#i used to think his voice was too weirdly deep but after that i changed my mind lol
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deadly kiss
chief architect jaehyun x chief engineer fem reader
genre: office au, enemies? to lovers, dom x dom and trying to force each other to sub, romance, smut, fluff
warnings: +18, alcohol, language, explicit sexual content, oral fem receiving, fingering, random sir kink because i was horny like that, use of pet name baby for her during sex, gagging on fingers and sucking, light choking, raw, sex in office, creampie.
words: 12k+
have this little something as I warm up back into writing. it was supposed to be longer and with some angst but it has been in my drafts for monthssss and I was sick of it ehaheah enjoy. if some of these things happened to me irl no they didnt :)
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Present, Monday 2 after the Kiss
That morning you woke up feeling the best you have felt in a hot minute. The sun was shining, the outfit you prepared looked good, you had no trouble putting on makeup that day and your hair looked great. Nothing could have disrupted such a holy morning.
Well, besides a pile of A3 papers on your desk.
The sigh that escaped your chest as you stepped into your office sounded so defeated that your colleagues turned around in their wheeled chairs to check if you were okay.
It’s not like you hated to have piles of paper on your desk. That was your job after all.
It was the owner of those papers that made you roll your eyes so far back in your head that you saw green stars.
“Can you kindly check these and confirm they’re okay? JJ :)”
You stared at that yellow Post-it on top of the pile and the smiley face as if they committed a crime.
“I don’t think you architects have any conception of math or physics,” you said, placing the papers on Jaehyun's desk maybe a bit too harshly.
The man looked down at them with open palms then he prepared his cocky smile before lifting his eyes to look at you.
He took his time with that: starting from the waist, going up slowly, shamelessly going over your breasts and finally face.
"Hi," he tilted his head to one side and rested two fingers on his cheek.
You rolled your eyes.
"That project is halfway fucked," you explained, indicating the papers with your chin.
Jaehyun's expression changed to a fake frown, going as far as giving you a little pout. "Oh, we can't allow that. Projects deserve to be fucked until the end. Just like yo-"
You interrupted. "I swear if you continue that phrase, Jeong-"
"Then what?" he interrupted you as well.
His eyes were dark. Eyelids low. But they were sparkling.
You wouldn’t get intimidated. "I'll get you fired,” you said.
He chuckled. “That’s not what you said last weekend.”
That’s right. It was all your fault. You’ve been bearing the heaviness of that fault for a few days now, in silence, and Jaehyun was just trying to make it even more difficult.
You leaned down slowly, looking around with circumscription but none of his crazy architect colleagues were paying attention to you two. If usually they’d be drinking champagne at 11 am discussing a building that breaks every law of gravity, they were weirdly dead inside that day. The project was probably kicking their ass too.
Jaehyun stared at your cleavage underneath the dangling necklace you had around your neck before looking back up into your furious eyes.
“Only because we made the mistake of kissing while drunk that Friday night, it doesn’t mean you can be unprofessional. Do you understand me?”
The man’s eyes flickered and his cocky expression didn’t leave his pretty features. But he nodded once. “Yes, ma’am.”
You straightened your back and cleared your voice, ignoring how that reply made your stomach churn. You blamed it on rage. Hearing his deep voice so up close made you irrationally mad.
“Look again at that proposal of yours and the adjustments I made. I can give you a physics crash course if you need it.”
“Really? Would you?”
“I was being sarcastic. Do you think engineers in this place have time to babysit you little artsy people?”
“Maybe I can give you something back for the effort?”
You scoffed and crossed your arms, expecting some usual Jeong Jaehyun bullshit, like ‘a kiss’, ‘a date’, ‘my cock’. But he stood up and pulled down his dress pants on the thighs before getting the papers you gave him back and stacking them well together.
“Like some artistic eye since you clearly lack that,” he said.
You felt your jaw tighten at the insinuation.
He got closer, his lips almost touching your ear. “There’s no need to be rude to me only because you think I’m attractive,” he lowered his voice, the little smirk never leaving his face. “I can play this game too.”
You opened your mouth to reply but the swoosh he created by walking away made your hair get into it.
“Thank you for the review,” he added already a few meters away.
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“It’s a theme park.”
You licked your lips with furrowed eyes, your tongue still faintly tasting the hair conditioner. The meeting of the day was to announce the new project the firm was about to take on. One of the many you've been going crazy over lately. Of course, you had to be the one to take notes that day. You enjoyed the fair share of responsibilities your company had, but sometimes you really missed having a little secretary to do the little jobs for you.
You sighed as your nails tapping on the keyboards accompanied the voice of the speaker.
“There will be a few main rides we’ll be responsible for. Our engineers are great and I have huge trust in you all. For this task, you’ll have to work with the architecture team though.”
Your typing stopped. A few of your colleagues murmured. Engineers were usually complete individuals. They could build rides for a theme park themselves with no need from the weirdos of the other office. They usually needed the engineers, never the opposite.
“I think we’re capable of working on this on our own, sir,” you said.
The man sighed as if he expected the resistance.
“This is just to ensure the theme park will also be-” he hesitated, “pretty.”
The murmurs got louder.
“Sir, you’ve seen my portfolio,” someone argued.
“I designed a theme park on my own for my final university project and last year I-” somebody else added.
The man lifted his palms like a tired father. “I know, I know. And your work is ideal. It is, however, very boring. Ugly colours. Mechanical innovation, yes. Is it interesting to look at? No. You’ll work with the architects. Meeting closed.”
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Jaehyun didn’t have to ask anyone why you all were mad as fuck after exiting the meeting hall. The rumour of the firm taking onto the project of a theme park has been whispered around in the CEO’s office for a few days now and he was lucky to have a charming personality and become friends with him. From the look on your face, you didn’t know and Jaehyun would have wanted to stop you and ask if you also wanted a coffee, maybe clown you a bit, but he didn’t manage to. He brought the white cup to his lips instead and blew the steam, going back with his mind to the Friday night, when you were doing the same.
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Past, 2 weeks ago, the Kiss day
“Coffee so late at night?” Jaehyun asked, getting closer to the drinks table. You were resting your red-wrapped hips on it, looking bored.
“I had too much to drink already. Trying to sober up,” you replied and your voice came so muffled that Jaehyun had to stop and look at your face.
You weren’t bored.
You were completely drunk. Absolutely shit-faced.
That wasn’t the most surprising part though. Everyone was drunk at that office party. Jaehyun himself was feeling too lightheaded for his liking. It was something else.
“Are you acting cute right now?” he asked with a mix of shock and amusement.
Your lips were pouty on the brim of the cup you were holding. You shook your head.
Then you tried to take another sip from the steamy coffee but your wavering hand missed your mouth and the dark liquid slowly descended from your chin towards your chest instead.
“Shit,” you looked down at your dress.
“God, are you okay?” Jaehyun was quick to grab a napkin. “Did you burn yourself?”
He took the cup from your hands and put it on the table behind you before gently tapping away at your neck.
“No, it was just warm,” you assured him. “It’s very sticky though. Poured too much sugar. I’ll go wash up,” you announced and placed your palms on his chest to gently push him away from your path. Jaehyun watched your back as you tried to walk towards the corridor but the way you were dangling to one side and then the other in your high heels made his anxiety go through the roof.
“Wait, I’ll help you,” he wrapped your shoulders with one arm.
You hummed as if appreciative and Jaehyun blinked a few times, squinting then relaxing his eyes to try and read all the signboards and see where the hell the bathroom was on that floor. He was also almost shitfaced from the suspicious wine the office brought, but also, he forgot his glasses home that day.
What a couple of losers you two were.
“Listen, I think we need to go down a few floors. I have no idea where the hell the bathroom is here.”
You hummed again and leaned with all of your weight against Jaehyun’s chest. Your eyes were closed as if about to fall asleep.
Jaehyun sighed, a little sarcastic “great” huffing from his chest. He let his arm fall from your shoulders to your waist for better support and he hit the lift button with his knuckles. It was fortunately already there and Jaehyun had to half drag you and half push you inside of it. For a moment he felt relieved, but then your weight pushed him against the wall and he had to wrap his arms around you again to not make you slide down.
“Can you just hold yourself up for a second?” he felt irritated.
But his expression relaxed as you lifted your face. Your half-closed eyes and open lips made him gulp.
“Can you smile for once? I really like your dimples,” you replied and poked one of his cheeks.
Jaehyun was flabbergasted. The stuck-up, boring, and work-obsessed chief engineer was poking his cheek while her coffee-shined tits were pressed against his tie? He felt like seeing you for the first time.
“Ah, come on!” you added, grabbing his face with your hands and making him pout. “You never smile.”
“I smile a lot, you just never look at me,” he tried to speak while your thumb was digging into his cheek. Unfortunately, he thought, but he kept that to himself.
You tried to say something else but the ding of the elevator made Jaehyun look towards the opening doors towards a dark corridor. You turned his face towards you again and leaning in, you pressed a chaste kiss on his plump pink lips.
Jaehyun’s eyes widened and although drunk, you looked surprised as well. “Shit, sorry,” you tried to take a step back but Jaehyun’s palms on your waist didn’t let you go.
He slid one hand on your neck, right below the ear and pulled your face back to meet his lips again. You hummed, closing your eyes and firstly grabbed at his jacket before you finally decided to wrap his neck with your arms and abandon yourself in the kiss. Your lips tasted like sweet coffee and Jaehyun hoped it could sober him up as well because he felt suddenly very dizzy. And when you slid your tongue inside his mouth he almost moaned, letting his palms caress your spine before groping at your soft ass. Your body got even closer to his and he had to move just once to pin you against the elevator wall. You grunted and Jaehyun wondered if he pushed into you too harshly, but then you kissed him again as if you could not get enough and he relaxed, welcoming the leg you lifted on his hip. Your skin felt soft under his fingertips and it felt even softer under his lips as he started to kiss your jaw, going down your neck following the coffee trail and cleaning it up with his tongue until it reached the chest. Your eyes were closed and your hands in his hair were making his half-hard cock throb too much. With an enormous almost inhuman force he stopped, hands resting on both sides of your head, chest lifting and falling quickly. Your sensual gaze made him gulp and when you talked, he could barely hear it.
“What?”
“I said, what department are you from? Sales?”
“I’m an architect. Jeong Jaehyun?”
Your face fell so fast that Jaehyun had to take a small step back.
“God,” you furrowed your eyebrows, “not an architect.”
Jaehyun had to remain still for a few minutes after you left to process the whole situation.
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Past, Monday 1 after the Kiss
Monday morning came quicker than you expected and with it the memories of Jeong Jaehyun the architect’s tongue inside your mouth. The elevator you were taking was the same and with the corner of your eye, you could exactly pinpoint where he pushed you against the wall to give you the best make-out session of your whole life. You shuddered and looked away. You psyched yourself to forget everything the whole weekend, or at least, to stop worrying about it, but it was very hard when you knew you would end up seeing him at work. You tried to drink from the cup you were holding but the taste of coffee made your brain buzz with the memory of Jaehyun licking up the sweet and bitter liquid from the swell of your breasts as if he was doing it at that moment too.
You really drunkenly kissed a coworker? An architect? Your university friends would probably laugh at you for the rest of their lives.
You didn’t know much about him so you hoped that by not seeing him often every embarrassment would soon die out.
But apparently, he knew a lot about you.
The shoes you chose that day were flat and comfortable and you were quick to reach your desk and sit down, avoiding everyone that might have seen something.
Clearing your throat you turned on your computer right before a shadow in the shape of a man could obscure the keyboard.
You looked up and Jaehyun smiled politely, the head to the side like a little bird.
“Good morning,” his voice was deep.
You opened your mouth and you felt your glasses slide down your nose. “Good morning?”
The man blinked at you for a moment as if waiting for something. “Well?”
You slowly looked around, darting your gaze across the room to understand what the hell was going on. Was he there to talk about the kiss? Was he a little boy who thought you were dating? Did you promise something? Did you offend him and he was waiting for an apology?
“Do you need something?” you pushed your glasses back and gulped at his sudden chuckle.
“Yes. The projects for today,” he replied with both hands politely extended towards you.
“Huh?”
You took in the view of the man talking to you. Wasn’t Jeong Jaehyun the architect dude with sick tongue skills, and that’s it? Why was he talking to you as if he knew you?
Then you felt as if the gods themselves hit you in the back of your head.
“You’re-” you covered your mouth with the fingers, “you’re Jisung?”
The man’s smile disappeared to make space for confusion. He furrowed his eyebrows while thinking about what he could reply to that.
“You do call me a different J name every time so, I guess that’s technically true for you.”
You took off your glasses because you were afraid the sudden heat wave to your cheeks and chest could melt them off.
“I thought you were-,” you started, “I thought you were some assistant. You’re the Architect team chief Jeong Jaehyun? The man that I kis-”, you stopped yourself.
Jaehyun couldn’t conceal a sudden chuckle but you also saw the shadow of annoyance in his dark eyes.
“You had no idea who I was all of this time we worked together? We talk all mornings and you hand me the projects.”
You were too stunned to speak.
“We’ve been doing this for months now,” he added.
You felt your mouth dry.
Jaehyun scoffed and placed his hands on your desk, leaning down as if having a secret to share.
You gulped and looked around but no one paid you any mind.
“You need Architects to make out with you for you to remember their name and face?”
His whisper made your skin shiver and while you were previously looking at his eyes, you had to stare at his necktie instead after that phrase.
“Why do you keep coming to my office? You have nothing else to do? Send some assistant over from now on,” you blabbed.
Jaehyun straightened his back.
“Okay.”
You nodded as if you just somehow resolved that embarrassing issue.
“You’ll come to my office starting tomorrow and hand me the projects instead.”
“What?” your voice was louder than you expected and a few heads turned around.
Jaehyun’s lips stretched in a lazy and cocky smile. “I’ll get them. For today,” he grabbed the pile of papers from your desk. “Thank you.”
His back looked huge as he turned around and exited the office.
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Jaehyun was fuming.
He threw the papers on his desk with such violence that two poor interns jumped in place with their little coffees.
“Everything is under control. Go back to work and mind your business,” he barked at them.
He forgot he styled his hair that morning and when he tried to pass one hand through the fringe his fingers got stuck in the wax.
“For fuck’s sake,” he sat down and unbuttoned his sleeves instead, rolling them up.
You really had no idea who he was.
He was shocked, embarrassed, and so fucking offended.
No, he felt humiliated.
All of those mornings of him longing- no. He would not admit that to himself. All of those mornings of him working with you and you couldn’t even remember his name, let alone his face.
Was everyone just a nameless and faceless pawn around you? He has never seen a more arrogant and rude person in his whole life.
And the fact he was still burning with desire for such a conceited woman was driving him insane with rage.
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Your fingers were a bit trembling after Jaehyun left. That was possibly the most embarrassing experience of your entire existence.
You rested your forehead on your palms and waited for a few minutes to see if you could get your shit together and start working.
And you kissed. For fuck’s sake.
The mewl that escaped your lips caught the attention of some fellow engineers who were kind enough to stop and ask if you had some sort of stomach ache.
You lifted your head to look at them in the eyes and you realized you had no idea who these people were.
Your parents have always told you to stop overworking yourself and start having a bit of fun too, especially in school. It shouldn’t have been such a huge issue, but realizing you made zero close friends or even acquaintances because you’ve been staring at your desk and computer for all of that time was a shocking realization.
You cleared your throat and gave your coworkers the kindest smile you could pull off.
“I am fine. Thank you very much.”
The people whispered something between themselves and walked away with awkward nods.
“She’s definitely sick. She smiled.”
“You know when people are about to die and they change personality all of a sudden?”
“She never looked me in the eyes before. I felt like getting turned to stone after seeing Medusa.”
You felt your glasses slide down your nose again at the gossip and you exhaled deeply.
Jeong Jaehyun - and his tongue - made you realize people considered you the worst bitch in the universe.
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The HR secretary furrowed his eyebrows.
“What do you mean, all profiles?”
You were tapping your thigh with one fingertip in front of his desk.
“I need all profiles of all workers in the company to choose the- uh- the best team for this huge important project, yeah.”
The young man wasn’t impressed but he wasn’t going to deny the desires of the notorious Chief Engineer.
“I will send you the credentials to access the files, ma’am. Anything else I can do for you?”
“Thank you. That’s all,” you gave him a small nod and turned around. “Actually,” you stopped in place and hesitated. “I know this is not your job but could you talk to someone and bring coffee to the Architets’ office?”
The secretary blinked. “Coffee, ma’am?”
You gulped down the irritation. “Yes, please. Don’t say it’s from me. Please.”
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“This coffee is a gift from Chief Engineer Y/N,” the HR secretary announced as he accompanied the interns carrying a tray.
Jaehyun was groaning and extending his arms above his head when he suddenly heard the commotion.
“I think she’s punishing us for something we did,” one person said, grabbing a cup of coffee and looking at it suspiciously. “This is also so expensive.”
“Well, even if she spit in it, I will drink it, you know what I mean,” another winked and got shoulder hit by his cackling friends. “What? She’s scary but she’s hot.”
“She’d probably bite your dick off.”
Jaehyun got closer and stared down the iron tray.
“You said Y/N sent this?” he asked the secretary who seemed just as baffled, Jaehyun realized.
“Yes, sir.”
“Did she say why?” Jaehyun grabbed a cup and smelled it. Normal coffee.
“No clue sir. She instructed me to not tell you she sent it but-,” he interrupted himself and got closer. Jaehyun leaned towards him to hear. “-we need to track who’s giving what food to whom, you know. It’s right for you to know if perhaps something bad happens to all of you.”
Jaehyun winced. The jokes about you being evil were funny only when he made them.
“You don’t think she would actually do something to this coffee, right?” Jaehyun asked.
The secretary straightened his back and although Jaehyun had no idea what expression he had on, the other man felt somehow intimidated because he stuttered a tiny “no, sir.”
“Good. Why did she ask you to do this?”
“Oh that, she came over to ask the profiles of all the people working at our company.”
Jaehyun’s head was hurting. You were so convoluted.
“Why?”
“No clue, sir. She said something about making up a team.”
You had no business reading the info of all of your coworkers for that. The idea of you wanting to learn more about him after the terrible interaction you had that morning made him roll his eyes in annoyance at how good it felt for a second.
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You felt like a thief although you got the info of everyone legally. You cleared your throat and started to scroll through all the profiles, mildly interested. You opened the first one and tried to read but then you puffed your cheeks and closed it.
