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Dress Me Up

StylistBlackreader x IdolJungwon

Request are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ You're a nepotism baby. Your mother is a notorious stylist, and you wanted in on the business. You finessed your way into being Enhypen's new stylist, and you've made Jungwon curious.

Warning~ Size training, slow burn, calls her honey and baby, virgin reader, squirting, oral (receiving), hickey's, he's a little rough, no protection, (not recommending this) mentions that the reader has ADHD, underage drinking (DON'T DO THIS YA'LL), Use of the word 'nigga'

Word Count~ 10.1k

It was your first day, and it was going wrong.

You spilled coffee all over your brand-new white blouse, and you were rushing, so your socks didn't match.

You were the new stylist hire.

Clothes being your kind of expression for longer than you can remember.

Now, with your clothes ruined, it wasn't giving stylist. It was giving an intern who sucks at there fucking job.

You were surprisingly young for this job, but that was because you had connections.

Your Mom was working with Stray Kids on their ATE album, and HYBE wanted her. Your Mom gave them her daughter instead, you.

Sure, you felt like a spoiled rich brat for it, but you wanted to work hard for it.

You sighed as you made your way to the stylist's room. Nobody was there when you walked in. You thanked any god that would listen.

You huffed as you got out your shirt. You didn't even care to turn the lights on. But when you did, some kid was standing there.

"AHHHH! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

You did a whole-ass cartwheel back. While you shook, Jungwon walked after you, "I'm so sorry, ma'am! I didn't mean to pry!"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Whose in a changing room in the dark?!"

He bit his lip, "Erm, you." You stayed quiet. He was right.

He bowed, "My name is Yang Jungwon. You can call me Jungwon. How old are you?" You answered, "My name's Y/N. I'm 19."

Jungwon couldn't help but smile, "Yeah? Guess I'm your hyung."

You scanned his dimples, "Yeah, right."

He started pulling out his wallet to prove it. "See."

You rolled your eyes, "Alright, old man. Where's the rest of your group?" He laughed, "How'd you know I'm in a group?"

You lowered your eyes, "It's obvious."

Jungwon smiled, "I came early." You nodded and started walking toward the rack of clothes. Jungwon asked sweetly, "Where are you from?"

You turned to him, "The states." You dug through the drawer until you found it.

You walked over with the measurement tape and wrapped it around his waist. His hands went up instinctively.

"Already getting it started?"

You nodded, eyes fixed on the line. "Yeah, I've got deadlines."

You grabbed your phone and typed it in. Next, you measured Jungwon's hips. His measurements were crazy. When you stepped back to look at him, his face registered.

He was handsome in person. He was so cute, but he had this sexiness to him.

"I'm done. You can pick a specific item you want showcased if you'd like."

You heard footsteps coming toward the door, and it came down. The boys were staring at Jungwon.

The group wondered why he was here so early.

They greeted you gently before filing in. Someone bumped into you and turned to bow. "So sorry."

You looked over his face. Heeseung. The guy every girl feined over.

"It's okay." He winked at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

They got in a line so you could start measuring them.

Ni-ki learned you were the same age and was already teasing you.

It was a while before you got everyone's measurements, and they were leaving.

The next day, you sped into the office with your caffeine in your hand. You had a binder and your glasses on. You looked different. Your locs were in a bun, glasses on the tip of your nose, and out of breath.

You don't wear glasses unless you want the outfit to look good.

You made it to the office and put your things down. "Phew. Oh shit!" You realize you forgot something. You started running back out to get to it.

It was when you were running back into the building when you bumped into Jungwon. You fell, and his eyes widened. "I'm so sorry!"

He was already reaching out to help you up. He grabbed your hand and checked for bruises. "You okay?" You nodded, "Yeah. Fine."

You pushed your glasses back, "You push your glasses up like an anime nerd."

You squinted, "Shush, boy."

He smiled as you made your way to the office. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Jungwon followed behind you calmly, "Nope, I finished recording for the day."

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the office. Jungwon asked, "You rush around often?"

You nodded, "When shit needs to get done, I'm on it."

You sat at the chair, going through the pieces you thought of. It was sketches and clothing pieces. Jungwon asked, "You know what you're doing?"

You looked at him (slightly) annoyed, "How else would I get the job? Why are you in here?"

Jungwon said, "You pique my interest. You're pretty young."

You didn't stop staring. "Yeah? Well, you're piquing my nerves."

You knew it was harsh, but you knew he liked it. He was amused by your annoyance. Jungwon sat down next to you and listened to your scribbles.

You were balling up ideas and throwing them away. It was a long day of aggravation as Jungwon silently watched.

It wasn't until he suddenly stood after the third hour, "Let's eat."

You furrowed your eyebrows, barely listening. "Go eat then."

You didn't hear what he said, but you knew it was something about 'eating.'

Jungwon grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the chair. "Eh?"

You were being walked out of the building. It wasn't until Jungwon threw on his hood and mask that you realized what was happening.

"Are you taking me out to eat?"

Won looked at you, "Yeah. Your stomach growled like seven times, and you actively ignored it."

Jungwon looked at you, "You do realize that, right?"

You turned away, slightly embarrassed, "I didn't. I hyper-focus."

Jungwon guessed, "You have ADHD or something?" Your eyes widened, "Yeah, how'd you..."

Jungwon filled the silence, "You tend to tune out things when you focus and don't like to be interrupted."

You laughed, "My mom got me into hobbies to keep myself occupied."

Jungwon laughed, "Yeah?"

"I became her little assistant, and she even let me make a mini fashion line collection for teens."

I started to catch myself rambling, and I stopped. "That's it, though."

Jungwon walked into a small shop and got in line. "I reccomend the shin ramen. This place is unmatched."

I smiled, "I'll eat it then."

The next day, you were going through fabrics. You were looking for things to make into clothes.

After about twenty minutes, you realized you'd need another round of measurements.

You knew the boys were work alcoholics, so you traveled around the building looking for them with your roll of measuring tape.

Sunghoon was in the gym. You ambushed him as he looked at you like you were crazy.

Jake and Heeseung were in the studio. You just walked in with no care in the world.

Jay was in the instrument room, and Ni-ki was in the practice room. Sunno was in the lounge, taking selcas with Yunjin.

Since Sunno was the last person, you asked, "Where's Jungwon?"

Sunno thought, "He's not in the practice room?"

You shook your head, "I don't know. I also don't have his number to ask."

Sunno pulled out his phone and gave you all the member's numbers.

"Check the basement practice room. Wonnie's usually there when he's learning personal choreography. His class should be over by now, though."

You nodded and made your way to the basement. It was dark and smelled like old walls. There was music blasting, but you couldn't find the door. That was until you looked through the glass door. You saw Jungwon popping. Your body was electrified as you watched him dance.

It was mesmerizing to see him in his element like this.

You walked in, and Jungwon saw you. He was sweating. His white T-shirt rolled over his shoulders, and his hair stuck to his forehead. It was attractive.

The way his smile beamed as he watched you.

Jungwon combed his fingers through his hair and said, "What's up?"

He raggedly breathed as he went for a towel.

You just came back from seeing Sunghoon in a wife beater, sweating his ass off. His face was scrunched up as he lifted. That didn't affect you as much as Jungwon did.

You bit your lip, "Come to my office when you're done."

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?"

You smiled, "You're not. I need more measurements."

Jungwon went into leader mode, "Did you already ask the guys? They didn't give you trouble, right?"

You shook your head, "I interrupted all of them."

He furrowed his eyebrows attractively. You noticed he doesn't furrow his eyebrows that often.

"What were they doing?"

You scanned up his tall body. His arms were tense, and his chest was broad. It was his cute face that didn't match. But with that furrow, it made him all the more sexier.

"Different things. I-I'll see myself out."

Jungwon laughed, "Okay. I'll see you in a bit. I'll be up there when I finish this last eight count."

You nodded and made your way to the elevator. As soon as the door closed, you dropped to the corner and rubbed through your locs in agony. "Ugh! I caught feelings in twenty seconds."

The door chimed, and you saw a random staff member and someone else walk in. You stood tall and apologized, "Sorry."

It was Taehyun from TXT.

OH MY GAWD! I just embarrassed myself band for the band.

You looked at him and bowed, "I'm so sorry, sir!"

Taehyun just stared. He didn't speak until you were 180 degrees vertical.

"You shouldn't stress so much. You should take a day off."

You smiled, "I'm not stressed, just thinking too hard!"

The door opened. Taehyun bowed to you, and you bowed lower. "Sorry again."

Taehyun gently smiled as he walked out of the elevator. Your floor was next. You walked into your studio and flipped on the lights.

Jungwon was sitting in the dark again. "AH! Seriously Won!?"

Jungwon smiled, "Aw, you called me Won. I like Wonnie better, though." "How did you get in here before me?"

He smiled brightly, "I took the stairs. Lazy people take the elevator."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Shut your trap and T pose for me, please."

Jungwon followed your instructions to a T. He happily watched as you focused on his body. You rolled up his sweater and measured his waist. You jotted down your findings and dismissed him. "Alright, I'm done."

Jungwon asked, "When's the last time you had food?"

You thought, "I had coffee." Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, "That's all?"

You paused, "I've been busy tracking you down." Jungwon smiled, "Then it's my responsibility to ensure you've eaten."

As much as you wanted to smart-mouth him, you didn't. You were tired and wanted someone to take care of you. Jungwon saw your guard go down and said, "I'll drive you home after."

Your body tensed, "Nah, it's-" Jungwon smiled, "It's okay. Let's get some food and go home."

You were silent in the car. Once you started eating, your energy went up.

Jungwon said, "You eat like a chipmunk."

You looked up with your cheeks full. Jungwon said, "It's cute." You swallowed and said, "You're cute." Jungwon laughed, "Thank you."

He sat back and watched as you ate ravenously. "You have siblings?"

"No. It's just my mom and I."

He asked, "Really? What's it like having a cool fashion mom?" You deflected, "You have siblings?"

Jungwon laughed, "Woah, answer my question."

You started to throw a tantrum. Swinging your arms and groaning. "It's depressing."

Jungwon laughed, "I'd still like to know."

A long sigh escaped your lips, "My mom's too busy for me. I basically live in a huge mansion all alone."

Jungwon took a sushi roll from my plate, "Well, we could hang out for a few more hours."

You said without thinking, "Just come over."

You froze, he froze.

"I'm down. Your mom gonna freak when she sees us binge-watching movies or something?"

You sighed.

Okay, so I didn't come off the wrong way.

"She doesn't come home. She's a workaholic."

Wonnie laughed, "Okay, what do you want to watch when we get there?"

You were in front of your house. Jungwon was walking with you as you led him to your wing. You had an entire wing dedicated to yourself.

You let him in your room, and he took a look around. "You're a music nerd too?" You leaped over and covered your vinyl collection.

"Let me see." "NO! It's embarrassing."

He pulled you out of the way and looked at it. "Holy shit. You're a K-pop nerd."

You wept, "Stop." He turned around to see your pout, "Oh. I'm sorry."

You sat on the bed, "I used to get bullied for it back in the States. They thought I only liked Asian guys. I don't."

Jungwon sat next to you, "I'm a K-pop Idol. I literally can't judge you for this." You laughed as Jungwon followed you and sat on the bed beside you.

He said, "We can watch a movie."

It wasn't long before you were watching a movie in your bed together. There's a snack bar in your room. It's restocked every week. Jungwon was munching hard as you watched the movie together.

"You already know what the movie is about?"

I laughed, "Rango is my favorite movie."

The song played, "Rangooooo! RANGOOOOOOOoooooOOO."

Jungwon laughed, "You kinda ate that."

You burst out laughing, "Ate? Why are you using that slang."

Wonnie smiled, "It makes my fans happy."

You smiled as you watched the movie.

The first yawn came in, and Jungwon offered, "I could leave."

You shook your head, "No, stay."

After about twenty minutes, your head was falling on his shoulder. Jungwon smiled as he watched you sleep.

He wanted to be courteous, but you looked uncomfortable on his shoulder. He helped you onto your pillow and cuddled next to you.

You woke up to Jungwon sleeping in your bed. He had cuddled into you. You didn't want to move to stir him awake, but Wonnie was a light sleeper.

His eyes fluttered open as his grip on your hip grew tighter, "I fell asleep?"

You smiled, "It's okay. I slept like a baby."

Jungwon was already turning 90 degrees. You followed suit.

Jungwon wiped his face and looked around, "I didn't do anything crazy last night?"

You watched as the memories rushed into his head. "Not at all. I was comfy, and I felt safe." Jungwon instinctively reached for your knee.

That tiny touch ignited a flame. You couldn't help but look down and stare. "Really? I make you feel safe?"

All you did was nod. Jungwon moved his hand quickly, "Sorry."

You wanted to grab his hand and make him touch you everywhere. Your core was throbbing. You couldn't tell if it was because you were sleepy or falling hard.

He slid out of the bed and started to stretch. You saw his shirt go up. A small sight of his v-line had you gnawing at your bottom lip.

Jungwon said, "That was some good sleep."

You watched as he checked his phone. His eyebrows were furrowed as he scrolled. You knew it was his members asking where he was.

You blurted out, "Could you come over again today?"

His eyes looked up. An intense and dangerous look, "To hang?"

His voice was deep and slow. That's how I wanted him.

You slowly nodded as Jungwon kept eye contact. It was like Jungwon was searching for an ulterior motive from you.

Jungwon responded, "I see. You get more aggravated throughout the day."

He laughed to himself. You rolled your eyes and got out of the bed. Your feet dangled from the bed as you slid down. Jungwon noticed how much shorter you've gotten without shoes.

"Wait, you're tiny." You looked up at him and crossed your arms. "Shut the hell up."

Jungwon laughed as he followed you to your bathroom. You handed him a freshly packed toothbrush and brushed your teeth together.

When you were gargling mouthwash, Jungwon asked, "Why do you want me to come over tonight?"

You choked. Jungwon was reaching over, eyes wide, as he tried to help you. You coughed into the sink as blue liquid escaped your throat.

Jungwon swatted your back, "Are you okay?" You nodded, still coughing between your breathing.

Jungwon reluctantly asked again, "Why do you want me over?"

You looked at him, not wanting to answer. You figured you'd tell the truth, "It's scary in the big house alone. I can't sleep at night, and it never feels safe here. I figured since I made a friend, you should come over."

Jungwon blushed, "Friend?" You nodded, "I think we're friends, at least."

Jungwon smiled, "In that case, I'll be over all the time."

You laughed, not taking him seriously.

Jungwon is not a liar. He had essentially moved in. Tonight, he brought a luggage of clothes, his skincare, and a whole bunch of other shit.

