workers simply in awe of him, politely nodding. “I’ll be leaving with Y/N now, thank you.”

But as Taehyung tugged you off your seat, your weight drastically pulled him down, your feet completely giving away. “Oh, shit.” Taehyung swore as he caught you, arm secured around your waist as intoxicated giggles spilled from your mouth. Taehyung’s eyes flickered to your co-workers, eyebrows furrowed with worry. “Um.. can someone please tell me how much she drank tonight?” 

“Woah, hold up, you’re actually Kim Taehyung?” 

“Holy shit, we literally work with Kim Taehyung’s wife.” 

“Y-you’re a thousand times more handsome in real life.” Mary confessed drunkenly as she soaked Taehyung in, making him purse his lips as he curtly asked again. 

“Thanks, but not my concern. How much did you all let her drink?” 

Your co-workers equally began scratching their heads, pretty lost on how much you specifically drank. Taehyung sighed disappointingly as he held your intoxicated body next to him, ticked off until he had even more reason to be.

“She just had mixed Whiskey and some shots of Vodka, it’s not that bad.” Alex suddenly offered nonchalantly a few seats down, Taehyung’s eyes flashing to him with dislike, replying coldly. “It’s a lot for her, she doesn’t handle alcohol well.”

“Taee, I just had some shots.. I-I’m as responsible as they.. come.” You hiccupped and lost strength in your legs again, nearly giving way until Taehyung clutched you to closer to him. He took a worried breath as he snatched your purse off the bar counter, eyes falling to some sort of portfolio case hooked onto your chair. 

“Princess, is this yours?” Taehyung asked gently, senselessly nodding to him with your face smooshed in his coat. He nabbed the bag and slung your belongings over his shoulder, fixing you flush against his side until you whined all of a sudden. “Taehyungg, why can’t we stay here?”

He could see the pout on your lips, growing soft. “Because we have to get you home and out of my clothes, baby. Let’s call it a night, yeah?”  He encouraged gently, his arms encircling your shoulders as Taehyung looked at your co-workers. “Nice to meet you all, but I’m taking my pretty wife home.” His eyes flitted over everyone with a light grin until he found Alex’s for a purposeful second, licking his lips with a dead stare. 

“Let’s go, Princess.” He declared and broke eye contact, cradling your head to him as he led you both outside, cold air hitting with a sudden rush and falling snowflakes. You exclaimed in seconds, cowering into Taehyung’s figure. “Taehyung! It’s so cold!” 

He stopped the pair of you just outside the bar, speaking gingerly as he set you in front of him. “I know, that’s why I gave you my coat, remember?” Taehyung watched as the snow began to delicately collect in your hair, taken by the sight. 

It made you appear too pretty for your own good, a smile finding Taehyung as he leaned down slightly to fasten his coat’s lapels around you, buttoning it for you. 

Your mind was woozy, eyes practically half-lidded with alcohol-flushed cheeks watching Taehyung silently work the coat. Even in your inebriated state, the tinge of cold rosiness to his face made him appear breath-taking, snowflakes gracing his long eyelashes as he looked down. 

You stared at him, unable to filter any of your thoughts. 

“How are you so handswome?” You gazed at him with a small slur, lips hiding behind the collar Taehyung fixed around you. His coffee eyes flashed to yours, chuckling.

“My parents. They’re better looking than me, though.” His smile was heart-warming, multiplying your admiration by tenfold. “No..” You denied softly, Taehyung’s sight meeting yours as a sweater paw came up to his cheek, your dainty hand poking out to touch his cold skin. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” 

Taehyung stopped, eyes completely round as he met your gaze, fairly used to being appreciated for his looks though it oddly felt different coming from you. 

The meaning felt different.

“T-thank you.” He stuttered out, swallowing. Your hand remained on his cheek while Taehyung held onto your collar, admiring your snuggled up self until both your hands suddenly cupped his cheeks, bringing his face closer to yours. 

“You’re like a bear.” 

Taehyung’s lips curved as he snickered, letting you hold him. “A bear?” 

You nodded like a child. “You’re so fluffy.. and your chweeks.” Your voice was muffled as you squished his face, Taehyung growing endeared. 

He was simply enjoying the moment until you swayed suddenly, falling into him abruptly and Taehyung caught you. “Woah, okay there. You won’t be able to walk like this.” He grew concerned, rounding your shoulders as his other arm hooked underneath your knees, lifting you up bridal-style. 

You immediately scrambled, completely shocked. “Wait! I’m-I’m heavy, Taehyung, you don’t, put me down!” You rambled at him alarmed, hooking onto the nape of his neck in a flash. 

Taehyung waved you off. “Shut up, remember I said I could probably throw you? You feel like nothing.” He assured, beginning his steps towards his car he had to unfortunately park down the street. “It’s okay.” 

You acquiesced and grew small in his hold, your head far too heavy as it fell against his chest. Your eyes gradually drew shut as he walked steadily, soaking in his body heat and comforting cologne.  

It felt safe in his arms, like he was the only world you knew in that moment as your temple rested against his beating heart. “Thank you” You murmured, fingers soothing the back of his neck. 

“Hm?” He hummed, drawing closer to hear you better. 

“Thank you.” You repeated. “For coming for me.” 

You’re not sure what expression was on Taehyung’s face, though you did feel his arms coil around you tighter, pulling you close until your forehead met his neck. He continued walking, his steps calm as you both remained in some sort of quiet bliss, the snow falling nearly meditative.

“We’re almost there, Princess.” His dulcet voice spoke gently, the vibration through his chest causing your heart to flutter, and temporarily lull you to sleep. 

Taehyung shut the door behind himself using your feet, setting you down on the small steps of the front foyer and leaning you against the wall. He removed his shoes and knelt down onto a knee before you, undoing the laces of your boots as you came to consciousness.  

You started lightly giggling at him, causing Taehyung to quirk his eyebrows and playfully scrutinize you. “What’s so funny?” 

“You’re-you’re on your knees for me.” You snickered, recalling your conversation with Hana. You hid your face behind your hands, embarrassed as you loosely remembered the scandalous things she said. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you the most adorable thing on Earth, thinking maybe it’s not such a bad thing when you’re drunk. 

He simply smiled and slipped off your shoes, shredding off his coat thereafter and tucking it away on a hook. He lifted you up, letting you incline your inebriated figure on him as he removed your (his) coat from you. 

You were mumbling senseless things with half-lidded eyes, Taehyung thinking you very much need to lay down after a glass of water and maybe some food. “Hey, did you eat anything?” 

You didn’t respond, rather wobbled to maintain your balance and Taehyung caught you for the hundredth time, deciding to simply take you to your shared bedroom first. He swept you up in his arms again, nabbing your belongings and ascending the stairs, your body coming to a settled state of near sleep again. 

“Jagiya, don’t sleep just yet. We need to change your clothes first.” Taehyung whispered to the crown of your head, sauntering down the hallway until you roared to life. 

“Noo, I wanna stay in this.” You complained with a whine. 

“You were out like this all day, we’ll get you something comfier before you sleep.” 

“No, I don’t wanna sleep.” You protested, swinging your legs and scrambling in his arms. 

“Hey, stop acting like a child. You already went against my word today and did something dangerous.” Taehyung chastised you, adjusting his hold to maintain your whining figure. 

“No I didn’t, I was safe.” You bit back grumpily, crossing your arms. Taehyung toed your bedroom door open and angled your feet to switch the lights on, walking inside with you. 

“You didn’t even text me back, how was I supposed to know you were safe?” He continued, setting you down on your feet and tossing your bags onto the bed. 

He returned with his eyes finding your little body drowning in his shirt, rubbing your eyes. It was cute until he spotted your marked up neck, dark hickeys blossomed across your skin, and when he considered you’re wearing nothing underneath his own clothes, he found it hot as hell. 

“I just for-forgot.” You slurred out suddenly, holding up a hand to fight him back. 

“Why’d you even go to a bar? You’re a lightweight.” He started reaching to undo your shirt until you sluggishly pushed his hands away.

“You know what, Mr. Kim? Why do you..” You prodded his chest accusingly, speaking whatever came to your mind. “Have to be so sexy?” 

Taehyung blinked. “Huh?” 

“You heard me, it’s not fair.” You nearly staggered until Taehyung’s hands instinctively steadied you, shoving away his hands harshly. “That too. Who asked you to be nice? Why can’t you just be an asshole? It’s not fair, you’re not fair.” You babbled out.

“What-”

“It’s not fair..” Your hands came up to his broad chest. “that you’re so fucking fine.” You shoved him back at your words, Taehyung faltering in accordance as assertions mindlessly spilled from you. 

“It’s not fair that you have a deep, sexy voice.”  You pushed him again, Taehyung’s palms wrapping around your wrists confused. “Y/N, what are you-” 

“That your hands are so fucking big.” Another shove, his hold faltering when you pushed again. “That you’re such an unbothered, intelligent, hot CEO.”

“Princess-

“That you’re so tall. That you’re built so fucking perfectly it makes me want to jump you.” You then forced Taehyung back hard enough he plopped onto the bed, his eyes round as you stood in between his long legs, hands on his broad shoulders. 

“And it’s not fair..” You then grappled your legs onto his strong thighs, straddling him, hands looping around his neck letting the alcohol boost your confidence. 

“It’s not fair.. that you’re right in front of me, but I can’t have you.” And just when Taehyung registered what you said, you crashed your lips onto his in a single breath. 

Your movements were fast and rough, fingers tangling into his hair with your mouth swallowing him like you were starved. You just wanted to taste him, tongue slithering inside to consume him, clothed core grinding against his crotch as you moved. 

Taehyung hesitantly mouthed in returned, arms encasing you securely until he tasted the Vodka on your tongue, disconnecting his lips. “Hey, Princess, you’re drunk, okay? You need to sleep, not kiss me.”  

“No, I want to kiss you.” You demanded before suddenly lunging forward, sending Taehyung backwards onto the bed as you landed on top, kissing him messily again.

Your horny body moved against him in pleasurable tandem, arousal spiking through your core as you groaned into his mouth. Taehyung was utterly taken by the sheer power of your kiss, reveling at the new sensation of you on top of him and he steadily became lost in you.

The alcohol suddenly tasted heavenly on your tongue, making out with you in full force as his arms began to wrap around your torso, but your newly acquired confidence spelled other plans. 

You boldly grabbed Taehyung’s hands and forced them back against the sheets, not allowing him to touch you as your fingers interlaced and restricted him. It was funny how much smaller your hands were in comparison to his, yet you were the one pinning him down, feeling him try to resist you though you only forced him back harder. 

Your mouths were completely sealed together, kissing sloppily and fervently until you propped off his mouth to breathe, instead trailing kisses down his chiseled jaw. Taehyung took a breath of air, having been so completely lost in your act of dominance he was getting too turned on. 

He then remembered the reality of the moment, tasting the remnants of alcohol in his own mouth and he quickly scrambled to direct your attention elsewhere. “Princess, you’re still drunk. Why don’t we do something else?” Taehyung’s eyes flittered around the room for something to distract you, aroused at your lips descending to his neck

He spotted your art portfolio on the bed, eyes lighting up immediately. He nearly went for it until your mouth latched onto his pulse point for the first time, Taehyung groaning at the sweet sensation of your mouth sucking his skin. It was thrilling to feel you pinning him down too, not used to the loss of dominance at all it caused blood to spike to his dick. 

He almost gave into the euphoric feeling until he detangled a hand from yours, reaching for the portfolio desperately. He managed to unclip and tug it open, grabbing at any random sheets trying to forget your pretty lips on his neck.

He sprawled some papers on the sheets, trying to get your attention. “Hey, hey, Y/N, tell me about these. Let’s look at these.. designs...” Taehyung trailed, finding himself suddenly focused on your striking artwork.  

His eyes naturally fell to the multitude of designs and buildings you drew, amazed at not only the variety in your creativity, but how detail-oriented and carefully each design was sketched. He was far more than impressed, knowing you were talented just based on the small snippets he caught glimpses of before, but witnessing your skill in all its glory, he couldn’t help but marvel at you. 

Your talent is way too good to be working humbly at some small company, you deserved to be part of something much bigger. No wonder Yun & Ryu, an infamous law firm initially chose you; your designs were innovative and captivating. 

Taehyung was brought back to reality when you started kissing down his throat and tugging harshly, desparately at his shirt for him to take it off. Taehyung knew better and immediately reprimanded you. 

“Princess, stop it, you’re drunk. We’re not taking off clothes.” He lightly scolded, your whiney self coming off his neck to pout with sad eyes. “But why not?” 

Taehyung physically felt his heart leap, sincerely a weak man when it came to your eyes and lips; a lethal combination that could easily have him offering you the world on a silver platter. “You’re not sober, Y/N. Let’s go to sleep, alright?” 

You still had his one hand held hostage, comfortably laying on top of him as your free hand found his jaw, not wanting to sleep yet. “Can I still kiss you here?” You pressed a single peck to his lips and drew away, cheeks warm as your eyes regarded him innocently. 

Taehyung licked his lips and cracked a smile before you spoke again. “Can I kiss here?” You then kissed the apple of his cheek, insides all giddy.

“You know, this is called an angel kiss.” You told him, lips delicately meeting his eyelid for another peck. Taehyung’s eyes naturally fluttered close, letting your soft lips kiss his one mono-lid, something so easily tangible beating in his heart that he was just on the cusp of understanding it.

Though remained oblivious for his own good.

“I love forehead kisses.” You giggled, bringing yourself to plant a kiss to his forehead until finally catching sight of the adorable mole Taehyung has on the tip of his nose, drawing close to him once more.

“I’ve always.. wanted to kiss your mole, right here.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you placed a delicate against the tip of Taehyung’s nose, creating space between you two to look into his glistening eyes. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but look at you as if you’d hung the moon, entirely endeared as he spoke his thoughts with a soft chuckle. “You’re seriously too cute right now, I’m recording this.” Taehyung shuffled to grasp his phone from his pocket, accessing the camera and quickly pressing record. He positioned it so that it caught a side profile view of you two; your small figure perched on his chest as he laid against the bed comfortably, his other arm encasing you on top.   

“Y/N, say hi to your future self watching this, tell her what you’re doing.” Taehyung teased, talking for the camera knowing this is perfect blackmail for later. 

“Noo, oh my God.” You became shy, hiding your face into Taehyung’s neck as you laughed incessantly. 

“Oh, c’mon. Who’s the one who gave me this hickey right here? And here?” Taehyung started displaying his neck, adorned with fresh hickeys you’d sucked onto him.

“Taehyung, stop! You’re the one who gave me these.” You gestured towards your own marks, knowledgeable of how dark and purple they were “Why don’t you give me all those kisses again as punishment, then?” Taehyung playfully urged you, and your inebriated self decided to play along. 

“Which one, this one?” You kissed his cheek, all shy and childlike. 

“Mmm, give me the one you called an angel kiss.” He suggested, biting back a stupid grin as you pressed a kiss to his double-lid eye. 

He then purposefully batted his long eyelashes to tickle you, laughing together. Taehyung smiled whole heartedly, making one last request. 

“Can I get my favourite one? On my lips?” He puckered them slightly awaiting your kiss, and you easily complied by pecking his pillowy lips, grinning as your arms hooked around his neck, gazing at him. 

“Mm, that’s my princess.” He praised with a glowing smile. You grew sheepish at his words and found the junction of his neck, his warm palm rubbing your back as you did so. 

You laid there, absorbing the vibration his baritone voice sent. You basked in his masculine scent, finding yourself far more comfortable than you’ve ever felt. Your loose snuggle transformed into a hug, Taehyung stopping the video and tossing his phone to the side, returning your embrace as he let you rest on him. 

You felt the steady rise and fall of his chest, heard the pounding of his pulse point. You felt so euphorically sound, so tranquil it allowed your mind previously clouded with alcohol to clear up. You began to think back on how you even got yourself into this mess, why you’d become drunk and somehow ended up in Taehyung’s arms, laid on top of him as he stroked your back. 

You remembered your petty mother, her idea of ‘discipline’ meaning destroying your dream, far worse than any punishment a parent could give a child.

It all made your gated emotions rush out far easier than you liked, as if the high you chased with alcohol was now coming down, bringing along daunting thoughts you’d always kept hidden. Your mother’s hatred you’ve felt for years, all the vile words she spat at you returning as harmful weapons, not even remembering the last time you actually felt loved by her. 

The last time she’d call you by your name without an insult, had her genuinely compliment you, provide you with something a mother is meant to.

You felt years worth of sorrow resurfacing, arriving in a wave you didn’t know was okay to let loose. You teetered on swallowing it all down, habitually bury it deep inside you like you always have, maintain that strong farce you’ve always kept. 

That was, until your father’s words suddenly rang in your ears, loud and clear as you felt yourself unraveling, just seconds away from giving in.

If something hurts, it simply hurts. You’re allowed to not be okay.

And that’s when raw, deeply-rooted emotion caught the back of your throat, your eyes naturally watering within seconds as your heart constricted. It was subdued pain, the same agony you’ve felt for numerous years whenever it came to your mother. 

Your chest tightened, ached terribly, throat closing up carrying the weight of years feeling unloved, undeserving of any care, not worthy of being cherished as a human being. It was hard, extremely hard to watch other children be loved by their mothers, rather encourage their dreams instead of cutting their wings.

And just when you felt like your world collapsing, you felt the comforting touch of Taehyung’s hand, aimlessly smoothing your back, his warmth radiant. 

It then suddenly felt easy for tears to automatically well up in your eyes, your arms detangling from around Taehyung’s neck to hide your face in your palms. 

Taehyung was only focused on soothing your back, enjoying the moment until he felt something wet fall onto his collarbone. He then felt you retract your hands, hearing the littlest of sniffles from you and it caught his attention. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Taehyung asked, trying to peer at you though you only hid your face further into his neck. Your breaths became shaky, trying to conceal your whimpering. “Y/N, are you crying?” 

Then came your small sobs, body breathing erratically as cries escaped you, tears spilling onto Taehyung’s shirt freely. “Wait, Princess. Don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Taehyung pleaded, never having thought the sound of you crying could be so devastating. 

“Why does she hate me?” Your voice broke, asking with a quiver. “Why does she hate me so much? What did I do so wrong?” 

Taehyung’s hand came up to cradle the back of your head, holding you tighter as his own emotions grew weak listening to you.  “Why can’t I have a mother that loves me, Taehyung? Just once, just once I want to know the love of a mother.”

Your voice was gut-wrenching, so agonized it broke Taehyung into pieces. He couldn’t stand it, not when you were crying on him and all he could do was hug you, hug you until you felt better, hug you until your tears stopped spilling. 