The J was in the middle and you pretended to have accidentally stumbled upon Jeong Jaehyun’s profile instead.
Alright alright, you yelled at yourself in your mind. You were interested. God, his kiss was so good and his face, wow. You couldn’t forgive yourself for not looking at him once in all of those months.
And you’ve been so rude to him. You shivered.
Jeong Jaehyun 14 February 1997.
You rolled your eyes. That birthday must have been made up. It’s impossible for a man like him to be a Valentine Boy.
You tried to remember what you knew about Aquarius but your astrology knowledge was too limited so you hoped that would be compatible with your sign.
Pause no. Why were you thinking about astrology compatibility? Maybe you were actually dying?
Tsk, graduated cum laude, the rascal. He wasn’t just pretty but also smart.
Your eyes slowly darted across the page, eating up all the info the company could legally allow you to read and you had to admit that his projects had been insane even before coming to your company.
And the ones he had under his belt afterwards? Well, they were all projects you also worked on. You felt sick.
Were you really such a bad person?
You sighed and closed his profile, starting to read the others.
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Jaehyun’s day has never felt longer. He thought he should probably go to the gym because the pain in his back was only getting worse and he should probably extend those muscles somehow.
His brain was going over the menu for the dinner as well when he heard your voice in the main hall. He exited the lift and saw your smiling face greeting some of your fellow engineer colleagues.
“Good work today, Minnie.”
Poor Minnie smiled back as if the queen herself greeted her and almost tripped against the poor man who got blinded by your sudden kindness.
Jaehyun stopped in place and sighed, trying to suppress the cackle.
“See you tomorrow, ma’am,” the man added.
“Have a nice evening, Yeonjun.”
Jaehyun lifted one eyebrow at Yeonjun’s glossy eyes and walked over.
He saw you sigh and turn around right into his chest.
“I see you’ve done your homework.”
You gasped and took a step back to be able to see him in the face.
“Do you remember my name too?” Jaehyun added with a cocky smile and you exhaled, crossing your arms on your chest.
“Of course, I do.”
Jaehyun buttoned up his jacket with a smile. “Good. Don’t forget to come to my office with the projects tomorrow.”
“Listen,” you stopped him as he tried to walk around you. “I am- sorry for what happened this morning. I am very embarrassed about it.”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes and Jaehyun had to tighten his fist inside his pants pocket at how cute you looked.
“But-” you lifted your gaze on him. It was piercing. “-you have no right to treat me like this.”
“Like this how?”
“You’re punishing me.”
Jaehyun opened his mouth then closed it at the accusation. It was true but he didn’t like for you to know about it.
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“Coming to my office and seeing my pretty face is a punishment in your opinion?”
You put your tongue in the cheek with a scoff. “This. You’re- so cocky. You’re annoying.”
Jaehyun’s dimples made an appearance. “You think I’m annoying? You didn’t know who I was after months of working together. That’s annoying.”
“I apologized.”
“Very insincerely so.”
“I learned everything about you.”
“Stalker.”
You scoffed again, putting your hands on your hips. His everlasting smile was driving you nuts.
“Alright. See you tomorrow, then. In your office. I’ll gladly hand you your work as you clearly burn with desire for me to do.”
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Back to Present, 2 weeks after the Kiss
The following days rolled on fairly easily. The annoyance and anxiety about going to Jaehyun’s office died slowly as you realized you only had to walk over, say hi, and place papers on his desk.
If he thought you were rude by not small talking it wasn’t worse than not remembering his name and face after months of working together.
Everything went back to normal and you started to be also decently popular in your office. Shocker, but if the chief is in a good mood and treats everyone with kindness, everyone works more efficiently. That’s the only good thing Jaehyun brought into your life.
Well, that was until that day and the stupid yellow Post-it sticker on your desk.
“Can you kindly check these and confirm they’re okay? JJ :)” was still in front of you on your desk after the meeting about the Theme Park.
There’s no need to be rude to me only because you think I’m attractive, was also still rolling in your brain and you wanted to go back to his office and yell that he was not attractive at all. He was just an annoying prick who had the upper hand because you embarrassed yourself in front of him once.
But there were limits to all and he was starting to be too much.
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Jaehyun expected an Engineers and Architects meeting to happen at a certain point but he didn’t expect for it to be only the two of you.
“So, I guess you’ve heard but we’re tasked to work together on a theme park.”
You were alone in the huge meeting hall, one in front of the other, the large shiny desk separating you. Jaehyun looked at your white button down snuggly covering your breasts and the tiny bit of lace adorning your bra pocking out made him swallow dryly for the fourth time in one minute.
“Yes,” he simply said. You moved and the shirt covered the lace. He sighed. “We can finally have a pretty theme park.”
You rolled your eyes and Jaehyun wondered if you’d roll them the same way while he’d pound you into the mattress.
His crush on you has been annoying him for a while now, but the recent development and the fact you didn’t even know who he was for a long time while he was under the impression that you might fuck soon has been a very low blow to his self-esteem.
Now, he was trying to fight the attraction so badly but his cock had a brain of his own apparently because even if he found you arrogant and annoying, he really liked the soft side you showed him multiple times and that turned him on too much to ignore.
“Engineers also have taste.”
“Well you kissed me so I guess you do have a bit of taste, I’ll give you that.”
You let the pen go and crossed your arms on your chest. “Can’t you keep it in your pants for one second so we can discuss this like normal adult coworkers?”
“It is in my pants.”
“You’re being inappropriate.”
“You brought up cock talk.”
“You brought up kiss talk.”
“You kissed me first.”
Jaehyun smiled at the victory and you leaned back in the chair.
“Can we please stop talking about that and pretend it never happened?”
“Actually you owe me another apology.”
You waited with a lifted eyebrow.
“You basically said ew architects after kissing me that night.”
You scoffed. “And I stand by that. I’m not apologizing. Are baby architect’s feelings hurt?”
Jaehyun licked his lower lip in annoyance. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you hate architects so much?”
“Why do you hate engineers?” you resorted.
“I don’t hate you.”
“You do.”
He lowered his voice. “I don’t. You want me to hate you, maybe.”
“Why would I want that?”
“That’s your homework for the day. Think about it.”
“If you’re under the impression that I pretend to hate you because I secretly like you so I secretly would like for that to be the case from your part too, well, you’re wrong,” you smiled although you started to feel the muscles of your thighs shake ever so slightly under the desk. The building was almost empty and the lights were getting turned off one by one leaving you and Jaehyun alone in the huge room, faces illuminated by the blue screens of the computers and the constellation of lights of the skyline.
“That’s a very convoluted thought. Of course, you don’t like me. You don’t even know me.”
“You can stop rubbing that in. I know you now.”
“Well, then it’s a matter of time before you start liking me.”
“You’re so arrogant.”
“I am arrogant?”
“Well, I don’t have the presumption that everyone in the building is onto me.”
“How do you even know I’m like that? You don’t know me.”
“You walk around like you have a 9 inches cock.”
Jaehyun widened his eyes for a second then leaned forward to laugh. His eyes closed and his perfect teeth shone on display. You realized he got whiskers when laughing hard. It pissed you off.
“And if I do?” he tried.
You scoffed with a smile. “That’s not human.”
“9 is a lot, I’ll give you that, but it's not inhuman.”
“Well, I hope you don’t have 9 because I’d be worried about your lower back carrying that around.”
“Holy shit, I do have back problems. You think it’s that?”
“For fuck’s sake, Jeong Jaehyun. Please let’s get back to work.”
Jaehyun stopped talking and you started to actually explain the new project. You both liked the little smile that remained on each other’s lips.
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Jaehyun was not at his desk that morning so you bit your lower lip, slowly putting down the files for the day. You had no reason to see each other or talk about anything else since both teams had to work on their share of tasks before meeting again but you just wanted to- you had no idea what.
You looked around and touched a few of his desk items before noticing his phone silently blowing up. You looked around the office to see if he was coming but he was nowhere to be seen. The walk around the desk felt natural but also stealthy and you hoped no one was looking at you. You sat in his chair and the jacket he kept on it smelled like him.
You sighed. Ew men and their hot cologne, right?
The phone’s screen had no time to turn off as text notifications rolled on the screen again and again underneath your gaze. You wondered if he was part of many active groupchats before realizing they were all private messages both from registered numbers and numbers with no name.
You felt your throat itchy upon realizing they were mostly from women trying to chit-chat. You scoffed, staring the phone down. He was that popular huh? And he wasn’t replying to any of them? He was so arrogant-
“Fuck!” you whimpered, bringing one hand to the back of your neck and finding someone’s cold knuckles. “What do you think you’re-” you grabbed the hand and turned around. Jaehyun’s perfect eyebrow was lifted.
“What are you doing at my desk?” he asked, interrupting your question.
“I came to give you the files,” you stood up and looked at your hand still holding his fingers. You let them go in the same instant.
He hummed and sat down before realizing you were still there. “Is there something I can do for you?” he turned towards you in his chair.
You cleared your throat. “I need your phone number.”
You had no idea why you said that but it was too late. You tried to maintain a neutral face.
Jaehyun’s expression didn’t tell you anything about what he thought.
“You have it. It’s written on the file all workers have-”
“Your personal cellphone number,” you interrupted him.
The man’s eyes were piercing but you didn’t want to look away. Your brain was running quickly to make up some excuse about why you wanted it but he didn’t ask.
He extended one arm to reach the pen holder and got one, clicking it. When he turned around he searched for your hand, the same holding his fingers before, and grabbed it gently, palm towards his face.
“Why are your hands so cold?” you mumbled as he started to scribble on your skin.
“Because my heart is warm,” he replied without missing a beat. “Also, I just washed them.”
You rolled your eyes, watching him write his number slowly. His fingers were on your pulse and you hoped he could not feel how quick it was starting to get. Why was he writing on your hand instead of a piece of paper? And why didn’t you just take your hand away? Being around him made you feel and act stupid.
One strand of hair fell from his hairdo, obscuring his eyes from your gaze, but then he finished and looked up at you, the neck extended showing a single vein popping out from his tight collar.
“There you go,” he added.
You slid your hand from his hold and fought the urge to tighten it in a fist as if to hide something shameful.
“Thank you,” you replied and exited the office.
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That night you were at your home desk, head in hands, trying to come up with a problem about the project you could text Jaehyun about.
Everything could be an email and bothering coworkers outside of working hours was abhorrent, but he was Jaehyun and you didn’t care if he got mad at you.
No. You wanted him to get mad at you. But why?
You couldn’t think of anything at all so you let your phone go and walked towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.
Last time you got drunk you kissed him, you remembered. The glass was cold and the wine fresh and you tried to drown the memories of his lips on yours because they made you shiver in embarrassment. Or desire?
Your growling stomach communicated the need for a snack too but the only thing you could think of making were chicken nuggets so you threw them on an oven tray and hoped for the best.
When Jaehyun heard his phone ring he was about to jump on the bed, kicking his feet and giggling before realizing he was a grown man with cock and balls.
“Hello?” he talked into it calmly, after clearing his voice. He knew you'd call after that awkward encounter in his office and he paced the apartment the whole evening.
“Hey,” your voice on the other line sounded muffled. “You answer surprisingly well for someone that gets calls and texts from women 24/7.”
Jaehyun smiled and sat on the bed. “So this is what it was about, huh.”
You didn’t reply for a moment and he desperately wanted to know what expression you had on.
“I’m calling because of an issue with the project,” you mumbled after a bit.
“Y/N,” Jaehyun called calmly.
“Yes.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I am not drunk. I am working right now!”
“Every time you’re drunk you think of me?”
“I said I am not drunk.”
Jaehyun kept ignoring you. “Well, you can’t deny it’s a weird coincidence.”
“Fuck-” you suddenly said and Jaehyun stopped talking.
“Oh, shit-” you repeated and dropped your phone, probably on the ground.
“Y/N, what’s happening?”
Jaehyun could not make sense of any of the sounds on the other side but it didn’t seem anything good.
“Y/N, everything is fine?” he spoke again but you probably couldn’t hear him.
“My fucking nuggets-” he heard your whimper as if far away and the moment the smoke detector went off and you mumbled something about a fire extinguisher Jaehyun got his shoes and ran outside his apartment.
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Your voice got cut off as soon as you opened the door after the endless incessant doorbell rings from someone clearly very panicked. You opened and his arms were so strong that your breath went missing and you were forced to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck by the sheer force of his embrace. You’ve never seen him with soft unstyled hair and the worried expression underneath his fringe just made him even cuter.
“You’re just-,” you heard Jaehyun’s deep voice on the crown of your head, “-so fucking stupid.”
You furrowed your eyebrows but he went on.
“So irresponsible. I am shocked at how you could have let your fucking oven burn when you have the brains to build a whole city.”
“I was distracted,” you spoke softly into his shirt. It smelled like laundry detergent. His mix of insults and compliments weirdly made you giggle.
Jaehyun let you go and grabbed your face with both hands, finally looking at you frantically and squishing your cheeks.
“I am okay,” you assured him. “Everything is under control.”
The man sighed deeply as if slightly placated but the line between his eyebrows didn’t get smoothed out. And when he finally looked behind you and assessed the tragic situation of your burned-out oven covered in white foam he had to close his eyes for a moment to gather his shit.
“It’s okay! It was an old oven anyway,” you turned around, trying to ignore that he was still holding your hand.
“Your house could have burned down with you in it.”
“How do you even know where I live? And you called me the stalker?” you confronted him.
“It’s written in your profile.”
He let go of your hand and got closer to the kitchen, looking at the mess with hands on the hips like the embodiment of a dad. It made your guts tingle.
“Sure. And you know all the addresses of all of your coworkers,” you followed him, resting your elbows on the island.
“Of course, I don’t. I don’t like them. Stop talking nonsense and let’s clean this out.”
You had no idea in what capacity you helped because at a certain point Jaehyun just gave you a glass of water and told you to sit down.
You didn’t feel that well.
Both because you were kinda tipsy and you went through all stages of grief putting out a fire, but also because he was there, and he said he liked you. Right? Jung Jaehyun said he liked you.
And not only.
"I know you're capable of dealing with this alone. You don't need my help but I'd like to help," he said as you tried to push him to the side and clean the mess yourself. No one talked like that before and a weird fuzzy sensation softened the muscles in your legs making you sit down.
You sipped on the water without talking back, staring at the way his forearms were flexing while cleaning out your oven and the surroundings.
“No need to be meticulous. They’re coming tomorrow to change it anyway,” you tried, feeling awkward as no one did you any favours before.
Jaehyun didn’t reply and you realized he looked very handsome when focused. Well, not that he was ugly when unfocused, but the way his jaw looked sharper and his gaze darker made you sigh and take another sip of water.
“Is your hair bothering you? I can give you a headband,” you tried again.
“You are bothering me.”
You scoffed. “I am trying to be nice right now. Your hair is pretty long. Doesn’t it go in your eyes?”
You were expecting some witty flirty reply back, along the lines of you pushing it back for him, but Jaehyun didn’t look in the mood.
The truth was that you felt very embarrassed about the situation; as if you failed at something and Jaehyun was scolding you. That was new for you.
“Fuck, this could have been a tragedy,” he mumbled, as if almost on cue.
“I am sorry to have worried you.”
Jaehyun stopped to look at you. “Why are you apologising to me? You’re the one surviving a fire.”
“But I am okay. You seem much more shaken than me.”
Jaehyun kept silent and when he stood up you realized he finished cleaning up the foam and the dark burning spots. You stared at the back of his head as he washed his hands in the sink.
“Also thank you for being here,” you added. You didn’t know what else to do so you got up and walked towards him. Was a hug weird? Should you just shake his hand and call him a pal?
His body stiffened a bit feeling your timid arms around his waist. “You’re still drunk?” he simply said, patting his hands dry with your kitchen towel. You stopped and slid them away.
“You said you like me,” you mumbled against his back.
“Yep, still very drunk.”
He grabbed your hands to be able to turn around and face you, resting his hips against the kitchen cabinet.
“You said there were issues about the project when you called,” he added.
You blinked at him. “You really want to talk about work right now?”
Maybe he did. He was your coworker after all. And he certainly didn’t come over to “save” your sorry ass if you didn’t call him about it.
Suddenly you felt very embarrassed.
You kissed the man in an elevator after not even remembering his name and then asked for his number and now you wanted to make out with him in front of your destroyed oven?
You gulped and took a small step back but your breath stopped as his hands holding yours grabbed your waist instead and didn’t let you move away too much.
“I am buying some time,” he explained.
Your voices got so low that you barely could hear him, but your gaze on his lips helped you understand what he was talking about.
“Are you scared to kiss me again?” you asked.
“Are you going to ask me to forget it happened Monday morning again?”
His fingers were delicate on your skin for a moment you remembered you were wearing your pajamas. The thin top definitely didn’t hide anything from his gaze and the midriff being exposed to his knuckles made you shiver.
“I won’t ask to do that if you don’t make it awkward.”
“Fucking your coworker is always awkward.”
You blinked at him as if suddenly realizing you were standing half naked between your hot coworker’s thighs (who was an architect!!) “I didn’t say I was planning to fuck. Just-uhm kiss.”
Jaehyun smiled and your eyes darted to his dimples then back to the white flash of his teeth.
“You think you’ll be able to stop after one single kiss?”
You stepped back and crossed your arms on your chest to feign confidence but mostly to hide the tremor in your arms. "Try me."
Jaehyun took a moment to let his gaze slide on your features. “You get very cute when you’re drunk, you know that?”
“Well, to quote someone, I guess the stick I have up my ass disappears.”
“I can put it ba-”
You put your fingers on his lips. “You will not continue that disgusting phrase,” you warned.
Jaehyun smiled wider and his lips rubbed on your skin. He kissed the spot then he kissed one of the fingertips. You inhaled, eyes trained on his gaze, unable to move away anymore as the room suddenly got sucked of any sound besides your own breath.
He grabbed that hand and kissed your wrist, this time closing his eyes for a moment as if savouring it. You gulped. And when he locked eyes with you the shiver that went down your spine manifested in a little exhale. Jaehyun smiled again, a little curve on his plump lips you felt on the softness of your fingers.
The kiss felt the same as the first one you exchanged in the elevator after he pulled you closer towards himself. But this time you took your sweet time, letting your palms feel his chest, the skin on his neck, the thick hair on his nape. He did the same, caressing your back with his knuckles, rubbing your thighs with his blunt nails, and grabbing your ass in your flimsy shorts.