"Wonnie, you..."

His cheeks dusted pink, "You called me Wonnie." You ignored that as you pointed to the mess in your room. "This is insane."

He pulled out an entire board game. "I think I have Uno in here."

You watch his eyebrows furrow. Your heart fluttered, "So sexy."

Jungwon's ears turned pink as he looked at you, "What?"

Your heart got quick as you turned away, "Nothing."

Jungwon didn't let it go. He was staring you down as you began shaking. "You think I'm sexy?" You stopped breathing for a moment.

You covered your face and let out a crazy ass scream. Jungwon flinched and then burst out laughing. You looked at him as he wiped tears from his face.

"You're crazy, Y/N-innie."

You smiled, and Jungwon finished unpacking. He gave you a stack of cards, and you shuffled them. "I declare war?"

He nodded as you gave him 26 cards. You were in sync the entire game. You both slammed cards on the carpet at the same time. You smiled as you started winning. You had to play I declare war for two aces.

You won with another ace.

Jungwon was furrowing his eyebrows the entire time, and you felt like you were about to burst. Jungwon grabbed the three cards from his win and put them in his hands.

You laughed, "You only have three cards?" Jungwon looked at you with his eyebrow quirked. His eyes filled with so much fury. "Don't play with me, girl."

You laughed as he lost and cheered as he groaned. "You won by literal luck."

"Whatever, I still won!" You got up and started throwing gang signs up at him as a joke. Jungwon started laughing harshly. He sighed, and his eyes fell on yours.

You asked, "Wanna turn in?" He laughed, "Yeah, turn on a movie? I'll get in the shower."

Your heart quickened as he got up. The thought of him fully naked just one room away made your core ache.

He was gone in the bathroom in a minute. You had already showered before he came to your house. You cuddled into your bed as you heard him shower.

You watched him come back in with his hair wet. He sat on the edge of the bed. You grabbed his towel and dried his hair as he put on his night cream.

Jungwon turned around and threw you into a hug. You yelped as you fell onto the mattress. Jungwon snuggled into you. You inhaled your scent on him.

"Mm, you smell like me." He laughed, "I know. You smell amazing." Your body heated up.

Jungwon was watching you. How your body reacted to his touch. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the chest. It was a really intimate initiation on his part.

But Jungwon saw the way you leaned into his touch. How you reached for him. All day at work, he noticed how you'd only reach to touch him and not any other member.

He liked that. You were drawn to him.

Jungwon can be possessive, not jealous, but a bit stern. He's stubborn and likes being told 'no' to debate his cases.

That's why he likes you. He likes invading your space until you give in.

Sleeping in bed with him was crazy. You knew your house had plenty of rooms for him to sleep in, but you must've forgotten to mention that.

You wanted him next to you.

You poked your leg between his and fell asleep in his arms. You felt so safe and protected with him.

It was 2 AM. You were drowsy as Jungwon got up from some random alarm. You blinked as you watched him get up and pee. He brushed his teeth, and you got up with him.

He jolted out of his skin when he saw you in the doorway. "Ah!"

You laughed as you reached for your toothbrush. Jungwon said, "You scared me."

You smiled, "Now you know what it's like."

You flicked on dim lighting and brushed your teeth with him. You asked, "Do you have a shoot?"

Jungwon shook his head, "No, I have problems sleeping."

You listened as he explained, "I'm used to waking up at 3 AM to get my day started. This is out of habit. I don't have anything to do except practice."

You hugged him, "I have trouble sleeping too."

His hands wrapped around your waist. He led you back to the bed. He was cuddling you in as he spooned you. Your ass hit his crotch, and Jungwon's breath hitched.

Jungwon was thinking of crazy shit to stop the boner from rising. You said you felt safe around him. He couldn't ruin that for you.

You were horny too. It was definitely because of how drowsy you were feeling. Jungwon hit your soft spot, and now you want to be a sweet baby saint.

You aren't, though.

You're new to these kinds of feelings. Before you knew it, your back end was grinding against Jungwon's boner. Your middle was aching for any release.

Jungwon's grip on your waist was tight as he groaned in your ear. "Stop. Not like this."

You turned around to look at him.

His eyes, which were usually soft, looked dazed. His eyebrows furrowed, jaw tight.

"Then how?"

Jungwon shook his head, "I don't like to mess around. I like commitment." You blurted, "Me too."

Jungwon's mouth twitched as he stared at your lips.

You said, "You're tired." You looked between his lips and eyes. He knew what you were thinking. "I'm tired of hiding my feelings."

Jungwon smiled, "Let's go on a date. Friday."

You smiled, "Yeah?" "Yeah. Right now, let's sleep."

He grabbed a pillow and put it between you two. His arms were still pulling you as close as he could. You pouted, "You're putting me on horn arrest."

He laughed, "Yeah, I'll lose control. I want you to still find a safe place with me."

Friday came. You finished up Jake's outfit and called him to your office. He had no makeup and still looked gorgeous.

You thought Heeseung and Jake were the playboy type. You got to know the boys after they came for fittings.

Both of them are simps.

Jake wore his jacket as he looked in the mirror, "This is so sexy! Y/N, how'd you make this with those leather pants?!"

I smiled, "It wasn't that hard. Do you like it?" "I love it. Engenes are gonna love this."

You laughed as he spun in the mirror. "Good, now put the pants on, and tell me how they fit."

You watched him walk into the bathroom. Jake spoke from behind the door, "What's going on with you and Jungwon?"

You were silenced.

You heard Jake's pants drop to the ground and him buckling his jeans on. If that was Jungwon, you'd be passing out. Jake wasn't giving you the hots.

Jake walked out and asked, "Does this make my butt look big?" You stifled a laugh, "Jake baby... nothing will make your butt look big."

He pouted and said, "Pants fit great, I guess. We could add butt pads, though."

You slapped his shoulder as you laughed, "Not happening."

Jake looked over your face and then at your shirt, "Y/N."

You quirked an eyebrow, "What?" Jake's smile slowly spread as he said in English, "That's Jungwon's shirt." You looked down as he continued, "I know because I bought it when we went shopping in Milan."

Your face was on fire as you realized you wore Jungwon's shirt. That's why he was red this morning when he drove you two to work.

"I-" Jake just laughed. He patted your shoulder, "Just don't get pregnant."

You started waving your hands frantically as you rambled, "NO! I can explain! He spent the night, and we almost did. I swear! He was just over because I get lonely! We have a date today! We're not dating-"

Jake covered your mouth, "You're snitching on yourself. Stop talking."

You shuddered as the embarrassment settled in your bones. Jake laughed, "Jungwon is a private guy. He's bad at it, though. We noticed that Jungwon doesn't come home at night. He's not there in the morning, either. We noticed him pack all his essentials. We all know he's involved with someone. Now I know who."

You shook your head in worry, "Is anyone gonna be mad at me?" Jake laughed, "Why would we be? Jungwon is a grown man who can make his own decisions."

You looked up, and Jake's eyes looked so soft. "Have fun on your date. Mrs. Yang." You yelped, "Don't call me that!"

You were in the lobby. In your studio, you touched up your makeup and changed. You wanted to look nice even if you didn't know where the date was.

You didn't know what to expect from Jungwon. He's stoic, not really a PDA type. He knew you were a cuddle bug. He knew you liked to touch him, but you held back.

As Jungwon walked out wearing baggy jeans and a graphic T-shirt, your thoughts stilled. He walked over and kissed your temple sweetly, "Let's go."

He initiated the physical touch. His fingers looped with yours. Your heart was beating fast. He was just so attractive in this light. He drove you to your destination.

It was Karaoke.

"Eh? I didn't expect this." Jungwon smiled, "I heard you sing once, and I liked it. This is just the first part of our date, though."

You smiled as you huddled into a karaoke room. Jungwon handed you the remote, and you shook your head, "I'm embarrassed."

Jungwon looked at you carefully, "The more I get to know you, the more timid you get." You slapped him, "You're breaking down my walls."

Jungwon smiled, "Be comfortable with me. I won't judge you."

You played with your fingers, "I-I am... I'm actually a pretty quiet person."

Jungwon's eyes widened, "What?! No way!"

You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips. Jungwon's smile was full of adoration. "I love making you laugh. I feel like you don't do it often."

You thought to yourself for a moment. "Yeah, I don't." Jungwon turned to the screen. "Let's see if they have Enhypen songs."

You bit your lip. You'd have to pretend you don't know every existing K-pop song.

"WOO! I totally should not have drunk that alcohol." Jungwon laughed, "I shouldn't have ordered it for you. How dare you beg with those puppy eyes."

Jungwon pulled you back on the sidewalk as you slowly strayed toward the road.

Jungwon smiled as he watched you wobble along the sidewalk. "Drink some water, and let's get some food in you. Then we go to our last destination."

You sank in the car, and he buckled your seatbelt. You grabbed his cheek, and he let you pull it.

You whispered, "You're so handsome." Wonnie smiled, "Thank you, honey."

He kissed your forehead and got in his seat. He handed you an already-drunk water bottle. "Do you care that I drank from this?"

You grabbed the water and drank away. Jungwon went through a drive-through for burgers and drove on the highway.

"Where are we going?"

You looked at Jungwon. His smile was light. "You're gonna be super excited."

The ride was long, and your drunk ass was crossing boundaries. First, it started with grabbing Jungwon's hand. It was rough and veiny. His hand rubbed soothing circles over your soft skin.

Then you pulled away and poked his chest. It was as hard as a brick. You're not sure what came over you, but you were grabbing Jungwon's hand and placing it on your thigh.

He checked to see what he was touching, and his face turned beat red. "Y/N! Do you want a jacket?"

You smiled, "I want you."

Jungwon looked at you like you were crazy. He said, "I knew I shouldn't have let you take a sip. That was your first time?"

You smiled, "I want you to be my first time."

Jungwon choked, "I'm turning on some music, and you close your eyes, okay?"

"Okay."

And you knocked tf out.

You regained consciousness when you were tapped. You raised your eyebrow and peeked open. "Dad?"

Jungwon laughed, "It's Daddy to you."

You jolted awake, "O-oh sorry."

You laughed it off. Jungwon sweetly smiled as he walked you into the music store. Your eyes glisten. "This is a dream."

Your fingers touched the piano, and it played. "Whoops."

The owner smiled, "Don't be afraid to play on them."

You smiled and sat down. Your fingers traced the keys. Memories flooding back to you.

Your Dad was a huge music nerd. He taught you how to play everything. When he died, Mom changed.

You pressed a key. Then, you played a song your Dad loved to sing to you.

It was from the movie, 'The Little Prince.' You watched it with him. You actually have a secret tattoo of a box with three holes on your rib. Just a reminder.

'Turn around' played through the store as Jungwon nodded. "What's this?"

You smiled, "It's from a movie my Dad and I used to watch."

Jungwon thought, "You never talk about your Dad." You messed up the song, and Jungwon flinched. You said, "Sorry."

Your mouth dropped, "Are those vintage guitars?"

You ran for the blue one and started strumming. "Since when do you know how to play that?" You looked at Jungwon with a soft smile. You said, "I've always known."

Jungwon laughed, "Well, I brought you here so you could buy vinyl records." You spun your head over to look at the vinyl collection. "Oh! Yes! I need some more."

You left the guitar, gently putting it back in its place. Jungwon said, "I'll pay for it. Get as many as you want."

You quirked your eyebrow, "I'm a nepo baby. I got it."

Jungwon laughed. You gripped the vinyl and embarrassingly said, "There is one I wanted to add to my collection."

Jungwon asked, "Which one?" "Yours." Jungwon's eyes lit up, "Are you an Engene?!" You shook your head, "I'm not a sasaeng or anything!"

Jungwon smiled, "I believe you. Who's your bias?" You said, "It's Sunoo. I love him." Jungwon frowned, "What about me?"

You kissed his cheek and walked away. Jungwon froze as he watched you walk to a different section. "You gotta be careful."

You laughed as he playfully hugged you from behind. You grabbed a vinyl and said, "I need this."

You've been dating Jungwon for three months. It was that time of year. The only time your Mom ever really spoke to you.

The anniversary of your Dad's death.

The only man you've ever trusted and loved. He was gone and hopefully in a better place.

You bit your lip as you and your Mom sat in the living room. She was crying her heart out as she watched the videos of us on the TV.

You've never taken your Mom's working addiction to heart. You knew it was to distract from the pain. Watching her cry was so painful.

You anxiously sat there wondering what to do. You leaned into your Mom's embrace and comforted her. That's what Dad would want. He'd want you to be strong.

As you started to shake, your phone rang. "I'll be back, Mom."

Jungwon was on the other end, "Sick day?" You laughed sadly, "Hey, honey." Jungwon had so much happiness in his voice that it almost cheered you up.

"You okay? You sound sad. You want me to drop by?" You answered quickly, "No! It's okay."

Your Mom started to wail. Jungwon heard it and asked, "What's going on?" You didn't answer, "I'll be at work tomorrow, just not today."

You hung up and ran back to your Mom. She needed you.

The next day, you walked into work. You were commonly dressed up and had a perfect beat face. Today, you weren't trying.

You had your glasses on to hide the bags, a beanie to hide the undone edges, and clothes that swallowed you whole. You were holding onto your metal water bottle for dear life.

You didn't waste money on a Stanely cup, as rich as you are.

You walked into your office, getting glances from staff. You've created friends here.

Heeseung watched you walk into your office, and it wasn't long before you heard a knock on the door. "What Hee?"

Heeseung came in and asked, "What are you wearing?"

You looked down at your outfit and back up at Heeseung. "Fuck you."

Heeseung sighed, "I'll go get Jungwon."

He turned around, but Jungwon was already walking into the studio. Jungwon looked at you with concern in his eyes.

A comforting smile appeared on his face. He silently walked over to you and gripped you into a hug you'd never felt from him. You broke down right then and there. His grip was tight and safe.

It felt like your Dad's.

Heeseung was gone, and the door was closed. "Y/N? What's going on with you." You dismissed it, "No. It's nothing."

Jungwon pulled away. His face was critical. His eyebrows were furrowed in disappointment. "Look at you. You're not okay, honey. You're sobbing, dehydrated, and dressed down."

You cried, "It's not like that. It's just a girl thing." Jungwon laughed, "Your period starts next week."

You sniffled, "How do you know that?" Jungwon hugged you again, "What's wrong? Please tell me. I'm so worried."

You wept, "My Dad... yesterday was the day he died, and I'm still handling it."

Jungwon wiped your tears, "Yeah? Were you close?"

You nodded, "He was my Mom's soulmate."