Taehyung could just never stand this entire situation with your mother in the first place, having always been devastated about it. His own parents have never once intruded on his life or work, never attempted to stifle his success as some sort of punishment. Yet, you had to experience this for some reason, someone who only humbly and innocently desires to achieve something on their own. Someone who’s risked so much to travel down their own path, yet is having the way obstructed by some controlling, bitter parent.

He disdained the universe even more to think you’ve seldom felt a mother’s love, something every child deserves in this world. He just despised that it had to be you, felt tears prick at his eyes thinking how unfair it is you’re forced to be hurt like this. 

“I just deserve it, don’t I? I deserve to be treated horribly. I don’t deserve her love, or anyone else’s.” Your voice grew miserable, reflecting daunting thoughts you’ve had for years. “I’m just a stubborn brat who makes everyone’s lives so much harder. I don’t deserve anything good at all.”

“No, don’t say that. Please, don’t say that.” Taehyung was frightened at how easily he was hurt. He hated the way your voice broke, despised that you believed the words you said. He wanted to disprove every syllable of them. “That’s not true at all.”

“But it is true. I even make your life so much harder, I don’t deserve you either. I don’t deserve your kindness, your warmth or your help. I’m such a hassle, I act stubborn and don’t do anything for you. I just deserve to be alone.” Your words trembled, crying despairingly on Taehyung as it did something to his heart he never thought possible. 

“Y/N, don’t say that to me, you don’t make the call on what you do and don’t deserve from me, okay?” Taehyung felt tears brimming his eyes, stroking the tresses of your hair to comfort you. “I make that call. I chose you, remember? I choose to be kind, I choose to care, I choose to help you.” Taehyung didn’t know he could so desperately want to take away someone else’s suffering, how easily he wanted to be the one suffering just so you didn’t have to feel this way. 

“You don’t make my life hard at all. You make my life warm, you know that? You do a lot for me, more than you know. So please, Y/N, please stop crying.” Taehyung begged, wanting to see your doe-eyes instead, the curve of your little lips, maybe hear your laugh. 

“But it hurts, Taehyung. It hurts. After so long it just hurts.” You cried harder, years worth of keeping yourself shut now being released, and Taehyung’s sincere words only added to your emotion, only made you open up more.

“I know, I know it hurts, you’ve been alone for so long, haven’t you?” Taehyung felt his throat closing up, able to relate to your feelings of loneliness because not long ago, you were once the one holding onto him, insisting he wasn’t alone, that he had you here.

Taehyung remembered that solace, now channeling his gratitude for that moment towards consoling you, to never letting you go. “But it hurts me too, Princess, to hear you cry, to hear you say things like this. So please, don’t say them. I’m here when it hurts, I’m here when you’re not okay.” 

And just when you thought his words were already the most genuine, heart melting things you’ve ever been told, Taehyung said the one thing you’ve always wanted to hear your entire life. 

“I’m here, so you’re not alone anymore.”

Your cries automatically transformed into gratified tears, letting your walls come down. You didn’t need them anymore, not when Taehyung is right here, when he’s so close and comforting. 

Your arms coiled around him tightly, hugging him like he was the only safe space you knew, allowing yourself to give in, allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and the sensation felt liberating. 

Taehyung felt his heart beating with something ardent, his own realization dawning on him as he held your sad, crying figure. He never wants to hear such agonizing words from you, never wants to see you in such pain, only desires to give you everything you were never given, because otherwise it leaves his heart unexpectedly broken.

And Taehyung minutely had Namjoon’s question from earlier today pop into his mind, thinking this was possibly his road to an answer. 

Though he decided to not dwell on the thought.

Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself in Taehyung’s clothes again, not the same ones you’d left the house in a hurry in, but a new set.

You felt groggy, head heavy as the alcohol from last night weighed you down. Your arm instinctively reached over to Taehyung’s side of the bed, finding it empty. You nearly got worried until you heard the sound of running water in his bathroom, easing you. 

You spotted painkillers and a glass of water on the bedside table next to you, thinking it was probably Taehyung’s work as you downed the tablets. You decided to start fresh this morning and take a shower in your own bathroom, shredding off your clothes. It was eye-opening to look at yourself in the mirror, the effects of last night having not done you well, especially spotting Taehyung’s hickeys littered across your neck and chest. 

A shot of arousal hit you instantly, remembering the ghost of his lips on your skin, thinking he had a serious kink for marking and it was nothing short of hot.

Quite frankly, Taehyung seemed wildly kinky in general, and it ignited every nerve in your body to explore that side of him someday.   

Then came the memories of yesterday, how the hickeys even ended up there, your escapade in the kitchen that was interrupted by your witch of a mother. You shivered, embarrassed at how easily he had you moaning his name against a counter. 

You snapped yourself out of it quickly, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself and searching for your usual scrunchie to tie your hair for the day. You swore it was on your wrist last night, especially when you’d left the house in such a hurry to the office. 

All you really remembered from that part of the night was the bar, calling your father drunk, Taehyung coming for you, somehow ending on top of him and crying like a child into his neck. 

You felt extremely embarrassed remembering that part specifically, choosing to instead wipe your brain clean. It was better to act like you’d forgotten, certain your drunk self must’ve done something very bold to even end up on top of Taehyung, only recalling the way you restricted his hands while kissing his neck. You smirked at the memory, deciding maybe your scrunchy was in your purse, sauntering over to your room to scour your bag. 

You came up short, believing Taehyung maybe knew of its whereabouts considering last night. You rapped at his bathroom door in accordance, calling his name. “Taehyung!” 

Said man then opened the door, peering at you with a toothbrush in his mouth, bare body and hair soaking wet with only a towel hung around his hips, indicative of just having taken a shower. 

Your eyes greedily soaked him in; his taut, broad frame, catching the beads of water that dripped down his lean muscle, the column of his throat, the messy, tousled arrangement of his soaked locks.  

He looked like a Greek God. 

You were only interrupted by his sudden questioning, eyeing you with a cocked brow. “Do you need something, or are you gonna keep staring at me?” 

You physically shook your head, clearing your throat to save your pride. “I-uh, do you know where my scrunchy is? The one I wear on my wrist?” 

Taehyung smirked to himself before spitting into the sink, running water to rinse his mouth. “Not sure, maybe check one of my drawers.” 

You ventured inside, beginning to access his drawers silently. “Why are you asking me, anyway?” 

“You picked me up last night, I was thinking you had it.” You answered absent-mindedly, only finding Taehyung’s belongings in his drawers, your lips drawing into a natural pout as you searched. 

You heard Taehyung hum in understanding, splashing water on his face. “How are you feeling today?” He stole a glance at you, discerning you didn’t appear as hungover as he predicted. 

And you were doing that thing with your lips again. 

“I’m alright, I know it takes less for me to get drunk so I don’t get bad hangovers.” You replied honestly, scouring his drawers until another thought came to you. “Though not so good considering I know you changed my clothes last night, you weirdo.” 

Taehyung was automatically offended. “Pardon?” 

“I was drunk and you changed my clothes, that can be considered pervy behaviour, Kim.”

“What?” He knitted his brows together. “No it can’t, I’m your husband.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, genius.”  

Taehyung had to stop you. “Okay, hold up, I was just doing you a favour.” 

“You could’ve just put me in my own clothes, loser, why yours?” You retorted, standing with crossed arms.

“Your clothes are small and tight, my clothes are more comfortable.” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head disapprovingly. “It’s cause I’m small, Taehyung, they fit me. How do I even know you didn’t peak?” You narrowed your eyes at him, watching him close the tap as water dripped from his beautiful bare face. 

Taehyung scoffed, cocking an eyebrow with his palms resting on the counter. “I’ve already seen everything underneath your clothes, Princess.” He eyed you knowingly with a coy grin, purposefully scanning over your body like he remembered every detail of it. 

And that’s when you remembered Taehyung eating you out like a starved man in your kitchen, and you felt your core temporarily spark recalling the feeling of his skilled tongue licking your pussy. 

You shivered, scrambling to counter him with a displeasured look. “I don’t remember anything, Mr. Kim, especially from yesterday.” You crossed your arms tighter and feigned innocence, refusing to look at him.   

“Oh, really? Want a reminder?” You ignored Taehyung while he grabbed his phone along with a face towel from his counter, slinging it around his neck as he fiddled with the device. 

You then watched him hold out the phone in your direction as he dabbed his face unbothered, displaying a recorded video of you laying on top of him. You then watched him ask you questions about hickeys and kissing, yourself giggling like a high schooler and then proceeding to kiss his entire face without a single sliver of shame.  

Your cheeks immediately heated up. 

“T-that’s.. I was- I was drunk! That’s not fair, delete it.” You complained, hands snatching for his phone but he immediately retracted his hand. 

“I’d rather sell my kidney than delete this.” He laughed, smiling mischievously. “You’re cute when you’re drunk, you know that?” Taehyung was smug, smirking as he stopped the video and casted his phone aside, drying his skin. 

You hated the upper-hand he’d required, rolling your tongue on the inside of your cheek as you remembered a very important detail from the video. You grew mischievous, watching him mind his own business as he focused on his skin care routine, yourself tempted by his wet skin and nearly naked body. 

You sauntered over to him, suddenly wrapping your arms around his torso from behind, hugging him as your hands greedily felt up his toned stomach. You watched him perk up, impressed. “Princess trying to start something?” 

“You know what else is cute?” Your voice was sultry, your teasing fingers traversing down his body inch by inch until you reached his towel, meeting his confused eyes through your reflection. 

“When you’re a bottom, Kim.” You then grabbed his length through the thin towel, watching him hiss in pleasure. “Takes so little to get you underneath me, huh? Didn’t you talk a big game about dominance? Where’s that attitude now, sailor?” You began palming at him, having already been impressed by the size of Taehyung’s dick just yesterday, but now with only a measly towel as a barrier, his large size was much more apparent, and much more thrilling. 

“Princess, don’t play-” 

“But I think I want to, Taehyung.” Your voice was dripping with lust, smoothing over his tip and feeling him grow harder, his reactions priceless as groans left his mouth. “What are you gonna do, Mr. Kim, punish me?” You goaded him, though it was your biggest mistake. 

Your cocky scoff was enough to completely tick Taehyung off, sending him into a dark mode where he lost control. Taehyung somehow switched your positions in a single movement and abruptly pushed you up against the bathroom counter. 

You gasped, seeing his tall body tower over you carnally through the mirror. He looked evil holding your stomach with a single arm, the other situated on the counter as he pressed his hips into your ass. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear, eyeing you darkly through the mirror as he spoke. “You really think I didn’t just let you stay on top of me?” 

Arousal spiked through you, thrilled by the dangerous tone in his low voice. The very little clothes between your bodies was lighting you on fire, ready to test his patience. “You sure about that? I remember pinning you down, cuddler boy.” 

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, his dark, wet locks draping his forehead far too sexy. “I was letting you have some fun, you don’t know the game you’re playing, Princess.” His large palm smoothed over your abdomen, speaking in a gruff tone. “Let’s see if you can pin me down when you’re like this.” 

Taehyung suddenly pulled your hips backwards and bent you over the counter, free hand smoothing over your backside. You gasped at the lewd position, the outline of Taehyung’s length nearly stuffed between your cheeks and you shuddered. 

“T-Tae, what are you-” Taehyung then came up to slide your robe down a shoulder, leaning over to kiss your exposed skin, eyes sinful through the mirror. “You wanna play a game, don’t you?” 

You laughed nervously, composing yourself as arousal alighted your core. “I-I was just..” He then removed your hair from your neck and began kissing at your sensitive skin. “Just what? Questioning my dominance again?” 

You relished in the feeling of his lips until Taehyung canvased down your abdomen to your core, sneaking past your robe and pressing into your bare folds. You keened, gasping out a moan as the action caused you to bend over more, your ass flush against Taehyung’s clothed cock. 

He watched your every reaction as the pads of his fingers applied pressure to your clit, collecting your wet slick and spreading you all over your folds. You shuddered, the feeling of his fingers on your pussy lips downright intoxicating. 

“Tae..” you whimpered, craving to feel him inside you. 

“Think you had me pinned down, huh?” Taehyung questioned by your ear. “Think you could stop me from touching you?” He circled your clit harder, his every word dripping with lust. “Think you can be dominant?” 

You clutched the counter hard, gushing on cue. “Fuck, Taehyung..” 

He then slipped your dumb robe off both shoulders, leaving your breasts and perched nipples bare. Taehyung ripped his hand away from your center, speaking deeply by your ear as he suddenly brought both his hands together in front of you, encircling your small frame as he adjusted his wedding band. 

“What’s this?” He asked your reflection in the mirror, meeting his obsidian eyes and answering him. “Your-your wedding band.”

“Good girl.” He praised, watching Taehyung switch the band from his left ring finger to his to right index finger, allowing the life-binding accessory to settle above knuckle. You grew scandalized, core lighting up at his insinuation. “Fuck you, you wouldn’t-” 

Taehyung flipped up your robe to reveal your bare ass, smoothing over a cheek as he brought his newly-adorned index finger to your pulsing core, teasing your entrance with the metal. “Let’s see who’s a bottom when I do this, huh?”

You whined, the prospect of him finger-fucking you with his wedding band utterly sinful just in nature, and it was pathetic how badly you craved it. You glanced at him through the mirror, his devilish eyes meeting yours as he rolled his tongue inside his cheek .

“You’re so.. you would never-”

“You wanted to play a game, didn’t you?” Taehyung’s voice dropped an octave, lining his fingers up just before your entrance, free hand hooking onto your shoulder as he gazed at you with dangerous eyes. 

“In this game, Princess, you’re the sub.” 

Taehyung then shoved both his fingers into your aching pussy, the cool, metallic sensation of his wedding band more euphoric than anything you’ve felt, gasping out in sheer pleasure. Your walls soaked him in greedily, feeling the drag of his fingers as he began pumping you from behind. Satisfied groans spilled from your mouth as you breathed, pushing your ass further back against Taehyung the harsher he fingered you. 

“Taehyung.. fuck.” You grasped the counter to ground yourself, taking the rough thrusts of his long digits. 

Taehyung leaned over you again, his bare chest to your exposed back, baritone voice reverberating in your ear. “Wanna challenge my dominance now? When I have you bent over like this?” 

Taehyung pressed down on your back to arch you, propping your ass higher for him to angle his fingers, fucking you faster with every moan that escaped your mouth. You shuddered with the change, sighing out in utter pleasure. “Taehyung..”

“You think I can’t ruin you? Think I won’t punish you?” He plunged his fingers as deep as he could, their length so blissful paired with his wedding band you groaned out in ecstasy. You felt stuffed by his slender hands, whimpering at the sensation and it entertained Taehyung. “You love my big hands, don’t you?” 

“T-Taehyung..” 

“Hm, Princess?” He teased, biting back a smirk as his fingers began working your pussy again with speed, precision, the constant feeling of his ring fucking into you so sinfully pleasurable. 

“H-harder.” You croaked out, Taehyung cocking an eyebrow needing to hear that again. “What’d you say, Princess?” 

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t, not when Taehyung was pumping into you so roughly, walls feeling his every drag, so good your mind was spinning, insides pathetically raking with an orgasm already. Taehyung suddenly trailed his free hand down to your clit, pressing against your throbbing bud and you whimpered out weakly. 

“Use your words, Princess. What did you say?” Taehyung’s voice was authoritative, sending white hot arousal straight to your core as you practically whined, body repeatedly taking his sharp pumps. 

“I-I said harder, Taehyung, please.” You hated how easily you gave in, but when Taehyung was finger-fucking you with the very ring that symbolized your marriage, your seal as husband and wife while rubbing your wet, swollen clit, it was too fucking easy to submit to him, let him work your body like he knew its every pleasure. 

Taehyung bit his bottom lip to contain himself as blood rushed to his semi-hard cock, the sound of your soft voice moaning his name and begging like music to his ears. The warm feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his fingers aroused him heavily, considering he could just fuck you up against this counter right now.

But he knew you were still too tight, too small, and in dire need of a punishment. 

“I could fuck you from behind just like this, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Taehyung coaxed you, increasing the roughness of his finger-fucking. 

You nodded incessantly, lungs losing air at how much you could feel your insides coiling, something ready to snap. “Yes, Taehyung.. please, please just fuck me.” 

“No, you’re not a good girl, and this is your punishment.”  Taehyung then harshly drove a third finger into you, nearly crying out at the stretch while he simultaneously propelled you forward onto the counter. Your hard nipples met the cool surface as he thrusted, sending pleasure coursing through your veins. 

You groaned out hard, orgasm raking your insides so badly you hung your head low losing strength, until Taehyung’s hand suddenly snaked up your neck and encased your throat, bringing you to look up at your reflection with him. 

“Look at yourself, look at the way I dominate you.” He demanded darkly by your ear, fingers gently squeezing your throat as he forced you to watch the erotic image.  

“Taehyung, fuck-!” You whimpered, him never letting up his sinful movements. 

“Look at the way I have you bent over for me, such a bottom taking my fingers like a good girl.” A shiver ran down your spine, Taehyung shoving his fingers into your soaked pussy so harshly he was constantly sending you forward, your breasts repeatedly hitting the counter adding to your spiking arousal. 

His beautiful hand choking you was like ecstasy, watching his carnal expression utterly enjoy making a mess out of you, leaned over and nibbling at your ear. “How’s it feel having your husband finger-fuck you with his wedding band, huh?” You gasped as he went so deep it was easy to feel your orgasm approaching, the onslaught stretching out your pussy. “Tell me, Princess.” 

“So-so good, Taehyung, fuck, I-I’m so close.” You cried out, his hand choking you edging you to salvation, meeting Taehyung’s blown out eyes burning with lust in your reflection. 

Taehyung then angled his three fingers to start hitting your g-spot, the rub of his ring doing absolute wonders you were clutching the counter with your entire life. Your moans were echoing in the bathroom, soaking him in greedily as you chased your high, his name on the end of your tongue with every sound you made. 

“Taehyung!” 

“Look at you, so pretty when I have you like this, screaming my name.” Taehyung praised, watching you take the merciless onslaught of his fingers. “But I know you’re prettier when you come, cum all over my fingers, Princess, now.”

And just when Taehyung shoved his fingers so deep, so roughly inside, your walls clenched hard, trapped his hand inside as you came violently. Taehyung softly pumped you through your climax, pussy still pulsing at the battering it just took. 

Your shallow breaths were indicative of your completely fucked out state, body near shaking under your euphoric release. Taehyung freed your neck and let you rest your head, trying to regain your breath as he held you up. 

He then slipped his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching. You were trying to collect yourself, leaned over and sucking in bouts of air as Taehyung came down to press some rewarding kisses to your shoulder, speaking softly. “I have a surprise for you downstairs, come quick, Mrs. Kim.” 