You whimpered in his mouth at the feeling and he hummed back, a low sound, almost a growl, your lips apart but tongues still swirling until you dove back in.
“Can’t you be like this in the office too?” his murmur made your eyes open. He was licking his lips while his fingers intertwined with yours in a slow dance of pushing you back towards the couch.
“You want me to get called by HR?”
He flashed you a small chuckle. “That secretary is so scared of you by the way. He thought you poisoned the coffee.”
The couch’s arm dug into your thighs and you sat on it, pulling Jaehyun closed by the waistband of his sweats. His eyelashes fluttered as you looked up at him, then again as you dragged your palm upwards underneath his shirt.
“And you think I didn’t?” you tilted your head to the side.
“I am still alive.”
“Not for too long. I might suck the life out of you," you placed a single wet kiss on his hip bone making him hiss. “Take this off,” you tugged at the shirt.
Jaehyun’s hum was low. “Shit. Ordering me around?”
You looked up. “Please take this off?” you changed your tone but you couldn’t hide the mockery.
He exhaled amused and did it in a second, pulling it by the collar and throwing it on the ground. But you didn’t have time to do what you intended to because the torso you so desperately wanted to see disappeared from your sight - Jung Jaehyun Chief of the Architect Department fell on his knees, savouring the delicate skin of your inner thigh.
You gasped at the sensation and the anticipation of what was actually going to happen made you suddenly dizzy.
You wanted to grab his hair to support yourself, physically or morally, but his head jerked back and with the most angelic and devilish smile, he pushed you back on the couch.
“You should be respectful,” you chuckled at the manhandling. "I'm a senior."
Jaehyun grabbed your ankles with one hand as a reply while the other swiftly slid your garments off your body. “I will be respectful after I am done,” he murmured. “For now you will have to take the disrespect, I’m afraid.”
You tried to think of a witty phrase but your legs were being directed on his shoulders, his knees were on the carpet in front of you now and his voice came from between your thighs. Oh, and you were naked.
Too much work for your brain.
“Thought you were a gentleman.” You didn't like your shaky voice. You didn’t like any of this. Didn’t you make some kind of bet just moments before? You forgot anything you two said to each other already.
“I am a gentleman who knows when to not be gentle.”
And you soon realized what that meant.
You had no idea if other men's tongues have felt that velvety before or if you were just developing the fattest crush on Jeong Jaehyun the Architect as he was devouring you and making you biased. But fuck he knew how to eat pussy. And you made sure he knew that.
Jaehyun hummed appreciatively at the praise, his deep eyes covered by his long eyelashes making you unable to look away. So you slid your hand in his luscious hair, pushing it away from his face and pulled a bit. His arms and back muscles flinched and he visibly enjoyed your breathy moans when he increased the pace of his tongue's movement.
"Shit, Jaehyun-" you curled your toes against the smooth skin of his spine then gasped, feeling his long fingers rub your slick before swiftly sliding inside of you. It was wet and messy and loud and the moment he let go of your clit with a dirty plop to start kissing your stomach instead you knew that night wasn't going to end with just that. Should you stop him? Should you continue? Would you be okay tomorrow?
"Where are you?" Jaehyun curled his fingers and you bit your lower lip.
"I'm here," you replied against his wet lips, body rocking back and forth on the couch as he fingerfucked you, the veins popping on his bicep making you swallow dryly.
"I need you to focus on me. What are you thinking about?" he leaned down to rub his nose against your ear before outlining it with his tongue.
You shivered underneath him and your nails probably left some indents in his pristine skin.
"About how much I want your cock inside of me," you exhaled. That was the truth.
Jaehyun hummed deeply and his breath became more shallow.
"And?" he kissed your neck slowly, so different from the pace of his wrist to make you dizzy.
"And I'm thinking of the consequences," you curved your spine, raising the tone of your voice on the last syllables. "Fuck, Jeong, this is-"
"Yeah?" he came back to your mouth, letting you whimper your moans against his lips. "You want me to stop then? No orgasm, no consequences."
"If you stop-"
"Then what?"
You shuddered, frantically palming his hard chest then going down to loosely grab his moving wrist.
"Are you going to beg for it? I'm kinda curious to see you like that," he added. The roughness in his already deep voice sealed the deal and you couldn't do anything but let your head fall back and bite down a scream as you came around Jaehyun's fingers. It was too late. It was already too late the moment you pushed him against the damn elevator wall.
He let you decide when he should stop moving his fingers and you felt yourself clench rhythmically around them as you desperately tried to calm down. His lips were on your throat and you realized that he was talking, murmuring something so sweetly that for a moment you wished for him to just hold you until you fell asleep.
"Good girl," he placed a kiss on the tender skin, then on the corner of your lips as you opened your eyes to look at his gorgeous face. His cheeks and ears were dusty pink and it made your heart skip a beat.
You pulled him down and kissed him again, slowly and deeply. Then he smiled, stopping your hand from reaching underneath his sweatpants.
"Tonight is all about you," he whispered.
You furrowed your eyebrows but the mind-blowing orgasm blew your mind so well that you had no reply.
"Why?" Your voice was a quiet waver.
"I don't want you to regret anything," he replied. "And I don't want you to think about the consequences."
Somehow it made sense. Waking up tomorrow and realizing you let him fuck you with his tongue felt better than realizing he came down your throat.
Were you really that proud? Maybe you did have a stick up your ass.
"Don't argue with me," he gave you a crooked smile as he got up on his knees.
"I'm not arguing with you."
"You have a specific look in your eyes when you're about to debate me."
You crossed your arms on your chest mostly to cover up given the sudden disappearance of his body from on top of you. Then you sat up and closed your legs.
"That's not true. You're making things up."
Jaehyun collected his shirt with another smile and you stared at his long back and the way his sweatpants sat low on his hips.
The fucking consequences.
"I really need you though," you whispered.
Jaehyun wore his top. "How do you want me?"
"Riding," you replied.
He chuckled. "Of course you do. You can't possibly let an architect force you to your knees, can you?."
You curled your toes at his words. "No, sir."
Yes, he fucking could.
Jaehyun leaned down again to slide his hand on your jaw and almost kiss you. But he whispered instead.
"I'll let you ride me if you keep calling me sir."
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You didn't notice when Jaehyun left your apartment that night. You thought that the way he took you to your bed bridal style and let you nuzzle into his chest would roam your brain the whole night and would prevent you from falling asleep yet you had the best night's sleep in months.
And you hated to admit it but waking up that morning you felt embarrassed out of your mind but you'd probably have crawled out of your skin if you actually fucked him until the end.
"Hope you got home well," you texted him. Maybe that was how adults did stuff. Maybe that’s what he wanted from you in the first place. Just fucking. Yet why was he so considerate?
"Yes :)", he replied with his stupid smiley face a second after. Was he not busy? How did he even see your texts in the middle of the hundred he was getting? That made you almost kick your feet and you realized you were slowly descending into madness.
"And I slept as well as you did after taking care of your gift," he added.
You furrowed your eyebrows. "What gift?"
"My boner"
You sighed so much that you thought you had turned into a horse. Then you had to pass one hand on your face as flashes of Jaehyun's hand fucking his cock while thinking of you entered your brain.
"It was you who stopped me from taking care of it myself." He was driving you insane. Your coworker - an architect (!!!).
"I wasn't blaming you :)"
"You're a bit of a masochist"
"I'm everything when I'm with you"
"Barf"
"Honestly I thought you wouldn't even want to talk to me today"
"Well we both know that you have poor judgement"
"Maybe I should have let you ride after all :)"
"Okay byee I'm turning off my phone"
"Or suck me well"
"I'm blocking this number"
"Or let me blow your back"
"Sending this to HR"
"Andy, if you're reading this, the Chief Engineer let me fuck her with my tongue and she liked it"
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Texting and fooling around was one thing, but seeing his polished figure while sober and in the middle of the workplace made you almost have a panic attack.
"Good morning," you trilled, hands already pushing the files on his desk.
"Hey," he lifted his face and gave you a warm but professional smile.
"See you around," you nodded once and turned towards the exit hoping not to hit the glass door with your face.
He let you go.
Then you came back the day after. And again. And again. No further exchange. Give papers. Take papers. See his face. Lose your mind at night with your hand between your legs and his name on your lips.
Then your name, pronounced by those lips you’ve been staring at as he pretended to sleep the previous weekend, made you stop in place and close your eyes. You swallowed and got ready to turn around.
He was already there, standing right behind you and you inhaled his cologne as you took a step back.
His shirt was open enough for his collarbone to peek through and the way his half-exposed arms looked, crossed on his chest, made you almost angry.
“Would you like to have lunch together?” he asked.
You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes the looked around his figure. Jaehyun smiled, tilting his head to the side to get in the middle of your gaze.
“Don’t look at them. Look at me,” he added.
“It’s easy for rumours to start forming,” you murmured, imitating his pose. Your fingers grabbed your arms perhaps a bit too hard.
“It’s just a normal lunch.”
“I don’t do normal lunches. It would look weird.”
“At least you’re self-aware.”
You snorted and turned around. “The last floor is always empty,” you only said as you walked away.
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Jaehyun didn’t actually expect you to be there. Somehow he thought the way your voice would waver when he was around, or the way you melted under his touch back in your apartment, the noises that you made because of him, all because of him, was just some incredibly orchestrated big joke. You didn’t try to speak to him after that weekend and you didn’t linger around his desk anymore. Hell, you didn’t even text him.
He had to do something or he would go insane.
Yet you were in the last room of the upper floor, sitting down on the only couch inside of it, staring at your little plastic container with your lunch and waiting for him.
You were adorable.
He had to stop in place before entering to gather his shit.
Then he knocked two times on the glass frosted door and your head snapped. Your eyes looked so pretty that he felt his fingertips tickle.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” you replied.
Jaehyun closed the door behind him and he could sense the way your spine tensioned. He wanted to pass his palm on it, he wanted you to curve it as he’d grab your neck to pull you up against his chest as he’d pound into you from behind again and again until you’d break.
“What have you got?” he walked slowly and sat down. The couch was sturdy enough. He made a mental note.
You looked down at your container as if seeing it for the first time. “Cold pasta. What about you?”
Jaehyun licked his lips. There you were, looking at him as if hoping for him to devour you.
"Don't look at me like that."
You closed your mouth. “Like what?” you smirked.
He exhaled.
"Should I close my eyes then?" you giggled.
Jaehyun opened his lips to breathe and your gaze fell on them.
"Do you know what would keep my eyes closed?" you asked with a lower voice.
The man's eyes darkened and a whiff of air dilated his nostrils as he leaned in and knocked the air out of your lungs. The kiss was rough and its rhythm erratic. His palms were on your jaw and cupping your head. Yours were on his chest, grabbing at his shirt. You had no idea where your food containers disappeared because suddenly your hands were full of him and your legs straddling his body as he plopped you on his lap.
You opened your eyes a little when you felt him pull away to let you breathe, the air flowing between your lips still brushing against each other. You looked at them, they were flushed and plump and you desperately needed to taste them again. His gaze was on your eyes and his deep voice surprised you.
"You opened them again." His voice was so deep that you felt it vibrating in your chest.
You met his eyes.
"I guess you'll have to keep kissing me, then."
His palms on your waist felt wide and so warm that when he slid them on your ass to pull you closer you felt like mewling. Close so close it was so close and you were at work. You were kissing at work. You were sitting on his lap, on his sexy black dress pants, fingers sliding in the slit of his shirt, feeling his chest, his neck, his jaw, his hair. Fuck.
“We need to slow down,” you exhaled, pulling yourself away from him.
“Why? You’re afraid you’re going to cum too quickly?”
His arms wrapped around you even tighter and his amused and warm mouth attached to your throat instead. You felt your eyes roll back in your head as he nibbled on your skin, peppering wet kisses all over it. And when he scooted his hips forward, his palms on your ass pulling you closer until your chest hit his face, you inhaled feeling his hard cock underneath you. Jaehyun looked up, drinking in your reaction.
“Show me how much you want this. Show me that you don’t care about the damn consequences.”
Like a spell, your hips started to move on their own, rubbing yourself on him. You were desperate, humping him like a mad woman and his choked moan as he let his head fall back on the couch, extending his throat, was the final thing about his maddening presence to fully break your mind.
"Does it feel good, sir?" you didn't hide the mockery in your tone, feeling your control sliding back in your hands.
But then Jaehyun shattered it again.
"Ride me."
His eyes were two dark cuts under his scrunched eyebrows and his command made your whole center boil. You stopped your movements and you shuddered on top of him.
His chest was expanding and shrinking under your palms and when you pushed into it to be able to stand his Adam apple shifted in his throat as he swallowed.
"Undress me."
Your order made his tongue poke his inner cheek and you smirked, mirroring his expression.
Jaehyun sat closer to the edge of the couch to reach your body and your skin shivered with goosebumps the moment his long fingers unbuttoned your pants. His gaze never shifted away from your face and it made you boil with need.
The fabric hit the floor and you scooted it to the side, the pant legs so wide your heels just passing through, leaving you and your naked and elongated legs for Jaehyun to touch with his wide palms. They were warm as they slid up your thighs, your breath hitching as you looked at his open lips, his own breath stuck in his lungs and released only when he pulled you towards him.
You bit your lower lip, feeling his mouth on your stomach, and then you let your head fall back as his fingers trailed your sides, lifting your top until reaching your breasts. You lifted your arms and Jaehyun stood for a moment to help the fabric away from your limbs and before you could kiss him, he sat down, with your between his knees, and unclipped your bra. You gulped, helping yourself stand by placing your hands on his wide and firm shoulders.
“This is so inappropriate,” you whispered, muffling a whine as Jaehyun kneaded your soft breasts, looking at the skin fill the gaps between his fingers.
“Yeah? Is being naked like this in front of me making your sweet pussy achy and wet?” Jaehyun’s deep voice made your stomach shiver as he spoke on your skin, trailing open wet kisses down your navel.
You were about to reply, your hazy brain still able to formulate some snarky comment, but when his hands cupped your ass, and one slid to your thigh to lift it on his shoulder, your hearing flatlined. You felt your underwear being pushed to the side and his luscious tongue making you gasp.
“Jaehyun-” you felt your legs suddenly wobbly and his grip on your body tightened, his mouth licking and sucking at your clit making you grab his perfectly coiffed hair and pull.
His groan travelled inside of you and his blunt nails dug into your soft skin before he let you go, sporting shining lips and heavy breath.
He didn’t speak, and he only grinned as he sat back on the couch, his arrogant face making you quiver almost as much as his tongue inside of you. He patted his lap.
You scoffed trying to hide a laugh but before you could roll your eyes at him, his hands were on your waist, making you sit flush against him.
“If you dare to roll your eyes at me, I’ll give you a real reason to do that,” he murmured against your lips.
You kissed him, deeply and messily, grabbing the short hairs at his nape with one hands, and cupping his balls with the other, making him hiss.
“Oh yeah?” you whispered back, massaging him through the tight dress pants he was wearing.
His adam apple bobbed in his throat but his eyes shone with mischief. He nodded, not for one second intimidated. It infuriated you.
So you undid his button and slid his zip down, feeling the wetness of his precum adorning his expensive boxers.
“And yet, look who made a mess,” you cooed, sliding your hand underneath the elastic band and making him close his eyes and extend his neck back.
“God,” he groaned.
He was long and thick, his skin velvety and soft, hot with need. You jerked him with your hand slowly, swallowing at the thought of having him inside of you, splitting you apart.
Maybe you made a sound, or maybe he saw your expression as you opened his eyes but he smiled faintly.
“Come on, end this torture. You want me as badly as I want you, chief engineer,” he said. And you would have had another ounce of brat in you if only he didn’t say the following things. Just one word, and it made you dizzy with desire.
“Please,” he murmured.
Your hand shook as you felt his bigger one on top of yours, directing his pretty cock towards your aching core. You let it go and Jaehyun aligned himself, lifting his gaze with a heavy breath to see your lustful expression as you sat on it slowly.
You both exhaled, his deep growl and your higher pitched breathy sound, until you reached the base, his girth making you see stars.
“Good girl, take it all,” he breathed out, letting you adjust.
“Fuck, Jaehyun-” you gulped, feeling your skin hot, as you lifted yourself once before sinking deep down again.
He hissed, “I know, baby, I know.”
The petname worked as a spell, throwing you into a fast haze, riding his cock as deep as you could. Jaehyun wrapped one arm around your waist, while the other hand raised to shove his fingers inside your mouth.
“I’d love for the whole company to hear how good my cock makes you feel, pretty girl, but we don’t want a call from HR, do we?”
You gagged on them at first, then sucked, trying to turn down the noises you didn’t even realize you were making.
And when your movements became sloppy and you felt on the verge of losing your mind, Jaehyun’s hips snapped, thrusting up inside of you and making you fist his pristine shirt.
“That’s it, baby, take it like a good girl.”
You let go of Jaehyun’s fingers to whine, but then you choked again as his wet hand warmly grabbed your throat instead, making you steady yourself on his wrist instead.
“Fuck, just like that,” he pulled your body even closer to himself, squeezing your breasts against his expensive wristwatch. It would probably leave a bruise and for some reason the thought of being marked by Jaehyun made you quiver on his cock so hard that with a few deep thrusts you came undone, shaking in his arms and calling his name again and again and again.
Jaehyun’s warm breath tickled your face and his muscles were pumped with tension as he forced his hips to still, feeling your clenching walls tighten around him rhythmically.
“Baby, I need to cum or I’ll pop a fucking vein,” he chuckled breathlessly, the hand previously on your throat cupping your face instead.
“Then cum inside of me,” you replied, ears still ringing from the raging orgasm.
Jaehyun groaned and snapped, drilling into you so fast that you didn’t have enough force to fully oxygenize your lungs, his arms tightly around your soft body and his face buried in the crook of your neck.
The sounds were dirty, the tall windows of the small office were getting foggy, and you wondered how long you’ve been fucking like rabbits over your lunch break when Jaehyun’s hips stilled, lifted ever so slightly from the couch, deep inside of you, and you felt on the verge of another orgasm seeing him dig his fingers into your flesh.
“Fuck-” he exhaled, and you bit your lower lip, whimpering as you felt his spurts of cum coating your insides. Then his hips moved again, prolonging his high as much as he could, the vein on his forehead showing you just how much blood was pumping inside of him.
You’ve never felt like that and you’ve never seen him lose control just as much as you did.
