#anyway i could only look at her in this perf

[waitingonher]

hii sweets!! can i request a percy jackson x child! of hecate reader? maybe reader is a witch?

percy jackson dating a child of hecate

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

content warning: nothing

word count: 835

author's note: hi! i love this request sm, children of hecate have a special place in my heart <3 sorry this took a bit. hope you like it :)

you + percy jackson = best couple ever!! 

he is SO whipped for you, it’s insane. you could ask him to be your guinea pig for the new spells you’ve been working on, and percy would immediately agree. he trusts you wholeheartedly and knows you would never intentionally hurt him. 

percy loves seeing you use your magic. it’s so alluring to him and if he could, he’d watch you practice all day. when percy sees how passionate you are, your boyfriend thinks he’s fallen in love all over again. 

he is your #1 assistant!! whenever you’re working on some sort of spell or potion, percy’s always right there to help. it’s like he can read your mind. somehow your boyfriend always knows what you need because before you can even say it, he’s handing you the next ingredient. 

“uh…” you quickly scan your work table while moving various jars and vials, “love, where’s the-”  “the rosemary?” percy asks.  looking at him, you realize that he’s holding the sprigs of rosemary you need, “oh yeah thanks.”  you take the herbs from his hands and strip the leaves into the wooden bowl. percy comes up behind you, he snakes his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. he’s always intent on watching you work like this.  turning your head, you look at your boyfriend, “percy?”  “hm?”  “how’d you know i needed the rosemary?” you question.  percy shrugs, “just had a feeling.” 

you two are constantly messing with people around camp!! with percy’s hydrokinesis and your enhanced ability to control the mist, you guys are enemies to the public.  

one time a new camper had the audacity to make an off-putting comment about you to their friend. little did they know, percy was in ear-shot and heard everything. let’s just say, the next few weeks were definitely not fun for them! 

your boyfriend was out there making their sinks and toilets explode. (chiron was not happy with the plumbing issues that ensued) you certainly had your fair share of fun, too. you had enchanted their hairbrush to do the opposite of its purpose; it only tangled their hair more instead of untangling it. seeing them around camp with their hair looking like a rats nest had you and percy on the floor. 

percy will ALWAYS have your back. especially when people have negative things to say about your mother, he will defend you like no other. he hates the thought of someone judging you solely based on your mother’s choices. 

he was not lying when he said his fatal flaw was loyalty!! 

“how about me and you, plus the fireworks show tomorrow?” the girl offers.  oh. percy thinks, maybe she doesn’t know it’s normally a couples event? he scratches his head, “uh, like as friends?”  she giggles at his “cluelessness” and playfully pushes him, “no silly! i obviously meant as a couple, duh!”  he takes a step back, “no thanks, i already have a date to the show.”  “well,” she crosses her arms, “ i don’t see her.”  percy points a thumb in your direction. her eyes widen at the sight of you on the training field, summoning multiple mistforms at once.  “whatever. you aren’t even that cute anyways,” she says before frantically walking away.

foraging dates!! 

when your supplies run low, you and percy take advantage of it and turn it into a cute little date. 

when you two initially became friends, percy asked—practically begged—you to teach him how to control the mist. ever since then, you’ve become his teacher, and you're definitely a proud one! 

at least once a month, you two have self-care nights. you’ll mix up a certain tea blend depending on what your guys’ intentions are. it’s one of percy’s favorite traditions that you guys have. you’ll also perform a little protection ritual!! he always has the best sleep on your self-care nights. 

star gazing dates!!!! 

your guys’ favorite kind of dates when you just need to decompress and relax. laying in percy’s arms while gazing upon the stars is your favorite form of therapy. 

you sigh, melting into percy as he holds you tight.  “long day?” he asks, smoothing out the blanket underneath you two.  you nod, “yeah.”  the chirps of crickets and croaks of frogs fill the air. the water below the dock reflects the moon and the stars; you notice they shine particularly bright tonight.   percy interrupts the silence, “do you wanna talk about it?”  “it’s okay,” you say, shaking your head, “i just wanna lay here with you.”  you feel percy pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head.  “okay. i love you y/n, i hope you know that,” he responds.  you tiredly gasp, “no way. you only ever tell me like ten times a day.”  percy chuckles at your sleepy attempt at a joke. a comfortable silence settles between you two.  minutes pass before you break the stillness, “i love you too, percy.” 

uncontrollably sobbing. i need a relationship like you two

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #percy jackson fluff #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

[therapy-ghost]

One-shot or hc's, but can you do:

Clawdeen x Masc! Female reader??? Idk I could see Clawdeen getting with a stud/masc ghoul 🤷🏽‍♂️

This is such a cute idea!!!!

“Go on, she’ll love too” Frankie said to the taller werewolf as they all watched down the hall to the girl of Clawdeens dreams.

You~

“No guys, what if she rejects me? Or gets uncomfortable?” Clawdeen asked, turning around to walk away before Abby and Cleo grabbed her shoulders to turn her back.

“Rejection is like waxing very hairy Yeti’s back; all you have to do is tear is all off in a quick motion and you get exposure” Abbey commented, making almost no sense with her strange reference.

“Right… Well, If she doesn’t then she will be making the biggest mistake of her life; Like my rah! Why wouldn’t she go out with you?” Cleo dramatically pushed clawdeen down the hall, asking the question that set Clawdeen off.

“Because! What if she doesn’t like me? She is way to cool for me anyways! And the fact that she plays casket ball with my brother is even more embarrassing! No offence Draculaura” she looked to the short vampire as she shrugged.

“None taken, still, you two will be a fangtasic couple; and I’m already planing the wedding” She smiled to her self as she gave Clawdeen one last big push to stumble right up next to you as you closed your locker.

“-Guys I can’t do this-“

“Do what might I ask?” You leaned into your locker as Clawdeen looked to you, stunned for a few seconds before turning to look behind her, only to find all her ghoul friends gone, peaking around the corner at her as they gave her a thumbs up as comfort.

Clawdeen sighed, obviously annoyed at the fact they ditched her.

“um well… I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to coffin bean with me… after school; if you’re up to it of course” she rubbed the back of her neck, trying to to make direct eye contact with you as she played it as cool as she could.

“I would love that; as long as you would” You said, stepping a little closer to her as you almost shyly looked at her.

Her ears perked up as she turned to face you, clearly excited at you excepting her request, but once again played it off as cool.

“perfe- cool, see you after school?”

“yeah, see you after school” you winked at her before you walked away to the casket ball team down the hall.

Clawdeen was about to explode with how excited she was; and judging by the squealing that was coming from down the hall, so were her friends.

thank you for your patience and sorry if Clawdeen seems a bit out of character! Bye

#Clawdeen x reader #Monster high x reader #monster high gen 1

[kendsleyauthor]

🍳Spice + Cozy + Captivate + Sunrise🍳

Promptober 2023

Shot in the Dark - Size Shifter AU (Jon and Sylvia)

~1000 words

In this AU, Jon lives in a house near the edge of the woods. After a run-in with a witch, he gained sizeshifting abilities and met Sylvia. She was shocked to find out he's human, and she's still wary of him. But also she's curious by nature and can't resist coming around for visits. 🥰

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Sylvia’s visits were unpredictable, much like her opinion of Jon. He made a habit of leaving the window open so that she would always feel welcome to enter. 

Sometimes, she approached him straight away to ask him questions that only a human could know. Other times, she arrived without ever speaking a word to him—she’d simply find a perch out of his reach and make him wonder why she bothered to visit at all. 

It was as though she couldn’t decide how bitter to be about his lies.

Her visits rarely occurred two days in a row, so he stiffened with surprise when a buzz of wings entered the kitchen while he was preparing dinner. 

“Hey, Sylvia,” he said, his hand coated with flour and cornmeal.

She hovered in the archway and frowned at the bowl set on the counter before him. “What is that?” she asked rather than greeting him back. “Are you making bread? I thought you bought bread from the store.”

“Not bread. Something a little easier than that, actually.” He cleaned his hands off with a kitchen towel and smiled warmly, noting her hesitance. She had never arrived while he was cooking. “Shouldn’t be long. I can turn on the TV for you, if you like.”

“I know how to turn it on,” she snipped. But instead of retreating into the living room, she approached and sniffed the air. Jars of spices were open across the counter. Her wariness softened with curiosity. “What are you making, then? I’ve never smelled anything like that before.”

“Arepa con carne,” he said. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to try any, he swiftly added, “But I can nix the carne and put cheese instead. Would you like that?”

Her little face pinched with confusion.

“Carne is meat,” he explained.

“Oh. Like carnivore.” She shuddered. “You don’t have to change the recipe on my account. I already had my dinner—and it was delicious.” Still, her inquisitive gaze lingered on the jars and dough mixture like she could be persuaded to try something new.

“I was thinking about making it arepas con queso anyway,” he said breezily. “There’s never a bad time for comfort food.”

She narrowed her eyes, fully aware that he was fibbing. But she didn’t call him out on it. Darting higher, she found a perch on one of the upper cabinets and observed him while he finished the dough and started the cheese mixture. Sure enough, she was utterly captivated.

“Can I taste those?” she asked, pointing to the spices as he began mixing them in.

He held up each jar for her to take a small pinch from—oregano, parsley, cilantro, and Caribbean thyme. He firmly dissuaded her from tasting a handful of black pepper—though she relented, she was pouty about it.

“My mom taught me this recipe,” he said. “There’s something cozy about the simplicity of it.” He shaped and laid out three biscuit-shaped rounds of dough on the skillet, then looked up at Sylvia. “They can be any size, really. You want to make some?”

She pursed her lips. “You really didn’t have to change the recipe for me, you know,” she mumbled, face flushing.

“My mom also taught me to be a good host. Gotta make sure my guest is comfortable, and all that.”

She snorted, but she swung her legs off the top of the cabinet and flew down a few inches. “I’m more of an intruder than a guest.”

I was the intruder, he thought, biting back a wince. “You are always welcome here,” he reassured.

Tentatively, she dipped her hand into the bowl and pulled out a fistful of arepa dough. He grabbed his own handful and showed her how to stuff the dough and shape it into a thick disk. She bit her lip in concentration with an adorably serious frown, determined to be perfect on her first try.

Although she seemed embarrassed by her misshapen handiwork, Jon convinced her to drop the dough round on the skillet. 

“It’s better than most people’s first try,” he said.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for her morsel-sized arepa to cook through. He carefully removed it from the skillet using a single fork tine and set it on the edge of a plate for her.

Upon the first bite, her expression melted, and she stuffed the rest into her mouth.

“Jon,” she practically moaned. “Why didn’t you just cook for me from the start? I would have forgiven you much faster.”

His heart skipped a beat. Forgiven.

He chuckled weakly. “Come on, now—I tasted your food at the village. It’s so… different. I wasn’t sure you’d enjoy something like this.”

Although she gave an insulted scoff, there was a pleased smile on her face. “Are you saying I don’t have a sophisticated palate?”

“All I’m saying is I thought you’d spit out anything that wasn’t loaded with sugar,” he said matter-of-factly.

That earned him a tiny fistful of arepa dough tossed at his shirt. If he wasn’t worried about her going home covered in cornmeal, he might have returned the favor.

Sylvia proceeded to make several more bites suited to her size. She flew around him with surprising ease, even perching on his shoulder to give her wings a break while she watched him turn the warm dough over on the skillet.

Once Jon’s plate was filled, they made their way into the living room. From there, she expected she would leave for the night. But no. For the first time, she made herself comfortable for hours on end. Long after the plate was empty, they continued talking—about food, about family, about what was on the television.

The sun was rising by the time Sylvia said goodbye.

#gt #g/t #giant tiny #gt writing #g/t writing #gt community #g/t community #gt fandom #g/t fandom #gt story #g/t story #my writing #size difference #shot in the dark #shot in the dark story #size shifter au #size shifer au story #oc: jon #oc: sylvia #gt fluff #g/t fluff #promptober 2023

[vanilla-c0c0]

Villains want to embarrass little robin (William Rex & Victor) - Story Event

All possible disclaimers are valid! I’m not a mother tongue speaker and I’m doing this just for fun. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Have fun!

It’s nighttime, MC and William are playing chess in the common room. MC moves the bishop diagonally, and William compliments her by saying that despite him mentioning this move only once, she did not forget it. She’s honoured to be complimented by him, though she admits to herself that it will take her a long time to be able to compete with the man.

William: …By the way, MC. Would you like to become Queen?

MC: Well, this is the rook so…. Eh?

By now, she knows that behind William’s remarks there is always some kind of ulterior meaning, but this time she really can’t understand what he’s talking about. Victor walks into the room, saying that it is exactly as he just said. He whines that he wanted to be the one to say that to MC, so he then takes up the role to explain everything else.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of the Queen’s accession to the throne, and MC comments that she remembers the beautiful celebrations and parades that were held on the day Queen Victoria ascended to the throne back when she was still a postman*. For the people in this country, Her Majesty is a symbol of prosperity.

Note: uhm thing is MC says she remembers the celebrations (probably talking about the anniversary) and then she makes the comment about the parades and ceremonies held on the day the queen ascended to the throne? But she couldn’t have been there physically: Queen Victoria ascended to the throne in 1937, and we know for a fact that the story is set DEFINITELY after 1887/1892, which was the year the first Sherlock Holmes book was released (and that Harrison is a fan of). Sooo it’s probably just her reminiscing over a known fact for someone leaving in Victorian England.

Anyway, as celebration of such an important day, a parade will be held, and the Queen will have to appear in front of the people. However, she is not feeling very well at the moment, so they need a replacement. MC asks if they’re really going to do something like this, and Victor explains that chances like this are extremely rare, and she will definitely have a lot of fun! MC thinks that despite him making such an outrageous proposal, he’s talking about it as if he was proposing an excursion. Anyhow, she accepts, saying that being able to help is nothing but an honour, and reassuring herself that it’s possible (since the Queen hides her face with a veil and people wouldn’t notice the difference). This was all done with the consent of the Queen, who also gave Victor an additional condition: he and William will have to escort MC for the day.

Victor: Me,

William: And me-

Both: Will serve by your side and protect you at the cost of our lives.

To MC, nothing is more reassuring than knowing the strongest duo in Crown will be by her side. William then decides that, in order to prepare for tomorrow, they should stop playing chess now.

William: Rest well. Sweet dreams, MC.

—

The following day, they arrive at the audience room in the palace. William explains that Her Majesty prefers silence and doesn’t let people get too close; therefore, only a limited number of people can enter the room. A red carpet leads to the distant throne, surrounded by an air of serenity.

William: Fufu, you have the face of a newborn child who is learning about the world for the first time, MC. I feel sorry for asking you this while looking at the curiosity on your face but… I’m afraid there’s something you must do.

William and Victor: Could you please take off your clothes?

MC: ……..Eh?

She’s taken to a backroom where she is changed into the formal clothes that were given to her. The cerimonial dress also includes diamond earrings and a lace veil. William notes that it fits her very well, and everyone will mistake her for Her Majesty. Still, MC can’t help but wonder how come the dress is the perfect size for her; turns out, Victor adjusted it by himself together with the custom-made shoes, specially made to disguise her height. All that’s missing now is the crown, the symbol of freedom, as described by the Queen. Its overwhelming importance makes MC stand up even straighter.

Victor: Come to think of it, William once took the place of Her Majesty.

Apparently, Queen Victoria’s life was being targeted, so William had to act as her substitute (DONT THEY HAVE ANY WOMEN AT THE PALACE??? WHY WILLIAM???? HES ALSO LIKE 50 CM TALLER THAN QUEEN VICTORIA?????). Back then, he had a really hard time: Her Majesty doesn’t hum and doesn’t sit with her legs crossed. MC laughs, saying she’d like to see it once, Her Majesty Queen William.

William: If you want, someday again.

MC is starting to feel a bit antsy, but Victor reassures her that all she has to do is enjoy herself for today; he and WIlliam will handle the rest.

Victor: Well then, let’s go. It’s the beginning of a very fun day!

#ikemen villains #ikevil william #william rex #ikevil #Ikevil victor

[kasplonkable]

Omg so I’m in my finals week for my first term of Veterinary school. Can you do an image of Steven Grant x reader where he kind of takes care of her and makes her take breaks and just super fluffy. Maybe reader doesn’t feel smart enough or something and he comforts her. Thank you so much and good luck on exams if you have them.

Oh my god that's so cool!! I can absolutely do that!! If I'm being honest, I'm sitting my A-Levels later this month, and I'm stressing!! Good luck for your exams, and thanks for the ask!!

Steven Grant x Vet!Reader: Studying

It starts with small things, like a cup of tea beside you, already cold by the time you've realised

He knows it'll go forgotten every time, but he makes it for you regardless

Or he'll creep around the room so he doesn't make any noise, just in case it distracts you

He gets you to check on Gus all the time

That's actually how you guys met!! When he woke up to Gus having one more fin than usual, not only did he go to the pet shop, but also the vet (just in case)

In he comes to the same vets you're interning at, certain there's something wrong with his beloved pet

"Are you sure he only had one fin, sir?"

"Yep, 100%!! Either it grew back in one night, or that's not my fish, and I don't see how someone could have replaced my fish without me knowing, that would just be downright ridiculous haha"

"....right"

Somehow his anxious rambling was endearing, which lead to you giving him your email, for "emergencies"

Which results in him giving you almost daily updates on how Gus was doing

Eventually you both met up again, and the rest is history

But anyway,

If you fall asleep at your desk, he'll gently wake you up, and steer you towards the bed

Once he knows your asleep, he then goes back to makes sure your laptop is charged, and all your books and papers are safely stacked on top of each other

The next morning, you find a post it note stuck to your textbook that reads " don't forget to take breaks, I love you x"

One night, he's looking for one of his jumpers only to see you swamped in the soft material

"Is that my jumper, love?"

"Yeah. It helps me focus"

He doesn't mind one bit. Honestly, just the sight of you in it makes his heart swell

Because it's so quiet, he usually takes the opportunity to sit and read his books on Egypt

This leads to both of you forgetting anything else, until one of you looks up and remembers

"Hey, babe?"

".............."

"Steven?"

"Oh, yeah??"

"It's four am......"

".........bollocks"

Study dates!!! You both head to the library and just read and work and write and literally just enjoy each others company

If you don't feel smart enough sometimes, he's absolutely the first person to be bigging you up

"What do you mean you're not smart enough? You're the smartest, most brilliant, most intelligent, creative, perfe-"

He could literally go all day

He will say it as many times as it takes for you to believe him

He's so confident in your ability to do what you love, and he just wishes that you had the same faith in yourself that he has in you

Sometimes he'll come up behind you while you're reading, and just drape his arms across your shoulders while he rests his chin on your head

"Oh, hello"

"Hi...."

"Whatcha doing up there?"

"Thinking that you should take a break for lunch"

He tests you using flash cards. For every one you get right, you get a point, for every one you get wrong, he gets a point

Whoever has the most points by the end gets to choose the movie later

You came up with this game after he originally gave you a kiss for each one you got right, but it ended up being counter productive since you both got so flustered that you couldn't think, and he could barely read the card

When you do end up absolutely smashing your exams, he's so proud of you

Literally beaming when you tell him you passed

He never doubted you for a second

And that's it for now!! Thank you again for the ask, I hope this is what you were looking for!! Good luck to anyone taking exams, don't forget to look after yourselves though. I hope you enjoyed, and as always feel free to send a request!! :-)

#moon knight #steven grant #moon knight fluff #moon knight hcs #moon knight headcanon #steven grant fluff #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #steven grant x vet!reader #moon knight series #marvel #mcu #oscar isaac #reader insert #request #moon knight reader insert #plz be nice

[lucan-multiverse]

cosmic sidestep - their multiverse part 12 (soraya)

[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4], [Part 5], [Part 6a], [Part 6b], [Part 7], [Part 8], [Part 9], [Part 10], [Part 11]

--

“So I hear it’s you that I have to thank for finding the tear,” Luc says, sitting down across from the flame-haired girl in the mess hall. She looks at him with faint distaste, annoyed he’s interrupted her solitary meal and not polite enough to hide it.

Hmm, Luc thinks, this might have been a mistake.

“All I did was detect an anomalous subspace resonance resulting in temporal dissonance frequencies. I did a deep dive into the ship's temporal-communicative matrix, cross-referenced the readings with the latest cosmological constants and reconfigured the Berlin’s Chrono-Resonance Decoder to pinpoint it. It’s not a tear, it’s a hyper-dimensional vortex. But I guess you already know that.”

It’s hard to miss the faint mocking in her tone. Some of it gets his back up in the blast of her smug infodump but he swallows it down. His fathers had always told him he would catch more flies with honey and it’s a strategy he works with now.

“Still, the fact you noticed it at all was pretty impressive. I don't think it was an easy thing to find. You must be pretty switched on.”

The girl scoffs. “Are you finished trying to blow smoke up my ass? Because I’d like to finish my meal.”

Luc looks down at the congealed mass of grey goop on her plate. “Looks so appetising,” he deadpans. “I can see why you’re so keen to get back to it.”

He’s not entirely sure what he’s done to irritate this girl, save for merely existing but she pins him with a look of absolute defiance as she scoops up a spoonful of sludge and shoves it in her mouth.

“Mm, yum yum,” she says sarcastically, her words muffled around the food.

Luc’s stomach turns a little. “I guess this is a bad time.”

“No shit,” she says, still talking around her food. "Whatever could have given you that impression?"

Luc gets up, taking the hint loud and clear. “I’d like to know what other readings you got… whatever else you found-“

“Yeah, you and everyone else on this rust bucket.”

She finally swallows and flicks a long braid over her shoulder. She’d probably be cute if she wasn’t staring at him with so much hostility. Her skin was pale, dusted with constellations and her eyes were a startling warm brown that seemed almost at odds against her freckled skin and bright hair. “Come back when I’m on duty.”

She goes back to her tray and Luc decides not to bother lingering.

--

Later, Luca is trying to undo the buckle on Luc’s pants but he’s too busy snorting and laughing to be of any real use. “You met Ellis, huh? She’s not much fun, that one.”

“She looked at me like I was less than a bug on her boot,” Luc says ruefully. He’s kinda tired, he hasn’t been sleeping well, his guilt that he’s somehow cheating on his marriage manifesting in bad dreams where he’s searching through an empty house calling for his husband and finding nothing but shadows, but Luca has the energy of a twelve year old boy who’s just discovered his dick instead of tapering off like any other twenty year old and Luc can't manage to fend him off. Jesus, Ryan must have the stamina of an ox to keep up with him. “Luca-“

“What?” Luca pouts when Luc shoves his hands away. “I’m horny.”

“You’re always horny. Where’s Ryan?”

“Um.” Luca looks at him like he’s a bit stupid. “Flying the fucking ship?”

Okay. He walked into that one, he admits. He sighs when Luca starts working on his pants again. “You’re on your own for this one.”