Jungwon was calm. His eyes followed your every move, every shudder. He cupped your cheeks and whispered, "You wanna take the day off?"

Your body was hot as you cried in his embrace. You wept, "You gonna come over?" Wonnie rocked you in his arms, "Yeah, of course."

His voice was so soft and filled with affection. You looked up at him and cupped his cheeks. You kissed his lips and pulled away. Wonnie quirked his eyebrow, "Yeah. Let's go. I wanna make out in the comfort of your room."

You laughed as he dragged you to his car. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you on the bed. His head buried in your shoulder as you dozed off carefully.

You felt this surge of appreciation. You knew Jungwon had long and hectic days. He worked and would come over to your place and drop.

But, he dropped everything to come see you. He kissed the shell of your ear and whispered sweet nothings. You turned into him and said, "Jungwon."

He smiled, "Yes." Your heart quickened as you said words you never thought you'd tell anyone anytime soon.

"I love you."

He froze, eyes wide.

He carefully flipped you under him and kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped into your mouth. He bit your bottom lip, and you gasped. He pulled away, "God. You're so adorable."

Jungwon got from on top of you.

There was silence as you realized he didn't say it back. You opened your mouth to speak but were interrupted by the door opening.

"Y/N, do you know wh-"

You shot up as you saw your mother double-take between you two.

"Who the hell is this?" You were about to talk, but Jungwon said, "I'm Jungwon. Y/N's boyfriend. She never told you about me?"

He smirked at you. Your Mom said, "No."

Her face was slowly growing into anger. "What were you two doing?"

Jungwon smiled sweetly, "We were about to nap."

Your Mom looked at you as if this was all bullshit. "Yeah? Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?"

Jungwon shrugged. "I don't mind at all. I'd love to meet you officially."

Your Mom was giving you the kind of stare she did before beating your ass. You said bluntly, "Mom, we weren't having sex."

She responded with sas, "Well, I would hope so! Get your ass downstairs. Jungwon, stay here."

You got out of the bed reluctantly. Your feet touched the ground, and you felt nerves flutter.

"Okay."

Jungwon smiled at you. You knew he was gonna tease you for this later. You got into the hallway, and to your surprise, your mother was beaming.

"You little nigga!"

You laughed out of disbelief, "H-huh?"

Your Mom punched your arm, "Jungwon? How long have you two been dating?"

You asked, confused, "Mom? Why aren't you mad?"

Her face fell a little. You watched as she said, "I'm not here for you. I know I'm not, and I can't promise I'll be there in the future. I'm happy you found someone to help with the pain."

You blinked, and anger slowly boiled in your stomach. "What do you mean? You're not even gonna try?"

Your Mom's face dropped, "I- Of course I will."

You shut her down, "No, Mom. I don't want to hear it." That was the first time you've slightly snapped on your Mom.

Her eyes softened, "I'm sorry." You shook your head, "No. You admitted that you don't want to try to get better. You're glad Jungwon is here because you don't feel like being supportive of your own daughter."

Your Mom furrowed her eyebrows, "AYE! You listen to me! I have been working my goddamn ass off every single fucking day for you! Do you think this house keeps up by itself?! Your Dad was the breadwinner, not me. He was the musician! You aren't gonna sit here and blame me! I'm human, and I lost the love of my goddamn life! I'm a single mother and don't know how to navigate!"

Her breathing became irregular, "You don't know how much I do for you. I try so hard, I cry every morning, and work through it because I can't stand to think about how much pain you're in."

She gripped both your wrists with passion. "I love you! You hear that?! So I made fucking dinner, invite your damn boyfriend."

She stormed off. You didn't know how to feel. She invalidated your feelings and validated them at the same time.

You held in a sob as you walked back into the room. "Okay."

Jungwon looked at you worriedly, "She beat your ass?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "You were listening anyway."

He laughed and pulled you into a hug, "I was."

Wonnie kissed your head, "Let's get you cleaned up, snot face. You've been crying all day."

You laughed pathetically in his arms.

Dinner was awkward that day. A lot of unearthed feelings were radiating from the dinner table.

Your Mom says I love you too much while Wonnie hasn't said it.

It's confusing you. That dinner was a week ago. It was time to confront the problems.

Jungwon would come over frequently. It wasn't an issue for your Mom. It was an issue for you, though. You knew that she knew Jungwon was there. She knows you two were canoodling and doesn't care to check.

Now, you purposely invite him when she's not there. You feel like you have to sneak him in.

As for Jungwon, you hadn't mentioned the 'I love you' situation. You were annoyed by his silence but scared he'd run.

Unfortunately, you need him right now.

It was the day you finished Ni-ki's outfit. He was telling you it fit as you spaced off. You were used to him being a yapper. Ni-ki actually talks so much.

It's insane.

When Ni-ki put his hand in your face, you realized you spaced off. You snapped back to reality, "What?"

Your attitude is loud and clear. Ni-ki said, "Nevermind, your shit sucks."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What were you talking about?" Ni-ki sighed, "Nothing. Why are you so quiet today?"

I smiled sarcastically, "Because you've been so talkative. I didn't know this was conversation."

Jungwon knocked on the door. Both of you turned as he walked in. Jungwon was dressed in his usual clothes.

He greeted Ni-ki, "Hey."

Jungwon scooted past Ni-ki and gave you a hug. "Hi, honey."

You responded, "Hi, babe."

Jungwon sat in the second chair, and you and Ni-ki looked at him. "What?" Jungwon asked. You blinked as you looked at Ni-ki.

Ni-ki said, "Nothing. You just interrupted our argument."

Jungwon waved his hand, "continue."

Ni-ki happily obliged, "Anyways. You don't talk about anything important."

You rolled your eyes, "Recite everything you just talked about then."

Ni-ki stopped to think. When Ni-ki had no response, you said, "Exactly."

Jungwon laughed, "You two argue a lot." You balled your fist at Ni-ki, "He's my arch nemesis."

Ni-ki rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom to change. You turned to Jungwon, "What's up, babe?"

He shrugged, "Nothing, today is just not my day. I'm tired."

You understandingly smiled. This week, Jungwon wouldn't be there when you woke up and to cuddle you at night.

You know he came over at some point. He's just been too busy to stay for long. He was making time for you. But it'd always felt rushed.

Ni-ki walked out in his saggy ass pants. You threw a pencil at his buttcrack, "Pull your fucking pants up, loser." Ni-ki flicked you off and walked into the hallway.

His ass probably went to go freak dance with his girlfriend.

(OT7 Dancing for Enhypen link Here. Sorry, shameless plug)

You turned back to Jungwon and let your fingers interlock. "Let's go home, yeah?"

He nodded quietly as you two left the building together. You got in his car and watched him closely. His blinking was slower than usual.

You weren't used to your boyfriend like this. He's usually in an upbeat mood. Not today.

When you entered your wing, he said, "I'm gonna nap. I have a schedule tomorrow at 4 AM."

You pouted as you stood on your tippy toes. You ran your fingers through Jungwon's hair for comfort.

"You seem tired." Jungwon cupped your face, his eyes low, "I'm exhausted. Can I hold you until I fall asleep?"

You nodded.

It wasn't long before Jungwon was lying in your bed, arm wrapped around you as he cuddled into your neck.

His sleep was heavy. You stayed up to watch Run Jin because he appeared in an episode.

You were laughing silently until his manager called. You watched Jungwon groan and answer the phone, "Hello?"

You only heard Jungwon's half of the conversation. The next thing you know, Jungwon was up and smiling.

You smiled at him, "What, baby?"

Jungwon said, "Guess what!?" You were giggling now, "What?"

He slumped down and kissed you. It was deep, intimate, and passionate.

The way his hands grabbed your cheeks and pulled you close.

Jungwon was the one to pull away and said, "I got the day off tomorrow. My photo shoot got canceled because the photographer quit."

You laughed, "Wow, what good luck."

Jungwon was excitedly cheering as he kissed you again. You didn't miss how he tilted his head to get better access.

You didn't miss how tight his grip was on your hips. As he slowly pushed himself on top of you, you pushed him away.

"What's gotten into you!"

He laughed, "I get to spend time with my beautiful girlfriend. I'm excited."

You gave him another peck and said, "I have a question."

Jungwon nodded his head at you.

He pulled away to sit beside you, and you scooted to the headboard.

"Remember the day you met my mom?"

Jungwon asked, "Last month?"

You nodded and looked into his eyes. You wanted to know if he could guess what you were about to say. There was no twinkle in his eye.

You said, "I told you I love you, and you didn't say it back." Jungwon jumped. His eyes widened as he looked at you, "I didn't?"

You moped, "And you haven't said it since. You don't have to tell me you love me, but It's scary that you haven't even talked about it."

Wonnie pulled you on his lap and cupped your cheeks, "I love you. I'm sorry, I must've forgotten to tell you. I really do love you."

You pouted, "But how could you forget something like that?"

Jungwon frowned, "I don't know."

You blurted, "Then show me how much you love me."

Jungwon kissed you softly and cuddled you, "I will."

You and Jungwon have made it to the five-month mark. You two were still yet to have sex.

There was a lot of heated tension growing between you two. You'd try to start something at night, but he'd always stop you.

Kisses would get too heated, cuddle sessions got too horny, and driving would get too touchy-feely.

You knew it was because he was tired, but there was also something underlying.

He probably thinks you're not ready.

You have a nervous laugh problem. When you'd initiate intimacy, you'd start laughing. Jungwon probably thinks you're joking around.

You weren't.

Now you're texting his phone ominously.

You

Baby we need to talk

🫧Wonnie🫧

What did I do???

You

It's actually kinda serious and about our relationship... can we meet at my place after work?

🫧Wonnie🫧

Yeah ofc

🫧Wonnie🫧

Did I do something wrong?

You

No not at all!! You're perfect😚😚😚😚

🫧Wonnie🫧

Okay so you're not breaking up with me?

You

No baby

🫧Wonnie🫧

THANK GAWD OMG😫

🫧Wonnie🫧

I ALMOST DIED LAWD JESUS

🫧Wonnie🫧

In the middle of our En 'o clock shoot is CRAZY

🫧Wonnie🫧

I literally yelled cut and ran off set and all the boys are worried now

🫧Wonnie🫧

can't be doing that shit omg😭

You

I'M SORRY! YOU SHOULD KNOW I WOULDN'T WANNA BREAK UP WITH U EVER BRUH

You

LOCK IN

🫧Wonnie🫧

I'm locked and loaded bruv

You

😭😭😭😭

🫧Wonnie🫧

ok I love you and I'll see you around 11

You

I love you too MWAH xoxoxoxo i'l see you

Now you wait. When you sent that message, It was 8 AM. Now you had to wait 15 hours until he got home.

You did a lot of bullshit. You styled some clothes for Hongjoong, answered text messages, went to the grocery store with your Mom, and cleaned your room. Shit, you even played the SZA album!

It was only 4 PM.

You still had 6 hours to go.

You decided to take a nap. What's the worst that could happen other than fucking up your sleep schedule?

You slept six and a half hours only to wake up to Jungwon watching you sleep.

Jungwon said, "What time did you sleep last night?"

You shook your head, "I went to sleep with you."

Jungwon kissed your forehead and cuddled into bed with you. "Your Mom was cooking and asked if you wanted anything."

You shook your head, "The nap filled me up."

He smiled, "Oh yeah?"

He kissed your cheek. You turned around to cuddle into his chest, and your breathing softened. Jungwon felt so safe. He was strong, possessive, and protective.

Sometimes, he got jealous of his own members. But he never took that out on you. He was so soft with you, so cuddly.

You were his human.

Your eyes started to shut again as your mind fogged. Jungwon's hands went lower as he gripped your waist.

His fingers played with the idea of grabbing your ass.

You asked, "What time did you get here?" You yawned. Jungwon tenderly spoke, "I got here around 8. The shoot finished early. I ended up having a meal with your Mom."

You pouted, "You waited for me to wake up?"

He nodded, "Yeah. What'd you wanna talk about?"

You slid your leg between him, getting closer to his warmth. "Why haven't we had sex yet? It's been five months."

Jungwon said softly, "I wasn't aware that you wanted to have sex."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Remember the time I started humping you when we were making out? When I touched you in the car? Jesus, I literally feel you up every chance I get. I shove my hand up your shirt and unbuckled your belt."

Jungwon laughed, "You weren't kidding around? Wow. In that case, we can get to it right now."

You jolted as you looked up at him. Jungwon's eyes went dark. His smile and dimple didn't help.

Your boyfriend was always cute, but not right now.

He was sexy. He was masculine.

His breath was heavy as he said, "Wanna make out? See where it goes?"

You nodded shyly. Jungwon flipped you on to him. Now, you were on his lap as he straddled your hips.

"Wonnie, wait."

Jungwon pulled your arm so you'd fall into his chest. He kissed you deeply. His tongue slipped past your lips. When he pulled away, you let out a breathy moan.

"Ha~"

Jungwon was as hard as a rock. You pressed your forehead against his. Jungwon asked, "What? What do you want me to wait for?"

You closed your eyes as you confessed, "You'd be my first."

Jungwon kissed your neck, and you whimpered. Never has he kissed that far down before.

He kept it PG with you. You've never seen him look at you with such hungry eyes before. Jungwon let go of your arm, and his hands traveled to your ass.

His grip was rough as he squeezed. You felt your flesh jiggle back in place as he pulled away. His kisses were soft on your collarbone.

You bit your lip as his hands lifted your shirt.

"I'm supposed to be your one and only." Jungwon looked at you seriously. You shuddered.

Jungwon lifted his shirt, and you took in his bare chest. Your breath hitched as you took in his broad shoulders. His muscles led to his neck.

You loved the way his arms flexed when he gripped your hips tighter.

You said, "You are." Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? Can you take off your shirt for me?"

You nodded. Wonnie's voice was so soft, but his eyes were so dangerous.

You pulled off your shirt, and Jungwon pulled you to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Jungwon said, "Don't be nervous. You can tell me to stop whenever you want, and I will."

You looked at his beat red ears. You could tell Jungwon was serious when he said that. You only nodded.

Jungwon cupped your cheek. His thumb played with your bottom lip. He said, "Say it. I need spoken consent." You smiled, "I want you."

He needily groaned as he inched closer for another kiss. You jerked back and said, "You say it."

Jungwon sighed, kissing your earlobe, "Say what?"

You said, "Those three words that make me crazy."

Jungwon laughed lightly in your ear. His breath was hot against your burning ears. His voice was quiet. He whispered, "I love you, baby."

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he kissed your chest. Now, you were at the foot of the bed as he topped you. His hand slid under your bra as he played with your tits.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him kiss your chest. He took your bra off, and your boobs popped out.