“Jaehyun- I think I’ll-” you pressed your palms into his hard chest and he rested back on the couch, looking at your with dark eyes and plump lips.
“Give me another one, beautiful,” he murmured, his cock sliding out of your and his fingers collecting the cum before shoving it back inside.
“Shit-” you closed your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you and your spine curved making you bite your lower lip until almost tasting blood when he added his other hand, rubbing your sensitive clit.
“I can’t-” you mumbled, “I can’t- please-”
“Yes, baby, cum all over my hands,” he urged, his gaze never leaving your face as if bewitched.
And you did.
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You were grateful for Jaehyun not abandoning you in the office’s bathroom alone to clean up the mess you asked for but the one he did.
“You know I can technically use my cock to take the cum out,” he tried again outside the door.
You rolled your eyes amused. “I said, no thanks, I got it.”
“The tip is anatomically made so that a man is able to take out the cum a previous man-” he started to ramble but his words were cut off when you opened the door. He blinked staring at you and you noticed his ears were a dusty pink.
“Do you always share fizzy drinks bottle cups facts when embarrassed?” you finished adjusting your clothes.
He cleared his voice. “Do you think there would be sex facts on the cups of fizzy drinks? Also, why would I be embarrassed?”
You crossed your arms on your chest for a moment, taking him in.
“Do you perhaps have a little crush on me, Jung Jaehyun?”
He scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets. “No.”
You expected him to say that but the sudden confidence threw you off.
He leaned in. “It’s not a small crush. I thought it was obvious.”
He then straightened his back and opened the office door. “Come on, chief, I think we might get a call from HR anyway because we had a 3 hour long lunch.”
You shook your head, trying to conceal the little giggle your body apparently wanted to let out.
“You have too much faith in your skills. We went at it for like 15 minutes at best.”
Jaehyun stopped in place and turned around slowly.
You stopped too.
And when he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, giving your ass a good spank, the yell and laugh that escaped you was probably heard in the whole company.
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Frostbite °• : ｡ - Chapter III
Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader
CW: Gross things like rotting :P
SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)
I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.
Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about wether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.
I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.
One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.
I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.
"Do you drink?"
I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.
"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."
I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.
"And what happned?"
I chuckle at his misspelling.
"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("
He answers quickly;
"Jackals?"
And I answer just as fast.
"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."
I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.
"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."
Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!
I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.
I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.
She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"
I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair as thin as the monster's that I made up.
She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.
"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.
"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."
I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"
"You'd always steal from my brother's cherry trees. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."
I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"
"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.
"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.
"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.
I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.
"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."
After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.
Now as I stand in the snow, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.
Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.
I almost fall off the bench on the porch when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.
"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.
He flashes me the Cheshire grin - "Sorry."
I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pocket, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.
"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.
He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."
I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.
I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."
I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.
He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."
I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. Try not to miss me too much."
"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.
I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.
I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.
I have a guest right now, I'll deal with it later.
On my way, I grab go into the kitchen to get glasses.
"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.
"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.
I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"
"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"
I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"
"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.
I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."
"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.
I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.
"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.
"Is it?"
"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."
"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"
He eyes me and nods.
I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.
As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"
"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.
I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.
My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.
Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear neither. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper out of me.
I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.
"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.
He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.
I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... They're chanting something while drawing a symbol on the windows...
It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.
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Playing Pretend (Part 2)
Drinks before dinner get uncomfortable- and exciting- quickly.
Roy Kent x Reader
2.1k words
Warnings: Language, alcohol, a smidge of angst because that's what happens when your sister marries your ex
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“I thought the big fancy dinner was tomorrow,” Roy mumbled as he pulled a dress shirt out of his suitcase and held it up to check for wrinkles.
After settling into the room you’d be sharing for the weekend, the two of you had spent about an hour laying on the bed next to each other and reading the books you’d each brought before you informed him that it was time to get ready for dinner.
“Oh, it is,” you agreed, pulling out a dress from your own luggage. “Tonight’s just family. My parents and sisters, Jim’s parents.” You paused, looking up at Roy. “You, apparently.”
Roy rolled his eyes and tugged off the Richmond sweater he’d worn on the drive. You blushed, averting your eyes from his wooly chest to focus on the dress in your hands. “Fucking rich people,” he muttered.
A scoff escaped your lips. “Roy, you’re rich,” you reminded him. “You drive a car that costs more than I make in a year.”
“Hey, you told me you like that car.” He buttoned up his shirt and posed. “How do I look?”
You couldn’t help but melt a little as you looked at him in his black dress shirt and equally black jeans. “Perfect.” Realizing you’d been staring for a moment too long, you tightened your grip on your dress. “Be right back.” You stepped into the bathroom attached to the room you’d be sharing with Roy- something you tried not to think too hard about- and changed into the dress. Frustration crossed your mind when you realized you couldn’t quite reach the zipper. “Roy!” you called.
“What?” came his gruff voice.
You poked your head back into the bedroom. “Can you help me with the zipper?”
An expression you couldn’t quite read crossed his face. “Can’t you, I dunno, go ask your mum or your sister to help you?”
“Come on, Roy.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. This is a boyfriend job. How would it look if I go ask my mum to help me with my dress when you’re right there?”
“Fine, fine.” He crossed the room and spun you around, so your back was to him. You were sure you were imagining the shaky breath he let out and the trembling you felt as he slowly zipped up your dress. Roy had no reason to be nervous; you were just the silly kid who used to beg him to play Barbies with you and his sister.
But still, the domesticity of the moment made your heart sing a little.
“Thank you,” you hummed. You slipped on your shoes and gave a little spin. “Now, how do I look?”
His face went all soft, your favorite look in the world. “Perfect.” He held out his hand. “Ready?”
With a deep breath, you took his hand, not sure if you were more anxious about the first event of the weekend or the simple act of holding Roy Kent’s hand. Maybe a bit of both.
The walk to the drawing room felt weirdly familiar; you’d been here many times with Jim, for weddings and anniversaries and birthdays and holidays and just-for-fun. A sad part of you wondered how many times Lauren had been here. An even sadder part of you realized that she was probably sleeping in the same room you used to sleep in.
As if he could feel the sudden pang in your heart, Roy gave your hand a squeeze.
“I’m probably going to repeat myself all fucking weekend,” he whispered, “but I’m right here. I’ve got you. Don’t you fucking forget that.”
Some of the sharp pain in your chest evaporated as you squeezed back. “I know, Roy.”
“Roy! Darling!”
As soon as you stepped into the drawing room, you mother made a beeline for the two of you, throwing her arms around Roy. Your dad followed behind, eyebrows slightly raised as he gave you a small hug and planted a kiss on your cheek.
“Hello,” Roy said, genuine cheer in his voice as your mother released him. He shook your dad’s hand warmly. “Hope I’m not intruding on the weekend.”
Your mum shook her head “Absolutely not. You’re always welcome with us, you know that, dear. Especially-” She shot you a look. “-if what we hear about you and our little duckling is true?”
Roy wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to himself. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”
“Well, that’s grand,” you dad assured him. “Always had a good feeling about the two of you.” He gestured towards the room. “Come on in, we’re doing the whole cocktails before dinner thing.” Your dad wrinkled his nose at you; even when you dated Jim, he was always uncomfortable with how posh Jim’s family was. However, he never said no to the chance to drink good alcohol, as evidenced by the glass in his hand.
Roy guided you to one of the elegant couches, tenderly placing a hand on your knee once you were seated beside him. Despite your agony surrounding this weekend, part of you hoped it would never end, if only so you could always have all this attention and affection from Roy.
As if determined to ruin any bit of happiness you got this dreadful weekend, your sister and Jim appeared, drinks in hand. Lauren had that plastic smile you knew she’d be wearing for the next three days.
“You two get that alone time?” she teased, shooting you a mocking wink.
You just smiled and leaned closer to Roy, treating him like the lifesaver he was. He planted a soft kiss in your hair that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell, Lauren,” he hummed, raising those thick eyebrows that you loved.
“Fathers prefer no kissing,” your dad chimed in with a dry chuckle. “But I can make an exception for Roy.”
Roy’s smile widened. “Appreciate it,” he laughed. He loved the way your dad treated him; even when you dated Jim, your dad treated Roy like a son. His sister had even confided in him that it was a point of contention in your relationship, what with your dad never being as warm with Jim.
Gripping his drink rather tightly, Jim gestured between the two of you. “Alright, so I got interrupted earlier. How’d this happen?”
Shit. You’d forgotten to get your story straight with Roy. The two of you had spent the whole drive up chatting about childhood memories, movies you wanted to show each other, stories from work, and even one enthusiastic duet of You Belong With Me when it came on the road trip playlist you’d had blasting from your phone. It hadn’t occurred to you to make sure the two of you knew what to say when everyone inevitably wanted to know about your “relationship”.
You prayed only Roy could see the panic in your eyes as you looked up at him. “D’you want to tell the story?” you offered.
He didn’t skip a beat. “Well, about what, two months ago, babe?” He looked down at you, and you quickly nodded in agreement. “We were hanging out, and my sister had canceled so it was just us. I took over kebabs, and we were watching His Girl Friday, this one’s favorite.”
Everything he’d said so far was true; the three of you were supposed to hang out, but Roy’s sister had backed out at the last second, so Roy came over anyway. And he’d claimed not to care what movie you watched, so you put on an old Cary Grant movie that you’d seen a million times (and Roy had been forced to watch about half a million times). It had been a perfect night, sitting next to Roy while Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell danced around their feelings before finally coming together.
Roy continued, “And I looked over and saw just how absolutely beautiful she looked, with the light from the television glowing on her face and that dreamy expression she gets when she watches old movies.” He looked down, all bashfulness, before turning his gaze to you. You were amazed by his acting. “And I just fucking asked if I could kiss her, and she said yes. So, I leaned over and…”
It was the kiss you’d waited your whole life for. His hand came up to tenderly lift your chin, tilting your face to his. His barely parted lips were soft, gentle, his beard just barely tickling your skin. Every daydream you’d ever had about Roy Kent was nothing compared to the tiny kiss that ended far too soon.
Bashfulness reappeared on Roy’s face as he cleared his throat, remembering all the eyes on the two of you. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled. “We’re still in that lovey-dovey phase where we can’t keep our hands off each other and make everyone around us want to get violently ill.” His eyes focused icily on Jim. “You remember that, don’t you Jim?
Jim nearly choked on his drink.
“With Lauren,” Roy clarified, nodding towards your sister, whose face was twisted in annoyance. “How’d you two kids meet anyway?”
“Why don’t I get you a drink, Roy?” Jim offered quickly, his face void of all color. “Beer?”
Roy’s hand was back on your knee, gripping it a bit tighter now. “Whiskey. Neat.” He turned to you, his face softening. “And you?”
Jim shook his head. “I remember,” he assured you, shoving his own drink into Lauren’s hand and heading to the small bar off to one side of the room, the bar you remembered experimenting behind with Jim and his cousins once the older folks had gone to bed. You could still taste the disgusting combinations Jim had concocted for you to try. You could still hear the laughter that had filled the room as everyone took shots. You could still feel the sloppy kisses that tasted of expensive alcohol.
Sensing the tension oozing off of you, your parents excused themselves to go talk to Jim’s parents; they didn’t exactly need introductions, considering how many times they’d met while you were dating Jim.
Always perfect in her timing, your older sister, Jen, strolled into the room, shaking you out of your wistful reminiscing. She lit up when she saw the two of you and made a beeline for you, her husband, Paul, in tow.
“Well, well, well, what have we here? And there? And every-fucking-where?” she teased.
Roy laughed and stood, wrapping his arms around your older sister. “Hello, Jenny.” He turned his attention to your brother-in-law. “Paul, how the hell are you man?”
Paul shook Roy’s hand enthusiastically, the way he always did. “Great. Clearly you’re doing quite well yourself.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “I owe your dad forty quid. I had figured the two of you’d be dancing around this thing for the rest of your lives.”
“Paul!” you gasped, smacking your brother-in-law’s arm playfully. Behind closed doors, he loved to tease you about your painfully obvious attraction to Roy.
“I knew you two’d get together eventually,” Jen bragged, giving you a squeeze before you resumed your seats. “I mean, come on, we all could see the way you look at each other. Someone was bound to crack eventually.”
You let out a weak chuckle and leaned close to Roy, whose arm rested casually around your shoulders. Lauren watched you, eyes narrowed, as Jim returned. His hand shook slightly as he handed you your usual drink, the one he’d heard you order a million times. He handed Roy his whiskey and returned obediently to Lauren’s side, taking his own glass from her hand and planting a kiss on her cheek.
“We better go make sure things are ready for dinner,” Lauren hummed, grabbing Jim’s hand and pulling him out of the drawing room. You couldn’t help but notice Jim’s gaze lingering on you; neither could Roy, whose arm tightened around you.
Paul let out a low whistle. “This is going to be a tense weekend,” he muttered, raising his eyebrows at the two of you. He turned to Jen. “We should start taking bets about when this one and Jim come to blows, eh?”
Roy let out a dry chuckle and sipped his drink, relaxing slightly. “We wouldn’t want me making Lauren a widow before she’s even married, would we?”
“Play nice,” you warned him playfully, poking his nose. Fake-dating Roy felt deliciously natural. At least, when Jim and Lauren weren’t around.
“Yes, dear.” Roy’s voice was light and teasing. He leaned forward and kissed your lips again, a smidge deeper this time. The taste of his whiskey sent your head spinning. “Whatever you say.”
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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 6
💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)
💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut
💬 Chapter warnings: sex-talk but nothing too spicy, foul language, mentions of divorce, mentions of incompetent father figure (not important for the story or heavy in general but just so you know)
💬 Word count: 7.5k
💬 Recap:
Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.
Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.
Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.
A/N please consider reblogging and commenting if you enjoyed 💚
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Chapter 6: Not that different.
It's been several weeks since you met Jimin's parents, and neither you nor he talked about what happened at the bonfire after the two of you were left alone. You prefer it that way, and you don't see any benefit to it anyway, since it will never happen again - that much is clear.
It was a drunken mistake from both of your ends. A mishap resulting from the fact that both of you were under pressure all day and let loose in the evening. A bit too loose, yes - and yet, it doesn't have to mean anything.
Talking about it would only give it more meaning than it has. Nothing has changed. You still have a goal to achieve and you haven’t changed your opinion on Jimin either. He’s still the annoying prick that gives you a headache on a daily and nothing will change that.
Yes, casual sex wouldn’t necessarily mean that would have to change - you’re perfectly aware of that yourself. Many people have a non-strings-attached relationship with a person they don’t necessarily like outside the bedroom, and there is nothing wrong with that, of course. However, you cannot help but think about the talk you had with Jungkook a while ago. The one where he specifically told you to be aware and not get in too deep, and you feel like sleeping with Jimin would definitely count as getting in too deep - no pun intended.
And why the hell does it feel like you're trying to convince yourself? All of this should go without question. You seriously feel like the biggest idiot for even considering this could ever be a possibility. Ew.
Sure, it’s been such a long time since you had the company of other people, especially guys, but that's no excuse to have these thoughts about Jimin.
He’s handsome, and he kisses well. You’re too damn sexually frustrated to resist this temptation when you’re not master of your senses which means, you will have to stay sober from now on.
No more alcohol in the presence of Park Jimin. That sounds doable. You can surely manage. You just hope it is also in his interest not to complicate your agreement and keep it as non-physical as possible.
“You’re unusually quiet today, is something wrong?”
Your silent stare into space is interrupted by Jimin's voice, and you have to blink a few times until your eyes manage to focus on him.
“Do you sometimes miss having sex?” you blurt out, immediately taking him off guard with it. It surprises you as well, but you blame it on the fact that he interrupted your intense flow of thoughts so abruptly.
You watch as his eyes widen for just a split second before they’re back to normal, weirdly mustering you while a grin slowly forms on his lips.
“If there is one thing I'll never get used to, it's your loose mouth and your ability to say the most random shit at the most unfitting times,” he chuckles scratching the nape of his neck. If you didn't know any better, you'd almost say your question made him shy. “Uhm, may I know why you are suddenly asking me this?”
Pretty unbothered, you shrug your shoulders while picking a grape out of his fruit salad, gradually ignoring the glare he sends you right after since you now know he doesn’t actually mind you stealing them.
“I’m just wondering. Hookups aren’t an option for you these days without revealing our secret, so… I figured you must be sexually frustrated at times, no?”
He devolves into a burst of throaty laughter, pushing the bowl with the fruit salad a little closer to you so you don't have to reach so far while keeping his eyes locked with yours. “I’m aright. I am not a caveman, nor am I a teenager, so I do have some self-control, you know?” He explains, leaning his face a bit closer before whispering, “and I still have a well-functioning hand.”
You automatically lean back into your seat with your face showing nothing but pure revulsion. “Disgusting, Park.”
“Hey, you were the one interested in my sex life,” he chuckles, holding his hands up in feigned surrender.
“I just wanted to know if you sometimes feel frustrated. Not how you take care of it,” you declare, rolling your eyes while you try to hide a grin of your own.
“Same difference,” he shrugs, offering you a wink. “But going back to my original question - Why?” Resting his arms on his elbows, he rests his head on his clenched fist and smiles at you as if waiting for a bedtime story.
The reason why you have avoided this question until now should be obvious, but you should have expected it. And it's not uncomfortable for you either - quite the opposite actually, since you’re only human, and stuff like that is nothing out of the ordinary. You just don't know exactly how to explain your curiosity to Jimin without giving him the wrong idea.
Munching on a couple more grapes, you muster him while pursing your lips. “I just had a guess,” you shrug, seeing Jimin furrow his eyebrows at you immediately as if offended, and you laugh. “I know what sexual frustration looks like, Park. I built this city. And I’ve been living here for a while now.”
A deep laugh escapes Jimin’s lips while he shakes his head, but he halts for a quick moment as if to think about his next words before he clears his throat, making it clear that he’s gonna say it anyway.
“Wanna know what I like about you?” he asks in a serious tone, looking like he’s not only surprising you, but him as well with his bold words.
You take a moment before you nod your head in an unsure manner. “Depends. Am I going to regret it?”
“No, I’m being genuine, I promise,” he says, sending a small but honest smile your way as you nod again, silently telling him to continue.
“You’re not afraid or embarrassed to be honest with me. That’s pretty cool,” he admits, becoming sheepish right after while he clears his throat.