He then stood to his full height behind you, popping his stained fingers into his mouth as you remained exhausted against the counter, catching sight of his hard length. You watched his shirtless body grasp the handle of the door unbothered, however, utterly taxed peering at Taehyung send you a smug wink.

And once he left you alone, all you knew was that surviving Kim Taehyung would be the hardest, hottest thing you’ll ever do.  

You nearly stomped down to the first floor, needing to take an entire 20 minute breather just to fix yourself up from Taehyung’s rude onslaught. You plopped down on your seat by the island, wincing slightly at the contact to your newly stretched out pussy, finding the culprit nowhere to be seen. 

“Taehyung, I’m downstairs! Where the fuck are you?” You called out grumpily, still able feel the drag of his long fingers and ring inside you. You then heard the telling sounds of his footsteps echo in the open space behind you, addressing him absentmindedly. “What’s the surprise you were talking about? I’ll kill you if it’s something stupid.” You weren’t looking at him, instead stuffing some fruits into your mouth angrily.

“Very far from stupid, Princess, it’s actually-” He was then interrupted by a small, odd yip, your eyebrows furrowing. 

“Am I hearing things?” You then heard it again, another yelp that sounded nothing like Taehyung, and you were certain you’d lost your sanity. “Oh my God, what was that, am I going insane?” 

“Maybe if you turned around.” You whirled your chair with quirked eyebrows until you landed on the cutest, most adorable little Pomeranian sitting snug in Taehyung’s arms, barking once again when you met the animal’s eager eyes. 

“Oh my god, you have a dog?!” Your face instantly lit up, completely taken by how adorable the teacup dog was. You propped off your chair and ambled over to Taehyung, pouting at the endearing animal. 

“I do.”

“Please, please tell me a name.” You begged, palm coming up to pet its beautiful fur, wagging its tail.  

“His name’s Yeontan, I call him Tannie.” Taehyung presented him like a proud parent, adoring your charming grin regarding the puppy. 

He liked seeing this smile on your face. 

“Tannie! That’s so cute, aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You made kissy faces at Yeontan, thinking his small tongue poking out was nothing short of lovable. “Where were you hiding him?” 

“He usually stays with my parents since I’m not home that often. I had him come by just this morning.” Taehyung’s lips curved happily watching you pet his dog. “Do you want to hold him?” 

You pouted in an instant, pleading him like a child. “Can I? Please?” Taehyung laughed, transferring the puppy into your small arms and you immediately doted on the charming Pomeranian. 

You instantly fell in love, unable to get over how sweet his little yips were. “Why are you so cute? Did you know you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen?” You rubbed your nose with Yeontan and he suddenly came up to lick your face delightedly. 

You giggled, completely swept up by the dog as Taehyung perked up. “He likes you.” 

You teased Taehyung without missing a beat. “Awh, I’ve only known him a minute and he already likes me better than you.” You chimed sarcastically, playing with the energetic animal. “Isn’t that true, Tannie?” 

Taehyung made a disagreeing look, scoffing. “I’m his dad, he’ll never like anyone more than me.” 

“Isn’t your daddy so mean, Tannie? Don’t you like me better?” Yeontan barked in what seemed like agreeance, nuzzling himself closer to you and you took it as having the upper-hand, cocking an eyebrow. “See.” 

Taehyung near lost it at you referring to him as daddy, huffing out. “He’s just doing that because he’s meeting his mom for the first time, and he’s spoiled.” He rolled his eyes and strided over to the island. 

“Wait, I am?” 

“Who else would you be?” Taehyung deadpanned.  

“Oh my God, I’ve always wanted to be a mom!” You cheered enthusiastically, showering Yeontan with kisses as he yipped happily. “You like mommy better, don’t you, Tannie?” 

Taehyung would’ve been mad, but he couldn’t help but adore the image of you showering his precious pet with endless love, momentarily considering what it would be like if you ever did become a mother to his children. 

A smile crept up onto his face, biting it back before he switched the topic. 

“That’s not the only surprise, Princess.” Taehyung found a seat, settling in as he eyed this morning’s breakfast. “I have to tell you something else.” 

“What’s up?” You replied mindlessly, happily absorbed in entertaining Yeontan as you plopped down from across Taehyung. 

“There’s an event we have to attend next Saturday.” Taehyung took a sip of strawberry juice, enjoying the sight of you playing with Yeontan. 

“Really? What event?” 

“Namjoon and Seokjin are holding a charity event.”  

“Ugh, another suffocating, snobby event.” You made a disapproving look considering your last event together, making senseless noises to the Pomeranian as he wiggled around in your arms. “Do we really have to go?” 

“This one’s different, it’s a themed event, more ambient and laid back.” 

“Themed?” You quirked an eyebrow, regarding Taehyung perplexed. “What’s the theme?”

“Cosplay.” 

You nearly choked on your own spit. “What the fuck? Cosplay?” You found the concept strange, though Taehyung was quick to make you understand the premise. 

“Look, it’s an infamous event they hold annually, by cosplay they just mean come dressed in accordance with a famous show or movie, nothing weird.” Taehyung explained, spreading jam on his toast. “Besides, you’ll want to come to this event.” 

“And why do you say that?” 

Taehyung paused, almost suspiciously so. “... It’s um, important. Jin-hyung puts a lot of work into it.” 

You cocked an eyebrow at his barely there save, but decided to ignore it. “That’s.. kinda cool, actually. Are we going as anything?” You inquired quite intrigued, thinking the idea was genuinely unique, not like your usual masquerade ball or boring snooze fest. 

“I have an idea.” Taehyung mused, realizing you can’t really take a bite of anything with Yeontan yipping in your arms, so his hand absentmindedly jut out to fork at a kiwi, offering it to you. 

You took a bite, chewing as you covered your mouth. “What do you have in mind?” 

“I was thinking of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.” He picked at a strawberry of his and fed it to you. “I’ve never attended with a couple’s cosplay, I wanna try it.” 

You contorted your lips impressed, swallowing the fruit. You were lying if you said the idea wasn’t interesting, because scratch that, it was insanely hot. To think Taehyung thought of you two attending as John and Jane Smith was exhilarating, wondering what even crossed his mind to think of the idea. 

Was it that one sexy black dress Jane Smith wore?

“I’d love that.” You agreed, glancing up at Taehyung to find him already eyeing you, deliberately licking his lips as your gazes meet. You narrowed your eyes teasingly. “Are you buying me a dress again, Mr. Kim?”

“Only if you choose my suit.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair and draped an arm over the back, flashing you a smug look. 

You puckered your lips amused, lightly nodding to yourself as you returned your attention to Yeontan, cooing at the puppy. “A decent proposal, deal.” 

Taehyung smiled proudly until his expression dropped, elbows finding the counter. “So um.. I actually have bad news.” He started, gauging your reaction. 

Your eyes met his immediately, concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

“It’s just.. I’m gonna be MIA until that event. I have to fix all those messes at work from a couple days ago, I’ll be at the office really late.” Taehyung informed regretfully, hand finding the back of his neck. 

 Your expression fell a little. “Really?”  

“Yeah, that’s why I brought Yeontan to keep you company.” He rested his chin in his palm, watching Yeontan happily wag his tail in your arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, there’s nothing you have to apologize for.” You assured Taehyung, fixating your attention onto Yeontan as you cheered with an airy tone. “We’re just gonna have fun while daddy’s away, aren’t we Tannie?” You kissed the barking Pomeranian, lifting him up as you made cute faces at him.

Taehyung laughed with adoration, admiring the scene. “Don’t steal him from me, I love him too much.” 

You chuckled, setting Yeontan down in your lap. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” You mused, petting his soft fur gently. “But just remember to rest, please? Or I’ll bother you until you do, and don’t put too much stress on your shoulder, I never got to massage it-oh!” You were interrupted by Yeontan licking your face and barking for your attention, laughing at the puppy.

Taehyung couldn’t help but look on endearingly with a wide grin, your innate care for him paired with the way you were doting on Yeontan making his heart leap. “Anything you say, Princess.” 

Taehyung wasn’t kidding when he first informed you of his missing in action status, because you quite literally never saw him for a week and a half. He had to momentarily halt dropping you off to work and your lunches, arrived home far too late and even if he managed to return at a decent time, he was either cooped up in his study or awfully exhausted. 

And it felt.. disheartening, lonely. 

You missed him. 

You really did miss his familiar presence; his little reassuring smile and boxy-grinned laugh, his touch against your skin, waking up to his warm body in bed every morning. 

It dawned on you suddenly how essential he became to your life, used to seeing or being with him so often it was now strange to be without him, his absence leaving the house so empty, so vacant. 

You chose not to call or text him, certain it would only be a distraction and so you instead spent all your time with his adorable puppy, your only constant reminder of him. 

It’s what made Yeontan often flock to you now, currently in your arms once Saturday had arrived and you both finally earned the chance to see Taehyung at home. You were in awe as you leaned against the doorframe, watching him currently dress himself in the suit you chose in your walk-in closet.

Your eyes never left the gorgeous man, a man you had the wonderful privilege of calling your husband, speaking to Yeontan softly.  

“Doesn’t daddy look so handsome?” You asked him rhetorically, Taehyung adjusting the cuffs of his dress shirt as a small smile framed his lips, glancing at you two through the mirror.  

“You know why he looks handsome?” You waited for Yeontan to bark, having developed a very close bond with the Pomeranian over the last week and a half. “Because he’s wearing a suit I chose, that’s the only reason why.” You took a playful jab at Taehyung, snickering to Yeontan as he yipped. 

Taehyung scoffed, grasping the coat of his suit. “I make the suit look good, Princess, not the other way around.” He narrowed his eyes at you through the mirror, but all your attention was fixated on Yeontan.

Taehyung frowned a little, not knowing when he liked having your attention so much. 

You perked up again, conversing with Yeontan as if he were a person. “Daddy was so mean leaving us for so long. That’s why we’re teasing him, aren’t we?” Yeontan barked in agreeance, giggling as you petted him lovingly.  

“Yah, you know I was working.” Taehyung had a hurt lilt to his tone, catching your attention and you just had to laugh, his lips pursed endearingly. 

You set Yeontan on the floor and instructed him to venture off downstairs, knowing Mrs. Choi or Seo must’ve set out his food for him. He happily complied and ran some circles around you before rushing out of your room, leaving you and Taehyung alone. 

Your eyes fell to him pulling the lapels of his suit jacket, setting it on himself to fit just right. You were already dolled up, wearing a nearly identical dress to the black evening one Jane Smith wore. Taehyung had written you a note explaining he had the slit cut just above your knee instead of at your thigh since he’d ‘rather have people looking at your pretty face’. 

It made your heart glow with sunlight. 

You caught him struggling with his tie slightly, not really adjusting to the correct length and you stepped towards him for assistance. “I’ll do it.” 

You clutched his hands to let go of the tie, standing before him as you began creating the knot. His cologne hit you hard, masculine and soothing like it’s always been, eliciting a small smile from you, glad to have him so near again.

Taehyung’s mellow voice then suddenly perked up, as if reading your mind. 

“I missed you.” 

You looked up at him with round eyes, your pupils glistening under the lights of the closet and Taehyung didn’t know he could miss something to this degree. Your lips eventually curved into a content grin, pushing up his tie gently and echoing him, saying the statement from within. “I missed you, too.” 

A beat of silence passed, not an awkward one, more so comfortable. His warm palms naturally encircled your waist, smoothing your sides as you finished working the tie. You leaned out of the way slightly, peeking at the suit you chose for him in full through the mirror. 

It was a tailored Ralph Lauren suit, customized to hug Taehyung’s perfect body the way it should, and you couldn’t help but find him absolutely nothing short of art. 

He was handsome in every right; from his lightly parted hair revealing some forehead but curled at his brows, all the way down to the bracelets adoring his wrist, his strong brows, sharp, yet kind eyes, the flawless shape of his pink lips. 

You rounded him and looked at your entangled bodies in the mirror, arms encasing his torso from behind. “Yeontan was right, you look handsome.”

He chuckled, his hands finding your dainty ones clasped together. “You look..”  He had to pause, soaking in the beautiful jewelry decorating you, black dress hugging your body just right, but also in a way Taehyung wanted to rip off. “Gorgeous.”

You could barely contain your smile, nibbling on your lip as your cheeks collected with heat, shy under his praise. “How was work?” 

“Stressful, but manageable.” Taehyung shrugged, thumbs soothing the back of your hands. 

“Did you rest properly? You came home so late sometimes.. I got worried.” You were just about pouting, Taehyung having missed the plush of your lips. 

“I did. You don’t have to worry about me, Princess. It’s my job” 

You sighed. “I know, you just work so hard, I always worry. Everything is probably so demanding and tiring.” You mused, aimlessly stroking his torso. 

“It is, but I can handle it.” Taehyung then chuckled lightly. “And honestly, I worry about you more.” Your insides melt into a puddle of fluff, smiling whole-heartedly as you rounded him, standing in front and bringing your delicate hands to his perfectly-structured jaw. 

“You deserve a reward, c’mere.” You lightly tippy-toed to draw your lips to Taehyung’s, his hands naturally encasing your hips as your mouths connected. 

It’d been a while since you two locked lips, allowing yourselves to enjoy the feeling of each other’s mouths kissing slow and intimately. He smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him, chests flush against each other as your arms draped around his neck. 

The kiss remained innocent, sensual until your hands glided down his broad chest with something in mind, canvassing his taut core until your fingers hooked onto Taehyung’s belt, pulling as its loop. Taehyung came off your lips, quirking an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” 

“Something you deserve.” You declared as you found his mouth again, tongue licking at his bottom lip as you unbuckled his belt, tugging it loose and accessing the waistband of his dress pants. 

Taehyung’s fingers dug into your hips, large palms holding you tight as he grew pleasurably turned on, kissing you hard. Your hands slithered past the barrier of his clothes and inside his boxers, grasping his large, bare cock for the first time and Taehyung hissed harshly, blood spiking to his dick in light speed. 

Your lips traveled to the column of his throat, enjoying the arousing feeling of his cock in your hand while he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing and it was enough to arouse your core. You began pumping him generously, thumbing the slit of his tip as he began to grow wet. Taehyung’s arousal was evident from his groans, fingers gripping your hips hard to ground himself. 

“Princess, we have to go soon.. we’ll be late.” Taehyung’s voice was breathy, utterly thrilled by you touching his cock. 

You whispered lowly against his throat, relishing in his beautiful sounds. “Let’s be late, then.” You then subsequently dropped to your knees before him, settling down as your hands went for his slacks and boxers, until Taehyung caught your wrists. 

“Are you for real?” He eyed you surprised.

You nodded up at him innocently, Taehyung weak at the image before him. He’d always wanted to see your doe-eyes from his angle, and now he didn’t know how to act. 

“But you’re all dolled up already, I don’t want to ruin your pretty face.” Taehyung regarded you softly, palm coming up to cup your face with his fingers swept up in your hair. 

You frowned, eyes nearly begging him. “But I want you to ruin my pretty face.” You didn’t care what convincing he needed, Taehyung has given you so damn much in terms of your physical needs, and now it was his rightful turn. “I wanna feel you in my mouth, Taehyung.” 

He sucked in air immediately, still genuinely lost on how you could look so innocent yet watch your body and words do the contrary, it was so easy to give in. 

“Okay.” He agreed gingerly, thumb stroking your soft cheek. You then eagerly pulled his bottoms down, freeing his cock from its restrictive confines and watched it spring to life. Your eyes went wide, thinking Taehyung was just being egotistical about his dick size until you saw it right before your eyes. 

He was huge. 

You heard him chuckle, “Told you I was big, can you really take it, Princess?” 

“Only if it’s you, Mr. Kim.” You teased purposefully batting your eyelashes, Taehyung growing instantly hard hearing his formal title in this context. You wrapped your palm around him and seriously marveled, genuinely taken by how pretty his cock was. 

You were always convinced his dick would be as attractive as him, and you were absolutely correct; its large length, pretty veins and glistening tip. It was practically beckoning you, biting your lips to contain the arousal slicking in between your thighs. 

Even the angle you could of see of him while on your knees was too sexy. 

You drew your mouth to him after a few pumps, thumb lining his slit again and he shivered under your touch. You came forth to wrap your mouth around him until Taehyung suddenly halted you, making you glance up at him. 

“Tap me if it’s too much, I don’t want to hurt you.” Taehyung stated seriously, gripping your shoulder and cheek with care. You gave him a small smile and nodded, not really used to receiving so much consideration in a situation like this. 

And it only made you want to give Taehyung the best suck of his life. 

Your tongue poked out to lick a slow, thick stripe along Taehyung’s slit, tasting the evidence of his arousal and the throaty groan that left his mouth was nothing short of heavenly. His hold on your face tightened as you provided more kitten licks, mouth wrapping around his engorged tip as a hand held his lengthy shaft. 

Taehyung groaned satisfyingly when you began suckling at his tip, tongue swirling around him with your free hand against his thigh. 

“Fuck, you’re such a tease.” Taehyung swore, your tiny mouth only on his tip enough to send him into overdrive, having thought about this moment enough times that now it was happening, he was practically on cloud nine. 

You grew confident off his remark, giving him one last lick until you began sinking down on his cock, taking him inch by inch as drawn out curses escaped Taehyung’s mouth.  

“Fuckk...” His hand snaked into your hair, gripping the tresses as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, tongue against the underside of his shaft as you managed about two thirds trouble-free. You dragged your mouth back slowly to give him a taste of the motion, feeling him shudder above you and you’ve never felt anything more thrilling. 

You sank down again, breathing through your nose as you pushed him into your mouth greedily. There was just about an inch left until he was hitting the back of your throat already, triggering your gag reflex and tears automatically pricked your eyes, but you breathed and relaxed your throat. 

You managed to drive all of him in and swallowed harshly around his cock, his moan so deep and pretty it was music to your ears. You watched him throw his head back in pleasure, the scene utterly hot and arousing. Your throat then reflexively acted up, your hand scrambling for his free one as support. Taehyung was already ensnared by your sinful mouth, voice breathy when he addressed you. 

“Princess.. you okay?” He breathed shallowly, nodding lightly as he squeezed your hand in return. You then drew your mouth back, beginning a bobbing motion while sucking his cock, attempting to take his length to the back enough to grow accustomed to it. His large hand gripped your hair to ground himself, groans spilling from his mouth along with your name as you let Taehyung set a steady pace. 

“Holy shit, I could blow just like this.” Taehyung breathed out, your mouth all the right kinds of heaven he’s ever wanted. He began guiding you up and down his length, maneuvering you to fit his pleasure until you noticed something off. 

You pulled your mouth off his cock, some saliva present as you caught your breath, looking up at him as you inhaled for air. “Why are you holding back on me?” 

“What?” Taehyung tried leveling his breathing. 