You instinctively tried to cover yourself. Jungwon's fast reflexes grabbed your wrists. He quirked an eyebrow.

Your stern boyfriend said, "Let me see you."

His eyes looked at your breast and back up at you.

Jungwon was careful as he lifted your arms above your head. He kissed your nipples, and soon he was taking your tits in his mouth.

Your moan was unexpected. You didn't expect it to sound so needy. Jungwon stared at you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You felt his tongue swirl around your nipple, and you felt your core starting to ache.

Something about the way he was looking at you, the way he was groaning a little himself.

You were TURNED ON.

You felt your hips start to rock, and Jungwon pushed your hips against the mattress. "Not yet, baby."

You whimpered as he played with your hard nipples. Jungwon started kissing down your stomach, sucking.

He had already left a hickey on your chest and neck. You were sure he was gonna leave more all over your stomach.

His finger played with your clothed core.

You gasped, feeling good. You whimpered as Wonnie's fingers hooked into your shorts. He pulled them down and replaced your clothes with kisses.

Jungwon took your panties off with the shorts. You heard them plop to the ground. His hungry breath tickled your bud.

Your hands traveled to his hair as you scrubbed his scalp. Jungwon looked up at you, "You ever masturbated before?"

You nodded, "Plenty of times."

Jungwon asked, "Anything bigger than your fingers?"

You shook your head, "I'm scared too."

He let out a long sigh. You felt like you were burdening him with this responsibility.

That changed when his mouth connected with your core. You gasped from the feelings.

Jungwon's tongue traced around your bud before sucking down harshly. You moaned loudly. Jungwon smiled against your clit.

You felt his tongue swipe between your folds as he tongued you.

His tongue is going in your hole. You pushed his head closer as he kissed your clit.

You whined when he pulled away. His hand gripped your thigh as the other one teased your opening.

You felt your pussy clench as you ached for his friction.

Jungwon stuck a singular finger inside of you. His mouth kissed around your thighs softly.

Your eyes rolled behind your eyelids as your felt him suck on a sensitive spot on your inner thigh.

After he left about ten hickeys in your thighs, his mouth was back to your pussy. He said against your core, "You taste good, honey."

You begged, "I need more."

Jungwon added another digit and picked up his pace. Your hips started to grind against him. The pain from his second finger melted into pleasure.

You said, "I can handle another finger."

Jungwon looked up at you. His eyes were so dark. "Yeah?"

You innocently nodded as you felt him stick a third finger inside your hole.

Your eyes squeezed shut in pain, but you took it. Jungwon said, "I'm bigger than these three fingers, honey."

You moaned again.

His tongue flicked your clit. His fingers stayed still in you until he felt you clench around his fingers again. He started moving inside of you.

You felt the stretch as he moved faster and faster. "Fuck."

You don't remember if it was you or him who said that.

You only remember the pleasure that coursed through your stomach. You started to shake. You confessed, "I'm gonna cum."

Jungwon smiled and said, "Cum for me, baby."

He started getting rougher as your climax came. It wasn't long before you were cumming around his fingers. He watched your face in fascination.

His dick hardened more as he watched the way your eyebrows upturned. The way you moaned his name, your chest rising and falling at a quick pace.

He pulled his fingers out and watched your cum flow out.

Jungwon smiled, "Yeah? I made you feel that good?"

You whimpered. Jungwon was back on your lips. His mouth messily caught around yours. His tongue swiped across yours as you heavily breathed. He kissed your cheeks and asked, "You ready?"

You wrapped your legs around his waist and said, "Can I catch my breath."

He let his body weight fall on you. You let out a calm breath. Jungwon said, "Your heartbeat is fast."

You whined, "I'm nervous."

Jungwon kissed your collarbone.

After a minute or two passed, you got your breathing regular. Jungwon's bare and warm chest rose and fell against yours. The weight of a grown man grounded you.

You said, "I'm ready."

Jungwon said, "You'll be okay. I'll be gentle."

You let him go and watched as he unbuttoned his pants. His pants dropped. You saw how hard he was through his boxers. It looked huge.

You watched as he pulled it out. His veins protruded, and white cream spilled out his tip. He finally whined, "Ha~ You look so cute."

You let out a calm breath. Jungwon inched closer as he tortured himself with your folds.

The friction of his dick rubbing against your clit caused a whine.

Jungwon said, "You're gonna be so tight."

You felt him slide himself into your hole. Your grip on his arm tightened from the pain. Jungwon was right.

He's so much bigger than three fingers.

He was slow as he pushed himself into you. He didn't stop until his tip brushed against your G-spot.

Your heart beat out of your chest. You've never been this close to anyone before.

Jungwon kissed your cheeks and sweetly said, "Tell me when to move, baby." You nodded as your eyes shut. His dick was throbbing inside you.

You knew it was taking a lot of self-restriction to stop from fucking into you. You took a slow breath, "Move."

Jungwon moved slowly. Your breaths were shaky as you tried to ease the pain.

Jungwon kissed your neck, and it helped with the pain strangely.

You let his thrust get rougher because you liked it. You liked how his dick gently hit against the gummy spot.

You were all whimpers. Jungwon babbled, "Shit, you feel so good. So tight. God, I fucking love you." His fingers rubbed soft circles over your clit. His thrusts were sharp. You wrapped your legs around him, and he cried, "Fuck. Taking me so well."

His eyes darkened as he looked you in the eyes, "You're mine."

He kissed you deeply. It was messy. Your pussy clenched around him. "Shit. S-so tight."

His hips rolled into you, and you felt this knot in your stomach. You said, "F-faster."

You were whimpering and moaning in his ear. Jungwon's hips were moving on their own. His hips went faster, rougher.

Your pussy starts to squelch, his hips colliding with yours, causing a sound of impact.

Your back began to arch as you felt him hit into your G-spot again. It was harder than before.

You felt him move it further back, and you cried, "I'm gonna cum."

You started to shake. Your pussy clenched around Jungwon's dick as you began to cum and squirt. Jungwon moaned, "Fuck. You're squirting."

You were whimpering as Jungwon fucked you through your orgasm. You couldn't think. His thumb rubbed slowly against your clit.

Jungwon slid out and rubbed himself to a climax. He came in his hand and sighed. His grunts as he flowed through his orgasm were so hot.

He walked into your bathroom, and you heard the water run.

He came back with a warm rag and wiped you down. It wasn't long before he was cuddling into you. He said, "Let's go on a date tomorrow."

You nodded as you yawned.

The next day, you realized your boyfriend was a freak.

He took you to an expensive restaurant and dressed you in a dark red dress that barely covered your ass.

Do you know why?

So he could stare at the hickey's he left on your neck and inner thighs.

That night ended with more sex. He was between your legs for hours. You went five rounds when he finally ached to drill into you.

Jungwon was relentless. He told you how to position yourself and didn't stop even when you couldn't take it anymore.

Jungwon was stern in the bedroom, and it was hot. It was your favorite thing to watch his eyebrows furrow as he gripped your thighs and pulled you back in.

You loved to watch him say 'no.'

You loved him.

Ma-ki Fan Fiction on May 18th

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wrestlingwreck · 3 days ago

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LivDom's Problems

This is probably more of a vent post than anything else, but I said I would make a post about this at some point, so here it is. If you're a LivDom fan you're gonna wanna scroll past this.

Right off the bat I'm going to disclose that I am a RheaDom and L4B truther, but this post isn't about them. I'm going to do my best to view LivDom in a vacuum, without comparing them to other ships, except where it would be unavoidably relevant.

I also want to say that I have no issue with Liv or Dom as characters. I actually love both of them as SEPARATE ENTITIES. My problems begin and end with them as a couple. Also, this is in no way meant to hate on LivDom fans. I'm not going to tag this as LivDom because anyone scrolling through that tag probably doesn't want to see posts against them. This is purely an opinion.

Also, I know it's all kayfabe, but I'm treating it like it's real, because it's more fun that way.

With that said, I'm going to start with my most biased point, as it's based mainly on personal preference.

1. PDA

The amount of PDA shown by this couple is something I find to be uncomfortable, but more than that, it feels too showy, like they're overcompensating for the cameras. They're constantly hanging off each other, rubbing noses, making suggestive comments, and using pet names. It's Like they have to PROVE that they're a real, happy couple.

Additionally, Liv's insistence on calling Dom 'Daddy' is just... gross. I'm not against Mommy/Daddy kinks- some could even say I understand the appeal- but it crosses the line when someone calls their partner that in public in what is clearly supposed to be a sexual manner. I don't want to be forced to hear a woman call a man Daddy, and I don't know many people that do.

Also- and this is again more down to preference- you will never show me this man and convince me that he is 'Daddy.'

2. How They Started

Dominik and Liv literally got together because Dominik CHEATED ON RHEA WITH LIV IN FRONT OF HER AFTER SABOTAGING HER TITLE MATCH. Regardless of your feelings on RheaDom, that is deeply wrong. It also establishes a pattern of behavior.

We always knew that Dominik is a slimy little weasel- it's one of the funniest things about him. He betrayed his family for the Judgment Day, then betrayed Rhea for Liv. It isn't out of the question that he will eventually betray Liv for someone else.

Namely, another champion.

I'm not saying that this would ever actually happen, but it goes to further my point. When Tiffany essentially hit on Dom when talking about cashing in her briefcase, he didn't look uncomfortable or annoyed.

He looked... intrigued.

Until, that is, Liv looked back at him and he realized that his girlfriend might be upset.

It wasn't exactly the reaction of someone who is unquestionably loyal to Liv, is all I'm saying

3. His Reasoning

To start, I'm just going to quote Dominik verbatim as to why he chose Liv over her.

"Now, I got a girl that calls me Daddy. She gives me tendies whenever I want, she lets me play video games whenever I want, she lets me be me. And, she did something you could never do- finally helping me beat my deadbeat dad."

Does this sound like someone who chose Liv because he just loves her so, so much? Or does this sound like a spoiled child talking about why he wants his babysitter to be his real mom?

He only talks about what Liv does/did for him. He doesn't say that she's kind/smart/courageous. He focuses on her physical appeal and how she indulges him.

He also claims that he was embarrassed to call Rhea 'Mami,' but the first time he does it is of his own volition, and Rhea seemed visibly surprised when it happened.

4. Finally, Communication

Dominik isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer- this is nothing new- and he's not particularly skilled at reading the room. He doesn't pick up on tone or subtext. He doesn't read between the lines. He takes words at face value and doesn't question them. He requires clear communication, especially if someone is upset with him.

Liv is not someone adept at clear communication. She's passive-agressive and doesn't always say what she thinks. It's played for laughs, but it's still true.

After Rhea wins the title back from Liv, Dominik asks if Liv is mad at him for trying to hug Rhea (which he explained away as him trying to steal the title, even though he would know damn well that's not how it works), and Liv says that she isn't mad in a tone that makes it very, very clear that she is, indeed, mad.

Dominik, however, doesn't question this. He takes her words at face value, despite Finn, JD, and even Carlito being able to tell that Liv is at least a little upset with him. Eventually, we're led to believe that Liv just got over it, but the core issue of communication was not solved.

In Conclusion

Without taking other relationships like RheaDom and L4B into consideration, I propose the claim that Liv and Dominik are, in my opinion, the WORST kind of straight couple. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#wwe #wwe raw #dominik mysterio #liv morgan #rheadom #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x dominik mysterio #don't like don't interact

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marshmallowprotection · 23 hours ago

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Thinking about comforting VAE Saeran with cuddles after he wakes up from a nightmare so horrible it pulled Ray out of the front and left him horrified in panic too (could be maid AU or could not be but you know me)

It felt like there was a weight on his chest.

An impossible weight that wouldn't go away no matter how much he tried to claw at his skin. Like a pillar, a support beam, concrete that'd nearly been the death of them but also had been the reason why they hadn't died. Neither Ray nor Saeran died that night even though that was what they set out to do when they pressed the button. They lived through that night, and the days following it, clinging to the idea that something would put them out of their memory.

Nothing ever did, though. Rather, in the heat of dust and ash, a man extended his hand and dug them out of the dirt to ensure they lived. They had been upset at him, bitter and angry that he would come to save them after they'd already been destroyed beyond repair, but he promised a better life if they gave him a chance.

They took that chance, but they didn't know taking it wouldn't change the pain that came from living after a nightmare. That nightmare was their reality every time they closed their eyes! It wouldn't go away, it wouldn't stop, and it wouldn't let them get restful sleep.

Burn, burn, burn, that nightmare growled. You're on fire!

These memories jolted Ray awake every night until he threw himself out of bed. Normally, that would pull them out of the flashback, but for some reason, this time was different. This time was worse. Saeran felt every last inch of the flames stroke his sensitive skin like a gust of pollen chasing after someone with an allergy. Angry hives tingled and hissed whenever something touched his skin.

His clothes, the air, the blanket, the bed, the dirt, the hardwood floor, the melted PC and all its parts creeping across the—

It felt like he was there again.

The scars from that night hadn't disappeared. They burrowed deeper and deeper inside of his chest until he could no longer distinguish his reality from fiction. Night time was the worst because Ray could feel the smoke begin to creep up his throat and singe his skin, screaming until he could no longer remember the sound of his voice, and when he could no longer withstand the memory that danced between past and present?

Saeran stepped in to spare him the pain. But, there was no one who could do the same for him. He was a protector, he was supposed to be strong, and here he was, gasping for air as he wondered if he was trapped in a burning building or in a bedroom with someone who had nothing but love in their heart for both him and Ray.

It felt like he was going to die.

Wilting away just like a dying flower in an abandoned garden with no gardener left to save him.

I don't want to die! Saeran's mind pleaded with itself. I don't want Ray to die, either! I don't want us to die! Don't leave us here to die! I need to survive so I can make him happy! I need—

"Saeran," a voice whispered his name. He couldn't tell where it came from, but he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes and see the blue sky taunting him. It taunted him for hours as he wondered if that God they once heard about would stop mocking them with a Hell that felt personally catered to them. A sky they could never touch as they lay in agonizing pain.

Make it stop... make it stop...!

"Saeran, can you hear me?"

Something touched his shoulder and he yanked his body away from the source. He winced at the static that came with it, but it was just enough to make him open his eyes. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room, he realized he wasn't sitting in a pile of rubble, but he wasn't in the bedroom, either.

I'm not... lying in the dirt?

He was in a living room. His back was propped up against a couch and the faint smell of ash still choked his lungs as he sucked in a hot breath. He noticed a fireplace in the corner of the room, and a giant patch of water spread across the floor as if someone doused the fire not long ago. His heart continued to surge against his ribs even as his eyes settled on a vision of someone who normally brought him peace and security.

