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justaaveragereader · 6 months

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Slashtober🔪||GhostFace!JongSang

Pairing: JongSang x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: MeanDom!Jongho, MeanDom!Yeosang, Sub!Reader, Cum Eating, Oral (Giving and Receiving), Cum Play, CNC, Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Primal Play, Masked Sex, Phone Sex, Reader Is Being Watched…, Three Sum, Spit Roasting, Choking With A Belt🤪, Restraints, Degradation, Name Calling (Whore, Slut..), If I Missed Anything👀👀…Lemme Know!

A/N: Can you believe we got one more slasher fic to go then Slashtober is over?!? I hope yall enjoyed these fics as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. I couldn’t hold myself back on this one, I was trying to hold it till tomorrow but excitement got the best of me. I apologize for the person I became when I wrote this🤪🫣.

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The last to move in was Kang Yeosang, and Choi Jongho, the quietest men out of the neighbors. Both resembling Gods, when they came into the neighborhood you couldn’t help but want to know their names. When the moving truck pulled into town, you and Wooyoung fought your way to the truck wanting to both introduce yourselves, getting an eye full of both men, in tank tops, sweating through them leaving very little to the imagination, your voice got caught in your throat. Wooyoung laughed and snickered saying how you embarrassed yourself while you reminded him that he literally almost leeched his body onto Yeosang and Jongho. Every morning you saw them you waved to them, knowing that they were the type of men who preferred being left alone. Yet you couldn’t possibly leave them without giving them some kind of polite gesture.

Your house was quiet Sunday night, deciding to call it a night early you got yourself tucked into bed, turning your phone on do not disturb. You let sleep take over your body. Not even 20 minutes into your peaceful slumber your phone came off of dnd, irritation lacing your mood, you picked up your phone to see who could be calling you, an unknown number? Not even bothering with it, laying your phone back down you tuck yourself back into bed. Your phone goes off again, and again. Getting fed up, you answer your phone.

“What?!” You yell out clearly annoyed that this number continued bothering you. You can hear breathing into the phone, rolling your eyes as you hang up. Placing your phone back down. When your phone goes off again. You answer it and hang up. Getting more irritated, throwing your covers off you make your way to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water when your phone lights up again, answering it but not speaking just yet. You can hear movement on the other line.

“What do you want?!” You say with an attitude lacing your tone. A deep chuckle makes you place your glass down. Putting your phone on speaker and placing it on the counter.

“I just wanted to see what you were doing baby.” A deep voice says, your eyes get big, slightly scared you go to hit the end button when the voice speaks up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” The voice on the phone says, confusing you. When a hand wraps around your mouth, pulling your body effortlessly against his chest. You scream even though it is muffled by this person's gloved hand. As you are trying to peel this person's hand off of your mouth, you are trying to kick his legs, so you can get away from them. His other hand grabs your waist pulling you close to his body, hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks. Closing your eyes tightly you jerk harder in his grasp. When a deep chuckle is heard through the phone once more.

“Go ahead and fuck her. I know the little bitch is wet.” Gripping your throat, Jongho bends you over the kitchen counter, his bricked cock nesting between your ass cheeks. Your face comes in contact with the cool surface of your kitchen counter. Your body doesn’t even put up a fight, automatically bending to the will of the big man behind you, while the person on the phone laughs hysterically in your ears. With a voice so deep you’ve swore you’ve heard it before, the husk to the voice, the grit of the voice, yet you can’t put a finger on it because the only thoughts that are swirling your mind is how easily you are being manhandled, and how much you are enjoying it.

Running his gloved fingers from your belly button to your clit, he puts pressure on it, causing your body to let out a mewl. The man behind you lets out a chuckle, you can hear him undoing his belt, sliding it around your wrists, securing it to the faucet. Pressing his body on your back, keeping you in place with his body weight. You struggle to breath, a quiet moan slips out, the struggle in which he’s causing you turns him on more and more.

“Is that what you want? You want a big bad guy to come and fuck you?” He grunts into your ear, bucking his hips between your ass cheeks. You can get a good feel of his length, and not only is he thick, he’s long. How could you not want this? Maybe Mingi was right, maybe it was time to admit you were just as fucked up as they were.

Dropping to his knees, he shimmies your pajama shorts down, giving your ass a harsh slap making you yelp.

“No panties? My god..” he groans out. Gripping your ass cheeks, he spread them, getting a clear view of your moist cunt. Rubbing his gloved hand through your lips, collecting your slick on his fingers. Popping them in his mouth he savors the taste of you on his tongue. Hiking his mask up he dives tongue first into your cunt. Strong hands gripping your ass cheeks spreading them even further so he can get a better taste of you. He’s eating you like he’s a starved man, like this is the first meal he’s had in a long time, like he’s trying to eat you alive. Slurping your clit, his gloved hand comes and plunges in your warm walls. Letting out a moan you try to reach your hand back, forgetting that you are tied to the faucet. You want to slow him down from eating you out as you don’t want to cum just yet. Removing his hand from your ass cheek he hikes your leg up, tucking his hand behind your knee. Making his access to your cunt easier, he dives back in. The tip of his soft nose constantly brushing ain’t your clit with he tongue fucks your hole. Gripping the belt you try to stabilize yourself. The deep voice from the phone speaks once more…

“Tell me how much you are enjoying him eating that pretty pussy.”

Biting your lip you let your head fall to the cool counter. Trying your best to stabilize yourself.

“I-I love it.” You choke out, with your leg still cocked in the air, gripping the belt tighter you feel your orgasm beginning. The way he has his mouth wrapped around your clit, with his fingers deep in your cunt you hear white noise. Letting out a loud cry your body jerks with each suck he sends to your throbbing clit. Pulling back with a smack of his lips he stands up placing a hand over your eyes while pulling your head to the side, he squishes your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out.” Rolling your tongue out with your mouth wide open and eyes still covered letting your life lay in this man’s hands. He lays his tongue flat against yours, letting you taste yourself. Pulling back with his hands still covering your eyes he adjusts his mask. Grabbing your tied wrists he undoes the belt, shoving your body on to the closest wall near you both. Reaching back to grab the phone, you notice the call is still continuing, your pussy clenches around nothing knowing that the person on the other line was just listening to you getting your pussy ate. Pulling his pants down, he runs his throbbing cock between your folds, sliding between them collecting as much slick as he can. Sliding through your folds once more he slides smoothly into your warm cunt. Wrapping a hand around your throat so your head cocks back…

“Oh baby, I’m about to completely destroy you.”

Hiking his hips up harshly, you slide up the wall with each deep stroke he delivers. Each hard thrust feels like a punch to your gut. He’s practically sliding in and out of your stomach.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you.” A deep voice groans out, gripping his cock tightly giving it a slow pump, as he hears the constant slapping of your skin on Jonghos leather pants. Juices dripping down them.

“He-he’s fucking me so hard.” You pant out, your chest pressing harder and harder against the wall.

“What else baby?”

“He's so deep in my cunt I can feel him brush over my spot.” You cry out to the voice on the other side of the phone. Yeosang spreads his legs further, spitting slightly on his hand. He starts to pump his cock again, trying to find the rhythm at which Jongho is fucking you. You bounce up and down on his cock, your ass smacking his clothed muscular thighs. Tipping your head back , you are soaking in all the pleasure this man is giving you. He’s a man of sharp actions, a man of skill, he’s using your body like you are his own personal flesh light.

His large arm wraps around your throat, his elbow bumping the wall in front of him, squeezing tighter as he pounds into you from behind, his heavy breath is in your ears. He’s got you in a headlock.

“Fuck baby, you can take more can’t you?” He grits out, the other voice on the phone line agrees with him. Your eyes roll back, head smacking against his shoulder. While your hand is still trying to tightly wrap around his arm that is around your throat. Alarms are going off in your head that if this person wanted to squeeze a bit tighter he could possibly kill you, yet the way he’s pounding into your cunt, and has you pressed against this wall you can't think properly. Grabbing the phone in a better grip, he holds it to your ear once more.

“Is he fucking you good?” A deep voice breathes out, you can hear the fapping of the person on the other line. The thought of them jacking off to you getting fucked makes your legs shake along with the way you are getting used. Wrapping his arm tighter around your throat, he runs his thumb over the back of your neck.

“Answer him baby, don’t make him wait.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, your mouth hangs open, trying to get out any word you can so you can answer the person on the line.

“Y-Yessss..” you drag out the S, the overwhelming feeling of Jonghos thick cockhead constantly brushing against your cervix mixing with the husky sounds that are leaving the person on the phone line bring you over the edge. Choking out a loud gasp, your toes curl while your nails dig into Jonghos clothes arm. Head smacking into his shoulder once more. Speeding his hips up, he continues to abuse that spongy spot not giving you a chance to breath. Tears fill your eyes with how powerful his thrusts are, he’s fucking you into oblivion.

“Please pleas-please.” You hiccup out, the voice on the line coos at you.

“You can give us another can’t you? Be a good girl and give him another. Or matter of fact, maybe you wanna give me one.” He breathes heavily into the phone, you hear the line go dead, the person behind you slows his hips down. Slowly stroking into you, but with strokes so deep your body hikes up the wall with each thrust. Loosening his arm around your neck, he lets your body completely depend on the wall to hold you up. His hands come down to your hips, slamming you down harshly on his cock. Your face smushed against the cool wall, drool is pouring out of your lips. You are beyond gone at this rate. You are convinced with the last orgasm your bones have melted and turned into pudding.

Completely stopping his movements, he pulls you off of his cock. Cradling your body so you slowly slide down to the floor, your skin brushes the cool floor. Letting out a small hiss you turn over on your back, head thumping against the floor as you lay sprawled out. The mask man above you lets out a small chuckle, while he is masked you can hear the light chipper chuckle that leaves him. He stands over your body, thick legs on each side of you with his cock still standing strong and tall against his clothed stomach, wrapping his hand around his cock, he jerks off above you slowly. The moonlight catches onto his torso, he’s huge. His shoulders are broad, and his legs are thick, his hands are veiny and strong. No doubt he could choke you out with ease with them. You are still out of breath from your orgasm, your naked chest heaves up and down, with each exhale your breast jiggle slightly catching Jonghos eye.

Speeding his hand up to match the rhythm of your breathing he is close to his orgasm, hand beating his wet cock faster and faster. He's towering over you, looking down upon you. Under his mask his eyes are taking in your naked frame over and over again, the way your nipples pebble because of the cool breeze, the way your breasts jiggle with each breath, the way you look at him through clouded eyes, you are sin on a platter. You are the fruit of temptation and every single person in the neighborhood wanted their own bite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jongho pants out shooting his load over your naked body, you see his legs tense as he cums all over your laid out naked frame. His load hitting all over your chest, some landing on the bottom half of your face, some even landing on the kitchen floor. Tucking himself away in his pants he crouches down to be eye to eye with you. Gathering some of his cum off your chest, he taps your lips, painting his orgasm all over them, letting him do so you look at him with wide eyes. You’ve never been used so carelessly like this, like you are simply a throw away. Your pussy clenched around nothing, from his peripheral vision he can see your thighs clench. Shaking his head back and forth, he hands up, placing one of his black boots on your stomach, your body riddles with nerves.

“He's coming to find you in 10.” He speaks out, mask muffling his voice. Trying to come down from your orgasmic trance you blink rapidly trying to come back to reality.

“Who?” You whisper out. Rubbing your thighs together, moving his foot he kicks your thighs open. Placing the tip of his boot merrily inches away from your cum soaked cunt. He drags his eyes down your body before looking back up at you. Titling his head to the side, your body freezes with shock. With such a small gesture your nerves spike.

“Run.”

Trying to gather your body off the floor the best way you can, you scramble to get up, legs still feeling like over cooked noodles. You stand fully, taking off to any and everywhere in your house. Avoiding your bedroom, this time. You can hear that masked man counting down in your home.

“10…!….9!…8!…” as he’s counting you are still trying your best to find where to hide, opting to stick yourself in your hallway closet, quietly shutting it. You hear a change of voice counting you the count down, the same exact voice you heard over the phone. Yet you hear nobody enter or exit your home. Was he here the whole time?!

“7…! 6…!…5!…” you hear the heavy footsteps of the deep voice man making his way through your home. The sounds of his footsteps lead away from where you are. Your adrenaline is high, your chest is covered with sticky cum, while your ass naked running through your home. This isn’t how you expected to spend your Sunday night yet here you are. Your house gets eerily quiet, putting a hand over your mouth and nose to try to regulate your breathing. Not wanting to make too much noise to give away where you are.

“You know the most common places to hide in a home are the closets. Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you move to another location. I’ll even pause the counting.” His deep voice tells through the quiet home. The rasp in it bounces down the empty halls, settling right in your ear. Looking for anything in the closet to wear you find an oversized jacket, quietly sliding it on your body, you decide you are going to make a quiet run for it out of your home. Cracking the closet open quietly. You quickly dash to the front door, sprinting as quietly as possible with your hand still covering your mouth. As you get the door opened and unlocked you look over your shoulder making sure he’s not behind you, flinging the door open you turn and run right into the hard chest of the other masked man. His arms wrap tightly around your body, while a hand behind you wraps around the hand that’s covering your mouth. You feel a broad chest stand behind you. Crushing you between both masked men.

“Boo.” The one with the deepest voice says, clearly calculating your next move, your hand darts out to smack him, before you can even lift your hand he has it pinned to the broad man standing behind you.

“Wrong move baby.”

Throwing you hand back down, he grabs the zipper to the top of your coat, zipping it down slowly so your body is on display for him, his gloved hands come up and twist your nipple, your mouth lets out a loud gasp, while the moan is muffled behind your own hand, and Jonghos hand it still can be heard loudly. Jerking your body back against his own, Yeosang flicks his head to Jongho signaling him to move back so he can step in the house. He grabs your waist dragging your body back into the home. Lifting you off the ground like you are nothing but a paper weight to him.

“Trying to make a run for it, pretty girl?” Yeosang enters the home. Closing it behind him. Walking slowly, he inches his ways toward you, while he is not as wide as the man holding you, you can see how muscular he is, the man is built like a Greek God. Shaking your head from side to side, trying to convince him that you weren’t going to go anywhere.

“You know I do hate liars.” He grits out beneath his mask, nodding his head. Jongho removes his glove-covered hand from your mouth, your own hand drops from your mouth, your face is slick with spit, your chest is heaving.

“I sw-swe..” before you can even finish your sentence, Yeosang grips your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks together, cutting off your sentence. Letting out a deep breath behind the mask, he smacks his lips. His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it go. Both of his hands wander down to your throat, clutching it in a way you think he’s going to choke the life out of you, putting slight pressure on your neck. You let out a choked breath.

“Oh, we do have a slut on our hands.” He says through a chuckle. Gripping your throat a little tighter a quiet moan falls past your lips. Bringing his masked face closer to yours, your nose brushed against the plastic.

“Do you understand I could choke you out right here, and leave your pretty little limp body on this floor.” Biting your lip you nod your head, panting out onto the plastic that’s covering his face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you…I could fuck you so hard all you’ll remember is the feeling of each orgasm I give you. Or I could fuck you with in a inch of your life, pretty girl.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip once more, heavy in thought of what he was going to do to you. Smacking his lips, he wraps his hands around your throat again, choking you.

“Because you lied to me, and tried to make a run for it. I think me and my friend here will fuck you with in an inch of your life.”

Tossing your body on the floor, you hit it with a thud, the jacket being a barrier between you and the cool floor.

Unbuckling his belt, he slides it off with one swift motion. The men separate the one with the deepest voice standing at the bottom of your feet while the other stands above your head. Kicking your legs open, you let your eyes travel over the other masked man. You notice he’s brick hard in his pants. You wonder if he ever got the chance to cum while he was listening in on you getting your pussy ate. Yeosang walks to the side of your body putting his boot under you back, kicking you over so you are on your stomach. Putting his boot on your back so you stay lowered on the ground. Jongho laughs sinisterly, lowering himself in a squat so he comes closer to your eyes. Gripping your head, he holds it up while Yeosang tosses the belt he pulled off earlier to him. Wrapping the belt around your neck, he gives it an experimental tug. A loud moan leaves your mouth. Clearly embarrassed by how turned on you are, you try to lower your head, clearly amused by your actions Jongho pulls on the belt yanking your head back up so you remain in eye contact with his mask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone sluttier then you. If only you could see yourself.”

Jongho says through a laugh, Yeosang makes his way to your lower half, kicking your legs open, he puts his boot right near your cunt, nudging it lightly. You close your eyes and try to bite back a moan.

“Oh my god!” Jongho says laughing, pulling the belt even higher so your body is slightly more off the ground. Yeosang nudges his boot against your cunt again, as if your body is on autopilot you grind your cunt on his boot trying to get as much stimulation as you can.

“She really is a slut. You know what you are, pretty girl?” Grabbing the belt tighter he brings his face closer to yours.

“You are a pretty hole for everyone to fuck, and for everyone to use.” Blinking at him with desire in your eyes, you can feel your slick leave your body and start to run on Yeosangs boot. You feel the heat of embarrassment prick your skin like a million needles. But you can’t ignore the fact of how turned on you are by his degrading words.

“Nothing to say huh?” Yeosang says while you continue to grind on the tip of his boot. Looking up at Jongho with big tear stained eyes, you open your mouth to say something but your head is empty of any thoughts. All your body screams is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

“What’s in that pretty head?” Yeosang says, bringing his boot against you to match your actions. Blinking at Jongho once more you bite your lip before answering.

“I-I wanna cum..” you whisper out thoughtlessly. While you can’t see it, you can feel the chill run through your blood. You know behind those masks both of them are smiling. Dropping to his knees and swiftly undoing his pants Yeosangs cock springs free, pulling your hips up so you are on all fours. Jongho lowers himself so it’s easier for you to suck his cock. Running his cock between your folds, he gathers all the arousal he can before roughly sliding into your cunt. Yeosang starts off at a slow but hard pace. Making sure you feel every thrust he’s delivering to you.

Grabbing the belt around your neck, Jongho undoes his pants once more, shimmying them down his cock springs free smacking you across the lips. Running a hand over your head, he grips the back of it with his hand still tightly wrapped around the belt.

“Open your mouth pretty girl.” Letting your mouth fall open you try to relax your jaw as much as you can, with Yeosangs deep thrusts it’s hard to loosen your jaw because all you wanna do is bite down on your lip to hold in your moans from the pleasure he’s delivering to you. He easily slides his cock in your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. As he hits the back of it Yeosang thrusts forward harshly, causing Jonghos cock to go even further down your throat. Letting out a gurgling noise Jongho reels his hips back, pistoning his hips in and out of your mouth, not caring about being delicate, they were using your body just for their pleasure. While Yeosang continues to slam up in your cunt, Jongho would power drive his cock down your throat. Creating a perfect bouncing effect between the two of them. Saliva pooled around your mouth, dripping on the floor, your arms were starting to get sore from being in the position, one hand goes to hold onto Jonghos strong thigh that is contracting every time he’s in your mouth. Just as both of their thrust begin to get sloppy. Yeosang reaches over, gripping the belt that’s around your throat, pulling it up so your head is held higher, while your throat tenses at the new angle you can’t help but let your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Where is that attitude you had when you answered the phone? Hm? Where is it?” Yeosang grits out through clenched teeth, tilting his head back as he is close to reaching his peak. Pulling the belt tighter, with each thrust up he pulls your body back down by the belt causing you to bounce up and take Jonghos cock further down your throat. Gurgling noises leave you, with your eyes full of unshed tears, you look up at Jongho, you see his head tilted back, clearly enjoying your warm, wet mouth on his cock. Pulling the belt once more you bounce harder on his cock, resulting in Yeosang dropping the belt, pulling his cock out and letting out a deep breath.

“Sit up on your knees.” He grits out quickly, wrapping his gloved hand around his cock, he stands up, Jongho slips out of your mouth, rising to his feet as well. Balancing your weight on your knees you look up at both of them sticking your tongue out, both of them let quickly stroke their cocks before cumming all over your face, some landing on your chest, some of it getting on your lower belly. You are painted in their cum, you happily accept their cum all over you, swallowing down their mixture that landed on your tongue. With their piercing gazes through the mask, they both look at each other before looking back at you tilting their heads to the side. A chill runs through your body.

“Run.” They both say at the same time, scraping your body off the floor once more. You make a dash for another hiding spot within your home.

As the boys gather around Wooyoungs computer they watch as your naked, cum covered body runs through your house frantically looking for a place to hide. While Jongho and Yeosang converse quietly amongst themselves. Turning around, Jongho locks eyes with the camera that is tucked away in your kitchen. Walking close to it, he lifts his mask smiling into it knowing that at least one of them is watching.

“Enjoy the show.” He whispers into the camera.

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hopeluna-archived · 7 months

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totally not like a personal experience or anything but is it ok if i request the obey me bros + dateables (whether or not you wanna add luke is up to you bc this is a sfw request so the little chihuahua baby can be in it) with an mc who always had to fight just to have someone just pay attention to them? i mean like having to repeat their words, call out the name of the person theyre talking to, constantly ask if theyre still paying attention to what theyre saying, etc. (bonus points if they also feel like no one even really likes what they do have to say once they get someones attention)

!! MC who always had to fight just to have someone pay attention to them | obey me

A/N: totally not writing this out of personal experience or anything hahahaha

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Diavolo

CW: hurt/comfort, mostly comfort tho, mentions of neglect and feelings of not being "enough", lemme know if there is anything else!

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Lucifer

Lucifer is quite perceptive and notices this. He has never had an issue with this himself because when he talks, he commands the room, willing everybody to listen. And he'll do the same with you, even if you might not notice it. Any person daring to speak over you gets shut down pretty quickly by Lucifer's stare.

Mammon

Mammon understands this. He's had to deal with fighting for making his voice heard pretty much all the time. When he notices you do the same, he's hurt. How can someone not listen to your words?? No matter what he's doing, he always makes sure to give his full attention to you when you're talking and how can he not? Your voice sounds too heavenly to ignore <3

Leviathan

Levi doesn't catch on to this at first till someone, probably Satan, points it out one day. He feels pathetic that you feel this way because he, himself has felt this way too many times to count. He always got upset about how people would tune out his ramblings. He feels worse when he realizes you have never done it yet you face that too with other people.

Satan

Satan's pissed. More than usual. How dare people ignore you when he looks at you like you hung the stars everytime you're talking? Satan notices this very early on and is already thinking of ways to torture every single person who decided to makes you feel any less. He will literally stare into their soul when you are talking as a way of warning them.

Diavolo

Diavolo's heart breaks whenever he sees the crestfallen look on your face at someone ignoring you. He might be a goof but he still notices these little things and is quite upset and confused at how someone could ever not hang on to every words you utter. He thought it was absolutely normal to look at you in adoration every time you talk?

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keeksandgigz · 4 months

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thinking of eddie helping you braid your hair when you’re getting ready to spend the night

made this about eddie and witchy because i cannot stop thinking about them- this is also for the anon who said they can't stop reading it (thank u hehehe)

fluffy fluff below the cut, witchy being jealous and thinking of hexing his exes <3

He had to drag you into his apartment.

In a hilarious turn of events, due to some kind of San Francisco strike, all metro routes were suspended and there was no way you were going to walk in heeled boots all the way to Twin Peaks.

"Why call an Uber, baby? You can literally come upstairs at mine" Eddie says, watching you huff as you read over the e-mail about the strike.

"No Eddie you don't understand. I need to be home. I have a whole ritual! And silk pillowcases! Why can't you just drive me?" you whine, hoping he'll fold to your requests like he always does.

He grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a tender look.

"Because, my lovely witchy, metro routes being down means there will be absolute pandemonium in the streets. And I'm not trying to stay fifteen minutes stuck in downhill traffic" he laughs as you follow him around the store.

He's still working, you got off an hour before and after walking around the vintage stores for an hour there wasn't much else to do. It's just him in the record shop, working the closing shift. You follow him around trying to convince him to drive you back as he puts back the vinyls in the milk crates, folds band t- shirts, and rearranges patches in the display case.

"C'mon, witchy, just go up. I have Chinese takeout from last night or spaghetti if you wanna cook, I'll stop by the hair place across the block to get you a silk pillowcase. Promise" he says, leaning over the counter to kiss your forehead he opens up the cash till.

"But Ed-" you whine, you've never slept outside of your apartment before.

"No buts, I'm sorry witchy. Now get your cute butt out of here, I've got money out" he says, puckering his lips, ready for a kiss.

You lean over the counter and give him a quick kiss before he hands you the keys to his apartment.

"Don't forget to call Lorraine to get her to feed Circe!" he exclaims before you're out the door. You roll your eyes, of course you'll call Lorraine, your neighbor, if Lorraine existed.

But he doesn't have to know you can feed Circe with a snap of your finger whenever you forget to leave food out in the morning.

So you groan and you go through the backdoor of the store to reach the small, dingy courtyard of his apartment. Second floor, apartment 5C.

This building is so old it doesn't even have an elevator. You reach the door and open it, the rattle of keys falling over the counter is the only sound that can be heard, along with the clack of the short heels of your boots.

You take your shoes off and go through his fridge. Day- old Chinese takeout, a carton of eggs and milk. Three cans of Sierra Nevada, a half- drunk bottle of Coke Zero. You open his freezer.

Honey walnut shrimp and fried rice from Trader Joe's, a bottle of vodka, and a tub of ice cream from the last time you were craving it.

You roll your eyes and pick up the phone.

"Hey Ed, you have jack shit in your fridge. Can you stop by the Greek place down the block? I’ll have a gyro with chicken and falafel on the side” you request, hearing his groan at another chore he has to do post closing.

“Baby the Chinese food in the fridge is pretty good, it’s from the place we always go to” he’s not very convincing, but he’s tired and now lost count of the cash he was counting.

“‘kay i’ll put an online order for it so you just have to go pick it up, sound good?” you ignore him.

“Ugh fine but I better get, like, the biggest kiss in return.“ he groans, but it’s true. He is a weak, weak man when it comes to you. “Get me the pita wrap with lamb and fries, and lemme also get seasoned fries on the side. Thank you witchy, love you gotta go” he says, hanging up the phone.

So you order the food and then sneak in Eddie's bedroom to change into something comfortable. Getting rid of that fine line when clothes felt too much like clothes, the stitching pressing into your skin, the cuffs of your sweater feeling a bit too tight against your wrists, your jeans too tight on your legs.

So you venture in his closet and steal a pair of sweats and a ratty black t- shirt. One of his many. You go to the bathroom and notice there's no mirror. This dude.

So you tie your hair away from your face and use the nice face wash you got him- which you're sure he rarely uses- and wipe the makeup off your face. You go look for a clean towel, 'cause God knows you will not be wiping your face with the hand towel sitting on the rod on the wall.

After your face is clean you plop yourself on the couch and watch TV to pass the time.

Thirty- odd minutes later a rattling of keys startles you. Eddie walks through the door with his arms full of plastic bags. He places them on the counter.

"Hey witchy, I see you've made yourself at home?" he says, as you walk towards him and bury yourself in his arms. At least he smelled nice.

"Hmmm missed you, Ed" you mutter against the fabric of his t- shirt.

"You missed me?" you give a little nod, followed by a hum. His heart beats a bit faster, it's nice knowing you think of him when he's away.

"Aw, witchy. I missed you too, are you hungry?" he says, giving you a sweet kiss on the head as he detaches from your grip and reaches for the bag with the food, taking out the boxes.

"Also stopped by the hair place, got you that silk pillowcase and some shampoo and conditioner to keep here. Doubt you'll wanna use my three in one shit" he snickers, and you blush timidly. He's not sweet in the way that he'll kiss you in the middle of the street, but he is for sure sweet in the way he thinks about you an embarrassing amount of times a day.

"Thanks Ed, you didn't have to do that" you say, and he blushes, the boy tinges himself pink because you appreciate him.