“Sure,” Luca says cheerfully, dropping to his knees, clearly unbothered by Luc’s lack of enthusiasm. He’s not doing it for Luc anyway, purely for his own entertainment. Luc doesn’t ever remember being this voracious when it came to sex, not even when Blake first pinned him to the sheets. “It’s only just slightly more fun than jerking off alone.”

Luc raises an eyebrow, unsure how to take that. Sex with Luca was exactly that – like jerking off. It was perfunctory and relatively unimaginative, over just as quickly as it starts and with just as much as a clean-up.

But, he concedes as Luca finally liberates his dick and puts his warm, wet mouth around him, it sure as fuck beat just using his hand.

He sighs again and finally gives himself permission to let go and enjoy whatever clever thing Luca is currently doing with his tongue.

He'll track down Ensign Ellis on duty tomorrow.

#i just needed to weave her in for my own benefit because my brain is stupid like that laksdj

[bwambiee]

no bc tell me why a royal au with isagi hasn’t left my mind since yesterday kayla i am consumed…….

especially thinking real hard about princess!reader who’s a snarky little rebel behind closed doors, only obeying the wishes of her parents enough so they don’t get too cross with her. she’s too young to get married, after all, when the whole wide world is still out there to explore. so she makes a point of dancing with the ugliest or lowest ranked suitors to piss of her parents to avoid securing a match for as long a possible… but she just can’t resist him.

blacksmith! isagi who works in the forge that provides the weapons for the royal army. who heard a rumor from his friend - the palace servant bachira - that with all the balls the king and queen have been throwing for their daughter, security has become laxer, and it would be easy to sneak in with the help of an insider. so they fetch their best suits and do - isagi rendered speechless as you approach him to ask for a dance.

he has the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen. like the roaring oceans far away from the palace you want to dive headfirst into - just like you wish to do with him. you’ve never seen him before, but his looks are fit for a prince, even if his garments tell you otherwise. he fumbles and missteps as you twirl around the ballroom, but his eyes never leave your face - as if he’ll never have the chance to drink you in again - and the firm grip of his calloused palm on your waist and threaded through your delicate fingers make you dizzy.

you never get his name. he leaves early. but you’d uproot the whole wide world to see him again, to talk to him.

isagi slinks back to the forge the next day, his heart still a trembling mess in his ribcage. he throws himself into his work, but no amount of suffocating smoke and sweat and pounding metals with a hammer without rest banishes the brilliant smile, the sensuous curve of your lips from his mind.

and oh gods your laugh. like angles singing.

he’s restless for months - until he hears a knock at the forge door. he wipes his hand on a rag but doesn’t bother to put a shirt on with the sweltering hear licking at his back. he was expecting a delivery today, anyway - but when he opens the door he almost faints at the sight of you.

have you gotten more beautiful since he last saw you?

“i’ve finally found you,” you say, and you looking at him like he’s some long lost treasure makes his already dry throat feel like a desert.

but you have found something precious. found him again. those sapphire eyes that could rival all of the gems you wear. that kind face you want to uncover like a map.

and you don’t plan on letting him go anytime soon, especially since you still don’t know his name <3

KAYLA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME IM SCREECHING TEARING MY HAIR OUT HE’S SO PERFECT I WANT N NEED HIM IN EVERY WAY !!!

IM BITING MY FIST AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT WHAHSJDKX STOPPO RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO PAUSE ALL THE WORKS I HAVE RN AND WRITE THIS. GIMME LIKE A FEW DAYS RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. ALL CREDS GO TO YOU BC HOLLLYUU AHIRKDKXKX

isagi royal au is another brainrot i’m sorry i’m writing this. it has to be done,,, could’ve sworn this is a manhwa somewhere GOD ISAGI IS SO PERFECT MY BOYFIE SO PERF UGHJDJDND ALL THESE AU IDEAS I HAVE URRHJJDMC

#THANKS FOR THE MEAL

[perenlop]

✨❤️✂️🧠 for all of team starfall!!!

KJDL:GJFDL:GJDFL:GJDFLGFDG EVE OMG YAY

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

-skylar: tbh i just thought skylar was a really pretty name and wanted it for one of my characters at the time. i coulddd change it to something that has more meaning that aligns with their character but uhhhh their original name within the story kinda does that anyways i think dfklsdf. im attached at this point

-asha: *hangs my head low* i saw it in wings of fire and thought it was cute. ok but for real i decided it for asha after looking up the meaning, which is "life" which sounds broad but considering her story is about how she and certain antagonists are not sure if she deserves life at all? is fitting

-valerie: another name that i just thought was cute. you can see a theme here. but the word valerie is often associated w fairies and mermaids, at least when i checked it was, and valerie is both! so on a superficial level it works

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

skylar: they would tell you that taking down their first ultra beast with little experience was one, or unlocking their psychic powers- it made them feel on top of the world- but their real best memories was one evening after a particularly harsh day- they and asha had been targeted again and struggled to find a place to heal- everything slowed down. this was earlier in their travels, and both were panicked children who didn't Quite gel at first. skylar was even planning on running off if it meant they wouldn't get attacked. but that night, they were prepared to sleep off their injuries until asha went out and got them food, and came back with that and a warm blanket they'd taken. asha put the blanket around them, making sure they were comfortable, and pat their head until they were nearly asleep. though it was still restrained since asha didn't want to get too close and hurt skylar, it was one of the first moments of intimacy skylar could remember. that was when they realized they wanted to stay with asha despite their differences and situation.

asha: castor taking them out to see the stars at around age 8 after a really stressful day where she shut down, almost glitched out and couldn't talk to anyone because they were just afraid they'd break. she felt humiliated and self hating because this happened at school. castor, wanting to help her feel better, flew her up to the clouds and they searched the night sky for all of the other planets and stars out of their reach. the whole time, asha was wrapped in his wings, trying to show her that he wasn't afraid of her despite her condition being contact-based, as well as give her physical comfort. it's part of why the night sky is so important to her, it's one of her core memories.

valerie: marlow deciding that it'd be good for her to know her water type roots around age 10 and taking her on a small trip through the ocean's edge and rivers through serenade falls, including letting her play behind serenade's popular waterfall. since marlow would often have to work hard to support them, it was a beautiful day where the two of them could just bond and be normal siblings for a day, and it was also when valerie could just explore and find new things for a day.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

skylar: it's hard for them to place. most of their memories are gone, and only a few vague ones appear to them in the form of dreams. but they would consider those dreams nightmares. the worst one they can barely describe, is of their own body being stretched and strained while hearing a voice crying in either anger or sadness, until they came apart entirely.

asha: being separated from her family. it was the first time she was really, truly, all alone. and not only that, she was trapped in an unfamiliar world with no guidance or comfort, and they were being hunted by... someone. multiple people. things. everyone was out for her. it's not a memory she likes to reflect on.

valerie: trying to perform on her own for some time without marlow's help, believing so hard- even with her condition, she could perform moves fine, so she'd be okay, right? and for a while, she was. but she wore herself out hard. she ended up being bedridden while her aura stabilized, missing the winter solstice festival that year. the guilt on marlow's face haunts her to this day.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

skylar- oh the main thing i love about them is a. big spoiler JLKSDJFLSDJFDSF but otherwise!! i really enjoy thinking about their backstory and how it's affected them to the present. they're very similar to valerie in a lot of ways (to a point i might have to tweak them further actually) in that they've been restrained for so long that they just revel in the fact that they can just... do whatever they want. be free. not hold anything back. it takes them a bit to realize, what with the amnesia, but by the time valerie enters the picture, they're a chaotic force to be messed with!

asha- oh i will project onto her so hard. ok for real i am just a sucker for characters that are stoic, blunt, and lonesome to a fault but have a kind spot that shines through, and theyre like that because of a wall theyve put up that has to be lowered with time. asha starts off the story as a very jaded person who hates herself to the point that if she didnt fear death so much, she would have just let it consume her. but their story is about them learning to love themself as they are and take control of their life and let them seek out things that make them happy, and realize how she's impacted the lives of those around her. idk shes very special to me and i love her sm...

valerie- BY FAR it is her optimism combined w her insecurities. omg. first of all her joyful personality is so fun to write, and it's not a front or anything, she's not inconsiderate like princely is in BoP's beginning, she's just someone who loves the people in her life, loves the world around her, and wants to be a positive influence for everyone. the problem that comes with that though... is that she's a doormat. she doesn't often get what SHE wants because she's just giving and giving and giving. she doesn't think she doesn't deserve to take, necessarily, but the opportunity just isn't there a lot of the time. the few times she's reached out to try and get what she wants most- an adventure around the world- it's been squandered somehow. whether she gets denied an escort request or someone in her life puts the idea down because "you're too frail for that! it'd be better for you and everyone to sit still". i don't like, LOVE that ofc but it just makes her feel very real to me. i think she's admirable and its understandable to me how she changes throughout starfall... and in the end, still decides to be a positive influence, now being able to stand up for herself and getting the aide she needs.

#i had to stop and charge my laptop at one point during this KSDLFJSLKF #moonscape #mail #i will go off so hard on my ocs. they are like a brother to me

[produce101blog]

Episode 4 Thoughts

hype boy 2:

does hype boy not have a JP version??

lee being personally offended that their korean is so bad... LMAO

big brain move to change the dance up to fit their skills

i love aiko (she's in my top 11) so it was nice for her to get 5 seconds of screen time being praised

hype boy 1:

rinon is also one of my faves yay

rino (judge) is growing on me, she actually seems to give a shit about the feelings the girls have

kokona!! she is 100% capable poor girl! and she ended up doing great

fiesta 1:

who tf put this group together again?? it's all dancers and no singers lmao

they REALLY needed a singer to hold down the fort with the main vocals and help them, like they even had to pull in tsuzumi...

god the rehersal awful to listen to, you can't have a group full of sayus

they kind got it together for the performance a little thank god

fiesta 2:

dumb name lol

sry but rimika is so annoying lol. it shouldn't take them having to sit down and have a come to jesus talk with her to get her to speak up and stop being passive aggressive and leaving practice and etc. tbh jueri didn't even do anything wrong, she was just doing what she thought she should as a leader and rimika was throwing a fit for ?? no reason???

cheer up 1:

this was my favorite performance out of the entire set just because of their cohesiveness, so i'm glad to hear that karen was specifically thinking about that and even tried to pick the song based on that

so many communication issues lmao no one is making efforts to make the others feel like they can speak freely

i'd follow this group if they debuted like this lmao they kind of remind me of very early s/mileage vocally

cheer up 2:

cheer up 1 was smart to pick this specific group to do this song lol bc it doesn't fit them at all, but they have to be versatile as an idol imo anyway cuz they aren't going to always get "cool" songs

aruha and moro do the best with the kawaii concept in my opinion, but everyone is doing their best with it despite not really having experience lol

moro still gives me sayu energy but she can actually sing so that's good

sakura pulling the entire team LMAO

tokyo girl 1:

both groups have really cute outfits

opposite problem of fiesta 1 LMAO they should have shuffled it up a little better

i understand her feelings but i find mana to be very annoying lol

strawberry head

i personally would feel defeated too if i had to go up against group 2

wow a world of difference between practice 1 and 2 with yumeki

everyone keeps saying "this is your last chance!!!" yea no shit they were anxious in their performance

tokyo girl 2:

not interested in the ran/miu rivalry so not really much to say here

kassa was cute as usual

ranka did a good job and doesn't belong in F anymore imo

i love that "hai iku" became AMERICA lmao

i think kassa took the feedback and did her best to convey emotion and succeeded

even before the results were announced i was like "poor group 1"

the biggest win yet poor group 1

body and soul 2:

these girls need to learn their ancestors lol SPEED walked so they could run

miu is so KY lmao she needs to learn the japanese way of communication

her practicing a lot in korea makes sense as to how she performs now

is rino a dance judge or a therapist lol

nano is so funny, falling asleep during a discussion

then nano being so cute in her interview about being praised, i love her lol

i can never read yumeki's expressions, he can look like someone just farted in his mouth and then say "that was the best performance i've ever seen in my life"

tbh i forget that suzu is only 16 too

two cute kassa reactions during perf

hot take but i don't think they were the best group by just watching the performances back to back. i think produce101 really wants you to believe that they are tho. but tsuzumi and suzu definitely killed it

i think this is the only group where every single member lost to the other group... it makes me want to support body and soul 1 members lol

tsuzumi is so cute aww and so humble

group ranking/after:

b&s 2 didn't really need extra votes but there were a few lower girls in there so i'm happy for them

wow low miu ranking lol she can't catch a break

the spoilers after episode 5 with the eliminations are going to be baaad

kaela being like "you can't show flaws" lol do you not even know what idols are about??? that's kind of the whole fuckin point lady

the hidden camera thing is a great idea to appeal to the audience as an idol even if it's hidden lmao

the MTBI little thing was cute

this episode made me fall in love with nano lol with her letter and her falling asleep

#episode thoughts

[donovan7]

I think I'll translate some more! this will be a bit longer because I'm translating a longer skit

(explanation for stuff: Rami Kleinstein is a famous musician)

גיי סוייץ' - דין ודברים Gay Switch - Dean and Stuff

bgm: guitar version of You've got a friend in me two Deans sitting next to each other reading in bed: the first Dean is trying to get the second Dean's attention "Dean" "mhm?" the second Dean responds. "Come on! look at me for a second!" the first Dean says, and the second Dean replies "I'm here, you have my attention"

"I don't know, like, I feel like I'm not your One anymore" the first Dean says "Silly, of course you are my One, there is no one like you in the entire world" "Silly"

"Dean" the first Dean continues "Yes, Dean?" "What are you thinking about?" "What do you mean?" the second Dean asks "What are you thinking about?" "Of course it's about you, Silly" the second Dean answers "So Silly"

"Wait a second" the second Dean stops. "if you're here, and so am I. Then who..."

"Is making you breakfast-in-bed?" A third Dean comes with a tray with breakfast and orenge juice.

"Silly" "Silly" "So Silly" the three exchange

The second Dean thanked the third Dean "oh doot, how did you know? breakfast with a mat of Rami Kleinstein so that I could look at him while I eat. It's so perf" "Who knows you better than I do?" the third Dean told him "Such a Silly" the second said "Silly" "Silly"

"wait, wait, wait" the first Dean stopped. "if you are here sitting next to me looking so gorgeous. And you are so thoughtful and sweet. Then who is playing the guitar?"

A fourth Dean answers "I hope it isn't a bother, Silly" "Silly" "You made me skip a heartbeat Silly" the second said "Oh, you are such a Silly" "Silly"

"do-does someone want to eat this? its getting cold" the second Dean, still holding the breakfast said "yo, what a Silly" "So Silly, So Silly"

"Be Quiet! Can you stop with this already?!" a fifth Dean yelled "How much noise can you make. you're driving me insane with that Silly, Silly. Stop it." "Dean told us to be quite untill he comes"

"pffff, someone here woke up grumpy today" the third Dean broke the silence "Grumpski" the first and second said together

The fifth Dean returned to the computer "I don't understand why does this program only makes gay clones."

"Did you check the gay switch?" the second Dean suggested "you should check the gay switch" the third Dean agreed

"the gay switch?"

the computer showed a program called the "cloner 2000" with the optiones

make a clone with violent tendencies

destory original after cloning

make a hot clone

make a gay clone

"Ahh! the gay switch" the fifth Dean realises "I was such an Idiot"

the room turned silent, everyone looked at the fifth Dean.

"umm, I mean, I was such a Silly" "Silly" "Silly" "you were such Silly" "okay, the food is cold already, maybe someone eat it?" the thid Dean told everyone "what a silly"

Outside the house, the original Dean and his girlfriend are about to enter his house. Dean is telling her "So anyway, I started working on some electronics, Genetics, DNA"

as Dean is about to put the key in he can hear the clones inside. "you dont leave me any choice. a tickle attack" the clones gayly talked to each other "dude, you are so Silly" "Silly" "Sillish the Silly who is strolling in the forest and finds another Silly, which is us"

Dean is turning to his girlfriend before opening the door "umm, I think we should go to your place today"

one of the clones looks to the program "so what is this program, what will happen if I press this button?" "no no no don't" the fifth Dean tried to stop but then a green explotion alongside Rami Kleinstein's song "small gifts" started

"woohoo! another one!" "hiii" the new clone said "hmm. he came out hot"

the new clone then said "oh my god!, a breakfast with a mat of Rami Kleinstein so that we could look at him while we're eating" "oh, you are the prefect clone" "but why is the food cold?"

"♪Small Gifts♪" one of the clones sang "ho, what a Song, I love Pablo Rosenberg" "It's Rami Kleinstein you moron" "you yourself are a small gift touche" "Ho Dean you are so silly" "Silly"

"Damn it why did this one also come out gay?!" the fifth Dean was angry

"Did you check the gay switch?" "check the gay switch"

"oh, Dean you are so genius. sometimes... when you want to be a genius"

the original video: https://youtu.be/EoNR8L4Rur4

Small gifts by Rami Kleinstein: https://youtu.be/pn_p5_8taxg

#translation #comedy #ישראבלר #דין ודברים

[iyeolie]

arin ✦ nonstop @ xr concert on the move

#mine #gifs #*girls #oh my girl #arin #choi yewon #female idols #arin it girl!! #i hope she gets into acting for real she could be huge #anyway i could only look at her in this perf #her hair as grown so much since the nonstop promos she looks stunning

[tamayosclinic]

May I plz request smut?

#63.“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”, #100. “You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?”

I saw you do one for a geisha. May I plz request for Oiran Reader (Perf for Season 2) with Muzan. Plz❣️

"I said I'd take care of you, did you think I wouldn't follow through on that?" "You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?" | Muzan x F!Reader

Warning(s): Oral (giving and receiving), vaginal fingering, degradation daddy kink, cumshot, themes of prostitution

Author's Note(s): I was having some writer's block with this one, hence the lack of a post last week. I have 18 more request to go so I'm looking to get them done by the end of next month. Anyways, enough rambling. Enjoy.

Word Count: 874

100+ Followers Event [Closed]

The first visit with an oiran is boring. It’s just a screening where the oiran observes a potential new customer. She doesn’t talk, eats, or do anything sensual with the customer. She watches and makes her decision on whether to continue seeing them. If the customer makes it to the third visit, the real stuff begins. 

One could say that it was forbidden to go all the way on the first visit and that line of thought thrilled Muzan. On the other hand, (Y/n)-oiran was a bit more cautious—as cautious as she could be while sucking his cock. 

Any slight thump in the hallway made her pull away and sit at arm’s length from Muzan until she was sure the coast was clear to resume her activity. Although he didn’t show it, Muzan missed the feeling of her warm mouth around his cock. 

“Why continue if you’re so worried about getting caught?” He finally asked after about the fifth time (Y/n) pulled away.

“I said I’d take care of you; did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?” 

“Then don’t worry too much,” Muzan whispered against her ear, “I got good senses, and I can tell you there is nobody else but us in this hall. So, calm down and focus on me.” 

“Okay,” (Y/n) gasped as Muzan pushed her head back down to his cock and gagged as it hit the back of her throat. 

Without waiting for her to adjust, Muzan bucked his hips at a gradual pace, hitting the back of her throat each time. Her moans served as a vibrator that sent chills up Muzan’s spine. He let out a few breathy grunts as (Y/n)’s tongue lapped at the vein running down the ridge of his cock. She caught onto the sensitive spot and made sure to give it attention when given a chance. 

All too soon, Muzan’s cock twitched against the roof of her mouth, and his release followed after a few quick thrusts.

“That’s a good girl. You take me so well,” he praised huskily, watching (Y/n) expertly lap up his seed and swallow.

“There is more I have to offer if you will give it to me, master,” (Y/n) mewled through her lusty haze. 

“You want me inside you?” Muzan grinned at the quick nod (Y/n) gave him. She laid her back and spread her legs to present herself to him. She moaned when Muzan briefly kneaded her clit. “If that’s what you wish, on your hands and knees, slut.” 

“Yes, daddy.” (Y/n) didn’t miss the twitch of Muzan’s cock as she said that. She intentionally let her ass brush the head of his cock as she turned and propped herself up on her arms and legs. 

“Cheeky, slut,” Muzan grumbled, giving (Y/n) a firm smack on the ass, and listened to her sweet moans of shock. 

Muzan then spread her folds apart and dug his tongue to explore, earning more of (Y/n)’s moans. He hummed in satisfaction with her sweet taste and withdrew his tongue to make way for his cock. He didn’t miss the way (Y/n) whimpered at his withdrawal, only to inhale sharply and hunch her back as he split her walls apart. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. You like it?” Muzan asked in a strained whisper earning a breathless nod from (Y/n). “Use your words, or is my cock so good you forgot how to speak.” 

“You feel so good,” (Y/n) breathed. “Oh, right there.” She mewled when he hit her g-spot. 

“I knew you’d like it, slut,” Muzan slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. It was a good thing her room was in the furthest hall of the brothel because neither of them kept their volume to a minimum—including the thunderous smack of skin against skin. 

“Daddy, I’m…” (Y/n) was cut short as her breath hitched. 

Her walls closed around Muzan’s cock and tried to milk him, but Muzan pulled out as he felt himself coming close. A few vigor pumps of the fist later, his seed spilled onto her ass. To (Y/n)’s credit, she doesn’t go limp on the bed once her climax ends. Ever so gracefully, she laid down and turned to Muzan. 

“Stay with me.” 

“Clingy, are we?” Muzan taunted though he laid down and let her cuddle close—even bringing her head to rest on his chest. 

While (Y/n)’s breathing steadied and slowed as she fell into a slumber, Muzan remained wide awake for the remainder of the night. Another bonus of (Y/n)’s room is that it faced away from the trajectory of the sunrise, so Muzan was safeguarded even as dawn approached.

(Y/n)’s steady breaths deepened as she woke up and shifted in his arms. “Good morning. Will you be leaving soon?” 

Muzan noticed the desperation in (Y/n)’s voice when she asked that question, “No, not until nightfall.” 

“Oh, so how about we kill some time?” (Y/n) shifted to atop Muzan, and given that they were still naked, she could grind on him without the obstruction of clothes.

“You’re still horny? Didn’t I fuck you hard enough last night?” 

“Yes, you did. I want more. Can you give it to me, daddy?” 

And just like that, Muzan was up and raring for round two.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #muzan kibutsuji #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kny smut

[nicka-nell]

Heyyyy, I saw that your requests are open and i hope it's okay if i have one :"D

Van you maybe do how the HQ boys ( Iwa, Tendou, Ushijima or Makki if you dont want to do Ushi) would react if their s/o is insecure because the a beautiful/popular girl in their school just confessed to them and looks like as if they want to break up?

*cough*it can be also NSFW 👀

Hiiii! I hope I interpreted it correctly? If not, sorry for that :(( and maybe… just eventually it has become much too long again. But I hope you like it. All three are NSFW. Tendou’s is more of a dirty talk scenario. Anyway, here we go!