“You’re holding back, why?” You could feel how slow Taehyung was going on you, something apprehensive about his movements and it ticked you off. You didn’t favour him going easy at all, you knew you could take him and you wanted him to chase his own pleasure. 

Taehyung didn’t feel like admitting it, but the minute you’d gotten on your knees for him, there was one sentence you uttered to him over a week ago that persistently bugged him. 

‘I was usually the one giving than receiving.’ 

He wasn’t jealous about it, no, he was extremely pissed. Taehyung has always been able to read people, figure out the tiniest, most important details off the simplest of things, so it didn’t take him much to piece together your past relationship with that fucker Kiseok, and the rough way you were treated. 

It bothered him a lot, more than it should’ve. He just despised knowing a girl like you was practically used for the benefit of some jackass’ needs, often having thought about the nights you must’ve experienced with him only seeking his own pleasure. 

Taehyung hated it all, so when you’d finally latched onto his length, he couldn’t help but think he’ll never in a million years treat you the same way. He knew he genuinely was on the bigger side of the scale and wanted to be careful, needed to ensure you didn’t flash back to any daunting experiences with that son of a bitch. “I’m just being gentle, baby.” 

“Did I ask you to be gentle?” You argued, expression upset as you sat pretty on your knees. 

“No.. I just don’t want to hurt you.” You could tell by the concern swirling in his eyes there was something else on his mind. You knew Taehyung was sharp, he was most likely considering your past experiences in a way that was hindering his actions. You sighed a bit, thinking he’s cute for being considerate, but that’s not what you wanted. 

You wanted Taehyung to rail your throat. 

“Taehyung, I’m fine.” You gripped his hand reassuringly, squeezing for good measure. Your eyes regarded him pleadingly, meaningful as you spoke. “Don’t hold back, baby, I want you to use my mouth, I want you to fuck my face.” 

Taehyung sucked in a breath, your words so sincere yet dirty at the same time it made him somehow harder. He didn’t quite understand the feeling that overwhelmed his chest, but watching you declare that with such resolution, he forgot that you’re an extremely capable fucking woman that can power through anything, so he shouldn’t always treat you as if you’re breakable glass. 

He smiled down at you, your pretty eyes evident of your burning desire for him. You returned his grin, feeling his fingers fasten onto your hair again, drawing you back to his length as you opened up. 

You took his cock greedily into your mouth once again, letting him lead you down all the way until you deep-throated him. This time it felt right, so much more pleasurable as Taehyung moaned out curses and began softly fucking into your throat. 

You swallowed nearly every time he hit the back, wanting to hear the way a man like Taehyung unravels, and so you didn’t care for the tears that escaped your lash line, the tinge of pain in your throat. He started thrusting faster, Taehyung bringing you down on his cock as he desired while groaning out euphorically. 

“Fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well.” Taehyung praised, looking down to see your round eyes watching him, and he was completely taken by you.

His movements began losing precision the rougher he began fucking, driving his length into you faster as he chased the feeling of his tip against the back of your throat, near his much needed release. 

“Shit, I’m not gonna last long, baby.” Taehyung moaned out from the back of his throat, deciding this was the moment you would get revenge for the way he ruined you in his bathroom last time, craving to ruin him all the same. 

You suddenly gripped the back of his thighs and rammed all of Taehyung into you in one-go, disregarding the way it knocked wind out of your lungs. His strangled moan was utterly beautiful, rubbing your thighs together as you grew wet under his praise. “Holy fuck, baby.. your mouth.. so fucking good.”

You began swirling your tongue around his rock hard cock, swallowing around him and near choking on his dick with every deep thrust. All you saw was the hot image of Taehyung’s throat bobbing, swallowing with his head thrown back and constantly groaning with his deep, sexy voice, 

You watched him lose himself as you fucked him into your mouth, drawing back only to shove his cock all the way, tasting his leaking pre-cum and wondering how heavenly it would be when he came in your mouth. 

Tears were leaving your eyes incessantly, the air in your lungs dwindling the more you tried breathing through your nose to accommodate for his large length. You were repeatedly sinking back down on him as sloppy sounds escaped your own throat, reveling in the way he cursed and moaned your name, grip hard on your hair. 

“God, fuck, Y/N. I’ll fucking fall in love with you if you keep doing that.” His confession surprised you, allowing it to boost your ego and deep-throat him as hard as you could, not a single care for how much it was destroying your throat. 

You choked on his dick as he rightfully deserved, relishing in his strained groans and iron lock hold on your hair as he fucked your tight mouth, swallowing around him eagerly. 

It was all fun and games until Taehyung was clearly seconds from his climax, driving his cock into the back of your throat so harshly you were beginning to lose air, tears streaming down your face as he chased his high. 

You weren’t going to back out now, though, not when he was so close to his deserved climax you pushed yourself to keep going. You felt light-headed with so little air, throat in pain until Taehyung strangled out a gorgeous, throaty groan and came near violently into your mouth. 

His cum hit the back of your throat hard, leaking into you with full force you choked instantly, devoid of so much oxygen your body fell near limp until Taehyung noticed, instantly panicking as he lightly pushed you off him.

“Fuck, Y/N!”  

You landed on the floor, swallowing his cum as you heaved and coughed wildly, throat sparse and battered struggling for air. Taehyung scrambled to you, grabbing your face with utter worry. “Princess, why’d you do that?! I told you I didn’t want to hurt you.” His eyes were frantic, thumbs feeling at your tear-stained cheeks and you laughed through your nose, thinking he was too caring. 

“You deserve it, Taehyung.” You rasped out, voice hoarse as you coughed for more oxygen, clearly in pain every time you swallowed. 

Taehyung was so overwhelmed with gratitude he couldn’t even explain the feeling in his chest. All he could do was cup your cheeks and gaze at you with utter adoration in his eyes, speaking seriously. “You’re so precious, you know that? So fucking precious.” 

He pressed his lips to yours a few times before showering you with sweet kisses all over your face, pressing his last one to the tip of your nose as you giggled, his affection easing you. 

“Let’s get you water, okay?” He tucked himself away and helped you to your feet. You brought your hand to your throat when you swallowed, wincing at the pain but it thrilled you either way knowing you could have Taehyung moaning your name and so weak at your touch. 

He noticed the action and immediately returned to squishing your cheeks, murmuring unabashedly to you. “You’re my baby, you know that?” He pressed more kisses to your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, anywhere his lips could find. “Let’s fix your makeup, come.” He offered softly as he grasped your hand, the other wiping at your tears. 

He led you into the bathroom, rushing to get you a glass of water from downstairs as he helped with whatever knowledge he had of makeup to revive your look, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how adorable he was. 

“Taehyung, get your hands off me.” You swatted as his palms encasing your waist from behind, having constantly been clung to you the second you both arrived at the event in his Merc. 

He insisted you both not have a driver tonight, wanting to personally drive his pretty lady to the event in order to boost some of his testosterone, large hand snug on your thigh the entire drive.

Men.

You weren’t going to complain, it felt heavenly having Taehyung shower you with affection ever since you both left home, but it was slightly embarrassing watching people eye you both like you were insane. “People are looking, Taehyung, let go!” You hissed in a whisper, smiling politely at others while they flashed looks at you both.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m never letting you go.” Taehyung declared, chin resting on your shoulder as he smiled widely, feeling the most content he has in his life. 

“For the love of God, I should’ve choked on your dick ages ago if you were gonna act like this, let go of me or I’ll elbow you, Kim.” You threatened, thinking he was cute but also trying to appear some sort of classy. 

The event itself was ravishing, didn’t have the same elegance or baroque-styled charm your engagement party and Jimin’s gala had. It was rather a smaller space, just enough to fit a good 100 exclusive people with darker, ambient lighting and a snazzy feel to the place. 

It nearly felt similar to the Great Gatsby but with toned down colours, spotting couples and people dressed in the cosplay theme of the event. You caught sight of common movie and show characters; Bonnie and Clyde, James Bond and one of his escapades, even spotting Gossip Girl’s Chuck and Blair. 

The venue provided a large bar on the right when you entered, a dance floor designed in front of it with seating arrangements around. Off to the left of was a large enough common area with a stage, impressively decorated to fit the theme. It was honestly breath-taking, thinking you were going to whole-heartedly commend Seokjin and Namjoon. 

You quite liked the smaller, more exclusive and less over-the-top scene than the last events you’ve attended, already in favour of tonight. 

You forgot about Taehyung until you felt him finally release you, huffing a retort. “You admitted to liking it, Princess, watch when we get home.” He narrowed his eyes at you, returning his hard stare with your very own as you adjusted your purse on your shoulder. 

He then suddenly attacked you like a predator does its prey, snatching you up from behind again as his lips playfully kissed at your neck, stuffing his face into your hair as you protested through struggling laughs. “Taehyung! Why are you being like this?” You giggled, “Are you trying to do something for potential press?” 

Taehyung minutely deflated, thinking you were wrong. “No, I just want to hug my wife, is that so bad?” He remarked honestly with a cute laugh, continuing his shenanigans. You were no match for him at all, only left to endure his affectionate onslaught as two very familiar voices caught both your attention. 

“Well would you look at that, arranging my son’s marriage was the best thing I ever did.” 

“Our baby bear’s all grown up, what are we going to do, Jae-in?” You and Taehyung automatically let each other go, Taehyung clearing his throat as you fixed your hair, addressing his parents.  “Mom, I’ve um.. I’ve been grown up for a while now.” 

“Of course you have, but you have a beautiful wife now!” Taehyung’s mother cheered delightedly, always having been such a warm person, convinced her son took after her. 

“Good evening, Y/N, how’ve you been, is your family well?” Taehyung’s father asked, you addressing him politely. “We’re all well, thank you for asking.” 

You were just about to echo the question when Taehyung’s mother approached you, excitedly clasping your hands as she spoke. “How are you, Y/N? Is my son treating you well?” You giggled ready to give an answer, though upon further inspection of you she beat you to the punch. “Why do you look a little paler, Y/N? Are you now eating properly? Is your health alright?” She bombarded you with worried questions, softening at how naturally sweet she is. 

“Ma, don’t be so invasive.” 

“It’s okay, Taehyung.” You assured him, returning to his charming mom. “I’m doing well, Mrs. Kim. Taehyung treats me more than well.” You spoke with a wide smile, her immediately growing scandalized. 

“Ah, my dear, you don’t need to call me Mrs. Kim at all. Call me Sa-ha!” She informed you with a gorgeous smile, thinking Taehyung was right when he said his parents are very good-looking. “That’s a beautiful name, just like you.” You complimented genuinely, taken by her beauty. 

“Oh no, my love, you’re so much more gorgeous.” She praised you, her delicate hands coming up to cradle your face, speaking earnestly. “You’re such a pretty girl, look at your eyes and lips! Your hair is just the softest too, now isn’t it..” She trailed, her hands maneuvering to lightly smooth over your hair, and you couldn’t help but think she felt.. like a mom. 

A mom you never had. 

Your eyes wouldn’t leave her, overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude you could never begin to express. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim.” 

“There she goes again, you know what? If it’s comfortable with you.. you could always call me Mom.” She peered gingerly into your eyes, gauging your reaction with her hands holding your hair, and you felt yourself instantly choke up at the notion. Your eyes watered, fighting back the urge to cry as you simply smiled at her, nodding lightly. 

“Of course.. Mom.” Your throat clogged up, mere seconds from giving away until you felt Taehyung’s palm find the small of your back, stepping closer as he rubbed reassuringly. You snapped your vision to him, finding him instead looking towards his father. “Father, shouldn’t the best thing you’ve ever done been taking over the company? That wasn’t very Kim-like of you.” He joked, drawing attention away from you. 

“Yah, you’re my pride and joy, anytime you’re happy is the best thing that happens to me.” Taehyung’s father kisses his teeth playfully, folding his arms as he shook his head. 

You all chuckled at him, endeared by the words. “Ah, if only I grow up to be a father like that.” Taehyung commended him for the sole purpose of it, though Taehyung’s mother immediately beamed. “Oh! Speaking of you being a father, when am I going to see my beautiful grandchildren?”

You and Taehyung simultaneously choked. 

He coughed out nervously next to you, hand still resting at your back while you swallowed thickly. “Mother.. I believe we’re um, quite young for that.” He got out, you nodding along. 

“Y-yes, mom, we still have time as a couple, you know?” You offered.  

“I suppose so.” Taehyung’s mother acquiesced. “Though you’re both very good-looking, your children would be gorgeous!” She mused, wholly endeared as she regarded you two and you didn’t know whether to choke on your spit again or like the idea of having babies with Taehyung. 

Your mind then flashed to Taehyung as a father, finding the scene too adorable for your own good so you threw the idea away, refocusing on the group. Just when you were going to return to the conversation, you felt your phone buzz in your purse, exclaiming upon realization

“Oh, I’m so sorry, but I’m getting a call.” You informed politely, Taehyung’s parents waving you off that it’s okay “Ah, go for it, Y/N, we’ll be around.” His father assured you and you all split off. 

Taehyung followed after you fishing for your device, displaying the screen only to be completely caught off guard. “What?” You pressed the green call button of an unknown number, voice inquisitive as you answered. “Hello?” 

“Hey, baby sister.” 

You froze, all hell practically freezing over because you had to be insane hearing your brother’s voice of all people. 

“What the fuck? Yoongi? Why are you calling me from a random number?” You were entirely shocked, eyebrows furrowed beyond belief as to why he’s suddenly calling you. 

“I can’t use my U.S number here, loser.” He drawled on the other end, only adding to your confusion. 

“Here? What do you mean here?” 

“Turn around, shortstack.” Your eyebrows shot up, feeling like a deer caught in headlights as you swiveled around hesitantly. Your eyes then feel to none other than your glass-skinned, gummy-smiled brother across the dance floor from you, your mouth falling completely agape. 

“No way, no fucking way.” You brought a disbelieving hand to your mouth, in complete shock as you heard Yoongi laugh on the other end, able to see his cat-like eyes creasing while he regarded you, holding his phone to his ear. 

You turned back around and looked at Taehyung in pure wonderment, pointing towards Yoongi. “He’s real, right? You see him too?” 

Taehyung bit back a knowing smile, breaking out into a chuckle. “Yes, you genius, go to him.” 

You abruptly ended the call and rushed over to Yoongi in a hurry, heels clacking as you swung your arms excitedly around his neck, feeling him wrap around you and slightly lift you off the floor. 

“Yoongi! Holy shit, it’s you, it’s actually you!” You cheered, Yoongi mirroring your happiness in his own hold. 

“And you’re surprisingly not a hologram.” He joked, setting you down on the ground as you felt Taehyung’s presence settle behind you. “But I missed you like hell, baby sister.” 

“Shut up, I missed you way more.” Your smile would not leave your face, uberly glad to see your brother again. “What the hell are you doing back in Korea? And at an event like this?” 

“Actually, that’s another-” 

“Surprise!” Your then eyes lit up at suddenly seeing your father turn around and reveal himself, mirroring the same stupid grins you and Yoongi also had. 

“Oh my God, dad!” You beamed, finding him for an embrace as he returned it tenfold. 

You were utterly blown away, a million questions racing through your mind. “What are you- how did you both-what are you guys doing here?” 

Your father and Yoongi laughed sheepishly at your priceless reaction. “We planned it after you called me, Y/N-ie.” Your father informed, his hand then resting on Yoongi’s shoulder. 

“I contacted your brother and we worked it out, though the man who pulled it all together would actually be the one right here.” Your father then extended his other hand towards none other than Taehyung, throwing another surprise your way you had absolutely no clue about. 

Your eyes blew out watching Taehyung smile shyly, shaking your father’s hand like an old companion as he neared him. “The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Min.” 

“Aish, you’re my son-in-law, call me Father, will you?” Your father laughed heartily, making Taehyung laugh as well and you momentarily adored the way his cheeks reminded you of bread. 

“So I’m finally meeting the man who lives with my kid sister, nice knowing you through more than just Google and some phone calls.” Yoongi playfully scrutinized Taehyung with an extended hand, Taehyung meeting him in the middle with a firm handshake. 

“And I’m finally meeting the Min Yoongi who has the entire New York architecture scene gravelling at his feet. Nice knowing I get to call a genius with the Midas touch my brother-in-law.” Taehyung flattered your brother suavely, just about to roll your eyes until you watched Yoongi’s usually mellow self crack an amiable chuckle. 

“I like you, Kid.” 

You were only left to watch the entire wholesome scene unfold before you, still clouded with a million unanswered questions. “All of you, hold on a second. The three of you goddamn planned this together?”

They all simply snickered together like friends, you practically gawking at your father, older brother and husband’s audacity to hide this from you. 

“After your call, Y/N-ie.” Your father began. “I felt.. terrible about what your mother did. I didn’t want to only visit you when I got back to Korea, so it felt like a miracle when Taehyung got in touch with me thinking we could get your brother back home, have us all together.”

“But-but Yoongi, how’d you even get him here?” You were still trying to process when, how and why in God’s name Taehyung contacted your father, but you needed immediate answers to explain your brother’s usually absent presence. 

Said man then perked up next to your father. “Dad made arrangements to give me a few days off, Taehyung easily got me an exclusive invite from his friends Namjoon and Seokjin, even made it so that I had some business with him to visit back home.” You couldn’t even fathom Taehyung somehow did this all behind the scenes, wholly taken by the sentiment. Not only that, but it was great to see your older brother you’ve always admired so much in a perpetual state of smiling, having missed him for the last few years. 

“I can’t believe this, I haven’t seen you in 4 years, Yoonie.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, realizing through all this good energy alone how much you missed your family. 

Yoongi immediately exclaimed. “Yah, don’t do that to me. Don’t you dare cry.” Yoongi pulled you into a supportive side-hug, speaking earnestly. “Of course I’d come for you, what mom did..” He paused, sighing out heavily. 

“She wasn’t right for that. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m not here for you like old times, but I’m here now, and..” Yoongi struggled to get this sentence out, knowing how seldom he openly expressed his love for the people closest to him, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“C’mon, dear older brother, spit it out or else I’ll start crying.” You nudged him playfully, and he whined through a laugh. 

“Ah, I love you, okay? Jheez, making me embarrass myself in front of your damn husband.” Yoongi drawled, his attention then directed towards both you and Taehyung. “Sorry about not attending the wedding, by the way. I tried to make it but a lot came up, and jet lag would’ve killed me.” Yoongi apologized to the pair of you, catching Taehyung off guard. 

“Oh, don’t sweat it at all. Jet lag’s a bitch, I would’ve skipped my own wedding.” Taehyung made you all laugh wholesomely, bringing a smile to your face. Your brother let you go and you fit into Taehyung’s side like a puzzle piece, the crown of your head leaned against his chest. 