"Y'know, anything for you" he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he brings the takeout boxes to the coffee table.

You follow him and plop down on the couch "I was watching 'Sex and the City' while you were gone" you explain, biting into your gyro.

"Was Samantha being her usual crazy self?" he doesn't even know who Samantha is, but he thinks it's funny to ask you every time. You giggle as he puts on a random show for you to watch.

After an episode Eddie stands up and stretches.

"I'm beat, I think it's time for bed" he says "c'mon, witchy"

You rise from the couch and follow him into the master bathroom.

“I have a toothbrush here for you, I kinda uh-“ from his tone you can tell he’s embarrassed “I got one for here the first time you came over, in case you ever, y’know, wanted to sleep over” he says sheepishly, while you wrap your arms around him.

He offers it to you, it’s pink. Your favorite color.

“Aw, Ed. You’re so sweet, thank you” you say and you swear you can see him blush as you place a delicate kiss on his warming cheek.

This slice of domesticity taken away from the mystic vibe of your apartment really makes you wonder. It makes you think about a normal life, with him.

The way he washes his face like a madman (without face wash), letting the water wet his bangs instead of pulling his hair back, the way he ties his hair up before brushing his teeth.

You take the toothbrush out of your mouth "Ah shtill don' undestand why you don' have a mirrah" you sputter, mouth full as you spit the toothpaste in the sink.

"Why I don't have a mirror? Previous tenant broke it and my asshole landlord still won't fix it" he says, taking off his shirt. Your eyes linger on the lines of his back a little too long, bordering the line between looking and staring.

So you turn around and you try to braid your hair without a mirror, but to no avail, every strand seems to be three different sizes.

You groan in frustration as Eddie approaches you.

"Lemme help, witchy" he says, standing behind you and tending an arm out for a hair tie.

He divides the hair into three strands. Your hair is so soft between his fingers.

He wishes he could stall so that he could caress it for longer, but an impatient yawn escapes your mouth as his hands deftly get to work. Over, under, over, under-

"Where did you learn to braid hair?" you ask, feeling the way he softly holds each strand, making sure he's not pulling at your scalp. You don't see him, but a smile forms around his tongue, peeking out of his lips in concentration. Over, under.

"I had girlfriends before you, witchy. They taught me to braid my own hair" he chuckles, as you try to tune out the word girlfriends. Under, over, under.

He can see a pout form on your lips, he smiles.

"Why'd you need to braid your hair?" you huff, thinking of going on a spiraling rampage and hexing every one of his exes. Over.

"Well" he begins "one time, an ex braided my hair and it came out super curly, so I wanted to try it myself. Turns out it needs to stay in the braid for a while for that to happen" he shrugs.

Under, over, tie.

"All done," he announces, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

"Thanks, Ed" you examine the braid, flinging it over your shoulder "looks really nice" you say, and give him a small kiss at the corner of his mouth.

He gets himself into bed. His bed is oddly comfortable and his sheets smell of laundry detergent.

"I might have been washing my sheets every other day in case you wanted to sleep over" he confesses, blushing, as he lifts his arm, opening the warmth of his chest to you.

"You" you give him a kiss "are literally" another kiss "the sweetest guy" another kiss "in the history of always" last kiss.

He gets flustered when you call him sweet, because under the hardening exterior of black chains and shirts with exploding heads and hooded skeletal figures, there's just a sweet guy who loves you and wants you to like him for being himself.

"Just want you to, you know, have a good experience with me" he says, caressing your head.

"You get an 11/10 Yelp rating, can't recommend to anyone, though. You seem to be preoccupied with a really cool girl, and it seems it's going to go on forever" you giggle, as he smiles and gives you a kiss.

"Go to sleep, cool girl. Goodnight, love you" he says, before turning off his lights.

"Goodnight, Ed" you say, turning over so he can spoon you.

"You have to say it back" he whispers in the quiet of the dark room.

"Right, sorry. I love you too, Ed" you correct yourself and close your eyes, falling into one of the best sleeps you've ever had in your life.

The morning after, Eddie wakes up to his landlord bringing in a new mirror, his hair extra curled and all his exes blocked on his social media. But he doesn't have to know about that last one.

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Summary:

Choi Beomgyu was rich, spoiled, and couldn’t take no for an answer. Kang Taehyun, however, was the exact opposite. So, what’s one to do when both take an interest in you? It seems like you’ve become the new subject of their rivalry, and neither will accept a loss.

chaebol!Beomgyu,chaebol!Taehyun! x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst(questionable), smut

word count: 22K

warnings: mc wears glasses, beomgyu is fucking mean, mc is shy/ easily flustered, constant teasing, and cockblocking, bg thinking with his dick half the time, mc is a coward, mentions food/alcohol

smut warnings: dub-con (in one scene), exhibitionism, fingering, bg is a perv, a ton of kissing, soft dom!tae, hard dom!gyu, sub!mc, threesome, oral, (f&m receiving) handjobs, raw sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie(s), sloppy seconds, overstimulation, marking, aftercare

(lemme know if I should add anything !)

Notes: i don’t know why I’m doubting this fic so much— but the thought of rich taegyu literally plagued my mind.. this was originally supposed to be really short, then I found myself staying up late to write more scenes. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy !! <3

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended.

One— what was in the library’s closed off area that made it so heavily protected? Two— did the economics and the psychology professor really hook up due to one’s messy divorce?

And lastly, what were Beomgyu’s true intentions with you?

Beomgyu was a young chaebol who was currently studying in preparation to take over his father’s company one day; the said company being shared with his longtime best friend. While he may have insisted that he couldn’t care less about taking over for his father, but the fiery glint in his eyes that appeared at the mention of the other potential candidate said otherwise.

He was young, attractive, born into wealth, and had his whole life planned ahead of him; he was the whole package. So, naturally, Beomgyu often found himself in the spotlight, whether that be because of new rumors that spread, or because of something outrageous he had done.

Which is exactly why he wasn’t fazed when people started calling you Beomgyu’s new plaything.

“Come over tonight,” Beomgyu said, voice monotone, bored even, as he wrote down notes from a website that you showed him earlier.

You looked up, eyes wide as you looked around frantically, already spotting a few of Beomgyu’s fans gossiping amongst themselves, just a few tables away from where you sat. He watched you, eyes scanning as you flushed with embarrassment at his request, pushing back your glasses as you tried to hide the way his words clearly affected you.

It was so interesting, the strange arrangement you two had— granted, it was simply because of a project that you were stuck doing together, but it still managed to pique the interest of Beomgyu’s potential suitors once they realized that Beomgyu hadn’t simply divided the work in half and left you on your own.

You were— well, you. So quiet and reserved that sometimes, some classes would forget that you were there at all. You kept to yourself yet were so sweet and went out of your way to help others— you had the reputation of an angel.

And Beomgyu, he couldn’t be farther away from that image even if he tried. He was reckless, always found at parties with a new eye-candy hanging from his arm, despite the warnings and scoldings of his father to not ruin his reputation. He was ruthless and apathetic, never making any deep connections no matter how hard others tried, and he wasn’t exactly above paying others to get his way either.

So, it couldn’t have been more shocking to others once they realized that Beomgyu was hanging around you more than usual— much to your dismay.

Because as you would make your way to classes, there would be times when you would run into Beomgyu— and he would greet you. The unnecessary attention was driving you mad. You weren’t oblivious to the whispers that would follow your every interaction; he’s using her, they’re probably only doing this to get his fangirls off his back, they’re probably hooking up.

Those particular rumors would never fail to make your heart stop with stress for a second. Hooking up? With Beomgyu? Never! You barely had time to yourself anymore, and any type of messy relationship like that would only get in the way of your studies. And the last thing you needed was to slip up, leaving you to say goodbye to the very scholarship that landed you a spot in the university in the first place.

You knew you were being a prude; mostly because your friends always told you. Wow, you seriously haven’t found anyone? When was the last time you got laid? They would tease you endlessly for your absolute lack of experience in anything, blaming your lack of game for the cause of not having any prior experiences of past relationships to lean back on.

“No, middle school relationships don’t count. You guys couldn’t even hold hands without breaking into a sweat— and we don’t talk about your first kiss,” Chaeyoung would say, her teasing absolutely ruthless even as you begged her to stop. Taehyung would only laugh along, acting as though the ten years of friendship under your belts meant nothing to him.

“What? Why?” You said, voice brisk as you snapped out of your trailing thoughts, eyes lowering back to your laptop screen as you realized Beomgyu had been waiting for a response, eyes sharp and narrowed as he stared you down.

“The project,” he drawled out, as though you weren’t capable of following along. Honestly, it’s more of a mystery to you as to why people think the two of you might be something; have they not seen the way he talks down to you?

Inhaling slowly, you close your eyes for a moment, biting at your lip to keep yourself from saying anything— you don’t want to start anything at the library, you already learned your lesson the last time you tried to snap back a witty remark.

“I won’t have time to meet at all next week, so I want to get as much work over with now,” he explained, uncaring of the way his voice was a little too loud for a library. But you secretly appreciated it nevertheless, knowing that the table a few ways from yours was tuned into his every word.

“You won’t? Why not?” You really couldn’t help the way you prodded into his life, but, as your friends always say, “the worst thing about you is that you never realize when you’re being nosy.”

And, as expected, he gave you a sharp look, your curiosity withering as you realized you were probably overstepping some kind of line with him once more. Ducking your head behind the safety of your laptop screen, you clear your throat awkwardly, attempting to find something to write down in order to distract yourself from his eyes that were seemingly locked on you like a target.

“Be there by five pm. Don’t keep me waiting, either.” He said, leaving you to gape at him as you looked up from your screen, only to see him standing, ready to leave as he spared you one last look.

“What— you can’t be serious—“ but no, he definitely was. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes said, shutting you up with ease as he turned around, leaving you without another word.

Choi Beomgyu himself could count as your university's fourth mystery.

☆♡☆

“I can’t believe you. You’re weak!” Taehyung said, disbelief spread across his face as he watched you pick out an outfit, laying on top of the piles of clothes that you had rejected. “But also, send me pictures of his house.”

Shaking your head, you threw aside the shirt you were debating, landing on Taehyung’s head and successfully cutting off his running imagination.

“Shut up, you know how he is,” you say weakly, turning around and grabbing the top that Taehyung suggested, “He’s so… I don’t know… persuasive?”

“Threatening,” he corrects, shaking his head at the outfit, rummaging through your closet as he looked for something else for you to wear, his voice muffled. “He has money, he has power, he can’t stand it when he doesn’t get his way.”

Turning around, he handed you his next choice, shoving it in your hands the moment you gave him a doubtful look.

“He’s insufferable, that’s what he is,” urging you to put the outfit on, he sat at the edge of your bed, already eyeing your shoe rack for options, “I hate the way he commands you around just because— because—“

“Just because he could buy our whole existence,” you sigh, adjusting the skirt that Taehyung decided to dress you in. It was a very feminine outfit, and you could already feel the anxiety building up at the thought of Beomgyu or his family (hell, even his maids— if he had any… who were you kidding, of course he did.) seeing you in such an outfit. Honestly, you had probably read the text he sent you about a million times now, his address memorized by now (regrettably) and the possibilities of “dress appropriately” already giving you the first three breakdowns of the day.

Dress appropriately? What do you mean? You had messaged him, albeit only because Taehyung had been sick of hearing you freak out and had been the one to force you to message him that.

Context clues. Was the only thing that he had replied.

You could have sworn that Taehyung was about to go with you to personally tear him a new one.

“I mean, true,” Taehyung said, frowning at your words, “But that doesn’t mean that he can still act like an entitled bitch.” Checking his phone for the time, he put the cute platform shoes that he had been eyeing the whole time in one hand, putting the jewelry and accessories that he had chosen in your other hand.

“Rich people,” he said condescendingly, patting your shoulders in reassurance as he led you to the entrance of your shared apartment.

“Rich people,” you agreed, slipping your shoes on before giving him a goodbye hug. “Clean my room for me?”

“Only if you tell me what cologne he uses.”

Scrunching up your face, you give him a judgemental look, only for him to shrug you off defensively.

“What? The guy knows his fragrances, alright?” He says, watching fondly as you laugh at his idiocy. “But I’ll also do it if you keep a lookout for any cute guys.”

Nodding, you slip on your jacket, opening the door, only to look back to him once more. “It’s a deal.”

Closing the door, you hear him yell one last “good luck!” The words sticking to you as you put down Beomgyu’s address into the GPS, only to gawk at the time it would take to get there.

Luck would definitely be needed.

☆♡☆

Aweing at the enormous gates before you, you realize that you could probably get away with asking for compensation on gas.

Because holy shit, why would anyone need this much space? Or rooms? And is there such a thing as too many windows? Because as you walk to the entrance after being permitted to come inside, the valet (valet!!) taking your car for you, you can’t help but be floored at the fact that you could practically see into their whole house.

What is it with rich people and light fixtures, you wonder, unable to take your eyes off from the ceiling that’s decorated with what could possibly be the world’s most intricate chandelier, unaware of the fact that you’re literally staring into their home right now— but hey, not your fault.

You wonder how their doorbell works. It was a bit of a ridiculous thought, but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder on how a doorbell could possibly alert a house of this size of their guest. But thoughts such as those would be saved for another day, because as you continue to stare shamelessly into the entrance windows, you can see a figure coming down the stairs.

Must be Beomgyu, you think, shifting side to side as you become self conscious about your outfit once more, the cool fall air nipping at your skin as you wonder what he might show up in. Finally tearing your eyes away from their windows, you find yourself regressing as your eyes find themselves glued to the floor, much too nervous to be able to accept any cold comments from him at the moment.

“___? You’re here,” You watch the way the light from inside illuminates the rest of the porch, one of the double doors opening to reveal the owner of the voice. But as you look up, confused as to who it might be, you find yourself feeling more self conscious as the man before you stares at you questioningly.

Kang Taehyun, you realize with horror, is dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his blonde hair messy and unstyled, while you stand at the doorway dressed to impress. You’ve heard of the fact that the two families practically raised the two boys side by side, but you hadn’t expected to actually see him, much less in such a casual outfit.

How casual was this supposed to be?

“I’m… just here to work on a project with Beomgyu,” you explain, eyes downcast as you try to hide your embarrassment. Were you overdressed? Did he think you were trying too hard? What if he got the wrong idea about you and Beomgyu?

“Ah, right,” He said quietly, running a hand through his hair, a moment passing as you shuffled awkwardly outside. Eyes widening in realization, he steps aside, gesturing for you to come inside frantically.

“Come in, come in, you must be cold,” he says, ushering you inside before closing the door, locking out the cool wind that was picking up. Taking off your shoes, you accept the guest slippers he hands you gratefully— woah, are these brand new? “Can I get you anything? Something to drink, anything?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the difference in the behavior— Taehyun, you heard, wasn’t anything like your stereotypical, cruel and uncaring rich man— like Beomgyu. He always tried to keep a humble attitude, his kind and patient behavior just another reminder of their differences.

“No, I’m alright, thank yo—“

“Taehyun, if you’re done flirting with my guest, I’d like to get some work done.” You didn’t even need a second to think of who that could be, his cold voice and colder presence almost bringing down the room temperature by a couple degrees.

Turning to the huge stairway you had been observing from the outside, you couldn’t help but feel a slight relief as you watched Beomgyu come down in his usual, sleek attire, his cold eyes taking a moment to observe you.

“Interesting,” he mutters, stopping at the bottom of the staircase, raising a brow questioningly as a moment passes by, watching your tense behavior with amusement.

“Well? Are you coming?” You can’t help but flinch at the realization that you’ve been standing at the entrance awkwardly, and with one last smile sent to Taehyun, you follow him up the stairs, holding back a remark on how you couldn’t just prance around his home without his permission; unfortunately, you were his guest.

You almost feel as though Beomgyu is trying to get you lost on purpose, because as you follow him around the endless hallways and corridors, you can’t help but feel like this house is more of a maze. Eventually, you’re led into a room, left in confusion as you take it in.

“My study,” he says, as though having a personal study is a basic necessity. You look at him, and it’s almost as though he can hear your thoughts, taking one look at your face before he scoffs, amused almost, as he gestures for you to take a seat.

“What, did you expect to be taken to my bedroom?” He asks, voice low and teasing as he watches you become flustered once more, your reactions much too entertaining for him as he watches you fumble for your laptop. Shaking your head, you remain silent as you open up your shared document, ready to continue your research.

But you can’t help but shift uncomfortably as time passes, unable to get rid of the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes on you from time to time. His stare is just so intense and obvious, and you can’t help but fret and wonder if he was staring at you in a good way or a bad way.

“___. Come here.” He says, eyes already on you as you startle, looking up at him to see what he wants. You hum, raising a brow expectantly as you wait for him to elaborate. But, as impatient as he is, he simply rolls his eyes, standing up abruptly as he rounds his desk over to you, planting his laptop beside yours as he shows you his screen.

“I found a good website that could help our research,” he says, towering over you as he scrolls slowly, showing you the contents of the page. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, you try to ignore the feeling of him completely encasing you. You also try to ignore the deep purr of his voice, his quiet words only making you feel more nervous— was this too intimate?

And damn, Taehyung was right— he smelled like heaven.

“___.” You’re snapped out of your wandering thoughts as you look up at Beomgyu, heart beating roughly against your chest as you take in the way his bangs fall over his eyes, long hair tied up in a half up half down, his eyes narrowed and looking down at you in a way that only made you even more anxious.

He leans down, and you can’t help but lean back against your chair, the feeling of his hand on your back only startling you further— being this close to Beomgyu was only making you short circuit. Averting your eyes, you tried to ignore how close his face was to yours, how, if you wanted to, you could probably lean in and connect your lips with his.

“You’re not listening,” he mumbles, watching as you continue to entertain him with the way you try to keep yourself together, shoulders curled up around you as you try to make yourself smaller, “Are you?”

“I am…!” You breathe out, flustered at the way he’s looking at you; it’s mocking, condescending almost, but wow… you simply can’t help but be drawn to him.

“You are?” He echoes, voice mockingly sweet as the hand that was pressed behind you slowly begins to move, traveling across your back, sending shivers down your body as it retracts over your shoulder, slowly making its way up until he’s got you in his hands, tilting your chin up softly, his face filled with amusement as you try to not die of embarrassment.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, and damn, was it just you or was he getting closer? Or, were you getting closer?

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were thinking about someone else,” he whispers, voice so soft that if you hadn’t been hooked onto his every word, you would have missed it. It was too much, his breath fanning against your face, the deep rise and fall of your bodies, the way that if he got any closer, you would finally be able to get a taste of him.

You fall silent, unsure of what to do. What if he was messing with you? The thought occurred to you abruptly, body flushing with heat as you remembered the amount of times he would get a new girl just to dump her after he got his fill; and you refused to be next.

But before you could pull away, a knock rang throughout the room, Beomgyu pulling away from you so smoothly that he seemed to be the only one unaffected, his cool composure drastically different from your own.

You almost kissed Choi Beomgyu.

That thought alone was enough to keep you silent, trying your best to keep it together as the door opened, revealing the one person Beomgyu wanted to see last.

“Come down for dinner,” Taehyun said, voice so cold and uncaring, the contrast of when he had spoken to you making you perk up curiously. You look at him, seeing that he has now changed into something more proper, the tension between the two not left unnoticed by you. You glance at Beomgyu, shivering at the cold expression that had overtaken his features. Briefly, he glances at you, having felt your stare, and you can’t help but become embarrassed that you got caught.

“___. Stay for dinner, will you?” Your eyes widened at Beomgyu’s request, Taehyun’s expression matching yours as the two shifted their attention on you, watching as you tried to formulate a response.

“I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you say softly, looking down as the feeling of their gaze becomes way too much for you. Honestly, you’re surprised someone as sweet as Taehyun could pull this off; he had that cold chaebol stare locked down.

“Nonsense,” Beomgyu says, and you try your best to not let your jaw drop at his words, “You’re our guest. Let us treat you as such.”

It was borderline scary to hear Beomgyu sound so hospitable, so you knew better to refuse his offer as your eyes met his again, his brow raising as he waited for your answer.

“Oh… alright,” you mutter, trying to not flinch at the way he suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you up and linking his arm with yours, leading you to his doorway where Taehyun stands, taking one moment to look at his eyes before he scoffs, heading to the dining room on his own.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” You try to keep your gaze away from Beomgyu, taking this time to look around the endless hallways and rooms once more. Taehyun is a few steps ahead of you, allowing you to take in his tall and broad frame. You let out a soft sound of surprise as Beomgyu pulls you in closer, and you look up at him questioningly, only to see that his eyes have never strayed from the path ahead of him.

What was Beomgyu plotting?

☆♡☆

The dinner table was much too big.

It was a long, rectangular table, and though there were more than enough chairs on each side, only seven of them were currently occupied, Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents taking four on one end, with you sitting on the other, Beomgyu making you sit next to him, not accepting any excuse you might have prepared. Much to his dismay, Taehyun had sat down across from you two.

You expected the dinner to be tense and for Beomgyu’s parents to be irritated that someone who wasn’t of high status was currently in their home, but you were surprised to find yourself talking to the adults for half the time. You spoke of your major, of your family, and of your plans for the future.

“So you aren’t with Beomgyu, honey?” Taehyun’s mother had asked, catching all three of you off guard as you smiled awkwardly, ignoring the looks that the two sons were throwing at their parents.

“Mom, you can’t just ask that—“ Taehyun said, embarrassed at the straightforwardness of his mother. Shaking your head, you laughed, reassuring the man across from you.

“It’s alright,” you reassured, looking back to the other end of the table as you met Mrs. Kang’s kind eyes— she clearly didn’t mean anything by it. “We’re not together, I just came to work on a project with him.”

She nodded, letting out a small “ah,” at your words, eyeing Beomgyu with a teasing glint as she continued. “It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen him invite a girl to stay for dinner— usually they don’t stay for long.”

“Oh please, you’ll scare her off,” Beomgyu’s mother said, the two women laughing as they continued to poke fun at the situation, seemingly aware of Beomgyu’s reputation.

You could tell that she saw something you didn’t, because as Beomgyu cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you looked at him curiously, you couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in his response.

“That’s because there’s nothing going on. She’s a guest, nothing more.” He says, taking a drink of water to deflect your burning stare.

“Hmm, alright. Honey, how was work today?” Mrs. Kang was quick to drop the subject, turning instead to the man seated next to her, the quiet man that had yet to say anything other than the greeting he said when he first saw you opening up immediately, turning to her as well as they shared the details of their day.

Although the conversation was cut off suddenly, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care as the two couples conversed and told the others about their day, talking and joking carelessly as if they were teenagers. It took a brief moment before you realized what they were actually doing— they were giving the three of you space to talk privately.

But you didn’t talk. You couldn’t find it in yourself to utter a single word as you felt the unspoken tension between the two men return. Beomgyu wouldn’t bother keeping up an interesting conversation with you, and you were highly doubtful that Taehyun was very talkative himself.

So you remained silent instead, looking down at your plate with boredom as you began to think of things to tweak on your project instead.

Just as you were about to share an idea with Beomgyu, you stopped mid bite as the feeling of Beomgyu’s hand brushing against the skin of your thighs, immediately looking at him, only to see him continue to eat, unaware of your burning stare.

“___, where do you work?” You were caught off guard by Taehyun’s sudden question, forgetting about Beomgyu’s lingering touch as you finally allowed yourself to participate in a new conversation.

“Ah, I work at Jin’s, the diner just a couple blocks from the campus,” you said, watching as his eyes lit up, the gracious demeanor that had greeted you at the entrance returning once more.

“That makes sense! My friends and I go there all the time, I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” he says, before adding in, “that, and the fact that we also have a class together.”

You nodded, sending him a smile as you asked, “yeah, how’s your project going so far?”

Listening to him go on about how useless his partner was, you laugh along to his story and can’t help but get enraptured by his charisma. He’s so easy to talk to, unlike the black hole of happiness that sat beside you, quiet as ever as he continued to eat. You surprised yourself with how easily you got along with Taehyun, before remembering that he hadn’t let his status and power go to his head, allowing him to be more approachable.

It was almost as Beomgyu wasn’t even there— almost. Because as Taehyun told you about his thoughts on the campus mysteries— apparently, there was more to the second mystery than you thought— you couldn’t help but pause as the fluttering touch on the hem of your skirt returned.

Heart pounding, you look beside you to find Beomgyu already staring back, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, his eyes dark and challenging as you quickly looked away, glancing back at the other end of the table in embarrassment— only to find them talking cheerfully, their conversation so closed off that you wondered if they forgot you were here as well.

Looking back at Taehyun, you nod at his story, laughing along as you place a shaking hand over Beomgyu’s in a weak attempt to stop him, which only makes his touch on your skin more prominent as you press his hand down.

You were practically shaking. What was wrong with you! His whole family— and Taehyun’s— was right here, yet… you were hesitating to pull his hand off of you.

He raised a brow, looking at you curiously as he waited for your next move. Slowly, his fingertips traced lines along your skin, the slight pressure of his nails leaving you a flustered mess.

You gulped— what was he thinking? There was no way he would go any further, right? Plus, as much as you hated to admit, his touch was slowly becoming more and more welcomed. Yet, just as you were about to gather the courage to pull his hand away, you knock your glass of water over, letting out a small gasp as the water spills over your lap.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You say, reaching for a napkin and immediately going to wipe down the table. Taehyun only reassures you, his kind smile and soft voice managing to calm you down, the embarrassment of your actions leaving you to frantically clean up your area.

“Tsk. What a mess.” The used napkins are left beside you in a sulking pile, and you can’t help but tense at the reminder that the water had spilled all over your lap— the reminder being the way Beomgyu was currently helping you clean up.

Gulping, you watch tensely as he pats down your skirt, the napkin in his hands doing nothing to provide a barrier from the warmth of his skin as the paper absorbs the water. Your breathing is shaky as he slowly pats down your thighs, your skirt having ridden up and exposed more of your skin. Looking up, you glance at his parents as a reflex, only to see them already back to their conversation after having reassured you that it was nothing to worry about.

The water had trickled down all over your skin and in between your thighs, but Beomgyu only ignored those parts as he went back to eating, eager to get the attention of the other pesky person off of him. Your eyes met with Taehyuns, a sheepish smile on your face as you took in the way he stared at you, lips parted slightly before you apologized once more, snapping out of his thoughts as he reassured you once more.

“Seriously, it’s no big deal,” he said, a kind smile on his face as the two of you resumed your conversation. You tried to ignore the remaining moisture on your thighs, knowing that it would be extremely awkward to go ahead and wipe in between your legs in front of them, left to shift uncomfortably in your seat as your thighs rubbed together.

But as the maids bring out the next course, leaving you gaping in awe at the thought of someone eating like this all the time, you realize that you weren’t the only one who was bothered by the remaining water. Because as you stutter mid comment on how delicious the food looks, you can’t help but let the words fall dead on your tongue as Beomgyu’s hand sneaks in, gently prodding your legs apart— and you, in your dumbfounded state, allow him to.

The napkin in his hands is ticklish and leaves a feather-like touch as he wipes down your skin. Taehyun is too busy eating to notice the way you’re staring at your food like an idiot, eyes widened in panic as you stiffen, unsure what to do.

Should you… stop him? You can’t help but debate that thought for a second, part of you grateful of the fact that he really did dry you. But the other part is currently panicking at the way the napkin has been discarded by now, replaced by his hand as he slowly runs his fingers up and down your inner thigh, the feeling already too much for someone like you.

This whole day, Beomgyu has been driving you crazy. In the library, in the study, hell, even here! His teasing is constant, yet he always stops right before he can do anything incriminating— anything that would change the way you see each other.

Which leaves you to wonder; How far is Beomgyu willing to go? Because as you slowly pick up your utensils, you can’t help the way you relax at his touch, the neediness going to your head and allowing you to go along with whatever he tries to do— you doubt he’ll really do anything.