How to comfort their s/o when she thinks he wants to break up because of another girl

Characters: Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Tendou Pairing: x female reader Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, a bit of public place (Tendou), slightly angst to fluff, but no actually no angst, Minors DNI! Note: All characters are grown-up!

Iwaizumi and you haven’t been a couple for so long. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and therefore only the volleyball club and some girls in your class knew about your relationship.

The bigger was the fear of losing him when the most popular girl of the school did not approach Oikawa, but confessed her feelings to Iwaizumi.

You’re avoiding him out of fear every time he tries to talk to you.

It’s going on for a week now until Iwaizumi grabs Oikawa’s phone, writes you a message that he comes to you today because he still needs a gift for his nephew, and then wants to use the moment of surprise to push through your front door and talk to you.

Iwaizumi is angry when he stands in front of you, making you even more nervous. He confronts you directly. “What is this shit about? Why are you running away from me?”

Instead of answering, your tears slowly tingle and automatically your legs move, carrying you into your bedroom and making you close the door, only to be blocked by Iwaizumi.

“Stop running away from me! Talk to me! What’s your problem?”

You’re telling him you’re insecure, that you heard that girl’s confession, and that you noticed his calm laugh. You were afraid that he might want to talk to you to end your relationship. After all, you are not as popular, pretty and great as this girl.

You see his shoulders sagging down and he breathes deeply before he steps towards you as his powerful arms pull you in his direction.

He absolutely does not understand why you think so low of yourself. Why you are so anxious, while you are the best person on earth for him.

But he is also angry at the way he confronted you loudly and that he was not more sensitive.

He thinks about what he could change in his own way so that you are not so unsure about his love for you.

“Babe, listen… I’m sorry I yelled like that. It was wrong of me. Why do you think I’d want to leave you for such a random girl? You know I love you. And that won’t change.”

You try to catch your breath, try to suppress it as you release yourself from his embrace and look up at him. You know he would never lie to you, but it seems to you that he is not sincere. After all, you’re still talking about the most popular girl in school.

“Because… She’s incredibly pretty, and every boy at school would do anything to make her shake his hand. And she tells you she’s in love with you and that’s supposed to leave you cold? She is perf-”

“Perfect, you... are perfect. I don’t care who or how many women tell me they love me. These words are only important to me from one person and that’s you. Understand that, babe.”

His words make your whole body tremble. They feel so right and wholesome. Puzzled, you look up at him, almost startle at the serious look he gives you, and unconsciously play with your fingers. You know he means his words the way he said them. You know… Yet, an insecure “but” slips from your lips.

“No, but.” He mumbles in a throaty voice before he moves towards you, while you try to dodge until you feel the edge of the bed on your calves. A small nudge from his hands gets you out of balance before you land on the bed and Iwaizumi, still with a serious look, carefully places himself above you.

“I love everything about you. Your sweet expression when you look to the side, struggling with what to say next. Your smile, your personality and how you get along with my friends. I love that you’re so smart and I love your voice…” He kisses your neck, interrupts the sentence to gently nibble on your earlobe.

“I love your voice… when you tell me you love me, or when you use it to moan my name in the most beautiful tones.” He mutters again, the hand with which he has supported himself until now lies warm on your inner thigh, caresses your naked skin, while it lets your skirt slide further up.

“Hajime…” You yelp as you feel the heat in your body triggered only by his hand on your flesh.

“You look so sexy when you don’t know how to use your words, your body, babe.”

His kisses travel up to your cheek, lie down on your mouth before his tongue spreads your lips and joins yours. The kisses are passionate and rude as if he wants to show you; you are the only important thing for him.

But his hand is tender as it plays with the edge of your panties, and his fingertips only briefly touch your skin.

“Hajime, stop teasing me.” You whine, grab the hand that holds the thin fabric as you look into his thoughtful eyes.

“Then stop thinking that you’re just a placeholder for someone else. You’re my girl. My pretty, sexy babe. Got that?”

Playfully, you bite your lower lip before you nod slowly and the pressure on his hand decreases. His hand, which had previously felt the warmth of yours, is now cold, just like your body, which is no longer covered by Iwaizumi. Instead, you feel a fresh glow between your legs as the brown-haired one kneels in front of the bed and takes the fine fabric of your panties between his teeth.

“Hajime!” You call him irritated. You feel your panties move from your body, fall softly to the ground as you sense his hot breath at your core. Instinctively, you want to squeeze your legs, but his wide shoulders stop you.

“I love that you’re always so wet for me, babe.”

You feel his breath on you, notice how it cold touches your body through your juice before his warm tongue makes your body shift. A muffled gasp escapes as you press your pelvis into the duvet, burying your hands into his soft hair.

His tongue moves slowly along from your slit up to your bud, his gaze all the time on your aroused face. It’s almost unfair how easily he can twist your head. How quickly he can make a mess of your clear words.

“I love how you taste.” He roar, his voice vibrates at your bud and elicits the sugar-sweet sounds that turn him so on.

“Ah Haji- me… Don’t say such lewd things!” You say, but your body continues to press against him, your legs pull the men even closer to you. His tongue slithers faster and faster around your clitoris.

“Feels so good Hajime…” You cry, feel his proud smile on your pussy before you feel his fingers covered with your juice, how he slowly pushing them into your entrance.

“Ah!” you sob at the suddenly so pleasant fullness in you, which makes your body feverish.

“I love your moans.” you hear his voice as it gets closer and closer. His thumb has now replaced his tongue as he bends and lead his fingers rhythmically within you, exerting pressure on your clit with his thumb.

Your body is getting warmer and warmer, can’t turn as much as before, as Iwaizumi’s weight now hovers over you, his lips only a few inches away from yours, brushing yours with every movement you make.

“You are so beautiful.” He breathes, seeks contact with your eyes, before his thrusts in you become faster. The knot in you loosens, your vision becomes unclear.

“Hajime, I’m coming!”

“Good, come for me my pretty babe.”

As soon as he has uttered his words, you feel your juice sticky flowing down his fingers to your hole, staining the blanket under you. Your inner throbs around his fingers, your legs tremble, and your chest quickly lifts. Eagerly, you seek his gaze that looks at you full of love.

“I love you, Y/n. I really do.”

His words are so raw and honest that you can’t do anything but whisper a quiet “yes, I know,” while nodding in agreement.

After your conversation, he would try to settle disputes more calmly.

He would look up to you after every game and shout out to you he loves you.

Iwaizumi would try to work with you on your self-confidence, because you are perfect for him.

And he would compliment you even more. Whether a simple “You look great today” or “That suits you well” or a “Your smile is always so beautiful”.

Ushijima and you have been together for a long time. Still, except for Tendou, no one knows about your relationship.

He doesn’t understand the point of showing everyone that you are a couple when your love is just for both of you.

But since the beginning of your relationship, Ushijima has never been good with his words. His actions were often blunt and he could not really deal with the time you two had together. But you didn’t mind. Because, normally, you could always deal with him, understand him.

You have taught him many things that are important and valuable for a relationship. And usually you were also the only woman who could talk to him. Because no matter how many girls had worshipped him, in the end no one had dared to address him.

But your safety quickly breaks when the prettiest girl admired by many boys asks Ushijima for a conversation, plays embarrassed with her hair and knows exactly how to use her charm.

You just want to go to the magazine store with Tendou as you watch the scene and her words settle like a piercing pain in your heart.

“Toshi, you really are such an amazing man. When I first saw you play volleyball, I was so fascinated by you… Actually, not only that. I kind of fell in love with you over time, and well, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go on a date with me.”

Without paying further attention to Tendou, you turn around and walk. You can hear Ushijima’s so rare laughter loud in your ears, which only makes your legs faster.

Ushijima rarely laughs, but now he did because of someone else than you.

All this time, you thought that the lack of attention was simply because of his nature, because he’s bad at expressing his feelings. But now you doubt whether he loves you at all. Maybe just see you as a friend.

In order to keep you busy, you muck out of your wardrobe, throwing one piece after the other out of the closet, only to see a few pieces of clothing hanging in the closet at the end.

As you scream out loud, you hear Ushijima’s voice freezing your body to ice. Your painfully loud beating heart drowns it out.

“Y/n… are you home?” He asks rhetorically because he had seen the light in your bedroom from the outside.

He’s had your apartment key for years, and actually you were always happy to see him. Now you’re panicking that you’ll see him here for the last time today.

His steps come closer until he stands in the door and sees you with glassy eyes in front of an immense mountain of clothes.

He can’t assess the situation at all, just looks at you without emotion. Do you really want to sort out that many clothes? Why do you do that when you seem to cry because you can’t part with them?

Ushijima doesn’t understand you. He absolutely doesn’t understand what’s wrong with you, but he doesn’t know how to talk to you.

He doesn’t want to say anything wrong, which will make you more unhappy unintentionally and will remain in the door like a stone, hoping you will tell him what to do. Because he’s always so clueless when it comes to you.

“If you want to drop off your keys… Then just put them down on the kitchen table.”

Your voice is so restless. It sounds so sad and your words only confuse him even more. He doesn’t know why he should return the keys to your apartment, but he also doesn’t want to upset you and pulls the keyring out of his jacket pocket.

The sound makes your heart break into a thousand pieces. But you can’t blame him either. After all, this girl is really pretty. She is sporty and gets along well with many of his team. She knows so many things about sports that you don’t understand… Still, you can’t believe he would give up everything you’ve built so quickly.

“Really, Toshi? Are you serious? Why?” You ask with tears in your eyes. The big man in front of you becomes even more perplexed.

“But You told me to drop them…” His voice is calm, a touch of puzzlement accompanies it.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? Because you want to meet her and end it?”

“With whom?”

“With Maki… I heard you earlier. How she invited you on a date, confessed her feelings to you, and then you just smiled so sweetly. Are you here to finish everything? If yes then… then…” Your voice is hardly understandable, is swallowed up by your sniffing, but Ushijima can connect your words in his head to a sentence.

Yet this sentence makes little sense to him, because the situation was quite different. He thinks long about how to start his next words. Should he tell you it’s a misunderstanding or say he doesn’t want to leave you? He would never want that, since he loves you so much.

“We need to talk Y/n…”

His words feel like a slap in the face. They are so cold and hurt you that you put your hands in front of your wet eyes, trying not to show him your tears.

We have to talk was probably the wrong sentence. Ushijima knows that now. The key falls back into his jacket pocket before he walks towards you and grasps your wrists with his big hands.

You feel how they pull your hands down. He can now muster your face without protection. Searching for words, he frowns before approaching your bed and pulling you down on his lap by your wrists. Sideways, you sit down, your face turned away from him.

“Y/n help me. I don’t know what to say when you’re so sad.”

But he doesn’t get the help he needs. Because you know exactly when you open your mouth now, talk to him, your tears would flow from your cheeks to your lap like a waterfall.

Sighing, his hands seek their way to yours, holding them. “Y/n… I laughed at Miki’s words becau-”

“Her name is Maki… Maki, Wakatoshi.” You correct him with a shaky voice, facepalm your forehead inside of your mind.

“Oh okay. I had to think of you when Maki spoke. The moment I realized I was in love with you and how I asked you to be my girlfriend. I also had to laugh at her stupidity. I told her it’s stupid to talk about love if you only look at the person from a distance and know nothing else about them. Then I told her I was happy with you in a relationship and I turned around and left. Then I saw Tendou and was surprised that you weren’t with him. So I went here. Not to drop off the key. I wanted to see if everything was okay.”

He wondered if he had forgotten anything in all his words, if he had said anything that might have been hurtful, but he couldn’t figure anything out. Stayed calm and collected.

Your eyes grow large, you seem like a heavy burden is slowly falling from your heart even if you don’t want to believe your ears. But the way he formulated his words are really words that could only come out of his mouth. Who else would call the prettiest girl in school stupid if she confessed her feelings to him.

“Why did you think I’d trade what we have for something worse?” The otherwise always so emotionless men is now full of questions, looking for answers in your eyes, while his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

“Because… She is beautiful, she knows volleyball well, and she is super sporty.”

In Ushijima’s gaze, you can see how hard he thinks about what Maki looked like again, and whether he had actually seen her before the talk. Still, he’s trying to stay focused.

“Additionally, I have the feeling lately that you see me as a normal person in your daily life. Nothing special anymore what you desire, pay attention to. More like a good friend.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel like I love you y/n. You belong to my everyday life, because it is our everyday life. But I don’t see you as a good friend, but as my girlfriend, my partner. I don’t care if you know little about volleyball.” Actually, it makes him proud when he can explain something to you, while your eyes sparkle and you are grateful to him for his explanation.

“But I do care that you don’t feel loved by me. For love, I’m clueless. But I want to show you how I feel.”

“I’m sorry… I should have talked to you first, Toshi. Just pretending you want to break up with me wasn’t right either. I was just scared because you’re such an attractive man and she’s so pretty and -”

“You talk too much, my love.”

His deep voice greets your ears before he pulls your face towards him and unexpectedly gives you a kiss.

Your heart gives quick beats, and even before you can place yourself on his lap so that you can look straight into his eyes, you notice your body being lifted by him with craving. Your back touches the soft duvet and Ushijima stares at you as you look at him in wonder before he kneels between your legs and bends forward. His soft hair touches your back while his sloppy kisses wetting your neck.

“I’m going to show you how crazy you make me, with each of my muscles, my love. So be ready.”

His husky voice brings a pleasant shudder across your spine as he turns to the buttons of your blouse. A bit clumsily, he tries to open the first two buttons. Takes quite a long time because of his hasty moves as you notice his lower lip pushing forward dissatisfied, almost as if he’s starting to pout every moment.

In advertisements for shirts, such buttons are always easy to open, Ushijima thinks, Has no desire to wait any longer when he reaches for the fabric of your blouse and tears it open with a jerk just to let the buttons jump through the air.

“Toshi!” You scream in impact, but you do not deter him by your slightly annoyed look over the now broken blouse. Actually, it’s even cute how you stare at him right now, almost too bad to seal your sulking lips with his. But your lips are too seductive, and so warm when he covers them with his.

His kisses are rough, sloppy and fast, just as fast as his hand that creeps under your back, with a little luck quickly opens your bra before he pulls you up with him to pull the two parts that cover your upper body from your skin.

“Toshi, what are you doing…” You ask perplexed, can no longer withstand his fiery gaze.

“Show you, you’re mine. That I only need you, so lie down.” He almost commands, waiting for your action before he lifts your legs up one by one to take off your stockings, kiss your ankle, drifting along your calf to your inner thigh and core.

For a moment, he’s looking for your expression, waiting for your eyes to meet before he pulls your panties down and gives you a kiss on your Venus Hill.

“All mine.” He whispers, opens the zipper of your skirt on the side before he pulls the last bit of fabric away.

Hungry, he licks his lips, studies you before impatiently opening his own pants, starts undressing until his shorts land next to your own clothes. His massive cock is already so stiff and covered with pre-cum that you can’t resist an excited groan.

“Just seeing you is enough to drive me crazy, my love. Believe me, this Miki can be so sporty and good-looking, there is only one woman for me who is sexy. That’s you.”

Everything about Ushijima is impatient now. The calm he had just embodied was completely gone. Seeing you lying under him like that makes him go wild. And again, he is glad that you had explained to him back then what “dirty talk” means, and that it doesn’t mean to describe dirty places or clothes. In various magazines he had read about it, and was quite eager to try all this now.

“So, shall I show you who you belong to, pretty girl? Stuff you to the brim with my dick?” He breathes, rests over you again, kisses you almost animalistic while he kneads your breasts and rubs his fat dick on your slit.

His naughty words surprise you, but they stir up your thoughts, make your body tingle.

Also thirsty for more, you wrap your legs around him, release yourself from his kiss and look at him with a feverish look, nod hastily and press your pelvis against his warm length.

“Say it!”

“Show me I’m yours, Toshi-” You want to say, interrupted by his stormy kiss.

Your tongues dance passionately with each other, the muffled groans of you connect as he teasingly rubs his veiny cock further on your folds, grabs your chest with his free hand and plays with his thumb on your hard nipple.

“Toshi please!” you cut off your kiss, feel his length almost simply glide between your folds, now that you are just so wet. Your hands find their way to your pillow, clawing tightly as you feel a hand reaching for them and pinning them both over your head.

His grip is firm while the fingers of his other hand roughly reach for your waist. For a moment, his gaze sweeps from yours down between your legs. He growls loudly as he watches his dick slowly pushing through your tight walls. It makes him wild to watch how his complete length disappears into your little tight pussy as you struggle to get used to his size.

“Toshi, you are so big, haah!” Your words make his length twitch in you.

“Oh god y/n. You’re so tight. So hot.”

His mutter is as flat as yours, his face tense with excitement. You too, notice how your body changes. How everything in you cries out for him and how his cock makes slow but deep thrusts, with time becoming faster and more aggressive.

He’s still pinning you to the bed, bringing his head close to yours, so your noses almost touch. You close your eyes, can perceive everything even more intensely, smell his masculine scent while the filthy noises of your wet skin echo through the room.

You have the feeling every thrust becomes more intense, brings you more and more to your limit. His grip gets tighter and his murmur louder. You’re so close, and you know Ushijima won’t need long either.

“I’ll stuff you to the brim with my seed. Keep fucking until you moan my name exhausted.” His breath is hot on your lips, your moans on his.

“Yes Toshi, ah mmh! Fill me!”

“Look at me.” He interrupts you almost hoarse, gives you a short wet kiss before he looks at your still closed eyes again.

Dreamily you open them, peer into the wild olive color of Ushijima’s eyes, at his reddish cheeks and at the beads of sweat slowly forming on his temple. In his gaze is the pure passion to be seen. They reflect his aggressive thrusts that make you lose your eye contact as your eyes roll backwards; as you bend under him and notice how a pleasant electrifying emotion flows through your body, rushes to your core and coats all your juice around Ushijima’s cock.

“Toshi! I’m com-”

“Fuck! You’re squeezing my dick so tight, I can’t...”

Before he thrusts into you one last time, he grits his teeth and spreads his load hot and thick inside of you.

“Oh fuck, your pussy feels so good, baby girl.”

It doesn’t bother you right now that he comes inside you; you are still too busy with your orgasm and his so aggressive yet passionate nature. However, you have no strength left in your legs. They detach themselves from Ushijima, almost fall deaf down to the bed, your eyes still steady on his.

“Y/n, I love you.” He whispers exhausted, release his handle from your hands to brush your hair out of your face and give you a loving kiss on your forehead.

“You’re my queen, I’m your king.”

The wild animal that hovered above you has now become a tame cat, who buries its head in the crook of your neck and calmly listens to your heartbeat.

When he hears you were afraid that he would end the relationship, he’s a little sad, even if he doesn’t admit it.

He knows he is not good with words, but he was actually sure that he shows his attention with all his actions and the little gifts he makes you repeatedly.

If you hadn’t been so sad, he might have even left to think about the situation and thought about what he did to make you have not enough confidence in his feelings for you.

After your conversation, he’d introduce you to his team as his girlfriend. His team, except for Tendou, is more than shocked when he tells them how long you’ve been together and they haven’t noticed yet.

He tells you to come to his practice, cheer for him in the front row of games, and always give you a kiss before and after a game, no matter how many people watch you.

He would also try to talk to you more. Would try to understand you even better and would ask you how he should have reacted if he realizes that an action by him did not make you happy.

When a girl speaks to him, before she can even start the second sentence, he says that he is with you and has no interest. Even if it’s just the mail carrier bringing you a package.

Tendou and you were long friends until you kissed at a party and became a couple a few weeks later. You have a lot in common; you have the same friends and you both are not really interested in other people.

Nevertheless, you know he plays in a successful volleyball team and he is also sometimes secretly adored by girls. That of all girls, the most popular girl of the school visit Tendou after training and confess her feelings shocks you. At least, according to Ushijima, she did.

She said, “Satori, you always look so wild on the field! Like a dangerous animal and so somehow I find that pretty cool. I’d really like to get to know you better, don’t you want to go out with me?”

With his deep voice, he tries to imitate the girl’s words and tells you in the same course that she must have had a bad breakfast. Because on the one hand it is clear that Tendou is not an animal, because he has no fur and looks like a human and on the other hand everyone knows about Tendou and you.

You’re sure that Ushijima just got the wrong idea, but ask him what Tendou answered. He replied he did not know because he had visited you to ask if you had broken up on short notice.

You decide to wait for Tendou to get the new edition of the Shonen-Jump and, while reading it in the small kiosk, to talk to him about it.

On the way to the kiosk you can’t notice any change in Tendou and first wonder if you want to address it at all, but then you do.

When asked if Ushijima’s words were true, you see his smile disappearing from his face, looking down at the magazine and sighing.

“I didn’t want you to know it that way.” His words make you restless and suddenly you doubt yourself. You ask him in a trembling voice what you shouldn’t have experienced and if he wants to break up.

Your words probably hurt Tendou more than yourself. To him, you are his greatest treasure. He would never want to hurt you or lose you.

He just didn’t want Ushijima to tell you the story, because he wanted to tell you when you went home, to laugh with you about this hilarious situation, because everyone knows Tendou would do anything for you. Except for you.

Hesitantly, he puts his hand on your thigh, gently stroking it with his long fingers.

“Lollipop, don’t say that. You know I love you, right?” His voice is very calm, even if he wanted to laugh out loud and slap you on the shoulder for that poor joke.

“You sure? She is pretty and popular…” You only say insecure, as you hear the giggling of Tendou clearly in your ears. Grinning, he bends in your direction, his nose almost touching your cheek.

“And? Do I look like I care about that? I went to Shiratorizawa because I wanted to play volleyball as I like, not because Shiratorizawa is the best school in this prefecture. And I’m with you because I love you and it makes me happy to see you smile, not because you’re popular, or have super good grades or anything else. It doesn’t matter to me as long as you are you. Besides, I’m sure that Ushijima didn’t tell you the story quite right. He certainly came to you, his face as emotionally strong as a stone, and told you full earnestly that some girl had revealed her feelings to me. Therefore, I was actually going to tell you all this on the way home today, and mimic her face when I told her I wasn’t interested. That would have been so funny! We would have laughed a lot!” He smirks a little.

“Satori…”

“Yeees~?”

“You’re an idiot…” You suddenly chuckle, look at him dumbfounded, and brush his nose with your own, as he does not back off an inch. In his face, you see a big question mark forming, waiting for you to explain to him why he’s an idiot suddenly.

“You could have worded your sentence differently… Don’t make it so dramatic.”

“But a little drama is always good, right?” He sings and raises his arms in the air. But the kiosk owner points out that you should be quiet if you want to read your magazine in his sitting area.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.” he murmurs, bends back to you. Now his hand is back on your thigh.

“Do you know now that I love you?” he asks you the question you have answered before unsure, again.

In order to tease him a bit, you hesitate, put your finger thoughtfully on your lips and pretend that you are still not sure if Tendou really loves you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him pouting, holding back your laughter as his face comes even closer to your ear.

“I can also show you another way that I love you, lollipop.” He breathes, crawls under your skirt with his fingers, and brushes your core covered with your panties for a moment.