The moment was pure and blissful until somebody’s familiar brawny frame hooked onto Taehyung’s shoulder from behind, exclaiming almost humourously. “Tae, is it finally our cue? I can’t drink this stupid Cosmo anymore.” Jungkook appeared from behind him, holding out his pretty drink with a disapproving look. “I don’t know why Jimin gave me this, Vodka isn’t my thing.” 

“That’s cause you asked to taste it, Jungkook.” Jimin’s soft figure wasn’t too far behind him, shortly joined by Namjoon and Seokjin just after. 

“Oh thank God, you guys finally made it.” Seokjin sighed relieved. “I was thinking you were ditching our event.” 

Namjoon laughed next to him. “I actually took them for the fashionably late type, so I bet on it.”

You and Taehyung grew mutually scandalized, mirroring each other’s question. “You bet on us?” 

Namjoon pulled his lips back guiltily, trying to save himself. “It was Hobi’s idea, not mine.” You were then interrupted by Seokjin suddenly calling out for him by the bar. “Hob-ah, come here!” 

It wasn’t long before the dazzling Jung Hoseok came waltzing in, drink in hand as his eyes set on the both of you, his face automatically falling. “Ah man, I gotta give Joon his damn 50 now.” Hoseok shook his head disapprovingly, Taehyung’s offended remark following just after. 

“Hyung..”

Hoseok only waved him off. “Good thing you guys made it, Jin-hyung was close to popping a vein if you two didn’t show.”

“This event is highly exclusive, okay? It would suck if our own best friends weren’t here.” Seokjin defended, your heart melting a little at him referring to you as a best friend. 

“Ah, here’s the rag-tag group of brilliant CEO’s running the future of our economies.” You father mused proudly, regarding all the men as highly as possible. 

“Seriously an honour to meet you again, Mr. Min. We’d be pretty lost without your brilliant work.” Jimin extended his hand towards your father, commending him along with the other guys joining in like they knew him, and you grew confused. “Wait, you all know my dad?” 

“Jagiya, your father’s designed buildings for all of our companies.” Taehyung explained softly, his palm snug on your waist. 

“No way, you all have connections?” You were caught by surprise. 

“Indeed we do, not to mention your famous brother. Pleasure to meet you after years, Mr. Min.” Jungkook put forth his hand for our brother, greeting him humbly as the others similarly mused, causing Yoongi to wave everyone off. 

“Ah, all of you are equally successful, call me Yoongi and don’t flatter me.” Yoongi grew slightly flustered, smiling shyly. 

“But you let Taehyung flatter you?” You quirked an eyebrow. 

“Eh, the kid isn’t so bad.” He shrugged, and the group snickered good-naturedly. His attention then fixated on you and Taehyung entangled together. “Though speaking of Taehyung, I’m highly intrigued to hear you call my baby sister Jagiya right before my eyes, Kim.” He playfully scrutinized him, clicking his tongue. “Testing the waters so soon when we have yet to have our talk about the way you should treat my sister, a brave man.”

“Aish, Yoongi, don’t pester the kid. He takes good care of your sister, you wouldn’t be here if he didn’t call me about it.” Your father defended Taehyung, causing him to freeze up like a deer in headlights next to you, laughter spilling from the group. 

And just when you thought that was the end of all surprises, you suddenly felt someone sling their arm over your shoulder, met by a gleeful voice you knew all too well. “And me! Seriously, I was looking for the perfect timing and stood behind you like an idiot, but surprise!” Hana cheered next to you, you instantly wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re kidding me, you’re here too, Hana?” 

“The one and only, I remember the good ol’ Kim brothers from your wedding. Still have our secret on lock, right, boys?” She pointed at her eyes then theirs, eyeing them all knowingly, and chuckling upon remembering why she exactly knows them. 

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Taehyung grew acutely confused, and you all snickered hilariously at him not knowing a single thing. 

“Business world, Captain hard stare, smaller than you think. Thanks for the call, by the way.” Hana saluted Taehyung as her attention then fixed onto your father. “Mr. Min! I haven’t seen you since the wedding, did you finally use those green tea masks I told you about? Your skin looks great.” 

“Ah, I can only count on my dear Hana to notice such a detail.” You dad mused with a good-natured smile, meeting your best friend for a snug side hug. “Bring your parents around sometime, will you? I feel old among all you kids.” 

“Oh please, you know my parents adore Greece in the winter, Mr. Min. And you don’t look a day over 40, don’t sweat a thing with us kids.” Hana’s bright energy along with your father’s naturally sent the group into fits of chatting, you instead watching her eyes attentively fix onto Yoongi. “Hey, Yoongs.” 

“Hey, Hana.” Yoongi smiled in that one impish way, gently hugging her to him. 

They detached from another after a lingering second and stood shyly, watching them venture off into mindless chatter as your brother scratched the back of his neck and Hana did that dumb thing where she tucked her hair behind her ear. 

You rolled your eyes, waiting for the God given day they stop being the classic ‘will-they-or-won’t-they’ couple and just get married already. 

“Mr. Min-I mean, Father, my parents actually attended as well, they’re around here somewhere if you’d like to meet them.” Taehyung offered up for him.

“Ah, yes, I believe I saw them arrive here. I’ll find them and we’ll probably call it a night after the auction, us old people just aren’t young enough anymore.” Your father joked, causing you and Taehyung to giggle with him. 

You couldn’t help the stupid smile that was gracing your face, in utter awe of how much love you could feel in this group. You were completely taken thinking your father and brother planned this somehow, wanting to mutually remedy the damage your mother had done, and you felt grateful that despite her treatment of you, you had a wonderful family. 

And the most crucial addition to that family was the very man holding you, having somehow been the mastermind behind it all.

You looked up at Taehyung, your hand against his chest like usual, watching him animatedly talk with his friends trying to convince them you were, in fact, still Jane Smith even if your fake thigh holster was hidden underneath your lowered leg slit. 

Taehyung was distracted, so he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you regarded him, your arms fitting around him tighter as you nestled closer, his soothing, masculine scent hitting you the same as it always has. 

And you felt his comforting arms find purchase around you like they always have. 

The event progressed as smoothly as it could’ve, having passed the speeches Namjoon and Seokjin quite comically delivered, entertaining all the guests with their whole heart. 

You laughed along with them, watching the wonderful entertainment and transitioning into an auction period where the money collected would be donated towards non-profit organizations or good causes. It was genuinely an amusing time, seated with Taehyung and the people closest to you all throughout as he kept a warm palm on your thigh and remained affectionate, endearing you. 

Your father along with Taehyung’s parents had turned in after the auction like he’d informed, bidding them both farewell as your father solemnly promised he had the Yun & Ryu situation under control, and he’d officially pull away from the project. 

The event was moving into a more late, socialized hour, dinner having been served and the music picking up speed and atmosphere. You were distracted by talking up a storm with your older brother, catching up on the millions of things you’d both been robbed of. You listened to Yoongi detail his adventures in America, smacking his arm for ever thinking “Americano’s” would somehow have a different name in America. You were also quick to tease him about picking up the guitar, never having thought your brother would revisit his old knack for music. 

Taehyung watched you as you smiled brightly with your brother, a perpetual smile gracing his face as he caught you genuinely laughing and talking, glad he achieved the goal he aimed for tonigh. He was completely absorbed in gazing at you until a heavy smack to his back pulled him out of his reverie, stood by the bar with his best friends across the dance floor. 

“Dude, you ever gonna stop staring at her?” Hoseok asks, catching Taehyung’s attention. 

“I mean, have you seen Y/N? I totally get him.” Jungkook agreed, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes and nearly hit the man.

“Yeah, but the way Tae looks at her now is completely different, guys, get with the program.” Jimin perked up, immediately on the receiving end of Taehyung’s confusion. “What do you mean? Nothing’s different, I’ve always looked at her like this.” 

“Yeah, like you’re in love or some shit. Just admit how you feel about her already, will you?” Seokjin offered, discerning telltale signs from his younger friend he’d much rather have admitted. 

Namjoon then added. “Don’t think I forgot our conversation, Taehyung. I think you already know your answer, you just don’t want to admit it.” 

Taehyung was only left to scratch the back of his neck, replying hesitantly. “I-I don’t have any kind of answer.” 

“What conversation?” Jungkook suddenly asked, “Are you hiding stuff from us? Cause I’ll definitely rock your shit if that’s the case, I didn’t partake in this friendship for 8 years to be-”

“Yah, okay, cut the shit.” Taehyung stopped everyone. “Like I’ve always said, it’s just a forced marriage, doesn’t really matter how I feel anyway.”

Hoseok immediately chimed in. “Tae, that shit doesn’t matter. I thought you said you chose her.”

“Yeah, Taehyung, it shouldn’t change how you feel. If you feel something, you just do. I told you that.” Jimin offered, but Taehyung could tell they were leaving out a very essential detail of this. 

“Guys..” Taehyung paused, leaving their eyes to instead look at you, watching from a distance as his eyes reflected something reminiscent of longing. “Even if I chose her, even if there’s ever something there..” His words were fading, watching you suddenly turn around in a haze and settle on him, eyes creasing as you smiled warmly from across the room, waving your dainty little hand. 

And Taehyung waved back, speaking despondently as his heart dropped. 

“She never chose me.” 

The statement hit everyone hard, especially Taehyung, who felt something an ache in his chest he’s never really felt before, watching you nearly dazzle under the soft lighting. 

It’s always been a daunting thought of his, thinking you never asked for this marriage. You never once actively agreed to marry Taehyung because of him, you’ve always explicitly expressed you only agreed because you wanted to make your father happy, to repay him. 

At first, it didn’t bother Taehyung. He knew this marriage would be nothing but for convenience, for an image he needed to upkeep, to hash out this work-life balance his father preached. But upon meeting you and spending his fateful days with you, his life has drastically changed, and there was always something different from the moment you two first met. 

It all started with that bandage. 

He knew right then, saying yes was something he did because of you. You intrigued him, left him speechless on more occasions than he could count and gradually began to understand the reason why his father opted for you; it was how you both are so different yet similar, peculiarly complemented each other in a way that made sense.

It always crossed Taehyung’s mind, however, what if you’re meant for another man? What if your red string of fate connects elsewhere, and he’s merely an obstacle standing in the middle of that connection? What if you two won’t always make sense in the future?

His mind raced as his eyes remained on you, swirling with an emotion he had no concept of. Nothing was said in the group in the meantime, only interrupted when the song in the venue changed into something slow and intimate. 

He watched you abandon Yoongi and scramble for Hana, nearly smacking and shoving at her to approach your older brother. Taehyung watched Hana complain, just about ready to sprint out of the venue until you seemed to threaten her with something, Taehyung cracking up at the comical exchange. 

You then came venturing towards him, still distracted with gesturing Hana to meet Yoongi, who stood clueless speaking with another person. Your eyes then landed on the group, quipping as you approached. 

“Well if it isn’t the most prestigious CEO’s in Seoul, may I offer a pompous bow to ruffle your coat tails?” They all snickered together, Jungkook speaking up. 

“That’s flattering of you, Y/N, though I would like to offer you a ruffle of your-ow!” Taehyung pinched one of Jungkook’s pecks hard, reprimanding him. “Finish that sentence and I kill you.” 

You chortled, hiding your laugh with a hand. “I was actually wondering if I could steal my husband from you folks, Mr. Jeon.” You purposefully spoke politely, reaching for one of Taehyung’s folded arms as he made a face at you addressing Jungkook formally. 

He only liked when you did that to him. 

“Man, I was actually gonna ask Taehyung to dance.” Jungkook feigned disappointment as Jimin smacked his arm, rebutting him. 

“Dude, get in line. Don’t you see the rest of us waiting our turn?” Jimin gestured towards the rest of the group, Seokjin speaking up next. “You kidding me? I’m finding my wife before she runs me over.” 

Namjoon was quick to chime in. “Yeah, same. We’ll be off, good people.” He saluted the group and ventured off with his brother. 

“Alright, fellas, looks like we’re making this a threesome.” Hoseok slung his arms over Jimin and Jungkook, listening to them complain as he led them away from you and Taehyung. 

You two were left alone, interlacing your fingers together as you smiled at him. “Dance with me?” 

He cracked a grin, licking his lips. “Of course.” He agreed, letting you lead him to the dance floor. 

It was easy to settle somewhere, draping your arms around Taehyung’s neck as his hands naturally encased your waist, feeling the warmth of his palms through the fabric of your dress. You began stepping together in a slow, rhythmic motion, finding the pair of you doing that thing you’ve often come to do; look at each other for the sole purpose of looking. 

Something washed over your heart, taking in a deep breath as you admired his every feature; his coffee eyes under the strobe lights, the way his cheeks slightly rose whenever he smiled, his pretty lips that add to the beautiful symmetry of his face. He was simply gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but admire him for something else today. 

“Thank you.” You voiced softly, pads of your fingers soothing the nape of his neck.

“What for?”

“I had no clue..” You trailed, hands shifting to hold the sides of his sculpted neck. “You talked to Yoongi or my dad. You were so busy with work, how did you have time? You didn’t have to do that at all.” You grew soft by the sentiment, feeling your heart leap the more time you spent time simply with Taehyung, simply in his presence. 

“It wasn’t much.” Taehyung brushed off. “I think.. I’m getting the hang of balancing my work and my life, anyway.” He offered, internally proud he was beginning to find the compromise his father wanted. 

“Are you calling me your life, Mr. Kim? Because that’s quite the statement for you to make.” You clearly joked with a light laugh, though your heart glowed at his little confession, swaying side-to-side with Taehyung. 

“I don’t exactly mind making it.” He shrugged. “Pretty sure I’m your life too, Mrs. Kim. Especially after the, what, 32 times I’ve nursed you?” 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, bringing your hand to hit chest as he laughed, letting your hand rest over his beating heart. “But I really mean it, thank you. You didn’t.. have to do any of that for me.” 

“I told you, I do things for you simply because I want to.” Taehyung mused, his palms smoothing your sides comfortingly, sadly flashing back to you crying on him. “Besides, I don’t.. think I like seeing you upset.” He offered hesitantly like he did at your first event together, though eventually nodded his head with a confirmative grin. “Yeah, I don’t like it.” 

You could only giggle, not really caring if he could see the stars in your eyes anymore, feeling something for him you didn’t think you ever could. Your heart was pounding in your chest, mind filled with thoughts of only him, adoring his very existence and thankful you were able to meet a person like this. 

A person like Taehyung. 

He suddenly leaned down for you, bringing his lips to yours and he kissed you with something different, something much stronger than you two have previously shared. It was sweet, sealing your mouths together passionately and you never knew you could so easily fall for the way Taehyung’s lips feel against yours. 

And just when you disconnected from him, resting your foreheads together with small smiles, the music suddenly changed into a much more club-like sound, dance music infiltrating your ears. 

You and Taehyung snickered to each other, watching the dance floor suddenly fill with eager bodies looking to bust a few moves, even watching Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook roar to life. 

Taehyung looked at you and cocked an eyebrow, “Wanna light the dance floor on fire with me, Mrs. Kim?”  

“Anything you say, Mr. Kim.” You agreed happily, kissing him one last time before Taehyung spun you around by your hand and suddenly tugged your back to his chest, eager hands wrapping around your hips.

He started feeling up your stomach, catching the receiving end of your reprimanding. “Woah there, sailor, you’ve been handsy lately.” 

Taehyung puffed air through his nose, pressing his temple against yours. “I have a wife like you, you really think I can keep my hands off?” 

You scoffed, your hands finding his around you. “Bold of you to do in a room with my older brother.” 

“What can I say, you make me a bold man.” 

“You really wanna pretend like this isn’t because I sucked you off before coming here?” You cocked an eyebrow. 

Taehyung grimaced at the statement, thinking you were wrong again. “..It’s not just that.” He affirmed simply, deciding to instead crack a joke. “But do you know how long I’ve wanted to shut you up by choking on my dick? You run your pretty mouth too much, Princess.” Taehyung suddenly breathed by the shell of your ear, eliciting goosebumps all over your skin. 

“Mm, know how long I’ve wanted to ruin a smug jerk like you? You sound a lot better moaning my name, Kim.” You heard Taehyung scoff by your ear, licking his lips slowly. “I could fuck your lungs out of you, Princess, we’ll see then who’s moaning who’s name.” 

Arousal ran through your core, retorting him. “Why don’t you fuck me right now, then? Or are you still only talk?” Taehyung bored his fingers into your body, gripping you tight and close as he spoke darkly into your ear. 

“Not here, I’m not fucking my princess in some bathroom. We’re fucking at home.” Taehyung’s words lit your core on fire, his slow, teasing movements on your waist igniting you. “Mm, the place matters to you?” 

“Of course, so I can fuck you like you deserve.” Taehyung’s voice was lust-filled and deep, his every word laced with pure desire. 

“And how would you do that, Mr. Kim?” Your hand came up to travel into his hair, Taehyung’s lips canvassing past your ear to the sensitive skin of your neck, puffing air through his nose before he growled. 

“I’ll fuck you so good you won’t walk for days, show you you’re my little sub I’ll play with until you’re begging me to come.” Taehyung nibbled at your earlobe, purposefully dropping his tone so low you were shivering. 

“And just when you think we’re done, when your legs are shaking and your pussy’s still throbbing, I’ll fuck you slow and deep. So deep you’ll feel me in your stomach, feel every drag and inch of my cock inside you until you’re scratching my back and screaming my name.” Your core clenched, clenched under his words, the heat of his presence so intoxicating you were utterly restless, his hands growing greedy on your body. 

“Why don’t take me home right now, then?” Your voice sounded more desperate than you planned, but with the picture Taehyung painted in your head now, there was no way you wanted anything else that wasn’t him. 

Taehyung sucked in a breath of air, calming himself down. “Not now, I want you to stay here as long as possible, spend all the time you can with Yoongi before he has to go back.” His tone turned softer, lifting his head to press his cheek to the crown of your head. All you could do was bite your lip, thinking Taehyung’s duality was utterly dangerous.  

“I see,” You mused with a little disappointment, relaxing yourself. “Could I at least have a drink, though, please?” You asked sweetly, innocently after being scolded about alcohol by a disappointed Taehyung after the last time. 

He sighed, pursing his lips. “As long as it’s one, okay?” He then turned you around in his hold, inquiring “What would you like?” 

“Daiquiri, Hemingway please.” 

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” Taehyung pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before sauntering towards the direction of the bar. You watched him disappear in the crowds of people, on your lonesome as you lightly danced to the music. You then caught sight of Jungkook and Seokjin across the dance floor having some sort of battle, cracking a smile and venturing towards their near comically raging bodies. 

You’d taken a step until a cold hand suddenly grappled onto your arm, temporarily shocked contemplating when Taehyung’s hands got so cold. 

But you knew his hands were always warm. 