Beomgyu glances at you, and truly, it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts; because what started off as simple teasing has turned into a challenge, and Beomgyu is not one to back down.

He’s abandoned his spot in your inner thighs. Now, he’s found a much better purchase in the apex of your thighs, his index finger taking its time to run over your clothed slit. Choking on your food, you wave off Taehyun’s worried questioning, reassuring him before you throw Beomgyu a panicked glance— he simply shrugs.

You think that if either of the two strained their ears, they would be able to hear your heart pounding against your chest. You’re nervous, shaky even, as you try to remain cool, trying your best to converse with Taehyun as you realize that wow, this feels really good.

Something about Taehyun, kind, handsome, welcoming, talking to you eagerly while Beomgyu sat next to you, hand hidden beneath the tablecloth and playing with you like he knew what was best for you, drove you absolutely crazy.

God, you really were a total prude. You realized, biting down on your lip as you realized with shame just how turned on you were. Beomgyu had yet to do anything to you, yet you were driven crazy by a few simple touches— which is exactly why you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the feeling of his finger circling slowly on your clit, the cloth of your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you as he continued his ministrations, your eyes widening as he began to teasingly push against your entrance.

You might just go insane. It was so overwhelming, yet it wasn’t enough, the way that Beomgyu stimulated you with ease, yet refused to go further. The barrier between the two of you drove you mad, and before you could stop and think over what you were doing, you reached down to grab at his wrist, stopping all of his movement.

He looked at you, waiting for your next move, eyes darkening as he inhaled slowly, trying to remain unfazed as you pushed your hand against your pussy, grinding down on him as you guided him to push your panties to the side— a switch had been flipped between the two of you, and there was no going back.

Beomgyu’s fingers were long and slender, his movements confident and experienced as he pushed inside, jaw clenching as he took in just how tight you were. Taking a sip of your now refilled water, you tried to choke down the sounds that were fighting to escape from your lips, the foreign feeling of someone else’s hands on you making you dizzy.

You waited patiently for him to do something, anything, your thighs shaking with need the longer he waited, your hips grinding down on him subconsciously as the need in your stomach grew even more. Yet just as you were about to gather the courage to look at him, you looked to the end of the table, watching as Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents stood up, making their way to where the three of you sat.

Stopping behind Taehyun, you waited expectantly for Beomgyu to pull out of you, only to realize with horror that Beomgyu wasn’t planning to. You were beyond ashamed as you flashed them all a small smile, watching as they adjusted their outfits before turning to you.

“We have a business meeting to attend, so we’re going to be leaving early,” Beomgyu’s mother said, directing her words to all three of you as her husband stood next to her, nodding silently. “It was a pleasure meeting you, ___. Feel free to come back to visit,” she said, and you nodded, bowing gratefully at her words.

“Thank you, it was a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for having me,” you meekly reply, afraid that if you make a wrong move, they’ll find out just what the two of you are currently up to. You watch stiffly as they say goodbye to their sons, telling them teasingly to behave before they’re off, chatting eagerly amongst themselves as they don’t bother glancing back at the three of you again.

It was silent— and so, so awkward. Maybe it was just you, but you’re sure that if you weren’t careful, you could probably choke on the tension in the room. Your hands were shaky as you reached for your water once more, a thick wave of embarrassment washing over you as you took in the reality of the situation; that being, Beomgyu’s warm hand that was still nestled comfortably between your thighs.

And as the neediness in your stomach cooled down, you realized with a heavy dread what you had done. Despite your usual overthinking and worrying, you had completely given in to the temptation that was Beomgyu, and you couldn’t be more disappointed in yourself if you tried. Carefully, you reached down to grasp Beomgyu’s wrist once more, trying to not pay attention to the way he glanced at you curiously.

“I should get going,” you say, pulling his hand away harshly as you try to not wince at the suddenness. The two men turn to you, watching as you shyly stand before them, avoiding their gazes as if one look could give away everything you were thinking about.

“It’s getting late, and I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Sending Beomgyu a polite smile, you fidget nervously as you ask, “Could I go back to your study to get my bag?”

“I’ll take you there,” he says, and before you can protest, he’s standing up, not bothering to spare a glance to Taehyun before he’s walking you back to the staircase, trailing behind you without another word.

Your heart is practically pounding out of your chest as you walk up the stairs, the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes still on you making you flush hotly with embarrassment. He wasn’t even trying to hide it; you could feel him blatantly trying to look up your skirt as you walked, unsure of what to do as you glanced back at him, only to be sent a coy smile in return.

You’re practically running back to the study as you finally reach the second floor, uncaring of whether or not you seem rude as you get to the room before him, opening the door and packing your things as quickly as you can. You’re struggling to make room for your laptop in your bag as you see Beomgyu appear in the doorway out of the corner of your eye, gulping nervously as his silent stare is caught on you once more.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He asks, taking slow steps towards you as he watches you fumble with your bag. You don’t respond, finding much more interest in the zipper of your bag as you try to get it to close properly.

He slams his hand on the table, and you’re flinching at the sound as you feel him tower over you, placing his hand on the chair that stood between you and the man that set your nerves alight. You can’t bring yourself to look up as you feel him lean in closer, his breath practically fanning on your cheek as you feel him exhale in amusement.

“Thought you might’ve wanted to keep me company,” he says, his voice soft and alluring as he places a hand on top of yours, successfully stopping your fidgeting as you freeze entirely.

“It’s getting late, I should really go,” you say, unsure of what else to say as Beomgyu only takes your word with a grain of salt.

“It is,” he says, his voice soft and sultry against your ear, “I wouldn’t want you going home at such a dangerous hour.”

You’re not given much time to react before you’re being pulled, the small obstacle between you two no more as you find yourself practically sitting on the desk, your eyes wide as Beomgyu quickly slots himself between your legs, his arms trapping you in as he pouts at you mockingly.

“You’ll stay a little longer, right?” He says, watching the way you gulp nervously under his strong gaze, the welcoming scent of his cologne enticing you to give in and become another girl on his roster.

“I have to go,” you say, pushing weakly at his chest, surprised when he lets you pull away from him and reach for your bag frantically. He doesn’t bother following you as you scamper out of his study, your head bowed down and the slippers you were given scuffing against the tiles of the cold home as you’re hurrying your way back to the main entrance. You spot Taehyun on your way there, but all you can do is hurry your footsteps and duck your head further in embarrassment as you try to ignore the way he seems ready to stop you in your tracks.

Beomgyu watches from his window as you sheepishly ask the valet for your car, fidgeting nervously and pacing back and forth as you wait patiently. You’re like a deer in headlights, doe eyes wide and panicked and your legs shaky as you thank the man, climbing in your car clumsily and driving off faster than he expected you to.

You were cute, Beomgyu decided, pausing for a second before also deciding that he didn’t mind playing along to get what he wanted.

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“—I’m so fucked up, like, who does that? His parents were right there!” You’re practically falling apart at the seams as you recite your evening to Taehyung, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest as you try to not look at Taehyung’s reaction from his seat on the couch. It was like word vomit, the story practically escaping you the moment you walked back into your shared apartment, Taehyung’s jaw dropping further and further the more you told him.

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he breathes out, amazed at your story as he stares at you incredulously, his comment only making you writhe around the couch and whine in embarrassment.

“I don’t, that’s the thing!” You cry out, placing your hands on your face as you feel your skin heating up, “He’s so— I don’t know, He’s just straight up insane, but I can’t help but follow along like an idiot! Why? What’s wrong with me?”

“You got it bad,” Taehyung says matter of factly, his simple sentence making you feel as though a weight dropped on your chest. You turn to him, nervous as you let his words linger in your mind.

“Do not.” You deny, turning back to look at your ceiling, ignoring the way Taehyung only scoffs and rolls his eyes at your claims. The silence, you find, is more unbearable than Taehyung grilling you for details about your experience. You find yourself restless, unable to be too sure of your words as you rethink every interaction that you had with him tonight.

“The valet guy was cute.”

“Tell me more.”

You’re desperate to get your thoughts away from Beomgyu.

☆♡☆

Your thoughts are filled with nothing but Beomgyu.

It’s official— you’ve gone insane. It seems your little inexperienced brain couldn’t handle the feeling of another’s hand shoved in between your legs, because you simply have yet to have a moment where your thoughts aren’t filled with that dreadful day. To make things worse—or better, honestly— Beomgyu also has yet to come up to you again. Just like he promised, he was too busy to even look in your direction; or so, you’d like to think.

There’s no reason for you to care, but what if that was it? What if that night at his home had been enough of a taste for Beomgyu, and he had now decided that he’s had his fill? Was he just tossing you aside now? Did he find you pathetic?

It really shouldn’t be bothering you that much; but it did. It did, and it absolutely tore you apart that it could itch at you that much. For crying out loud, what did you expect? Choi Beomgyu was the last person you should have taken interest in, but sometimes you even found yourself thinking about the expensive cologne that you swore still lingered around you.

“___, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you’re slow to look up as the voice calls out to you, lost in thought as it takes you a moment to recognize the second person that you’d rather not confront at the moment; Kang Taehyun. Throughout Beomgyu’s absence, Taehyun had also seemed to take a liking to you, beginning to approach you more and more often during and after classes. You could already hear the rumors that would bubble up at your sudden interactions, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care much this time.

“Hey,” you smile weakly, tired as you glance back down at the stubborn stain you’ve been trying to get off for the past minute. This was quite honestly the last place you’d rather meet either of the men in, but Taehyun did say that he came to this diner a lot. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Ah, just a chocolate milkshake, for now,” he says, watching as you nod before you’re pacing around behind the counter, going back and forth as you begin to make it. Taehyun’s gaze is far more different than Beomgyu’s; it’s less intense, and you don’t feel like you’re in danger everytime you feel his eyes on you. And as you slid the glass towards him, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more welcomed by his presence as he spoke.

“You seem a bit stressed, is everything alright?” He asks, taking a sip from his drink before he continues, “Beomgyu isn’t bothering you, is he?”

“No no, nothing like that,” you say, quick to deny his claims. The last thing you needed was more tension between the two. “Honestly, I haven’t even seen him recently.”

“Hmm, right,” Taehyun hums, moving his straw about absentmindedly as he stirs the whipped cream, “He should be in New York right about now.”

“New York? Really?” You say, pausing your cleaning as you imagine the sight, “What’s he doing all the way over there?”

It’s too late for you to retract and apologize for asking too many questions, but as you watch Taehyun lean on the counter, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t mind answering you.

“He insisted on going with our fathers to a meeting,” He says, rolling his eyes at the thought, “Insisting he has to do it because he’ll be taking over the company soon.”

Sometimes you forget that the two are millionaires— well, mostly Taehyun, but still— but it’s times like these where you can’t help but feel like being partnered with Beomgyu is just a continuous slap in the face. Here you are, working a horrible shift at a random diner in Korea, all whilst your partner is miles away and probably enjoying the night view of a busy city. Life truly is unfair.

“Hmm, of course,” you say, unable to hide the fact that you cannot relate to anything Taehyun is saying, “Must suck that you didn’t go, huh?”

“Oh no, not at all,” he’s quick to shut down your claims, surprising you as he shakes his head at the very thought. “I wouldn’t mind taking over for the company, but I couldn’t care less about it, honestly. I actually have a career I want to pursue, unlike Beomgyu.”

“Really?” You say, unable to hold back your surprise at his words. A quick glance around the diner, and another glance at the clock is all you need before you’re leaning in as well, curious to hear more about Taehyun. “And what is that?”

It’s odd how quickly you’re drawn to Taehyun— but then again, he’s just so charming and charismatic as he tells you about how he wishes to work at his dream law firm, and how he wishes to separate himself as someone independent, and not just someone who’s relying on daddy’s money.

“My father isn’t a bad person by any means,” he’s quick to correct himself as glances back up at you, sending you a sheepish smile as he says so. But as he looks back at his half-drunk milkshake, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes harden into something else as he continues.

“But seeing Beomgyu parade around as if he’s untouchable, it just annoys me.” He’s running his fingers along the glass, drawing shapes with the precipitation of the cool drink, “if it weren’t for his father’s money, he wouldn’t be able to get away with half the shit he does.”

He pauses, looking back up at you with an apologetic smile as he adds, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

“No, I get where you’re coming from,” you say, surprised with yourself as you finally admit those words out loud, “He’s definitely a bit hard to handle.”

And for the rest of the night, you’re ashamed to admit that you and Taehyun bonded over your strange experiences with the boy, talking until you no longer needed that common factor to keep the conversation going. You talked until you glanced up at the clock once more, surprised to find that it was time for you to clock out already.

“I gotta go,” you said, sending him an apologetic smile before saying your goodbyes. You were quick to clock out, gathering all your things before you went back up front, ready to leave when you were left surprised at what you saw. You had expected Taehyun to be gone by now, but he was still there, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly as he fiddled with the straw of his empty drink. You pause in your steps, unsure of what to do as he looks up, sending you a smile as you see him tapping at the table nervously.

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s been nice talking,” he says, biting at his lips as he takes in the way you fight back a smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?”

You’re not sure why, but it’s easier to be bolder around Taehyun; maybe it’s because you actually get an option with him. But you can’t help the way curiosity tugs at you, bringing you closer to him as you take in all his nervous habits.

“Sure, we could go to my place,” you pause, before remembering that Taehyung would probably be there; you didn’t really need him to pry at the poor boy before you, “Or actually, is it alright if we go to yours? My roommate has someone over tonight.”

It’s a small lie, but it’s worth it as you see Taehyun beam brightly at you, leading him to your car as the two of you continue to talk as if you had been friends for years, allowing him to drive as you let him take you to his home. You expected things to slow down during the ride to his house and remain awkward, but you were surprised to find that Taehyun was very good at keeping a conversation going. You spoke of your interests and hobbies, quickly finding out that the two of you had the same taste in music.

It’s scary how magnetic the boy before you is, because as you’re entering the same mansion as last time, much to your surprise, you can’t help but feel intrigued at how much warmer the home has become with him next to you. Your cheeks sting from smiling and you feel light as you walk up the stairs, slightly surprised when you’re led to his own room instead of another unnecessary room.

“You have a room of your own here?” You say, surprised to find that it wasn’t just another guest room. He’s visibly caught off guard by your words, and you can’t help but scold yourself at the fact that you let your mouth run by itself once more.

“Well, I practically grew up here, and our family mostly spends their time here as well,” he says, and you can’t help but feel slightly alienated at his words— again, how many rooms do they have?

“Do you want some clothes to change into?” Taehyun asks, noticing the way you had been fidgeting uncomfortably, fiddling with your clothes mindlessly as it finally clicked in his head that you were still in your work clothes. You’re quick to deny him, but it’s easy to make you give in as he insists, and it isn’t long before he’s showing you to his bathroom (because obviously, he would have a personal bathroom) leaving you alone as you’re given a moment to change.

It’s a simple pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, similar to the attire you saw him in the first time you visited. You put it on, the clothes loose in some places, but fitting nicely overall. You take a second to observe yourself in the mirror, feeling yourself heat up at how oddly intimate this was. You were hesitant to come out, nervous to see what he would think when he saw you.

“There’s this drama that I’ve been wanting to watch for a while now,” he says, glancing at where you stood at the doorway. He made no comments about how you looked, patting the spot next to him softly as he beckoned you to sit next to him. It was oddly reassuring, knowing that you wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him— slowly, you made your way to his bed, sitting down as you left a bit of space between the two of you.

“Hometown Cha Cha Cha?” You said, reading the title out loud as you briefly skimmed the description. “I didn’t think you’d watch kdramas.”

“Well, it was my mother who always watched them,” he says, leaning back against his bed frame as he sends you a sheepish smile, “she just seemed to pass on the habit.”

It’s endearing, the way Taehyun looks a bit self conscious as he hovers over the play button, unsure of whether or not you might find his tastes in shows embarrassing.

“I heard that it’s really good,” you say, allowing yourself to lay back against the pillows as you begin to get comfortable, “play it.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Taehyun smiles to himself, the two of you going silent as the show begins to play.

☆♡☆

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I can’t watch,” you say, covering your eyes as you sink into the fortress of pillows that surrounds you. Taehyun only laughs, trying to pry your hands away from your face as you whine, shaking your head no as he insists.

“I would literally die if I did that,” you say, watching as the main character is shown drunk and out of control, blatantly embarrassing herself in front of her love interest, “I would rather forget everything than remember that I acted like that.”

“Personally, I would love to see that,” he says, leaning towards you as he looks down at where you lay, “In fact, can I get you something to drink?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, pushing his face away as he chuckles at your reaction. It goes silent, the two of you too busy watching the show to continue teasing each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you find yourself much closer to Taehyun than you had been when you started— yet you can’t bring yourself to care as you take in his presence, enjoying the subtle scent of his cologne as your thoughts begin to stray once more.

Taehyun was so sweet. He was warm and charming, and you couldn’t help but find yourself wishing that you could get even closer to him as time passed, glancing at him from time to time as you took in the way he looked as he focused on the show, his side profile just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

“Do I have something on my face?” He doesn’t even bother looking away from the tv as he says those words, startling you as you try to think of an excuse to play it off. But before you can say anything, he’s turning to you, resting his face in the palm of his hand as he looks at you teasingly— you can’t help but be reminded of Beomgyu at this moment.

Oh god, you think to yourself, lips parted as you find yourself unable to say anything, helpless to the way he’s leaning closer, to the way his other hand travels to find itself on your waist, allowing him to overtake your senses as you feel his breath fan on your skin.

Not him too.

You’re not sure what to do, and you’re sure as hell not sure of what will come next as you let yourself give in, weak to his charms as his lips land on yours, the show long forgotten as you begin to sink into the mattress below you. He’s hovering over you, the kiss slow and sweet as you feel his hands begin to wander, your own finding purchase on his shoulders as you grip onto him tightly, too afraid to pull away and face what happens next.

He’s addicting, and you find yourself unable to pull away for even a second, the kiss messy and needy as you feel him straddle you, his thigh clumsily prying at your legs before he’s slotted it between you, his hands cupping your face as he hovers over you eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, whispering the words against your lips as you feel your stomach come alive with butterflies, smiling shyly at the compliment as you feel him trial kisses down the column of your neck.

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, but I just… I couldn’t hold myself back.” You can feel the way his hand lingers at the hem of your— his— shirt, playing with the fabric as you lace your hands in his hair. “You just looked so good in my clothes, it was driving me crazy.”

“Was this your plan all along?” You joke, sighing at the feeling of his warm hand reaching under the pesky shirt to hold your waist. He’s quick to pull away at that, eyes wide as he looks at you, practically glowing as the light of the tv shines behind him.

“No— sorry, did it feel that way?” He looks genuine as he apologizes, worried that he may have overstepped a line as he pulls away from you. It’s brief, though, because before you can think twice, you’re pulling him back in, feeling him groan softly against your lips as he lets himself melt against you.

“I was joking,” you clarify, breathless as you feel him shift, his thigh pressing up against you as you gasp at the feeling, allowing Taehyun to take this chance to deepen the kiss. The two of you are desperate and shameless as you let your hands wander, the feeling of his lingering touches leaving a hot trail on your skin. You’re practically suffocating as you’re encased beneath him, the feeling leaving you dizzy and weak to him.

Your hands find his shoulders as you’re pushing him away, the two of you sitting up and taking a moment to catch your breath. His lips are swollen and red as he looks at you, but before he can get another word out, you’re quickly climbing on his lap as you straddle him, taking his head in your hands as he looks up at you.

“You look so good like this,” he says, his hands finding themselves on the small of your back as they itch to venture further down. You hum, smiling at his words as you bring him in for another slow kiss— then another, and another, before the two decide that it’s no longer enough, that you’d rather have more.

You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you can’t allow yourself to stop in fear of crashing down from this high. Yet, as you sit back and watch Taehyun take his shirt off, you can’t help but feel yourself become unsure as you take a second to observe him— unfortunately for you, he’s quick to notice.

“Are you sure about this?” He says, pausing in his touches as he watches you crash down from your wave; you’re flustered, taking in the way his toned skin practically begs to be touched. You sit there, unsure of what to say as his hands remain at your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he waits for you to say something.

“It’s just— I haven’t done anything like this in a while,” it’s beyond embarrassing to admit, and you can feel your body heating up as you avoid his gaze, looking away and back to the show that was still playing in the background. Your nerves are on fire as you wait for him to say something, inhaling sharply as he cups your cheek, forcing you to look back at him as he sends you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says, allowing you to take a moment to decide for yourself.

“But you look so good,” you pout, shamelessly checking him out as you feel your hands find their way to his shoulders, letting yourself run one down his chest, taking in the way he shivers at your touch.

“Then I’ll be gentle,” he says, leaning in to give you a soft peck. You’re quick to chase after his lips, ready to throw caution to the wind as he asks, “Are you sure?”

And yes, you are. If it’s Taehyun, then you’re more than sure. He’s been nothing but kind and patient with you, and you can’t help the way you’re completely drawn to him. You nod, whispering your confirmation against his lips, and that’s all he needs before he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, urging you to take off the clothing as well.

You’re pulling away as you’re beginning to tug the shirt over your head, but before you can do so, a rough knock makes you pull away from him faster than the speed of light. Taehyun, you notice, is beyond annoyed as he does nothing, the glare that he sends the door before him practically deadly as another knock follows shortly.

He sends you an apologetic glance before he’s rummaging around the bed for his shirt, laughing softly as you sheepishly hand it to him, your eyes already avoiding his own as you try to remain calm. Yet before he even stands up, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, a soft sound of surprise leaving you as he quickly pulls you in for a last kiss, the feeling of your hands grabbing at his already wrinkled shirt making him smile against your lips.

“Fucking asshole…” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as another harsh knock interrupts your moment. It’s then, when you realize with horror, just who is outside Taehyun’s door.

You watch nervously from the safety of his blankets as Taehyun opens the door, barely allowing himself or the rest of the room to be seen as he’s standing in the small crack, the opening blocked by his body as he leans against the doorway casually.

“What do you want.” His voice is back to the cold and commanding tone that never fails to set your fight or flight response alight. Taehyun’s voice is octaves lower, and you’re surprised to find yourself enjoying it more than you should.

“I’m trying to sleep, and you’re disturbing me. My trip was very exhausting, you know.” Beomgyu is quick and to the point as he speaks, attempting to glance behind Taehyun to see who else might be in the room. Taehyun only moves, blocking his sight as the thought of Beomgyu seeing you and possibly trying to start something irks him. Beomgyu raises a brow at the other’s behavior, scoffing at his actions as he watches the way Taehyun prickles at his every move.

“What’re you hiding in there,” he says, feeling his curiosity mix in with his annoyance as the man before him is quick to shut him down, glaring at him as he tells him to leave. But then again, Beomgyu loves a good challenge.

It’s so sudden, and all you can see from where you sit on the bed is the way Beomgyu grabs onto the door, pushing it open as he peeks in, eyes apathetic until they land on you.

“___.” He says, and you can’t help the way your body shivers at the way your name rolls off his tongue like honey, a perfect trap as you look up at him with your panicked eyes. Even as Taehyun tells him to leave, he can’t take his eyes off you, taking in the way you’ve seemed to make yourself comfortable in Taehyun’s clothes, in Taehyun’s bed.

There’s nothing truly compromising about your position, but you can’t help but feel self conscious at the way he stares at you, the air thickened with tension as Taehyun stands to the side, jaw clenched as he waits for Beomgyu’s stubbornness to dry out.

“Seems you’ve made yourself quite at home,” his voice is icy and mean as he directs his jabs at you, watching the way your wide eyes silently plead at him to not say anything that might relate to the things he did to you— the things you allowed him to do. To your relief, nothing else is said as he turns to Taehyun, his face empty of anything that could give away how he felt.

The two of them share a look, and unbeknownst to you, they silently acknowledge the fact that there’s a new interest that has hooked them both; you. And with one last glance at you, Beomgyu returns to his room, his jaw ticking with anger as his thoughts are filled with the way you seemed so comfortable in Taehyun’s bed— the way that Taehyun had gained an advantage to your heart.

But Beomgyu wasn’t going to lose— he was sure of that.

☆♡☆

“You! Coward! Why! Are! You! Here! Then!” You’re practically on the verge of losing your voice as Taehyung’s every word is punctuated with a smack of a pillow, left cornered on the couch as he traps you in with his body. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to scold you, the memory of Taehyung’s face after you had told him what had happened enough to let you know that you hit a nerve.

To your pleasant surprise, the assault weapon is tossed to the side as Taehyung hovers over you, squishing your cheeks together as he glares at you.

“You have,” he says, forehead touching against your as he lets all his frustrations out, “Not one, but two— two!! Hot rich men after you, and you mean to tell me you chicken out both times?!”

“I know!” You say, weakly defending yourself as you’re pushing Taehyung off of you, glaring back at him as you grab onto the discarded pillow, hugging it tightly as you speak.

“But first off, Beomgyu is an asshole,” you say, reminding him that neither of you particularly like the boy, “And Taehyun… Taehyun…”

“Exactly.” Taehyung says, cutting you off as he ignores your glare, “No excuses. He was fine and you wanted him.”

“But Beomgyu, and like, probably the rest of his family, was right there!”

“Didn’t stop you last time!”

The two of you immediately go silent at his words, your eyes wide in shock as you stare at him, jaw to the floor as he stares back, as equally floored as you are.

“That was low.”

“I know. But I have a point.”

“You do…” you sigh, leaning back on the couch as you throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you try to forget your embarrassing memory. Nothing happened; you couldn’t really bring yourself to do anything as you two were left in a tense silence.

You tried to wait it out— you really did— but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts were brought back to Beomgyu each time, wondering just where his room was that had him being able to listen to the two of you that clearly. (Not that the two of you were even that loud… right?) But the guilt of having him on the back of your mind while you and Taehyun tried your best to go back to normal was too much for you, and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to him.

It felt awful trying to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, but you weren’t sure how to explain to him the real reason why you just couldn’t stick around longer. And even as you thought back to that moment, you could still feel the butterflies that swarmed your stomach at the way he seemed so shy as he asked you to stay a bit longer.

“___. Look at me.” If it weren’t for Taehyung’s change in tone, you wouldn’t have bothered moving an inch from the couch. But you complied, curious to what your friend would say as you raised your head, slowly sitting up and meeting his eyes as you waited for him to continue.

“You are going to go up to Taehyun the first chance you get,” he says, taking your hand as you gave him an unconvinced look, “And you are going to ask him out on a date. And possibly get laid.”

“Tae, you know damn well—“

“I do!” He says, stopping you in your tracks as he grips onto your hand even tighter, ignoring the way you wince and try to slip away. But he’s persistent, glaring at you as he waits for you to settle down. “But that man has laid all his cards out for you, and I will not stand by and watch you ruin the opportunity of your lifetime!”

When he was met with nothing but silence and a dead stare, he scoffed, letting go of your hand as he laid back on the couch, arms crossed with annoyance.

“I will literally spend the day outside if you need me to so no one will interrupt you. I’m being serious.”

“Why are you so interested in this?” You whined, caving in as you slouched down, hugging your pillow tightly to your chest as you pouted, “it’s not even that big of a deal.”

“Stop saying that!” He says, throwing the only pillow left by his side at you, much to your dismay, “You know that’s not true!”

Okay, he was right, and you knew he was right. This was by far the wildest opportunity that had ever been set on your path, and only a fool would pass by such a chance— And while you were more than willing to be that fool, Taehyung was not.

“You got anything going on tomorrow?” You asked weakly.

“No.”

“You do now. Stay out of the house.”

Taehyung brightened at your words, and you tried to tune out his gloating and excited chatter as you tried to steel yourself for what you were going to do— you were going to finish what you started.

☆♡☆

Tae :]

??? He’s not there??