“Satori!” you say with your teeth pinched. You notice how the heat slowly rises into your face as you are in a public place. But Tendou enjoys your look.

“Yes, my paradise?” He teases you mockingly, can play your game too.

You struggle with your words, as they are embarrassing to you before you take your hand from your magazine and place it under the table on Tendou’s hand.

“Don’t, do that… here…” you don’t bother his long index finger, as he continues strolling it along your slit.

“What am I not supposed to do here, huh? Should I stop stroking your pussy? I’m sure you’re already wet, my paradise.”

“Satori, stop it, we’ll get banned from this store!”

Yet you reach for his hand with your second hand, draw it out under your skirt and press your legs together. You’re giving him an angry look, not because you’re mad at him, but because you can’t believe he just did that in public.

You try to suppress your loud beating heart and this incredible heat that just accumulates in you. But Tendou only smiles at your expression, releases one of his hands from yours, only to clamp a strand of hair behind your ear to better reach towards your ear.

“When we get home, I’ll show you how drunk I am for you, okay?”

His hoarse voice makes you curious. You would like to know what he wants to do with you. Do not realize that you have asked this question aloud. To Tendou’s delight, your eyes grow big as you try to turn away from him, but his free hand prevents you from doing so.

“What am I supposed to do with you? Well, I’m gonna lift you up while I put my tongue in your mouth and carry you to the bedroom.”

When he talks, he places a wet kiss on your neck after his sentence. Just through this sentence, and the damp spot on your neck, you close your eyes, trying to imagine the scenario while biting your lip to make no sound.

“Then I would throw you on our bed, take off your clothes with my teeth and spread your legs wide for me with my hands. Mmmh, alone at the sight of your naked glistering pussy, my cock in my pants would start twitching.”

Another kiss on your neck. His chilly breath follows only a little later and you unconsciously pinch your legs tighter. Tendou notices this immediately, chuckles deeply before continuing his fantasy.

“I’d put my fingers in your sweet mouth so you could moisten them with your saliva before I shove them into your hole. With my tongue, I would kiss your folds, lick your slit, and suck your sweet clit until you slowly loosen your mouth and sob my name.”

With his words you moan briefly, leaving the eyes closed as his name slips from your lips.

“Yes, my paradise, Satori you would moan, and just before you came, I would stop. Would pull out my thirsty cock and replaced my hand with my dick. Oh god I would lick my fingers because believe me babe, your juice tastes so delicious that I can’t get enough of it.”

He kisses you again, licks your neck this time, and sighs in your ear with a hoarse voice.

“Then I would pin your knees to the bed. Your throbbing pussy would almost draw me inside, horny for my full length. I would fuck you so hard that your hot tits would wobble, that the bed would shake and that your mouth could only make loud groans.”

The thought alone makes you notice how you get wet, how his words are enough to increase your desire for him. For a moment you forget that in the kiosk, would like to feel his hand between your legs again, but Tendou does not move them.

“Your eyes become glassy before you claw your hands in my arms and cry out loudly that you come any moment. Your juice cream my cock, only makes the dirty noises louder. That sweet little pussy of yours cramps around my cock so tight that I too would be on the verge of coming. And just before that happens, I would pull out, pump my cock and come over your sexy belly and your swollen pussy. And then-”

Restlessly you breathe, see the pictures right in front of your head and have the feeling someone would have raised the temperature in this room by ten degrees. Hastily you interrupt him, look at him with excited eyes.

“Satori…” He grins, knows you liked his idea of you two having sex.

“Yes, lollipop?”

“We have to go home. Now…” You say out of breath, as if his words were reality, not just in your head. Tendou just smirks wider, giggles before he gets up and gives you a kiss on the crown.

“As you wish, my paradise.”

After your conversation, Tendou would always surprise you with small homemade chocolates.

He would tell you, you need not be afraid that you are his everything.

He would also buy you two matching leather bracelets. He would have your nickname on his bracelet. The nickname you have for Tendou is on yours. Actually, he wanted matching partner tattoos, but you weren’t really excited about that.

Was he sad? A bit yes, but he could understand.

Watch a bunch of old movies with you while cuddling the entire night.

#haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #ushijima x reader #tendou x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #ushijima smut #tendou smut

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The Island | KTH (Fourteen)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 11.2k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption.

Notes: This chapter took forever for me to write but then suddenly I wrote it very quickly hahaha. Please look forward to the last arc of the story. Enjoy the chapter:) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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“A long, sweet night.”

“A long, sweet night.”

“A long, sweet night.” You decide to repeat out loud. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Well, you know what it could mean. But there’s no way, right? You hold your phone close to your face, your features lit up with the dim blue light. Your eyes squint as you read over his text again and again.

You start to feel the crushing weight of his text, his words causing an undeniable pain in your chest. Your heart beginning to become chipped away piece by piece, each letter of his words cutting at it.

“Now you fight.”

Your mother’s words echo in your mind, her words making you grip your phone tightly in your hand. She’s right. If you don’t fight then you’re running away aren’t you? This is the point. This is the point she is talking about, this is the point where if you do nothing you are now a coward.

“You did the work honey.”

Yes, you did. Growth is forever but you’ve come a long way. You think you have done enough. You are enough. You have done so much and you deserve this, you deserve a happy ending. An ending you have worked for.

You sit at your dining room table, your phone in hand still. You finally click it off and set it down onto the wooden table, it lands with a thump but you don’t even flinch. There isn’t currently anything you can say to him. You have no response. You know that was the end of the conversation. But you know this isn’t the end. It can’t be. It won’t be.

You stand from the table and drag your feet towards the living room and head towards the couch. It’s cold when you plop down onto it, the cushion doing nothing to make you feel comforted. A long, sweet night, huh? Well, you don’t want this sweet night to end.

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“y/n you’ve apologized like 8 times already,” Marcus chuckles, “You don’t have to say sorry anymore.”

“I know, I know.” You bring the croissant to your mouth and take a generous bite. “I really didn’t mean to run out on you though.”

It’s early the next morning, you are treating Marcus to breakfast as a way to apologize for running out on him the night before. He’s kind and understanding as usual.

“So you ever really going to explain?” Marcus murmurs as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Explain?” You peak over the croissant, your eyes finding his. “Explain what?”

“Come on.” He sets the coffee mug down, “Him. Tell me about the guy who…you know, has your heart or whatever.” Marcus looks down at his hands that are firmly gripping the mug, his cheeks turning a nice, soft pink.

“Oh.” You say, “That.”

Your eyes lower until they are set on the floor, you notice little things like the cracks in the tile. You finally bring the croissant back to the plate on the table, it’s half eaten state taunting you.

“Well,” your eyes find Marcus, “That’s a long story.” You admit softly.

“You gave me a very brief explanation the night I asked you out,” Marcus blinks at you, “But I don’t really understand the…depth…I guess you could say.”

“I kind of told you about the island…” That’s where you decide to start, “But I barely got into my trip to Korea.”

“Right.”

“Well, things didn’t go as smoothly as I had wanted.”

“Are you in love y/n?” Marcus turns redder than a ripe tomato. “You don’t have to an—”

“Yes.” You tell him bluntly. “I am.”

Marcus looks taken aback for a moment, his expression slightly surprised until it’s softening.

“I see. Well, it’s not like I didn’t know. But you two aren’t even talking right?”

“Right.” You admit, your breathing picking up just the slightest. “Barely, anyway.”

“He’s an idiot.” Marcus lets the words spill out between his lips.

“Why is that?”

“I just…I wouldn’t ever let…I would never let you go.” Marcus’s blush deepens as he avoids your eyes now. You can’t help but let a small somewhat pitiful smile paint itself on your lips.

“Well…” you bite down on your bottom lip, “It isn’t that easy.”

“Why not?” Marcus shakes his head. “If he really loved you—”

“Sorry Marcus.” You cut in. “But I think you are overstepping a little bit…”

Marcus scrunches his brows together.

“How so?”

“You don’t know the full story or his perspective.” You tell him, your eyes going back to the floor. “I’m not perfect in this.”

“You are perf—”

“No.” you say sternly, your hard eyes going back to his. “I’m not.”

You push the plate forward on the table, the sound of it gliding against the wood making you shiver.

“You just don’t…you don’t know what I put him through…” you say bitterly, “It wasn’t kind of me, I wasn’t perfect, I wasn’t the best, I wasn’t a lot of things. But I have accepted that and moved forward with that.” You tell him honestly.

“Shouldn’t he try harder…if he loves you?” Marcus raises his voice just the slightest, “If.”

“I don’t know how he feels anymore.” You feel yourself grow tired from this conversation, “But it doesn’t change things.”

“Sorry y/n.” Marcus looks down at his hands again. “I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have brought this up—”

“I talked to him last night.” You blurt out. “I want to see him. I want to try.”

“But why?” Marcus is growing tired as well. It’s clear he isn’t seeing things the way you do.

“Because he’s my soulmate.”

~~~~~~~

You lay on your stomach, the soft feeling of your bed making you feel so warm. Your phone is in your hands as you struggle to press the ‘call’ button. It shouldn’t be such a big deal, it’s just Yuna yet you are having a hard time.

“Come on y/n.” you whisper to yourself. “Come on.”

You nibble on your lips, waiting for your fingers to find the courage to press the god damn button. It shouldn’t be this hard, no. If it’s meant to be it should be easy.

You press the ‘call’ button and wait not so patiently as it rings and rings on speaker. She’s taking too long, you think. Then finally—

“y/n!!!” Yuna exclaims loudly, her voice booming throughout your small room. “What’s up girl!”

“Yuna…” you hesitate to say her name, “Your birthday…two weeks…”

“Yes?” She tilts her head to the side through the camera. “It is?”

“Is that offer still on the table?” you gulp. “For my flight.”

“Huh? You mean to fly you out here for my b-day?”

“Yeah…” You gulp again, “If it’s okay—”

“Wait!” Yuna yells out with an excited smile, “Jiwoo, get over here!!!!”

“Jiwoo is with you too?” You can’t help the small smile. “You should have said something.”

“Jiwoo! y/n wants to come for my birthday!”

“What???” Jiwoo’s voice is heard, “Eh?”

“y/n..” Yuna points the camera at her mouth, her lips curving into a wide smile. “You really want to come here?”

You nod your head eagerly, a timid expression on your face.

“I do. I want to see you and celebrate you, of course…but I also…” your words get quieter and quieter as you speak.

“You want to see him, don’t you?” Yuna asks softly, “I’m rooting for you.”

“Me too!” Jiwoo says with her fist in the air, “You got this!”

“Guys.” You whine cutely, “Thanks.”

You chat with your friends for a little while longer, you tell them all about Taehyung’s song and his words to you through text.

“It’s definitely not the end girl.” Yuna pouts, “You guys still have so much more to give…”

“It sounds like your mom really came through too…” Jiwoo points out, “She makes a good point.”

“Yeah,” you agree easily, “I just have to figure out where Taehyung stands in all of this.” You look down at the duvet that covers your bed. “I’m going to really put myself out there but there is a chance I will be rejected.” You tell them with a softness in your voice. “He is moving forward and that could really mean without me.”

“I hate to admit it but I think you are right.” Jiwoo murmurs, “He’s really put a lot of effort to move past everything.”

“I know.” You bite down on your lip, just hard enough that you feel something. “I know.”

“But don’t lose you momentum girl!” Yuna cheers you on, “He’s going to lose his mind when he sees you.”

“You think so?” You laugh lightly. “I think I might be the one who loses my mind.”

You swing your legs in the air back and forth until you lay them down on your bed. You nibble on your lips again as you think about it, seeing him. “Yeah. I’m going to lose it.” You laugh again.

“He hasn’t RSVP’d to my party yet…I’ll ask him about it this week when we all go out.” Yuna tells you with a tiny smile on her lips. “I won’t say anything about you coming.”

“Thanks…I’ll tell him myself.”

You finally bid farewell to your friends, clicking the end button on your screen and setting your phone down on your cozy bed. You’re really doing this. This is really happening. Does he really believe you two were just ships in the night? Was your time together really just the equivalent of a long, sweet night?

You roll off your bed and head towards your desk, you pull out your rolling chair and take a seat. Your desk is covered in papers from work, your journal, small decorations, a pile of glittery gel pens and a half drank Starbucks drink. It’s kind of a mess. You decide to clean up a bit and then take your journal and a purple glitter pen and start writing.

“Time and timing is everything in this universe. Everything pans out the way it’s meant to…I do believe that. I have to believe that. I have to have that kind of faith. But I can’t just stand by and let the universe do all the work, can I? I should put some level of effort too…right? Is time in my hands?”

You stop writing, the pen staying still, bleeding its purple ink into your paper. Is time in your hands? You bring the pen to your lips and chew on the end, your teeth digging into the plastic.

“Is it?” you repeat out loud.

~~~~~

Wow, you haven’t felt this nervous in a while. Your nerves are absolute killers right now. They are shaking you to your death and throwing you over a cliff, they are slapping you in the face repeatedly, they are making you feel so completely helpless.

Your hand trembles furiously as you hold your stupid phone, your whole body is vibrating in terror. You fly out in the morning and you haven’t told Taehyung that you are going to Korea yet. He has no idea that you two will be breathing the same air soon. You try your hardest to take a few deep breaths but you fall short, your breathing quick and sharp instead.

The boys promised not to say anything and you’re counting on it. Jimin is on the verge of tears from his excitement, he’s been waiting for you to visit for the past year. Jungkook is anticipating your arrival as well, his bunny grin imprinted in your mind when you told them you for sure were going. The rest of the guys cheered and sent you a million texts about how happy they are. Everyone knows about your upcoming arrival…everyone but him.

After staring at his message thread for what seems like an eternity you finally decide to chicken out. You click your phone off and throw it on your sofa, it slides against the cushions and somehow falls between the cracks. But you don’t care. You’re happy your phone is out of sight.

You decide to take a walk in the city, the evening air is brisk and the sky is glowing in pinks and purples. You tug your jean jacket closer together as you walk through a cool breeze, it feels nice actually. Like you can breathe again. Your phone is still lost between your couch cushions and you couldn’t feel happier about it.

You decide to stroll around until you find yourself at Cozy Coffee, the shop making you feel welcomed and at home. You head to the counter and order a latte, the warm drink making you melt into some slightly pathetic puddle. Only pathetic because at the end of the day you know you are just avoiding what you must do. But somehow you approve. You just want to enjoy this evening before your trip to Korea. You have no idea what this trip might hold. You have no idea of the experiences you will encounter. You just really have no idea.

You sip on your latte in the corner of the shop, your mind starting to ease as you down your drink. Are you really prepared for this? Are you ready to face him? To be honest, you haven’t even thought about what you might say…you just know the first step is seeing him. Face to face.

You finally head back to your apartment, the sky now lit up by the illuminating moon, guiding you on your path. You feel relaxed again, the moon giving you peaceful energy. You know this feeling is only temporary so you try to embrace it.

Your apartment is chilly inside, the air matching the air from outside. You head towards the thermostat and turn it up a few degrees. You rub your arms in attempt to warm yourself as you head towards you sofa, you look at it with disdain as you remember your phone hiding in its cushions.

You take a deep breath and lift one of the cushions up and search for the damned thing. Your hand finds it and you throw it on the other side of the sofa as you place the cushion back in its place. You finally take a seat and reach for your phone, you take another deep breath as you click it on, seeing you have a missed called from Jimin and also your mother.

You decide to call your mom first, you video chat her right away, waiting for her to answer.

“Hi sweetie.” Your moms voice comes through your phones speaker. “I tried calling a little while ago.”

“Sorry…” you mumble lamely. “What’s up?”

“I know you leave for your trip tomorrow and just wanted to see how you were doing.”

Your mouth opens a little…like you are going to speak but really it’s just from the pleasant surprise you are feeling from your mothers words. The past couple of weeks you two have been chatting more and more.

“I feel…” you feel your body tense, you try to take a deep breath but it feels mostly impossible. “Mom.” Your bottom lip begins to tremble, “I’m scared.”

“Things like this are scary honey.” She breathes out, her eyes soft and on you. “But you aren’t living life unless you are taking leaps of faith.”

“There is a strong chance he won’t want me.” You tell her, your breaths shaky. “Can I handle that?”

“Honey…” Your mom closes her eyes for a second before they’re back on you. “You can handle anything. I believe that. I know in the past…it might not have seemed that way but you’ve grown so much. You are so strong y/n. And I know you want to make things work…” she pauses as you try to calm your breathing, you are trying not to cry. “But…” your mother continues, “But you are complete on your own too. And you will find some epic love or whatever no matter with who. You deserve it so therefore you will have it.”

“He’s my love, mom.” You finally feel your eyes wet with tears. “He’s been my biggest supporter this whole journey and he doesn’t even know it.”

“Well y/n.” your mom exhales through her nose as she smiles for you, “It sounds like you have an important mission for this trip. I hope you really convey your feelings and most importantly…I hope you listen as well. Really listen. Listen to his thoughts and feelings too and be considerate.” She softly advises you. “Communication really is key.”

“I know…” you sniffle.

“Did you know…” your mother hesitates to continue, she exhales a long breath before setting her lips in a firm line. “Your father and I were close to divorcing around the time you were born.”

“Wait what?” you blink at the screen, feeling caught off guard.

Your mother slowly nods her head and closes her eyes.

“We just…didn’t feel like we were on the same page anymore. I didn’t know what he was thinking anymore and he had no idea what was going on in my mind either.”

You pull your brows together as you listen intently, your mom’s words making you feel a little anxious.

“We just didn’t click anymore, it felt like. We were struggling financially at the time and you were…an unexpected surprise. It truthfully further strained our marriage…” she tells you honestly. “But we loved you so much. It was the only thing holding us together.”

“How did you work things out?” you ask quietly.

“We talked. Really talked. I remember we went out on the patio after we put you girls to sleep and we just finally looked at one another and knew we had to have…you know, an important discussion.” She takes a moment to breathe evenly. “I finally let it all out…I told him about how lonely I had been feeling, I told him how I missed him…he was working a lot you know…I told him I just wasn’t happy anymore.”

You feel your heart ache a bit at her words, you never knew this about your parents.

“He ended up crying…nodding his head over and over and telling me he knows how I feel. Because he was feeling it too. The disconnect was hurting the both of us.”

“I had no idea…” you admit, still sniffling. “You and dad always seemed so…okay, all the time.”

“We didn’t want you girls to ever worry. Your father and I have shared bumps in the road but we found a way to cope. We expressed ourselves honestly, the vulnerability creating a closeness I cannot even begin to describe.”

“So you are saying…me and Taehyung—”

“You need to share everything…really everything. This is how you truly move forward.”

“Thanks for sharing that stuff about you and dad…”

“I want to help any way I can honey.” She smiles a smile you rarely see on her, it brings you automatic comfort. “Get some rest and let me know when you land. Goodnight.”

You agree and say your goodbyes to your mom as you both hang up. You sit on your couch still sniffling as you think deeply about what your mother shared with you.

After a few minutes you decide to clean your face with your sleeve and call Jimin back. The ringing only goes on for a second or two before he’s picking up.

“He isn’t going.” Jimin huffs on the video chat. “Said he isn’t in the mood to party.”

“Huh?” you blink at Jimin a few times before you’re realizing. “Oh.”

“You need to tell him you’re coming then maybe he will change his mind…”

“Yeah y/n!” You hear Jungkook yell over the phone, “tell him already! It’s killing me keeping this from him.”

“Well, first of all, hi guys.” You wave at the camera. “Second…” you chew on your lips. A horrible habit of yours, you know. “I will tell him when I get there.” You mumble.

“Oh my god, are you fucking kidding?” You hear Jungkook groan. “Just do it now.”

“Chill!” Jimin scolds Jungkook, “But he’s kind of got a point y/n…”

“Trust me…just let me tell him when I get there. Also, Jimin.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re sure it’s fine that I stay with you?” you look into his eyes through the camera and you see his thick lips curve into a wonderful grin.

“Of course my bff.”

“I want to stay over here too…” Jungkook grumbles, he finally shows himself on screen. “We can all have like a …slumber party or whatever.” His eyes slide to the side as he grows red with embarrassment.

“A slumber party?” Jimin begins to tease, “What are you, a 12 year old girl?”

“I happen to like the slumber party idea.” You nod your head approvingly.

“Seriously though y/n.” Jungkook’s eyes find yours. “Tell him you’re coming.”

“I will, I will.” You wave him off, “I’ll send a text before I fall asleep or something. Happy?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He smirks at you. “Right, Jimin?”

“Yeah.” Jimin grins again, “I’m really hoping for the best, girl.”

“Me too guys…me too.”

~

You double check to make sure you’ve packed everything for your week long trip, you then triple check just to be sure. You feel anxious again but somehow you feel okay at the same time. You think the talk you had with your mom kind of helped you.

You had no idea she and your father shared such “bumps in the road” as she had mentioned. Is talking it out really such a magical solution? Will you and Taehyung really be able to share everything…like everything, everything?

You take one huge deep breath as you pull your phone out…you find Taehyung’s name and begin writing your text.

y/n 9:04pm

I’ll be in korea for Yuna’s birthday. Will I see you there?

You quickly click your phone off and toss it to your bed and squeal. Yes, squeal. You finally did it. Now you wait for a response.