You immediately turned around and found a face you always froze up seeing, anxiety automatically flooding your chest as your eyes widened. “Kiseok?”

“Hey, Y/N, been too long, hasn’t it?” You began malfunctioning, thinking it’s insane he’s even here in the first place. ���What the fuck are you doing here?” You tried resisting his iron lock grip, but he was holding you far too tightly. “You weren’t invited, why are you here?” 

“Just wanted to see my favourite girl, though I didn’t think I’d see you nearly fuck Kim Taehyung right before my eyes. Have you no goddamn shame?” 

“Have you no shame? What’s it to you what I do with my husband? Let go of me, you asshole,” you spat. “And fucking leave my friends’ party.” You tried ripping your arm away, though he only yanked you towards him, laughing smugly. 

“There you go again, using husband as if you’re actually married.” He spat, continuing his angered spiel. “I could tell from the minute I saw you two together that shit wasn’t real. I know you, Y/N. You think after years of our relationship I can’t read you like an open book?” 

“What relationship? We never had one.” You bit back. “I guess you can’t read me at all, because you’re not catching that I fucking despise you. Let me go.” 

He scoffed disdainfully. “Please, you’ve been in love with me for as long as I can remember, and I know you don’t love him.” 

You could only furrow your eyebrows in irritation, so fed up with this conversation already. “What the fuck do you want from me? Get it out before I start screaming.”

“I’m giving you a chance, Y/N, a chance to be with me so you don’t have to stay married to that conceited prick.” 

“Don’t talk about him like that.” You harshly tugged your arm. “You need to fucking let me go or else Taehyung will kill you.” You stressed as urgently as possible, but Kiseok wasn’t buying it as he grew invasive, too rough. 

“Kill me, really? You think that scares me?” He was too close, his hold too arbitrary and it made your heart speed up with suffocating anxiety, your system bubbling with fear as you flashed back to your ugly memories with him. 

“It should, Kiseok, I’m serious, he’ll kill you.” You began panicking, considering the way Taehyung grows angry and burns with jealousy. If he found you two like this it’d only cause a hideous scene in front of everyone

And you’d rather die than let anyone ruin Taehyung’s image. 

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I’m getting you back.” Kiseok grew resolute, resisting every protest you made as you tried freeing your arm. 

You started going into overdrive, body alarmed as you grew more and more fearful, near erratic as you became unsettled. “He won’t hesitate to kill you, Kiseok, you need to let me go.” 

“I’m not letting you go, not until you agree, I can’t fucking stand seeing you with him.” 

“I said let go!” You yelled, desperate to get away from him, so uncomfortable and afraid you just wanted to cower into a hole for eternity. “My brother’s here too, why are you doing this? Please, please just let me go.” Tears were pooling your lash line, throat clogging up with unbearable emotion.  

“I just want to talk to you, why are you trying to run away from me?” 

“Because I hate you, don’t you get it? You never once loved me and only used me for your advantage, I never want to see you again, you’re the fucking saddest excuse of a man I know.” You spat with pure disdain, yanking your arm from him but he only grew angrier, his hold tighter. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” 

“Let me go before Taehyung sees you!” You screamed. “Don’t you fucking get it? It’s never going to be you, it’ll always be him.” Your eyes were frantic as you shouted from your heart, tears so close to spilling over your voice broke. 

“He won’t spare you, Kiseok, and I’m not letting him get murder on his fucking hands because of you!” 

“Does he really fucking mean that much to you, huh? Do you actually feel something for that arrogant ass?” Kiseok’s question made you irate at first though suddenly register the weight of it, teetering on an answer until you came to a crystal clear conclusion.

Maybe I do, you thought. 

Yeah, I fucking do. 

“So what if I do? That’s none of your fucking concern, let me go!” 

“You are my concern.”

“No I’m not! Cut the shit and get your hands off me!” 

“Who do you think you are, huh? You were the same girl coming back to me a year ago!” 

“And I’m not the same anymore! Let me fucking go-”

“Get the fuck off her.” 

You watched Kiseok falter at the hands of Taehyung’s violent shove, his tone formidable and enraged. It broke Kiseok’s hold from you, your shaking figure automatically latching onto Taehyung’s jacket as he shielded you from the asshole with his body. 

“What the fuck-” 

“Can’t you take no for a fucking answer, you jackass? Why the fuck are you touching her like that?” Taehyung spat, clearly raging on the inside but kept his fists tightened beside him, not allowing his anger to get the better of him feeling your fearful, small hold on his jacket. “Do it again and I’ll end your life.” 

Kiseok scoffed. “And there’s the narcissistic ass Kim Taehyung, selling his goody-two-shoes image as if he isn’t a pompous asshole.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. Stay away from my wife or I’ll break your jaw.” 

“You’re fucking laughable using that title, you do know I used to fuck your wife, right?” Taehyung’s head ticked as his system flooded with anger, his blood boiling threateningly as he moved forward, though you gripped him back with caution.

“Taehyung, please. Don’t listen to him.” Your voice was vulnerable and broke, apprehensive knowing this entire ordeal was causing a scene in front of some of the wealthiest people in Seoul, and lord knows how fast word could get out.

Taehyung just barely softened at the sound of your voice, controlling his rage. “I’m giving you five seconds to get out of my face, or I’m breaking every bone in your body.” 

“Seems I’ve hit a nerve. She ever tell you how many times she screamed and begged me for more?” 

“Kiseok, fuck off!” You screamed as Taehyung visibly winced, gripping him back as he grew angrier.

“How I’d bend her over and fuck her from behind?” 

“If you don’t fucking stop..” Taehyung locked his jaw hard, the heat of his body so frightening, seething as you clutched him back desperately, but Kiseok carried on with arrogance. “How easily I’d get her on her knees for me and take me in her mouth-”

Taehyung fiercely snapped then, losing all vision as he lunged forward with a threatening fist. You suddenly rushed in front and hooked onto his torso urgently, stopping him once he sensed your form. “Taehyung, stop! Not here, not in front of all these people, it’s not worth it!” 

“Princess, get off me, now.” Taehyung’s voice was frightening, speaking in a demanding manner that made you want to cower. 

But you wouldn’t for the world. 

“No, Taehyung, please. There’s too many people here, please don’t.” You pleaded with him, but he was too far gone, his eyes clouded by sheer rage. 

“Y/N, I said get off me-”

“No!” You screamed. “Taehyung, just listen to me, please. This’ll be a mistake!” 

“No it won’t. After everything he did to you I’m not fucking letting him go, get off me right now.” Taehyung couldn’t control his anger, not when he’s been wanting to end this asshole since the second he knew of him, and your words weren’t reaching him. 

“Taehyung, please, please! Just walk away, please walk away from this.. for me.” You started crying, begging Taehyung with all your heart to not risk his name for you, hugging him so hard you could feel his hammering heartbeat, the heat radiating off him in angry waves. 

Taehyung was blinded by rage, so taken by the sheer anger boiling under his hot skin until the sound of you crying reached his ears. He felt pain at the sound, and used every ounce of strength to relax his fist, feeling your little body trying so desperately to hold him back. He just barely settled, chest rising and falling as his eyes flashed to the scene he’d created. He loosened his palms, bringing them down instead to rest on your crying figure to comfort you, glaring eyes finding Kiseok.  

“Come near her again, and I’ll really fucking kill you.” Taehyung gritted with utter derision, lacing his hand with yours hand and guiding you away from the scene. 

Until Kiseok spoke up. 

“Oh, so the great Kim Taehyung’s his wife’s bitch now?” Taehyung let out the driest of scoffs before he grew so furious he released your hand, drawing his fist back for a brutal hit until he stops when you obstruct him, swinging a hard right hook across Kiseok’s face.  

He faltered instantly, holding his face in pure shock as your hand immediately stung, felt near broken as you stood there seething. Taehyung’s alarmed voice sounded out somewhere near you in a matter of seconds. “Y/N!”

You felt the world around you disappear, hand buzzing with a numbness adrenaline was helping you conceal. Taehyung’s hands found your upper arms from behind, gripping you worriedly as you watched Kiseok touch the deep cut you produced on his cheek, all by Taehyung’s wedding ring adorning your hand.

And it was fucking poetic.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Kiseok’s eyes were burning, your every nerve alight at his audacity to even ask that. 

“Say whatever you want about me, I don’t care. But don’t you dare say a single about him.” You gritted through your teeth, hand pointing accusingly at him. “Come near us again and I’ll tell both our fathers every shitty thing you ever did to me, and don’t even fucking think I’ll hesitate to do it.” Tears filled your eyes, but it didn’t take away from the absolute resolution in your voice, unable to be hindered by any force right now. 

You could feel something wet trickling down your hand, still buzzing with the brunt force it took until Taehyung’s friends and your brother suddenly came rushing into the scene, completely frenzied.

“Y/N, what the fuck happened?” Jungkook’s worried voice called out, your older brother pushing past everyone abruptly until he caught sight of your injured hand, and Kiseok across from you. 

He filled with fury in a matter of seconds, rushing towards Kiseok as he aggressively grabbed his collar, seething through his teeth. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?” 

You clambered towards Yoongi with worry, “Yoongi, wait, it’s not-ah!” Your hand ached the second you tried to reach out for him, faltering in pain as Taehyung caught you into his arms protectively. 

“Kid, get my baby sister out of here, now.” Yoongi instructed authoritatively, clutching Kiseok’s collar hard as you went into panic mode, calling for your brother. “But Yoongi, don’t-” 

“I said now, she can’t fucking be here.”

You were telling Taehyung to wait until Jimin reached out to you, voice sweet and pacifying. “Hey, Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna handle it from here, alright?” Namjoon’s voice then sounded out urgently from behind him. “You guys seriously need to leave, there’re too many eyes, get out of here.” 

“Don’t even think about going to emergency, you’ll only attract unnecessary press, go!” Seokjin called out, watching Jungkook and Hoseok try and calm Yoongi down as Namjoon started dissipating the scene of scandalized people.

You nodded along with Taehyung giving up on the situation, your hand incessantly throbbing as you held it pathetically. You and Taehyung began scurrying off until Jimin called the pair of you back. 

“Tae! Don’t you dare drive like this, take my driver with the Porsche. I’ll drive your Merc back.” He instructed his friend as he tossed his phone to Taehyung, who caught it deftly with a single hand. “That’s his contact, just take my phone and hurry, be careful!” 

Taehyung nodded frantically as he clutched you to him and instantly called the contact. He rapidly snatched a table napkin from an empty seat and swaddled your hand with it, rushing you both out the venue while speaking distractedly into the phone. 

All you could feel was the terrible sting in your hand, thinking you may have damn near broken it. You couldn’t move it at all, grimacing in constant pain as Taehyung worriedly nabbed your coat without a care for his own, hurriedly draping it on your shoulders as he led you out into the cold winter night. 

A Porsche arrived by the curb in seconds, Taehyung walking you with him carefully as he held the table napkin to your bleeding hand. He settled you in the back of the car, quickly climbing in himself as he informed the driver to step on the gas all the way home. 

Taehyung hugged you to him for dear life, squeezing the napkin over your injured hand as his other cradled the back of your head, breathing worriedly as he kissed your hair multiple times. Tears brimmed his eyes, so utterly terrified of the condition of your hand all he could do was clutch you to him with urgency, his heart beating out of his chest. 

“Fuck, Taehyung, it hurts, it really hurts.” You complained with tears, trying to swallow the pain down though it was more powerful than you presumed. 

“I know, baby, I know. We’re almost there, we’re almost home.” Taehyung stroked the tresses of your hair desperately, restless as he hugged you tighter, and all that ran through his mind was his pathetic inability to protect you. 

Taehyung situated you carefully on a couch in the main area, having immediately nabbed the first aid kit as he knelt down on the floor before you. 

He peeled back the blood-soaked napkin gently, wincing acutely as he did so. He casted it onto the coffee table behind him as you caught your first visible look at your hand, and it was far worse than you expected. 

Your dainty hand was severely bruised, purple marks adorning some of your knuckles as the abrupt impact caused your wedding ring to brutally slice into your skin, eliciting the terrible bleeding. Your hand was swollen, throbbing awfully as you struggled to maintain the pain.

You exclaimed once attempting to move it, Taehyung’s flat voice stopping you. “Don’t.” 

His tone was scarily leveled, expression completely schooled with his eyes utterly empty, never taking a look at you. You swallowed nervously, not knowing what to say to him, his demeanour having completely changed the minute you both stepped inside your home. 

He delicately took your injured hand in his, holding it as the pads of his fingers secured around your wedding ring. You readied yourself with a wince before he silently removed the ring from your finger, exclaiming in acute pain as it revealed a deep cut that bled near endlessly. 

Taehyung placed the ring on the napkin and reached next for the rubbing alcohol, using his teeth to rip open a packet and nab a cloth, holding it before your bloody wound.

“This is gonna hurt a lot, don’t move.” He warned stoically as you nodded, Taehyung taking a deep breath himself before he pressed the cloth to your hand.

You cried out in sharp pain, squealing frantically as the alcohol seeped into your burning cut, your other hand clutching onto Taehyung’s shoulder tightly as you exclaimed. “Taehyung!” 

He grimaced as if he were in pain himself, though kept the cloth there nonetheless. He cleaned the wound up and moved onto a tube of Polysporin for remedying the cut, gently dabbing some on. 

The sensation it sent made you feel better, your grasp on his shoulder loosening as you merely held him, watched Taehyung work in utter silence before you, face completely unreadable. 

He then grabbed some gauze bandage and wrapped it around your ring finger, ensuring he covered the entirety of the wound. He applied an adhesive to secure the bandage. 

“Too tight?” 

“No..”  

He then proceeded to apply a pain relief cream on the bruised and swollen parts of your hand, the cream’s cooling sensation relieving to your throbbing hand. He grabbed a tensor bandage and encased your hand with it, ensuring he left enough room around your necessary joints. 

He held your newly wrapped hand in his large palm, instructing you with an empty tone. “Try moving it.” 

You were able to extend your fingers to an okay degree, wincing when you tried to open your hand entirely. 

“Okay.. not bad.” 

“It’s not broken?” 

“No, you can move it.” You then both fell into a stifling silence, Taehyung merely holding your hand as his eyes never met yours. You swallowed nervously again, eyes watching him sadly when his bleak voice suddenly sounded out. 

“Why did you do that?” 

Your mouth fell into a little pout hearing him, becoming smaller under the scrutiny of his daunting tone. “I.. just.. I got pissed.” 

“You told me to walk away when I got pissed, why didn’t you follow your own advice?” He sounded angry, his eyes still as they remained down casted. 

“I didn’t like what he said to you.” You admitted honestly.

Taehyung scoffed under his breath, finally meeting your eyes. “You think I like what he said about you? I got angry too, and rightfully so, yet you stopped me and didn’t stop yourself, why?” 

“He had no right to speak to you like that.”

“Who the fuck cares what he said to me?” Taehyung argued. “My only concern was him scaring you, why couldn’t you let me handle him?” 

“Because I got angry with what he said to you.” 

“Then why didn’t you let me hit him?!” 

“Because it would’ve looked bad on you!” You yelled, eyes watery as you grew emotional. You took a shaky, tried breath, sighing harshly. 

“He was my problem, and I already have a bad reputation, Taehyung.” You began, your sad eyes finding his swirling ones. “So I don’t care, what people say about me, what publicity surrounds me, how many people hate me. But you..” Your throat practically closed up, tears threatening to spill. “I can’t let anything ruin your reputation, especially if they’re my problems. There’s so much on the line for you, it means more than just you and me. Your company, your parents, your family business and name.” 

Taehyung grew entirely soft, taken by your confession. 

“It doesn’t matter what people say about me, Taehyung.. they just—” You sniffled, containing your choked up tears. “They can’t say anything about you.” 

All Taehyung could feel was utter devastation, licking his lips as his eyes watered, his palms cradling your injured hand. He brought his lips to the bandages, closing his eyes shut as he simply held you. He stayed like that for a while, almost in pain as his eyes fluttered open and for the first time ever, you saw a sight you never thought you’d see. 

Taehyung was crying. 

“Why would you do that for me? Why did you hurt yourself for me?” A few delicate tears escaped his eyes as he gazed at you with sheer regret, you growing alarmed. 

“T-Taehyung, it’s okay, don’t cry. I’m fine, don’t worry at all, I’m fine.” You tried reassuring him, hand finding his cheek as the sight of him crying broke your heart into a million pieces. 

“You’re not fine, Y/N. You could’ve broken your hand.” He wouldn’t let go of you, extremely troubled as he regarded your hand wrapped up in bandages. “I should’ve protected you, and I couldn’t fucking do that. This should’ve been my hand, not yours.” 

Intense emotion caught the back of your throat, thinking how wrong his sentence was. “Hey, don’t say that to me. You were there when I needed you, Taehyung. You always are.” 

You watched him deny you, growing emotional. “I just..” His voice broke as he bit his lip, letting go of your hand to come forward and engulf you in his arms instead, a hand snug around your back as the other held the back of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It should’ve been my hand, it should’ve fucking been me.” He hugged you tightly, desperately, your non-injured hand coming up to rub his back soothingly as he shed some tears into your neck. 

You couldn’t stand the fact that he was crying for you, your heart aching terribly, and all you could do was try to soothe him, reassure him. “Shh, it’s okay, Taehyung.” You spoke gingerly by his ear. “If it’s for you, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Taehyung was overwhelmed by gut-wrenching emotion, so sorrowful that the woman who always takes on the world so boldly could take such a bullet for him too, do something so selfless. 

No one has ever done such a thing for him. 

He loosened his embrace, hands finding your face to press the deepest of kisses to your forehead, rest his own against you as he spoke, eyes closed shut soaking in the feeling. “Thank you.. I can’t thank you enough.”

He then opened them and drew back to look into your eyes meaningfully, mumbling to you. “You’re my precious Princess, you know that?” He regarded you softly, holding your face intimately as you peered back at him, heart leaping at his endearing words. “My Princess I’ll always protect, always.” He mused, kissing your lips.

You could only smile, hand wiping his tear-stained cheek, locked in a gaze of emotions and feelings both of you could so easily discern, yet wouldn’t speak on for the world. 

He drew his lips to yours again, kissing you gratifyingly, passionately as his entire being flooded with gratitude for you; your care for others, your golden heart, your existence he was so attached to now. 

And when Taehyung brought you to your shared bedroom that night, helped you change out of your clothes and into his comfy ones, removed your make up and jewelry carefully. Iced your hand until your pain dissipated, insisting you take some painkillers before going to sleep, your heart couldn’t help but soar at his every action brimming with care and consideration, kindness and gentleness.  

And when you laid together in bed, Taehyung wasn’t afraid to hold you so near, cuddling you like you would disappear somehow, like you were a fleeting dream and if he didn’t hold onto you tightly, you may as well have been a figment of his imagination. 