BRO

You couldn’t help the way your mood immediately depleted at the reminder, finding yourself unable to follow along with your professor's words as your eyes found themselves lingering at the place where Taehyun usually sits. Honestly, what cruel coincidence was this? You didn’t even have his number, and the only chance you had to approach him was taken from your hands.

Someone has it out for you, you decided, slouched down as you try your best to write something down. Yet while you were too busy sulking in your own little world, you were too distracted to feel the way Beomgyu sat a few rows behind you, unable to take his eyes away from you as he watched your sluggish behavior.

He knew what you were thinking— it was so obvious, with the way you keep glancing back at the empty space where Taehyun sits— and he couldn’t help but feel himself get more aggravated as time went on.

Honestly, he couldn’t be more pissed if he tried. Beomgyu finally sets his eyes on a new target, and Taehyun takes it as an invitation to pursue you as well? To make things worse, the memory of you in Taehyun’s room never seemed to leave his head. But Taehyun wasn’t there to bother you now; much to the other’s protests, he was currently off to Japan with his parents in hopes to form a partnership with another company.

With Taehyun, it had always been a competition. And although his parents never showed it now, they both knew that they were only born to make sure that there would be someone to take over the company when they no longer couldn’t— what they hadn’t accounted for, however, was their sheer lack of interest in doing it together. It may have worked for Beomgyu’s father and his friend, but Taehyun had never piqued his interest; much less had he become friends with the boy. Their relationship was nothing but a race to the top— and Beomgyu was going to make sure that he wouldn’t lose.

Yet, as the years went by, Taehyun had grown out of his interest in his father’s business. He had no interest in taking over, much to his parent’s disappointment. Although a phantom pressure still lingered, all that was left for the two boys was a tension that would never go away— they were stuck seeing each other as opponents, and nothing more.

So what had started as a game had inevitably turned into more. Beomgyu never had any real intentions in keeping you around, but seeing Taehyun follow you around like a lost dog had Beomgyu quickly changing his mind; it was petty, but he truly couldn’t care less.

He’d have you wrapped around his finger in no time.

He didn’t really have a plan on what to do, but as the lecture ended and everyone started to trickle out of the classroom, he knew that he had to do something now before you slipped out of his clutches.

“___.”

You swear that Beomgyu had a knack of appearing when you least wanted him to.

You couldn’t bother putting up a smile as you turned to him, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak, unamused as you adjusted your glasses. He was silent, much to your annoyance, and it seemed as though he hadn’t a clue on what he wanted to say either.

“I need a favor.”

“A favor? Why? What favor?” To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement, because as you waited for him to elaborate, you could already feel your stomach forming a whirlwind of anxiety— nothing good could come from those words.

“I need a date,” he says, ignoring the way you immediately begin to try to refuse him, “We’re celebrating the success of our new partnership, and I want you to come with me.”

“Why can’t you just get some other girl?” You snap, already walking out of the empty classroom, Beomgyu hot on your heels. He frowns, following you out as you try to shake him off to no avail. It’s a nice fall day outside, the cool breeze that shakes the autumn trees making you shiver involuntarily. Just when you think he might have given up, you stop, the harsh tug on your jacket making you send the boy behind you a scowl.

“I don’t want some other girl.” He says, eyes locked on you as he takes a step forward, keeping you still with the grip on your jacket, “I want you.”

Beomgyu watches you closely— he takes in every change of expression, the way that his words seem to have caught you off guard, your nervous demeanor returning as you try to stutter out an answer. He stares, gaze unmoving as he smiles, eyes teasing as he watches you begin to mold to his will.

“No.”

So close.

It isn’t much, but the small twitch of Beomgyu’s brow is all you need to know— he doesn’t want to hear no. But the thought of agreeing to his offer sends chills down your spine— nothing good can come from this. The two of you are still, unable to leave as the back and forth commences once more; every enticing offer that slips past his lips is met with your refusal.

“No, why are you so stuck on it being me?!” You exclaim, taking a step back as you watch him go quiet.

Honestly, what was he doing? Standing there and begging you to accompany him— this wasn’t how things were supposed to play out; if anything, he should be having you at his feet. But as he stands there, observing the way you’re flushed and annoyed, your eyes glaring at him through your glasses, he finds his stomach twisting at the thought that bubbles in his mind— he’s quick to push it down.

“You— fuck…” he’s running a hand through his hair, long locks parting through his fingers as he stands back, amazed at the effect you seem to have on him. He huffs, watching your sparkling eyes light with that same curiosity that he’s always been secretly fond of; the same curiosity that always seems to want to learn more about him.

And he’s not wrong, because you soon find yourself wondering what he’s thinking, what his true intentions are; what he’s hiding behind that icy persona. You can already hear Taehyung’s words from over here— do it, it’ll be fun, how often do you get invited to things like this?’

You decide to channel your inner Taehyung— just this once, maybe you should loosen up.

“Where is the party…” your words are barely audible, too embarrassed that you’ve changed your mind, and that, once again, Beomgyu has gotten his way. But it’s enough for him, because his demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and the calm and cool persona that you see on a daily basis comes back.

“We’re hosting it, obviously,” he shrugs off the glare you send him, “and it’s tonight.”

“Tonight?!” You say, eyes wide as you clutch your bag in panic, “what am I even supposed to wear…”

“That’s why I brought this up now,” he says, grabbing your hand before he’s tugging you in the opposite direction of your original destination; you protest as you tell him to let you go, but he doesn’t bother listening as his hold on you only tightens in response.

“Where are we going?” You whine, stomping your feet as he ignores you once more. You’re irritated— for someone who was asking something of you, he sure was as annoying as ever.

“What do you think?” He says, his tone sarcastic as you stop in front of an expensive looking car— truly, you couldn’t care less about cars, but simply being around this one makes you nervous. And, to no one’s surprise, Beomgyu unlocks it, signaling you to get in. “We’re getting you something to wear.”

“Take me to the mall or something, I’m on a budget,” you say, sitting hesitantly in the passenger’s seat; wow, the car smelled so nice. You can’t help but feel a bit depressed as Beomgyu pulls out of the parking lot, upset that you’ll have to splurge on such a sudden event. He simply chuckles at your words, and you can already feel a degrading jab coming your way— but nothing comes.

Instead, the car ride remains silent as you stare out the window, the anxiety brewing inside you only bubbling up more intensely as you realize that he was not heading to the mall, and was instead heading to a much more expensive plaza.

“Hey, hey, what are we doing here?” You ask, sitting up as you watch Beomgyu head to a parking lot, not even bothering to glance your way as you continue to panic, “I was cool with getting a Forever21 or H&M dress— if they’d even have my size— but seriously, why don’t we go somewhere else—“

“I’m not “cool” with those cheap dresses,” he scoffs, proceeding to send you a look that immediately shuts you up. The car is parked but you still remain inside as he looks at you, coming over to your side as he opens the door for you. You refuse to get out, the brand names of the many different department stores rooting you to the spot as you stare up at them in fear.

Seriously, how many paychecks would you have to throw away to get a single item at these stores? The numbers kept rolling in your head, and you didn’t like it one bit.

“Come on, don’t be ridiculous,” Beomgyu was tugging at your hand and pulling you out before you knew it, his eyes already locked on his first store as he tugged you in that direction. You couldn’t help but bristle at his comment, annoyed at how nonchalant he could be while stepping into such a high end store. You tried to avert your eyes at every price tag you saw, and Beomgyu could only watch from the sidelines, beyond amused at your antics.

Of course you weren’t going to be paying— it was just entertaining to watch your eyes go wide as the woman assisting you two continued to pile up dresses in her arms, standing back as Beomgyu surfed through the racks, a bored expression on his face as he did so.

The dresses in the woman’s arms ranged drastically from flowy, light colors, to form fitting, dark colors. You could only eye the fabrics warily, unsure if you would be able to pull any of them off. But before you could protest, the two of you were being led off to the dressing room, feeling yourself grow shy at the intimate setup of it all. There was only one dressing room, the outside being surrounded with floor length mirrors that allowed you to look at yourself from every angle. In front of the dressing room, a single couch was placed, the rest of the area closed off with a velvety curtain— for privacy.

Without skipping a beat, Beomgyu takes a seat at the small couch, glancing back at you expectantly as he did so. You shift, watching as the woman places all the dresses on the hooks in your changing room, sending you a small smile and a bow before she leaves, letting you know that she’ll be nearby if you need her assistance. You thank her, watching her disappear behind the curtain before the two of you are left alone.

“What are you waiting for?” Beomgyu’s voice is deep and soft as he calls out to you, the dressing area silent and closed off as you flinch, glancing at the changing room with unsure eyes.

“I don’t know about this, I can’t afford to buy anything from here—“

“Are you still on that?” With a heavy sigh, Beomgyu sighs, approaching you with slow steps as his narrowed eyes lock onto you. You’re nervous, like always, except this time you can’t bring yourself to look at Beomgyu as he traps you, only a step away from coming in contact with you as he looks up, exhaling through his nose slowly.

“You’re not paying, stupid,” you’re able to meet his eyes then, watching the way his face lights up with amusement at your suprise, “did you really think that?”

“Yes, but this is worse,” you say, and Beomgyu already feels his patience running out. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“For fucks sake—“ you let out a yelp at the way Beomgyu’s hands roughly land on your shoulders, steering you to the changing room and rolling his eyes at the way you try to fight back. He pushes you in, blocking the door as you continue to complain.

“You won’t owe me anything, I couldn’t care less if I’d have to buy this whole plaza to get you to come with me,” he says, watching the way you immediately go quiet, “now try those dresses on, unless you want me to help.”

He watched as you jumped at his comment, quickly shoving him out of the room before slamming the door in his face. He can only grin at that, listening to the sounds of rustling and your quiet grumbles from the other side.

It honestly feels like you’re stuck in that room for hours— maybe you actually were. Dress after dress, you would come outside to gauge Beomgyu’s reaction, watching the way he would either shake his his or nod apathetically in approval. More often than not, you would come out to be greeted with more dresses, watching as Beomgyu would ask the assistant to bring more in a certain color or style.

“Beomgyu, please,” you said, wriggling into the newest addition of the pile, “Don’t you think I’ve tried on enough? I think there should be a dress that we can both agree on— oh god…”

You’re absolutely frozen in shock as you stand in front of the small mirror before you, bristling at the way the dress looks. In your haste to get things over with, you had failed to notice that this dress had not one, but two slits— they stopped just at the tops of your thighs, and the fabric was tucked neatly in between your legs. Not only that, but the plunging neckline covered practically nothing; and the exposed feeling on your back was all you needed to know about the rest of the dress.

“What is this supposed to cover…?” You mumbled to yourself, staring down at the way the black fabric hugged your body tightly, before turning into a flowy material that reached the floor.

“Are you done?” Beomgyu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up, catching your panicked expression in the mirror as you’re glancing back at the door nervously.

“It didn’t fit…” you respond weakly, wincing at the way you can already see the shadow of Beomgyu’s footsteps approaching you. You bite at your lips, patting down the fabric as you glance at yourself once more— there is no way you would be allowed to wear something like this! And while it was flattering, you’d rather die than have others think that you truly were Beomgyu’s new plaything.

“Nonsense, it’s the same size as all the other dresses,” he says, knocking softly on the door, “let me see.”

“Definitely not,” you’re quick to respond, placing a hand on the door before Beomgyu can get any crazy ideas, “There’s no way something like this would be appropriate.”

“So it does fit,” he says, and he can hear you cursing quietly on the other side of the door, “you’d be surprised by the things others show up in— now let me see it.”

There’s no other way out of this, is there? You gulp, your hand slowly inching to the doorknob as you look away from the mirror, too embarrassed at the way the dress leaves you in a vulnerable position. Slowly, the door creeps open, and you find interest in the tiled floor beneath you as Beomgyu’s frame comes into sight.

It only takes a second for Beomgyu to decide— you’re leaving with this dress.

He tries to not show it, but his eyes darken at the way your body is left on display, your skin glowing under the lights and begging to be touched; to be marked. Your sheepish eyes that can barely look in his direction only serve to drive him insane— you have no idea what you’re doing to him.

“Let me see…” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as he takes a step closer to you. You gulp, startled at the way Beomgyu’s gaze never leaves your figure, his hands smoothing down the fabric on your waist— you’re still, your breathing heavy as you try to not melt into a flustered mess. His hands linger, fingertips pulling teasingly at the fabric before he lets it snap back onto your skin, watching the way your breath hitches as you finally look up at him.

“I think it fits you perfectly,” he breathes out, watching as you’re left helpless to him once more. You’re on edge, waiting for his next move as he smiles down at you, stepping forward until he’s got you pinned, his eyes narrowing at the way you shudder when your back meets the wall.

“Suits you perfectly too,” he says, reaching down to grab onto your bare thigh, watching the way you gasp as you let him wrap your leg around his waist. His fingers are teasing as they inch under the fabric, his touch light as he barely grazes past the top of your thigh. He’s slotted in between your legs, hips pressed firmly against yours as you try to not lose yourself then and there.

“It’s too revealing for a party,” you retaliate, your words falling dead on your tongue the moment he pressed himself harder against you— you can tell just how he feels about this dress.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he whispers, leaning closer to you as he begins to trail kisses down the column of your throat, “they can look all they want, but you’ll be with me the whole time. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

His grip on your thigh loosens up, and he’s pleased to find the way your leg doesn’t budge. Slowly, his hand trails downwards, stopping as his fingers wrap themselves around your calf, folding your leg closer to your body as your attention is brought to where he’s looking.

“But first, we should get you some shoes to go with this,” he says, the mischievous glint in his eyes prominent as he glances back at you, “Don’t you think?”

“I already have heels at home,” you breathe out, dizzy as Beomgyu pulls away, taking a step back as he composes himself. He stares at you, smiling as he takes in the way you’re still leaning against the wall, eyes fucked out as they stare back at him. It’s quick, and before you can react, Beomgyu is quickly pressing his lips against yours, the quick peck leaving you stunned as he opens the door, sending you one last glance as he smiles cruelly.

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

☆♡☆

Tae :]

OMG

UR WHATKSGH

U A HOMIE HOPPER FR!!

Twin tho <3

Have fun!! And invite me if u can!!!!

You roll your eyes at the constant stream of messages that flood your phone— Sorry Tae, but there’s no way I’d have the balls to ask if you can come. It’s disappointing, but it was nothing short of the truth as Taehyung’s sad stream of emoticons continue to flood your chat, leaving you to roll your eyes and put the phone back down on the table.

Despite your constant reassurance and worrying, you currently found yourself in the guest room of Beomgyu’s mansion, forced to sit still as a woman tediously does your hair and makeup, listening to your tips on how to style your hair and what works best with your skin as she followed your instructions, constantly complimenting you as she continued to her work.

“This dress is absolutely gorgeous,” the woman said, gasping as she laid out the carefully ironed dress on the bed. You stood off to the side, bashfully shifting on your feet as you smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't’ simply lying through her teeth.

“I was afraid that it would be too much,” you admitted, watching her reaction carefully as you said so. She simply shook her head, laughing softly as she looked back at you.

“Too much? No, you’re going to fit right in,” she says, her comment oddly reassuring as she pulls out the matching black heels out of the other bag, followed by the expensive silver accessories that he forced you to get— despite your constant complaints that he shouldn’t be buying you anything, Beomgyu had ignored you, searching for the very best as he finally decided on those shoes. It was strange, but you found it easier to talk to Beomgyu as time went on— and maybe it was because of his stunt in the dressing rooms— but past his intimidating persona, you found that he wasn’t all bad. Granted, he was still a cheeky bastard that teased you relentlessly, but at least you now knew that he didn’t hate you.

“I’ll let Mr. Choi know that you’ll be ready soon,” the woman said, slipping out of the door without another word. You stood in silence, your heart beating loudly against your chest as you listened to the sounds that filtered from downstairs; the party had begun a while ago, and while you had been busy showering in the guest bathroom (it took you a while to accept that you were allowed to touch the thing) and getting your makeup and hair down, the celebration in the main floor had already begun.

Carefully, you slipped into the dress, feeling a twinge of hesitation as your eyes caught sight of the reflection in the mirror— you looked stunning, the dress you wore flattered your body perfectly, but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar anxiety bubbling inside you; this crowd was on another level. It was already hard enough for you to interact in large crowds of people in general, but the thought of putting yourself out there to be judged made you sick to your stomach.

If someone had told you from the past about the nosedive your life would take, you probably would have laughed, fainted, or both. What you had with Beomgyu (and Taehyun) was beyond messy. There was nothing defined, and you only seemed to act on your needs— and yet, you couldn’t help but feel lighter than ever. You were no longer walking on eggshells, but you feared that the longer you spent with these two men, the more you would get attached.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts— speak of the devil.

The door opens as you mutter a soft “Come in��, your eyes downcast as you attempt to buckle your shoes, the thin straps slipping through your fingers as you sigh with frustration. Giving up, you sit back, looking up as you take in the outfit Beomgyu walks in.

It’s obvious at a glance that Beomgyu has made an attempt to match with you— he wears black pants that have been tailored specifically for him, his black heeled boots clicking softly on the floor as he walks in. He wears a black buttoned vest, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the way the neckline allows him to decorate with silver necklaces, his loose blazer allowing you to peek at the rest of his skin.

“What, you don’t like it?” He asks, tilting his head as he looks at you. You can only shake your head in response, a smile creeping on your lips as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you with the same smile mirrored on his lips. He towers over you, taking in the way you look up at him with your shining eyes, your dress sprawled out on the mattress as you lean back on your arms.

“No, it’s nice,” you admit, looking back down at your feet. He follows your gaze, a soft tsk escaping his lips as he takes in your unbuckled shoes. Without another word, he sinks to his knees, taking you by surprise as he kneels down, one leg propped up as he shoots you a mischievous smile.

“Can’t do anything yourself, hmm?” He coos, propping your heel on his thigh as he begins to buckle your strap. You’re left speechless as you watch him, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buckle as he tucks the strap in, putting your heeled foot back on the ground before he’s motioning for your other one. As always, he’s quick to lose patience as you hesitate, taking matters into his own hands as he grabs your calf, propping your other foot on his thigh as he begins his work once more.

He’s much slower this time, and when you feel him finish buckling your strap, you watch as his eyes rake up your leg, taking in the way the fabric is slotted between your legs so perfectly. Your skin is warm underneath his hands, and before he can help himself, he’s making his way up, his hands soon finding themselves on your thighs as he looks up at you, face emotionless as you find it in yourself to look back, bracing yourself for his next move.

You can’t help the way you lean in when his lips meet yours, the kiss slow and steady as you surprise yourself— but with the way he was feeling you up, it was impossible to not give in. It’s embarrassing how you quickly find yourself chasing after his lips, the low chuckle that meets your ears snapping you back to reality as you’re straightening up.

“The dress is nice, right?” He says, his hands continuing to slide up before they’re slotted on either side of you, alarming you when he begins to lean forward. You lean back, flustered by his proximity as he continues, relentless in his actions as he’s soon hovering over you, eyeing the way you look laying on the bed, flustered face refusing to look up at him for too long.

“I can’t possibly go out like this,” you say weakly, admiring the way his hair framed his face, a smug smile adorning his face at your words.

“No, you can’t,” he says, agreeing with you for once. His words surprise you, but takes you a moment to realize his true intentions, “so why don’t you stay in here with me instead?”

“No. Plus, your parents—”

“Why not? It’ll be way more fun than the party. My parents aren’t even here. They’re still off vacationing in Japan.”

“Beomgyu, this is your party. You’re the host,” you say, sliding back along the bed until you’re fully on it. Beomgyu doesn’t mind, finding the sight much more appealing as his head is now at level with your hips. But before he can continue his teasing, you’re pushing him back with your foot, his body tensing as the sharp stiletto comes in contact with his chest once he straightens. He raises his brows, a hot rush of want going through him as you send him a coy smile.

“Let’s go then.”

☆♡☆

The party was alright.

Throughout the whole night, you had been afraid of being seen as another arm candy for Beomgyu— you had been afraid that all this had been nothing more than a game to him. But as the night passed by, you found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

“That woman right there? She had an affair with the guy from earlier— yeah, the one who hogged all the little sandwiches— for like a year. One time, they apparently went “missing” when the jet they were both conveniently on crashed, but it turns out they just went for a nice vacation for a couple of months.”

“Oh my god, that’s insane,” you gape, trying to not be obvious as you watch the woman Beomgyu had pointed out. You could definitely see it, with the way she kept stealing glances back at the said man that lingered at the buffet table. “But how did they get away with it?”

“Money, duh,” he says, watching as you roll your eyes at his response, “there’s nothing that a good chunk of money can’t do to keep people quiet.”

“And yet you know about this?”

“Hey, rumors get around,” Beomgyu shrugs, sending you a teasing smile as he adds, “that, and he’s a total lightweight.”

It’s like this for the rest of the night— the two of you never truly bother to integrate with the rest of the crowd, standing off to the side as you watch the occasional businessman approach Beomgyu, bewildered at the charming persona that he takes on when spoken to. It’s not until a man mentions Beomgyu inheriting the company in the future, that a thought occurs to you.

“Do you really want to take over your father’s company?” You ask, watching the way he stiffens at your question. He doesn’t answer, choosing instead to drink his wine as he looks away, his brows furrowed at the feeling of your gaze still on him.

“No, honestly.” He answers, his words catching you by surprise as you take in the solemn look in his eyes. He’s not looking at you, and as you follow his line of sight, you realize with dread, that his eyes had been locked on none other than Taehyun.

“But that’s all I’m here for,” he says, taking another sip of his drink as he notices that you’ve spotted him too. He can‘t control the way he becomes irritated, jaw clenching as the memories of his life pass by— the competition, the tension, the secret hopes that he’ll be the better son— it’s all shoved back in his face every time he looks back at Taehyun.

Just when you think you’re about to get somewhere deeper with this conversation, you notice the way everyone seems to be heading in the direction of the dining room, the feeling of Beomgyu bumping into your shoulder making you look up at him in confusion.

“Dinner is starting. Come,” he says, not bothering to glance back before he’s leading you to the same room where it all began. You find yourself lagging behind as you watch him walk ahead, the feeling that you’ve done something wrong itching at you— was it a touchy subject? Did you say something wrong?

“___? Why’re you here?” The voice that calls out to you is too familiar, rendering you helpless as you’re turning to the source. Taehyun is surprised as he looks at you, eyes taking in your figure and the way your silver accessories pop against your skin. He’s dressed in similar attire to Beomgyu, much to your dread. A simple all black outfit, a form fitting turtleneck paired with a blazer, the tailored pants he wore covering the same heeled boots that Beomgyu sported as well.

“Oh, uhm, Beomgyu invited me,” you reply, unaware of the way the said man stands a few feet behind you, his eyes narrowing at the scene. Taehyun notices, and it isn’t long before you’re turning around, curious to what he might be looking at. Beomgyu is angry, that much you can tell, as he slowly makes his way to where the two of you stand.

Turning back around, you send Taehyun a confused look, tilting your head as you ask, “Where have you been?”

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Taehyun apologizes, sheepishly looking to the ground as he says, “I was off in Japan. You know, the new partnership and all.”

“Yes, quite the feat, isn’t it,” Beomgyu mocks behind you, startling you as you feel his hand slip around your waist, pulling you into him snuggly as he adds, “___, let’s go, before all the good seats get taken.”

And before you can question what the hell he might possibly mean by a “good seat,” you’re being pulled away, the man’s pace much more brisk as Taehyun is left to watch your figure retreat, your matching color schemes not lost on his eyes.

☆♡☆

You know exactly what Beomgyu means by a good seat.

Glancing wearily at the loud, gossiping couple across the table, followed by the man who simply doesn’t know what manners are as he takes up way more space than he should, you’re glad that Beomgyu had been able to secure you a calmer spot in the gigantic table. It was nice, except for one thing— Taehyun had found himself in the seat to the right of you before you realized what was happening.

So now you sit here, awkwardly trying your best to eat peacefully as the tension between the two boys rolls off in waves. Any attempts in peacemaking or casual conversation had been quickly squashed down, leaving you in the middle of a lifelong feud that only left you roped into childish rivalry.

It started off simple— they could’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t been paying more attention— small conversation, laced with memories and inside jokes the other didn’t know of; you were left unaware of the other’s raging jealousy every time you laughed at a situation they couldn’t recall.

Then it turned into a more zealous task; before you knew it, you were turning left and right as they tried to feed and entertain you, begging for your attention yet refusing to share it as you were left in a befuddled mess. In the blink of an eye, your plate was piled with more food than you knew what to do with, your head spinning from the amount of turning you’ve had to do in such a short time.

It couldn’t get any worse— at least, that’s what you thought— but it could. And it did.

You could feel your mood sour as they began to become bolder, and touchier. Any other time, you would have been freaking out, a flustered mess as you would have shivered at the way they would lean in to whisper things to you, fingertips grazing against your skin and eyes lingering on your body every time you tried to interact with them.

Honestly, by the end of the dinner, they were practically fighting for your attention as they tried anything they could to woo you— all you could do was take another swig of wine in exhaustion.

You liked them both— really, you did— but you were more than fed up of being treated as another prize that the other had to win first in order to prove they’re better. What had started as interactions that left your heart fluttering had turned into nothing more than a childish competition that only served to drive them farther away from your heart.

And it seems as though they had noticed too; took them long enough, you had thought to yourself, laying back in your chair as you tried to pretend the way you couldn’t feel their eyes on you. You were annoyed and buzzed from the wine as you feigned interest in the desert placed before you, twirling your fork in boredom as you waited for their next ridiculous move.

Instead, you were pleasantly surprised with the way they seemed to calm down; maybe your annoyance was obvious. And it really was, because as you stared down at your plate, Taehyun and Beomgyu could practically see your change in mood from miles away, the irritation pouring off you in waves as you shoved another disinterested bite into your mouth.

Taehyun was already regretting everything— he felt horrible for roping you into their own problems. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was simply thinking up of the different ways he could make it up to you. They watched as you leaned forward, reaching across the table as the lady sitting in front of the three of you refilled your glass; throughout the whole ordeal, you had become friends with her. Her name was Jihyo, and it seemed as if she was quick to catch on to your situation as she tried to keep your glass full the whole time.

The two of you chatted as you continued to ignore the presence of the two boys beside you, laughing softly as she told you the story on how she met her girlfriend. You could practically feel them itching to grab your attention once more, but you couldn’t care less as you decided to take your mind off of them for once.

And while you continued to get to know Jihyo better, Taehyun and Beomgyu shared a glance behind you; and for once, it seemed as though they had reached the same conclusion.

Moments later, the dinner was declared to be over, and you watched drunkenly as people began to trickle out slowly. You waited a second before you excused yourself, saying goodbye to Jihyo as you headed back upstairs and towards the guest room— you didn’t even bother sparing the two boys another glance as you left.

Yet they simply watched your figure retreat, their eyes stuck on the way you seemed to stand out from the crowd; they both silently appreciated the way the dress seemed to hug you in all the right places. It wasn’t until you had left the dining room that they had turned to each other, words itching to come out as they sat there, unsure of how to say them.

“Well, I should be on my way as well,” it was the first time Jihyo had spoken to them that night, sending them a gracious smile and bowing as she thanked the two for inviting them.

“Good luck with your girl. Treat her nicely, yeah? She deserves it after the way you two harassed her tonight,” she teased, clearly uninterested in their rebuttals as she turned on her heel, striding out in confident steps, her words still lingering on the boy’s minds.

☆♡☆

You were so ready to go home.

You currently sat at the vanity as you spoke on the phone with Taehyung, ranting to him about everything that happened as you wiped away your makeup, your glasses put to the side as you tried to not get frustrated with the way your mascara couldn’t seem to budge.

“So I just ignored them and talked to Jihyo for the rest of the time— she’s super cool by the way,” you said, recounting every little detail as you carefully rubbed the lipstick on your lips.