~

It’s 6 am and you are sitting on your flight waiting for takeoff, you stare at your screen as you see the fact that Taehyung read your message several hours ago. He left you on read. You could honestly throw up. You’re anxious all over again.

~~~~~~~

“You belong here!” Jimin is squeezing you so hard it’s almost crushing your very bones. “Just move here already.” He whines into your neck as he continues to embrace you. “Please.”

“My turn…” Jungkook huffs, “I said my turn!”

“Patience, brat.” Jimin teases as he leans away from you, his hands still on your arms. “So how was your flight?”

“You’re really going to try to have a whole conversation with her before I get to hug her? Really dude?” Jungkook shoves Jimin to the side before his arms wrap around you. You return his hug with your own arms circling his tiny waist.

“You missed me, Jungkook?” you inhale his scent, he smells of fresh laundry.

“Whatever.” He grumbles with a toothy grin. “So,” he pulls away from you and gestures you to come inside Jimin’s place. “How was the flight?”

“Long as hell. I’m glad to finally be here.” You walk through, setting your luggage in his walkway. “And I am so damn hungry.”

“Well, we can definitely order some food.” Jimin cheeses, “How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect.” You take your shoes off and walk further into Jimin’s home. “Smells good in here.” You comment nonchalantly.

“I lit some candles before you got here.” Jimin scratches the back of his neck, “Wasn’t sure if you would like the scent so I blew them out.”

“No, no. I like it.” You find your way into his living room, his black leather sofas taking up much of the space. You find a spot near the window and take a seat.

“So, did you even tell Taehyung? We saw him earlier today and he didn’t say anything so I am assuming you didn’t tell him.” Jungkook says with a serious tone.

“Actually I did.” You pick at your nails, but raise your head as to not look bothered.

“Wait…really? He didn’t say anything?” Jimin questions with the tilt of his head.

“He left me on read.” You say as plainly as possible. “Guess he doesn’t want to see me.”

“He…he left you on…” Jungkook looks over at Jimin, their eyes meeting with curiosity. “But he….?”

“Yup.” You go back to picking at your nails, trying your best once again to look unbothered.

“Well!” Jimin claps his hands together, “What should we eat?”

A few hours pass, night time quickly approaching. You, Jimin and Jungkook wait for Yuna and Jiwoo to arrive at Jimin’s place. You three drinking soju, giggling while resting on the sofas when you hear knocking on Jimin’s front door.

Jimin hurries to answer when you hear the voices of your two friends echoing lightly throughout the place. Yuna appears first, she rushes to your spot on the couch, jumping on you and quickly embracing you. You can’t help but laugh out loud, inhaling her sweet, sweet scent as you two hug one another. Jiwoo joins you both by sitting next to you and wrapping her arms around you.

“H-Hi Jiwoo.” Jungkook quickly stands up when Jimin is coming to his side and nudging his shoulder.

“And Yuna.” He reminds him with his teasing voice.

“Right.” Jungkook clears his throat. “And Yuna. Hi.”

“Hey.” Jiwoo replies cooly, “You guys started drinking without us?”

“You guys took too long!” You slur happily. “We only have had a little, little.” You show her how little with your pointer finger and thumb.

“Sure Miss Drunkie.” Jiwoo laughs, “Yuna I think you can let her breathe now.”

“One more minute!” Yuna rubs her face on your shoulder as she continues to hug you. “Missed my y/n!”

“Yuna!” you giggle. “You have 5 more seconds!”

“Fine.” Yuna pouts dramatically, pulling off you. She sits on your other side and smiles up at you. Her hair is still a pale pink and her eyeshadow is a glittery art work. You look over at Jiwoo with her jet black hair, it’s gotten even longer.

“It’s good to see you guys.” You chirp, “And oh my god, two more days until your birthday!” you point at Yuna excitedly.

“I can’t believe your dad is letting you have your birthday party at the Mondrian.” Jimin takes a seat on the other sofa with Jungkook. “That place is so nice.”

“I’m spoiled.” Yuna sings, “So spoiled!”

“At least she admits it.” Jiwoo deadpans.

You start giggling some more, reaching for another shot of soju. You down it back and smack your lips in satisfaction.

“Yummy!” you sway into Yuna and Jiwoo. “You guys want to play a game?”

“Like what?” Jungkook asks. “I think Hobi said he wants to swing by.”

“Oh! Yay.” You chirp happily, “Can the rest of the guys not make it?”

“We’re meeting with everyone tomorrow Miss impatient.” Jimin takes his own shot of soju.

“But I want to see everyone now.” You jut your lip out. “Jungkook!” you stand up and stumble to where he’s seated. “Call em and tell em to come here. Now.” You plop down next to him. “Pretty please.” You lean into his shoulder and smile for him. Jungkook turns nice and rosy before he’s lightly pushing you away.

“You have to wait y/n.” he reminds you, avoiding your intense gaze.

“Jungkookie.” You whine, “I said pretty please.”

“Wow, she is drunk.” Jiwoo chuckles, “I love it.”

“Same.” Jimin’s eyes turn to crescents as he grins. “She is so…free.” He says quieter, “She’s changed so much.”

“Jungkookie!” You lean into his space again, your big eyes blinking up at him over and over until he’s groaning.

“Fine!” he throws his hands up, “Who should we call first?”

You end up calling the rest of the guys and chatting for a while, your drunken state only worsening. But it’s nothing but a good time. Jimin ends up tucking you in his kind size bed, he brushes the hair out of your face and watches you fondly as you snore in your sleep. He’s so proud of you. Jungkook walks into the bedroom as well and he shares a knowing look with Jimin and Jimin’s smile fades into a frown.

“Want to have a beer on the patio?” Jungkook nods towards outside the room.

“Sure.” Jimin takes one last look at you before he’s leaving you to sleep. Jimin and Jungkook walk past the sofa where Yuna and Jiwoo are knocked out, cuddling each other for warmth. They make their way outside and take their seats on the patios chairs.

“So.” Jungkook pinches his brows together, “He didn’t say anything to us.”

“I know.” Jimin’s frown only deepens. “He’s probably taking his time to process her arrival, you know?”

“Is it that simple?” Jungkook brows pull together even further. “He’s doing so well and maybe he…”

“He just needs time Jungkook. I know him.”

“I know him too Jimin and he acted like she didn’t reach out to him? That’s not…I don’t know, concerning to you?”

Jimin stares straight ahead, bringing his beer to his lips. He takes a few gulps before facing Jungkook.

“Yeah.” He admits. “It is.”

~

The next morning is horrific, the hangover you have is probably literally killing you. Your head is absolutely pounding and your body feels weak. But you have to admit the sheets in this bed feel amazing so you are tempted to stay here forever—or at least until this killer hangover disappears.

“y/n. It’s like 2pm.” You hear Jungkook’s voice hammer in your ears. “Get up!”

“Nooooooo.” You groggily whine, pulling the sheets up over your head. “Want to stay here forever.”

“Brought you some water girl.” Jimin’s angelic voice is heard, he’s gently pulling the sheets down and exposing your tired as hell face.

“Drink it slowly.” He sweetly advises, “And here’s some pain killers.” He hands you two pills and you eye him up before taking them gratefully.

“Thanks…” you murmur. “Holy hell, soju is no joke.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook laughs. “But you hung in there!”

“Where are Yuna and Jiwoo?” you pop the pills in your mouth and drink back some water. The refreshing beverage already making you feel a little more alive.

“They left hours ago!” Jungkook continues to laugh, “You slept through it.”

“Damn.” You grumble, “Wait!” you suddenly raise your head up. “Aren’t the guys getting here at 3 today?”

“Yes.” Jimin smiles, “So maybe you want to shower….and get ready.”

“O-Okay.” You agree, you pull the sheets back off your body and rise from the bed, the room starts to slightly spin and you whine. “I am not drinking this much ever again!”

“You say that now. But Yuna’s party is open bar so.” Jungkook winks.

You gag just at the thought of drinking more alcohol. You drag your feet towards Jimin’s bathroom and your hand reaches for the shower knob and you turn it on, letting the water warm up.

“Okay, I’ll get ready! You two shoo.”

The shower is exactly what you needed, the warm water making you feel relaxed and comfortable. You’re grateful that Jimin is letting you stay at his place for a whole week…you really wish you saw them more often. You really wish you lived here sometimes.

You admittedly love it here…you enjoy your life back home too, don’t get it wrong but something about this place that feels so fitting.

“Almost done in there?” You hear Jimin softly knock on the bathroom door. “Jin says they’re on the way.”

“Be right out!” you call back out. “Almost done.”

You take a look in the mirror and you think to yourself about how nicely you clean up. You got some ripped jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, some light make up and two clips in your hair. You look cute as hell actually.

“Okay. Time to see my friends.” You give yourself an awkward thumbs up in the mirror before you’re chuckling. “Should I practice my Korean on them?” you ask out loud. Then you nod your head and give yourself another thumbs up before you step out of the bathroom, walk through Jimin’s room and enter the living room.

“About time lady!” Jungkook snickers, “What the hell were you doing in there?”

“You shouldn’t ask a girl that!” Jimin swats Jungkook’s arm. “Feeling better y/n?”

“Loads!” you walk towards them and find a place on the couch. “Are they almost here?”

Suddenly, there’s excessive knocking on the front door. You three whip your heads in the direction and you jump up in delight. You race Jungkook to the door and swing it open and as soon as you do so many arms are reaching out to hold you.

“y/n!!!!” Hobi is the first to wrap his arms around you so tightly, he sways your bodies back and forth. “I missed you so much.” He finally lets go when Jin is automatically pulling you into his chest.

“Your favorite one is here now.” He jokes as he squeezes your smaller body.

“Uh have you guys ever stayed up all night on the phone sharing writing tips for hours? I don’t think so.” You hear Namjoon say teasingly. “Come here you.” He’s dragging your arm until your body is being engulfed by his. “About time you visited.”

“Hey, we don’t have any say on y/n’s timing to come here. What matters is that she is here now.” Yoongi stands to the side, waiting for his turn. “But I would like a hug too.” He smiles that gummy smile and you giggle. You leave Namjoon to give Yoongi a tight embrace, he rocks your bodies back and forth before he’s letting go altogether.

“Good to see you y/n.” he says.

“You too. All of you.” You look at the boys, “You have no idea how much I missed you guys. Talking through the phone just isn’t enough, is it?”

“You could always move here.” Hobi offers with a teasing smile. “But you know that already.”

“She does know that!” Jungkook yells over the chatter. “But she’s a scaredy cat.”

“Hey.” You pout towards Jungkook. “Am not.”

“Then move here.” Jimin gives you his best sly smile, “You can live with me.”

“As tempting as that sounds,” you giggle, walking into the kitchen with the guys following behind you.

“Ah y/n, I think your phone is ringing.” Jin points towards the device on the counter. “Should I answer it?”

You raise your brows and head to the counter to see who is calling. Marcus.

“Oh hold on, let me take this.” You announce to everyone before answering your phone,

“Hello?”

“Hey. Just wanted to check in on you.” You hear Marcus’s raspy voice on the other end. “How is it?”

“Good, good. The flight was good. I’ve just been hanging with everyone. Actually I’m with everyone now…can we talk later?” you mumble into the phone.

“Oh.” Marcus chuckles, “Sure. Call me later?”

“Yeah.” He hears the smile in your voice. “I’ll call you later.” And then you’re quickly hanging up, bringing the phone back to the counter. It’s oddly quiet in the house.

“What?” You ask with big eyes, blinking at everyone. They all give you a curious look before you scoff.

“He’s just a friend.” You say sternly. “So stop whatever ideas your guys are all getting in your silly little heads.”

“Just friends….” Namjoon nods his head slowly. “Right.”

“I’m serious.”

“She’s ‘serious’ mhm.” Jungkook nods his head mockingly. “Right.”

“I am!” you groan, “Seriously.”

“She said they’re just friends, guys.” Yoongi puts a hand on your shoulder, “Right?”

“Right.”

“Right.” Jin nods his head quickly.

“Right.” Hobi gives you a thumbs up before he’s giving you one of his signature grins.

“Well,” Jimin comes up to you and reaches for your hand and squeezing it, “y/n is here guys. Let’s make the most of this week. Tomorrow is Friday, aka Yuna’s extravagant birthday ball and we have a lot of catching up to do.”

~~~~~~~

You lay in bed after a long day of hanging with your friends, your phone up to your face as you stare at the screen that mocks you. He read your message and just…never replied. You are trying your best to feel okay but now that you lay alone you start to feel the loneliness creep up. Does he not want to see you? Is he afraid to see you?

You exit your message threads and go to your photos…you find the selfies from your date and you stare and stare at the screen. He’s so strikingly handsome. You feel your chest tighten as you continue to gaze at the photos, you feel your heart squeeze in your chest. Suddenly there is knocking on the bedroom door and Jimin is walking in…you’re quick to click your phone off and pretend you just weren’t staring at the man you love.

“Hey.” Jimin greets you softly. “You still awake?”

“Yeah…” you turn over to face him, you scoot over and pat the spot next to you and he takes the invitation to slide in the sheets.

“How are you doing?” Jimin asks suddenly, his tone is warm and comforting and you almost burst into tears at his question but instead you clear your throat and nod your head a few times.

“Good.” you lie.

“y/n…” Jimin breathes out slowly, “Really. How are you?” his eyes are full of fucking pity and it’s driving you to feel like a god damn burden.

“I said I’m good.” But your voice cracks, and he’s already pulling you into his chest.

“y/n…” he holds you tight as you try to even out your breathing. “I talked to him today.”

“He’s…” you hiccup, “He’s going to come. I know it.” You say into Jimin’s chest. “I know it. Even if he doesn’t reply to me, he’s going to go to the party.”

“…He…said he isn’t going.” Jimin tells you regretfully. “He seemed pretty serious.”

“No.” you sniffle now, “He’s going.” You feel your eyes sting as you try to blink back growing tears. “He’s going.” You repeat pathetically.

“Okay, okay.” Jimin begins rubbing your back. “Okay.”

“I just need a chance Jimin.” You hiccup again, “A chance to show him that I…” your breathing picks up even more, your sharp breaths concerning Jimin.

“Just relax…” He continues to rub your back, “I’m here.”

“Jimin…” your voice cracks again but this time because of a quiet sob that finally breaks through. “I miss him so much.” You cry.

“I know girl.” His soft voice making you feel comforted. “I’m holding onto hope too.” He tells you, his tender tone only making you cry harder.

“Fuck…” you sob into his chest. “I miss him so fucking much.”

You eventually fall asleep in Jimin’s arms after you spent some time crying it out. Jimin has a hard time knocking out, his mind too busy with thoughts of you and Taehyung.

~

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” Jimin has stars in his eyes as he looks at you, “Right, Jungkook?” he hits Jungkook’s arm and Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Thanks guys.” You tug on the material over your stomach and frown. “Are you sure though? This dress looks fine on me?”

“Absolutely. Gorgeous.” Jimin repeats. “Stunning.”

“He’s right.” Jungkook shrugs. “You do look nice. Or whatever.”

“Fine, I guess I will have to believe you two. You also look nice.” You gesture towards the two men in suits. “This is about to be super fancy isn’t it?” you pinch your brows together as you chuckle. “Yuna really went all out.” You look up at the building. The Mondrian is a beautiful hotel, very luxurious. You three step through the rotating doors and enter the main building.

“She can go all out when she’s got daddy’s money.” Jungkook big doe eyes look around him, he’s in awe of the hotel, that much is clear.

“Should we find the conference room and find the bar and you know, start drinking?” your eyes scan around, noticing all the people dressed up walking to the elevators. “She said it’s on the 3rd floor right?”

“What happened to no more drinking?” Jungkook nudges your shoulder. “But hell yeah, let’s go.”

“I second that.” Jimin links arms with you and Jungkook, leading the way towards the elevators.

You three find the conference room and your eyes grow twice their size. This room is huge, many tables set up, people dancing to loud music, the bar is poppin with lines of people waiting for a free drink, it’s beyond what you imagined.

“y/n!!!” You hear the high pitched voice of no other than Yuna. She looks so beautiful it actually feels blinding. Her deep green gown, her pale pink hair, her subtle yet gorgeous make up. She looks like a fairy princess. Jiwoo follows closely behind, a bold, blue dress with her hair pinned up. She looks like a model out of a magazine.

“You look amazing.” Yuna points at you, her eyes full of genuine surprise. “Like, what the heck?” she looks you up and down, her hands motioning towards your body.

“This dress is so…” She blinks at you repeatedly, “Do a turn for me!”

You giggle, feeling a bit shy but you do a little twirl. Yuna pretends to faint.

“AND IT’S BACKLESS?! You’re killing me!” she yells out dramatically. “Jiwoo are you seeing this?!” “You do look so pretty.” Jiwoo chuckles. “Yuna, can you ever compliment someone more normally?”

“You like the way I compliment.” Yuna raises her head up. “You know it’s true.”

“You literally pretended to have a heart attack when you saw me tonight.” Jiwoo deadpans, “who does that?”

“Girls who recognize real beauty.” Yuna states matter of fact. “And girl, you are beautiful.”

“Shush.” Jiwoo’s cheeks begin to heat up, you can’t help but giggle at the interaction.

“You both look lovely.” You tell them sincerely. “And happy birthday Yuna.” You lean in for a hug, its tight and quick and you’re pulling away much faster than Yuna’s liking,

“Thanks girl.” She smiles for you. “You really do look so nice y/n…are you hoping to see T—”

“Yuna.” Jiwoo warns, “Let’s get a drink?”

“Yeah, let’s do that.” You say, “Where did Jimin and Jungkook go?” you finally notice they’re absence.

“Probably to their table. With the rest of the guys.” Yuna tells you while she starts leading you girls towards the open bar. “Shots?” She smirks towards you two. “It’s my birthday so you can’t say no.”

“Fine. But you’re trying to kill me.” You laugh, “I’m going easy tonight.”

“One shot.” Yuna pouts cutely, “But you!” She points at Jiwoo. “You have to take two with me.”

“Fine by me.” Jiwoo shrugs. We both know between the two of us, it’s me who’s taking care of you and your drunk ass tonight.”

“Counting on it.” Yuna blows Jiwoo a kiss.

“Ugh, let’s do this.”

You girls wait for the shots, taking them quickly once they’re in your hands. The burn is exactly what you needed to loosen up. You’re nervous tonight. You’re anticipating Taehyung’s arrival. Yes, he never replied to you. Yes, he told Jimin he wasn’t coming. But you feel it in your bones…he’s coming tonight. He wants to see you as bad as you want to see him. At least that’s what you are hoping for.

“You’re too good of a dancer Hobi, I can’t keep up with you!” you whine loud enough for him to hear you over the music.

“You’re doing great!” he tells you, his hands on your waist. “Just move to the music girl!”

“Easier said than done.” You laugh loudly, “Hey, what time is it?”

“Hm..” Hobi lifts his left wrist to look at his watch. “Almost 12.” He tells you.

It’s almost 12? And he’s still not here? No, you know he’s coming. He has to. He will. You feel your chest close in on you, and your heart thumping wildly. You know you’re going to see him tonight. You know it. You excuse yourself and head towards the doors of the conference room. You walk past Jimin who suddenly frowns as he realizes you’re heading out the doors, he tries calling out for you but you ignore him. He doesn’t think Taehyung is going to show up.

But you know.

You stand in the hallway in front of the elevators for who knows how long, you shift from one foot to the other as you wait anxiously. The party is still going hard, but you’ve tuned it all out. The only thing you hear is Taehyung’s deep voice. It plays in your mind, him saying something as simple as your name. You wish you were hearing it for real. You hear the ding of the arriving elevator and go rigid.

The sharp intake of breath your weak body just sucked in has you feeling tense. You knew you were going to see him…you knew this was going to happen but here you are, trying so hard to even out your breathing as you await his arrival. No amount of journaling could calm you, relax you, give you a sense of peace. No amount of alcohol could make you feel looser.

“Jimin just told me…” Yuna catches up to you, out of breath. “y/n…” your name leaves her mouth with pity, “I don’t think he’s going to come.”

“He will.” You say, standing your ground outside the elevator. “He will.”

“At least wait inside…” She gestures towards the conference room, where the party is. “It looks lonely waiting out here.”

Your eyes fall to the tiled floor, the shiny cream colored squares showing a vague reflection of yourself. Maybe it is lonely.

“Okay…” You turn around to face Yuna, a tired smile working itself on your lips. “Let’s dance?”

“Yeah.” She offers a drunk smile.

Then you hear the elevator doors opening, you whip your head in the direction of the doors but inside is only unrecognizable faces.

“Let’s go.” You tell her, trying your best not to feel so disappointed.

You both walk into the room again, the music blaring and the sight of sweaty bodies grinding against one another.

“I need a drink.” You take a deep breath before heading towards the bar. You find yourself downing shot after shot.

“Hey, slow down.” Jungkook’s voice cuts in through the booming music. “Don’t want you to like, throw up.”

“Hey Jungkook…?” You hand him your drink, getting it away from you. “You’re always straight up…”

“Don’t do this.” Jungkook warns you softly, “Not now.”

“Is Taehyung—”

“Is Taehyung…what?” A new voice cuts in, a voice you know all too well. It’s deep, deeper than the fucking ocean. It’s smooth, its charming, You feel your breath get caught in your throat as your ears process the voice they heard. You struggle for a moment, but you finally tilt your head to the side and your eyes narrow at the tall figure.

“Am I what?” he repeats.

Finally, a small gasp leaves your lips as your eyes widen in genuine shock. You knew he would come tonight yet somehow you are as surprised as Jungkook next to you. You don’t notice but Jungkook nods his head towards Taehyung and walks away, leaving you two.

“T-Taehyung…?” you blink over and over, not believing your eyes. “What are you—”

“I’m here to see you.” He tells you bluntly. “And my god woman, you are a sight for sore eyes.” He all but whispers, his expression stiff as he eyes you.

“Taehyung.” You release the shakiest breath as you repeat his name.

“Hi y/n.”

You straighten yourself, trying to show off the fact that you aren’t totally drunk. You look all around the slightly spinning room and search for faces you know. Finally, your eyes lock with Jimin’s. He looks worried but he quickly tries to smile for you. You look panicked to say the least. The room is crowded, loud, hot and sweaty. But all of that fades away when the scent of Taehyung fills your nostrils. You take a second to notice he has stepped forward until he is right in front of you.

“y/n.” he says your name as a command. Your frantic eyes find his and you feel the whole room freeze.

Taehyung studies you, his focused eyes scanning every inch of your body. You watch as he lifts a hand and reaches behind you. Then suddenly you are feeling light fingertips tracing your down your spine. His fingers barely skid across your exposed skin and you slowly close your eyes at the contact. Your breathing slowing as well.

Taehyung’s fingers glide back up your back, his touch so light like he almost wasn’t even touching you. His serious expression beginning to soften as he brings his hand back to his own body.

“This dress is like the one you wore on the island.”

“You like it.” You whisper.

“Yes.” He admits, you two gaze into one another’s eyes until he finally looks off to the side.

“Should we talk?” he asks you, “Or are you too drunk?”

“No, no.” you shake your head, “Let’s talk.”

Taehyung looks you over one last time before nodding his head and turning around to head towards the exit. You gulp as you watch his broad back…you hurry to follow him.

Taehyung glances behind him and he exhales a long breath when he sees you rushing after him, he looks forward again until he’s reaching the elevators.

“Come on.” He gestures towards the open elevators.

You walk quickly, reaching him and the elevator before you’re going inside. He follows you in.

“Taehyung—”

“Wait until we are downstairs.” He cuts you off softly.

“Okay…”

The ride is silent. But your mind is as loud as shrieking ghosts, ghosts that want to haunt and traumatize you. You finally hear the ding, signaling your arrival to the first floor.

“Come on.” He tells you, his voice booming throughout the small space. “Follow me.”

You do as he says, you follow him. Truthfully, you would follow him anywhere. Even to the ends of the Earth.

“Yes, hi.” Taehyung begins speaking to the front desk lady. “I want a room, please.”

Wait, a room? You’d follow him anywhere but a room?

“Taehyung—”

“It’s just so we have privacy.” He assures you, not even looking in your direction.

“It’s expensive…” you slur. “We can just talk outside.”

“It’s fine.” He hands the lady his card, “Which floor?”

“6th floor.” She informs him with a bright smile.

Your eyes find your shoes, somehow they’re more fascinating than anything else suddenly. Then you feel the warmth of Taehyung’s hand wrapping itself around yours, his fingers struggling to intertwine with your own. But then you finally receive the hint and allow him to hold your hand.