To be completely honest, you didn’t expect that but smile, shrugging your shoulders a little to shake the awkwardness off. “I mean, yea. I don’t know why it never feels awkward with you,” you agree, chuckling quietly.
“Must be because I’m so amazing,” he winks, biting his lip. A couple weeks ago you would have gagged at this scene, but you know he doesn't really mean it.
“Or maybe I just don’t care what you think of me,” you return the wink, and grin brightly, feeling that you got the upper hand again.
He scoffs, shaking his head with a grin of his own. “So predictable.”
“Mhm… and does that tell you more about you or me?” You fire back, biting your lip to suppress your own smile.
Jimin smiles at you for a while and you do the same. And it's just about to get awkward again when he shakes his head as if to try and remember what this conversation was actually about before you drifted off to… whatever this was.
“So what exactly is the point of this conversation, ___? Would you like to offer me something?” He gradually bites his lip while grinning and wiggles his eyebrows, thinking exactly about what you did not want him to think, but it’s not a surprise. He's still Jimin.
“Not at all. As I said, I was just wondering,” you say, breaking eye contact with him and shaking your head slightly.
“Are you sure? I like to help where I can,” he smirks, seeing you scoff at his lame attempt at flirting.
“I’m not that desperate yet,” you chuckle, shaking your head immediately.
“Funny you say that now because I have a feeling that’s not always true,” he mutters, while he lowers his gaze and concentrates on eating again. It seems like you shouldn't have heard that, and you almost wouldn't have if you weren't still waiting for an answer anyway.
Whether there is a hidden meaning behind his words or not, you don’t find out because he soon after changes the topic when he starts asking you about an assignment he didn’t understand.
Jimin left just a few minutes ago because he had to go to the bathroom but your concentration, which you actually wanted to direct to your paper, is already interrupted when you suddenly feel the presence of a person next to you.
“Back so soon? Don’t tell me you missed me already,” you grin as you finish the sentence you were already typing out.
Your words get stuck in your throat, however, as you look up, and it's not Jimin who is looking down at you. Instead, it's Yeji, as in Jimin’s ex-girlfriend, who never even acknowledged your existence before this whole fiasco.
But now she’s here, and she obviously wants something from you, considering there isn’t really anyone else close enough to be her person of interest right now.
“Uhm, can I help you?” you look at her, unsure of what’s about to come. Seeing how you never exchanged a word with Lee Yeji before you have no idea what she could want from you. Well, you actually do have an idea because if there is anything connecting the two of you it has to be Jimin, no?
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to cause any trouble,” she quickly says probably sensing you’re in defense mode just from seeing her about to talk to you. “I just have one question for you.”
Furrowing your brows, you make a motion for her to continue, not expecting much in the first place but still interested enough to not just walk off. You don't offer her a seat, though. We do not wanna rush into anything now, do we?
“I know the opinions of the people here are very different, but I just can’t form one for myself. Are you really dating Jimin?”
You raise your brows, closing your laptop while you try to understand what's going on. She did not actually take it upon herself to come to you and ask you that question after everything that happened, did she?
“You know what’s funny?” you ask her, looking her straight in the eyes. “You guys have no problem spreading and believing the most absurd lies about me. But the moment I actually am involved with someone, you refuse to believe it? Make it make sense, please,” you scoff, already grabbing your laptop and standing up from your seating position.
“It wasn’t me who said you were the one in the picture,” she says, eyes firmly kept on yours. “Taehyung said that, not me.” She rushes the words as if to try and keep you longer. For what reason? You have no idea. Probably to get some well-needed information.
“Oh? So what did you do to try and tell everyone the truth?” You ask, raising a brow even though you already know the answer.
It's almost comical how quickly she throws her lover under the bus just to appease you and get some information. But what can you expect from people like them?
Yeji doesn’t say anything to that, and for the first time, her gaze leaves yours, even if it’s just for a split second until her eyes are back on yours.
“Well, if it really is true, then just look out for yourself. I’m not saying he has an ulterior motive, but… he moved on pretty fast.” She has the guts to almost look offended when she says that. As if him moving on is what went wrong between them.
“Thank you for trying to look out for me, but I’ll be fine,” you sarcastically say although you feel as if it didn’t quite reach her as such.
“I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m not trying to be a bitch, ___. I’m here because I felt sorry about what happened and wanted to make sure there’s no bad blood between us. I’m not a bad person. I’m really not. I’m sure there are lots of people who wouldn’t agree with me and you’re probably one of them, but just know that I do feel bad about what went down. I would have liked things to happen differently, but… honestly, I can’t change the past. I just hope we can move on from this someday.”
You glance up at Yeji with your mouth agape, trying to suppress a genuine laugh. That must have been the most half-hearted apology you've ever received, and the bored look on her face almost does the rest.
Fortunately for her, you learned a long time ago to see the humor in almost everything, so you don't even hold it against her. Rolling your lips inwardly, you nod your head, making her sigh out in what you interpret as relief.
It's not like you're going to forgive her for what she did, nor will you forget about it. But you don’t see the sense in starting an argument either, and if you’re honest, all you want is for this awkward encounter to end as soon as possible.
To your luck, Yeji leaves soon after, obviously not very keen on talking to you either. And to your amusement, she’s quickly replaced by Jimin, who suddenly pops up next to you, panting heavily as he looks in the direction Yeji just left in.
“Wow, did you run here?”
“What did she want?” He asks, deciding to ignore your question while still glaring at the table where his ex-girlfriend went to.
“Who, Yeji? I’m not too sure. It was an experience I could have gladly missed out on,” you shrug, not really wanting to go into detail since you have no idea what that was either. “But you can relax, she was asking about us, so maybe your plan is finally bearing fruit, and she’s starting to get jealous.”
Jimin groans quietly, rolling his eyes before looking at you. “How many more times, ___. I’m not trying to win her back.”
You’re just about to argue, when your phone starts beeping, signaling you got a new message. Briefly distracted from the actual topic, you take a look at who messaged you and curse under your breath as you hurriedly pack your things together.
Jimin, who was originally just waiting for you to give him attention again, quickly starts to help you put your things in your bag, sensing that whoever just texted you must be more important to you now.
“What’s up?”
“Ugh, it’s my mom. I completely forgot she was coming over today,” you hurriedly answer with a deep scowl while not even looking at him as you walk away with fast steps, knowing he’ll follow you anyway.
“Are you not happy to see her?”
“I am. It’s just that every time she comes over, she’s asking to meet ‘my friends’ and it usually ends with me making up some big ass lie that makes me feel awful as soon as she’s on her way back home.”
“So she doesn’t know about… you know?”
“My situation?” you ask, briefly looking at him before you turn your gaze forward again in fear you might run into something or someone. “Of course not. And I’m not planning on ever letting her know. She has enough on her plate. I don’t need her to worry about me. I’m an adult, after all. I’ll be alright.”
Jimin only nods, completely understanding your decision not to confide in her, even if it makes him uneasy to know that you probably never had anyone to confide in and talk to about your problems. He remembers too well how uncomfortable it was to tell his family about Yeji and Taehyung, especially when he saw how much it upset them out of concern for him, but it still helped him a lot to talk about it. Knowing that you didn't and couldn't do that for years really makes his insides churn for some reason.
You should not have to go through something like this. Especially not alone.
“So, what are your plans for today then?” He would like to disagree and tell you that your mother would understand, but Jimin knows you well enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. Not to forget that it is none of his business anyway.
“I’ll just take her to the café near my apartment. We usually go there when she comes to visit me,” you explain, finally letting a small smile appear on your lips. “And then, I’ll just hope she doesn’t try to dig too deep today and accepts my lame excuse about my friends being busy one more time.”
An idea of how he can help you suddenly comes to Jimin's mind, but he decides to not let you in on it for now. Instead, he only accompanies you to your apartment door as usual and immediately disappears on your demand.
And while you try to fix up your apartment as best you can until your mother finally arrives, Jimin is on his way to save your day.
You must look like an idiot.
You really must look like an idiot right now with your mouth hanging wide open, your mother happily chattering about whatever the hell you were talking about before you caught sight of a familiar blond mop of hair, neatly gelled back.
Not that you did it on purpose, but the moment you thought you saw Jimin outside the window of the café where you're currently sitting with your mother, you completely blanked her out.
But despite the rain, there are so many people out and about today that the blond mop, which seemed to be familiar, has disappeared somewhere in the mass of people and can no longer be located by you.
With a frown, you shake your head in an attempt to direct your thoughts back to what is actually important. Jimin would tease you for weeks if he knew he had taken over your thoughts enough that you would confuse him with some rando on the streets. Without a doubt, making it sound like you cannot stop thinking about him or some shit like that.
As if.
“—Lately we have hardly been in touch. I've almost forgotten what you look like, honey.” The condemning, yet partly joking tone in your mother's voice draws your attention back to her for a brief moment as you sigh.
“I told you, mom. There’s just a lot going on these days. I hardly find the time to do anything.”
“It’s fine,” she says, sending you a warm smile. “I just worry about you. Please don’t overwork yourself too much. You are too old now for me to remind you to eat regularly and healthily.”
Apathetic, you poke around in your cheesecake while you hum a response. “Been doing stuff with friends for the most part. We’re going out to eat a lot, don’t worry.”
Technically that’s not a lie. Since you've been spending time with Jimin, you have been eating healthier and more balanced meals than ever before. And you would say that's probably one of the reasons you've kept up this charade for so long.
The instant noodle days are not yet missed by you.
And even if you don't like to admit it, lunch with Jimin and Hyunjin often involves a lot of laughter and fun. Sometimes there are a few other friends of Jimin's, often it's just the three of you, and lately, Jimin and you have managed to persuade even Nayeon to join your little group.
In those moments it sometimes even feels like you really belong, and it almost makes you dread the doom day when your fake relationship with Jimin is over, and you're going to be back to being alone.
Being alone never was that big of a deal for you. Yeah, it did get lonely at times, but with time you got used to it. Getting used to the company of others again, however, went a lot faster. It certainly won't be easy to master the art of being on your own again after all this time.
She literally beams all over her face at your words and it makes the guilt almost unbearable. “I’m glad to hear that! It’s such a shame your friends couldn’t make it.”
You swallow thickly, lowering your gaze back onto your half-eaten cheesecake. Your appetite is completely gone now. Literally, all this woman wants is for you to be happy and live a normal life, and you can’t even do that? A woman in her twenties, making up friends to tell her mother about. How fucking pathetic.
“Nevertheless, I would be very happy if you would call or send a message at least once in a while. Let's say once a week, so I know that you are still alive,” your mom grins, making a smile crack on your lips as well.
“Mom, please. It’s not like I never—”
“I’m afraid that might be my fault.” A voice suddenly cuts through yours, making your words stuck in your throat. Turning your head, you see Jimin standing in front of your table, kindly smiling down at your mother. “I just take up all of her time these days,” he chuckles, smiling brightly as his gaze drifts from your mother to you. “I tried to come as soon as possible. I’m really sorry I couldn’t make it sooner.”
You feel yourself shrink in your seat as you sense your mother’s eyes burn through your skull, but you’re unable to take your eyes off of him. You’re too stunned to say or do anything at the moment. What is he doing?!
He cleans up nicely, looking as smug and expensive as always, even if he undoubtedly walked through the rain to get here. In his left hand, he’s holding a big, bright-colored bouquet while his right hand is already shaking your mother’s.
You see how their mouths move, and they talk to each other. Your mother laughs, Jimin grins, he hands her the flowers, she gestures with her arm while saying something to him, and the next moment you see him sit down next to you. You see all of this happening but don't really hear a word they're saying.
You are much too busy to realize that this is really happening. Jimin is really here.
His gaze travels over you in a way that makes you gulp and causes you to shiver involuntarily so you take a deep breath, finally getting out of your trance as you sense they’re both waiting for you to say something.
No doubt you immediately recognize this excited glimmer in your mom's eyes and watch as she expectingly raises her eyebrows, wordlessly telling you to introduce him too.
You clear your throat and slide a few centimeters further to the window to try and put some distance between you and Jimin because as usual he doesn't understand the concept of personal space.
Honestly, he might as well have sat on your lap…
“Uhm Mom, this is Jimin. My friend—”
“Boyfriend.”
In a fraction of a second, you turn your head to him, not believing what he just said. He doesn’t react, doesn’t even look at you. Instead, he puts his arm around your shoulders and pushes you closer against him while rubbing your arm.
You clench your fists under the table, hoping that your mother doesn’t notice, and suck your bottom lip into your mouth before you turn your gaze to at her again to see her reaction.
It is no surprise that she almost bursts with joy from the unexpected news seeing how she inconspicuously has been trying to find out something about your love life for ages — without any success, of course. So it was probably to be expected that she would react like this.
“A boyfriend, ___? Why didn't I know about this?”
She doesn’t sound disappointed in the slightest. If anything, she uses more of a teasing tone with you, making it even more awkward.
“This has not been going on for long, mom. I just didn't get to tell you about it yet,” you lie, once again poking around in your cheesecake. “It’s not like it’s that important.”
Your mom gasps, frowning at you with a displeased, judgmental look in her eyes, and you know if you were alone with her right now, you would meet the slipper. “You little— How can you say that. Of course your boyfriend is important!”
You can hear Jimin snicker beside you, and you would love to shut him up, but you don't want to make it even worse with your mother.
The two of them happily engage in a conversation, completely ignoring your presence while your mother asks him question after question, wanting to know everything about him and seemingly being more than smitten with him already.
It’s understandable, really. You can’t blame her. Jimin really is charismatic. He answers every question with ease, not once stuttering or stumbling over his words like you found yourself doing while conversing with his family.
He is friendly, polite, extremely handsome, and well-spoken, and it worries you how comfortable and familiar your mother already seems with him. The little shit even brought her flowers!
This is exactly what you feared and what was the reason that you didn’t want her to find out about this. You know your mother and you know that she will not let this go which only means you have to lie to her again and again.
As if your conscience was not already burdened enough.
The moment your mother excuses herself and leaves to use the restroom, you finally crumble, ready to yell at him but before you can muster a word, he beats you to it.
“This is going pretty well, don’t you think?” With a bright, content grin on his face, he leans back in his seat.
The moment he lifts his arm and wraps it around your shoulders again, you snap. Grabbing his arm, you immediately push him off with force before you bark at him.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
Jimin is visibly surprised by your sudden outburst, and he takes a couple of moments before he clears his throat and runs his fingers through his hair, a slight frown now visible between his eyes.
“I’m… having a nice little chat with your mother,” he states in a calm voice, obviously not seeing anything wrong with what he’s doing. “She’s nice. I think she likes me too,” he adds, raising his brows in question when your only response is a loud, annoyed groan before you lean your elbows on the table and slap your hands over your face.
“No no no no no…” you silently chant to yourself, your voice coming out muffled. “This is bad. This is so bad.”
“What is?“ Jimin asks, sounding unbothered as if to silently tell you that you're overreacting.
You face him again, and for a split moment, you seriously consider smacking the back of his head. “My mom likes you, Jimin! She really likes you,” you sigh.
“So?” He scoffs. “Of course she does. I’m amazing. I thought you’d be happy about that. I mean… isn’t that what normal people want? For their parents to like their boyfriend?”
“But that’s the thing, Jimin!” you groan, gaping at him with your eyes opened wide. “You are not my boyfriend. And when we ‘break up‘, she’ll be sad about that now,” you explain, annoyed that you even have to do that. “Even worse, she'll want me to pour my heart out to her or something!”
Jimin stays silent, pressing his lips together while he draws his eyebrows together in a slight frown. “Why do you always have to do that?”
“Do what?”
“Worry about things, that haven’t even happened yet. You always do that. Why can’t you just enjoy things as they are from time to time?”
“What do you even mean? There isn’t anything to enjoy. This is an act, you remember? And it will end soon, and then—”
“See? You’re doing it again. You’re so uptight. Just let loose for once and live a little.”
“Excuse me?” you scoff, feeling offended.
“What? It’s true. I can offer you a jacket when you forgot yours and you’d be like ‘don’t do that Jimin, we aren’t actually dating’, or I could pay for food when we’re alone and you’d say ‘stop it Jimin, you’re not actually my boyfriend’, and now I can’t even be liked by your mom without you complaining about her being sad when we eventually break up. It’s annoying. Your mantra is making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“Well, what else do you want me to say? I’m just trying to do the job and stay focused. Stay rational. As we both agreed from the start. I didn’t want my mom to find out about us. That was not part of the deal. Not to forget that it was not necessary for her to ever find out about this in the first place!” Even though you are already boiling with rage, you try to be as discreet as possible and not raise your voice. But it’s hard. It’s so hard right now.
“I even told you that I did not want my mother to know about it. Several times,” you hiss, shaking your head in disbelief.
“I know,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I just wanted to help. You were complaining about her asking about your friends and stuff earlier, and I thought—”
“You thought just showing up here and pretending to be my boyfriend would magically make it better?” You scoff. “All you have achieved is that you have only made things worse. For you it seems to be the easiest thing in the world to lie to your family, you don't even bat an eye when you do it, but I'm not like that. This fucking sucks, Jimin.”
You cross your arms in front of your chest and stubbornly look out the window without exchanging another word with him.
It may be childish behavior, but you don't feel like talking to him anymore. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, because he also doesn't say a word to you. And so it comes that you both keep silent until your mother comes back from the restroom and directly joyfully continues her previous conversation with Jimin in which he immediately engages without letting on anything.
And even if your mother doesn’t seem to notice anything, you sure do. Because it is obvious that your words have not left him untouched.
Hours passed, your Mom has left, and you’re seriously happy you somehow survived the day without any major problems occurring. She bought your little lie and was more than happy to spend the day with not just you, but Jimin as well and it’s eating at you.
It makes you shoot daggers from your eyes into the bathroom door behind which Jimin is just now, a shallow beam of light shooting out from under the door, the only recognizable sign that there is anyone else in the apartment besides you.
To be honest, you’re quite surprised he’s still here. Your mother left fairly late, seeing how she was too engrossed in getting to know your boyfriend and swooning over him. You internally cringe just thinking about it.
It’s going to be so embarrassing having to explain to her why she won’t ever meet him again. Even if you were able to push it to the back of your mind for the past couple of hours for your Mom's sake, you’re still mad at Jimin for pulling that stunt out of the blue earlier.
This boy just never stops complicating things for you, and you don’t get why he does the things that he does.
“So, it’s just you and your mom?” Jimin asks, which is the first thing he does as soon as he comes out of the bathroom and joins you in the kitchen.