Your concerned eyes were on him but you had placed your hands in your lap where he could see them and know that they wouldn't try to touch him again.

Not Mint Eye.

Somewhere else.

Where?

"Where...?"

"Saeyoung's cabin," you answered, slowly and clearly so as not to make him feel any more confused. "He offered to let us stay here for the weekend so you could enjoy the fresh snow."

"No, I'm... I'm not... I'm supposed to be..." he trailed. He was supposed to be in the rubble of Mint Eye where nobody could ever find him. He wasn't free from that place. They were meant to die there. That was a fact he felt to be certain when he woke up. But, if he was there, there wouldn't be a chance in hell you would be there.

He hadn't met you until after the explosion. He wouldn't go anywhere his brother frequented unless he had forgiven him... unless there had been a change in his world that made him see different from what his liar of a Savior told him. He couldn't be in that wretched building, nor could Ray... not as long as he sat in this room with you.

How could his body betray him when he was the one who always brought Ray out of the memory?

How could his mind betray him and leave him in a blurry haze where nothing felt right?

How could he not be strong enough?

"I'm scared," he eventually admitted.

Your gentle eyes didn't leave his. "What can I do for you, honey pie? It doesn't matter what it is, even if you can only think of one word to ask for it. I'm here for you."

What did he want?

"Hold me," he whispered. The agonizing itch was still there but the thought of your touch didn't sound repulsive. It sounded better than the alternative. He didn't want the pressure of the pillar to eat him alive. If he had to be crushed, he wanted it to be in your arms instead. "I need you to hold me."

So, with open arms, you pulled him against your chest and he buried his face against your chest in the hopes of finding a firm heartbeat to confirm this wasn't a dream. It couldn't be a dream if you felt warm. A dream would never let him know someone's warmth when all he ever felt was the flames. Flames were nothing compared to a tender touch born of love.

Thump, thump, thump...

It felt alive in ways he didn't.

Neither he nor Ray had told you what happened to them in detail, but there would come a day when they would have to do it.

"I've got you," you said. "I don't know what frightened you so much... but I promise I'll hold you as long as you want me to. You don't have to be afraid alone... neither of you have to be. Not Ray, and not you, Saeran."

At least, he had the peace of mind of knowing you would love them all the same.

#sensetenou #ask #mod kait #mystic messenger #mysme #saeran choi #mysticmessenger #mm #choi saeran #vae ray #vae saeran #drabble #ray mystic messenger #ray mm #ray mysme #saeran mystic messenger #saeran mm #saeran mysme

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midnight-mourning · 7 months ago

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I'm back! (for the most part)

Hello, hope everyone is doing alright, needed a few more days than I expected. BUT, here now and slowly working on being more active. May take me a bit but plan to get caught up with everything and the likes. Going to release promptobers throughout the next couple of days, along with anything else I'm currently working on. Expect some updates on the oneshot, ch. 35 and so on as well ^-^ Thank you all for your paitence and hope to be back to regularly posting soon!

some medical/mental stuff below the cut if you're curious, I was going to save this for the ch. 35 note, but figured I might as well just say it now as it's part of the reason my return was delayed

SO, haven't really spoken on it but I've had a sinus infection for about two months now and gonna be so fr with you all, it's sucked. Like, i've never had one this bad before and it just totally knocked me on my ass. I've been tired, dazed/brain fog, some bad headaches/face pain, all the really fun stuff. I made the joke that I spent like two days of being 23 healthy and the rest of the time I've been sick lmao

But anyway, I kept waiting to see if it would clear up on it's own (and for like a week or so there my health insurance was messed up so there was that to deal with) and it just, didn't. And with everything going on with research (esp this past week) I just made myself tough through it hoping it would get better, and it didn't. So, finally went to the doctor and got on some meds and I'm feeling a LOT better.

The point to all this is to say, I've had no motivation to write beyond very small bursts and thus why I've been putting out promptobers but not the latest chapter of CS. My energy has just been super low, and I had a lot of brain fog for several weeks and I just, couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it was a little bit of writer's block from stress too, not super sure

I took the break mainly bc things with research just got, really shitty for a few days there and I just needed time away from everything for bit esp with the sickness issues. Thankfully, things are working out a bit better this week people-wise and hopefully we'll continue to go up from here.

As for why I was gone the few extra days, the stuff they put me on made me feel physically great, but it also made me feel like doing absolutely nothing for a day or so. But, figured out the timing for those so now it's manageable to get through the next week and hopefully I'll be fully back to normal by then ^_^

TL;DR if you can go to the doctor when you're sick, go. It is NOT worth the discomfort, stress, etc to not. Also, take a break when you're stressed, does wonders for your mental health

well, since you took the time to read all of this, enjoy these pictures of a cat that showed up at my parents place a few days ago. She’s a bengal! Which makes her the second stray that's shown up that is incredibly rare/bred to look like that (the first is Nubs, my idiot who eats everything if any of you recall). Not to worry, she went home to (hopefully) her forever family early yesterday :)

#you don't realize how out of it you are until you're back in it man #like being on autopiliot and then all of the sudden BAM #feeling normal???#and good???#having coherent thoughts???#wild #not to mention if I can survive my exam tuesday I'll get a bit of my free time back #legit if i haven't been doing school or promptobers i've been aimless #it was the worst~#but now I'm good and i hope I stay good~#im gonna be really sad if I dont~#god the drafts are full rn fr fr #y'all are getting fed after I starved you for a week lmao #void shouting

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ridingthatd · 4 months ago

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'𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒`

'needy jjk!man × fem!reader`

`filthy, dirty, kinky'

dominate, submissive, size kink, underwear sniffing kink, fat cock, breeding, knotting, nipple play, degrading kink, cummin in pants, etc...

you're a filthy slut aren't you? there's no point of denying it anymore. no point of feeling confused and frustrated one why you're such a perverted dirty whore, on why your pussy is always begging for cock, on why your mind is corrupted with lewd dirty thoughts that can't be said out loud.

you finally realized that you're just a pathetic needy slut who needs a fat cock to turn her insides into mush from rutting into her cervix. who needs her dirty fantasies to be true. and you have finally met someone who can turn them into reality. someone's who's just as needy and pathetic as you.

"aw does my sweet baby wants me to suck on his little hard nipples? hm?" you coo at your boyfriend, who has a whiney frown on his face. his mouth falls open as he whines giving you a full view of his wet tongue that you wanna suck on.

"tch, i told you to stop calling me that" he huffs out embarrassed at how turned on he is by your words. you chuckle before squeezing one of his nipples into your mouth while you pinch the other between your fingers. he immediately gasp at the contact of your wet warm tongue sucking hard on his tender nipple.

his fat cock was so hard in his boxers, you can see the outline of his dick leaking and twitching, like it wants to jump free out of his now tight boxers; how cute. you can feel your boyfriends steamy breath fanning against your face.

you don't even have to open your eyes to know what face he has on right now, you already know his eyes would into the back of his head, mouth half opened as drool runs down his pink lips. grunting and huffing like a dog in heat.

your boyfriend was a big guy, he was never the type of guy that you would expect to be a manwhore. but look at him now, all whiney and needy as you grind your hand against his hard on.

he beg you to slip your hand inside- he wants to feel your warm hands on his leaking fat cock, sloppily stroking it but instead you tell him you won't touch his cock unless he squirt his warm seeds, filling his underwear with hot cum.

and that's exactly what he does, it only took you a couple of strokes through the fabric while you suck on his nipple to get him cumming hard in his boxer. he lay down trembling, while he watch you through heavy eyelid stripping him from his boxers.

taking it in your hand just for your tongue to peak out and nastly lick the cum that's on the boxer. he groan watching you. but you don't stop there, you take the boxer and place it on your dripping pussy. grinding the boiling cum filled fabric against your pussy, coating your needy cunt with his seeds.

you start humping his underwear, eyes rolling behind your skull at the feeling of the rough fabric against your clit and the warmess of his cum grinding against your pussy. "you fucking dirty whore" your boyfriend growls out as he watches you, causing you to whimper loudly at his comment.

"yea? you want to be talked to like a dumb fuckmutt? pathetic slut" he finally breaks as he shoved you under him. finally getting you under him, seeing you break and try to hang onto whatever consciousness you had before his cock turned your insides into mush from rutting constant cervix kisses into your greedy cunt.

shushing your cries when you claim it's too much. pinning you deeper under him. finally settling down after rounds of abusing your cunt. just to pin you under his huge weight and hold you like a stuffed animal on his cock. letting you whine and squirm at the fullness in your belly from holding all of the constant loads he has rutted back inside until your pussy stop and just accept it....

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windownextdoor · 1 month ago

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THE NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR

plot + sfw + nsfw + slightly!insecure!reader wc: 925 reader has never had a reliable man in her life, so she's learned to do stuff on her own, until simon. pt. 3

"jesus fuckin' christ, these are good." simon's mouth is stuffed full of a cookie you and him got done baking a couple minutes ago.

"simon, i told you to wait, they might still be hot-"

he's already shoving another cookie down his throat.

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after that day, and the touch that you can't stop thinking about, you decide to tell yourself, every morning; "he's a good neighbor. he's going to stay being a good neighbor." a mantra that you so desperately need to get through your head.

it's not like you have a chance, though, right?

he's way out of your league.

he can't like you.

he doesn't want such a boring girl-

"y'going to get out of your car anytime soon?"

you almost jumped out of your fucking drivers seat. you looked at simon and then realized, yes, you are still sitting in your car right in front of your apartment.

you rolled the window down, "don't scare me like that, simon." your voice slightly shaky from the jumpscare, a hand over your own heart.

"sorry, but i was just wondering, what the hell the woman that lives across from me is still doing in her damn car. y'been out here for almost 30 minutes, wastin' gas."

you mumbled something under your breath.

but before you could say something he'd actually understand, he opened your door. he unbuckled you, "c'mon, get out. if you want to waste gas and time in your car, at least let me take you somewhere that's worth it."

you were already out of your car and walking around to the passenger seat.

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maybe you should think with your head.

you gave simon your keys in a heartbeat when you didn't even know him, now, you're letting him drive your car somewhere?

you mentally smacked your forehead. no, he was nice. a nice neighbor.

a nice neighbor.

"could you tell me where we're going?" you asked, looking over at simon, who's body was definitely not made to fit into your nissan rouge.

"milkshakes, then somewhere else."

"where's 'somewhere else-'"

"secret."

you huffed a small breath and rolled your eyes. the city was passing by in a flurry of lights and tall buildings. god. so pretty.

"god, this is so pretty." you say, pointing to the city.

"yeah, you are."

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you got to this old, shifty diner that looked like a local spot in the middle of the city. very, retro and nostalgic.

simon turned your car off, and you were about to open your door before a warm, rough hand was placed on your knee.

"i open doors, not you, hold on,"

you blinked a couple times, before closing your door, letting him walk around. no guys open doors anymore. that level of chivalry doesn't exist anymore; or does it? don't be so easy. you can't swoon over a guy that opens your fucking car door-

"y'going to get out or would you rather me carry you?" simon rasps, your door open.

"no- no, i'm getting out." you squeaked. he wouldn't be able to carry you. you got out and simon closed the door behind you, the same warm, rough hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the diner.

the diner was a splash of vibrant colors, old stools against the bar, metal signs, and 'nothing can change this love' by sam cooke playing lowly, but the diner was so quiet, you could hear the music just fine.

simon asked for a booth and you and him sat down, close enough to where your knees were touching.

as a waitress comes up, you order a chocolate shake. and so does simon.

knew he had a secret sweettooth.

as comfortable silence washes over you and him, you realize how much he's just- injected himself into your daily life.

you smile for no reason.

"what's tha' pretty smile for?"

warmness creeps up on your neck, "no reason." he, somehow, always puts compliments in his sentences.

the corners of his mouth twitch up too, a small genuine smile.

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after getting the milkshakes, you and him leave the diner to go back to your car, him opening your car door for you to get in.

he starts driving, again, sipping on his milkshake after listening to you threaten him about- 'simon, you better not drop any of that milkshake in my car-' before you notice the old, dirt road you're on.

it's almost seven when he's driving up some moderate hills, not too steep but definitely rocky, before you look up from messing with the hem of your shirt-

a perfect view of the sunset and city.

the car slows to a stop, your eyes widen, not registering that simon was already out of your car and walking to your side.

your mouth is agape and you swear you've never seen anything prettier. anything quite like the landscape in front of you. simon opens your door, and you get out, letting him lead you to the front of your car.

"jesus christ, simon, i've never seen anything like this." you say, pure shock and fascination in your voice as your ass leans up against the hood of your car, simon following your stance.

the same, small genuine smile shows again as you look up at him. "thought you could waste y'time here instead."

you let out a soft laugh, your shoulders bumping, no one daring to move. "the view is indescribable, simon." your head falling onto his shoulder.

he looks down at you, "i know."

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pt. 4

#cod #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #cod smut #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod mw2

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muntitled · 4 months ago

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Blink Twice

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Summary: After pushing your body to the brink, it's finally giving out. You're rewarded for all your dazzling work ethic with a “nice” dinner. As ‘nice’ as ‘nice’ gets with him…

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Language, Coercion, Murder, Abuse, Male Manipulation, Implied Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Handcuffs, Exhibitionism, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Choking, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blood Play, fingering, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Squirting, Fingering, Somnophilia, Period Sex, Bodily Fluids.

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

"H-How do you keep breaking into my apartment?" If it weren't for the fact that you were currently being fingered awake, you might have found it in yourself to sound more angry.

But you weren't awake, and he had taken advantage of your unconscious state just enough to bend down over your sleeping frame, and slip his hands between your legs.

You had promised yourself a quick power nap on the couch, anything that might lessen the pain that had been steadily blooming in your left arm. That nap had stolen you throughout most of the day until, here he hovers over you- the man who is undoubtedly the culprit for all this bodily pain you're in- with his fingers inside you.

“There you are, sleepy head,” His face is so close, you can see the smile wrinkling his face. His smile is bright and kind but his fingers aren't. They're stretching your cunt out, wrenching a moan from deep within you as you stare down at your hips moving off the couch.

“Fuck…” Your voice cracks as he scissors his index and middle finger inside you, still on a mission to split you apart. You drown in the scent of his cologne and his perfectly new suit- a black one today.

You throw your head back, feeling the pressure mount as you grind down against his fingers all while he watches with immense satisfaction.

“Can't- just-” you gasp when your wetness seeps out of you and onto the couch. “Can't-Do-This-” For all those moments you forget that you're nursing a sore arm. As you grind down against his ruthless fingers.