“You’re drunk, y/n.” he says, voice laced in disappointment, “I’m sorry for making you wait.” He leads you back to the elevators. You two walk inside and he let’s go of your hand, he runs his fingers through his smooth hair and sighs out in defeat.

“You should just get some sleep.”

“I want to talk.” You slur again, “I have…I have so much to say.”

“We’ll see.” His low voice rumbles. “We’ll see.”

The ride up to the 6th floor is long, but you finally make it out of that small space and stumble towards your room.

Taehyung unlocks the door and you make your way inside…the view is amazing. The city is quite the sight.

“Take your shoes off, I’m sure your feet hurt.” Taehyung loosens up his tie.

“They do.” You admit in a whine.

Taehyung takes a seat on the edge of the made bed and watches you with intense eyes as you get comfortable.

“C’mere.” He pats the spot next to him.

Suddenly you become very shy. You haven’t felt this kind of tension in so long. His eyes boring into every inch of your skin, his eyes trailing along your body and making you feel exposed. Making you feel naked.

“Okay.” You nod your head slowly, “I can do that.” You take your time walking to him, sitting next to him on the bed.

“What is it you want to tell me?” Taehyung gets straight to the point.

“Uh….umm…”

“Words y/n.” he closes his eyes for a brief second, then his sight is back on you. “Why did you want to see me?”

“Taehyung.” Saying his name feels so…exhilarating. You’ve avoided it for so long but now you can say it and it feels like freedom and it tastes so, so sweet on your tongue.

“I don’t know where to start.” You admit. “I didn’t rehearse…”

For the first time tonight Taehyung’s face splits into a small smile as he quietly chuckles.

“Rehearse?”

“Yeah…I didn’t practice what to say.” You slur cutely.

“Just let the words flow naturally.” His eyes light up in slight amusement. “What is it you want to tell me?”

“I miss you.” You blurt out, your hand immediately going to cover your mouth as if you said curse words.

“You miss me?” he repeats your words, “Is that so?”

You slowly lower your hand that covers your mouth and nod your head.

“Yes.” You close your eyes and tilt your head back. “This past year…”

“What about it?”

“This past year I…”

“You?” Taehyung raises a curious brow, “You what?”

“I think I’ve become better.” You slur out your words, “I’m better now.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung asks, his voice low. “I’m happy for you.”

“Taehyung.” You lower your head and open your eyes. They stare straight ahead. “Can we make this work?” your words jumble together as you try to speak. Those last shots sneaking up on you.

“I’ve decided that this conversation is going to have to wait.” Taehyung stands from the bed, “I’m going to get you some water.”

You watch as he walks towards a counter and pours you a glass of water, he comes back and places the cup in your hands. “Drink.” He says softly. “Please.”

“O-Okay.” You bring the cup to your lips, your eyes never leaving his as you gulp back some of the liquid.

“Good girl.” He whispers. “Now, I want you to get some sleep.”

“Are you sleeping with me?” you hiccup.

“No.” he tells you with a tender voice, “But I will stay here until you fall asleep, how about that?”

“Okay….”

Taehyung watches you carefully as you lay down on the bed, your head falling onto the fluffy pillow and your eyes closing almost immediately. He softly groans when you begin snoring only minutes later…his eyes never leaving you.

You’re going to be in Korea? For Yuna’s birthday? Taehyung reads your text like he’s on repeat. He is feeling an array of emotions, he feels good things, bad things, things in the middle. But the bad things…aren’t even very bad. It’s just anxiety…and doubt. Maybe it is that bad.

Taehyung decides not to reply not until he’s talked to his therapist, he wants to thoroughly discuss this over and come to a smart decision. But his heart is fucking fluttering at the thought of seeing you. He really misses you. But are either of you ready to face the other?

The next day Taehyung gets to the old man’s office, waiting patiently outside the door until he gets the signal he can go in. Where does he start? Does he just show the text to his therapist? Does he talk about something else first before nonchalantly bringing you up and this text that is haunting him?

“y/n texted me.” He decides to be straight forward, as usual.

“Ah, really?” the old man peeks at Taehyung through his glasses that rest lowly on his nose. “What did she say?”

“She’s coming here. She asked if she will see me.”

“And will you see her?”

“I…I don’t know.” Taehyung admits between a long breath, “I really don’t know.”

The old man nods his head in quiet understanding, he jots down some notes on his notebook with his pen.

“Taehyung.” The man stops writing his notes to get a look at Taehyung, “What do you want from her? If anything at all.”

“I just want her to live a good life.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked what you want from her?”

“I don’t know anymore.” He tells the old man, his voice low.

“It’s okay not to know. You don’t have to see her if you aren’t ready, you know?”

“I don’t?” Taehyung asks, but then his lips curve upward like he realizes how silly his question is. “I know.” He nods his head, “But it’s not like I don’t want to see her. I do.”

“Then—”

“But I don’t know how to prepare for that. I don’t know how to face her. What will we even talk about? Why does she want to see me? Is she just being polite because we share the same friends? That she knows she’s bound to run into me? Or is it because she does want to see me? But why? Why?” Taehyung begins to ramble. “Can we coexist? Is this just about coexisting? Is that about us? Her and I? Is this about what we can maybe be? But how do either of us know we are ready for that?”

“Ah, that.” The old man sighs out, taking his glasses off. “I know it may seem like cliché words…but you will just know.”

“You’re right. Those are cliché words.” Taehyung says with a straight face.

“But they are a classic for a reason, you know?” The old man points out with a chuckle. “You will feel it. You will feel it in every fiber of your being of what the right thing to do is. You will feel it. Your bones will tell you. Your heart will tell you. You will realize how simple and easy it is to just know.”

“But I don’t know?”

“Because maybe it isn’t time for you yet to be aware. But the time will come.”

“I think for now…I need time to think. I didn’t have enough time to prepare for this.” Taehyung says honestly. “This is too sudden.”

“You have every right to feel that way.”

“But how does she feel?” Taehyung becomes worried, his soft expression becoming more and more serious.

“We’re here to focus on you.” The old man reminds him gently. “In the end, I believe you will do what you think is best. You will do what you think is right. And coming to those type of conclusions takes time.”

Taehyung sits down in a chair across from the bed, gazing at you as you sleep. He thought seeing you would give him the answers he needs but he’s still lost. It took a lot for him to show up here…it took a lot for him to gather the courage to face you. He thought for sure once he saw you he would know everything. He would feel what to do. But seeing you here only confuses him further. What does he want? What is he ready for? Does he even know you anymore?