You nod, not turning your attention from washing the dishes. Jimin wordlessly grabs a towel to dry up and help you finish sooner.
“My parents divorced when I was still very young. Haven’t really seen my Dad ever since, but we were never that close anyway, so it’s whatever. I always had a much stronger bond with my mother.”
Jimin hums, thinking for a moment before he speaks again. “Do you miss him sometimes?”
You shrug, taking a brief moment to answer, and Jimin studies the way your brows draw together while you seem deep in thought. He’s afraid he asked too much, scared of being too nosey, but to his relief, you shake your head soon after with your lips forming a small pout.
“Can’t say that I do,” you say, once again looking at him for just a blink of an eye before turning back to work. “As I said, we were never that close. I barely have any memories of him doing... well, anything with me really. It was always my mom who did the most work which is also why they ended up getting a divorce. He was never much of a father figure anyway.”
“Sounds like you aren’t upset about it,” he wonders, a little surprised by your nonchalant tone.
You laugh shortly, but to Jimin, it seems genuine, which confuses him even more. Shouldn’t you be hurt or angry? Last time he checked, most people didn’t like their fathers leaving them without a trace.
“What do you want me to do? Cry about it? Should I curse and insult him?” You joke.
“No, but�� don’t you care?”
“I was nine when they split, Jimin,” you explain in a calm, very collected voice with a face showing no trace of any foul emotion. “I had plenty of time to be angry about it when I was younger, but now? I think I can understand him. He wasn’t happy with his life, so he left. Stuff like that happens all the time, and there’s nothing we can do about it. My mom and I managed just fine on our own. Trust me, It’s easier to live your life without someone who doesn’t really want to be in it in the first place. I barely ever saw him after he left, but he made sure to support us financially and he still sends me a card every year on my birthday. Was he a good dad? Hell no, but he did what he could, I guess. Not everyone’s cut out to be a parent.”
Jimin doesn’t say anything after that for a long time. It makes you wonder if you said something wrong.
You didn’t. Jimin just doesn’t really know what to say. You clearly have made your peace with the situation so there isn’t really anything for him to say against it.
“I guess it probably drew you and your mom even closer,” he suddenly speaks up again. “It’s obvious you guys share a tight bond.”
“We do, and I’m very happy it’s like that,” you smile, not really looking at him as you put away the cups and plates, Jimin has already dried.
“I’m sorry I made you lie to her,” his voice suddenly appears behind you, sounding a lot smaller and quieter than it usually does.
You turn around to face him, mustering the look on his face. “Yea, I’m not gonna lie, that really bugs me. Although I’ve kinda been lying to her for the past couple of years now when it comes to me and any social contacts so… I guess it’s not that big of a deal.”
Jimin knows you’re not happy with him right now. Not that you ever are, but this time he really feels bad about it, knowing how uncomfortable you must have felt the whole day. He knows how bad it feels to lie to your family about this kind of thing, but at least he made the decision himself. You didn’t have that luxury, and it’s his fault. It’s not that he meant for you to feel this way, he just didn’t think things through - again.
“That wasn’t my intention. I honestly just wanted to help but ended up making it worse for you. I’m sorry. Didn’t really think about the consequences,” he apologizes, looking a little embarrassed.
You loudly exhale through your nose, jokingly rolling your eyes at him. “How about you stop trying to help or do things for me?” You suggest, grinning at him slightly. “’Cause honestly, you’re pretty shit at it.”
Jimin purses his lips while slightly nodding his head in agreement. “I might consider it. Can’t really disagree with you here.”
You snort out a laugh and smack him with the towel which makes him laugh as well while he tries to avoid getting hit a second time - without much success.
“Why did you lie to me that time at my parents’?” Jimin asks, making your head shoot up as soon as he finishes, making it clear you immediately know what he’s talking about even without him having to go into detail.
You gulp, lowering your head again because looking at him would add another layer of awkwardness right now, and you don’t need that.
“Yes, I noticed. No, it was not hard to tell you were lying. Not at all,” he adds after a while of you not giving him an answer.
“It’s not like it would have changed anything,” you scoff. “I was just drunk. Saying and doing things I didn’t mean. And so were you. It didn’t mean anything, so why talk about it?”
Jimin doesn’t instantly say anything to that but he’s watching you intently before shaking his head as he sends an arrogant smirk your way. “You sure about that? Because it didn’t really seem that way when you were—”
“Alright, we get it!“ You interrupt him, knowing exactly what he’s going to say. Turning your back on him, you ignore his mocking laughter.
“No, but seriously, why are you always so keen on not crossing any boundaries? I understand that our situation is a bit… unusual, and it’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with me, but we can be friends. There is nothing to say against getting along well with each other.”
Jimin halts for a moment to see if you’re going to contradict, but when he sees no reaction whatsoever on your face, he continues with a sigh.
“I like teasing you because it’s fun, and you look like a puffer fish when you’re about to snap at me which is a bit cute— however, that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you or that you constantly have to be on edge with me. I’m really trying here. Why can’t I be friendly without you immediately going for my neck?”
Having your arms crossed over your chest, you roll your eyes when he finishes his little speech. “Want to send a little prayer, or are you done?”
Jimin scoffs at your incapability of being serious, but you think you can see him trying to hide a little smile as he leans against your kitchen counter and sends a defeated look your way.
“You’re a bit much sometimes, Jimin.” You tell him, being as honest as you can. “Ever since we got into this fake relationship thing, you've been around me constantly. And that can be pretty overwhelming at times.”
“Why? Are you scared you could catch feelings for me?” He smirks, wiggling his brows, obviously back in joking mode, whereas you gulp and shrug your shoulders as your eyes drift from him to the floor.
“Maybe.” It comes out in a small voice, but Jimin still hears you clearly, and it wipes the grin off his face almost instantly.
“Oh.”
“It’s not what you think, Park,” you quickly add, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. “Please don’t get ahead of yourself,” you then scoff, rolling your eyes when his expression tells you he already did have the wrong idea. “At this point, even if I tried to deny it, I just have to accept that I obviously am very desperate, okay?”
Jimin is frowning now, eyebrows knitted together as he inspects your face.
“Yesterday while shopping, a stranger held the door open for me, and I got flustered and giggled while thanking him. I giggled, Park! I got flustered because a stranger did not slam the door in my face! What is happening to me?”
Jimin doesn’t answer as he bursts into laughter, very visibly amused by your distress, whereas you start to pout, seeing how he doesn’t take you seriously at all.
“I’m not joking,” you mutter, feeling your ears getting hot. Granted, it does sound pathetic and a little dramatic, you can admit that. But it doesn't change the fact that it is a true story after all.
“In any case, it's important to me that we maintain a certain distance. When all this is over, we’ll just go back to being strangers anyway,” you shrug, getting back to work and putting some of the dishes back into the cupboards.
Jimin’s laughter has died down. Your words were pretty harsh and Jimin knows you didn't mean it sarcastically either. Even though your way of being straightforward and always honest with him is something he really admires and likes about you since it’s refreshing, it can be just as hurtful sometimes.
He knows that you don't do it on purpose because you want to hurt him but because it's your way. It honestly took some getting used to on his part, but he thinks he can manage by now.
And still, when you say stuff like that and then act as if nothing happened, it pisses him off.
“You were wrong by the way,” his voice suddenly interrupts the silence you were about to enjoy, and you turn back around to face him again, not quite knowing what he means.
“I don’t enjoy lying to my family. And it’s not easy for me either.”
His voice is calm and collected, and his eyes do not stray from you which allows you to see the disenchantment in them again, just like you did earlier. You’re struck with a pang of guilt when you notice it, feeling bad about never being able to shut your damn mouth, especially in the heat of a moment.
You didn’t mean it like that when you accused him of that. It was just the frustration and anger getting the best of you, and you regretted your words as soon as they left your lips. There is no doubt that he loves and respects his family very much, and you should not have said something like that. Especially since you aren't any better. You have been lying to your mother for years, inventing friends and stories that don't exist only because you’re ashamed to tell her who you actually are.
“I know. I didn’t have the right to say that to you. Not in my position,” you scoff at your own stupidity and shake your head as you feel a headache coming up.
“Well, you have every right to be mad at me. We did talk about our families before, and you told me more than once that you wouldn’t want her to find out, so yea… that’s completely on me again. I can see how that would make you mad.”
You purse your lips and muster him slightly. “See? This is literal proof that you are in fact, able to have clear thoughts so why don’t you ever decide to think before you act?” You then ask, smirking a little.
After that, the atmosphere between you starts to be a little lighter again, and it is very much appreciated by both of you.
Without any more words, he quickly helps you put away the rest of the washed dishes and then announces that he is slowly making his way home.
“Your mom is very nice by the way, and she cares about you a lot,” he says while putting his jacket on while on his way to your door. “She would understand. I’m about 99% sure she wouldn’t judge or blame you.”
You of course know what he’s digging at, but there is one thing you don’t quite understand.
“Who said anything about her judging me?”
Jimin offers you a kind smile while his hand already goes for the knob on your front door to open it.
“We’re not that different, you know, babygirl?”
And with a last obnoxious wink, he walks out, wishing you a good night without actually turning around to look at you again.
You keep standing there a little dumbfounded for a while, looking after him until he’s gone around a corner and you can’t see him anymore before you frown and scoff, closing your door.
“We are very much different, Park Jimin.”
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posession - seeds
Ayal wakes up, his head hurting badly. He just had the weirdest dream. Halfway through his daily workout, he could feel a presence near him, but no one was in sight. He's living alone anyway, so who should it be? Still, an uneasy feeling spread through his body, and minutes went by without it getting better. Suddenly, a faint, bitter, and chemical scent invaded his nostrils, as if something were right on his face. Ayal felt a light pressure on his chin, his lips, and his nose, with that smell getting worse and worse.
He tried to wipe it away, but something was stopping him. His mind was getting intoxicated, and he felt his body weakening. Dizzy, his thoughts swirling, he steadied himself barely. Just then, he felt something holding him, like a hug from behind. Ayal felt secure; somehow, this made sense. He gave in and felt something holding his head gently, caressing his cheek and his lips.
With that smell still in his nose and his mind, he tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't. That touch intensified slowly but steadily, with invisible hands running all over his chest, his nipples, abs, navel, and back up again to his neck, arms, and pits. It was a mesmerizing touch, gentle yet possessive. Ayal felt his whole body reacting to it too. His muscles tensed harshly, and a soft moan escaped his lips.
However, it changed once he felt a firm grip on his hardening cock. Ayal took a deep breath, unsure how to feel, but something didn't care. That touch just intensified, playing with his cock through his tight pants. "Noo." He breathed deeply, but barely a hush left his mouth. But it got even worse when he felt something press against his ass. Shaking his head slowly, getting even dizzier, he protested, but it was no use. In a terrifyingly strong thrust, he felt his hole getting penetrated. Ayal moaned loudly, with his body getting stiffer and more rigid in an instant.
Unable to speak, to fight, or to escape, he felt someone or something sliding in and out of him, becoming more and more aggressive. While waves of pain and pleasure spread through every fiber of his body, he moaned and groaned. With one massive thrust, leading him to moan breathlessly, he woke up.
Getting up from the sofa, he walks into the bathroom. Weirdly enough, his whole body feels sore, including his ass. Chuckling to himself, he approaches the mirror.
"That wasn't a dream, boy."
Shocked, he takes a look in the mirror, trying to see who's with him. But the only one inside this room is him. "Whhoo, who are you?" He says this, and in terror, he watches his reflection smirk back at him. "It's not your concern anymore." The voice says, using his own voice, just slightly deeper.
Ayal tries to move away, turn around, and run away. This must be a nightmare. What is happening to him? But his body just stands there, smirking. "Don't fight it, boy. Youre mine now." The voice says firmly as he begins to run a hand through Ayals hair, caressing his own face gently. "Yours? What do you mean?" Ayal says, just inside his own mind. This is insanity, he thinks, talking to himself in the mirror.
His reflection strokes his own neck, tracing his jawline through the beard with the tips of his fingers. "Answer me!" Ayal demands to know, but the stranger inside his body just rolls his eyes before taking a step back.
"I was in need of a body, and you're a perfect fit right now." The man smiles, taking a long look at Ayal's well-formed body. "No! I won't allow it!"
Ayal protests, but he gets ignored as the voice starts to stroke his chest again and again, even playing with his hard nipples for a while. "It's not your choice after all. Its mine." The man starts to flex.
"It is my choice! My body." Ayal tries his best to somehow regain control, but he is unable to do anything besides watch as the man uses his body, feeling his own bulging biceps. "Boy. Better than expected." The voice says she is smiling again.
"I can get some use out of those arms." He keeps on touching his new body, enjoying how the muscles tense at the slightest touch and how the body reacts by sending shivers down his spine.
"Are you even listening?" Ayal screams loudly, but the man just rolls his eyes again. "You're fucking annoying." He says this, shifting his body to one side.
The voice enjoys the look of Ayal's body. His eyes wander all over himself in the mirror, and he gets turned on, much to Ayals shock. He begins to touch himself again, this time running a finger through the abs, tracing the visible outlines to the navel, before following the treasure trail. "What are you doing?" Ayal still fights, while the man's smirk gets bigger.
Again, however, he ignores him, simply carrying on with the gentle strokes. "You should be happy, boy." The man pats his firm pecs firmly. "You will be brought to good use." Ayals body is now tensed completely. But it's not due to his desperate attempts for control, but because that man's voice demands it.
"Good...use?" He says it cowardly, watching his reflection fondle his body. "You see, boy." His voice, even deeper, echoes through the tiny room as he turns to the other side.
"I need someone to plant my seeds." He says, one hand running down his chest, around his waist to his ass. Starting to feel his ass widening, he remembers the dream he had. "I was in need of a host, and I was barely able to come here without a form."
The man moans, thinking about the act of planting his seed into Ayals hole. "Seed?" Ayal protests, scared but unable to fight. "Yes, boy." The voice says, looking into the mirror once more, before sliding his other hand into his pants.
"You're the perfect host for me, boy." Nearly unrecognizable, Ayal watches his own mouth move, but it's not his voice anymore. Now, it's much deeper, tenderer, and mesmerizing, and even he feels drawn closer.
"I will be seeding this entire town, with this body." He says, grabbing his now-throbbing cock firmly and, yanking it from side to side to draw his precious seeds. He bites his lower lip in anticipation, before letting out a long, guttural groan.
"Youre insane! Get out of my body!" Ayal protests again, but the man just chuckles. "I'm going to have fun with you, boy." The man says this, jerking off a few more times before removing his sticky hand. "You're mine now."
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dazai x reader (she/her)
🏠🧵home sweet home pt. 3
series
genre: fluff, domestic au
synopsis: just another day at dazai's household. but the difference is, your daughter is preparing to go with you in your work because you are finally back on track after giving birth to you and dazai's little princess.
warning: none
word count: 2.4k
a/n: yey, another update about this series hehehehe. ive been very busy preparing for the new school year and i suddenly got inspired writing this by dreaming of having a child of my own :(
song: daisy. by wave to earth
a few months later after emi was born, your life had changed drastically because you had to keep up with baby schedules. but you're not complaining tho, you love this life.
you have a silly yet caring husband and a very adorable little bean beside you. they are the puzzle that completes you and this is the life you have been waiting for after all these years.
as of the moment, you are preparing the necessities like diapers, baby formula, clothes, towels, toys, and other stuff for your cute baby emi. you are happily humming your favorite song when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.
it was your sleepy husband, dazai osamu.
"good morning, my little insomnia." you greeted him with a smile as dazai just replied with a yawn and nuzzles deeper in your neck, planning to go back to sleep.
"yah! don't fall asleep there!" you gently nudge him. and after a lot of small hits, your husband emits a groan before detaching from you.
"you're up so early. what are you doing?" his husky voice vibrates down your spine. so deep and so hot that it felt like your knees were about to kneel.
"i'm preparing all the things emi need." you simply replied.
"for what?" he asked, and you stared at him weirdly. looks like his soul was still sleeping, with his eyes trying to lift his heavy eyelids down to consecutive numbers of yawns. it looked so funny and adorable at the same time.
"we were bringing emi to our workplace, remember?" you reminded him and something in his eyes tells that he finally remembered.
your husband let out an 'o' in realization. "oh right, right…and you're running an errand with the president?" he pulled you harder on his embrace, showing his upcoming concern.
"yup," your first mission was to accompany fukuzawa on a meeting with the police officials of yokohama to hear the current issues and give possible mend to them.
"will you be alright?" being the worrisome husband he is, he is concerned for you. dazai temporarily releases himself from you.
you turned your gaze to him as he was there, leaning on the kitchen counter while crossing his arms. "darling, i've been on maternity leave for like almost a year now. not to mention, emi is now eight months old and can barely walk. besides, i've been dying to go back to work." you patted his cheek playfully.
"on the contrary, i should be the one asking you that, will you be alright? emi is becoming quite a handful now. she's really cranky over the little things she doesn't like. i think you spoiled her too much." you added.
"hey, it's not my fault that emi is so irresistible." dazai defends himself while he raises his arms in defeat.
a chuckle escapes from your lips as you give him a peck. "i know, and i'm not even blaming you." his lips are a bit dry because he just woke up and probably didn't brush his teeth, yet. "now move, i'm going to cook us some breakfast." you shove him away but dazai cage you in his arms again.
"osamu, let me go! i need to cook." you wriggle but still fail due to his grip is heavenly strong.
"kiss me more." dazai puckered his lips and you granted him with your kisses.
"again." chu…one kiss.
"again." chu…two kisses.
"again—"
"haha, nope. that's enough. i really need to cook." you block his face with your palm as you let out a giggle. you could even feel his lips and tongue teasing your palm.
you immediately moved your hand away as it was becoming ticklish. dazai was pouting at you, a smile broke upon your lips and decided to ruffle his messy bed hair.
"go and wake up emi instead. it's now seven o'clock in the morning and she needs to follow her schedule." you said.
"but kisses…." he mumbles like a child who lost his balloon.
"i'll give you as many as you want later." you rolled your eyes playfully and shooed him to wake up his daughter. dazai let out a little cheer before happily skipping his way towards the nursery.
you just chuckle at your husband's silly action before deciding to officially start the day with cooking breakfast.
meanwhile, dazai enters the nursery quietly with a big smile on his lips. waking his daughter up was his favorite thing everyday. he got to see the adorable yawn and the way emi would cuddle her little head on his shoulder if enough to make his day complete.
dazai approaches the crib silently, and there he sees his little princess still sleeping peacefully. a burst of happiness engulfed his whole chest, emi is so adorable.
and as much as he doesn't want to wake her up because emi looked so peaceful while sleeping, he has to follow her schedule. leaning on the crib, he gently rubs her head and belly to wake her up.