You forget that he might have seriously injured you this time.

“I couldn't help myself,” he whispers hoarsely, forcing an orgasm out of you before placing a kiss on your forehead. “You look breathtaking when you're unconscious.”

As the orgasm passes, you try to wake yourself up and become more aware of your surroundings.

Your body is shaking once he's done with you. Your cunt aches and reality sets back in. “Get out of my house.”

He straightens his tie before standing to his full height again, “You say that like I don't own the place,"

He's smiling stiffly as he stands before you, clutching that bloody briefcase, having come to collect you for another round of games...

Something inside your worn-out soul breaks at the sight of him so unfathomably fazed. You were experiencing another round of those 'realization moments'.

You have actually gone and sold yourself to a sadist.

Especially now that he's gone and done it again. After vehemently expressing that he 'please be a little more gentle with you', he insisted on pushing your body to the brink of its abilities. Toying with you and punishing you and releasing all the workings of those sick, sick, sick games on you, and for what?

It hits you more often than not these days.

A paid apartment? Paid university fees?

You try to keep your sleepy eyes unkind as you glare up at him but even you blanch at how much of a necessary force he's made himself in your life.

"And how often are you going to remind me that all my resources are tied to you?" You rise from lying supine, waiting for the world to stop spinning before you start stretching. None of your limbs protest as much as yours left shoulder that practically howls in pain. He watches you with robotic intrigue.

"I thought I should make good on that promise to take you out.”

"Take me out?" He notes the way your good shoulders tenses and smiles.

"I already said I've got no plans to kill you. You're the most fun I've had in years and years." He says "I want you to go to dinner with me."

"You wanna take your abuse victim out to dinner... looking like this?" you try to lift your arm but it protests, sending a sharp pain through your entire left side.

"I think you look rather beautiful."

"You would think this is what beauty looks like."

A tense silence falls.

"You're angry." He tilts his head, "And in pain."

You scoff venomously then, "Whomever might the culprit be?" You ask sarcastically before picking yourself up from the couch. You're cradling your arm, dragging your worn body across the floor to the adjoining kitchen.

"My fucking arm still hurts." You nearly cry as you squeeze the words out. Shooting a teary-eyed glare at your sadist from the kitchen.

"Tonight is your celebration dinner and it's way overdue." He busies himself by folding up the quilt that had been draped along your sleeping frame, "All my virtues rest on giving credit where credit is due, and you my dear..." the gaze he arrests you in is warm, and penetrative, like you were being reminded that he owns your body and soul, "-have done stellar work for me."

It's said in a wave of reverence you didn't really expect.

"Let me take you out,"

Sure he was sociopathic, and deranged, and everything you should most definitely be seeking refuge from, but the sentiment in his voice is genuine. As if, after 40 years on this earth, with the violent tendencies he had undoubtedly been born with, here is someone that's actually helping him. That's what you're doing, you're helping him. But it comes at a steep, steep price.

"You have virtues?" You ask sarcastically, causing the once intense moment to scatter and lighten.

"And your humor would be missed if I killed you. Where else would I find someone with such a stellar sense of humor and almost no sense of self preservation?" He asks aloud, as he walks towards the counter that separates you both. "You should've asked for help the first day you met me-"

"You offered to pay my shit if I played your games, who would walk away from that?”

"You should've." He smiles. "But I'm glad you didn't." His smile reaches those dead, almond eyes, "And tonight we have a celebration dinner."

"I can't go out," you say, turning your back on him to drink water.

His voice is dark when he says, "Can't or won't?"

"Can't." You slam your cup down against the sink, earning a thick wave of silence. You were never angry with him before. Never. "I think you broke something." You say, turning slowly, still cradling your arm like a baby.

There's a jarring amount of care in his voice as he rounds the counter to walk closer towards you. He examines your arm with deceptively soft eyes as he softly says, "I really did a number on you, didn't I?"

You look up at him with blank eyes, "Try not to get off thinking about it," you snip back. Sarcasm was your only weapon.

"I couldn't help myself," He rests his large hand on your arm, "you know that right?

"Y-Yes," your resolve falters and you're back to being his submissive. "I don't blame you."

"In fact." He nods along with you, conditioning you to accept his view of the events as he says, "Our session this past week had been nothing short of magical."

You're not quite sure if that was a reliable portrayal of the events but your weak mind is already fitting the memories to be so.

Somehow, you're thinking of the events with less anger: how he had snapped real, silver handcuffs on your wrists, resting them behind your back while you were being fucked from behind. It had been blissful until he pulled too hard on the left and you screamed and you blacked out.

Now here he stands before you, drenched in the afternoon sunlight, wearing a brand new black suit, smelling of fine cologne, telling you it was magical.

He came when you broke your arm.

"Alright, I'll come with you," he decides with finality, prompting you to snap out of your daze.

"No, I can go myself!" You move around him to gather your things.

"Unless you've magically obtained the ability to communicate in Korean then I suggest I come with you." He watches you race across your tiny apartment, gathering your things.

"There are English speaking doctors I'll be f-uck." As you were searching for your phone between the couch, you angered the arm, causing another wave of pain to blossom.

"I'm taking you." He stands by the doorway, "Let's go."

Your nostrils flare as the real reason for your discomfort rears its head. "B-but what if..."

You let the words die on your lips. Choosing instead to look at him, hoping your eyes relay the severity of the implications that might arise from a simple trip to the hospital. All those questions.

"Don't tell me you're worried about me." He says, still smiling.

"Worry?" You snort as you make your way to the front door where your sneakers sit, "If you go to jail who's gonna make me cum?"

He clutches at the space where a heart ought to be and says, "And here I was thinking you were falling in love with an old man like me."

"You can't love anything," you shoot back coldly.

"I can't," he confirms, "but you can."

You move away from the conversation like It's growing teeth.

"Let's just go," you mumble quietly, heading out the door, not looking back and knowing he'd follow.

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The hospital is bombarded by the smell of antiseptic and busy bodies in white coats whizzing all around you. It's dizzying actually being here as the severity if it all comes hammering down on you. You didn't like being around so many people at the best of times- even attending university everyday was met with its fair share of anxiety. Almost on instinct, you curl a little closer into his side, letting your right hand slither over his wrist. Surprisingly, he lets you.

"What should I say?" It only strikes you now that you probably should have rehearsed some script since 'I'd like to seek medical attention because I'm meeting with a homicidal sadist weekly who pays my bills and my body is finally giving out,' probably wouldn't be a good way to go.

The confidence in his stride leaves you brimming with nervousness. Your less than orthodox dynamic has already made a few passers by stare but here, inside the hospital, you feel like the only two humans to exist.

"I'll do the talking," he reassures and something inside you sighs. This is what made him such a necessary force for you. He handled way more than you ever could. He moved through the world, headstrong and in charge. He was everything you weren't.

"Good day-" he says to the nurse manning the front desk, "I'd like to get my wife treated for a possible fracture or broken bone-"

Wife.

It rings through your ears.

Meanwhile, kind eyes- genuine, human eyes- look at you from across the desk. You realize then how little contact you've had with anyone normal. Anyone real.

"Poor thing," the nurse murmurs and your heart tugs at the kindness drenched in her voice.

"Alright, Sir, it's just-" the nurse gestures towards the rest of the waiting room, "We're just busier than we usually are for a weekday so you might have to wait a while-"

"You have medical aid?" You enquire softly, letting your side bump against him. "Who the hell are you?"

He stares down the small woman as he reveals a glistening card from his wallet. She quickly looks at you before she tentatively takes the card and types away at her computer.

Somehow, up until this point you had fooled yourself into believing you were on the road to autonomy, that going to university and being a woman in her 20s away from home meant you were finally obtaining sweet sweet independence but in actuality... you were just a little girl, deluding herself into thinking the city might be kind to her. It's swallowing you whole. And you're being left to watch.

It made you aware of how completely vulnerable you had really been. You could barely afford rent, let alone something as luxurious as medical aid. For all your time in this city you tried not to get hurt because medical bills would eat you alive and here he was, whipping a card out.

"Right this way-" The little nurse moves from behind the counter, and almost immediately, you hear a distinct uproar in the waiting room behind you. "I think doctor Park will see you, but we'll first head over for X-Ray and-"

"Hey!" The sound startles you, causing your shoulders to tense as you grip on your Salesman's forearm, making sure he's still there, "We've been here for 4 hours," You meet the haggard glassy eyes of a middle aged man. He's scowling at you as if you've committed a grave murder right before him.

"I'm sorry, Sir." The nurse begins, her voice filled with concern, "This hospital is legally obligated to help out those with medical aid first-"

Shoes click against the cold floors. A shadow descends as your Salesman steps forward as if protecting you from the man's vehemence. Time stands still in the moments he makes his venomous proposition. A proposition so vile it nearly had you vomiting here all over the hospital floors.

"My wife needs a new heart-" he begins, gesturing to a woman- a ghost seated in the chairs behind him. Her skin is practically translucent as she stares off into space. "Who knows how much time we're wasting while we're being forced to wait here-"

"Are you up for a game of rock, paper, scissors by any chance?" Your salesman asks, causing your heart to sink. The man examines him as if he's grown a second head.

"If you win a single round against me, I will pay for your wife's medical treatment. New heart." At the peroration of his incredibly insensitive and evil proposition, your Salesman smiles.

"One round." He says, before his eyes snap to the woman pulling at her husband's arm.

"She doesn't look too well," The Salesman pouts and you walk up towards him, limbs shaking as you whisper-yell in his ear, feeling all your nerves being shot out of you.

"Jesus, you're fucking disgusting."

"Birds of a feather-" he whispers back, before refocusing his attention onto the man.

Meanwhile the nurse tries to pull you away but you're rooted to the floors. This whole ordeal makes you realize that you've never actually seen him interact with normal people. It makes you wonder where he goes when he's not with you. You'd almost believed that he's a fragment of your delusions, something your lonely brain cooked up to make you believe someone in this city cared about you. But he's real. And he has a life outside the two of you.

"Don't you wanna help your wife?" He continues to tempt the man, "Look at mine-" the Salesman said, gesturing to you. "She's a little battered and bruised but she's alive. You're not dying any time soon, right honey?"

You rip your eyes away from him just as your nurse returns. She places a warm arm on your forearm and in the midst of the game, she places a card in your hand. "Let's go for your x-rays,"

While they play their game, you look down at the piece of paper.

Blink twice if the man you're with is the one who assaulted you.

Call it female intuition.

You have no idea what could've led to the fact that he was the one but the nurse is watching you with a heavy gaze and bated breath. You almost drown in the concern she holds for you, a mere stranger.

In another life, you might've had a friend like her. She's relatively young, budding with youthfulness, actually. You imagine she has a boyfriend. An actual one. One who holds her bag while she's shopping. One who kisses her. These kinds of people develop empathy. The ‘fixed people’. You can tell she knows love.

“I-”

“Rock, paper, scissors-”

You blink once before looking away and the nurse sighs in relief.

"Better luck next time." You watch with bated breath as the man draws a rock to the Salesman's paper.

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An oblique fracture, they called it. The thing that's been plaguing your left arm for a week has finally been given its name. You're walking out of the doctor's office feeling light and remarkably relieved to leave this place and all its people. He walks confidently beside you, having sat through the whole ordeal. He had been there as they fashioned the pink cast over your arm and he walks beside you now, like your own personal well-dressed shadow.

On your way out, you pass by the receptionist's desk, she smiles over at you but glares at the Salesman. Just as you're about to make it out, you hear her voice.

“You said she's your wife,” the woman speaks up, causing you both to stop. “I don't see a ring.”

Cold, white, fear runs down your spine and your hand that was in his, squeezes as silence envelops you both.

“Good Day,” is all he says with an amicable smile before pulling you along.

Silence enveloped you on your taxi ride over to the Japanese restaurant comfortably situated in the Gangnam district. He had been remarkably quiet in the taxi driver over and he is remarkably quiet now as you're being led to a booth in the restaurant. It's adequately filled with its patrons. Families and couples like perhaps you two were. You wonder if he has these thoughts…

“She did make a good point,” you mumble as you take a seat in the booth, watching silently as he slips in beside you. “If you're going to be telling people I'm your wife and they don't see a ring…”

He sets his briefcase in the booth beside you both, sighing softly as he mumbles, “People don't usually marry their toys, do they?”

Before you're able to respond, a waiter walks up to your booth, having his pen and notepad at attention as he asks for your order. You watch your Salesman expertly lay down your order, everything from yakitori, to miso soup to onigiri. It's mesmerizing watching him order for you and you suspect it had the same effect on you. His hands on your thigh squeezes slightly, while you silently let him order. In a moment the waiter vanishes.

“You're so old,” you say suddenly, trying to make up for the silence and the nervousness raging through your heart. This is the first time you're out with him in a public setting and its setting you alight with worry. “I'm sure you remember when Korea was under Japanese occupation,”

“Keep making your little jokes,” he says, sipping on his complimentary water as he allows his back to rest against the seat, “And I might not be so forgiving…”

His hand rests his hand on your thigh, it's the only thing you're able to focus on. How his fingers cover so much space. The sheer size of it. The sheer size of him. You feel so completely small beside him, you almost don't realize that he's begun talking again.

“My father fought in the war when he was ‘round about your age,” that brings you clean out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up to meet his but he's staring aimlessly ahead, as if reminiscing on something beautiful.

“Jesus I-” you swallow thickly, “That was a bloody war,”

He nods, momentarily removing his hand from your thigh to undo the buttons of his blazer.

“More than 3 million dead.” He says taking another sip.

“Right.” You nod, heart hammering when he places his hand back on your thigh. “2 million soldiers and 1 million civilians,” he places the glass back down on the table and he shakes his head slightly, twirling his index.

“Swap the numbers around.”

“Right…” you clear your throat, keeping your gaze locked on your lap, “That's... heartbreaking. I'm sorry.”

He turns his head, finally regarding you under the dimness of the hanging light fixtures. He tilts his head to the side in that way he does when he's particularly intrigued by you. “You are sorry, aren't you?”

You nod.

“But I have no idea why, you're not a Japanese fascist from the 40s.”

“No, but I have empathy.”

“Curious.” He replies back, before letting silence fall.

“Spread your legs,” he says so suddenly it gave you whiplash. Your head snaps up to him as you begin to plead.

He couldn't do this. There had to be some sort of refractory period in which he let your body recuperate.

“I’m in pain-” you grit out through your teeth, but his large hand is already seeping to the center of your closed legs, trying to pry them apart.