Finally, Taehyung stands up from the chair and walks to your side of the bed. He reaches his hand to gently stroke your cheek before he’s leaving the room. Leaving you. He sends a text to Jimin letting him know your room number and that you’re fast asleep. Then he is heading back home.

~~~~

“A movie night?” you tilt your head to the side, “I don’t know…can we just—”

“It’ll be a good way for everyone to unwind from last night’s partying!” Jimin whines, “Please! I promise you can choose the first movie.” He offers with a sweet smile.

“Jimin I don’t know…if I’m up for this after last night…”

“Oh? Didn’t I tell you?” the corner of Jimin’s mouth curves upwards. “He said he was going to come tonight.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, said he wanted to hang with everyone. Guess that includes you.” Jimin points out knowingly. “You said you guys didn’t really get to talk so maybe…”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“But you said you were going to give it your all right? This is an opportunity.”

“Oh…” you start pulling at the ends of your hair, “That’s true.”

“So movie night?”

“Movie night.”

You and Jimin clean up his place as you wait for everyone’s arrival. Hobi and Yoongi show up first, then Namjoon and finally Jungkook and Jin. Taehyung still hasn’t shown up and you guys are about to play your first movie. You wonder if he is really coming.

“He’s coming, I just talked to him on the way here.” Jungkook assures you. “Relax.”

“I am relaxed.” You lie, “You relax.”

“He went last night…that’s a good sign, right?”

“I don’t know.” You admit honestly. “We didn’t get to talk.”

Suddenly, you hear the front door unlocking and opening up. You guess he has a key. You freeze on the sofa, you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. He’s here.

“Hey guys.” You hear his deep voice rumble. “I’m here.” He announces but you keep your eyes on the TV. You feel his footsteps get closer and closer, the pitter patter against the wooden floors making you so anxious.

Then you see his figure in your peripherals, he’s standing on the side of the couch, facing you.

“Hi y/n.”

You gulp, your eyes still on the TV when you remind yourself you’re a brave girl. You slowly turn your head to face him, your wide eyes finding his face. His hair is shorter than you remember, still a bit wavy and still dark. He looks so handsome, so mature. He’s got on some comfortable looking pants and a printed button up, his hands in his pockets as he looks down at you.

“Hi.” You squeak.

“Can I sit next to you?” he asks, his low voice barely heard by the others. “If it’s okay…”

“Yeah!” you rush to scoot over, making room for him. “Sit, sit.”

Taehyung gives you a wide boxy grin and nods his head quickly, he takes a seat next to you, his shoulder bumping yours. Fuck, you feel like you’re in middle school. His shoulder is like, fucking heaven or some shit.

“What movie did you guys decide on?”

“I don’t know, something random.” You tell him nervously. “It just started. You haven’t missed much.”

“I don’t think I’ll be paying much attention to the movie anyway.” Taehyung whispers, his warm breath fanning your cheek from how close he is.

“Oh?” you gulp. “Jimin says it’s good though.”

“I’m not really here for the movies, you know?” He leans into you a little bit and you feel a harsh, harsh blush creep up on your heated cheeks. His fingers find your knee and he taps against your jeans. “Can we talk outside?”

“The—The movie….” You whisper, pointing at the screen. “Let’s just watch the movie for now.”

Shit, you haven’t felt this nervous under his gaze in his long. His eyes study you as you watch the film. You can feel his intense gaze. You can feel how he just stares at you from time to time.

You aren’t sure why you are chickening out…maybe because you’re embarrassed about being drunk last night. How you asked if you guys could work on it, but he said he wanted to save this talk for later. It’s just making you more and more nervous.

“This movie is boring.” Jin yawns. “Let’s pause and order some food? Also let’s go to the store and get some beer?”

“Dude yes!” Hobi agrees, “I’ll go. Who wants to come with me?”

“I’ll go with you.” Namjoon raises his hand.

“You’re right I need your muscles to help me.”

“I’ll order the food!” Jimin offers but Jungkook is quick to volunteer as well, something about not trusting Jimin to get all the good meats.

“Sounds good.” Yoongi brings out his phone and starts playing on it.

Taehyung glances over at you and nods towards the patio.

“Shall we?” he begins standing up, he faces you and extends his hand out for you to take. You hesitate but you take it. The warmth of his hand sending tingles all throughout your body, you wonder if he feels it too.

He leads you out to the patio and you both take a seat across from one another. You nervously shake your knee up and down and Taehyung can’t help but chuckle.

“Will you calm down?” He insists, “You’re the one who wanted to talk, remember?”

“I know.” You find his beautiful, brown eyes. “I do.”

“Then talk.” He gestures for you to go on.

“Taehyung.”

“Yes?”

“How has your year been?” this is where you decide to start.

“Hard. Good. Worth it.” He leans back in the chair, “I struggled some days more than others but mostly…really good.”

“Do you think you could…be honest with me? Be open with me?” you nibble on your lips, your knee continues to shake.

“How so?”

“Can you tell me all about your year, what you went through, how you felt. Your feelings in general. Could you do that? With me?”

Taehyung blinks at you in surprise for a few seconds before he is closing his eyes altogether. He leans even further back in his chair and takes a deep breath.

“You want to know me again?” he whispers out. “You want to know me?”

“Yes. And I want you to know me in return.” Your shaking knee finally comes to a stop as you drag your chair closer to his. “I want to…really talk. About everything. I want to understand you. I want…”

“I understand.” Taehyung nods his head before opening his eyes again, they find yours and you’re intimated by his gaze. He observes you for a while, his serious expression making you nervous again.

“What do you want from me?” He asks bluntly. “What is your ultimate goal here?”

“You.” You reply just as straight forward. “I want you.”

“I don’t know.” He says quickly, you feel your heart squeeze in your chest. He doesn’t know?

“I think…” he sighs out, “I don’t think it’s that simple.” And what the old man said is starting to make sense. This is a moment where Taehyung feels it. He feels what the right thing to do is.

“I don’t think we can jump into something like romance, y/n.”

You brows pinch together as you listen to him speak, but you relax your features and nod in understanding,

“Do you want to be friends with me, Taehyung?”

“I think that’s a place we can start.”

#bts #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #the island chapter 14

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sugar sugar - january.

Summary: Becky accidentally runs into her family and Henry is right there to comfort her.

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Brief mention 'daddy’ and ‘sex’. Also some family abuse (both present and past) and some self esteem issues (does that need a warning, idunno)

Wordcount: 7k

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January 1st 3 a.m.

Becky: Happy New Year, Henry 🥰

Henry: Happy New Year, darling

Becky: Could you maybe do me a favor?

Henry: What?

Becky: Could you pick me up?

Becky: I’m at this party, but the cabs look pretty… Sketchy.

Becky: And I’m kinda scared and want to go home

Henry: Share your location, I’ll be right there.

✤ ✤ ✤

‘Thank you for picking me up,’ I say when I sit next to Henry in his car, as I play with the hem of my skirt.

‘Of course,’ he says. ‘I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to text me.’

‘I didn’t wake you, right?’ I ask.

‘I was working, so…’

‘You were working on New Years Day? You have to take more day offs, Henry,’ I chuckle. ‘Let that be your New Years resolution.’

He smiles. ‘Did you enjoy tonight?’

I shrug. ‘I guess so,’ I whisper.

‘The party wasn’t fun?’ he asks.

‘It was. Before and after twelve o’clock it was a lot fun. Drinking, playing some games, spending time with my friends. Nearly making Gen a promise I would French kiss her into the new year,’ I chuckle. ‘It’s just that shift from one year to another that’s hard,’ I say, as I stare out of the car. ‘I haven’t spend that moment with anyone since I was fourteen.’

‘Why not?’

‘There is no one I can spend it with,’ I say. ‘Besides, it’s easier to be alone. Even when I’m with my friends, I can’t watch them kiss their boyfriends into the New Year. Gosh, it’s only three hours into the new year and I’m already depressed. Fuck, I’m sorry.’

‘Must’ve been hard,’ he says, as he parks the car.

I shake my head, shrug and say: ‘Doesn’t matter. I was just being a party pooper. Tell me, what are your new years resolutions?’

Henry smiles. ‘Spoiling you.’

I roll my eyes. ‘You must have hobbies or other things. A life outside of me.’

‘I don’t.’ I’m not sure if this is a joke or not, but I let out a laugh anyway. ‘What are yours?’

I smile. ‘Enjoy my life,’ I say. ‘I have every reason to be happy.’

‘You do,’ Henry confirms and he gets out of the car, telling me to wait. Together we walk towards my room and when we stop in front of my door, I say: ‘Happy New Year, Henry.’

‘Happy New Year, darling,’ he says with a smile. ‘I’m taking you shopping on the fourth,’ he says. ‘Your schedule is entirely free.’

‘Thank you, boss.’ I blink my eyes and wrap my arms around his waist. ‘You know, if you’d asked, I would’ve spend New Years with you.’

‘You would?’ he asks me.

I nod. ‘Yeah and I might’ve stayed with you at twelve o’clock.’ I place my chin on his chest and say: ‘Talk to you later, Henry.’

‘Later, Becky.’

January 4th 11 p.m.

Henry took me shopping for tonight’s meeting and after I tried on a few dresses, I figured the red dress was exactly what I’ve always wanted to wear at least once in my life. It’s a tight dress, with spaghetti straps and cups on the inside, so the world doesn’t know how cold I am while I’m braless. The high red heels match perfectly and thankfully I can continue wearing the jewelry. I haven’t taken them off since Paris. ‘I look perfect to be your arm candy,’ I admit, as we walk towards the club. We parked the car somewhere else and have to walk for around ten minutes. That’s okay, I like walking next to Henry, especially when he has his arm tightly wrapped around my shoulder, giving me additional warmth the coat doesn’t give me. I snake my arm around his waist, as I stare at some people in line, who are desperate to go in. Some are more intoxicated than others and despite it looking pretty sleazy, I can totally see myself in that line with Genevieve and Viola, hoping to get in (to actually stay outside the entire night.

However, now Henry and I simply walk passed it.

‘You look perfect,’ he says.

‘What am I supposed to do?’ I ask him. ‘Sit there, be pretty?’

He smiles. ‘Well, it’s just me having boring business talks in the VIP suite. room. If you want, you can stay with me, but I think they are bringing their,’—he gives me a look, indicating they brought their sugar babies—‘and maybe you want to hang out with them and dance.’

Meeting other sugar babies? Oh, I never expected that to happen.

‘Oh okay,’ I say.

‘And if you go down to dance, let me know.’ Henry leans in towards my ear and whispers: ‘So I can keep an eye on you.’

‘I’m a grown woman, Henry,’ I chuckle.

‘I know, I know,’ he says, letting out a laugh. ‘But I don’t want anything to happen to you. That’s it.’

We’re nearing the entrance and Henry looks at the bouncer, before holding up his ID. Without blinking, the bouncer lets us in and I hear the groans of the people behind the line.

‘That’s not fair!’

‘I want to go in.’

‘He is so handsome, oh my.’

‘Is she with him? I love her dress.’

The music is deafening by the time we walk in, but Henry holds out his hand. When I take it, we walk up the stairs. The rumblings of the music quickly quiet down and when we’re in the VIP suite, I see two man who are nearing decomposing and two women my age, maybe a bit older.

For a moment I think to myself how degrading this actually is. Young women, in the prime of their life, stuck here with those old man, all because of money, but then I realize I do the exact same thing.

This isn’t something to be ashamed about it, right. We’re two consenting adults. I need money, Henry needs company.

It’s a nice deal.

‘Henry,’ one of the men says, patting the woman on her leg. She gets up from his lap and walks towards the bar.

Henry holds up his hand and says to me: ‘You can leave your coat with me.’ He helps me out of the black velvet coat and asks if I have everything I need.

I nod. ‘Can you keep him waiting?’ I ask Henry.

‘For you?’ he asks with a smile, brushing some hairs out of my face. ‘I can leave everyone waiting for you. If you need anything, just tell me, okay?’

I nod. ‘Okay.’

‘Enjoy, darling.’

I smile at him and walk towards the bar, joining the two other women. I sit next to the one who sat on that guy’s lap. ‘Hi,’ I softly say.

‘Hi,’ they say in unison. They look a lot more mature than I do, I think to myself. Does that say something about them or me? Me probably. ‘You’re with Henry?’

I nod. ‘I am.’

The one with the bright red hair nods. ‘I never knew he was into the whole sugar baby/daddy thing. If I’d only knew, I would’ve traded in mine for Henry in a heartbeat.’ She smiles at me. ‘I’m Rachel and I’m with the bearded guy.’

The fossil? Oh dear, I’m so not jealous.

‘And I’m Lucy,’ the other girl says, who jumped off the other man’s lap. ‘And I’m with the other grandpa.’

‘I’m Becky,’ I say. ‘Nice to meet you.’

Lucy nods. ‘Your daddy is so handsome, I’m actually jealous.’

My cheeks flush. Thankfully it’s dim here, because I could’ve sworn my face turned into a tomato. ‘Oh,’ I chuckle. ‘He is quite handsome, yes.’

Rachel nods. ‘So, how is sex with him?’

I nearly choke in my own spit. She sure didn’t wait with that question. ‘What?’ I ask them.

Rachel gasps, as Lucy blinks. ‘You do have sex with him, right?’ Rachel asks.

I shake my head. ‘No, we agreed we wouldn’t do that. You have sex with… yours?’

‘Yeah,’ they say. ‘It’s part of our agreement,’ Lucy adds. ‘Honestly, it’s a shame you don’t have sex with Henry. I bet it would be amazing.’

I cannot believe they have sex with their sugar daddies. If I were in their shoes. I’d throw up probably. Maybe it’s a shame that I don’t have sex with Henry. He seems like the type of man that would chase after my pleasure, not his own.

But I shouldn’t think too much about that, right?

Rachel must sense this all makes me very uncomfortable, because she asks: ‘How long have you been doing this?’

‘Since the end of September,’ I say. ‘How about you?’

‘I think I’m nearing my eight month anniversary,’ Lucy says.

‘A little over a year,’ Rachel answers.

‘Do you like it?’ I ask them.

They laugh and I wonder I just asked the stupidest question of all time. ‘It’s a job, honey,’ Rachel says. ‘I don’t think it’s awful, but it’s not great, like any other job.’

‘Oh,’ I say. ‘I actually enjoy it. Henry is really sweet and lovely. We even spend Christmas together.’

‘You spend Christmas together?’ Lucy asks, her eyes nearly rolling out of her sockets. ‘I am shocked.’

‘Why?’

‘They only want us around for either sex or moments like these,’ Rachel explains, while looking passed me. ‘Oh wait, he wants something.’ She gets up from the stool and walks over to the man who looks at least seventy. She plops on his lap and I hear a faint ‘daddy’.

‘You call yours ‘daddy’ too?’ I ask Lucy.

She nods. ‘He prefers that You don’t call Henry daddy? He sure looks like one.’

I hate that everyone keeps saying that, because the more I hear it, the more I agree.

‘I don’t do that,’ I admit. ‘I haven’t even asked if he wants that.’

‘You should totally ask him,’ Lucy says. ‘I bet he likes it. What is Henry like as your sugar daddy?’

‘He is very kind and generous,’ I say with a smile. ‘He offered me a job, got me an apartment. He even got me out of jail.’

Lucy nods in approval. ‘You sure he is your daddy and not your boyfriend?’ I want to respond to that, but then I hear a whistle and Lucy jumps off the stool.

Did that piece of shit actually whistled at her like a dog? And she responds to that? I am appalled. I get you do things out of your comfort zone once you are in this whole scene, but there is a line. If Henry whistled for me to drop everything and rush to his side, he got the wrong girl.

I look over my shoulder, only to see Henry looking at what is unfolding in front of him.  There is slight groping, kissing with tongue and some other unappetizing deeds I don’t want to see.

Our eyes meet and he gets up before he walks towards the bar. He stands next to me and says, as he wraps his arm around my waist: ‘Don’t you worry, I’ll never whistle at you like that.’

I let out a chuckle. ‘I’m flabbergasted to say the least. You sure you want to do business with them?’

He snorts. ‘I am a bit hesitant,’ he says. He orders a whiskey and asks what I want. I order a red wine and Henry places a hundred on the counter.

I almost ask him about the daddy situation, whether or not he wants me to call him that, but I curl in my lips in. It’s not the setting for this. ‘I think if they are done, maybe we’ll go down to dance a little,’ I say.

‘Sure thing.’ He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles. ‘Just because we’re not like them, doesn’t mean we are inferior to them.’

I place my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh, as I nearly laugh at how well he actually knows me. ‘I’ll try and not compare us to them.’

‘Please, don’t.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Rachel, Lucy and I are on the dance floor. We’re in a small circle, holding each other’s hands as we sway our hips at the beat of the music. Rachel and Lucy are actually really nice. I mean, they are not like my other friends, but it’s nice to finally meet some girls who are on the same boat as me.

Rachel wraps her arm around my waist as she takes a sip of my wine. I pull Lucy closer to us and we sing to the melodies. It’s nice being in the club, however I do feel like we’re attracting guys our age.

Which isn’t bad per se.

But… It feels wrong when I look back at them. When I return their smiles, when I run my fingers through my hair as they stare, maybe even wink at them. One of them smiles and proceed to walk up to me.

And I hate it.

It feels like cheating.

It’s not, I know that. I look away, to the VIP suite, only to see Henry. He is watching. He is seeing every move I make.

That guy places his hand on my back and I want to pull away, walk away, but it’s Rachel and Lucy who push me in his arms. Oh gosh, I don’t want this. His grabby hands are on my waist as he pulls me to his body. We dance like we know each other, but I don’t feel good.

This doesn’t feel good.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘I’m with someone.’

‘I don’t see him,’ he says.

‘He is in VIP.’

The guy actually takes a few steps back and I look at the girls. ‘I’m upstairs,’ I mouth to them and they nod and smile, as I walk towards the stairs. I quickly go up and when I’m in the VIP suite again, I let out deep sigh. Henry smiles at me when his eyes land on me. He holds out his arm and I sit next to him. His arm is wrapped securely around my waist. ‘We should go,’ he says. ‘You’re tired and it’s passed your bedtime.’

I laugh as I roll my eyes. ‘We can stay here,’ I say. ‘Just need a breather.’

He tilts his head. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I am,’ I say, though it’s a lie. ‘Don’t mind me.’ I rest my head against his shoulder, as I contemplate as to what I should do. It felt so wrong, flirting like that with other men, while I shouldn’t feel weird. I am young, I am not in a relationship with Henry and therefore I shouldn’t feel awkward or guilty.

But why do I then?

Lucy and Rachel join us not long after and sit on their daddies lap. I look at them and I sigh deeply. I hate that I feel like this. It’s nice that I got to meet girls who are in this as well. The VIP suite is great.

However, I still feel jealous, unsure about myself.

‘We’re going,’ Henry concludes. He gets up and tells me he is gonna grab my coat. I exchange numbers with Rachel and Lucy, before Henry and I are leaving this place. It’s silent when we walk to the car and even when we’re driving, I don’t open my mouth.

‘What’s wrong, darling?’ he asks, as he places his hand on my leg.

‘It’s nothing,’ I say.

‘There’s something,’ Henry retorts. ‘You’re a little distraught.’

I take a deep breath. ‘I was wondering if it’s considered cheating if I were involved with another guy. Not that I am,’ I quickly add. ‘But just hypothetically if I were sorta dating someone.’

Henry clears his throat. ‘Is it because of what happened on the dance floor?’

‘Nothing happened on the dance floor,’ I say, way too quick.

‘If you want to know,’ Henry says, ‘I don’t think it’s considered cheating. I would only be surprised if your future boyfriend would agree with what we have.’

I nod. ‘It’s not that I want to,’ I say. ‘Someone else. I kinda want to enjoy what we have now.’

He smiles. ‘Yeah, me too.’

I place my hand on his and lean my head against the headrest. ‘Are you going to do business with those men?’

‘Yeah,’ he says. ‘They are great investors.’ His voice sounds flat. Is he mad at me?

‘Are we cool, Henry?’ I ask him.

He nods. ‘We’re cool,’ he says.

I don’t know if that’s true or not, but I decide to just take my chances with another thing that I have on my mind. ‘Can I ask you something else?’

‘Always,’ Henry says.

‘Do you mind that we don’t have sex? I mean, Rachel and Lucy do and they were very surprised when I told them that we didn’t and now I think it might be stupid that we don’t. I know I shouldn’t compare us to them, but is it really stupid of us not to do it? I mean, not that I want us to, because I really like what we have now. It’s not superficial or only about sex or showing off. It’s more than that. It’s like an actual friendship, one that I never had and I so appreciate it.’

I am rambling and not the good kind.

I pull my hand back from his and look out of the window. ‘Do you mind?’

‘It’s what we agreed on,’ he says. ‘I think you’re right: we shouldn’t compare what we have to what they have.’

Right. ‘True,’ I whisper. ‘I have another question.’

‘Ask me.’

‘It’s really awkward.’

He smiles. ‘You can ask me anything, darling.’

I take a deep breath and decide to just go for it. ‘Do you want me to call you daddy?’

I cannot believe this actually left my lips. Did I honestly just ask this? He is so gonna judge me for it.

However, when I finally look at him again, he doesn’t even seem slightly affected by the question at all.

‘Henry?’ I ask him.

‘Do you want to?’ he asks. ‘Call me daddy?’

When he says it like that, it makes the entire situation even worse. He is leaving the answer up to me? Why? No, no, I want a definite yes or no, not this counter question thing. It’s almost like I’m back at the police station after running for the cops for a few blocks. Always a question prepared for your questions.

‘I don’t know,’ I mumble.

‘Well,’ he says, ‘if you feel comfortable doing so, I wouldn’t mind in the slightest. If you don’t want to, I don’t mind either. It’s all up to you.’

It’s all up to me? Is he kidding me? I blink my eyes. I don’t even know if I was prepared for any answer, but certainly not this one.

‘What?’ Henry asks.

‘I was hoping for a yes or no answer,’ I say. ‘I’m not good at these kinds of decisions.’

He smiles. ‘Well, think about it first and I will patiently wait for your answer.’

January 5th 11 a.m.

Becky: Guys, I have done something and I want to die now

Becky: I asked the question

Viola: Wait, what question?!?!

Becky: If he wants me to call him daddy.

Viola: Oh fuck

Genevieve: Not that I’m complaining at all (I am loving the development, bravo Becky), but why on earth did you ask him that?

Becky: Because Henry and I were at this party in the VIP suite and I met other sugar babies and they called their (unfortunate looking) sugar daddies DADDY!

Viola: I still cannot believe you are in this type of world. You were at a VIP suite?

Genevieve: Viola, who cares about that?

Genevieve: The million dollar question is: what did he answer?

Becky: If I feel comfortable doing so, he doesn’t mind. If I don’t, he doesn’t mind either. It’s all up to me!!!

Becky: He should’ve just said yes or no.

Viola: I say do it.

Becky: This is the type of crap I expect from Gen.

Genevieve: Hey!!! Don’t be mean.

Becky: When he walked me to my room, he called me ‘baby’.

Becky: He never did that

Genevieve: He wants you to call him daddy

Becky: I don’t know guys

Viola: Well, if you are comfortable, just do it.

Genevieve: He is totally up for it

Genevieve: My bet is that you are gonna call him daddy this month

Viola: Totally

Becky: Don’t push it.

January 6th 1 p.m.

I think I’m still hungover from those three wines I had and it has been quite some time. I rub my eyes as I wander through the city. The entirety of the fifth of January, I texted my friends, wondered about the whole daddy situation. Maybe I’m still hungover from that.

My phone rings and I see it’s Henry. It’s not only my day off, but also his, only he had to make a few business calls. He told me I could stay there, but I couldn’t. Felt so invasive and I decided to talk a walk. Maybe some fresh air would do me well.

‘Hello,’ I say as I pick up, ‘it’s getting pretty obvious that you cannot live without me, Cavill.’

Henry chuckles. ‘My secret’s out. Thought I was being pretty subtle.’

‘You’re not,’ I laugh.

‘You’re still in town?’ he asks.

I nod, only realizing he can’t see that. ‘Yes, I am. Why? Do you want me to pick something up for you? I can do that.’

‘I am actually out of eggs, chocolate and heavy cream. I wanted to make you something, but without the right ingredients, I can’t make it.’

‘Obviously,’ I say.

‘That was indeed pretty obvious, I’m sorry,’ he notes with a chuckle. ‘I’ll transfer some money over to you now.’

‘No, Henry,’ I say, as I take a detour to find the grocery store. That’ll take a while, I guess. ‘I can pay for this myself.’

‘But I like transferring money over to you. It’s like a sick tic. Comes with being your sugar daddy I guess.’

He says it so carelessly, like he didn’t just refer to himself as my sugar daddy. He is doing this on purpose, I think to myself. He wants me to call him daddy, otherwise he wouldn’t do this.

‘Well,’ I say, ‘you don’t have to do it. Henry, please, don’t transfer it, okay?’

‘No, I’m already doing it.’

I hear a notification coming in and I look at my screen.

H. Cavill transferred $500 to your bank account.

Description: For the groceries, baby

I’m ignoring the ‘baby’ part. ‘Henry,’ I exclaim in the phone, ‘the groceries are like ten dollars. I’m sending it back to you.’

‘No, for once, just accept it,’ he laughs.

I walk into the supermarket and I grab a basket. ‘I always accept your outrageous gifts, money or not,’ I chuckle. ‘You are such an idiot. I can’t believe my worst problem now is that you transfer too much money to me.’

‘It’s your life now, baby.’

Yeah, but for how long? ‘Eggs, chocolate and heavy cream you said, right?’

‘I did say that, indeed.’

I ignore the cockiness, though I kinda like it. ‘What kind of chocolate?’

‘Milk,’ he says.

I grab some chocolate bars and place them in the basket. ‘Is there something you can’t do?’ I ask him. ‘I mean, you’re again cooking for me. I feel like you haven’t done anything else these passed few days. What did I find in front of my door the other day? Not a simple casserole like the a suburban mom. Nope, millionaire you had to prepare a whole three course meal, with steak, and vegetables with sauce and all. I hate that you are good at everything.’

‘I can teach you how to cook,’ he says, ‘you know that. I’ve offered you that what? Like seven times already?’

I roll my eyes as I grab the eggs. ‘It’s nicer when someone else makes it for you. Besides, I can cook myself a decent egg. That’s all I need to know.’ I want to say something else, but my eyes land on a woman, who seems so oddly familiar. It doesn’t take long for more to join her.

A man around her age. A guy slightly older than me. A girl younger than me.

Nothing’s changed over these passed few years. They still do all the groceries like a sick quartet, when they’re all together. I used to be part of that too. It used to be a quintet, with me walking in the back.

It’s my family.

‘I’ll talk to you later, okay?’ I ask him.

‘Sure. If you’re lost, just send me your location. I’ll pick you up.’

I smile. ‘Of course you do.’ I hang up the phone and wonder whether or not I should talk to them. It’s been so long.

They look so expensive.

Just like me.

I look down at my white sneakers, the Tommy Hilfiger jeans and the Chanel coat. My life is so different now. The last time they saw me, was when they disowned me. Officially disowned me. Didn’t acknowledge me anymore as their own. Told me to get lost, for ruining their family name.

I wasn’t their daughter or their sister anymore. I was not part of the Kim family.

I became a nobody.

My brother Liam is the first one to spot me, frowning and nudging my sister Celine’s side. She crosses her arms as she gets this look on her face. I recognize it right away. It’s the face of trouble.

‘Well, well, well,’ Celine says with a smile when she is nearing me. ‘We were just talking about you, Rebecca,’ she tells me.

So much for a friendly hello. ‘What?’ I ask them. ‘Why?’

Liam, mom and dad also walk up to me and I feel like I’m not gonna win this, whatever this’ll bring me. Is it too late to unsee them now?

‘We were wondering who would whore herself out,’ Celine says. ‘Turns out, it would be you.’

I was not expecting this. ‘Excuse me, what?’

‘Yeah,’ Liam says, ‘I saw you at Eclipse on January fourth. I was in line to get in and you cut that same line with a tall and rich guy. I did a little favor for sack of gossiping with the family and it turned out he is Henry Cavill, a single multi millionaire.’

‘And at first this loser thought you were actually dating him,’ Celine says, ‘but then I realized that you couldn’t possibly be beautiful enough or intelligent enough to get his attention.

For a nineteen year old, she is absolutely shameless and horrifying and she hasn’t changed over the years. She was thirteen when I was disowned.

‘Why on earth are you involved with him?’ mom asks, whose eyes have only hardened over the years. ‘Tell me, Rebecca.’

I shouldn’t obey. I shouldn’t tell her. I am not her daughter anymore. I don’t owe her anything. ‘I needed money,’ I say. ‘I was this close of being homeless. I had to do something to avoid sleeping in the alleys or under the bridge.’

‘And you are sleeping with an old man for that?’ mom asks.

‘I am not sleeping with him,’ I defend myself. ‘I just spend time with him in exchange for money.’

‘I thought I taught you better than that.’

She could’ve slapped me in the face. I shake my head out of disbelieve. ‘You never taught me anything,’ I tell her. I look at my dad and say: ‘I know you aren’t happy for me, but I was thinking that you could at least be happy that I’m not homeless.’

‘There was a reason we disowned you,’ mom says with a smug grin on her face, almost like she is proud of that. I wonder if I’m dead to them. If she says she two kids when she introduces herself to someone else. ‘You whore.’

Celine cocks an eyebrow and Liam chuckles, when I place the basket on the floor. ‘There she goes again,’ Liam chuckles. ‘She simply walks away when shit gets too hard.’

Maybe that’s true. I run when it gets too hard for me to handle. At least, I do that with my family.

My former family.

No family who loves one another, who would stick their hand into fire for the other, would say these things.

I brush passed them, including my dad, who just like always never butts in. He simply watches it all play out, as their words stab me like knifes. Tears well up in my eyes, as I rush out of the store.

I know this isn’t something that should hurt me this much. Something that should make me cry, like it did when I was younger. My tears blur my vision, as I run back to my apartment building. I press the button in the elevator and get out on Henry’s floor. I am hiccuping by the time I knock on his door. It takes a while before he opens it, but when he does, he gets in immediate worry mode. ‘Oh no, Becky, what happened?’

‘I ran into my family,’ I whimper, before launching myself in his strong and protective arms.

‘You’re shaking,’ he notes, as he pulls me against his chest. ‘Can you tell me what happened?’

‘They hurt me,’ I sob.

He pulls me inside his house and guides me to his couch. He sits down and I don’t waste a second. I sit on his thighs, my legs on his right. I curl up against his broad chest, nuzzling my face in his neck, while he wraps his arms around me. ‘What happened, baby?’

I cough as I try to tell what happened in the store and when I pull back, I notice through my tears, that he understands. ‘I’m so sorry this happened to you,’ he says, as he strokes through my hair.

‘It’s true though,’ mumble. ‘I do whore myself out for money.’

‘That’s not true,’ he says.

‘No wonder they don’t like me. I am a horrible child. No parent would ever want me.’

‘That’s not true,’ he says again. ‘Don’t allow their words and actions to have this effect on you.’ He shakes his head. ‘You don’t deserve that. Never.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry has been spoiling me the remainder of the day, while I sit on his windowsill, sip tea and simply be sad. It’s been awhile since I felt like this. When my parents disowned me, I remember drinking my sorrow away with the wine I stole from the store. Now I don’t drink them away, now—like a real adult—I talk about it. Henry listens when I want him to, my friends answer my texts. It’s said that I should feel better now, when you get it off your chest.

I don’t feel better.

Henry places his shirt and sweatpants folded on his bed. ‘I’ll close off and be right here, okay?’ he says.

I nod, as I change into his clothes. I get underneath the covers and wait for him to join me. He walks in with a soft smile, in adorable flannel pants and a simple black shirt. He slides in next to me. ‘Come here, baby,’ he says in a soft tone. It only takes that for me to curl up against his large frame. He wraps his arms around me and I let out a deep sigh.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I whisper.

‘Don’t be. You did nothing wrong today.’

I place my chin on his chest. ‘You didn’t sign up for this.’

‘I didn’t,’ he says, ‘but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.’

January 7th 8 a.m.

When I wake up after a dreamless night, I don’t feel the warmth of Henry anymore, like I did the entire night. He was warm and protective. All the things I needed last night. I hear him walking in. He smiles and has a tray in his hand.

Is he bringing me breakfast in bed? He places the tray on his nightstand and I sit up straight, rubbing my eyes. ‘What’s this?’ I ask him.

‘I made you a little something,’ he says. ‘Allow me, please.’ He gets the bed, as he sits behind me. His strong legs caging in mine and he gently pulls me back, so I’m leaning against his broad chest. Henry grabs the tray and places it on my lap, before casually wrapping one arm around my waist. ‘Thank you,’ I say.