Taehyung’s fingers tangled into your soft hair as you fell asleep, your face nuzzled in his bare chest as he suddenly thought back to what his friend Namjoon asked him a while ago, revisiting the complex question. 

‘Do you feel something more for her?’

And the more his mind fell into thought, listening to your slow breaths, his large palm cradling your injured hand as your scent of peonies lulled him to sleep, the answer came to him as clearly as anything ever has. 

Maybe I do, Taehyung thought. 

I think I do. 

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[rin-itoshi]

mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

[happys-crazy-queen22]

Some Like It Rough

Gif credit @bodybebangin

18+ fic. SMUT SMUT AND MORE SMUT.

Taglist @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23.

Hope everyone enjoys it.

Happy reading dollies

"I needed you. Where were you tonight"? Kayce sat on the edge of the bed holding his ribs.

"I was out with Beth". You leaned over and grabbed the medical bag.

"For six hours"!? Kayce hissed when you pressed on his side.

"We talked, she drank...a lot. Then we played some pool at the bar". You tell him wrapping his ribs up.

"Meet any guys"? Kayce nibbled on his lip, looking up at you.

"Not this again. I didn't talk to anyone except Beth and the bartender".

"Was he a guy"!? Kayce grunted as he tried to lay down on the bed. You huffed and put the medical bag back in the bathroom.

"Yes, he was. We hooked up in the bathroom while Beth table danced. He also has a wife and a kid on the way". You lied about two things but Kayce didnt care even if you joked. He was jealous.

"I think you should go stay with your parents. We need some time". Kayce sighed, getting comfortable in the bed.

"Why? So you can go fuck every girl you see? Thats what you want? Go for it". You aggressively grabbed your duffel bag and started stuffing your clothes inside. "You wanna know something, the whole time we talked we talked about you and I. Like I couldn't shut up about you. Beth was there ask her. Because I know she wont lie for me". You scoffed and grabbed your keys.

"Y/N, I'm sorry".

"I'm tired of your sorrys. You start a fight and then apologize. We never solve anything. I'm sick of it. That's all we do, since you got back. You need to grow up and figure out what you want whether it has me in it or not. Figure out your shit". You slammed the door behind you. Kayce had a lot to think about. First he hated being alone when he was hurt. He needed comfort. So he went to his big sister.

"So what was this fight about this time"? Beth lit up a cigarette.

"What happened at the bar"? Kayce relaxed in his rocking chair with a groan holding his side.

"We talked and I got a drink. What's all this about? I thought you two were good"?

"We were but I guess my jealousy took over. She came home looking good. Guys must have talked to her. Drooling over her and shit".

"The only guy we talked to was the bartender. He was nice. But married".

"So you didn't table dance"? Kayce chuckled when he figured out he was an asshole.

"Hell no. I'm not that drunk". Beth laughed.

"I think you owe her more than just a shit I'm sorry. You need to fuck her brains out". Beth looked at Kayce seriously.

"I'm not talking about this with you". Kayce gasped getting up from the rocking chair.

"I'm a girl. I know what we want. We want a hard rough fuck and a man that knows what the hell he wants. Not some chicken shit. So grow up and tell that girl you love her. And fuck her brains out". Beth sat back in her chair proudly. She knew her shit.

"Well, it'll have to be a slow fuck cause I'm banged up". Kayce laughed with a hiss.

"Just give her that dick good and she'll know you love her".

"Oh my god. I'm leaving. My sister just said good dick in the same sentence. Have a good night. Thanks". Kayce struggled as he tried leaning over to kiss Beth's head.

"That was the pg version. I could've gone graphic. You know me". She laughed as Kayce shook his head and limped down to his car.

Kayce knew what he wanted. He wanted you. He needed you. Kayce called your cell and nothing. He called your parents, nothing. He was starting to get worried. But he knew you wouldn't go stay with friends cause they would tell so he searched at the hotels around. Only two near the house. One was a nice place and the other was a hole in the wall.

"Is there a Y/N Dutton registered here"? Kayce asked the night clerk at the front desk of the nice place.

The lady typed on the computer. "Sorry no ones named that here".

"Can you try Y/N Y/L/N"? Kayce knew if you didnt use the Dutton last name then you would use your last name.

"She's here. Room 204. But am I allowed to give you her number? You a serial killer or something"? She was hesitant on giving Kayce the key.

This made Kayce chuckle. "No ma'am, I'm her boyfriend. We're in a long distance relationship right now but she's thinking about moving here". Kayce made up something so she would give him the key.

"Alright but if I find her in the morning dead, I saw your face and I will identify you. I'm not scared of you". The clerk pulled out a shotgun.

"Yes, ma'am. That's not going to happen though. You may hear some screaming and moaning but that's not from what you're thinking of". Kayce blushed a little but was honest, he didnt want her busting in and pointing that shotgun at him.

"You do you, boo. Go get your girl". She smiled and patted his hand as she passed him the key. Kayce snickered and started up the what felt like a hundred stairs. He groaned and grunted as he walked up holding his side. In his mind he was just hoping he was able to make you moan and not pass out at your feet.

Kayce knocked on the door. "Who is it"? Kayce heard your voice and smirked.

"Room service". Kayce disguised his voice.

The door opened and his eyes went wide, you cracked the door open in a towel. You had just got out of the shower.

"Kayce, what are you doing here"?

"Um, I, god you're beautiful". Kayce stepped in, licking his lips. He grabbed you by the waist and captured your lips with his. He closed the door behind him with his boot and your towel fell to the floor.

"Kayce"? You gasped when Kayce lifted you up, your legs immediately went around his waist. His calloused hands dug into your back as he kissed you.

Kayces knees hit the bed and he slowly laid you down. He released your lips and stood back.

You closed your legs and covered your chest.  "Don't hide from me". Kayces husky voice made you tremble. Your inner thighs became wet. The heat from your center was radiating off of you.

Kayce smirked as he brought his shirt over his head and threw it across the room. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. When he first came he was hurting but as soon as he saw you. What pain?

He was already so hard. He could have hammered a nail with his hard on.

"Open your legs, baby. Let daddy see". Only a few times has Kayce went daddy and every time the night was amazing so you hardly ever done it so it could be special.

You let out a squeak, your legs falling open. Kayce smirked to himself when he saw how wet you were already. He took his middle  finger and touched your clit. You thought you could have came right there. You bit your lip to quiet your moans.

Kayce chuckled, his slipped his fingers through your slit with ease, massaging your with his palm. "You like when daddy does this, dont you"? Kayce evil chuckled. You nodded.

Kayce bent down and got on his knees, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He started kissing your inner thighs. His beard tickled, but you loved it.

"Mmm". You started to buck your hips but Kayce held you down with his strong hands.

"Someone's eager". Kayce was inches away from your clit, you felt his hot break on your pussy lips. You felt yourself get wetter.

Kayce took the tip of his tongue and flicked your clit. Making you whimper to be touched.

He flattened out his tongue and pressed hard against your clit and started wiggling his tongue.

"Fuck". You gasped, your hand went to his hair.

He sucked on your clit, his middle and index finger teasing your entrance then slowly pushing in. It was driving you crazy for him not to be rough on you.

"Daddy". You moaned his name and he went faster. It encouraged him to go rougher. His fingers went in deep and rough. His middle finger pushing against your g-spot. "Oh fuck". One hand tangled in his hair and the other one holding on to the sheets.

"I'm gonna cum". Kayce sucked you clit as he looked up at you, his fingers never losing their pace. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming". You screamed over and over as you felt your first orgasm take over your body. It trembled and shaked as he kept fingering. He let go of your clit with a pop. Your hand reached down and stopped his. You couldnt take it.

"Such a good girl for daddy". Kayce grinned smacking his lips as he climbed up your body. He helped you scoot up the bed. His eyes never leaving yours. You let out a giggle, a blush upon your face.

"I just wanted to say...". You cut Kayce off by a kiss to the lips.

"Shut up and fuck me". You pulled Kayce on top of you. Wrapping your legs around him, a knot tied with your legs so he couldnt go anywhere.

"Yes, ma'am". Kayce gladly did as he was told.  He lined himself up and pushed in. God, he stretched you in all the right places.

"Fuck, baby". Kayce mumbled into your skin of your chest. He started kissing along your collarbone, kissing your neck.

Kayce picked up his pace and his  thrusts were deep and long. His hands resting on your back.

"I love you. I'm sorry for being jealous". Kayce spoke between kisses and thrusts.

"I forgive you". You kissed his chest and nibbled at his ear lobe. "I love you so much. Fuck". You threw your head back into the bed when Kayce thrusted in the right angle. God, did he know your body or what.

"You gonna cum again"? Kayce chuckled as he felt you start to squeeze his cock. You let out a whimper and a nod.

"Cum for daddy". Those words sent you straight to the stars. Your orgasm exploded around Kayce. His cock still thrusting as your orgasm still fired away. He was close. So close. Your walls were milking him.

"Fuck". Kayce grunted, his head fell to your chest as he came. His hot seed covered your walls. You wrapped your arms around him and held him as both your orgasms exhausted both of you. You laid there until he went soft and he pulled out of you. Getting under the covers, Kayce pulled you into his arms with a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

"I'm truly sorry that I always let my jealousy get in the way of our relationship. I'm going to work on that. Because I know you would never cheat on me". Kayce said as he cuddled you in more.

"I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially after that. Holy fuck that was amazing. You definitely out did yourself there Mr. Dutton". You giggled, moving a piece of hair from his face.

Kayce chuckled. "You'll have my sister to thank for that. She told me what you wanted".

"So you did talk to Beth and found out that I'm a good girl". You teased.

"I know that's a lie. But I know that you want me and I want you. I was just being bullheaded. I'm sorry".

"I forgive you. Now". You cleared your throat. "How bad are your ribs hurting"?

"Not to bad. Why"? Kayce eyed you.

"I want a ride again, cowboy". You pushed him on his back and climbed aboard the Kayce train. You were never getting off no matter how jealous Kayce was or how angry you were about it. You both loved each other and that wasn't going to change.

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 6: how's it hanging?

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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"there he is" y/n pointed towards the plumbing van across the street from the building she had stood in front of just yesterday with klaus and five. luther nodded, heading over first, looking through the window. y/n noticed something was off. "is he.. dreaming?" she frowned, glancing at luther who shrugged. she quickly climbed through the back while luther called out to him.

"five!"

"no!" five shouted in his sleep, brows furrowed in distress. he was having a nightmare. y/n gently reached over and held his shoulders, shaking him awake. 

"hey, five" she called softly, and his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily. "hey" she smiled sweetly, watching as he calmed down. luther opened the door, struggling to fit inside.

"you okay?" luther asked when he finally sat down, shutting the door.

"you shouldn't be.. how did you find me?" five got defensive right away. y/n sighed, moving back.

"well.." he nodded at y/n who smiled sheepishly before turning around at the sound of humming. 

"klaus?" he was dancing with dolores in the back.

"hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here-" he pretended to frown only for five to yell at him.

"get out!" he chucked a cup at him and klaus used dolores as a shield. "you can't be here! i'm in the middle of something"

"klaus" y/n held her arms out, taking dolores from him. "please, don't do that" her face scrunched in disgust at the thought. she didn't need more of her brothers becoming attached to dolores, one was enough.

"aw, why not, baby sis?" he moved closer, kneeling next to her and leaning on luther's seat. y/n sighed, holding dolores and leaning against five's. "any luck finding your one-eyed man?"

"what is he talking about?" luther looked between them all but five shrugged it of with a wave of his hand, gesturing to klaus.

"does it matter? it's klaus" five sighed, sitting up in his seat. "what do you want luther?"

"um.. so grace may have had something to do with dad's death. so, i need you to come back to the academy, it's important"

"it's important" five mumbled, scoffing. "you have no concept of what's important"

"hey" klaus diverted the attention to himself, "did i ever tell you guys about the time i waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?" he laughed, "it was so painful" he looked at five who turned away to laugh.

"what are you still doing here?" luther turned in his seat to look at klaus.

"what? i-what i need an excuse to hang out with my family?" 

"well, we're trying to have a serious conversation here" luther gestured between him and five. y/n sighed, why was everyone so doubtful of klaus? he was just trying to help. 

"and i'm incapable of being serious- is that what you're saying?" klaus held his hands to his chest, looking hurt.

"luther's got a point, you should get out" five sighed, 

"what?" klaus looked at him in betrayal before looking at y/n. "baby sis, you want me here, right?" 

"wanting you here and being able to hold a serious conversation are different things klaus" she shook her head in amusement. he frowned, "come on, let's go" she set dolores down before climbing to the side door of the van beside klaus.

"what? you're coming with me?" klaus smiled, cheering as he climbed out to.

"where are you going?" luther asked, looking at her in disbelief.

"you gestured to only you and five, luther. besides, klaus is more fun than you two. come get us when you're done fighting" she rolled her eyes. 

"y/n-" five tried before sighing as she shut the door.

"so, why'd you come with, anyways?" klaus linked his arm with y/n, heading towards the convenience store across the road. 

"i don't like the way they treat you" she sighed, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "let's get some food" he grinned as they reached the door to the store, splitting up to look through different aisles. it wasn't long before klaus held a handful of stuff he definitely couldn't afford. she snorted as he tried to run out, a police officer following him. 

"hey bitches!"

"dumbass" she rolled her eyes, picking up a coffee she had made in the corner before taking a lollipop and some chips. she closed her eyes, disappearing and reappearing in the van, behind five. she placed the coffee down in the middle, neither five nor luther noticing her yet. she pulled the wrapper off the lollipop, sucking on it.

they all watched klaus run across the road, almost getting hit with a cab. "out of the way, asshole!" he shouted.

"amateur" y/n scoffed as the officer caught up to him. five and luther turned to her in surprise. 

"i'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision" five watched him drop his things, looking at y/n who shrugged.

"i got you a coffee?" she smiled innocently, holding it up.

-

as luther went to collect klaus, y/n hung back, moving to sit beside five. "hey.." she faced him fully, watching as he continued to stare out at the building. "are you sure you're alright?"

"i'm fine" he denied, not looking over.

"then look me in the eyes and tell me that" she scoffed, before sighing and twirling her lollipop in her hand, staring intently at it. "five, i know you've been through a lot alone but.. you're not alone anymore. we're here- i'm here to help you now.. all you have to do is let me"

he finally turned to face her, expression softening. "i've done more than you think and.. i don't want you getting hurt in the process. like i said if i need help.. you're the first person i'd ask" 

"really?" she raised an eyebrow, pausing to stare at him now. "i don't believe you" he sighed, annoyed.

"you don't have to, but i would ask you first, you're most capable" 

"you're just saying that because i told you about dolores" she stuck her lollipop back in her mouth and crossed her arms, childishly.

there was a pause, "how.. how did you do it? i saw you there how were you-" he gestured a hand to the mannequin. 

"at first i trained with dad and i.. i couldn't reach you, no matter how hard i tried" she begun softly, looking back down at her hands. "then one day i just.. did. but you walked right through me and i- i didn't know what to do. i tried so hard to talk to you but you kept going right through me. i tried to touch you but my hand went right through and i touched dolores instead. i don't know how or why but.. it felt like a part of me was torn off" she shivered, hating the feeling that came with it. "i don't know why but i lied to dad, i told him i couldn't find you. he dismissed me, said training was over forever. so i studied instead, i failed and failed to reach you again and i studied physics and probability, anything to help you get back. one day i did find you again but i couldn't move, i couldn't do anything. you were reading vanya's book but it wasn't out yet, i saw your equations and your wagon.. i realised i was dolores later when you spoke to me, i was seeing through her eyes"

five stayed quiet, watching her intently. "i didn't get to see anymore, klaus and diego thought i was dying" she laughed bitterly, "i didn't find you again for a while and when i did you actually saw me.. as me and not dolores. well, you know obviously know what happened then.. but i kept seeing things in my dreams, i saw you, the things you did, i saw you grow up. it was.. weird but i think it was dolores" 

y/n sighed, reaching a hand out and opening the door. "i'll leave you to-"

"i meant it, you know?" five cut her off, frowning as he was now facing away from her again. "when i said you were the most trustworthy.. the strongest" 

a small smile graced her face. "i know" 

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"do you really think mom would hurt dad?" they all sat around watching the tape on the tv screen except five who had refused to come.

"you haven't been home in a long time, vanya, maybe you don't know grace anymore" luther argued,

y/n sighed, "mom didn't have any intentions like that. she was definitely normal that day"

"if he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner's report" diego eyed luther, standing beside y/n.

"yeah, well, i don't need a report to show what i can see with my own eyes" luther gestured to the screen, hell bent on blaming someone for this.

"maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision" diego nodded, unconvinced and moved forwards, going back in the tape. "look closer, dad has his monocle, mom stands up, monocle gone" 

"oh yeah" klaus grinned, shaking his bag of chips.

"she wasn't poisoning him, she was taking it. to clean it" something was off. y/n eyed them all carefully. 

"then where is it?" luther turned the tape off, looking at him. "no, i've searched the house, including all of her things, she doesn't have it"

"that's because i took it from her.. after the funeral" diego admitted, holding one of his knives. y/n frowned, they were going to fight. 

"you've had the monocle this whole time? what the hell diego?!" allison uncrossed her arms, staring at him incredulously.

"give it to me!" luther demanded, moving forwards and holding a hand out.

"i threw it away" diego shrugged, still fiddling with his knife.

"you what?" allison laughed in disbelief, how could he? she raised her glass of alcohol to her lips.

"look, i knew that if you found it on mom, you'd lose your shit. just like you're doing right now" diego stood straight, pointing his knife towards luther.

"diego, you're such-" diego got into a fighting position, hands ready for round two.

"no, calm down" vanya interrupted, "look, i know dad wasn't exactly an open book but i do remember one thing he said. mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker but also as a protector"

"what does that mean?" allison asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"she was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy" y/n realised, catching on to where vanya was going with this.

"well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off" luther suggested and diego immediately disagreed.

"woah, woah, woah, woah wait, she's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet, she feels things, i've seen it-" 

"she just stood there, diego, and watched out father die!" luther gestured to the screen again, trying to prove his point.

"i'm with luther" allison sighed, fiddling with her glass.

"surprise, surprise" diego sneered, everyone looking over at her.

"shut up" she snapped before they looked at vanya.

"i-i don't-"

"yeah, she shouldn't get a vote" diego threw his hands up, believing that she was going to go against him.

"i was going to say that i agree with you" she glared at him.

"okay, she should get a vote" he then turned on klaus. "what about you stoner boy? what've you got?" 

"oh, so what? you need my help now?" he rolled his eyes, "well, get out of the van klaus. oh, well, welcome back to the van!"