“Oh man, that’s crazy,” Taehyung’s voice rings out from the other side, and you pause in your actions as you turn to throw away the used wipes, humming along in agreement as you did so. “What’re you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, sighing as you slump down in your chair. “it’s just… it feels like they only see me as another win in their rivalry— it sucks, cause I really do like them.”

“Them? Seriously? Woah, you’re in deep.”

“Argh, I know, and it’s pissing me off!” You say, frustrated as you stand, making your way to the bed as you flop onto it, your feet dangling off the edge as you stare up at the ceiling, “Why me man…”

“Hey, I say go for it! Literally who gives a fuck who you’re with, as long as you’re happy.”

“Tae, that’s insane,” you say, unable to see yourself doing anything like that, “Whatever. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Take an Uber, I’ll pay for it,” he interjects, ignoring the way you’re already complaining, “Unless you want to ask either of them to drop you off, since you don’t have your car.”

“Okay, I got it,” you grumble, bitter at the reminder, “I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.”

You sat in silence once he hung up, feeling the exhaustion from it all finally sinking in, the mattress beneath you suddenly much more comfortable than it was three seconds ago. Wearily, you glance back at the pile of clothes that you still needed to change back into; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, much too tired to get up at all— hell, you still had yet to take your heels off.

Just when you thought you might actually doze off, you were startled as the sound of your door opening made you sit up, your eyes meeting with Beomgyu’s as he stood at the doorway.

“Can I come in?” He asked, leaning against the doorway as he asked.

“No,” you deadpan, pouting as you stare down at your lap.

“What about me?”

You’re surprised to find Taehyun standing behind Beomgyu, the usual tension and anger that you see between them gone. You pause for a second, feeling uneasy as you stare at them— they’re planning something.

“No. Both of you stay there.”

Flopping back onto the bed, you wait for them to give up and go away, but they don’t. They simply stand at the doorway, fondly watching you and the slow rise and fall of your chest as you try to not fall asleep then and there.

“Is this about what happened at the dinner?” It’s Beomgyu who breaks the silence first, tilting his head as he watches the way you try to ignore them, your eyes closed as you pretend to be asleep. It’s silent once more, and you can’t help the way you get your hopes up briefly at the sound of the door shutting, thinking that they might’ve finally left you alone— you couldn’t have been more wrong.

You can feel the bed shifting, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you try to keep your eyes closed. They find the sight amusing, your fluttering eyelids and your twitching brows letting them know that you can feel them next to you. It’s dark, but you can feel the foreign warmth of another as the mattress sinks down, the scent of two familiar colognes filling your senses entirely.

“___. Look at me,” your eyes are wide as you’re met with the sight of Taehyun hovering over you, arms caging you in, Beomgyu sitting down next to you as he looks down at you teasingly. You’re not sure what to do, unable to handle both of them at once— it was already hard enough to deal with one at a time.

“What do you guys want,” you whine, flushing with embarrassment as they each take your hand, unable to meet either of their eyes as they lace their fingers with yours. It’s beyond overwhelming, the two handsome men crowding your space as they continue to tease you. You can feel Beomgyu’s lips graze your knuckles, the soft touch sending shivers down your body.

“What do you think?” Beomgyu asks, playing with your hands gingerly as he pauses. You’re forced to sit up as Taehyun moves away, sandwiched between the two boys as they sit by your side, still having yet to let go of your hand as they lean in.

“We want you.” Beomgyu’s lips practically brush against your skin as he whispers those words, the feeling of Taehyun’s hair brushing against your cheek making you tilt your head, gulping at the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, biting softly at your collarbones.

“No you don’t,” you say, eyes shutting as you feel their hands begin to wander— it feels like they’re everywhere at once, touching your thighs, lingering at your waist, going up and down the expanse of your back as they feel you up— it makes you dizzy.

“I’m just another part of your rivalry,” you say, the words that have been bubbled in your mind finally coming out— you never felt truly wanted. “I’m just a game to you two.”

“Fuck, you’re so much more than that,” you’re surprised to hear Beomgyu be the one to reassure you first, his hand cupping your cheek as he forces you to look at him. He’s serious, his face devoid of any sign that it might all be a lie. Taehyun is quick to agree, pulling away as he looks at you, a hand wrapping around your waist as he brings himself even closer.

“We don’t want to lose you,” Taehyun says, voice quiet as he finally admits the thoughts that have been plaguing the two men before you, “We’re serious, ___.”

There’s no use in fighting it— you know this, because soon you’re finding yourself laying back on the bed, the two boys unable to keep their hands off of you as they find your heels, each unbuckling one as they smile coyly up at you.

“Show me how serious you are then,” you’re barely given time to breathe those words out before they’re on you, Beomgyu’s lips crashing against yours as you let out a soft whimper, your hands steadying themselves on his shoulders automatically.

It’s all happening so fast, your mind reeling as your hands slip under Beomgyu’s blazer, slipping it off as he’s left in the vest that had you practically drooling, his necklaces dangling above you. He’s not giving you a chance to pull away, the kiss hungry as he nips at your lips, grinning at the way you whimper helplessly against him. Beside you, Taehyun watches, eyes darkened as he slips off his own blazer, the memory of you in his bedroom making him itch for your touch.

Much to your dismay, Beomgyu is pulling away, a wicked grin stretching on his face as he watches you chase after him, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you wait for their next move. Slowly, you reach up to unbutton Beomgyu’s vest, his eyes observing your every movement intently. His skin is smooth and toned, your eyes taking it all in as you run a hand down his chest, watching the way he shudders at your touch. Sitting up, you move to try to slide your dress off, surprised when you feel Taehyun grab your hand before you can do so.

“Don’t. Keep it on for now,” he says, pulling you close to him as he locks his lips with yours, cradling your jaw gently, “It looks so good on you.”

You can only hum against his mouth, giving in to his wishes as you feel his other hand wander its way to your thighs. Before you can realize what’s happening, Beomgyu is already slotted in between your legs, his hair tickling your skin as he trails kisses along your inner thighs. You’re quick to tense up, caught off guard by his action as you feel him slowly inch closer to where you need him most.

“I can’t believe you,” Beomgyu says, pushing the fabric of your dress away from your hips as your core is left on display. You whimper feeling his tongue run over the fabric of your panties teasingly, his warm tongue lapping at you slowly.

“This whole time, I thought I was getting somewhere with you,” he mumbles, pressing his tongue flat on your pussy as he takes in the way your thighs twitch at the feeling, sucking lewdly over the fabric, “but it turns out you were fucking around with Taehyun behind my back.”

You’re hazy as Taehyun is leading your hand down his chest, his shirt discarded long ago as he guides you to unbuckle his belt, chuckling at the way you can only obey stupidly, Beomgyu’s tongue on you already making you fucked out.

“I just thought you didn’t care,” you say, eyes locking with Taehyun’s as you’re finally able to reach into his waistband, taking in the way he inhales sharply once your hand wraps around his cock. Your other hand is quick to unbutton his jeans, pulling him out as your hungry eyes take in the way he’s already hard, his tip leaking as you both watch the way you slowly begin to pump along his length, your thumb swiping across his tip from time to time.

He’s big, and you’re surprised with the way your hand struggles to wrap around him— your movements are slow, taking in the feel of the vein that runs along the underside of his length; he’s long too, and it’s like in a trance as he’s watching the way you stroke him eagerly, your tongue laving at your lips a you notice the steady flow of precum that leaves him.

“I didn’t at first,” he admits, brain clouding with lust as he watches the way you pump Taehyun’s cock, the said man falling apart in your hands as he leans in to kiss you. He can feel himself grow more aroused at the sight, his hips rolling involuntarily against the sheets as the need to bring your attention back to him itches at him. Your mouth is falling open as Beomgyu’s lips wrap around your clit, your panties pushed to the side as he sucks on the bundle of nerves, his fingers circling your hole teasingly.

“But I do now. I care a lot.”

Choi Beomgyu was never one to get attached— so for him to be looking up at you the way he did, like he never wanted to be apart from you again, made your heart flutter unexpectedly.

He was messy as he lapped at your pussy, reveling in every little gasp and whimper that escaped your lips. Taehyun was just as much of a mess as you were, the kiss turning into something more primal and messy as you increased your pace, feeling him fucking your hand as he moaned against your lips, your other hand entangled in his hair as you kept him close to you.

The two found it amusing at the way you gasped once Beomgyu’s fingers pushed inside you, taking in the way your sensitive body responded to every one of their touches. His tongue is relentless, going back and forth from sucking and licking your clit, to lapping at your soaked cunt. He’s intense, building up your orgasm quickly as he keeps your hips planted to the bed, his hands gripping onto the skin as he watches the way you weakly attempt to buck your hips into his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

Taehyun watches as you quickly lose your pace, your hand stilling on his cock as he watches you get closer to your high with an amused glint in his eye. You’re begging and pleading for more, head thrown back as Taehyun slides down the straps of your dress, pulling the top down until he has access to your breasts. The added stimulation of his mouth on your nipples has you crashing down from your high, the waves of pleasure that roll over you much too intense as you slump down into the fluffy pillows of the bed.

“Good girl,” Taehyun mumbles, leaving your nipple with a lewd “pop!” that has you flushing with embarrassment. Between your legs, Beomgyu sits up, his chin glistening from your juices as he watches the way you look away from the scene, grinning at the way you turn shy.

“Don’t get all shy on me,” he says, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look back at him, finding that he’s released himself from the confines of his pants. “You still have some problems to take care of.”

Before you can catch on to what he wants, he’s taking your hands, pulling you to sit up before he’s positioning you to his liking— his lidded eyes look down at you as you try to not show how flustered you are, face leveled with his cock as you’re left on all fours, your ass in the air as you feel the bed shifting behind you.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, tapping two fingers under your chin as you look up at him, doe eyes shining sweetly as he resists the urge to take you for himself then and there, “suck.”

He can tell that you’re unsure of your actions as you start, the feeling of your warm tongue swiping teasingly across his tip making him grab ahold of your head, groaning at the way you allow him to guide you down his length.

Behind you, Taehyun watches darkly as you slowly take Beomgyu into your mouth, your glistening pussy all his as he begins to tease your entrance slowly. He takes in every movement, every sound, every reaction that you give him as he slowly pushes in, listening to the way you moan shamelessly against Beomgyu’s cock from the stretch.

He’s taking his time with you, giving experimental thrusts as he takes note of every movement that has you squealing against Boemgyu’s cock, the vibrations only serving for the man to let out a low hiss as he tightens his grip on your hair, a smug arrogance taking over him as you let him fuck his dick into your mouth freely.

You’re caught between the two as they use you for their pleasure, rocking back and forth with every slow thrust that Taehyun delivers. His pace is brutal as he grinds into you, matching the rhythm Beomgyu has set as the two watch you fall apart at the stimulation.

“Our little slut looks so good like this, doesn’t she?” Beomgyu says, grinning up at Taehyun as the words slip through his lips like second nature. “Taking us both like a good little cock whore.”

“Fuck, you feel so good princess,” the contrast of the two’s words makes you dizzy, the constant back and forth of praise and degradation making you stupid in the head as you’re left to nod at their every comment. You’re a mess of drool and tears as you let Beomgyu use you like his personal cock sleeve, fucking up into your mouth freely as he watches the tears stream freely from your eyes.

“You’re perfect,” Taehyun grunts, positioning his hips harshly into yours as you rock back into Beomgyu’s cock, not needing to do anything at all as you let them control your every movement.

“And all ours.” Beomgyu adds, wiping your tears away as he grins down at you, the feeling of your throat swallowing around him making him stutter in his pace.

It’s insane, and in no time, the coil in your stomach is getting ready to snap as Taehyun’s pace begins to get faster, the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him driving him closer to his high as well. His grip on your hips is brutal, and you’re falling apart the moment he finds your clit, a long whine escaping you as you allow Beomgyu to continue to fuck your mouth. They can’t take their eyes off you, watching your every move as your mouth sinks down on Beomgyu’s cock, stilling on his length as you’re left to be nothing more than a fucktoy as Taehyun chases after his own pleasure.

Beomgyu pulls you off of him, pulling your head up as he smiles as your fucked out face, your eyes glossy and mouth left open as Taehyun keeps thrusting into you, the sensitivity leaving you a whimpering mess. He’s in awe at the string of saliva that remains connected to his tip, your tongue left out in display lewdly as you allow Beomgyu to smack his dick on it.

“That’s it, take it,” Beomgyu says, watching as you whimper weakly at his words, “you like being our little fucktoy, hmm?”

He laughs at the way you nod helplessly, not fully processing his words as you feel Taehyun still inside you, a broken moan escaping your lips as he pulls you back into him, hips fitting snugly against yours as he cums inside, filling you to the brim as he bottoms out. His voice is heavenly as he lets out a soft moan, a string of praise leaving his mouth in stark contrast to the filth that Beomgyu continues to spew.

It takes a moment before Taehyun finally pulls out, eyes stuck on the way his cum begins to leak out of you, not thinking twice before he’s gathering the substance in his fingers and pushing it back in, ignoring the shake in your legs and the overstimulated sounds that leave your lips.

“Such a pretty sight,” Beomgyu sighs out, pushing you on your back as he immediately slots himself between your legs, watching the way your pussy is beginning to leak Taehyun’s cum once more. He grabs ahold of your thigh, wrapping the leg around his waist as he’s pushing in, the stretch much more different than Taehyun’s— unlike Taehyun, he was much girthier, leaving you to throw your head back at the feeling. It’s easier for him to slip inside, the feeling of Taehyun’s cum still inside you making the two of you groan, the wet noises that come from your cunt enough to make you embarrassed for days.

And unlike Taehyun, Beomgyu is quick to chase after what he wants; his pace is ruthless as he pounds against you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room and drowning out the sounds that slip from your lips. He’s mean, whispering filthy things into your ear as he towers over you, his necklaces smacking against your face as your hands are wrapped around him, hugging him close to you as the hot feeling of pleasure strikes through you once more.

Carelessly, your hand reaches up to lace itself in Beomgyu’s hair, tugging at it on a particularly harsher thrust, watching as his head is tugged back, an unabashed moan slipping past him. His scalp stings at the feeling, but he couldn’t care less as he watches you become a mess over his cock, your other hand reaching out to grasp Taehyun’s as you listen to his soft reassurance and praise.

The two are enamoured by you, watching the way you react to their words, your body tensing as the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching you appears again. Beomgyu can feel the moment you fall apart under his touch, the feeling of your walls squeezing and pumping against him making him follow after you, burying his head in your neck as he fills you up as well, biting your shoulder and lapping at your skin as he begins to leave marks. You’re a panting, sweaty mess as you lay there, the two boys collapsed next to you as you’re left in the middle, the feeling of Beomgyu having yet to pull out making you clench involuntarily around him.

“Do that again and you won’t be walking for the next week,” Beomgyu grumbles against your skin, Taehyun leaving to go to the bathroom as he comes back with a damp towel, urging the two of you to get cleaned up, much to Beomgyu’s dismay. It takes a while, but you’re able to be pulled away from Beomgyu’s arms as they watch the way their cum begins to leak out of you, spilling over your thighs and the sheets as you try to pretend you don’t see the way their gaze turns primal at the sight— you find yourself sandwiched between the two men once more, small gasps and squeals leaving you as they both take turns shoving the liquid back inside, their mouths on each side of your neck as they leave marks that they’ll no doubt be teasing you about later.

They don’t stop until you’re a crying and shaking mess, pleading softly for them to go easy on you as they finally let you go, finding yourself freshening up in the bathroom a few moments later. You’re dressed in nothing but a t-shirt that they let you borrow— you’re not sure whose it is, but you remember hearing them fight about it just outside the bathroom door. And as you place your phone back down, deciding to leave it on do not disturb for the rest of the night, you’re happy to find that the two have left a spot empty for you on the bed, looking at you expectantly the moment you come outside.

They refuse to let you go for the rest of the night, even when you complain that it’s getting stuffy— all they can do is hold onto you tighter, smiling at the way you always inevitably give in to their wishes.

I’m sleeping over :)

That was the last thing Taehyung had received from your phone before he completely lost contact with you.

Tae :]

WHAT

YOU DID NOT…

OMG U BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING TMMRW

UR SO LUCKY AUGH

☆♡☆

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended— except you, of course.

The rumors about your professors were false; it had been started on a simple misconception after a student had seen the two out together one night— they didn’t hook up, but the messy divorce definitely did happen.

Two, there was nothing that special in the library's super secret prohibited section; well, usually there wasn’t. It was filled with important documents, no doubt, but you’re sure that any student wouldn’t pay much attention to the files— their eyes would instead fall on the shocking sight that they would be met with.

“How long have you— ah— been allowed back here—?”

“Just recently,” Beomgyu grins, watching as you’re pliant and eager to the two’s touch, the feeling of Taehyun’s hand slipping past your waistband and working its usual magic making you weak in the knees. They’re as annoying as ever, wrapped around your finger as they try and fail to keep their hands off you, their new shared interest dissolving any tension that may have remained.

Working together doesn’t seem that bad now— seeing as they’ve found only success whenever they’re messing with you, flustering and teasing you like they were born to do so.

Oh, and the third and final mystery; you would never have to worry about it. Because as Beomgyu’s soft lips met yours, the feeling of Taehyun sucking gently on the empty canvas of your skin doing nothing to keep you calm, you had no doubt that you weren’t a part of some sick game anymore.

They were here to stay, and they made sure to show it to you any chance they got.

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Learning to Live Part 21

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader (reader is a nurse with no physical descriptions)

summary: Javier finally gets to do something he’s been dreaming about (fucking your ass).

rating: E (18+!!! This is literally smut and fluff. No y/n, age gap (around 10 years), soft Javier Peña, alternating pov, the plot of this chapter is anal, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie(s), anal sex (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), squirting, breeding kink, spanking, multiple orgasms, praise kink (oh boy, is there praise), dirty talk, banter, domestic fluff, aftercare, Javier being a consent king, Javier being adorable)

word count: 9.3k+

a/n: Yes, I dedicated an entire chapter to anal, don’t look at me, we all wanted it! Absolutely finished this chapter on a crowded plane flying across the continent to @juletheghoul's house. Shoutout to @azure-waves for giving this a look over.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to know what you thought!

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“Hot date tonight?” your coworker and best friend, Robyn, asked as you hurriedly got up from your chair at the nurse’s station desk. Four patient charts you’d finished notating were held in one of your arms, pressed to your chest.

“What makes you think I have a hot date?” you replied, walking behind her to the opposite wall where the hanging file folder rack was, putting them in the right slot for the next shift.

“You’re antsy,” she answered in her Texas twang, making your way back to her, taking a seat beside her.

Robyn always looked like she was ready for a night out with her beautiful chestnut-colored hair pulled up in a ponytail, her lips painted in cherry red lipstick, and her makeup looking professionally done. It must take her a while to get ready in the morning, and frankly, you could never—for you, it was making yourself look presentable, and that’s it; hell, some mornings you didn’t even bother with makeup.

Your leg bounced as you checked your watch, seeing your day was over in less than ten minutes, hoping the nurse who was supposed to take over arrived on time.

“And,” Robyn continued, your head turning to meet her blue eyes, her smirking, “you did your chart notes faster than a sneeze through a screen door, so I know you’re dyin’ to get the hell out of here.”

Looking down the hall in front of the desk and side to side to make sure no one was around, you leaned close, whispering, “Every date with Javi is hot, but tonight we’re trying something new…”

Her eyes were sparkling in delight as she gave you a toothy smile. “In the bedroom?” she inquired.

“Yeah…”

There was excitement on her face. “Ooh, lemme guess. Bondage?”

That had you intrigued, thinking of the times you’ve seen Javi with ropes at the ranch and how good he was with them, now imagining him tying you up or fuck, tying him up—heat was creeping up your neck.

“No.” You shook your head.

“Blindfolds?”

That was another one that had your attention, Javi covering your eyes and doing whatever he wanted to you. God, and if you were tied up, too? Swallowing thickly, you were suddenly feeling very warm.

“No…” you finally answered.

“Roleplay?”

“Not yet.” You wagged your finger. “But he’s down to play out my Detective Peña fantasy—so I’ve got something to look forward to.”

Sunday night, when you and Robyn had secretly gone over to Chucho’s to prep the pork for the tamales, you’d told her all about the Detective Peña dream when the older man left the room. The three of you had drunk beers and gossiped about the townspeople while you got the Crockpot ready.

“Get it, girl!” she replied, high-fiving you. “Okay, so y’all are kinda vanilla. This thing you’re excited about tonight, does it take you out of your comfort zone?”

Your face pinched. “Vanilla?” you asked. “We are not vanilla—we have had sex in too many risky places to be vanilla.”

“Sure, but he’s only stuck his dick in your mouth or pussy...”

Footsteps sounded coming closer from the hallway to your right, both of you pausing as your friend Gil, an orderly, came into view assisting one of your elderly patients using a walker, her on his left side closest to the desk.

“Hi, Miss Martha!” you and Robyn greeted in unison with big smiles. “Hey, Gil!”

“Hi, girls,” the old woman replied, smiling at you both.

“Hello, ladies,” Gil’s sweet voice said. He could be described as a human teddy bear—soft, adorable, and huggable.

“Way to get those steps in, Miss Martha!” you told her. “That new hip is doing you wonders.”

They were halfway past the desk.

“It sure is. Soon I’ll be walkin’ without Gil’s help.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied. “You’ll be out walking me in no time.”

“Such a nice young man.” They were almost to the other end of the desk. “You girls, have a blessed day!”

“We’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Martha,” Robyn called out to her.

“See you later, Gil,” you said,

“Bye, ladies.” He waved as they made it out of view and earshot.

Your attention turned back to Robyn, continuing your conversation from before, “He’s only stuck his dick in my mouth or pussy until tonight.”

Her eyes got big. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “You’re finally gonna let him fuck your ass?”

Smiling, you nodded, speaking just as quietly, “Yes. You sold me on it when you said you’ve never come quicker than when you do anal.”

“It’s true and so fuckin’ good. You’re gonna love it! Just remember lube, lube, lube, and relax. Javi’s a stand-up guy, so I have no doubt he’ll get you ready.”

“Oh, yeah—the man loves foreplay, and he’s been looking forward to this for a while, so I know he’ll make sure it’s a good time.”

“Okay, but Javi’s been obsessin’ about your ass for so long. I gotta know his reaction when you told him you were down to try it.”

“Oh my god, Robyn, he was so fucking ridiculous,” you answered in exasperation. First thing that morning, you’d told her about the previous day, making tamales with your boyfriend’s family and the barbecue, even bringing her a couple she loved. “Like, we were at his dad’s, as you know, and ended up fucking in Javi’s bathroom with the house full of people—don’t give me that look—“ You pointed at her. “—he can be really fucking irresistible, and I just can’t help it—all common sense leaves my brain, and my pussy takes over.”

“Hey—” She put up her hands in defense. “—I ain’t judgin’ you. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been fucked in a busy bar bathroom.”

Taking a deep breath, you replied, “You know, I thought my sex life with Javi was very adventurous and kinky, but then you come in here talking about getting fucked in busy bar bathrooms or going to orgies in San Antonio, and I’m not so sure—Oh god,” you gasped, eyes wide, coming to a realization.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“We’re vanilla!” you exclaimed. “We’re so fucking vanilla!”

Robyn laughed, pushing your shoulder. “I fuckin’ told you! But hey, y’all are more than welcome at the next orgy.” She wagged her eyebrows.

You made a face, not liking that idea one bit.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We’re kinda… territorial and not into sharing.”

That was a big thing you and Javi agreed on—neither of you wanted or needed anyone else; it was him and you for the rest of your lives, and you were both beyond happy with that.

“Suit yourselves.” She shrugged. “Okay, so you fucked at his dad’s...”

“Yes.” You nodded. “We fucked, and afterward is when I mentioned it, and he fucking tried to get me to leave right that second! Just completely forgot I said we couldn’t do it until today. I was like, ‘Javier, we are not bailing on your family barbecue for sex,’ and he, honest to god, pouted—” You threw up your hands. “—and he was so fucking clingy all night, grabbing my ass constantly. He was stuck to me like glue, and his family kept teasing the fuck out of him for it.”

“I ain’t even surprised,” she replied. “I swear, all men ever think about is sex and don’t much care about anythin’ else.”

That made you frown. “Javi isn’t always thinking about sex—he’s honestly a big fucking sweetheart. God, you can’t tell anyone, but sometimes he says the most poetically romantic shit in Spanish. You’ve seen the Addams Family movies, right? The new ones?”

“Of course—Addams Family Values is my favorite.”

“Same. Javi goes full Gomez—like the same level of devotion and obsession, and I sometimes can’t believe he loves me like that. Me! And he’s so hot, Robyn. What in the actual fuck. How did I land him?”

“‘Cause you’re a goddamn catch and amazin’,” she answered, patting your knee. “Hell, if Javi hadn’t gotten there first, I would’ve made a pass at you.” She winked.

Your lips pulled up in a grin. “I am so fucking flattered right now.”

“Good—I am so excited for your evenin’ plans!”

“I am, too! And nervous.”

“Oh, don’t be, girl.” She waved away your words. “He’ll make sure you’re good and ready and then take you to fuckin’ paradise.”

“God, I know he will.”

The nurse taking over for you was five minutes late with a coffeeshop coffee in hand. You’d given her a quick rundown on how your four patients were doing and when you last administered medications before bolting from the hospital.

Excitement and nerves were swirling in your belly on your drive home, the music turned down, and the air conditioning all the way up while you thought about what you’d do in the hour you had before Javi would be home from work; a shower was necessary, figuring he wouldn’t mind if you took one alone.

Should you lie on the bed naked, waiting for him when you were done?

A plan wasn’t made on when the event would take place. It was unspoken between you both that it was definitely happening after work; neither of you could wait.

He’d love coming home and finding you ready for him—you’d have the supplies, too, lube a must, some glasses of water, and maybe the sex towel, which was a big, thick, black towel that was used when sex was messy, like on your period, or if he was in the mood to make you squirt.

It was a surprise when you pulled into your parking spot at the apartment, and Javi’s truck was already in the neighboring one, making you wonder how long he’d been home as you grabbed your purse and exited your car.

Briskly, you walked to your front door, quickly getting it open and going inside. Your keys were tossed in the large bowl on the console table in the entryway with Javi’s own keys and wallet, your purse set beside it, toeing off your shoes.

He wasn’t in the living room, and the bedroom door was closed, assuming that was where he was.

“Javi?” you called, making your way toward it. “Why are you home early?”

Turning the doorknob, you pushed open the door, stopping when you took in the room.

Rose petals led from the doorway and up onto the end of the mattress, Javi’s bedside lamp on, the rest of the room illuminated by lit candles on the dressers, and for a split second, you thought he was going to propose, until you saw the sex towel neatly folded on top of the bed, with the bottle of lube nestled on it—the whole scene was honestly fucking hilarious. You would’ve laughed, but instead, your eyes were going wide, sucking in a breath at your boyfriend naked as the day he was born, sitting there with his back against the pillows, black-rimmed reading glasses on as he read a paperback easily held in one of his big hands.

The book lowered, his head tilting up, looking at you with a smile on his face. “Hola, mi amor (Hello, my love),” he rasped.

You gulped, your body feeling hot. “Hi, Javi,” you breathed. “What, uh, what’s all this?” you asked, gesturing toward him.

He grabbed his bookmark on the mattress beside him, shoving it in the paperback and setting it on the table. “You know exactly, what this is,” he replied, discarding his glasses on top of the book, Javi getting up from the bed with a groan.

It took you a second to get your wits about you as Javi closed the distance. “You got fucking rose petals—” you said, pointing at the trail of them. “—and lit candles, like it’s our anniversary or some shit. Not to mention, you looking like something straight out of a goddamn wet dream—the glasses, Javier? The glasses while naked, Javier? Are you trying to kill me with your sexiness?”