"emi-chan~ wake up, my little princess." dazai called softly. he watches emi slowly stretching up her limbs along with a cute yawn.
his smile widens when emi opens her eyes and looks at him. "good morning, emi! did you have a good sleep?" as a response, emi just looked at him with wide eyes and tilted her head slightly.
"i'll take that as a yes." dazai giggles like a child before picking up his daughter gently into his arms. emi immediately planted her little head on dazai's shoulder, just like every time he would pick her up.
dazai kisses her chubby cheeks. "let's go and meet mama, hmm?" emi just rubbed her eyes at him, dazai smiled once more and grabbed her hands. with that, he started to head downstairs with emi in his arms.
"mama! we are here~" dazai jogged his way towards you with emi giggling in his arms, laughing how she goes up and down while her father is running.
you arch your neck to their direction with a smile as you are busy flipping the eggs. "there's my little princess~" you cooed. dazai knows his job and just stays a bit far away from you so that emi wouldn't get splashed by the hot oil and damage her silky smooth skin.
"i already made her baby formula. it's on the kitchen counter." you pointed the baby bottle in front of him. your husband grabs it before proceeding to the couch to feed her.
"who's hungry? who's hungry?" dazai playfully bounces her as emi's eyes sparkles at the sight of her baby bottle. she also tries to grab it with her adorable arms hanging in the air.
"it's emi!" he let emi suck the bottle with a smile on his face. he loves watching his daughter silently drinking her milk while playing with his hands.
his eyes soften to its extent, only you and emi are able to make him do that. the way his furrowed expression would go loose at the sight of his family is something that could be seen as wholesome.
a sudden weight shifts beside him. looking, he saw you, his wife smiling dearly at them. your heart is pumping happiness against your chest, dazai is a great dad despite his traumatic backstory.
"now i know, i don't have to worry for you and emi." you said.
"what's that even supposed to mean?" dazai lifted up his head with a laugh as he looked at you.
"nothing." you sing-sang, standing up once more to bring his coffee.
"anyway, you should go and get yourself ready for work…or do you want to bathe emi first?!" you yelled at the kitchen.
"of course i'll go with the second option!" dazai replies.
"alright, i gotta prepare her clothes then!"
seconds later, you came back with a coffee and egg toast in your hand. "at least take this coffee first before you need to have some breakfast." you placed his food on the coffee table.
your husband gently passes you your little girl so that he could eat his breakfast. when emi was finally in your arms, you showered her with a lot of kisses and giggles. dazai smiled at you two, his morning was complete just by the sight of his family.
"wah~ emi's getting adorable each day!" you said through your kisses. emi was laughing about the ticklish sensation your lips brings on her cheeks. those totally adorable laughs ascended the both of you through the bliss of life.
"are you excited for your first trip at the agency?" you asked your daughter, only to receive an undistinguished babble as her response.
"me too! i can't wait to show emi around. oh, and papa will take care of you for a meantime at the agency. mama and grandpa yukichi have some errands to do." you continued to sweet baby talk, and emi was just looking at you innocently all the time as you talk.
"where was the place you're going, again?" your husband asked.
"i'm not sure. the president did not provide me with any information. i think the agenda is still in process, but my hunch is it's just somewhere near here in yokohama." as you are talking, emi was trying to put her hand on your mouth like a little mischief she is. she would giggle every time you would playfully bite her hand.
"nevertheless, you don't have to be worried, 'samu. i've got fukuzawa-san beside me." you continued, intentionally giving him some comfort against his worried denouement.
dazai finished his breakfast and now he's excited to finally get ready with his baby. "let's get you ready, my little belladonna!" he raises emi up and pampers her with kisses.
"i already prepared her bath. her clothes are also on our bed." you reminded him before going to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.
"careful, emi. i don't want any water to go inside your ears." dazai hums softly as he bathes his daughter who is busy playing with bubbles.
"don't try to eat the bubbles, okay? soap doesn't taste as good as milk." he joked. emi just looked at him innocently before she was about to put her handful of bubbles into her mouth.
"ah! ah! what did i say? no eating soap bubbles!"
"what's going on here?" you peak your head at the bathroom door just to see your husband and daughter both looking at you. you are fully dressed and ready to go to work. now, it might be a wonder how come that you are the one to finish first when it was your babies who got in the bathroom first.
simple, motherhood. you learned how to act fast according to the time on your schedule and that makes you even more cautious of time since you have a little child and your husband is not always at home due to his work. sometimes, you reminisce about some things like how fast you were to eat, shower, and do the household chores while emi was sleeping (your baby is a light sleeper, sadly).
"what's with that look?" you giggled at his childish expression, a look that looked like he just got his lollipop stolen.
"emi was eating the bubbles!" dazai pouted like a toddler.
your laugh slows down. "you know her, everything looks like food to her. a-are you sure you don't want my help?"
"our little princess might be stubborn just like her mama and papa, but i'm more stubborn than her." dazai gave you a thumbs up.
"alright, just call me if you change your mind. i'll be taking a shower for now." you skipped your ways towards the other bathroom to get yourself ready for your first job after maternity leave.
within a few minutes, emi was finally done and fully dressed. she was napping peacefully in her mother's cage as they were waiting for dazai to finish preparing himself.
time check, it's now nine o'clock and only half an hour left before they go to work. right now, you are busy scrolling from your phone while emi is drinking your milk. a notification popped in your phone, a message from fukuzawa.
<I apologize for the late notice but I'm afraid we might finish the meeting late. They add another agenda by patrolling on the vicinities with high crime rate here in Yokohama.
<Good morning, y/n.
there's something in his typings that makes you laugh. you try not to voice it out loud in front of him, but he's a boomer in terms of digitized chatting. also, was it greeting a good morning should come first? damn, what an old man.
<oh it's alright, president! i'll just inform my husband about this so they could go home early.
<Oh right… Little Emi is going here today, am I right?
<yes. osamu and i have decided to bring her with us since i'm coming back to work and we're still unable to find a very trustworthy nanny.
<will that be alright? you know, bring our daughter while working.
<Of course. I'm sure the people here wouldn't mind having a little company. By that means, they would be extremely happy to see your baby and this place would be very lively.
<Although, I am quite worried that this may attract some thugs and plan an ambush.
<it's better for her to go there since not only osamu was there, but also the whole ada themselves.
<You got a point.
<anyway, i am going to drop this conversation for now. my husband just finished taking a shower, we might be there in the next 20 minutes.
<Very well. I'll see you later. Be careful on your way here.
<will do. thanks dad!
<🙂👍
it was no surprise that fukuzawa was fond of those old emojis. it was also no surprise that he lets you call him dad. i mean, he was technically your dad after all.
when you were younger, he took care of you after his former colleagues–who were your parents, unfortunately got killed. you were there when he formed the armed detective agency. especially, you were there when the current members got recruited.
"shall we head out now?" a voice calls for your attention. looking up from your phone, you saw your husband smiling at you, wearing his signature beige trench coat that is so hard to wash since it's too heavy when it gets wet.
"took you long enough, emi is now asleep."
"figured."
with that, he helps you situated in the car. he made sure that all of emi's necessities are complete. he made sure that emi was comfortable in her mini bed and was safe and secured. and of course, he made sure that you're also comfortable, safe, and secured.
"buckle up, baby. our little emi's going to have a lot of fun today."
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Favourite moments (part 2) ˖ ་⭐︎ ִdtai series
Note: These are basically just memorable conversations between mc and haechan. Remember that these are moments that the reader doesn’t want to acknowledge. Things that she can’t come to terms with yet.
This includes; the after math of falling asleep with Haechan on the summer trip, and the kiss that’s mentioned in part three of dtai!
Any questions? Lmk! Any mistakes? Lmk a! Any requests? Lmk!!
And enjoy!! 😚
ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ִ ۫ ּ ˖ ་⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ ˖⭐︎ ִ ۫ ּ
You wake up feeling dizzy, a good dizzy. Your body feels relaxed, and you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes. That’s until you feel your body being moved; large Arms that have been wrapped around your waist, to pull you in. You shoot your eyes open then immediately allow them to squint from the sunlight, before looking to your left to see Haechan.
Haechan.
His eyes are closed, but his mouth is also closed. Nobody sleeps while breathing through their nose. He’s gotta be awake. He pulls you again, this time your face is brought to his firm chest. You realize you are too comfortable in this position. How can you be this comfortable. You feel his chin lay against your head, and you debate whether or not to move.
“Hyuck”
Nothing. He doesn’t even shift.
“Haechan”
You feel his grip tighten around you.
“Hyuck-“
“-Jus’A little longer” his voice is deep and groggy. He smells like the beach and his hand is rubbing your back. It was comforting, but it shouldn’t be, you should be so comfortable in his arms.
“This is weird” you try to argue, putting your hand to his chest to push away from him. He does not like that. His arms pulls you unbelievably close, closer then the other two times. “No it’s not. Friends cuddle all the time” you didn’t realize until now that you were using haechans arm as a pillow all light. You think it must be alseep now, the weight of your head might even be hurting him.
“What if someone walks in? We are in the living room for gods sake”
“Everyone’s already awake, they left to the beach like 15 minutes ago.”
“Oh god-“ you fight his grip finally pushing yourself off of his chest. The thought of everyone seeing you practically drool all over heachan, makes you want to fly into the sun-
“Cuddling is normal y/nnnnnn!” He whines when you bring your foot up to help kick yourself away from him. You yelp when you almost roll of the bed. quickly climbing to your feet and standing above the whining child under you.
“I was comfortable! What the heck!” He complains.
He finally sits up and looks up at you. “I know you were too, you were basically purring” he smirks, happy with the face you made at that bit of information. “Are you hungry?” He adds, completely changing the subject before you could retort.
‘Your insufferable’
That’s what’s you wanted to say. But suddenly the memory of haechan last night flooded your mind. He really thought you hated him? Maybe you are being too rude to him… rude enough, that he actually thought you didn’t like him? Enough that he had to ask you. It had to have been bad, if it wasn’t that serious, it wouldn’t have kept him up. maybe you took it to far… maybe your a bad friend-
“Y/n?” Haechan calls, confused as to why you’re just staring at him.
“I’m going to go shower” you quickly turn on your heal to make your way back to your room. Pushing all previous thoughts down the drain, knowing they’ll flood back up later.
“I’m going to make food!” He calls before you hear the blow up bed shift under him.
•••
When you get out of the shower, your hair wet, and the mirror fogged; you see Chaewon grabbing a towel from a drawer. You stand and wait for her to turn and notice you. The clothes you put on are weirdly uncomfortable due to the fact that your still a bit wet, the fabric sticking to your skin.
“Oh hey sleepy head!” She perks when she sees your figure. “Hey” you smile awkwardly, there’s no way she didn’t see you on the bed with Haechan.
“Did you sleep well? Looked like you did” she wiggles her eyebrows and shakes her shoulders.
Yeah… she definitely did.
You slept amazing. But would you ever admit that? No. Of course not.
“We were just talking, then I feel asleep-“
“-In his arms!”
“This conversation is over.”
“You two would be good together”
“Stop”
“I’m serious! You guys just happen to fall asleep while cuddling? And you can’t even lie and say that it was bad? You two are definitely going to end up together” she brings up the towel to her chest and looks up, as if she could see the future.
“I don’t know why you think that, we literally hate each other” you roll your eyes and begin to tie your hair up.
“What?”
“What?” You look up at her. Her eyes are pinched together and her hands drop to her side.
“Y/n no, that’s not true. You two are the closer to each other then anyone else in the group-“ she crosses her arms over her chest and your drop your hands from your hair.
“What the hell are you going on about?”
“You two talk all the time-“
“- we bicker and argue all the time-“
“What about the times you don’t?”
“They’re rare”
“Yes, but there so intimate, there not just normal conversations, there close friend- conversations- real and deep conversations…”
…that’s not true, definitely not. You and haechan barely ever have deep conversations… do you? Beside last night.
“…Conversations that enemies don’t have with each other. You have it in your head that you two hate each other when in reality, your two are like best friends.” She continues and starts nearing towards you.
… “that’s not true” you argue with pout.
“Really? Why do you think that you two hate each other?”
“Because we always argue and-“ she shakes her head, already disagreeing with your explanation.
“You two hang out by yourselves- not inviting anyone else, going to the store together… helping each other with chores or errands… always near each other at parties, etc. Your choosing to ignore the truth… why?” She’s garbs your shoulders to exaggerate.
… because its easier.
“Is it because your scared of the possibility that your feelings towards him will grow?”
Don’t say anything.
“They already have”
You idiot.
“… so your just running from them? Refusing to face the fact that you like him?” Her eyes widen. Never in a million years would Chaewon expect you to admit something like that so easily. Neither did you.
“I’m not- He doesn’t like me…” you continue to deny it. You can’t- you refuse to come to terms with such a thing.
“Really? Y/n Every time you laugh, he immediately snaps his head to see your smile- or what about the times you refused to hang out because you had to “study”? Who was the one who came to get you? And last night, you two stayed up all night talking and watching stupid movies together… do you think he did all that because he ‘doesn’t like you?’”
You look away from her, not acknowledging her questions, because you know she already knows the answer.
“This whole time you’ve seen your relationship with him as hate? I don’t understand how your mind can skip past all of that stuff. It’s wild…. I wonder how he thinks about you and your oblivious-ness?”
“I don’t want to have this conversation with you anymore” your cross your arms with a huff.
“Good, have it with him instead” she drops her hands from your shoulders with a proud smile.
“I hate you” you hiss, and that earns a laugh from her.
“You love me.”
As she makes her way back to the beach through the sliding doors,
Your mind has already made work to act as if this conversation never happened.
•••
When you found yourself back into the living room, the blow up bed was deflated and folded up in the corner, the blankets that were on it were also folded and sat on the couch. You could also hear The sound of haechan humming in the kitchen. You walk around the wall and watch him opening a can of spam. He glances up at you when he sees your figure.
“Hey”
You watch for a moment longer before responding.
“Hi…”
He begins cutting the spam into slices, the stove behind him is on and beginning to heat up. “Help me make some scrabbled eggs”
You nod and begin your way around the kitchen hesitantly. Opening the fridge and grabbing the carton of eggs.
The eggs are cold
Of course they are- they just came from the fridge
You need a bowl to mix them
Salt and pepper
You’ll need another pan on the stove
No? Haechnn says no?
“Use the same pan, it’s easier and less dishes.”
Fine.
You share a pan, Haechan coughs up a couple stupid jokes. You fake a laugh before deadpanning at him to show that you aren’t amused, even if you truly are. You can’t help but feel less alone with him next to you.
I mean of course, your not alone. But you don’t mean physically. Your glad you’ve made friends with him and the rest of the friend group. They are the best thing that’s happened to you in a while.
We need plates
How many?
Two, you idiot-
Cups? Yes. Two
What do we have to drink? Orange juice? that’s it? … great…
He wants to sit right across from you… why!?
Okay this is very quiet
Should you say something?
About you two cuddling?
Absolutely not
About chaewons conversation with you earlier?
Are you crazy!? No!!
Just eat in silence.
Haechan glances at you a couple times. You feel like an open book, for whatever reason you can’t control your facial expressions.
“Don’t make it awkward” he says, his voice fills the silence easily. It says it so nonchalantly, while eating. You started thinking you imagined the words leave his lips.
“I’m not making it awkward, you’re making it awkward” you argue and pinch your brows together. But your cheeks glow red, you can feel it, so you lower your head. “You look good… Did you sleep well? All because you fell asleep in my arms?” He teases, but his words are only making you panic. “No! You snored-“
“Oh really?” He smiles, setting down his cup on the coster to look at you clearly, obviously not believing your blatant lie.
“And you smell!” You continue, frustrated and flustered.
“Do I?” He teases, he won’t look away from you now, and you outta slap his stupid pretty face.
“I’m serious Hyuck”
“Okay I believe you” he puts his hands up I defence, but his face definitely shows he doesn’t believe you. You huff and place your hands on the table.
“Okay I’m full, I’m going to go to the beach” you shoot up from your seat and pick up your plate. “Your not going to ask if I slept well?”
You place your plate on the counter and your cup of orange juice in the sink. “I know you did, you’re obsessed with me. You probably slept like a baby” you joke, and make your way back to your room to grab your towel and bathing suite.
When he knows your far enough to where you can’t here him, he smiles.
“I did”
🔹🔹the birthday kiss🔹🔹
“Happy birthday to me!”
You pull your covers over your head and groan. His voice didn’t surprise you, he told you he was going to ‘Break in’ to spend his birthday morning with you, Yejun, and Shihyun. But truthfully, it’s because he knows yejun makes the best birthday pancakes.
However, you are surprised that he came into your room specifically.
“Hyuck! get out!” you groan louder, to make sure he can hear your agony.
“Y/nnnn It’s my birthdayyyy” he whines, you feel his knees settle into your mattress and his body lands on top of yours. “Hyuck! Please, 10 more minutes!” His body crushes yours, and you can smell his cologne, your not sure what it is, but you like the smell of it. “Okay, 10 more minutes” he remains still, on top of you, you pull the covers off your head to glare at him. “Alone, hyuck” you correct yourself and try to push his body off of yours.
“Not happening” his arms come to wrap around you, and he snuggles into your frame. “Oh my god, you have got to be kidding me-“ you push your Hands in his head to remove his face from you.
“-you promised to be nice to me on my birthday!… did you lie?” he mumble into your palm.
You huff and roll your eyes, releasing your hands from his face. “No I didn’t lie, I’m sorry. Happy birthday hyuck”
He smiles and hides his face in your neck. You feel butterflies flutter throughout your body, and you swear it’s just because your ticklish. “Thank you y/n, you’re too good to me” he mumbles into you, tightening his grip. “Okay whatever, let’s go wake up yejun so she can make your stupid pancakes” you laugh as his words against your neck make you giddy.
“You said ten more minutes?”
“Yeah but I’m awake now-“ you try to sit up, but of course he won’t budge.
“-Wait! What did you get me for my birthday?” He changes the subject and tightens has arms around you.
“I’m blessing you with my kindness”
“I meant physically”
“I’m allowing you to lay on top of me.” You pat his head and continue to try and escape his grip.