"what van?" allison looked between them all.

"we're not shutting mom down!" y/n shut down any more talking. they looked over at her. she looked disappointed and angry. "i thought we said no more fighting" she crossed her arms, looking pointedly at luther.

"exactly! i'm with y/n and diego because screw you" klaus glared at luther and diego pointed klaus nodding. "and if ben were here, he'd agree with me" there was pause before klaus hissed at the couch.

"so, that's four to two" diego held up his fingers.

"it's not final yet" allison argued, "klaus doesn't count, he's high and drunk"

"what?" diego glared at her, hands falling.

"and five's not here yet. the whole family has to vote, we owe each other that" 

"right" luther nodded and vanya agreed.

y/n scoffed, "we owe each other? we don't owe each other shit" diego agreed, "all i wanted was my family back, no more fights. if we really owe each other the least you could is that" they all watched silently as she left. 

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a young diego ran down the hallway, suit only half on. he wore his button up shirt, tie and sweater vest over the top. he disappeared through a doorway as allison rushed down the stairs. 

"come on luther!" she called through a doorway at the bottom before rushing the way diego had come. reginald walked out and stood in the hallway.

"how will the umbrella academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can't even leave the house on time for missions?" he yelled out so that all of them would hear. 

"behind you" luther called, jumping past reginald to scurry down the hall. allison searched through her draws hastily, chucking clothes onto the floor around her. 

"i can't find my domino mask" she rushed back only to be stopped by grace who held it out.

"it needed a little bit of tlc after the last mission" she smiled as allison took it, thanking her. grace walked out and down the hall, stopping at luther's room first where he was currently doing push ups. 

"ready to go?" she received a thumbs up before she continued walking. 

"where's my knives?" diego shouted, rushing through the house at the other end of the hallway. grace stopped in front of vanya's room where she was practicing her violin.

"sounds beautiful, vanya" she complimented with a soft smile. 

"thanks mom" 

grace then walked to klaus' room where he was jumping on his bed, grinning and laughing at the chest of drawers on fire. "oh, klaus" she scolded, putting the fire out.

"thank you, mother" he smiled, hoping off his bed. she shook her head with a small grin.

"boys will be boys" 

ben rushed down the hallway next, hand fiddling with his zip. "oh, ben" she gently stopped him.

"it-its stuck" he tried to pull it up again. grace softly fixed it for him before letting him go. "guys! wait for me" he called as he ran off.

grace paused outside diego's room, hearing him practice his speech, trying to get over his stutter.

"don't m-m-m" he struggled to get the word out. grace walked in, smiling and placing her hands on his shoulders.

"remember, diego. just picture the word in your mind" he breathed out, nodding before trying again.

"d-don't m-m.. d-don't m.. don't m-move" grace gasped, happy.

"you did it!" she grinned, touching a hand to his cheek. "i'm so proud of you"

someone cleared their throat in the doorway, interrupting. there stood reginald and beside him y/n. diego watched as he smile faded at her father's cough. she had been happy for him too.

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[angry-geese]

For Myself

Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: nsfw mention. mention of violence, blood, injury, and cannibalism. implied murder. starts off kind of dark but gets fluffier towards the end. gn!reader.

obligatory warning for my poor editing skills. if theres any egregious errors i'll get to them when i get home from work

Summary: some fluff where Sukuna comforts the reader while they're sick

Word Count: 2.4k

He's certain you would be more comfortable in his lap than on the floor. Even as he beckons you to sit, you refuse, turning your gaze away. You adjust your position to a more comfortable spot on your knees. The floor is hard and cold, but you don't have much longer to wait anyway. Sukuna has grown bored of the man standing in front of him. A peace offering, in exchange for not razing their village. A young woman, brought here against her own will. Her life to replace yours. It's nothing Sukuna wants, nor can he make use of her. She’s no sorcerer, likely no good in a fight, and too frail to be worth eating.

Worst of all, it insults you.

An insult to you, is an insult to Sukuna himself.

The man was only delaying the inevitable. Humans have a habit of doing that. They’re resilient, like cockroaches. You can squash, poison, trap, or drop a nuke on as many as you want to, but they’ll always come back.

He planned on killing him from the moment he stepped foot in the door.

And when he kills him, he makes sure to have the woman watch. She lays curled at your feet as you regard them both with cold eyes. Not a scream passes her lips. She’s either frozen with fear, or knows that moving is the worst thing she can do.

She begs for her life.

Sukuna leaves it up to you to decide.

It was an insult to you, after all. In a past life you could see yourself letting her go. There's many things in life you used to do that are no longer habits of yours. You were in her shoes years ago. Time has hardened you, made you cruel. If a past version of you could look at you now, you don't know if you’d recognize yourself. Not all change is bad. People are meant to change, and they’re going to do so.

You give her a minute to start running. After that, it's up to Sukuna with what he wants to do with her.

She takes the opportunity, thinking she has a chance to survive, and flees. The guards and servants let her. Your word is second to Sukuna’s. The only person who could overturn an order put in place by you is Sukuna himself. He usually doesn't. The resulting chaos from anything you do is good entertainment. And he has all the time in the world. Being immortal leads to a lot of boredom.

Sukuna would hunt her down before she could escape the estate.

Nobody got away from him. Not even you. Nowadays you’re much less serious about leaving but you still threaten it if he dares piss you off.

He'd never let you go. You know that. Try as you will, you're never getting free.

Not that you have anything to go back to. And you're rather comfortable here. Comfortable may be a bit of a stretch, but you're housed, fed, and protected. The basic human needs are taken care of. Sukuna cares about you in his own, twisted way. You may have first been just a plaything to keep his stomach full and his balls empty—a toy to be discarded after a day or two—but you've earned a place by his side. He wakes up next to you, he goes to sleep next to you. He's grown used to having you around. And you to him.

You're just as much his, as he is yours.

Everything about the man is selfish, and all-consuming. But when he is with you, he finds himself giving for the first time in his life.

He gets a servant to draw him a bath. He has the decency to scrub the blood off before finding you, and asking you to join him. His bloodied kimono is replaced with a clean one. It's black, the sleeves are wide enough to accommodate his four arms. Blood doesn't bother you, but he doesn't want to track it all over his house.

Something is wrong.

He doesn't remember you getting hurt, but you’re acting like you’re injured. He thinks back to this morning, how he had to drag you out of bed. How sluggish you acted.

Worry creases itself between his eyebrows.

Your mortality was something he knew of, but never gave much thought. There was no need to. The mortality of others was something he didn't care about. You weren't supposed to be kept long. You were merely a sacrifice, meant to appease Sukuna, and in turn he wouldn't raze your village. While young, and pretty, not good enough to save your people. He planned on fucking you, burning your village to the ground, then eating you. Not necessarily in that order, but that was the plan.

He's taken everything from you. Your home, your life, your family. Even as you were forced to face your fate, you never gave in, never lost your bite. You defied him and lived. You had a malicious streak in you. You were never as sweet and as innocent as the people of your village first played you up to be. Years later you still put up the same fight. It's a constant back and forth between you two.

You’d never be able to hurt him. As much as you'd scratch and bite, you'd never so much as draw blood. Harming the King of Curses was not an easy task.

His 'love' was much more material at first. As you got settled down, survived more than a week, gifts appeared. Jeweled hair pins and beautiful, expensive kimonos appeared. All made just for you. He'd never admit to being behind it. You were not complacent, but you were comfortable. You were his spoiled pet. That didn't stop you from clawing at his eyes whenever he picked you up when you didn't want to be touched. Being spoiled didn't make you nice.

None of his pets have lasted quite as long as you have. At least eight times the trees of his estate have shriveled and turned brown in winter, and the ground has hardened with frost. At least eight times they've bloomed and have had the life of spring breathed back into them, and the ground has thawed and turned muddy. You just did what you had to in order to survive. You've more than just survived. Some would say you’ve thrived. You would beg to differ. If you were the begging type.

He still views you as a pet. You’re human after all. Though sometimes it feels like you’re becoming more curse than human. Being viewed as an equal to him is impossible, but he values you. You're not something that can easily be replaced.

His hand touches your shoulder from behind. You don't flinch. You used to flinch. Then you started swinging. You're never able to hurt him. You're strong, but not that strong.

"She was far too frail to eat," you say, "I assumed you didn't want to keep her for that."

You don't eat human meat. Or try not to. Early on in your stay, before you knew better… It wasn't pork. Uraume was a wonderful cook, but not for anything you ate. Personally it's not your thing. Non-human meat is hard to come by around here, so you’ve stopped eating the stuff altogether. If you wanted it, Sukuna would make a servant get it for you, but you are content without it.

"You made the right call." He says. You always do.

He slips beside you, watching as you remove the intricate pins from your hair. You always loved your hair. Even at your darkest moment you took great care of it. It was a source of pride for you.

A wave of nausea rolls over you. Sweat beads in your hairline, rolling down your back, under the thin fabric of your—his—robe. You have little need for clothes. It doesn't get that cold here. Sukuna tears them off you anyway. Covering yourself up isn't necessary, but you do it out of modesty, and a sense of normalcy. You protest as he pulls at the fastenings of your robe, the flimsy fabric pooling at your feet. You have no plans on getting wet, you’d much rather go to bed. You’re tired, and you don't want to be bothered.

The tub is large enough to fit several of you. You guess it's fitting. The man is huge. He settles into the water behind you, pulling you to his chest. Try as you will, you’re not going to be able to struggle out of his grip. You’re too tired to put up much of a fight, though you do complain.

One of his sets of arms wraps around you, effectively trapping you in place. The other pulls a washcloth from the side of the tub, into the water with you. As much as you hate to admit it, the warm water feels nice against your sore muscles.

Sukuna is not a sentimental man. But with the way his hands trace across your skin, soft, lovingly, like he’s reading a book of braille, makes you think otherwise. He doesn't leer at the curves of your body like he normally does. His eyes scan across your body, looking for any sign of injury.

When he deems you clean enough, and your skin has turned a nice shade of pink from the hot water, he lets you go. You're the first to get out, drying yourself off. You never realized how cold the room was before.

He hauls you into his arms. You do little to protest, which worries him.

The King of Curses has no need for sleep. The bed mostly serves for asthetic purposes, though he's not opposed to fucking you across any flat surface, you seem to favor softer ones.

Much like the tub, his bed is large enough to fit several of you. You feel dwarfed by its size. The man is huge, he needs a bed to fit. You could sprawl out as wide as possible and never have any of your limbs hanging over the sides.

He follows you, silent.

He can't recall ever letting any of his pets share his bed before. Some have tried. Tried. He can't recall any of them surviving as long as you have, either. He finds himself irritated at the thought of anything bad ever happening to you.

He doesn't join you in bed.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do. He can, but if he were to decide not to, it would bring no harm to him. He used to never dream. It was something he did, back when he was human, but that time has long passed. But whenever he dreamed, he’d wake up next to you. Experiences like that made him realize just why humans like to sleep so much. Before he never woke up rested; he was never tired in the first place.

You shove the covers aside and crawl underneath. They smell like him. He snubs out the candle burning on the side table with his index finger and thumb. Though it's dark, there’s enough light in the room to make out his much-larger form.

You shiver, although sweat forms along your skin in a thin sheen. Sukuna knows it's not cold. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. You’re burning up.

You were warm before, but he thought it was because of the bath. He’s not really sure what to do. It's rare moments like these that he's forced to face your mortality. He knows you're fragile—compared to him—but he can't bear the thought of something bad happening to you.

One of his large hands moves to cup your cheek. It's just as warm as your forehead. The pad of his thumb runs across your cheekbone.

"Stay with me." You say. You stretch your arms out towards him, making grabbing motions with your hands.

You’re not one to beg. Even when faced with death, you look it straight in the eyes. Call it bravery, or lack of self preservation. He admired that about you. You ignored your mortality because it did not matter to you.

“What's the matter, pet?”

“I don't feel too good.” You say.

Though he doesn't say it, he can tell.

“I’ll get Uraume-”

“No,” your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him back towards your chest, “no. I’m okay.”

He settles down beside you in bed, on top of the covers. When he opens his arms, you go right into them. He makes sure to keep the blankets tucked around you. Sukuna runs warm naturally. You huddle close to him, trying to steal his warmth. Though your face feels abnormally warm, you shiver. His much larger body lays partially on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, ear pressed to your skin. He can hear your heartbeat. Steady, and alive. Something low in your chest rattles when you breathe.

He should get a servant to bring you water, or some tea. It occurs to him how little he knows about the mundane things humans do to make themselves feel better. Not that he ever needed to care. In all the years you’ve been by his side, he’s never seen anything like this happen. He can't decide, and instead calls for both. If you need medicine, he’ll get that too, but you don't seem to be at that point. Uraume knows more about humans than he does. He’s no doctor, but he’ll work. If he asks you, you’ll just say you’re fine.

He holds the cup up to you, beckoning you to drink. The glass is cold against your lips. Even as your hands wrap around it, he doesn't let it go. He sets the empty glass on the side table with a soft thunk.

His large hand smoothes over your head, brushing your hair out of your eyes. His nails feel nice against your scalp. Nothing about the man is soft, but when he’s left alone with you, moments like this are bound to happen. You allow yourself to be pet. The heat, combined with the weight of his body, threatens to lull you off to sleep. The ache in your joints keeps you from doing so.

When he kisses you, you taste like a curse.

[vee-vee-writes]

Reading time (Alucard x reader)

As the child of a stone mason education had not been high on your father’s priority list for you. However, once hell had been unleashed upon the earth you were thankful for the physical skills you had learned. Your family had been caught up and killed in the first attack on Targoviste. Fearing Dracula's wrath, you had not attended the Archbishop's festival celebrating the death of the dhampir's wife. Instead, you had hidden in the sewers to avoid Dracula's wrath. You had tried to convince your parents to come with you, but your father had foolishly believed the church would protect you all. It had not and soon you were travelling alone on the road, desperately trying to survive.

In your search to replenish your dwindling supplies you had come across Gresit and the Speaker dilemma. You admired their talent for memorizing oral histories but found it foolish that they were willing to risk their own deaths to help those who blamed them for Dracula's wrath. Despite your vocal opinions on their residing in a town that hated them, they had given you a hot meal and a safe place to shelter. You had soon become acquainted with the thirteen Speakers, with Sypha, the elder's granddaughter, telling you legends of a Sleeping Soldier. A mere day later you found yourself foolishly tagging along on her quest to wake him. It was not long into your search that a bright flash of light filled your vision, and the world began to fade to obscurity.

The next thing you knew you were coming to next to Sypha with a strange man standing above you. To your shock he revealed himself as Trevor Belmont, the last male heir of the House of Belmont. You were not sure if it was shock of being in the presence of nobility or the stench of beer and sweat that made you wary of the man. Despite your reservations you allowed him to lead the two of you back to the Speaker's residence.

After the saga with the Church and the villagers trying to burn the Speakers to death as 'penance' for their 'role' in releasing the night creatures upon Wallachia, you had fallen through the ruins into a strange metal and magic world. Trevor was instantly suspicious that the three of you had landed in Dracula's castle, but you were not so convinced. Why on earth would Dracula's lair be under Gresit of all places? Trevor's fears had further been exacerbated when a gorgeous golden-haired man had raised from a coffin in the room you had reached.

You had instantly been taken by the dhampir, though slightly hesitant. You had only ever heard nightmarish myths about dhampir so meeting one in the flesh was as frightening as it was exciting. Your fears had been heightened when the Sleeping Soldier had almost killed Trevor. However, after some brief introductions and planning, the four of you had teamed up to defeat Dracula.

As your quad travelled Wallachia in search of Dracula's castle you had begun to get to know Alucard. He was a surprisingly kind and mellow man, though slightly standoffish. Adrian went out of his way to check on how you were doing and always looked out for you when facing off against night creatures. Your upbringing as the child of a stone mason had left you unprepared for fighting. You were much more skilled when it came to trapping and wildlife knowledge. In the beginning of the journey this had you feeling like a useless burden but as the four of you travelled on, your knowledge proved invaluable. Supplies came and went but your knowledge of edible plants and trapping skills kept your bellies full. The trio were thankful for your skills and knowledge. Evenings spent in front of the fire bonded you all closer, until finally you made it to the Belmont estate.

The Belmont Estate once again left you feeling useless. Your lack of reading ability hindered your usefulness to the mission, though Trevor was not much more helpful. Sypha searched through the records while Adrian mulled around looking for magical objects that may aide them. You made yourself busy cleaning up debris from when the Estate had burned down.

On one occasion as you stood admiring the shelves of books you had put back Alucard spoke from behind you, "I don't mean to be rude, but it seems that you've put the books in the wrong order." His voice startled you, you had not heard him approach from behind. "Oh Alucard, you scared me. I didn't hear you coming" you laughed lightly, "it probably would be a good idea to put them in the order of the catalogue. I would have if I could read." Alucard was unsurprised by your admission, outside of the speakers, church, or nobility there were not many who were taught to read.

"Would you like to learn?" he simply offered as he began to help you rearrange the books. The offer took you off guard. "You wouldn't mind" you questioned quietly. "We can start off slowly with the basics. Do you know the alphabet?" Alucard inquired. His eyes were kind, and you knew that no matter what you answered he would not judge you. "No. Nobody ever taught me" you admitted. Nodding he took in what you had said and began to think about the best way to begin.

"Wait here. I'll go look in the catalogue to see if there is anything simple that we can begin with" Adrian ordered and with that he retreated towards the center of the library. Leaning up against the shelf you rested your head against it, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. Your hunger to learn to read was finally going to be fed. Footsteps, although light, disrupted your excited thoughts of learning. Alucard had returned with a few books tucked under his arm.

The two of you found a comfortable reading area in a small nook. You bundled up next to Alucard as he began to outline letters and phonics to you. You appreciated his efforts to teach you, nobody had ever done you such a kindness. Alucard flourished as a teacher, he was compassionate and patient whenever you struggled. If you got frustrated, then he would calm you with gentle words of reason. After several days of learning while you waited upon Sypha, your ability to read slowly began to prosper until you were beginning to read simple literature. Adrian was proud of you and openly celebrated every small step that you made. It was reassuring and only fueled your growing feelings for him.

After the hard-fought defeat of Dracula, you had decided to remain behind at the castle with him. Watching the fading outline of Trevor and Sypha's, Adrian broke the silence. "Why didn't you go with them." Bashfully, you began to rub the back of your neck as your brain began to string together your response. "How could I leave you here all on your lonesome. After all you've done for me the least, I could do is keep you company for a bit. I know you'd miss me" you teased, "Besides, I would miss our reading sessions too much." Adrian snorted, but a faint blush crept up his neck and splayed across his cheeks. "Well, we better get back to it then hadn't we."

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[sparklysung]

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)