‘Of course, I figured you needed it,’ he says, a smile noticeable in his voice. ‘Open your mouth,’ he whispers, bringing a strawberry near my lips. This feels so domestic, almost like he doesn’t pay me to be around him.

Almost like I’m not whoring myself out for money.

His hand toys with the bottom of his sweatshirt on me and he pulls it up, his warm palm on my stomach. ‘Is this okay with you?’

My cheeks heat up and simply nod. ‘Yes,’ I whisper, before I place my hand on his. With my other hand, I grab the spoon and take a bite of the yoghurt with maple syrup and raspberries. I bring it to my lips and take a bite. ‘Why are you doing this?’ I ask him.

‘You don’t feel too good,’ Henry says. ‘So I make it better. At least, I’m trying.’

‘You are succeeding,’ I chuckle. ‘It’s delicious. I hate you for it.’

He smiles. ‘You don’t hate me.’

I eat my breakfast in silence, as Henry plays with my hair, twirling the strands around his fingers. Once I finished it all, he places the tray back on the nightstand. I turn around in his arms and place my head on his chest. ‘Are you close with your family?’ I ask him, as I draw circles on his bicep.

‘I am not.’

‘Do you have siblings?’

‘No.’

‘How are you surviving without your parents?’

Henry lets out a sigh. ‘By acting like nothing happened,’ he says, as his hand goes underneath my sweater again, his heavy hand on my back. ‘By acting like they don’t exist.’

‘That can’t be healthy,’ I say. ‘Does it affect you?’

He nods. ‘It always does.’

‘But how do you manage?’

‘By forgetting,’ Henry says. ‘I know, not very healthy.’

I shake my head, as I turn in his arms. I rest my underarm on his chest, as I look in his beautiful light blue orbs. ‘I thought I was okay,’ I say. ‘But I’m not.’

Henry nods. ‘Tell me how you are now.’

‘I don’t know. Numb, I guess. They totally went off in a public place. Imagine what they’d do in a private setting.’

‘What did they do in a private setting?’ he asks.

‘They’d yell,’ I say, going back to my childhood memories. ‘They’d make my life miserable. All of them. My sister would throw away my stuff, my brother would humiliate me in school and mom would continue the humiliation at home, while dad was on the side, watching it all. I don’t even know why they’d bother trying with me in the first place, when it’s obvious they always regretted having me. I was’t like my brother, bright, intelligent and technically gifted. I wasn't like my sister, eloquent, in the debate club and doing all this extra curricular activities. I was just me, stupid, useless and too dumb for anything.’

‘But you are perfect the way you are,’ Henry says. ‘It’s your parents’ fault they missed out on all the amazing things you have to offer. They are your parents, they should’ve given you a chance, they should’ve taken the time to get to know you.’

‘They never did. I was the walking disappointment of the family.’

He places his hand on my cheek. ‘You are not a disappointment. You know, Becky, there are too many things that are amazing about you. You are kind, you are sweet and you are so thoughtful. I’ve been around a lot of people,’ he says, ‘but no one is like you. No one is you.’

I am confused. ‘What?’ I say.

‘You are wonderful,’ he says. ‘And I hate your parents.’

I chuckle. ‘Yeah, you and me both.’ I tilt my head. ‘You know, Henry, the woman who will end up with you, is gonna be one lucky lady,’ I say.

He chuckles. ‘If I’ll ever meet her.’

‘You will,’ I say. ‘There’s someone waiting for you. Someone so special. And if you’re gracing the world with a kid one day, they will be so lucky too.’

I hear my phone vibrate on the nightstand and Henry hands it to me. I check the screen and my eyes widen. ‘Shit,’ I say, ‘I was supposed to have breakfast with Viola and Genevieve.’ I smile at him and say: ‘I gotta get ready.’

January 25th 11 a.m.

I want to be happy, I really do. Especially because I have every reason to be happy. To be grateful and enjoy my life. There are very little things for me to worry about. It’s just that I continue getting inside my head, filling my thoughts with worries and doubts.

I stare at my screen, checking the calling history for these passed two weeks. I’ve been calling Henry at least once a day since the unfortunate events of me running into my family at the grocery store and sometimes even a few times a day. Even when we see each other before and after work, we still call.

Am I obsessed with him?

Since three days I haven’t called him nor answered his calls. If I’m being honest, I’m kinda avoiding him. I don’t want him to think I need him that much.

When I’m not at work (where I avoid Henry like the plague), I clean up my own place, write a little on my book and watch some tv. I look at my screen once again and let out a sigh when I see I have received no texts from him in these days.

See, I was bothering him.

I am treating our whatever we have as a therapy session. The only reason I called him this much, was to get my mind focused on something else. Always ending every call with question: ‘But do you still want to be my sugar daddy?’

He must be so annoyed.

I hear a few knocks on my door and I get up with a groan. I open the door, only to discover Henry leaning against the doorframe.

‘Henry,’ I say. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Do I need to be worried?’ he asks. ‘You haven’t answered any of my calls and I feel that at work you’ve been avoiding me.’ He runs his fingers through his hair and adds: ‘Do you need space?’

I sigh. Of course he is being thoughtful about it. ‘I didn’t want to bother you.’

He frowns. ‘You could never bother me. Baby, are you okay?’

‘No,’ I whisper. ‘My brain is not cooperating and while my life is perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted… I just don’t know anymore, Henry. I don’t know what I feel, what I should feel.’

Henry nods. ‘This is about what happened with you and your family, right?’

Tears burn in my eyes and I try to stop them. Emphasis on try. I bury my face in my hands, as I let out a sob.

‘Oh, darling,’ he says, pulling me into a tight hug. ‘It’s okay.’

‘It’s not okay,’ I cry. ‘I don’t even know what is wrong with me.’

Henry closes the door behind us and carefully walks me to the couch. He sits down and pulls me close as I cry.

I don’t even know why I’m wailing like this.

‘There’s nothing wrong with you,’ he says. ‘I think this is about what your family said to you and now you believe them. You believe it when they said you are whoring yourself out by this arrangement we have.’

‘But isn’t it exactly what I’m doing?’

He shakes his head. ‘You and I are in a business agreement,’ he says. ‘I needed company, you needed money. It’s not that I found you at your lowest point, while you were intoxicated, lured you into my penthouse and am currently in the process of grooming you. We both signed up, individually, on a website, met each other and agreed on what we have now.’ His fingers graze over my arm. ‘It’s just that that I feel like you and I formed a friendship and we get close.’

‘Mhm.’

‘But tell me this, baby, how is that whoring yourself out? Where did you even pick up that phrase?’

‘My sister came up with it.’ I nearly pull out my hair as I sit up straight. All my thoughts that were scattered around, are put back into place. ‘Oh shit,’ I say as I realize how I was overreacting, ‘you are totally right. I am not whoring myself out.’

‘See,’ Henry says, while he watches me pace around the living room.

‘I cannot believe this happened to me again. Allowing my stupid family’s words to get to me and screw me up. I felt great these passed few months. Okay, not great all the time, but I felt so good and then they came in and fucked me up again. I should’ve totally seen this coming.’ I stop pacing and smile at him. ‘Henry, I owe you,’ I say, causing him to shake his head. ‘I’m so sorry for worrying you and ignoring you and being a stupid bitch.’

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t apologize, I get it.’ He pushes himself off the couch and places his hands on my shoulders. ‘You did worry me and did ignore me, but I forgive you. However, what I can’t forgive is that you called yourself a stupid bitch. You’re not, okay?’

‘Maybe a little,’ I say.

‘You are not a stupid bitch,’ Henry tells me sternly. ‘Are we good again?’

I roll my eyes with a chuckle. ‘We were always good,’ I say to him. ‘Thank you, Henry, for being there for me.’

‘Always, baby.’

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[bitch-for-bo]

His Destined Miracle (Asahi Azumane x Chubby Reader) (omegaverse)

POST timeskip

Asahi had been in love with you practically since the first time he saw you. He'd find himself taking walks around the office just to catch sight of your beautiful face and sunny, warm demeanor. He always wanted to approach you, but he'd never had the courage. All he could do was hope that he encountered a miracle. Going into a rut during a day that office was NOT a miracle to Asahi. In fact, it was one of his worst nightmares, but when you show up on his doorstep, looking like an angel from heaven, he realizes that miracles come in all different ways... and that you were his destined miracle.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Hey Y/N can you run these copies to the boss’s office, I have to go to the bathroom or I think I might die!!” One of your over-dramatic coworkers asked as they practically threw a stack of papers at you. They were shifting back and forth, their knees knocked as they hopped around in a little bathroom ‘dance’

“Yeah, it’s no biggie.” You replied, giggling quietly to yourself as they hobbled/ran quickly towards the restrooms.

You looked down at the stack of papers in your hands, admiring the brilliant pieces of art on each page. The boss would be very happy with these. Of course, if he was unhappy with them, he wouldn’t tell anyone, the boss was the type who if he didn’t like what he saw, he would improve it and then deny all credit. Some in the office called him a pushover, but you thought that it was sweet that he did that.

You stood from your cubicle and began to walk to the bosses office, it was on the other side of the floor but you had already been planning on getting up to stretch your legs out soon anyway, so it had worked out.

You strolled through the office, not in any particular rush to get to the boss’s office. You greeted people that you passed, you knew everyone on your floor by name and you knew at least one fact about them, if they had pets or kids, what their hobbies were. You did this so that you’d never run into someone and not be able to ask them a question about their personal life, this ‘technique’ is what had made you so popular around the office, every time you would talk to someone, they would walk away with a smile on their face.

Your naturally sunny demeanor had always been your redeeming trait. When you were young, kids would mercilessly bully you. The names they would call you, ‘fatty’ or ‘ugly cow’ along with the treatment you received for being an omega was enough to tear a young you apart. You had started being overly nice to people to make up for all of your shortcomings, you found that if you were constantly sucking up to them and making them feel better about themselves, they wouldn’t hurt you.

Unfortunately, this had led to you not only being incredibly insecure with very low self-esteem, but also a doormat for people to walk all over. You were always doing people favors, getting them coffees, paying for their snacks at vending machines, even doing their work for them. Your friends would tell you to stick up for yourselves, they would even tell people off if they treated you poorly in front of them. They had begun to practically beg you to start saying no to people, but you didn’t mind being a bit of a push-over. After all, you still thought of yourself as a worthless, fat, omega cow that couldn’t do anything right and if you could be useful to someone, even if it meant staying an extra hour to file their paperwork for them, it was worth it.

You frowned at the memories as you walked, catching sight of yourself in the large windows that overlooked the beautiful city outside. You winced. Even though your friends were constantly telling you that you were beautiful inside and out, it was still hard to look at yourself in the mirror. All of the traumatic events of your childhood had really affected you. It was almost impossible for you to look at yourself and not despise the person you saw.

You arrived at the boss’s office, giving a light knock on the closed door.

“Come in please.” You heard the soft voice call from inside. You twisted the knob, opened the door, and entered the room, gasping at the sight before you.

Hundreds of designs were strewn across the floor, tacked to the walls, and pulled up on the computer monitor, and in the middle of it all sat a six-foot-two alpha who was currently smiling shyly up at you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment of the mess.

“Hel-”

He stopped, his eyes wide as they stared at you. Clearly, you weren’t the person he’d been expecting. He stared at you for a solid five seconds, saying nothing as his eyes were frozen on you, making you feel extremely self-conscious and a little hot under the collar.

You cleared your throat, snapping him out of his daze.

“Excuse me.” You said. As soon as you’d spoken the boss had got up onto his knees and looked around as if wondering how he would get to you without ruining his designs.

“Sorry about the mess.” He mumbled, a large blush blooming on his cheeks as he scrambled up and towards you, trying (and failing) to avoid stepping on the designs.

“Please! Don’t apologize!” You stumbled, matching his anxious energy as your face adopted a blush of its own. “I just came to give these to you!” You squeaked, your arms holding out the designs as your gaze locked on the cluttered floor.

“Oh.” The large male said gently, his shoulders relaxing. “Thank you.” He said, more confidently this time. He’d noticed that you were emitting a strongly anxious scent, and something about it must’ve scared him and made him think that he was scaring you.

“Your welcome.” You practically whispered, your eyes not daring to meet his, “Have a good day.” You rushed out before rushed back out of the room, letting the door almost slam behind you.

‘Dammit!’ you thought, mentally slapping yourself. You couldn’t believe you’d made such a fool out of yourself. You just couldn’t help it, the boss was super intimidating. Plus he was an alpha.

Being an alpha meant that, since you were an omega, you had a natural urge to submit to him, it also meant that he was incredibly intimidating, borderline scary.

Usually, it didn’t matter that you were an omega. You took scent and heat suppressants to control your natural omega tendencies. The suppressors made it to where no wolf could smell you and you couldn’t smell any wolf. People could smell the basics on you, fear, happiness, sadness, they just couldn’t smell your natural scent, the scent that gave you away as an omega. The suppressants also kept you from smelling other wolves and ‘losing control’ of your own scent as a reaction. This all meant that even if you encountered betas and alphas in your daily activities, they wouldn’t know you were an omega and you wouldn’t be able to smell their natural scents either.

The only exception to this was when an alpha was in a rut, when they were rutting their noses were strengthened tenfold and they could sniff you out in an instant., but thankfully, society had progressed to the point that ruts were an excused absence from your job. Another time that the suppressants weren’t at their full potency was during your heat. Yes, it suppressed almost all of your scent, but depending on the strength of your heats, some would still leak out. Thankfully, heats were also excusable by employers. Luckily you’d never had to leave work for heat, you’d always been able to track it and take off plenty early so you could lock yourself in your apartment and suffer through it, and you’d also been lucky enough to never encounter a rutting alpha.

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Asahi Azumane, aka the boss, was still standing in front of his closed door. He stared at the closed door, the designs he’d been given loosely clutched in his hands.

‘Dammit!’ he thought. He couldn't believe how he’d reacted. How embarrassing!

Ever since the newest member of the floor had begun working at the studio as a financial advisor, Asahi had been incredibly infatuated. Even though he’d never held a conversation with her due to his busy schedule, he never failed to notice the way she lit up the office. Everyone liked her and got along with her. Sometimes he’d overhear people talking about her, or sometimes he’d even overhear her talking to someone, she always seemed so warm and kind that Asahi couldn’t help but be a little jealous that he’d never received the honor of ever talking to her.

When she had been the one to open the door to his office, he’d been practically incapacitated. As soon as his eyes had hit her body he’d forgotten how to talk.

As a designer he couldn’t help but admire the classy style of her outfit, the warm red-orange turtleneck tucked into a pair of brown and tan flared slacks paired with black platform boots. It took all of his willpower not to pull out a pencil and sketch it for inspiration.

And as a man, he couldn’t help but admire how the outfit fit your body perfectly. The way that it hugged your form, complementing and accentuating the curves of your figure. It was enough to take his breath away and make the alpha in him roar with the need to claim and protect such a precious sight.

Unfortunately for Asahi, as soon as the encounter with the angel began, it ended. He was beating himself up for not saying something, for not inviting you to dinner, for only staring like a lovestruck loser.

‘She probably thinks I’m a total loser...or even worse a pervert!’ he thought glumly. He sulked back over to his designs, frustrated at himself for not being bold enough to call after the beautiful girl and ask for her number.

‘Then again,’ he thought, ‘Y/N is way too out of my league, she’d reject me in a heartbeat. Or even worse! She’d say yes out of pity!’

As he continued to work on his designs, the thought of the angel that had visited him was clouding his mind, making work impossible. He just couldn’t seem to forget the shape of her lips as she spoke or the way that the perfect outfit laid on her perfect body....her perfect hips….her perfect breasts.

“Fuck” he grunted quietly, shifting uncomfortably as he realized that he’d thought himself straight into having an erection.

‘I just couldn’t help it. She’s so beautiful.’ he thought.

He tried to struggle through his… problem, but it seemed that the more he tried to ignore it, the more it persisted. It was actually to the point that he was sitting in the middle of his office, red-faced and panting with a painfully obvious tent in his pants.

“What the fuck is happening?” He grunted, feeling his canines start to lengthen and his claws emerge. Could he be going into rut already? He wasn’t due for at least another week!

Was it seeing Y/N that made him go into rut early? How? Y/N wasn’t his mate….right? No. He would’ve known if she was his mate by her scent. He had no recollection of ever smelling her, was she on suppressants, was there a chance that she could be his mate?

‘Yep.’ Asahi thought as another wave of heat and desire burst through his body, ‘I’ve started my rut early…. I need to get out of here…. Need to go home.’

He practically crawled to his desk, grasping desperately for his phone so he could call the receptionist and ask her to remove all of the females on the floor from the building. The last thing that he needed or wanted was to set off any omega’s heat by accident.

“Hello, Mr. Azumane. Is everything alright?” The receptionist asked, surprised at the call seeing as Asahi rarely called, opting to physically walk to the desk and ask. He thought that it was more polite this way, plus it gave him a chance to catch a glimpse of Y/N at her desk.

“I need all of the women on the floor to temporarily evacuate, I’ve gone into a rut.”

The receptionist on the other end, that was used to dealing with Asahi’s over-anxious personality, just laughed.

“That’s incredibly unnecessary sir. I’m sure everything will be fine if you just leave out of the back stairs, you could even leave out of the fire escape if you’re that nervous.”

Asahi sighed and nodded. It was true that he’d be wasting everyone’s time if he asked for an evacuation. It wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Ok……” he said warily. “I’ll try.”

“Great!” The receptionist replied, “I’ll make sure to get someone to bring your work to your house tomorrow so you can continue to work from home.”

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“Right here is good. Thank you.” You said, getting out of the cab and paying the driver. YOu glanced up at the tall apartment complex as the car drove away, leaving you to fend for yourself.

You thought back to what had happened not even an hour earlier. Yui at the front desk had asked you if you would be willing to take the boss some work. She said that he was sick at home and wanted to continue to work from there. Being the people pleaser that you are, you said that it was no problem and that was how you’d wound up standing in front of Asahi Azumane’s apartment complex with a thick file full of designs and a large container of soup.

You walked into the lobby before buzzing into Asahi’s apartment. Clearly, he’d been expecting someone to come with his work seeing as he buzzed you up almost immediately.

You entered and took the elevator to his floor, the floor third from the top. When the doors opened, you were met with a small entryway that led to a single door.

“A penthouse?” you mumbled to yourself. You couldn’t be super surprised, after all, he was the boss of your floor and probably made a very comfortable salary. Still, the building hadn’t looked small from the outside, and if Asahi had a whole floor to himself that meant that his flat was at least 4,000 square feet big. You knocked on the door.

It opened.

You automatically gasped.

The scent of sandalwood and rosemary hit you like a brick wall, forcing you to stagger back on your feet.

‘Oh, shit’ you thought, ‘they told me he was sick! Not that he was in a rut!’

You began to panic in the split second that the door had been opened. You wanted to run away, but seeing as Asahi was much stronger and faster than you, you knew that you wouldn’t stand a chance.

Maybe it wasn’t a strong enough rut to enable him to smell through your suppressants? No. There was no way it was a weak rut, not when Asahi was such a powerful alpha.

In your state of panic, you failed to notice two things. The first being the fact that your wolf was screaming something at you, and the second being the large alpha, looming over you in the doorway.

Asahi’s body was heaving with heavy breath. His claws were contracted and his canines were piercing through his bottom lip, causing the taste of blood to hit his tongue as he stared at the beautiful omega in the doorway to his apartment.

‘I didn’t know Y/N was an omega’

‘Why is she here?’

‘Can she smell that I’m in rut?’

Were all questions running through the alpha’s brain, but the most important thing running through his brain was the single word that his inner wolf was practically screaming at him.

Asahi looked down at you, causing a violent shiver to wreck through your spine. You whimpered, feeling yourself grow wet with desire. His lips curled back before letting out the most deafening growl ever. A growl so loud, you were confident that people down on the sidewalks had heard.

“Mine.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, you gasped and suddenly the voice of your inner wolf was crystal clear. ‘Mate!’ it was howling happily. Your eyes widened as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Asahi was your bond mate? YOUR BOSS WAS YOUR BOND MATE!

It made you want to faint out of surprise as well as anxiety. You considered if you could make a run for it, despite already knowing it was impossible. You were glancing at your surroundings when you finally remembered that Asahi, your mate, was still standing in front of you.

You looked at his tall frame in awe, your desire growing as you practically drooled over the sheer size of the alpha. He was huge, his broad shoulders, his built chest, and if you were to take a guess, you’d say that he was huge under the belt too.

You were so distracted ogling his body that you didn’t notice the way that his claws were digging into the flesh of his palms and how his canines had pierced his bottom lip hard enough to cause a small trickle of blood down his chin.

“Azumane! You gasped, setting the papers and soup on the floor in the hall before automatically stepping forward and grazing his hands with your own, careful to avoid the razor-sharp claws.

“No.” He grunted, trying to pull his hands out of your grasp. He feared if you stayed much longer he would do something out of his control, something unforgivable. “Please…..I don’t want to hurt you.”

You could see the pain and genuine fear in his eyes. You felt your heart fill with sadness and love at the same time. You couldn’t believe how much you’d been blessed. You had been given Azumane as a mate…. A man who was gentle and kind and was always so thoughtful of others. This was the man that you were destined to spend the rest of your life with.

Suddenly all of the fears and insecurities of not being good enough for people melted away from you. As your arms left Asahi’s hands to wrap gently around his neck, tears of happiness began to run down your face.

How could you have been so stupid? All of this time happiness and love had been right down the hall from you. You had deprived yourself of a partner to laugh with, to love, all because you felt inferior to others.

“You won’t hurt me.” You whispered, one of your hands nudging his face down closer to yours. “I trust you Azumane.”

Your lips were so close to his that you could feel his slightly labored breathing. His eyes were so close that you could seemingly see into his soul. You tried to tell him with your eyes just how hopelessly in love with him you already were.

Somehow, he must’ve felt it, because soon he was sighing into a soft kiss as one of his strong hands moved to hold your head as the other glided down your body to rest on your hip.

“Asahi….” he breathed, disconnecting your lips to look into your eyes.

“Huh?” you asked, slightly dazed from the passion of the short kiss.

“Call me Asahi, my love.” He said before once again joining your mouths in another heartfelt kiss, pulling your body flush against his own strong frame.

You moaned into the embrace, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he carefully swept you up off of the ground and began to carry you into his bedroom.

It all seemed like a whirlwind to you, but you couldn’t imagine it any other way. This was your soulmate…. Your other half.

Asahi’s body was alight with desire as well as he felt the effects of his rut in full force. He couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky he was to receive you as his mate. You…. the girl that he’d been admiring from afar, the one that, dare he say, he was already madly in love with. You couldn’t wait to spend eternity with you in his arms. When he held you, he felt like the strongest man in the world.

“Is this okay? I don’t want to force you. I’m in rut so I want you to be 100 percent sure that this is YOU wanting me, not your hormones.” Asahi whispered as he set you down on the edge of his bed.

There was no doubt in your mind that this was what you wanted. You didn’t care that he was in rut, you knew that the lust you were feeling barely had anything to do with your omega nature. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad that it made you want to cry.

“Asahi,” You whimpered, falling back onto his bed and staring up at him with a maddening blush on your cheeks. “I want you to claim me…”

“My love….” he growled before lunging back down at you, his lips attaching to your jaw with a renewed feverish manner.

“Asahi!” you gasped as his large hands roamed your body, his long fingers dancing across your hips that had been exposed as the blouse you were wearing was torn off of you, the buttons flying across the room.

He chuckled at your surprise before resuming his onslaught of love onto your body, his lips seeking out your breasts as his hands began to work at your slacks and then at his own clothes.

As soon as you were both fully nude, he leaned back, leaving reality to dawn on you as you realized that you weren’t actually fully over your insecurities. Your hands flew up to cover your face and stomach in embarrassment, you didn’t want Asahi to see you under such bright lights.

“I-I’m sorry I jus-” You whispered in shame, your eyes locking on a wall in his bedroom as you tried to explain.

“Let me see you.” He demanded, interrupting your pathetic stuttering with his strong hands clasping around your wrists and pulling them above your head. Your eyes closed tightly in humiliation.

Asahi’s eyes hungrily drank in your body. Every curve and arch was precious to him. He was practically drooling at how soft you felt under his hard body, how pliant you would be to his will.

“Beautiful,” he murmured to himself. Making your blush darken.

He brought his head down to your chest, his tongue piking out of his mouth and leaving a hot trail between your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of the appendage dancing its way down and across your stomach, down to your hips, until finally, Asahi’s head rested between your thighs.

His hands splayed out against the smooth flesh, admiring how soft they were in his grip. He could smell your arousal, turning him on that much more as he watched slick drip out of your hole and onto the meat of your upper thighs.

“One day.” He mumbled, half to himself and half for you to hear, “I will fuck these gorgeous thighs.” He said before swooping in and kissing the upper region of your legs. Biting and sucking dark spots into the sensitive skin.

“Asahi!” Was all you could manage to cry as his hands and mouth wreaked pleasurable havoc on your mind and body. You wanted him so badly. You could feel your cunt fluttering with need as slick dripped out of it, leaving a large damp spot on Asahi’s bedsheets.

“What do you want my love?” He asked, his eyes looking up from his position from in between your thighs to meet yours. You were suddenly overwhelmed at the sight of so much affection and adoration that laid in the dark brown pools.

“I want you Asahi….” you cried, panting as he quickly climbed up your body, lining himself up with you.

Both of you were hot and ready. The feeling and scent of desire clouding the room and leaving you both in a state of reckless lust. Nothing in that moment mattered but you and him.

Asahi connected your mouths once again as he pressed into you, his cock stretching your walls further than anyone had ever stretched them before. It felt so good…. so incredibly good.

“Asahi….” you gasped as he seated himself fully inside of you, the indescribable feeling of fullness making your body shake. “Please... Give me your cock.” A low growl ripped through his chest as his restraint finally snapped and his rut took over his mind and body. His hips began to snap in and out of your body at an almost lethal pace, leaving you writhing and gasping for air as you felt his primal instincts taking over.

“Yes!” you cried, your nails driving themselves across his upper back in a pathetic attempt to keep you rooted to this world. If the sheer size of his dick wasn’t enough to split you in two, it was the lightning-fast pace that his hips were thrusting into your body at, hitting all of the deepest areas of you, making you want to scream in pleasure.

As his cock drug in and out of you, rubbing against your walls so good that it took all of your breath away, you felt the tip of his cock but against your g-spot.

“Aah! Asahi!” You screamed, your walls clenching around him as stars painted your vision in pleasure. You couldn’t believe just how good he filled you up, how he reached every single place within you, drawing out the lewdest sounds, filling the rooms with your moans and cries as his cock pounded into you.

“You’re so beautiful” He gasped as you clenched around him, he was practically rapid with pleasure. He was slamming into you as his newfound goal in life was to please you, sucking on your neck as his hands roamed and gripped your body.

You could tell that since Asahi was in rut, his end was approaching much faster than it normally would and you would be lying if you said that you weren’t on the brink of orgasm as well. Apparently, Asahi had realized the same thing and was positioning himself to where he was hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, determined to make you fall apart first.

“Asahi!” You gasped, tears running down your face as your hands gripped his strong shoulders. “Asahi, I’m gonna come….”

“Yes, my love….” He grunted, picking up his pace impossibly more before bringing his fingers down to circle your clit. He could feel you getting closer and closer with the way that you sucked him back in with each thrust. “You take me so well.”

“Yes. Only you Asahi! You fuck me so good!” You babbled, your hips circling quickly in a sad attempt to keep up with the delicious feeling of his cock inside of you. You could feel the elastic of your orgasm pulling tight in your lower stomach. You knew that Asahi wouldn’t let himself come before you.

“Please….” you begged, teary eyes staring into Asahi’s lustful ones. “Please let me cum..”

“Yes my love.” he panted out, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he felt his own end rising. “Cum for me…” He said, his lips once again joining yours as your body was thrown off of the cliff into a sea of pleasure. You cried into his kiss, your body arching off of the bed as it shook with the overwhelming force of your orgasm. You swore that you temporarily went blind with the impact.

“I’m gonna come…..” Asahi breathed against your lips.

“Please…..come inside of me.” You begged, your legs wrapping around his hips and trapping his body against yours as his hips began to stutter and his cock burst inside of you, filling you with his hot seed.

“Fuuuuckkkk.” he groaned, pitching his head back as every fiber of his benign burned in the glory of his high. He continued to lazily thrust into you, bringing you both through your peaks.

As soon as you had been able to gain your breath again, he pulled you, leaving you incredibly empty. You whined at the loss.

“I need to take care of you.” He chuckled, climbing off of the bed to retrieve a towel from his bathroom to clean your body with. He kissed and massaged you as he gently wiped all of the cum mixed with slick off of your thighs, his face burning red at the lewd evidence of your lustful activities. You giggled as his docile, shy nature slowly returned, barely being able to make eye contact with you.

As soon as he was finished, he let you pull him back down onto the bed, despite both of you still being naked and sweaty. You closed your eyes, you knew that his rut would flare up again and you wanted to catch a quick nap before the second round.

Asahi just stared at your face as you drifted off to rest. You looked like an angel to him...so pure and beautiful. He knew then that he would always protect you, even if that meant laying down his own life. You were now his reason to live, you were his muse…..

You were his.

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