“Your legs work just fine.” He whispers, letting his mouth graze your ears, “Your cunt works just fine,”

You place a hand on his forearm. “The doctor said no strenuous activities.”

“Do you listen to the doctor or do you listen to me?” He asks, staring at you deep into your frightened eyes, forcing you into that liminal space of submission. Your eyes were brimming with not only fear but embarrassment.

“Spread your legs.” He whispers,

“I'm on my period,”

Another troubling moment of contemplation falls between you both and you're left to stare deep into each other's eyes as the restaurant's cultural music makes the ambience swell. It could be romantic, this energy that's festering between you two.

Even though you know it's anything but, you allow yourself to dip into those pools of delusion.

“You were fine this morning,” He says, and you note the grogginess that's begun to veneer his voice as he looks down at you.

Young, impressionable, darling you.

“I got it before we left, that's why I asked to use the bathroom again- point is,” you tug on his arm, “We can't.”

His eyes soften and for a split second, you think you see kindness there. Your gaze falls to his lips, anticipating the words they'd form.

“Spread your legs,” he says once more, before applying the necessary force to pry them apart yourself. “Let me in, Doll.”

A small whimper escapes you as you open your legs. You let him drift his hand under your skirt. His fingers are cold to the touch, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he inches them towards your cunt.

The second his fingers graze over your mound you gasp slightly before sitting forward with your head bowed. Your cast is behind the table as you hide your head in your hand. He watches you with heavy eyes, “It's rude to have your elbow on the table.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, trying to muffle yourself by the palm of your hand. You feel him swipe your underwear away. You feel his fingers dip into the pool of wetness at your entrance. Wetness you knew was not arousal.

“Don't look at me like that,” you mumble, staring down at the table as his fingers rub against your slick folds.

“Like what?” He asks.

In your periphery you can see him hunched over you slightly, his eyes on you and you alone. It was tiring having his attention. And so incredibly dangerous.

“Like you wanna eat me alive.”

He bends down, letting his fingers graze over your clit as he whispers, “I do. That's all I wanna do.”

The waitress returns with your food and you mumble a quiet ‘thank you,’ While your Salesman keeps his gaze locked on you.

“Grind down on my hand,” he urges and you shake your head,

“Do it.”

“Or what?” That was probably the worst thing to say to a sadist who looks like he's brimming for you to give him a reason to hurt him.

“Fuck my hand or I'll fuck you.”

You were feeling particularly stubborn today. The injury, the nurse, the hospital, the man and his wife… you're disgusted with this man beside. It dawns on you then that you have to get away from him.

“You can't do that-” you begin to whine but his voice is like steel when he reolies, “I thought we've established that there are many things I can do and very few I can't.”

All is quiet.

“Fuck my hand or I'll fuck you, I've been dying to play in your blood.”

You're still wrestling with either of your options, trying to outweigh the good against the bad was impossible when both choices just seemed bad. It puts you at an unfair disadvantage and you are drowning.

“W-Wait-”

“Times up.” He mumbles before removing his hand from your underwear. You're utterly horrified to find it stained in crimson.

He calls over the waiter, at least having the decency to hide his bloody hand behind your back as he politely says, “My wife is quite sick, could I be pointed to the bathroom, please?” He sounds so amicable, so deceptively kind, of course the waitress quietly urges the two of you to the bathrooms nestled at the back of the resturant.

“I'll do it-” you breath heavile as he urges you past tables, “I'll do just-”

“You picked too late," he whispers in your ear as he steers you into the female bathrooms. “Disqualified.” He says before pushing you into a sta. You could only thank your lucky stars that the stalls are empty but that is where you luck runs dry.

It's only you and your monster who's fervently unzipping his pants before locking you both in a cubicle.

“My arm hurts-” you begin but he turns you around, pushing your back against the door.

“Your cunt still works.” He repeats, “I didn't get to drive a knife into it the last time-” he whispers hoarsely as he plays drunken kisses all across your collarbone. You hate to admit how dizzying the effect of his kisses are. How they carry you off into a completely different mental state- where everything becomes morally grey. You felt like you could get off to almost anything in this state and so you don't bat an eye when he says, “I need to see your blood on my cock,”

In fact, you moan, trying to find your bearings as you slip so far into subspace. “You're not allowed to pass out on me-” he says, manically, breathing oh so heavily as he pulls his cock out over his slacks. “I'm not even using any of our favorite toys, you do not get to pass out.” He warns before slotting himself between your legs.

“W-wait- pull your pants all the way down, otherwise-” you hiccup, “I'll make a mess.”

A deep and low groan reverberates through his chest and you watch him lower his pants all the way down, revealing sculpted legs before he brings his cock to your cunt. It's wet enough to allow him to slide in smoothly, and he looks down between you, pressing down on your tummy as he watches your blood soak his cock.

“Here taste your blood,” He's prying your teeth open and you let him. Crimson floods your mouth and you moan around his fingers. There's a manic sort of edge to his laugh as he admits, “I’m not gonna last quick.” before he's kisses you deeply, grinding himself into you

“Fuck- you're filthy.” His eyes are absolutely insane as he drives his cock into you setting an unforgiving ppace. He snaps his hips against you, trying to drive his cock in further and further.

“Cum- I'm gonna cum-” He pulls back to urge, just as you hear someone walk into the bathroom. He's breathing heavily, surprisingly being mindful of your cast as he dips his hand down to your cunt. His fingers drag across the blood like it's the most fascinating thing on earth, and that has you cunt tightening around him.

A toilet flush, just as a whimper seeps through your lips. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you take his brutal fucking, watching him stab your cunt with his cock like he's daring himself to break you.

You place a hand on your mouth, muffling your violent cries as you buck your hips against him. Your own period pains that were flooding your system is beng fucked away. Your thighs and his pelvis are absolutely stained in crimson and his eyes are rolled back. Thankfully, the door opens and closes and you are alone once again.

“I love playing in your blood-” his voice cracks. Meanwhile, he's using you like a ragdoll. Through it all, you manage to ask the question plaguing your mind.

“Did he…” You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as the tip of his cock grazes your cervix, “Did your dad make it back?”

He rears his teeth, smiling in that twisted way that was far different from the smiles he gave everyone else. Only you got to see him like this. “Yes, Doll, he did.”

“W-What happened to him-oh god-” he picks up his pace grabbing your hips and pulling your cunt down on his cock.

“I killed him.” His eyes roll back into his skull and your mouth falls open. His cum floods your system and in that same moment his pelvis grazes along your clit, triggering your orgasm. You cum with tears in your eyes and it fills you with unmistakable dread.

If this man was capable of ending someone in his own bloodline, who were you in his eyes? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Don't look so scared.” He whispers, still grunting as he emptied himself inside you, “He was useless. You- you're not useless.”

He kisses your face. Everywhere he can.

“You look like you're about to have a panic attack. Compose yourself.”

You breathe in thickly.

In and out.

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kisssukuna33 · 3 months ago

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Thinking about your Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always uses you as his personal food critic whenever he experiments with a new dish. You are the first to taste it before it goes into the restaurant menu. When you question him about it one time he said you're his personal lucky charm because whenever you taste a new dish first it instantly becomes a hit in the menu.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who has a whole wall dedicated to you and the pics of you two together in his restaurant. Oh but did I mention about the big wall art next to those pics? A wall art of you smiling that he painted himself. He still talks about that art piece proudly to this day.

Chef HusbandSukuna! who has no problem attracting customers. His restaurant is widely known in the town as one of the best spots but the only problem he faces is when people come into his restaurant being attracted to something other than his food. You can only imagine the amount of thirsty comments from both men and women under his restaurant reviews.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who HATES it when people flirt with him even after clearly seeing the wedding ring he wears daily. That's why he lets his co-workers do all the serving and he rarely comes out of the kitchen until someone ask for his presence.

And whenever a customer flirt with him or ask for his number he straight up points to the wall art of you displayed in the restaurant and murmur "my wife" as he go back into the kitchen unbothered.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who never lets you cook anything in the kitchen. He always prepare you food and snacks whenever you ask him without complaining and you slowly came to realize that's his way of showing his love for you. And when he prepares food for you it's never anything simple either,he makes sure his wife eats a 5 star meal everyday.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who takes it as personal offense whenever you recommend take out for dinner. He doesn't understand why you want to eat that unhealthy junk shit when you have a whole chef as your husband.

"Just say you don't love me anymore"

"Kuna.. You are being dramatic I asked it for a change not because I don't love your cooking"

"Then marry a fast food worker that way you can eat junk shit everyday"

"Sukuna!!"

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always decorate your bento box so cutely when you go to work. He doesn't miss with the hello kitty shaped rice balls and the heart shaped vegetables everytime. One time you remember your coworker asking if you're married to a woman because they refuse to believe a bento box that cute was a work of a man.

Safe to say your coworker was even more suprised after seeing the intimidating 6'4 tatted man who came to pick you up later.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always knows to prioritize you over his beloved restaurant. You are sick? Yeah he closes the restaurant and stay by your side all day taking care of you. You want to go on a date? Say no more restaurant is closed within a minute. You took a day off ? yeah the restaurant is closed that day. You wonder how he even keep up the popularity of this restaurant like this.

Chef HusbandSukuna! Who always loves telling people the story about how you two met and how his restaurant took off after he started dating you. In his eyes you were a blessing given to him. He always wonder how his life started getting better and better after meeting you. A cold heart that was completely untouched by everyone started melting at the presence of yours.

But one thing he knows is that he's going to cherish the blessing given to him for the rest of his life.

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lymtw · 1 month ago

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Deceiving Dreams

(Toji and His Shy Girl)

Toji woke up sweating, a foul feeling in his chest after what he just dreamt. You were the star and your co-star was not him, but some random dude who was way too comfortable with touching you. His hands would brush over your shoulders and your thighs like he was familiar with your body, but what was absolutely stomach churning, was the way he kissed you softly and slowly. You didn't even push him away, instead you reciprocated the gesture. You did the sweet things that you only do with him, like smiling at this man in that way that makes wonder brim your eyes. You kissed the corner of this stranger's lips, on the same side that Toji's scar is on, coincidentally, and you wrapped your arms around this stranger with that same amount of hesitance you show Toji, as if this person you've known for mere minutes summed up the butterflies and electric feelings your lover makes you feel in that short span of time.

Toji hasn't been this unsettled by something regarding you since the time you cried during an argument that spiraled out of his jealousy. Things got out of hand, but since then, he's learned that he can't do things that way with you. He can't shut you out, and he can't snap at you or you will crumble to the ground.

Patience is a hard thing to learn, and though being with you has taught Toji how to be more careful with his words and to be understanding of your struggles to communicate certain things, at the end of the day, he's still learning. How does anyone deal with this kind of thing in a gentle and unassuming manner? He can't just spring such a question on you without it rubbing you wrong. "Are you cheating on me?" No. That is a recipe for disaster and just asking for unwanted distance. You wouldn't do that to him. He knows it, but that dream... It just seemed so real.

Hey, ma. You awake?

It's two in the morning, and you probably won't answer, but as Toji lies there in his bed, waiting for a response from you, he realizes he can't wait to hear from you, so he does the next best thing—he calls you.

The line rings a couple times, and by the third time, he's ready to end the call before he gets sent to voicemail, deeming his reason for pulling you out of sleep so early in the morning to be ridiculous. It was a dream. You're not cheating on him. You wouldn't do that to him. He knows this, yet, here he is, trying to sleep in your bed with you, like a child who woke up from a nightmare, tiptoeing over to their parents' bedroom.

"Hi, Toji," you answer, your voice quiet and slightly raspy with sleep. "Toji?" You call, again, when you get nothing from him. "Are you okay?"

He feels somewhat embarrassed for having woken you up for this, but if the deed has already been done, then he needs to make the most of it.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'm doing just fine. Everything's fine. Listen, would it be alright if I came over?" He asks, already sitting up and getting out of bed.

"It's a little late, isn't it? It's..." you hum as you quickly check your phone, "...two seventeen," you respond, trying your hardest not to nod off as you lie comfortably on your side, your phone placed between your ear and your pillow, again.

"I know. I'm sorry. You don't have to wait up for me, though. I can let myself in. You gave me your spare, remember?"

You blink, tiredly, and remain silent for a few seconds until Toji calls for you. "Yeah, okay, then. Drive safe. It's raining really hard."

"Will do, mama. I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you," you mumble, before hanging up the phone. You went right back to sleep, afterwards. The sound of the rain pouring outside was soothing and the coldness that came with the weather made the perfect contrast to the warmth of the blanket you bundled yourself in.

Toji got to your place twenty-something minutes later. His hoodie was heavily spotted with the raindrops it caught during the walk to your front door from his car. He fishes out his keys from his pocket and looks for a shiny, bronze key on his keyring. Once he has it, getting into your warm home goes smoothly. From taking off his shoes and setting them beside yours, to removing his hoodie so that the wetness doesn't touch you, he moves quickly. He doesn't stray from his path to finding you, not even to grab a snack from your kitchen cabinets like he normally does, no matter the time—he just goes straight to your room.

When he opens the door, Toji is met with nothing more than the adorable sight of you curled up in bed, like a puppy sleeping peacefully under a heap of toasty blankets. He shuts the door behind him, quietly, and moves swiftly, but carefully, so that he doesn't wake you up before he even starts crawling into bed with you. He gently lifts the blanket off the vacant side of your bed, and slides into his place beside you. Instantly greeted by the warmth you generated, he feels the urge to pull you into his arms and just hold you all night.

"Sorry, baby. I know i'm cold," he says, softly, when you stir at the iciness of his fingers dragging up and down the side of your neck.

You blink your heavy eyes open and take in the sight of Toji right in front of you. Him calling you wasn't part of a hyper realistic dream, he's actually in bed with you.

"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned for his reason for wanting to be there in the early hours of the morning, rather than just waiting until later on in the day. You had plans to meet, anyway. What is so important that he couldn't wait until then?

"It's nothing to worry about. Just wanted to be here with you," he responds, not totally lying, but also not telling the whole truth.

"Remember what I told you when we first met?" You mumble, not satisfied with the vagueness of his response. There seems to be more that he isn't telling you.

"You said a lot of things to me that day," he responds, with a low chuckle.

"I did," you agree, smiling softly at the memory. "I also told you something important that day, didn't I?"

You watch the contemplative expression on his face, the outward appearance of his brain whirring. It's cute, even in his handsomeness. "Do you want a hint?" You ask, though when you see his eyes widen a little, you know he won't need it.

"You're better at listening than you are at talking," he recites, with a smirk, like he's patting himself on the back for being able to remember.

"Right. So, if there's something wrong, I want to know about it. I know i'm not the best conversationalist, but you know that I always try for you."