He snorted, crowding into your space, his hands cradling your jaw as his mouth slotted against yours in a searing kiss, your eyes closing, your fingers finding their way in his damp hair, realizing he’d already showered. You moaned when he licked into your mouth, tangling his tongue with your own in the way that made your toes curl.

God, he was perfect, and you loved him more than anything.

The kissing slowed, him murmuring into your lips, “I wasn’t trying to kill you, baby—was just reading while I waited for you.”

You pulled on his hair to make him look at you, his eyes hooded and mouth turned up in a smirk under his perfectly trimmed mustache.

“You’re a dirty fucking liar,” you accused. “But a sexy, dirty fucking liar—what’s with the petals and candles? You’ve literally never been this romantic when we fuck.”

He frowned. “I’ve been romantic when we fuck,” he argued.

“Okay, yes, we’ve had very romantic sex before—I quite enjoyed when you made me sit on your dick while we watched the sunset at your dad’s last week. I just mean, you’ve never gone all out like this. Why tonight?”

He had a look on his face like it was obvious. “It’s a special occasion…”

You huffed out a breath, patting his cheek. “It’s anal, babe—horny, nasty sex that you’re going to be feral about, not us celebrating Valentine’s.”

His eyes darted away. “But it’s your first time getting fucked in the ass, so I wanted to make it memorable…” He sighed, pushing his fingers through his hair. “It’s too much…”

“Hey, it’s not too much,” you reassured him, getting his eyes to meet yours. “It’s sweet, and I can assure you I didn’t need all of this pizazz for it to be memorable—I’ll always remember tonight and how you took my ass virginity.”

An amused breath left him, his hands moving to squeeze your behind. “Yeah, I am going to take your ass virginity.” He smacked your asscheek. “And I can’t fucking wait—go take a shower.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you replied, pulling your shirt off and letting it drop to the floor. Pecking his lips, you moved around him, heading toward the bathroom, pausing to get your pants and socks off.

“Someone’s horny,” he corrected, picking up your top and tossing it in the dirty clothes hamper.

Looking over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra, your eyes dipped down to see he was already half-hard. “Yeah, you are horny.” Your bra was off, now shimmying out of your underwear. “When did you get home?”

“An hour ago.”

You were completely naked, walking to your destination.

“Second day on the job, and you left work early for sex.” In the en suite, you flicked on the light and fan, grabbing and putting on your shower cap to keep your hair dry as you moved to the shower, Javi standing in the doorway.

“Told the Sheriff I had an important errand to run.”

The water had been turned on, waiting for it to warm. “Uh huh, and did the florist ask what you needed the rose petals for?” you asked over the roar of the shower.

“Yeah, I told her about how you made mi mamá's tamales and that I had a surprise for when you got home today—she assumed jewelry, and I didn’t correct her.”

“Oh, I was surprised, alright.” It was finally hot enough, getting in under the spray and quickly beginning to wash yourself. “Honestly, you in nothing but a pair of glasses is way better than anything, including jewelry, unless!” you exclaimed. “It’s a ring for my left hand—that trumps everything, even your dick.”

A mass in the shape of your boyfriend blocked the light outside of the frosted glass door of the shower stall, him rolling it open while you were in the process of scrubbing your front with a loofah.

“Fucking knew you’d like the glasses,” he said, reaching to palm your soapy breast, his fingers tweaking your nipple.

“I fucking knew you wore them on purpose,” you replied, turning to face the water to rinse off, his hand falling. “I see we’re glossing over the engagement ring mention, which, I won’t lie, the flower petals and candles had my hopes up.”

“Oh.” Glancing over at him, his eyes were wide, his face gone pale. “Oh, fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Cielito.”

You waved away his apology with your free hand, scrubbing your body one more time. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I saw the towel and lube and realized you were just being romantically horny. I’m not disappointed. I’m extremely excited about tonight. Do you have a game plan?”

“Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me your game plan?”

“No.”

“Oh, how the turn tables,” you replied, reminded of the morning before when you kept it a secret what you were going to do to him. “Now, you are not allowed to stray from your plan but let me guess.”

“Okay.” He sounded amused, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

You were making sure every bit of you was clean while you said, “For foreplay, you’ll eat me out, and use your fingers in my ass to get me ready, then you’ll put me on all fours so you can hit it from the back.”

There was a thoughtful expression on his face, humming in the back of his throat. “You’re correct that I’ll use my fingers, and at some point, I will have you on your hands and knees.”

“Two outta three isn’t bad.”

“It’s more one out of the three.” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows knitted together. “But you said you were going to put me on my hands and knees… How did I not get it right?”

He smirked. “You’ll find out.”

“Well, now I’m curious as fuck. Towel me.” The water was turned off, your entire body completely clean, as Javi disappeared for a second, returning with a fluffy white towel. It was the world’s quickest shower, and you hurriedly dried yourself off before getting out, leaving the towel on the floor and hanging up the shower cap to dry.

“Good?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“I am squeaky clean and ready to rumble.” You nodded.

Javi grabbed your hand, leading you into the bedroom, his excitement practically palpable, making you smile. He ushered you onto the bed, getting you in the middle, him following and ending up on top of you. His fingers laced with yours above your head, his hips resting in the cradle of your spread thighs, kissing you hard.

Arousal was thrumming in your veins, feeling it burning in your belly, wanting him so badly—his tongue pressed between your lips, sliding along yours, pulling a moan from your throat. Your pussy was weeping for him, knowing you were wet, the anticipation of the evening swelling inside you.

He held both of your hands easily in one as his mouth moved, nipping at your chin and kissing a wet streak along your jaw and down your neck, gasping his name when he sucked over your pulse.

“You want me, Cielito?” he asked against your skin, his free hand grabbing your bare breast and squeezing it while his lips found their way onto your collarbone.

“Yes, Javi,” you moaned. “Want you so bad.”

His cock was hard between your bodies, pressing into your belly, Javi keeping your hands where they were while he maneuvered to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, your back arching at the jolt of pleasure shooting straight to your cunt. His teeth grazed against it, and your mouth fell open, wishing you could grab his hair. He moved to your other breast to give it the same treatment, your eyes squeezing shut.

“It’s so good, Javi,” you gasped.

He came off your hard bud with a wet pop, his head moving to look you in the eyes.

“Can I fuck you?” he asked.

Your eyes widened. “Uh, I feel like we’re missing the very important step where you use your fingers to make sure your big dick doesn’t hurt me. There’s no way you could fuck me yet—I’m clenching at the thought.”

“No, not your ass.” He shook his head. “Your pussy—I’m not gonna just shove my dick inside you without the right prep. I’m not an asshole.”

You let out a relieved breath. “I know you’re not an asshole, babe. It’s a little surprising you want to fuck my pussy when I’m giving you free rein of my ass.”

A little smile appeared on his lips. “Baby, if I stick my dick in your ass, I will come immediately, so I need to get off before to actually last.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Damn, I knew you were really into it, but immediately?”

“Yeah—been waiting to do this for so fucking long, you’ll make me lose it.”

“Why is that so hot? Of course, you can fuck me, Javi. I know you’ll make me feel really good.”

“Thank you, Cielito,” he replied, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. He let go of your hands and sat up on his knees with a groan. “Need you on your hands and knees, baby,” he said, lightly smacking your thigh.

“So, you are fucking me in doggy. I just got the hole wrong,” you replied, flipping over onto your stomach. His big hands grabbed onto your hips, pulling you up into position.

“Yeah, so you were wrong—move forward a bit. Can you get into that one yoga thing?”

“Which pose?”

“Where your ass is up in the air, and your chest is against the floor.”

“Oh, puppy pose.” You kept your butt high, spreading your knees a little, dropping your chest down to the mattress to rest your forehead on your folded arms. This caused your hips to tilt back and really put your pussy on display. “I think I deserve half credit, at least for kinda getting it right.”

“A wrong answer is a wrong answer.”

Your eyes narrowed, turning your head to the side to look back at him as best you could. “You’re a real hardass, Javier—thank god you didn’t go into teaching.” The thought conjured up images of him as a professor, wearing a suit and his reading glasses, looking grumpy while he taught, and it made your skin feel hot, swallowing hard.

He was smirking like he knew what you were thinking, and it annoyed you, his hands squeezing your ass. “What’s making you horny, mi amor (my love)?”

“God,” you groaned, facing forward again, your words muffled. “I’m too fucking attracted to you and the goddamn glasses!”

“What, baby?” he asked, sliding his palm along your spine.

“You’re just really sexy, and I was thinking about you as a professor, and it got me all hot and bothered—anyways, I’m so fucking horny, and I’d like to be fucked, please,” you said, wiggling your backside at him.

His hand landed hard on your ass in a loud slap, gasping at the pleasurable sting.

“Such good manners,” he replied. “You gonna be a good girl and let me make you feel good?” he asked, smoothing his palm over your asscheek.

“Yes, Javi. I want it—I want you.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

The springs in the mattress complained from him moving behind you, and you expected to feel his dick, a surprised sound coming from your mouth as he spread open your cheeks instead and felt him spit on your pussy. His tongue slid through your slit from just below your clit up to your entrance and back down again over and over, Javi groaning into your skin.

Pleasure ignited in your belly, feeling it slowly building in your core. He was teasing you, avoiding your clit, laving at the lips of your sex to lick up your arousal, swirling his tongue around your entrance, and dipping it inside to taste you from the source, your hands clenching in the bedding beneath you.

“It’s so good,” you moaned. “It’s so fucking good, Javi.”

He hummed in the back of his throat, finally moving low enough to flick his tongue over your neglected bundle of nerves, making you gasp his name, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your end.

Licking a broad stroke up through your folds, he kept going, and your breath hitched when he got to your tight ring of muscle. He licked and prodded at it, all of the many nerve endings being stimulated, making your toes curl at how good it felt, sparks tingling outward from your clit—you were so close to your release, you could taste it, rough sounds coming from Javi’s chest as he licked around your hole, pressing his wet muscle inside.

Using the heel of his palm, he rubbed your clit, moving it quickly from side to side—his mouth, his hand, they had everything coming to a head, you falling over the edge with a cry of his name, your body tensing up as euphoria flowed in your veins.

His head left you, hearing him panting out, “Good girl,” while he helped you ride out your high.

Some seconds later, there was jostling behind you again, removing his hand from you, your body feeling relaxed. He rubbed comfortingly along your spine. “You good? Can I fuck you now, mi amor (my love)?”

“Absolutely,” your muffled voice answered. Turning your head, you continued, “I need you to fuck me.”

He smacked your ass, smiling. “Then I will.” Leaning to the side, Javi grunted as he reached to grab something, realizing it was the lube when you heard him pop open the cap, getting some on his hand to slick up his cock. The bottle was set by his knee, him pressing the bulbous tip of himself against your soaked entrance, your mouth falling open as he easily slid home in one smooth thrust, feeling so full—Javi nestled so deep inside, you weren’t sure where he ended, and you began.

“Fuck that’s good,” he breathed, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in, your forehead dropping to your arms.

“It’s so good,” you moaned.

His pace wasn’t slow or fast, a happy medium of him steadily thrusting in and out of you, your tight walls hugging him, and trying to suck him deeper into your depths. That familiar heat was making itself known at the base of your spine, hearing the slap of skin on skin, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Cielito?” he grunted.

“Yeah?”

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

The sound of the cap on the lube clicked open again. “What are you—” Your sentence turned into a moan as Javi liberally squirted some of the liquid onto your puckered hole, your cunt clenching as it dawned on you what he was planning to do. “Oh, god, Javi,” you gasped.

His strokes didn’t waver, the bottle dropping to the bed, him saying through his teeth, “Tell me if it’s too much. Understand?”

He was going use his fingers in your ass while he fucked you, and it had your brain short-circuiting at imagining how it would feel.

His palm landed on your ass in a resounding smack, the sweet pain getting your attention.

“Do you understand, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, his thick cock pistoning into you. “Do it!”

His thumb circled your asshole, shivering at the tingles moving down your spine, then he was pressing in, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, feeling even fuller—this was just his thumb, and it already felt like so much. How were the other fingers going to feel?

“Relax, Cielito,” he purred, his free hand rubbing soothingly against your hip, realizing your thighs had tensed up and relaxing them, welcoming the intrusion. “Good girl.” He pushed it in and pulled it out in time with his thrusts, the pleasure making your head spin, feeling yourself rocketing toward your release.

His thumb disappeared, replaced with one thick finger, then two, moaning loudly at how good it felt, it getting wetter between your legs, hearing the wet suck of your pussy taking him.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he said, the digits moving in sync with his hips. “So fucking good for me, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your mouth had fallen open, drooling onto the blanket below you, not sure if you could speak. His other hand lightly slapped your thigh. “Does it feel good, Cielito?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Fuck, it’s so good—you’re fucking me so good!”

“I know I am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re taking my fingers so well, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my dick in this tight ass,” he ended the sentence by smacking it with his free hand.

You were getting close to your climax, the fire in your belly growing rapidly, rocking back on him to feel him deeper, wanting more—his cock was moving in and out of you at the same time as his fingers, filling you over and over again, pleasure rising inside you.

It was a lot—you couldn’t think of anything else except how fucking good he was making you feel.

“I think you can take one more,” he grunted. “Can you do that? Be my good girl and take all three?”

You had the presence of mind to answer, “Yes, Papí!”

He started pushing in the third finger, and your vision went white.

You were used to him occasionally putting a thumb in your ass when he was fucking you from behind, but three of his fingers? His hands could be classified as mitts they were so fucking big, and here he was, sticking three of his sizable fingers into your ass—you came immediately.

Your orgasm slammed into you hard, a strangled sound ripped from your throat as your body seized up so tight he had to come to a stop—Javi groaned loudly at you tightening around his cock and digits, pleasure exploding out from your core, feeling it in the tips of your fingers and toes, your thoughts becoming slow, thick like molasses.

Your pussy was still fluttering around him when your body went lax.

“Can I keep going?” Javi roughly asked.

The words weren’t forming on your tongue, so you settled for an affirmative hum and a shaky thumbs up.

He started moving again, his dick in your cunt and his fingers in your ass, spreading them inside you while you went along for the ride.

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Almost took me with you.”

“An honorable way to go,” you slurred.

He chuckled, his digits leaving your hole as he bent over you, one arm holding himself up while the other went under your middle, groaning as he pulled you up on your knees, your back to his chest—his rhythm sped up, his hands on your tits holding you to him as he chased his high, one of yours on his hip behind you the other laced with his on your breast. His lips kissed your shoulder and the side of your neck, hearing him grunting close to your ear.

His thrusts started getting uneven.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Gonna fuck my come deep—want it to, fuck.” He was panting, pausing to swallow, fucking into you harder. “Want it to ta—“ The word cut off into a pained sound, pushing his cock into you all the way to the root one last time as he came, feeling him thicken, jerking inside you and the wet pulse as spurts and spurts of his spend filled you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, making you gasp at the pleasurable pain—he rolled his hips to fuck his come deeper, wanting to fill as much of you as he could.

He came to a stop, breathing hard, both of your bodies wet with a sheen of sweat coating them. He hissed as he pulled out, his release slowing dripping down your inner thigh, squeaking in surprise when he moved to lay on the bed next to you, bringing you down with him, landing half on top of him.

His head rested on a pillow, yours on his chest, the fingers of one of your hands sliding through his wet hair, his arm wrapped around your back, drawing shapes on the soft skin of your hip with his finger as you both came down from your highs.

Javier was so relaxed he thought there was a chance he’d melt into the mattress—his rapid heartbeat was beginning to slow and even out, her nails lightly scratching at his scalp, making sparks dance along his spine.

He was content, blissed out, happy, not to mention excited about what was to come. The thought of getting to fuck her ass made his cock stir, arousal starting to burn low in his gut, knowing he would be hard again in record time.

When she told him the day before that she wanted to try anal, he was ready to go right then—he didn’t want to wait, having dreamed about it for so long, he was aching to feel her so tight around his dick, and she was tight, snugly squeezing his fingers when they were inside her.

Another thing that riled him up was the fact he was the first to fuck her ass, and it had him feeling some type of way, knowing he’d be the first and last to get the honor, hoping she’d like it enough to want to do it again.

He was already half-hard just thinking about it, glad he’d been smart enough to come before the main event to ensure he lasted more than two, maybe three pumps—he wanted her to have a great first experience and it ending as soon as he worked his cock into her would be pretty fucking disappointing even though he knew she wouldn’t complain, always saying it was a compliment when he came sooner than he hoped.

Still, he was determined to do this right by her, wanting it to be a night she remembered fondly, which was why he left work early to get the rose petals, buy the tealight candles, and stop at the grocery store to get ingredients for him to make her dinner, well aware that she hadn’t eaten much that day. Were the candles and petals a bit much? Maybe, but her face, when she walked into the room, was worth it—seeing clearly how much he turned her on had pride swelling in his chest.

“Wow, that was something,” she croaked, breaking the silence and taking him from his thoughts.

“A good something?” he inquired, his finger on her hip, spelling out her first name and his last for probably the fifteenth time that they’d been lying like this.

She tilted her face up to look at him, her fingers stroking through the hair just above his ear.

“A very good something,” she replied. “Like, I was really fucking nervous about three of your huge ass fingers inside of my ass—just your thumb feels like a lot—but my god, Robyn wasn’t lying about you taking me to fuckin’ paradise.”

He snorted, turning his head to kiss her forehead, his chest puffing up a little. “You liked it that much?” Hope rose inside him that she’d answer in the affirmative.

“God, yeah. Your dick is going to feel so good. A big reason I wanted to try it was because she told me she’s never come quicker than when she does anal, and I get it now.”

“She convinced you?”

“Yep, she sure did. Oh! She gave me more ideas today.”

Smiling, he asked, “What ideas?”

“The first was bondage which immediately made me think of how good you are with those ropes at the ranch and you tying me up in bed.” His cock twitched, his blood heating. “The second was blindfolds, which really got me going at the idea of pairing that with the ropes, so I can’t see or move, and you can basically do whatever you want to me.”

His mouth had gone dry, his brain playing out possible scenarios that had his cock becoming fully hard.

He licked his lips. “Can we send her a fruit basket? That’s what you send people as thanks, right?”

She laughed, cradling his cheek. “Oh my god, the basket arriving at the hospital with a card reading, ‘Thanks for the orgasmic ideas,’ she’d love it, but I think she’d love a gift certificate to a spa even more.”

“We’ll fucking get her one,” he said, his head moving to kiss her palm.

“We’ll do that this weekend.”

“Good.” His dick was throbbing as it lay on his stomach. “Sorry, baby, I need to get on my side.”

“Not a problem,” she replied, moving off of him to lie on her back beside him as he turned onto his side to face her.

The flat of his hand moved up her stomach to grab one of her breasts while he leaned over her to kiss her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair—pinching at her hard nipple had her moaning. Javier took the opportunity to deepen the kiss with a press of his tongue into her mouth, sliding it along hers in practiced movements.

His hard cock dug into her hip, wetting her skin with precum, the kissing getting more fervent, their teeth clattering and noses bumping, almost like they were trying to fuse themselves together with their mouths. He skated his hand back down her body and over her soft belly to between her legs, sliding two fingers through their combined mess, using the slick to circle her swollen little clit.

“Javi,” she moaned into his lips, bucking her hips against his hand. “I want you.”

He nipped at her bottom lip, pulling back to look her in the eyes, hers glazed over in lust.

“You want my dick?” he asked through heavy breaths.

Biting her lip, she nodded. “Want it so bad.”

Quickly kissing her, he went into action, getting everything ready, the ache in his lower back making him groan when he sat up to grab the towel behind him, her lifting her hips for him to lay in on the bed under her, then he told her how he wanted her.

“Spread this leg out,” he ordered, tapping the thigh furthest away from him, watching her do as he said. “Keep this one up, okay?” The one closest to him, he bent at the knee, pushing it up her torso, nodding to himself that it opened her up enough for what he would do. He reached to grab the lube on the mattress.

Flicking the cap open, he poured a generous amount in his palm, stroking it onto his dick and putting more on his fingers.

“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said. “Okay, Cielito?” He pressed one finger into her tight hole, making her keen.

“Yes, Javi—more.”

Her words had a sharp spike of arousal cutting through him. She was relaxed, him easily pushing in another digit.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hand pressing to his chest and squeezing his pec. “More, Javi—give me more.”

“Yeah, baby?” His third finger went in with hardly any resistance. “You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he started pumping them in and out, spreading them inside to stretch her open.

“Think you’re ready for my dick?” Excitement was bubbling in his chest, his cock so fucking hard it was almost painful, ready to go at her word.

“Give it to me,” she replied. “I want it, Javi.”

At this moment, and every other they shared together, he was her devotee and would worship her like she deserved, and now she was gifting him with herself, Javier intimately aware of just how lucky he was to be given this opportunity.

He’d been waiting for this, and he was going to make it so fucking good for her.

The first time he put his dick in someone’s ass, he was a teenager, and he’d grown since then, no longer fumbling with the condom, knowing there needed to be a lot of lube and that he had to loosen up his partner with his fingers to make it enjoyable for the both of them—mistakes were made when he was younger, and now he was older and wiser, and knew how to make it good for everyone involved.

Another reason he was chomping at the bit to do this was she was letting him fuck her bare, which was something he’d never done before, and he was dying to know what it’d feel like.

His hips turned toward her, holding himself on one arm, his other hand stroking his cock, steadily leaking precum, getting closer to press the tip to her asshole. He started pushing in, his mouth falling open, making his insides burn with want at the tight squeeze. Getting halfway in, he had to pause and take a deep breath to calm down, already so worked up, he was genuinely worried he’d come.

She was mewling, making noises that were going straight to his dick when he finally bottomed out, lying down on his side next to her, putting one arm beneath her neck, the second hooking under her knee to keep her leg up, resting his palm on her breast.

Her tight ring of muscle was constricting around the base of his cock so tightly it almost hurt, Javier needing a second—she turned her head toward him, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, her forehead glistening in sweat looking so beautifully fucked out of her mind, it had him leaning forward to kiss her, the familiar press of her lips grounding him, getting him to the point he could pull almost all the way out and push back in.

His groans came unbidden as he set up a slow pace to get her used to him, surprised when her body tensed up not even a minute later, and she came with a loud moan into his mouth, her ass squeezing him like a vise.

He broke the kiss, his heart racing, panting breaths. “Fuck, already? Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.

Her eyes were closed. “Yes,” she answered roughly. “Go until you come.”

“Okay, baby,” he replied, her relaxing enough that he could start moving again, his mouth finding hers once more, sharing breaths as he worked in and out of her faster than before.

His stomach was knotting up in pleasure with every push and pull of his hips, her leg shaking in his hold, her making sounds that almost sounded inhuman, clearly losing herself to how good she was feeling—he wasn’t much better, their kissing messy, mashing their mouths together, him completely wrecked out of his mind.

She was just so warm and tight, it lulling him to his end—fucking into her over and over again, grunting in exertion.

“Fuck!” she cried, as she seized up and shuddered, Javier feeling as she came again, his mouth leaving hers to grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own orgasm by holding entirely still inside her.

“Fuck, Cielito.” He kissed her shoulder. His forehead was wet with sweat, feeling a drop drip down his cheek while he caught his breath. “You’re gonna make me come, baby, if you keep doing that.”

She looked utterly blissed out, blinking her eyes open in a way that made it seem like they wanted to stay closed, only half-focusing on him.

Her hand came up to pat his cheek, her words slurring when she spoke. “You’re gonna make me pass out if you keep doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Nope.” She poked his nose, making him smile at her adorableness. “We’re just gonna see what happens, and if I pass out, I pass out—won’t be the first time or the last.”

“You think one more will do you in?”

“I know one more will knock me the fuck out.”

He was so fucking close, starting to rock in and out of her, knowing that if she came again, he’d go with her—an idea came to him.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Oh, boy, what are you planning?” She sounded drunk. “You only ask that when you’re gonna do something exceptionally good.”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Bring it on, babe.”

Kissing her, he started moving faster, his thick cock slickly sliding in her depths, her moaning again, the muscles in his belly winding tighter and tighter.

The clean hand holding up her leg went to between her thighs, pushing one, then two fingers into her come-filled cunt, crooking them to rub against that one spot that drove her wild, fucking his digits into it over and over again.

Hedonistic sounds filled the air—she was making noises he’d never heard before that bordered on animalistic, him grunting, his fingers squelching in her pussy, while his cock wetly pounded into her ass—all of it spurring him on to his own release.

Her cunt had started to flutter, and he knew she was close.

“Come on, Cielito,” he said through his bared teeth. “One more. I know you’re close; take me with you, baby.”

Soon her back was arching, clenching down hard on his fingers and cock, a guttural groan vibrating out of his chest at her pussy gushing around his digits, soaking the towel beneath her—it sent him with her, his balls tightening up as he pushed into her one last time, his dick pulsing, coming with a ragged moan, his body awash in pleasure as he filled her ass.

He was wrung out, every muscle in his body relaxing, his head sinking into the pillow, his eyes feeling heavy, and thinking he might fall asleep. Javier removed his hand from her cunt, pulling out of her and putting her leg down so she’d be more comfortable, his breaths and heartbeat starting to slow, their bodies shining in the lights of the room from sweat.

His eyes closed, and moments later, he was frowning that she wasn’t playing with his hair like usual.

A soft snore sounded, opening one of his eyes to find hers closed with her mouth open.

Oh, he fucked her unconscious.

She hadn’t been exaggerating that one more would make her pass out.

He didn’t want her sleeping with the mess he made between her legs, so he moved to get off the bed without another thought, not caring he was tired.

He blew out all of the candles on his way to the en suite, cleaning himself up before taking care of his needs and washing his hands when he was finished. Returning to the bedroom, he had a warm wet washcloth that he used to gently wipe her down, and she was still knocked out cold, not even stirring; she just kept snoring.

The real challenge was getting her under the blankets. He feared she’d be cold and eventually succeeded in tucking her in on her side of the bed, Javier a bit sweaty from the effort and feeling really good about himself that she remained asleep—he mentally patted himself on the back for fucking her so good.

Yawning, he put the dirtied towel and washcloth into the hamper, then turned off the bedside lamp, crawling into bed with her. He scooted to cuddle up next to her, his arm going over her middle, breathing in her scent as he dozed off with a little smile.

Where were you?

What year was it?

All you knew for sure was you were burning up, a weight halfway on top of you that was hot; realizing it was a person when you heard a snore—their scent finally processed in your brain, and you realized it was your boyfriend.

You were in your shared bed with Javier Peña.

Your voice was gravelly when you tried to speak. “Javi?”

His body lightly jolted, and you knew he’d awoken.

“Hmmm?” he hummed, nuzzling his nose against your ear.

“Who’s president?”

His voice was raspier. “What?”

“Who’s president?”

“Bill Clinton? What’s wrong, amor (love)?”

“I apparently passed out so hard I forgot where and when I was.”

His breath tickled your ear when he huffed out amusedly. “You thought I fucked you into a coma?” he asked.

“Oh my fucking god—” You sat up as best you could, Javi making a sad sound that you moved. “—you fucked me unconscious!”

The room was softly glowing by the sun coming through the gaps in the blue linen curtains, Javi sitting up, too, the blankets pooling at his bare waist.

“Yeah?” he replied, rubbing the sleep from his eye. “You said one more would take you out, and you were right—out like a goddamn light.”

“Javier, did you… Am I recalling correctly, did you make me squirt?”

“Yes, I fucking did.” He sounded beyond proud of himself.

The orgasm had been unlike any you’ve ever had before, so intense it was no wonder you blacked out.

“With how easily you were coming,” he continued, “I was pretty fucking sure I could do it, and I did.” He leaned over, giving you a loud, smacking kiss on your cheek.

You smiled, pushing on his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re just real fucking proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

He was smirking. “I mean five orgasms in what, less than two hours? I think I did pretty fucking good.”