Now that you're more awake, Toji doesn't feel so heartless for handling you like you're merely a teddy bear, so that you're lying on top of him. He wants you close to him all the time, but when you say things like that, he instantly feels the need to bring you closer. It's pure instinct by now.

"You ever get tired of me just scooping you up out of nowhere?" He asks, lips curled in amusement as he watches and feels you wiggling around, trying to make yourself comfortable. Finally, you rest your head on the upper part of his chest and let your arms go limp beside him.

"Never," you respond, simply, smiling when a low chuckle rumbles out of Toji's chest.

His arms tighten around you a little more when the room goes silent, and then he remembers why he's here. He can't lose this. Your warmth, your careful affection, the way you constantly look at him like he's the reason the moon and the stars shine at night. He never wants you to look at him another way. There's absolutely nothing hard about loving you, and if you can't believe it on your own, he'll prove it to you.

"You know how much I love you, don't you, doll?" He asks, his palms finally warm enough to work as heating pads for your back.

"I do," you assure. Maybe this is his concern—that he's not showing you enough love. No, that can't be it. If that was it, he would've waited until later on in the day to see you and talk about it.

"And how much I need you? Do you know that, too?" To that, he doesn't get a response from you. He knows you aren't sleeping, because he can feel your legs shifting against his every once in a while.

"Doll?" He calls.

You let out a soft breath, before responding with your truth.

"I don't know if you need me, Toji. When you tell me you love me, I believe it, because I feel it and I know it, but I don't think you need me."

"Don't..." he sighs, not expecting this as a response from you. "...don't say that. Don't you dare say that. What does that even mean? Because I don't fucking get it. I really don't, ma."

Your heart rate picks up a little, but you try to keep yourself as calm as possible. You understand that this isn't something he wants to hear, as the one who's helped you through so much, but you can't help but share how things feel on your end.

"Don't you ever think about how much better it would be for you to love someone who makes things easier on you rather than overcomplicating them? Someone who tells you what they want straight up, instead of having you basically pry the words from them?"

Toji stays quiet this time, not because he agrees, but because he's figuring out how to say things without it being explosive. He knows that those few seconds of relief will be followed up by a tidal wave of regret. It's not worth it. You're his little sunshine and he would never forgive himself if he was the reason for why your light died out.

"I love you, Toji, but I think about that a lot. I want you to know that if you ever get tired of me-"

"Don't finish that sentence," he cuts. "I don't wanna hear it."

There's no playfulness or warmth to his tone. Nothing but the weight of his words. Your heart feels a little heavier, but you brush it off and utter a phrase that you're all too familiar with.

"Sorry."

You feel nervous, and not in the "good" way. Not in the way that makes your cheeks heat up and your stomach swarm with butterflies, but instead the way that makes your chest feel strange, and like there's a knot forming in your throat.

"I don't wanna hear that either, doll," Toji says in response, his tone softer, now, his thoughts collected. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. You know I love you." He presses a kiss to the top of your head and rubs the center of your back in soothing motions. The silence that returns makes your heart beat even faster. You wonder if Toji can hear it through the lack of sound in the room.

"I had a really stupid dream," Toji finally confesses, a low, humorless chuckle vibrating against his chest. "I mean, really stupid. Can I tell you about it?"

"You don't have to ask, baby," you respond. Your cheeks go warm at your use of the pet name, but it felt right in the moment. Maybe this is what's been lodged in his mind this whole time. You want him to feel as comfortable as possible as he recounts it to you.

Toji smiles softly at the term of endearment you used for him. Somehow, the way you said the word made it sound softer and even more cushioned than it already is.

His arms readjust around you, tightening the perfect amount so that you're secure against him and he can feel more of your body's warmth on his. He peppers a few more kisses on the top of your head before going on to tell you about his dream.

"So, I kind of just spawned into a room where you and some random guy were sitting on a bench, and he was getting really touchy with you. His hands were rubbing your thighs and your shoulders and..." He pauses. This is his least favorite part. He didn't like any part of it, but this part took the cake, because no one kisses your lips but him.

"It's okay," you say, encouragingly. You rub his side a few times and endure a squeeze of his arms—the equivalence of a rush of emotional support in a gesture.

"Well, you and him started locking lips, and it looked like you were really enjoying it. Your eyes were sparkly and you were smiling at him all pretty." He sighs, bothered anew, the same way he was when he first woke up. "See, I told you it was stupid," he grumbles, mildly embarrassed. "Obviously not stupid enough for me to sleep in my own bed for the night. It's fucking ridiculous. Sorry, doll."

You utter another phrase you're all too familiar with—not one you say often, but one you hear from Toji plenty.

"Don't apologize," you murmur. A few seconds pass, and you know just what to say. "Toji?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

You say it like it's as easy as breathing, because it is. There's nothing hard about loving Toji. He's good to you. It's a love you've never experienced with another, and you do your damn best for him, which is why him showing up at two a.m. isn't a problem. Him crawling into your bed, and reaching for you with hands that are cold as ice isn't a problem. He needs comfort this time, and all you can do is hope that the way you console him is enough.

"Only you, and that's how it'll always be. Your brain thought it would be funny to trick you, but it grayed on the fact that I suck at talking to people."

That made him snicker. It wasn't a reaction meant to ridicule you, rather one of immediate relief, due to the confirmation you gave him about his place as your only love.

"Not that i'm interested in pursuing others, but how am I gonna go for someone else, when I can barely talk to you?"

Now that made him full on chuckle, and you just lay there on him, withstanding the crushing sensation of his arms squeezing you impossibly tighter. You fear he might break you, but you would endure that momentary loss of breath any day if it means his heart remains whole.

"God, I love you so damn much," he murmurs, low against the top of your head. "I love you," he says, pressing yet another affectionate kiss to the area. "And I need you. I want you to understand that by... now. I need you to understand it, right now, baby."

"I don't think that's how it works," you say, humming out a soft laugh.

"Well, we're gonna make it work. Alright? You're gonna understand how much I need you."

"Okay," you say, resigned to his perseverance.

"Okay?" He repeats.

"Yeah," you confirm, lips curling, amusedly.

"Yeah?" He copies once more, knowing it'll grant him one of his favorite little sounds from you.

You giggle. "Yes, Toji."

With that, he's flipping you over, his position expressively dominant, now. It's dark in your room, so you can't really see much, but you can make out most of his handsome features, and you can feel his body heat embracing you, just as much as it did a few seconds ago. His hands are planted right beside your head and he's peering down at you, smirking at the way you look at him, like you haven't caught up with how he handled you so delicately yet efficiently to switch positions.

"You always look so pretty under me," he murmurs, leaning in closer. You in so that you see nothing but him. His hands ball up the sheets beneath them, carelessly wrinkling them as he remains merely inches above you. You slowly release the breath you've been holding in. "You mad at me, baby?"

"No," you answer, trying to remain calm, despite the heat that is beginning to seep into your face. "You've done nothing for me to be mad about, so why would I be mad at you?"

His lips press against the lower part of your cheek—a deep kiss right above your jaw. "'Cause i'm kinda dumb and do shit like this. I woke you up, and now you're losing sleep," he murmurs, against your skin.

"It's okay, Toji," you gently reassure. "I understand and I'm not mad at you." Your hands come up to his back, tentatively, feeling the body warmth that seeps through his shirt.

"No?" He asks, pressing a soft kiss closer to the corner of your lips. "You promise?"

As if trying to further comfort the giant hovering over you, you rub his back in gentle motions.

"There's nothing to be mad about. You've done nothing wrong and you're always welcome here, love." You smile when he continues planting little kisses on your cheek while you keep talking. "You have my spare key, because I trust you and I have nothing to hide from you. If giving you that key means you show up here in the early hours of the morning, because you don't want to be alone, that's okay, too. So, yes, I promise i'm not mad."

A low hum comes from Toji as his kisses inch towards your lips. A few land on the corner of your lips, then he's just a little bit off, and then finally, his lips center on yours. You feel butterflies begin to flutter around your stomach as he collects kiss after kiss from you.

"You tired, pretty baby?" He asks, his voice only audible between you and him. Not even the thin walls of your room can take away the intimacy.

"I wanna be awake with you," you respond, your voice matching the low volume of his.

"You sure?" He asks, and you do your best to convince him that you are. Your hands pull away from where they once rested on his back and you raise them to cup his cheeks with slightly shaky hands. Your touch is gentle, maybe even a little hesitant, as you begin to slowly stroke the softness of his skin. This is one of the very rare times when Toji accepts your actions in place of your words.

Your thumb brushes over the scar on his lips, and before you can even process it, his lips are on yours, again. You can feel the flourishing warmth of his face beneath your palms as he kisses you with an unexpected amount of fervor. You hear soft panting from him, as a result of him hungrily chasing kiss after kiss from you. He challenges your lungs, letting them feel a slight burn when he doesn't pull away after you've reached your limit. It's not until you're breathing heavily that he lets you go, and begins to scatter soft kisses along the side of your neck.

"Baby," he hums against your neck, leaving another kiss behind. "My sweet, pretty baby. How do you do it?"

"Do what?" You ask, smiling as he continues to let his lips feed off the warmth and softness of your skin.

"How do always manage to keep things so peaceful?" He responds. His heart beats slightly faster when you release a precious laugh at the question. "Things are just... so damn simple with you," he says, softly, as he goes lower down your body. His hands grab the hem of your shirt and begin to slowly roll it above your stomach. He instantly takes note of the goosebumps that rise when his palms graze your bare skin.

"I know how much you try for me, and fuck, i'm not dismissing your effort, but I also want you to understand that it's not hard to treat you right." His hands grip your waist, loosely, and he leans in to place a kiss on your stomach.

"There's nothing hard about being with you..." he murmurs beneath your ribs, "...and waiting for you. You aren't difficult like you think you are, sweet girl."

"You promise, Toji?" You ask, glancing down at him as he continues leaving kisses on your skin.

"I promise," he assures, meeting your gaze as he presses another kiss right beneath your chest. "You want me to stop?" He asks, aware of the lack of coverage for your chest under your shirt.

"You can keep going," you respond, willing yourself to relax under his touch. He doesn't waste any time, and immediately buries his face in your bare chest. For a moment, there's no major movement coming from him, just his breathing. You think maybe he's just savoring the warmth that you've accumulated after spending hours under your blanket, but he full on melts into your body. His arms go beneath you, allowing him to wrap around you tightly once more, and he releases an audibly heavy sigh.

"It's okay," you say, softly. You keep one hand on his upper back, while the other gently plays with his hair.

He's not sure if he deserves the tenderness your touch holds for him. He tries to be as gentle and careful with you as he can, but he's so scared that one day you'll shatter and it'll be his fault. You'll walk away from him with no intention of ever coming back and something that was so good to him will be gone. You deserve to be happy—always. He knows this, but he doesn't want to picture somebody else making you happy like he does. He can't accept that. You're his girl.

"Toji?" You call. You know your little place isn't the most high end of them all, but you also know that it's not falling apart. There's no way for the rain to reach your skin if there's no hole in your roof.

"Toji?" You call once more when he doesn't answer. Your hands still on him when you feel his shoulders stutter. You have your own glum cloud resting on top of you. You feel something wet land on your chest—it's starting to rain a little.

"It's okay," you whisper, resuming the gentle motions on his back and the back of his head. "It's okay." You feel him begin to leave languid, spaced out, featherlight kisses on your chest, and you want to freeze. You want to express how impactful the gestures are, and how they animate the butterflies that reside in your stomach, but you can't. You can't and you won't do it, because it's your turn to prove that you'll take care of him when he's not at one hundred percent.

"It's... it's gonna be okay. I have you," you assure, feeling the softness of his hair between your fingers as you repeatedly thread them through, and the movement of his back beneath your other hand as he breathes. "And you will always have me, and I love you with all my heart, Toji. I need you to understand that, right now," you tease, lightheartedly, echoing his earlier words back to him in an attempt to make him feel better. You hear a congested sound, something between a laugh and a hitch in his breathing.

Not another sound is made for the next few minutes, no words spoken. Your skin catches a few more of Toji's tears as he continues to brush his lips against the entirety of your chest, reveling in the warmth of your skin. Toji can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest—the way it always is whenever he's around you. Normally, he teases you about it. 'Your heart's gonna explode if you don't calm down.' 'We don't even have to do cardio to get your heart going.' Sometimes, he just holds his fingers against the pulse point on your neck and laughs at the rapid thrumming against his fingertips. He finds it endearing, but right now, it's a comfort.

You don't mind the occasional slight pinch of his lips—the more physical proof of his appreciative affection. You simply remain focused on soothing him and reassuring him of how strong your love for him is and will always be.

"Don't know what I'd do without you, ma," he mumbles, his cheek resting on your chest. He could fall asleep so easily to the sound of your heartbeat in his ears, the feeling of you playing with his hair, and the way you slowly rub his back, but he's torn between staying where he is and coming back up to hold you close through the rest of the early morning.

"I promise I'm not going anywhere," you assure, wholeheartedly.

With that response, Toji makes his choice. He pulls his arms out from beneath you and sits on his knees, between your legs for the quick second it takes him to fix your shirt. After, he lifts the blanket and reclaims his rightful spot beside you.

"Come here," he murmurs, pulling you into his arms without an ounce of struggle. He waits for you to settle, back against his chest, before fully enveloping you in his warm embrace.

"It sounds like pebbles hitting the roof instead of raindrops."

"Mhm," he hums, into your neck, letting his hand slide beneath the front of your shirt to caress the soft skin of your abdomen. "If your roof starts leaking, you're coming to stay with me." It's not a question or an offer.

You laugh. "The rain isn't that bad."

"Mm..." His lips home to your shoulder, a gentle peck placed on the concealed area. "Love seeing your pretty face first thing in the morning. You stay with me if your ceiling ever caves. Okay? Okay."

"Okay," you respond, through a giggle. "You'll be my first call."

"Good," he murmurs.

"I'll make you breakfast later, when we wake up."

And though Toji responds with, "Sounds good, ma," all he can think about is how you're going to struggle so hard to get out of bed because he's going to make it nearly impossible for you to do so. The gears are already turning in his head. He'll pin you down, he'll strengthen his hold around you, he'll roll on top of you "in his sleep". You're too polite for your own good, you most likely won't try to wake him up. He'll swaddle you in the blanket, he'll tie your shirts together in a tight knot-

"Goodnight, Toji," you mumble, feeling your tiredness return as he continues drawing little lines and shapes on your stomach.

"'Night, baby," he murmurs, feeling much more content and at peace with the idea of sleeping knowing that you're in his arms, not in anyone else's.

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