Your hand went across your body to cup his cheek. “Yeah, baby, you did really fucking good,” you replied, pulling him in for a kiss, feeling him smiling into it.

“Did you like it?” he asked against your lips.

Breaking apart, you smiled. “Um, yeah, I think the orgasms are confirmation I was really into it.”

“You’d, uh, wanna do it again?”

Pushing his bangs out of his face, you answered, “Absolutely. It’s just something we have to plan for, but I’m down—I’m really curious what it would be like if you gave me the Javi special.”

His eyebrows creased. “The Javi special…? What’s that?”

“When you rail me from behind—like, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re really fucking good at it. I mean, you’re good at all the positions. It’s just with back shots you get, I don’t know, feral? You let loose and just go for it, and it’s always a good fucking time. So, I’m just imagining the absolute pounding you’d give my ass, and I won’t lie, the thought makes my pussy throb.”

His hand cradled your jaw, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “Yeah? You want me to fuck your ass hard?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Very much.”

Leaning in, he hovered his lips over yours, whispering, “Next time, I’ll give it to you any way you want—would you like that, baby?”

Arousal was starting to thread in your belly.

“Yes, I’d like that a lot,” you answered just as quietly.

“Good.” He nudged your nose with his. “Let’s go shower, then I’m gonna make you dinner—some steak has been marinating since I got home. I’m making you mi mamá’s fajitas.”

“Keep talking dirty to me—what did you marinate it in?”

He smiled, pecking your lips. “Cumin.” Another kiss. “Chile powder.” A quick peck. “Salt.” A kiss. “Lime juice.” A peck. “Lime zest.” His lips on yours again. “Olive oil.” He kissed you. “Garlic—“

“How much garlic?” You interrupted.

He chuckled. “Her recipe said two minced cloves, but you taught me to measure garlic with my heart, so I did three.” He kissed you again.

“God, that’s so sexy,” you murmured against his lips.

He pulled back. “I don’t know how the fuck to pronounce the last ingredient—wor-ces-ter-shire, wer-ches-ter—“

“Worcestershire.” You sounded it out. “Woos-te-sher.”

He made a face that made you giggle. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why are there so many extra fucking letters?”

“The British named it, babe.” You stroked your fingers through his hair, your stomach growling. “Fuck, I’m starving.”

“Get up. We’ll shower, then I’ll feed you.”

“I love you—you’re perfect.”

Tenderly he kissed you. “You’re the perfect one,” he said into your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Oh!” You broke away from him. “Do you think we’re vanilla?”

His face scrunched. “What?”

“Like, sex, are we vanilla? Until tonight you’ve only stuck your dick in my mouth and pussy. We’d never fucking fathom going to one of those wild orgies Robyn likes to go to—“

“Fuck, no,” he cut in. “I’m not fucking possessive, but I sure as fuck am not sharing you.”

“That’s what I told her! Also, same, respectfully, you’re mine, and I’m yours, and there will be no one else—I don’t want anyone else.”

“That’s fucking right.” He gave you a quick kiss. “Did she call us vanilla?”

“Yeah, and like, I’m really thinking we might be…”

“What? ‘Cause you’re not pouring hot wax on my balls, or we don’t swing or whatever the fuck—I fucked your ass tonight and made you squirt; vanilla people don’t do that shit. They also don’t fuck outside of their home, so no, we’re not fucking vanilla.”

“Exactly! We have too much risky place sex.”

He nodded. “Fucked you in a house full of people yesterday.”

“Yes, you did,” you replied, cupping his cheeks. “And we get off on pretending you’re knocking me up—which reminds me, that was really hot all the stuff you said before you came the first time. If I hadn’t come so hard, you definitely would’ve gotten me again.”

He crookedly smiled, seeing the devotion in his eyes. “I can’t fucking wait to marry you—we’re perfect for each other.”

You grinned. “Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m literally counting down the days to our anniversary. I already have next year's calendar and the day marked.”

His face lit up, his dimple showing. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I’m counting down the days, too, and I’ll need to see if you can take some time off around that date...”

“Oh my god, you’re taking me on a trip!” you exclaimed excitedly. “Where are you taking me? Wait, let me guess—obviously a beach.”

He frowned. “Why would it obviously be a beach?”

“Because you’re insanely romantic and know how much I love the beach and ocean, so that’d be where you’d do it. I don’t think you’d take me to Corpus Christi or anywhere on the Texas coast. I’d think maybe Florida—Miami since Steve and Connie are there, but we’re visiting them in December, and with their baby, we wouldn’t want to impose again so soon after. Oh! You brought up my passport a couple of weeks ago, so that eliminates California, and the US in general, which leaves an island!”

He let out a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Call me Detective Peña…” he grumbled. “You’re apparently Mrs. Detective Peña…”

“Actually, it’s future, Mrs. Detective Peña, because you insist on making us wait.”

“Yeah, I am,” he sighed. Suddenly he was perking up, “At least you won’t be able to guess the fucking island or hell, maybe I might take you to Mexico.”

“Nah.” You swatted away his suggestion. “You wouldn’t take me to Mexico—you’re too fucking stressed about the cartels and would be worried the entire time. You’re definitely taking me to an island.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay, future Mrs. Detective Peña, I’ve had enough of you figuring out my plans. Get your ass out of bed—we’re showering, and then I’m making you a delicious fucking dinner because I love you so goddamn much, even though I’m a little annoyed with you right now.”

“That’s how I feel when you do it to me!” you laughed. “It’s annoying as fuck.”

“I see that.” He pouted. “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Kiss me so I’ll stop being annoyed with you—I don’t like it.”

“Oh, my sweet future husband,” you cooed, doing as he asked, pushing your fingers in his hair and kissing him.

“Call me that again.” His muffled voice said.

“My sweet future husband—I love you.”

His lips smiled against yours. “I love when you call me that, and I love you, too, my perfect future wife.”

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College GF Ellie Headcannons

A/N: First time writing headcannons lemme know what you guys think or if there’s anything else you guys wanna see.

Summary: No thoughts, just college girlfriend Ellie

Pairings: College!Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 763

Warnings: Smut headcannons but nothing too graphic

Meeting Ellie Headcannons:

Ellie and you met in one of your college classes

You were late to class one day, totally not your fault, so instead of talking your usual spot up front you sit in the last row a few seats down from a really hot girl

Said girl happens to forget a pen that day, so of course she asks you, the pretty, quiet girl who never sits in the back, for one

You, being the prepared person you are, gave her one of your extras with a teasing comment, she gave you a snarky one in response and by the end of the lecture, neither of you took any notes, too busy talking to one another to pay any attention.

So while the two of you were packing up, she ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook, which is hardly ever used, wrote out her number, and gave it to you along with the borrowed pen

(You messaged her as soon as the both of you parted ways)

General GF Headcanons:

Will sit by you in every class the two of you have together, and while she usually doesn’t bother you and pays attention to professors, she will try to get you play tic-tac-toe during boring lectures sometimes

Ellie definitely seems like she would be big in pda. I mean why wouldn’t she? She has a beautiful girlfriend, so she definitely wants to show you off.

Holding hands, arm around your waist, putting her hand in your back pocket, kissing you (i.e. cheek, neck, lips), she would be fine with making out with you in public. However, if you aren’t that comfortable with pda, she won’t push it and 100% respect your boundaries.

This girl is a cuddler. I also think she enjoins being both the little or big spoon depending on what mood she’s in

Definitely seems like the type to smoke a joint whenever she gets a little too stressed. Which in college, would happen a little more often than not.

Always offers you some, but if you don’t want to smoke, she would ask you to just stay and hang with her while she does. Smoking is one of her stress relievers, but you’re her favorite

Loves it when you lay with her and just play with her hair. She swears it’s one of the best feelings in the world

Smut Headcannons:

Speaking of hair Ellie loves it when you pull hers. She basically lives in between your thighs

She worships the ground you walk on everyday, it’s no different in the bedroom

“Pretty girl” “good girl” “attagirl” are all phrases she uses constantly

Loves making out with you. Usually all of your sexual encounters start with a make out session with her.

She will not stop kissing you until you ask her to stop or one of you is whining to get fucked.

I see Ellie as a switch leaning top in the bedroom. She loves to take care of you, but sometimes she needs the one to be taken care of

Y’all have a plethora of sex toys, which includes Ellie’s favorite purple strap. (If your honest, it’s yours too)

Very into experimenting.

If there’s something you wanna try, “yeah let’s go to the bedroom right now.”

If one of her or your friends mentions trying something that works for them, she’ll literally say in front of them to you “babe we should try that.”

If you’re both watching tv and a steamy sex scene comes on, she’ll turn to you mid scene, “wanna do that right now?”

Seems like the type to be into edging until you’re a complete mess, then overstimming you until you’re fucked dumb.

Something she won’t tell you is she wants you to do the exact same thing to her

Communication is a must with her

Y’all use the stop light system (I.e. red = stop, yellow = slow down, green = go)

10/10 aftercare

She’ll wipe off any bodily fluids on either of you, get you changed into some sort of clothes (if that’s what you prefer), change the sheets, make sure there’s water for the both of you, and lay there cuddling you whispering words of praise as you come down from your high

Speaking of communication, once the both of you come out of the post-sex bliss, the both of you will talk about what either of you like or didn’t like

She will make mental notes of everything you say

Overall Ellie is an amazing girlfriend, loves you more than life itself, and would do anything for you

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x female reader

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lumiaxz · 6 months

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omg i love new tumblr creators!

Can you do konig as your boss and you need a raise ikik pretty stereotypical😋

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Anything for a raise you say? (boss konig x assistant reader)

warnings: face-fxcking, boss x assistant dynamic, degrading, sl*t-shaming, semi-public s*x, bl0wjob

an: omg a askkkk and ofc🤭🤭

an 2: lemme know if I missed any warnings

word-count: 638

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Another boring and tiresome day in the office, you hadn’t been able to buy your favorite coffee in a while due to bills and other things that usually come before a expensive ass cup of coffee that’ll hardly help. As you were working you received a phone call from your landlord.

“Hello Miss, I’m sorry for the inconvenience but it appears that you are a month behind on your rent. You have until next week to pay or I’ll be calling the moving team to empty your apartment, any further questions?”

“Oh god… Could I please just get one more month, this time I promise I’ll have it.”

“you said that last month, and the moth before that. Your lucky I haven’t already kicked you out. I’ll be collecting the cash next week on Sunday.”

you hang up. Your boss, König, sends you a email with more paperwork to fill out, he isn’t making this any easier. You owe your landlord 2k, you’ve owed that for quite some time now but at your salary per week you’ll never get there in time. After filling out the paperwork König had sent you realized, at this rate you’ll loose your apartment and you literally and physically cannot afford that.You knock on his door and after a few seconds of silence, he opens the door

“I’m not paying you to slack off and complain all the time.”

“And your not paying me enough at all, I need a raise.”

“Your telling me your 500$ paycheck each month isn’t enough?”

“Not enough to pay all of my bills, look König, im not asking for alot.”

He thought for a second, Why should he pay you extra to cover bills? It’s not his issue, but he’ll agree to help you, well under one condition..

“Suck me off, and I’ll cover your rent for the next 2 months. Simple isn’t it?”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t believe I stuttered, Suck me off, and I’ll cover your rent for the next 2 months.”

I wasn’t the end of the world, no. But you sure as hell didn’t want to suck him off for some money like a cheap whore, but you needed the money…. After some hard thinking, you agreed.

You walked around his desk and got on your knees

“Do I have to coach you on this too, or you know how?”

You roll your eyes and unzip his pants and reach into his boxer for his cock, you pull down his boxer slightly and his cock sprang out of his jeans, the sight was vomit inducing because of his size. You plant kitty licks and soft kisses all over his cock, the tease in you jumped in and took the wheel. You kiss his tip but König is not the type to just let you tease him, he grabs a fist full of your hair and pushes your head down, forcing you to take his entire length down your throat.Gagging and suppressed moans bounced off the walls as he bobbed your head up and down to the point where your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. An unexpected turn took, at least for him is when tears started flowing down your face. He couldn’t care less, In fact the sight turned him on even more.

“Look at you crying like a little whore, I almost feel bad for you.”

Your hands on his thighs as he rams his length in your mouth like a angry mountain goat, after some time he tightened his grip on your hair and with a final thrust his cum painted your mouth white.

“You made a mess all over my floor, clean it and yourself up.”

“Are you at least going to pay me?”

König smirked as he handed you a envelope with 4000$

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#konig x reader #cod mw2 #konig call of duty #boss x employee #smut #cod smut #konig mw2 #konig cod #rivverrflimadedis

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fantasynsuch · 5 months

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Please. (Adam Stanheight x reader NSFW)

TW: SMUT!!! Gonna be sub male, dom woman soo. Mommy kink, and creampie

Word count: 2.8k

@blackbunnymayw for your request!

I wake up groggily, and I don't have any idea as to why I woke up. When I look to my side, my alarm clock reads "2:53 AM". It's not even 3 am.

"Ugh. Why am I awake?" I grunt. I had only gone to bed 2 hours ago, as Adam and I had been.... fooling around.

As I become more aware of my surroundings, I feel a very apparent absence in bed. I'm used to Adam being swaddled tight in my arms when I wake up, so it's easy to notice his absence. He's different than alot of men I know: it doesn't offend him for me to take the lead. He seems to enjoy it more, truthfully.

After my eyes adjust to the dark, I notice the bathroom door is closed, but I can see a sliver of light from underneath it. He's in there, probably.

I get up slowly, as the air is frigid compared to the 10 blankets we have stacked on our bed. The heating has been out since last spring, and the landlord finds a way, every time, to avoid fixing it. Dick.

When I stand, I hear sounds from the bathroom. They sound like.. Adam in pain?

I rush to go to the bathroom, but I slowly realize the sounds are not Adam in pain. Oh.

I stand at the door, and after some thought, I grin. I'm gonna embarrass this boy for all he's worth.

I knock on the door loudly. It sounds like he's scrambling to appear presentable. Items sound like they're being knocked over.

"Baby, what are you doing in there?" I call out loudly.

"C-Coming, babe!" He calls out, stuttering. He's out of breath. Good.

He's shuffling to the dear, and the sight is just as good as seeing him full nude. His hair is scruffy, and his face is red as a ruby. His mouth hangs open as he tries to catch his breath. His shirt had long since been discarded, but his boxers are fully askew, and they hang lower than they should. He probably pulled them up in a hurry. His v-line is gorgeous, as the hair on it blends down. The green eyes I love so much are hidden by hooded lids.

"S-Sorry babe. Just had to use the bathroom." He tries to lie. I know that's a lie. I'll forgive him for it.

"Oh, baby. No, you weren't. But you don't have to be embarrassed." I stand up to his ear and whisper huskily.

"B-but I wasn'-" I cut him off before he can lie anymore.

I reach down and grab his cock through his boxers, and his whimper is mouthwatering. His whimper cuts through the silence, and he falls back a little, likely in shock. He catches himself, and his mouth opens wide.

"A-Ah!" He moans. I smirk: he couldn't lie know. I quite literally have my hands on the truth.

"So what were you doing, baby boy? No need to lie." I rub him through his boxers.

"Momma, please.." He hiccups out.

"Please what boy? You need to spell it out for me." I bite his ear, and his breath catches. He's trembling. I still have his cock firmly in my hand.

"I-I woke up, and I needed you so, so bad. I just d-didn't wanna wake you up, momma.." He trails off. I smirk victoriously.

"Boy, all you need to do is wake me up.. I'm always happy to help a pretty boy like yourself." I kiss his jawline.

"C-could you help, momma? Please.. it hurt's so bad.. I-I need it." He begins slightly grinding into my hand. He's so needy: it's pitiful. I lick my lips.

"Hmm... lemme think about it baby." I go to remove my hand from his progressively greedy grinds, but he reaches for my hand and places it back, desperately.

"Please, momma! I need it so bad." He begs. God, he's so pretty when he begs.

"Okay, baby boy.. no need to get antsy! I'll give you everything you need. Dontchu worry, baby. " He moans at the confirmation that I give him. He grabs my shirt and holds me close.

"T-thank you so, so, so much momma. It was so hard without you." He whispers as he tears up.

"Oh, poor baby. I know, i know. No need to cry. Go get on the bed, baby boy." I kiss him on his trembling lips and lick his bottom lip. I turn around and direct him to get on the bed. He follows my order and sits up against the headboard. He grounds himself and takes a few deep breaths.

I waltz over to the bed, and I climb ontop of him. I straddle his hips, and I feel his cock brush up against my increasingly soaked pussy. I moan and halt.

"Come on baby boy. Let's get out of these uncomfortable boxers. I'm sure they're hurting you so bad." I lick down his neck, and I reach under his boxers to begin pulling them off. He hurriedly rips them off, and I get a view of his cock.

It's delightfully engorged, and his pretty tip leaks from the stimulation. It's so red, and the vein on the side is prominent. His smooth balls are drawn up, presumably from his play time earlier. I must have come in right before he came. His length never intimidated me, but his girth always left me gasping for breath. I sometimes struggle to wrap my hand around it.

I wrap myself on the side of him, and I grab his cock once again. He breathes out.

"You don't cum until I saw so, be a good boy for me." I demand. He nods and closes his eyes.

I reach up to his face, and I place my two fingers at his lips.

"Open." I order, and he listens. He opens his pretty, plump lips and wets my fingers like a good boy. I keep them in there for a few seconds longer and push them back further than I should have. He gags, but after he moans and grips onto my night shirt tight. Removing my fingers from his mouth, I reach back down, and finally, I begin stroking his pretty cock. He moans from the first real touch of the night, and I grin.

As I rub his cock, I reach my head down and bite his little nipples. It was a soft bite, but enough for him to feel it. I lave my tongue over the pebble, and he gasps. I continue to flick my wrist over his cock, but I stop and rub the slit in the top. It's wet from pre-cum, and I massage it into the skin. He whines and bucks his hips.

"m-momma, yo-I feel so good. Y-you're so good to me," He cries out as I remove myself from the side from him and hover over his hips. I continue caressing his cock.

"You better not cum, boy. You want to be momma's good boy, right? Right boy?" I question him, but I know he can't hold himself back.

"Yes m-m-momma! Please keep going.." He pleads with me.

I smile maliciously, and I bring my hips down to fit my lips snug with his cock.

"Well? Go ahead boy. You have to get yourself off. Go on." I demand. He looks taken aback, but he slowly begins to move his hips. His cock isn't inside me, but the friction from his bulbous tip rubbing against my clothed clit sends waves through. His grinding starts shaky, and his moans radiate through our small, dingy apartment. His hips stutter, but he grabs my arms and pulls me down. He holds me onto his chest, as he thrusts his bare and leaking cock into my pelvis. I look down at his face, and it is a beautiful site. His lids are hooded, and his lips are open in an O, releasing his moans and whimpers.

I look down at his pretty lips and lean down to kiss him. I slot my lips against his, and he moans into my mouth at the contact. His tongue tangles with mine, and his spit tastes like toothpaste and his cigarettes. Odd mixture, but it's so uniquely him that I can't get enough of the taste. I moan into his mouth, as his cock manages to hit my clit continuously. His hips falter, and he begins to cry out.

"Momma- I-I need to cum. Please, please, please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum so bad for you. I'll do anything!" He begs with his heart. Poor boy.

"Oh, baby boy. You can wait a little while longer. You will. I won't reward bad behavior." I grin as his pitiful eyes peer into mine.

"Wh-What do I have to do momma? I'll do anything!" He cries out, while slowing down his thrusts, so he doesn't disobey me. Good boy.

I halt his thrusts with a hand to the hip. He looks up, and his eyebrows raise in a silent beg. I move to remove my clothes. My shirt goes first, and while I take that off, I see his puppy eyes looking up at my tits. He reaches for them, but before he could grab one, I grab his hand.

"Patience, boy." I snap. I wasn't really mad. But I have to be a good momma and establish rules.

His sad eyes revere me from below. He's really such a good boy for me. I remove my shorts and the cold air hits the wetness covering my pussy. I shiver, but I go to hover over his face. His eyes widen, in excitement. His arms go to wrap themselves around my legs, and I don't say anything. His excitement is endearing.

"You know what to do. Be a good boy..." I wink down at him and sit down, not placing my full weight.

But before I realize what happened, he pulls me all the way down, to where my full weight was on his gorgeous face. I moan as his nose brushes my red, puffy clit. His tongue licks all around my hole, but not quite there yet. He licks my clit and gently puts my clit in between his teeth. I groan and grind on his face. He whimpers and moves his tongue from my clit to my hole. As he licks around my hole, his hand comes up to grab my tit. His fingers play with my nipple, and he pinches lightly. I grab the headboard, as the mix between pleasures becomes overwhelming. He holds firm onto my tit and continues his assault on my pussy.

"Y-you're such a good boy. I l-love you so much, my good boy. Mine." I whisper. When he hears me, his hips thrust into nothing and he groans into my cunt. The vibrations from his groan send bolts of electricity through my clit. I whimper, and he licks his tongue more vicariously over my clit. I begin to buckle on his face, as I feel the familiar feeling of euphoria wash over my pussy and my limbs.

"O-oh, good boy. You're mine. You're always gonna be mine: I'm always yours. Yeah, just like that... I-I'm gonna cum!" I cry out. These words send him into overdrive, and his eyes shoot open as he makes eye contact with me. He removes his hand from its comfortable place on my tit and places it on my clit. He begins to massage my clit fast, as his tongue continues his ministrations on my hole. I break eye contact with him, and I slump as his fingers on my clit send me into a full body orgasm. I grab onto the cheap headboard and wail out a "I love you" to my good boy. I remove one hand from the headboard and grip his hair as he continues his work on my oversensitive cunt. I look down at him and notice his half-lidded eyes. His green eyes are so fucking beautiful. The last spasm makes its way through my limp body, and I sigh in relief. He just sent me into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.

I remove my cunt from his face and look at him. His eyes are dazy and his entire lower face is covered in my slick. He did such a good job. I'm going to reward him so good.

"Baby, that was... you did so good. You're so good to me. My good boy." I kiss him and he smiles dopely into the kiss.

"I'm your good boy," he breathes out.

"Yes, baby boy. So good." I confirm. I go to give him his reward. He was so good.

I slot my hole over his dripping, aching cock. I rub myself over it. I shake from the stimulation, but this is about him.

"Mommy, please! It hurts so bad. I was so good." His big eyes look up at me, and I smile at him.

"Yes, baby. You were. Let momma take care of you." I soothe him and lower myself down slowly. His breath catches in his throat, and he cries out.

"Good boy, good boy. Make yourself cum in my pussy." His eyes widen at my order, as I never let him cum in my pussy. Tonight was special.

"Y-yes momma! Thank you so, so much." He babbles out, as his hips push up into my cunt. He isn't going to last long, but that's okay.

"C'mon boy. Use your momma's pussy." I egg him on, and his thrusts get even more sloppy. There is no rhythm behind them, as he chases release. His balls draw up tightly.

"I-I love you momma! Can I come? Please?" He waits for permission. He really is the best boy.

"Of course, baby. Cum for me. Love you so much," I moan into his ear and begin to bring my hips up and down with his sloppy thrusts.

At that, he sobs out a "Love you, Momma," and firmly slots his hips into my cunt. I swivel my hips around, as he comes. He shakes and shakes, and as I swivel my hips around his. I rub his nipples, and I reach down to caress his face to comfort him through his powerful orgasm.

"A-Ahh! M-mommy! 'S too muc-" He pleads, but I swivel my hips harder to bring him to completion. His wails sound like music to my ears, as his hands grip the sheets. He begins to release the sheets, as I slow my hips.

"T-thank you so much." He says, and I smile. I caress my hand under his jaw, and I kiss his strong nose.

"You were such a good boy. The best boy." I look down at him endearingly.

As he finishes completely, I slowly remove my cunt from his cock, and he whimpers pitifully from the overstimulation. I feel the cum dripping from my hole onto the sheets, but I don't care right now.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?" I begin to clean up.

"No.. Just a rag," He asks embarrassed, as he realizes how much of our combined cum got on him. I grin and go to grab the rag and some fresh clothes. I grab our dirty clothes on the way.

As I begin to walk to the bathroom, I feel a hand grab mine, and I look back to see him teary-eyed.

"D-Don't leave me alone-" He begs. Sometimes, he gets like this. After the trap, he had a hard time being alone at all. He would cling to my clothes any time I had to go somewhere in the apartment. It would be endearing, or maybe annoying, had it not been for the reasoning. The poor boy had been left to die- so I understand. I won't ever let him feel like that again. He's better, but he still has a way to go.

"Okay, baby. We can clean up in the morning... Don't you worry." I grip his hand in reassurance. I place the dirty clothes on the floor and climb under the covers with him. I direct him to turn on his side, and I firmly place my cold body on his back. He always was the little spoon. He snuggles into me, as I hear his breathing even out. He isn't in panic mode any more. Good.

"I won't ever leave you, sweet thing. I love you," I lean over his ear, and I whisper.

"You're mine." I grip his hand, and I use the free hand to turn his head slightly. I place my lips onto his raw ones, and I pull back. I kiss up and down his lean neck, and he giggles.

"I love you," He whispers, as he closes his eyes.

"I love you too, Adam. More than you know." I breathe out.

I look at the alarm clock. Its 4:01. I have work in 5 hours. I'll call out. Adam is more important.

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight angst #adam stanheight fanart #saw x reader #adam stanheight x you #adam stanheight x reader #adam stanheight imagine #saw fanfic

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theworldofotps · 1 year

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Little Jealous (Drabble)

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader Word Count: 800 Description: Imagine you and Finn are FWB, he doesn’t really want to put a label and ‘neither do you’ (of course you’d love to label it but he doesn’t need to know that).

Wrote this little piece after @new-zealand-chic sent me this picture of Finn from Monday. Literally just threw it together and edited it a bit to make sense. It is a little fast paced but I still hope you enjoy💋

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________

One of the things you enjoyed about being friends with benefits with Finn was the freedom and adventure. You got to do whatever you wished without worrying about answering to anyone but yourself. And since you two were such great friends you got to hang out and meet a lot of your favorite superstars. Since he joined The Judgment Day you’d gotten to hang out with them more than anyone else when never Finn invited you out to see him. You became good friends with the other members, especially Damian.

So when you got a sudden call last weekend from Damian inviting you to fly out to Chicago so you could watch an episode of Raw in person you jump at the chance. Not only would you get to see all of them but also Finn, who you were missing a lot lately. But you’d never tell him that.

Flying out late Sunday night you checked into your hotel room sending Damian a text that you made it.The surprise on Finn’s face the next morning made your heart flutter as you hugged each person leaving him for last.

“I can’t believe you’re here, what are you doing in Chicago?” “Damian invited me out to visit you all and I had a few days off work. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is yeah.”

Finn smiled hugging you again pressing a kiss to the top of your head, both of you missing the satisfied smile on Damian’s face. After breakfast the five of you spent a few hours exploring the city. Since Finn was busy talking with Rhea and Dominik about his match tonight you hung back and chatted with Damian. Grabbing his arm when you’re startled by a sudden loud noise you nudge his ribs when he laughs at you.

“It’s not funny.”

“Because it was hilarious.”

He grinned giving you a side hug as you continued walking, neither of you noticing the occasional looks Finn would throw towards you both. ~ Fast forward to Finn’s match you flinched suddenly feeling someone sit beside you. Damian was wearing a hoodie and sunglasses. You chatted with him excitedly as you watched Finn come out. When Finn spots the two of you together he couldn’t help but snarl. He was sick of seeing you fawning all over Damian when it was supposed to be him you were here to see.

Spotting the look on his face you bit your lip and avoid meeting his gaze anymore, the rest of the night went by in a blur for you, except for Damian and Bad Bunny’s segment.

When the show finally ended Damian texted you to meet them backstage in their dressing room. So you followed a security guard and headed to meet up with your friends. Knocking on the door you rock on your feet freezing when Finn was the one to answer.

A towel riding low on his hips, water droplets from his shower still clinging to the skin. Your eyes slowly slid over him, you’d seen him naked before but this was something else.

“Shouldn’t you be with Priest?”

Blinking at the heat in his voice you rubbed the back of your neck confused on his change in behavior.

“Um, he told me to meet you guys here backstage.”

Finn leaned against the door watching you, the way your eyes kept drifting down his frame. Your tongue sliding out to wet your lips before looking at him again.

“Like what you see there love?”

Feeling your face heat up you nodded your head noticing the smirk on his face.

“Why were you snarling at me earlier?”

You ask softly watching as his demeanor turned slightly cold as he shrugged meeting your gaze again.

“I don’t like Priest trying to fuck around with what’s mine.”

Staring at him you feel your heart pick up, fucking around with whats his?

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“All day you’ve been up his ass and I don’t like it. You were supposed to be seeing me.”

“You were busy chatting with Rhea and Dom, Damian was the only one willing to talk to He invited me out here to see all of you because I’m friends with them too. Besides I don’t ever remember either of us claiming the other. You brought up the no labels thing when this first started.”

You stated crossing your arms, Finn eyed you before laughing darkly. His hand reaching out and pulling you close your hips flush with his as he spoke slowly backing you both into the dressing room. The door shutting behind you sent a shiver down your spin. Like it was sealing your fate, to what you didn’t know yet.

“Oh mo grá, we both know that you belong to me and no one else.”

#finn bálor #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #finn balor fanfiction #drabble

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silvervioletvalentine · 10 months

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🦋that’s how you get the girl🦋

Pairing : Jamie Drysdale x tatted biker cherrie!

Word count : 6k

Summary: in which he’s a smitten mess and sometimes the way to a girls heart is constantly embarrassing yourself in front of her.

Warnings : none? Fluff. Jamie being a nervous dork In love. Kinda a trial. First time writing for Jamie sooooo, it’s not the best but , when are they ever? Lemme know what u think as always xoxo

It wasn't a secret to anyone that Jamie happened to have a little bit of a crush on their hot, totally out of his league , neighbour .

As soon as he had seen her riding in on her Harley , covered in tattoos with long, half pink and hair black hair, piercings and with a bad attitude. It was over for him. Utterly Done for. Completely fucked.

Because she was cool as shit and she knew it too, barely paid any of them a single glance as she stepped off her motorbike, all those summer months ago, while they were all gathered outside the complex , messing around and just hanging out.

Every single one of their eyes has been on her, mouths gaping and hearts racing as they all turned their heads simultaneously to watch her confidently strut past them, shaking out her hair as she loosely held her helmet from her fingertips .

Only turning her head slightly to raise her pierced eyebrow at them , not looking impressed at all.

“Did school get out early or something?" She had snarked at them , making most of them snap their heads away quickly. Jamie being one of them, he only watched from beneath his lashes as Trevor, the idiot, arrogant , and believing he had a chance opened his big mouth .

Smirking over at her and gave her a flirty wink "fully a man baby." He corrected her slyly "but I wouldn't mind you teaching me a few things.."

She looked at him up and down, then scoffed meanly .

Laughing at him "I'll teach you how I'm going to break your jaw if you try that with me again." She casually told him .

Then without another glance black at the snickering and gaping group of guys , she strutted off just as quickly as she had arrived.

Leaving Trevor to blink at where she had been stood in disbelief , hands on hips as he let out a shocked 'huh'. "She was hot eh?"

Jamie had looked at him in disbelief , stunned.

Heart still racing in his chest with anxiety and palms sweating, unable to believe that she was their new neighbour . It was a scenario that guys wet dreams were made from.

“She literally just threatened you Trev." He reminded him in disbelief . Because If she said that to him, he probably would have pissed himself in fear and maybe shed a tear too. She was that intimidating. And hot. So fucking hot…

But Trevor just laughed loudly as though it was no big deal . Not unnerved at all. "she was only joking!" He believed . Receiving multiple looks of disbelief from his friends.

Then he glanced over, and finally noticed the way Jamie’s eyes kept shifting back to the door that she had disappeared into. His lips curling into a slow smirk as he chuckled slyly to himself , seeing the new infatuation being written all over his friends face.

So it really wasn't a surprise , that three months later, after listening to Jamie go on and on about how cool she was and how beautiful she looked almost daily. Despite never talking to her, only ever turning around and sprinting away when he saw her coming his way.

Trevor wasn't surprised at all when , as they came back from practice , Jamie suddenly froze beside him as he caught sight of Cherrie coming down the stairway towards them. Looking like a bombshell like usual.

And really Trevor thought that Jamie should really appreciate how good of a friend he actually was. Because if he wasn’t such a good friend , he would totally be trying to charm her into his bed. Maybe proposing to her on the second date too.

She was that hot.

Nudging his friend , Trevor muttered to him quickly "stop looking so scared." Before casually grinning over at her happily .

“Hey Cherrie! New tat?" He asked her cheerfully , glancing down at her leg to see a large snake tattooed up her thigh with a dagger going through it.

That wasn't there yesterday when he was gazing in awe at said legs in a daze .

Because Unlike Jamie, Trevor had made the effect to annoy her into becoming reluctant friends with him.

Well, he called her his friend , she just called him 'the annoying asshole who won't stop following her around.'

But whatever. He got his own way because after he had found out that she was a tattoo artist , he had begged her to do his own. She charged him double but he got her to open up a little bit, realised that underneath that intimidating image of hers she really was just a cool chick.

And well, Trevor was a good friend , so he had been trying to talk up Jamie to her for weeks now. Casually bringing him up in conversations , letting her know how great he was at hockey , that he was such a nice guy.

She didn't look like she believed him and maybe it was because Jamie couldn't look her in the eye and had yet to utter a full sentence to her, but Trevor was determined to get Jamie in with her.

He thought that they would look good together and quite frankly , he was sick of seeing his friend mope about. Those puppy eyes were killing him.

"Yeah. Looks good huh?" She said with a small grin , looking at the new tat on her thigh contently .

Jamie was looking at it too, just blinking slowly as he imagined tracing the outline of the snake with his tongue , throat going dry as he realised that the tail of the snake disappeared up her hip, and underneath ber shorts , the ink not doubt wrapping around her hip snugly.

His brain short circulated and he realised a little too late that there was a sudden lull in their conversation , that Trevor was jabbing his elbow into his side sharply.

Making him flinch and snap his head back up with wide eyes , cheeks flushing when he saw them both staring at him.

Trevor looking exasperated and Cherrie just looking bored.

"I was telling her that you scored during the game last weekend." He gritted out , widening his eyes at him, motioning for him to do something.

‘say something.’ He mimed at him frantically.

Jamie just let out a strangled hum and nodded his head , eyes flickering back down to his shoes shyly.not saying something at all.

Trevor sighed and tried not to bury his head in his hands in second hand embarrassment.

Cherrie frowned at him , taking in his backwards cap and basketball shorts , tank top showing off his toned arms and patchy sunburn.

Yet she felt something soften inside her , noticing the way he wouldn't meet her eyes. Like, Ever.

Noticing that this wasn't the first time that he didn't speak to her either.

Her brows furrowed in concern "do you speak at all?" She asked him, not trying to be mean. But she was genuinely curious . Considering how mouthy his best friend was, she expected Jamie to be a chatter box too.

Trevor nudged his side harshly again making him splutter , embarrassment painting his face a bright pink as he felt his eyes widen again . Realising how rude he must seem, just standing there, not saying a thing.

"Yeah! Yeah. Sorry." He laughed out nervously, fidgeting with the cap on his head. Wanting to melt away on the spot.

Kill him now. He thought miserably.

Trevor mentally face Palmed at his shy behaviour , then tried to help him like the good friend he thought himself to be .

“He's single." He suddenly told Cherrie with a grin , waving his hand at Jamie ike he was presenting a prize.

Jamie’s head snapped towards his friend in disbelief , mouth dropping open as he gaped at him in horror , hissing his name . "Trevor!" Unable to believe what he was doing.

His skin crawling with mortification, this was like something out of his nightmares.

To make it worse, Cherrie eyed him up and down and smirked "I'm not surprised." She simply replied , pulling out her phone as it buzzed .

Typing away as she texted back her friend , not even looking at them anymore . "You gotta speak to girls first. No point having a cute face if you turn to fucking stone like I'm medusa or something every time you see me." She said to Jamie in amusement , not giving them another glance before she walked away. Around the corner and out of their sight.

Leaving Jamie to stare at where she had been stood, lips pursed in absolute embarrassment, hands on his flaming cheeks as he tried not to die from shame.

Trevor was beaming at him, slapping his shoulder excitedly . "You hear that dude? She thinks you're cute!" Getting a blank look in return.

Trudging back to their apartment , Jamie's face a scene of misery as he groaned "dude.." utterly mortified . Wishing that he could be as cool and confident as Trevor was around her.

It was just , every time he saw her his brain just simply said, no! And stopped working. Every social cue and every bit of common sense left him. Leaving him a blushing , spluttering mess at just a simple glance from her.

He kind of hated her for being so fucking beautiful. I mean, how was it fair for her to look like that? With those eyes and that fucking sarcastic mouth...how was he supposed to act normally? She was like, a wet dream. And she lived right next door .

He was completely fucked but not in the way he wanted to be with her.

It wasn't fair. He wanted to whine. Wasn't fair at all.

"She knows." He muttered with a sigh of misery , throwing himself down on thier couch with a loud groan.

Trevor just laughed "of course she knows! The hint is the fact that you turn red and suddenly forgot how to speak when she's near. I mean, you're not exactly subtle dude." He told him in amusement. Patting the top of his head in pity.

Jamie slapped his hand away with a huff, placing a pillow over his face as he whined into it "I can't believe she knows!"

Trevor rolled his eyes at him with a grin "course she does. Plus she's like-" he paused to get himself a drink "one of those boss bitches who knows what she wants. Makes her even hotter."

It just made him more upset "which is not me! She thinks I'm stupid!" He muttered.

Trevor sighed "no she doesn't." He said to him trying to make him feel better "she thinks you’re a little pathetic yeah.."

Jamie's glared at him, face burning "that isn't helping!" He hissed.

His friend nodded apologetically , wincing "right . Yeah sorry bud." He quickly got back on track.

"but you gotta at least try. I mean I've heard you sleep talk about her j. This isn't just some stupid crush anymore is it?" He knew.

Jamie's just sighed sadly "she's my dream woman." He mumbled. Wishing he could just be the man she wanted.

Trevor winced in sympathy for his friend. Having never seen him so down bad In his life, he hated seeing him so sad and miserable .

He had to do something .

"And I know you cried yourself to sleep when she brought home that guy last weekend." He added bluntly . Because Jamie wasn’t a quite crier at all.

Jamie grimaced , hating that their walls were so thin that he heard every moan and banging of her headboard against his wall.

It had been a long night , and if he hadn't had been so upset , he might have been turned on listening to her moan and whimper all night long .

But alas, he was a lovesick fool and knowing that some other guy was fucking her, that he wasn't even a second thought in her pretty head, only hurt him more.

Having a boner with a aching heart was a weird and awful experience .

Definitely Not one he wanted to repeat.

"She's a screamer." He mumbled sadly , head in his hands . "Sounded like she was having fun." He bitterly muttered. "There was no headphones that played music loud enough... I hate that guy."

Trevor snorted a little "no shit. God dude..this is just sad . You're making even me feel bad.." he told him honeslty .

Jamie frowned over at him, "help me then!" He pleaded "I don't know what to do,"

Trevor grinned widely and clapped his hands together excitedly. Loving that he got to meddle

"we're gonna get you the woman of your dreams dude. I promise." He promised him . And crossed his fingers.

Planning to be more confident with her like Trevor instructed him to be , Jamie actually managed to say hello to Cherrie the next morning .

Bumping into her on his way to training, he gave her his best smile, though it felt slightly strained as he tried not to stare too obviously at her in her running shorts and sports bra. Panting as she tried to catch back her breath.

She gave him a small head nod , chugging on her water as he hovered t by the door. Remembering Trevor telling him to tell her how pretty she looked the next time he saw her , he opened his mouth before he could even think straight

"I like your hair." He blurted out , cringing at how awkward he sounded. But it was too late to back out now because she was looking at him, and frowning.

She ran a hand over her hair that was sticking up in several places, sweaty and wild . Having just pulled it out from the scrunchie it was held in.

“It's a mess. I've just been running so.."

"I know.." he awkwardly nodded his head, shoving his shaky hands in his pockets "it's always like that." Eyes widening as he tried to correct himself "I mean-I like how it always is."

Cherrie frowned back at him in confusion "my hair is Always messy?" And clearly a little offended too,

Panicking , he quickly shook his head, laughing

nervously "no! No. I mean-you have hair-"

She snorted in amusement "no shit." She said, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him try to fix the mess he had made.

Fighting back a smile at his pink cheeks and shifting eyes, finding herself softening towards him.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him, that just wasn't who she was.

On the other side of the wall where Jamie had shoved him as soon as he saw her coming , Trevor was dying.

Squeezing his eyes shut in second hand embarrassment, shaking his head in disbelief as he listened to his best friend fuck up something simple as complimenting her. Hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh and give himself away.

Jamie just sighed in misery , eyes to the ceiling as he managed to get out "I just like it alright? I like the colour and how pretty it looks. I like how wild it is." He mumbled quietly.

Softening completely , she patted him on the back with a little grin.

Shaking her head at him in amusement "nice try Jamie." She told him teasingly , watching his eyes flickering up to her. Audibly Swallowing when he met her gaze .

"I like the effort.." she said before trailing her eyes down to his chest, lips twitching in an effort not to laugh.

“Even if your shirt is on inside out." She teased him, flicking his shirt with her fingertip before giving him a little wink and leaving .

Jamie looked down at his shirt and let out the biggest groan ever , mortified. Again.

His head snapping over to the wall as he heard his friends obnoxious laughter , seeing him sidling down the wall with amused tears in his eyes as he cried with laughter .

"Why didn't you tell me I had my shirt on inside out?!" He exclaimed annoyed , kicking his shin .

Quickly correcting it in case she came back down again. Feeling his ears heat up his just like his face in embarrassment, wondering when His misery would ever end.

Trevor cackled obnoxiously"I didn't Notice! Oh my god-" he gasped out "I can't believe you said 'you have hair!' What happened to just telling her how pretty she is?" He teased him .

Jamie kicked him again. Huffing loudly as he stormed off, heading out the building while Trevor ran after him. Still laughing hysterically. Not looking like he was going to stop anytime soon.

Pitifully Patting his back and telling him that maybe the second time would be the charm.

Jamie kept trying and he kept failing at it all.

He said hello, then managed to trip over his own two feet and nearly take them both backwards down the stair case last Friday.

That had been a heart stopper and Cherrie had been the one to haul him up off his ass, managing to catch herself on the banister at the last minute. Scolding him for being so clumsily as she asked him why the hell he was rushing on the stairs in the first place.

Too see you. He wanted to say.

Instead Managing to come up with some weak excuse about being cold and forgetting his jacket despite it being hot out.

She didn't believe him and he knew it. But he ended up leaving that encounter wearing her oversized leather jacket. So really . Not a total losing game.

So He kept saying hello and she kept smiling at him, finally giving him the time of day each time they crossed paths. He told her that he liked her Harley, she told him that he needed to put on suncream because he was turning into mr crab. But he blushed at the thought of her caring about his burning skin . Took that for another baby step.

He was trying . That was something. It was better than moping about on his ass waiting for her to fall in love with him without doing anything.

Which was how he found himself baking cookies at midnight , knocking at her door before he could talk himself out of it.

Smiling shyly at her when she opened the door with a frown, glanced up at him and then down to the tray in his hands . Then sighed.

"Jamie." She said , glancing down at his Batman sweatpants and old tshirt , amused at how fluffy his hair was . Eyes wide and hopeful as he looked at her like a lost puppy.

She sighed again, any snapping resort about disturbing her sleep falling away she let him in. She wasn't cruel enough to kick a puppy , especially not one as cute as Jamie was.

"I baked cookies." He stated the obvious while placing the tray down onto her counter. Smiling at her .

"I see that." She muttered while eyeing the burnt and weirdly shaped mess he called cookies .

He nodded at them hopefully "try one."

She warily picked one up and took a smile bite, forcing back a wince at the sharp, not at all cookie like taste.

She hummed a little, forcing herself to swallow. "It's..." horrible.

But she looked up and saw his wide eyes and blushing cheeks, the way he was nervously shuffling on his feet in her kitchen at midnight , she sighed in defeat .

"It's different." She settled on saying instead .

“did you follow a recipe?" She asked him . Taking another bite and hoping to god that this didn't give her the shits.

He smiled , lighting up as he watched her eat his cookies humming as she did so.

“Yeah." He nodded his head proudly "I did. But I lost it half way though but i remembered most of it." He had just chucked shit in and hoped for the best really.

She tried not to choke on the dry cookie as she swallows it down quickly . Clearing her throat and grabbing herself a glass of water, chugging it down before she could choke for real .

"Well. Well done on trying Jamie . It's the thought that counts. Though I'm not sure why you're baking me cookies at midnight." She mumbled , wondering why she was trying so hard to protect his feelings at all.

If it was anyone else she would have laughed in their face and thrown the cookies in the trash after telling them to never try baking again, because it was shit.

But Jamie had kind eyes and and even prettier , shy smile. So unlike the tough guys that she surrounded herself with daily .

And for some reason she felt herself softening , even patting his arm gently , watching the way he looked down at her hand on his arm and swallowed . Grinning to himself like an idiot.

He shrugged, aiming for nonchalance and failing "I just wanted to." He said "plus you look like you would like eating cookies."

At that, she dropped her hand from his arm and glared at him.

“Are you calling me fat?" The disbelief was clear in her voice.

His eyes almost popped out of his head in panic , gasping loudly "no! No! Oh my god." He groaned.

"Fuck no! You're perfect. I just mean- I overheard you talking on the phone a few days ago about how sad you were that your bakery didn't make your favourite cookies anymore. So I thought I'd try and make you some." He rambled to her , swallowing thickly when he looked back up from his feet to see Cherrie just looking at him with an unreadable look on her face.

And Cherrie felt her heart melt , sighing long and hard in disbelief at how sweet this silly guy was. Groaning at what she was about to do, she rolled her eyes and opened up her arms for him .

"You little shit, come here." She smiled a little fondly , amused by the way he practically threw himself into her arms without any shame . Taking the chance while he had it.

"That's stupidly sweet. Thank you Jamie." She muttered as she hugged him.

Jamie smiling into her shoulder in bliss As he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back .

Heart racing in his chest as he felt her hand run soothing circles in his back, muttering something he couldn't hear against his chest as he held her close. Feeling like he was In heaven.

"You're welcome." He smiled bashfully .

She sighed again , pulling away from the hug after a minute . Hesitating for a moment before finally telling him "you and Trevor should come to the bar with us tomorrow."

Jamie looked at her worriedly "will your friends be there?" He asked her quietly .

Having seen the large , tatted and insanely intimidating guys that she hung out with. Every single one of them looked like something out of prison break or something , and all of them could squish him like a fly if they wanted . It scared him a little.

Cherrie , oblivious to his worries, nodded casually "yeah of course. It's tiny’s friends bar so.." she laughed a little.

And If one of those guys was nicknamed tiny then he dreaded to wonder what the biggest one was called . Because not one of them were under six feet tall.

But he wanted her to like him like he did her, wanted to be near her . So he nodded his head with a smile "yeah. Okay, cool. We'll come." He agreed easily because it was her.

It didn't matter how scared he was, he was going. Because she had invited him too.

Cherrie nodded her head , pleased. Then she smirked at him and handed him a cookie "try one." She said.

He took it from her , took a bite and spat it straight back out in disgust.

Spluttering as he looked at her with wide eyes "ah shit." He sighed . Blushing.

Then they both laughed. "Nice try though." She said.

The next night and Jamie was holed up in the booth surrounded by large, hairy , tattooed bikers all looking at him in a varied mixed of amusement and confusion.

Trevor having the time of his life as he confidently chatted away, not scared in the slightest.

"This is great. You guys are great." Trevor grinned at them happily , patting the large biker’s arm next to him. Taking no notice of the way he looked down at where he had touched him slowly , narrowing his eyes at him.

Tiny, who was not tiny at all, rose a brow at them while they waited for Cherrie to come back from the bar with her drink.

"Which one of you is Jamie?" He asked them gruffly.

Having heard nothing but that name for the past week. And well, they all saw her like a sister, so he was feeling a little protective about the possibility of this new guy in her life that they were only now meeting .

Jamie shrunk down in seat whil Trevor proudly jabbed his thumb at his friend, obliviously and Jamie wanted to kill him .

“This is! He's a hockey player like me! We're roommates." He told them wiggling his eyebrows, grinning .

The other biker beside tiny rose a brow "oh." He nodded his head , more hair than face.

"we accept that. No need to be afraid. I hate those hippies but love is love." He told them, assuming the scared look on Jamie's face was for another reason .

Jamie went a dark red , Trevor looking at them dumbly just as Cherrie came back to the table.

Not helping at all as she handed Jamie a bright pink cocktail with a smile "I had them make it for you , I know it's your favourite ." She said.

Jamie took the cocktail from her with a shy thanks , sighing miserably . "Where's yours ?" He asked her quietly as she sat beside him. Thigh to thigh.

She laughed loudly "im drinking whiskey baby." She ruffled his hair. A few whiskeys in already.

She looked over at Trevor in confusion when he suddenly started laughing really loudly , only now realising what the guys thought they were .

"Oh no!" He laughed while grinning widely , nudging Jamie shoulders in amusement .

"he's my best friend! Not lovers! Jamie wants this tough cookie-" he nudged Cherrie , who shot him a look. Utterly Confused.

Jamie wanted to die. Sipping on his pink cocktail as he sank even lower in his seat.

The biggest of the guys , who hadn't said a word since they arrived, scoffed lowly .

Jamie meeting his icy arms and shivering , eyeing the skeleton bones tattooed across his face , hair shaved down to the scalp, knuckles scabbed from fighting. He was twice his size in both height and width , and Honestly he reminded him of a character in GTA.

He swallowed at the glare he got from him, fingers trembling as he clutched at his thigh nervously , eyeing the exit door to his right as he wondered if he could outrun this guy if he needed to.

He felt like he would need to.

"Didn't know you hung around fratboys now." He grunted. Staring him down.

Trevor paused, finally stopped grinning as he realised that there was sudden tension. And that the guy looked like he maybe wanted to kill Jamie with his eyes .

Cherrie looked over at him and rolled her eyes "don't be a dick." She muttered , frowning in annoyance .

While she was distracted , Trevor nudged poor Jamie and muttered "I think that's her ex." He told him, making his eyes widen in disbelief .

“I've seen him at her apartment before. I think you've heard them."

Jamie went pale , mouth dropping open as he looked at his friend in disbelief. "I stand absolutely no chance then! What the fuck-" he hissed beneath his breath. Horrified.

His head snapping back up to the table as he Heard the guy speak again, still glaring at him.

He shifted uneasily on his seat again , Cherrie picking up on his nerves this time as she glanced at him. Frowning.

"He looks stupid." He insulted . Laughing meanly.

Cherrie glared back at him, placing her hand over Jamie's underneath the table .

Making him go still as he looked down at their hands, his fingers twitching as he hesitantly slid the palm of his hand between her own. Holding her hand. Taking his chance.

"Shut the fuck up. Have you looked in a mirror lately pin head?" She tossed back at him without missing a beat. Annoyed.

He rolled his eyes at her, scoffing "he looks like he forgets his own name. Not your type at all."

At that, Cherrie lost it. "My type? Maybe I like stupid hockey boys!" She snapped , making Jamie side eye her.

Not knowing whether to be insulted or not but she was still holding his hand and fighting for his honour so. He chose not to be.

"Come on!" Her ex laughed cruelly , motioning towards Jamie with a smirk "what does he have that I don't?"

She laughed coldly, slamming her glass down on the table. "He has everything you don't. That's the fucking point dumbass.-" she spat before suddenly standing to her feet , dragging Jamie up along with her.

Not even looking at him, too busy glaring at her dickhead of an Ex. "And you know what?" She smirked over at him, tugging Jamie into her side proudly .

"I'm gonna to go home and fuck Jamie so hard that he forgets how to even play hockey!" She practically yelled for all to hear , seeing red.

Jamie choked on his own breath , looking down at her with wide eyes. Going red as he felt his heart race in his chest.

"oh my god." He practically squeaked while watching her get worked up defending him.

It was so hot and Jamie shifted on his feet, heat pooling In his stomach because what the fuck?

He glanced over to his friend only to see Trevor giving him a thumbs up, looking excited .

Jamie just blinked back at him in disbelief , feeling like he was going insane. A Fever dream as she tugged at his arm , spat another insult at him before dragging him out of the bar completely .

They ended up walking the block in silence for a least ten minutes before Jamie finally managed to gather the courage to find his voice again.

Glancing shyly down at their still intertwined hands, he swallowed thickly .

“Cherrie?" He spoke up nervously . Heart pounding.

She just hummed calmly , eyes to the stars. "Yeah?"

He hesitated for a moment before mumbling "were you-were you serious in there? What you said.."

She glanced over at him then, lips twitching.

face calm and unbothered as she replied casually "about fucking you when I get home?"

He nodded his head silently . Speechless.

She side eyed him, more than amused. Humming a little teasingly "is that what you want?" She asked him confidently .

He nodded his head rapidly . Making her laugh a little as his clear eagerness.

"Yeah but like-" he looked down at their hands, swinging them lighting between them as they walked "not just that." He muttered shyly.

She laughed lightly , admiring his face underneath the shitty street lights . Realising just how pretty he really was.

“No?"

He bit his bottom lip anxiously , shaking his head again. "No. I want.." he couldn't get the words out , heartbeat in his mouth

"I want..ya know..." he was hoping she would understand without him having to say it.

But she wasn't going to make it easy for him. She never did.

Shaking her head at him in amusement as she brought them to a sudden stop. Feeling his palm become sweaty in her hand as he squeezed it three times.

"no , I don't know Jamie. You've gotta use your big boy words and tell me." She told him teasingly , waning to hear him say it.

He huffed a little in embarrassment, "I want to take you out." He rushed out before he could chicken out completely .

She rose a brow at him, smiling "like...with a gun?" she joked.

Before seeing the upset look on his face as he realised she wasn't taking him seriously , she quickly pulled him closer to her with a small laugh. Pinching his hip with her fingertips in fondness.

"I get it." She said "you want to date me so hard." She teased.

He just nodded his head, face serious as he asked her "so can I? Date you?" Hope written across his face as he hesitantly slid his hands down to her hips, holding her close .

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, biting back a grin.

“What do I get out of it?" She asked him quietly . Admiring him, silently watching his lashes flutter as he let out a shaky sigh.

"A boyfriend that will love you forever and worship the ground you walk on?" He whispered to her hopefully, meaning it.

He knew that she would be it for him. He just wanted to be the one for her too.

Cherrie let out a quiet laugh and sighed , shaking her head at the man looking down at her like she was his entire world in amazement .

Unable to believe that she had gotten this lucky .

"Sounds like a good deal to me." She simply replied , grinning fully now.

He beamed down at her, cupping her face in his hands excitedly . Eyes shining as he breathed out a giddy "yeah? Really?"

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin. "Really." Then she leant up on her toes and kissed him, laughing at the way he couldn't contain his happiness , grinning into the kiss as he held her close .

Kissing all over her face in glee as he promised to be the best boyfriend she ever had.

Trevor was right. He couldn't believe it .

He got the girl of his dreams by just embarrassing himself in front of her over and over again.

Huh. Who would have thought.

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