“No fair! That’s it? are you serious-“ you look at him, his eyes are on yours, his face has settled into a pout and he looks offended. “It’s a surprise, and I can’t give it to you if I can’t move” He smiles and instantly moves off if you, rolling his body to the side. You take your chance and fly off the bed, making your way to your living room with a sprint.
“Y/n! You liar” you hear his footsteps behind you. And you can’t help but giggle as he chases you about the dorm.
•••
You’re freaking out. Jisung just ate some bad sushi or something, and he’s throwing up outside of the restaurant. You’ve ran inside to ask for a cup or bottle of water from the front counter. You knew the place was sketchy when they didn’t clean off the table from the other customers, before seating you guys. You dig into your pocket for loose cash and throw it down on the counter.
Your hands are shaking and you are genuinely scared for Jisung’s life. Sure, maybe you’re being dramatic, but Jisung is like your child. When the person at the counter hands you a unopened water bottle, your run back out, and hand it to yejun who quickly helps Jisung drink it. He takes a sip and makes a face before spiting it out. the group laughs at the action, including you.
He’s fine. Your fine, everything is fine.
“You guys suck” he complains. He’s taking deep breathes and your glad that jaemin is there. He knows what he’s doing.
It was Jisung who picked the place, which is pretty ironic. It’s not cold outside today, however it rained earlier, and the wind is beginning to picki up. “Gargle, then spit, before you actually drink it. You need to get the acid out of your mouth-“
“Acid!? Am I going to die!?” Jisung looks to his hyung, jaemin, like he’s about to evaporate like Spiderman form infinity wars. You try your hardest not to laugh, biting your lip to restrain yourself. “You’re an idiot- who let Jisung pick the place!?” Shihyun slaps her hands over her face in disappointment.
“Haechan? Who else.” Yuta laughs, along with mark. Actually, they haven’t stopped laughing since Jisung first threw up inside. You stand there, with your hands in your pockets, slightly hoping to ease the coldness creaking up your skin. Now that you think about it maybe you were being a bit dramatic.
“Where is haechan?” You ask, looking around the parking lot for his white t-shirt, or the leather jacket you know he’s wearing tonight.
“He ran out to bring the car around, he said he needed to, just in case we needed to take mr ‘let me pick the place’ to the hospital” Johnny informs with a small laugh, and you join him.
I guess you aren’t the only one freaking out.
“Y/n?” You turn your head to Shihyun. “Can we go back to our place? We can get takeout there?”
“Why are you asking me? It’s not my birthday”
“Let’s do it!” You jump and turn around to see haechan. He’s wearing his glasses, a white t-shirt, and big, oversized black jeans.
Very sophisticated. The car is now parked closer to the group. Mark and yuta help Jisung in the car. They are still laughing…
Of course.
Johnny grabs the keys from haechan and hops in the driver seat.
“You want to go to our place?” You question the birthday boy with raised eyebrows. “Yeah, if anyones place is getting trashed tonight, it should be yours” you scoff and kick the side of his knee. “Ow! What the hell happened to being nice on my birthday?”
“That was a kick of kindness” you stick your tongue out and him. He smiles and follows you into the car. Renjun, yejun, jeno, and Shihyun all take another. And you make your way back to your apartment/dorm.
•••
When the takeout arrived, you tipped the delivery guy, and locked the door behind you, before making your way into your living space.
“How come you guys don’t want to sing me happy birthday!?” Haechan whines, his arms are wrapped around mark with a pout in his face. “We already did! At the restaurant- get off me you rat!” Mark shoves Haechan’s face away, similar to the way you did this morning. “That doesn’t count, we had to leave…. You guys don’t love me!” Haechan crosses his arms over his chest.
You place the food down on the table. The group had already been cleaning out your pantry of snacks, but quickly dropped them at the smell of food. However, the smell was making you want to throw up, maybe it was the thought of Jisung earlier, but you couldn’t stand it. “Finally, I’m starving” Jisung sighed and sat up to grab one of the containers from the bag.
How is he still able to eat!?
You cringe when he takes a huge mouthful of noodles. “Im going to go to the balcony” you say to Yejun. Everyone was either in conversation or eating. So you made sure at least one person heard you. Yejun nods and sends you a smile.
•••
You had been out here for at least 30 minutes now. Either on your phone or just watching cars pacing by, below you. When you heard the sliding doors opened, you almost instantly knew who it was. “So your hiding from the group? On my birthday?” You roll your eyes when none other then haechan takes a seat next to you. “No, I’m hiding from YOU, on your birthday” you joke. He deadpans to you and scoffs, but he can’t hold back his stupid smile. “You’re terrible” he scoffs.
“I’m a delight”
“Why are you out here?” He leans back but keeps his eyes on you. It’s dark out, the only lights illuminating yours and his face, are the streetlights and the lights from inside your apartment.
“The smell of the food, ‘guess in was making me nauseous” you reply simply. You don’t necessarily dislike his presence, you just don’t know how to respond to it, or how to act with you two being alone. “The food? Are you sure that’s what it is?” He ask with a knowing tone.
You tilt your head at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, never mind” he shakes his head slightly and turns to the street below you.
“No, that’s not fair, what did you mean?” You sit up in the chair your seated in, fully facing him. Heachan looks as if he’s weighing his options before answering. “I just think that maybe you left because you don’t feel included” your pinch your eyebrows together and shake your head. “No, that’s the farthest from the truth” you turn your head back to the passing cars. You note that the headlights are also a source of light.
“Sorry, you just do stuff like that a lot”
“Like what?”
“Like, act as if you aren’t apart of our group”
“I do not”
“You do. You never actually acknowledge yourself as a part of our family.”
You turn back to him with a glare,. Sometimes, anxiety may make you feel as if your just a bystander in the group, but they’ve never actually made you feel that way. Your just an over thinker. But this time, it was really just because of the smell… right? you pout and lean back in your seat with a huff. “I hate when you do that” you mumble, you are well aware that you probably look like a child that’s just been told Santa isn’t real, but you don’t give it much thought.
“Do what?” He asks, a curious expression sat on his face.
“I don’t know, but I hate it” you cross your arms in frustration. He just smiles to himself with a nod. Then it goes quiet for a bit. When he does you look aback at him, he looks lost, you can’t exactly pin point it. But it scares you.
“How is your birthday going so far?”
Haechan finds your gaze once again. His eyes flicker around your face, scanning your features as if he hasn’t memorized them already. “Better now that I’m with you”
“Don’t be cheesy” you roll your eyes and he slouches, deadpanning to you.
“Do you always do that?”
You shoot him another confused look. But he doesn’t elaborate, only watches you, waiting for an answer. “Do what?” You finally ask after a moment.
“That. You always refuse to have meaningful conversations. And you always reject emotional topics. Makes me feel like you don’t want anything to do with me, or any of us”
Woah…
You stare at him, dumbfounded. You hate when he can read you like an open book, you absolutely hate it. And you hate when he wants to have these stupid deep conversations just as much.
You hate when he can fix you.
But you also hate when you accidentally make him feel bad. You feel guilty when you genuinely hurt his feelings, and you’ve noticed that actually insulting him doesn’t hurt him as much as when you push him away.
“Um… I’m- uh-“ you stutter for a moment, trying your hardest to find your words.
“Sorry-“ he begins, he was ready to take back very thing he just said, if it meant you would relax. He placed his hand on yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “-that was too far…”
“No, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to shoot down your efforts at being kind, but you almost always are- no that’s not what I mean- I mean I’m just not very good at that stuff”
“You mean you have trouble believing it?”
“Yes.”
You feel as if every sentence that leave your mouth, is a page he’s flipping. Each conversation you two have is like a new chapter. He’s getting to close to the plot twist, and you’ll be damned if you allow that to happen.
“But I usually don’t have to worry about that with other people, just you guys”
“Huh?” His brows furrow, and he eyes you suspiciously. You blink twice before explaining yourself.
“Usually my friends say those kinds of things, but the words are always empty, so I don’t have to worry about believing them, or addressing them.”
“Why would you want to have those kinds of friends?”
“It’s easier for me, when they eventually take their leave” you shrug. Your eyes are trained to the street instead of him. It was easier to talk this way.
“Oh… so have you always done that? Even as a kid?”
“Yep… until you guys”
“That’s really sad y/n” he sounded hurt for you, but you shrug it off once again. “I don’t get why you would want to surround yourself with people like that” you think back to a quote you’ve read before, hoping that it would explain it better then you can.
“”I was nearly pathologically afraid of abandonment, and so I’d repeatedly picked people who were absolutely incapable of giving me what I needed, to ensure I was never really at risk of substantial loss” that’s the simplest way I can explain it”
“You picked me because you don’t think I’m capable of giving you what you need?” He sounded panicked and you raise your hands and shack them violently.
“Nonono, I didn’t exactly pick you Hyuck…”
You just showed up
He’s not sure he understands what you mean, but you seemed scared that you had offended him, so he let it go. “Well… I do mean those words.” He finally responds.
you send him a tight lipped smile, glad he didn’t make you explain yourself further. He’s too understanding, you wish he would push you, or make fun of you. You wished he would give you a reason to dislike him. “I know” you whisper in response, to scared to speak at normal volume. his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips. You just watch him, his hair falls so perfectly around his face and you notice that his glasses are gone, probably discarded on the table inside.
“I’m serious, i meant all of them.” He adds, his hands finds yours again, and you can’t find it in yourself to pull away. “I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed this birthday if you weren’t here” the sound of the group talking inside is long forgotten, though their voices are heard getting louder. Maybe and argument? Or they are all having a very passionate debate? Who cares- lee Haechan is about to kiss you.
God your going to have a hard time pretending this conversation didn’t happen later. His body leans into yours and you don’t move an inch, actually you probably leaned in yourself.
“Y/n?”
“Yes?”
“You still haven’t given me a birthday gift yet” his voice is dazed and your almost certain that he’s not even paying attention to what’s coming out of his mouth anymore.
“I haven’t?”
You’re not exactly listening to him either, his cologne form earlier is clouding your mind, your brain feels fuzzy when you realize how close he’s gotten. The voices on the other side of the wall begin to muffle out.
“I mean, I don’t care if you forgot to get me one… you’d just have to make it up to me…”
“Yeah?”
he doesn’t bother responding. Finally, he closes the distance between you two. Heachans lips on yours felt like a burst of energy throughout your body. You were almost shaking, if you even tried to move a part of your body, you’re sure you would end up pulling him closer instead. The hand that’s not holding yours comes to lightly hold your face. Your holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel him pushing further into you, almost begging you to reciprocate the kiss,
So you do…
Pushing your lips back into his, you hear a sigh of relief leave him. Haechans other hand finds the other side of your face, and You bring your hand up to cup his, and rest one on his shoulder. It’s was so intimate. He’s kissing you, giving you every kiss he couldn’t have given you in the past, and every kiss he wants to give you in the future. You almost pass out form running out of breath, but you’d rather die then pull away from him.
“Y/n!? Heachan!? Do you think girl athletes and guys athletes should be paid evenly!?”
The sound of Johnny making his way toward the sliding doors is the only thing that pulls you and the birthdays boy apart. The curtains open first and then door second. You and haechan both adjust yourselves when Johnny appears in the doorframe. The sudden interruption caught you off guard but your glad the universe stopped you. You were reminded of what your doing and almost fainted right there and then.
“Okay listen, male athletes get paid more because they are more popular- not because that are better or whateverr, but just in general. Right?” Johnny continues, you look at Haechan, he seems bothered at the fact that his friend ruined his moment with you. A moment he’s been waiting for since you two have meet.
“No! Not fair, your going to tell them in a way that will make you seem right!” Shihyun appears behind the tall guy in the doorway.
“That’s the point” they begin to lightly and playfully push each other around. “Okay, how about we all continue this debate inside? It’s cold” you quickly get up from your seat and push the two children away so you can escape. You don’t even think of looking back to haechan.
Thank the lords, you’re not sure what would have happened if they hadn’t showed up, but you weren’t ready to face it.
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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Thanks....
In no specific order. Did i take this opportunity to post pics of these characters? Yes.
Revy (Black Lagoon)
A dual wielding gunslinger from Roanapur. She is badass and deeply unhinged. A seriously traumatized woman with solid character flaws and a weirdly pseudo romantic relationship with the guy she kidnapped for a ransom and is now desperately trying to protect without realizing that she can't save his innocence, because he was never innocent and pure.
Fredrica Sawyer (Black Lagoon)
A cleaner from Roanapur, uses a chainsaw as her primary weapon, cannot talk due to a severe injury to her larynx and uses a voice synthesizer. An adorable and creepy goth girl who may or may not have in universe ties to the Texas Chainsaw massacre. Which yes, implies that black lagoon is set in the same universe as the TCM movies.
Dazai Osamu (BSD)
Love the depiction of depression and mental health problems with the guy. Love how he is constantly present everywhere and is seen through everyone else's perspective and yet we know so little about him. He is a dork and a brat and so annoying. He is usually aloof and distant but deep down has the capacity to be tender and kind that is only seen in the rare moments of vulnerability. But he is so hopeful and yet completely convinced he deserves nothing.
Chuuya Nakahara (BSD)
He's such a tragic character like his life is one compromise after another as he gets pushed further and further into a bad situation but he will not let that stop him from making the best out of his situation. His compassion and empathy for even those who hurt him is so powerful but his brutality and intelligence is another aspect that makes him stand out against the other characters of his kind. And then you have his incredible loyalty where he will cross all boundaries to protect those he considers his people. Gorgeous characterization honestly.
Yato (Noragami)
Another extremely tragic character and one who is trying so hard to change his fate despite everything. My guy does NOT catch a single break through the centuries he has been alive and he is still so hopeful. Not to mention letting Bishamon despise him for so long just to protect Kazuma, a guy he barely knew at the time. UGH. And his whole thing for Hiyori and his affection for Yukine. Kill me!
Yukine (Noragami)
This was the first time I cried honestly. His backstory had me curled up in my bed unable to eat for an entire day. And his growth from an annoying unlikeable brat to one of the most lovable characters is crazy. Also no, I will never not cry over Yukine calling Yato 'dad'.
Jeremy Pascal (Tales from the Gas Station)
I didnt realize how much I liked him till I thought he died. In that regard I'm like Jack I guess, neither of us realised how much we cared for this adorkable himbo ex cultist. The fact that he is genuinely heartbroken that his suicide cult abandoned him and committed without him is so...oddly endearing and just the energy he adds is charming. He's also such a great friend to Jack, man better start appreciating him more.
Sorey (Tales of Zestiria)
This is my son. And my sun. He is the most precious, sweetest boy to me. Aside from being ridiculously gay about Mikleo, the guy is what you'd think is a typical hero figure in such a setting. Pure, celibate, sweet and even tempered etc. But he is snarky as hell, constantly teases others, is NOT oblivious contrary to popular opinion. He is also irritable. I also love that he is an archaeology nerd.
Irma Lair (W.I.T.C.H)
I dont remember too much about her but I always really liked her. Enough that she is still amongst my absolute favorites. It probably helps that she was made wlw in the tv series and has some shippy moments with Cornelia in particular.
Balalaika (Black lagoon)
Listen, she is an ex military woman, who went MIA with her entire squad of loyal soldiers and now runs the fucking mafia in Roanapur. Woman is gorgeous and has acid burn scars all down her face and body. And she is terrifying. She will break necks with a smile and values loyalty and efficiency above all else. But she is such a deeply damaged woman who deserved better. But see, the people in Roanapur are there cause this is their last stand before they end up dead.
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Doing the right thing
Weekly hournite fic alert!! I’ve been slacking the last few weeks but I’m back at it. This is post 3x05 just a phone calll between Rick and Beth as they discuss what’s going on with Beth and her parents.
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Beth sits, staring blankly at her laptop screen. She knows what she did was the right thing, her parents need to stay out of the JSA business to keep them safe, but that doesn’t change the fact that she feels absolutely awful. The way they looked at her with complete and utter disappointment in their eyes, like she’d just broken their hearts. She knows they were excited to be part of the whole superhero world, to see their daughter grow into the new Dr. Mid-Nite but it’s not safe for them. If anything happened to them she would never forgive herself. After hearing what happened to Sylvester’s sister she was afraid. Afraid that even them knowing her secret identity is enough to get them killed. Afraid that her choice to become a hero was selfish and going to tear her family apart.
No matter what she does it feels like it’s the wrong choice. Keeping her family involved risks them, but cutting them out hurts their feelings. There’s no right answer. She’s in complete and utter despair, running through her mind over and over if she made the right choice. She can’t decide. Telling her parents to stay out of the JSA business was the safe option, but it’s also the one that hurts the most. Beth keeps trying to tell herself it was the right thing to do, but the haze of tears in her eyes betrays her forced train of thought. She’s trying her best to regulate her breathing, focus on anything else, but she can’t. Not when she knows her parents are probably right outside her door, tearing themselves apart because they think they did something wrong. They didn’t do anything wrong. Or did they? Or were they just being too nice or-
Beth’s phone rings.
She lifts her glasses to rub at her eyes, clearing them the best she can before she leans over to see who’s calling.
Rick⏳💜
Beth isn’t sure if this is exactly who she was hoping would call, or the opposite. She doesn’t want Rick to hear her like this, so distraught over something that she knows should’ve been an easy choice. But at the same time, he knows her better than anyone else. Rick knows what to tell her in these situations. She thinks back to when she explained to him that her parents were getting divorced. He had helped more than anyone else then, so why not now? This was like a divorce between her superhero and normal life, right? That was a weirdly accurate way to put it, actually. She’d have to put that away for later use. She snaps back to attention as her ringtone loops, reminding her that she has to actually answer the phone in order to talk to Rick. Taking a deep breath, she picks up the phone and presses the green button.
“Rick?”
“Beth! Hey! I had to call you, I have great news.” Rick sounds so excited, a stark contrast to everything Beth is feeling.
“Oh. You do?”
“Yeah! I fixed the hourglass! Not only that, I made it even better! It works for longer than an hour!”
Beth tries her hardest to sound enthusiastic, this really is great news. It’s been a while since she’s heard Rick this happy, and she knows the hourglass conundrum had been looming over his head for some time now. To know that he’s solved it should have them both jumping for joy, yet with everything that’s happened, she can’t quite feign as much excitement as the situation requires.
“That’s great!” Beth’s voice quivers as she says it, and she winces.
“Beth? Are you okay?”
Of course Rick catches it instantly. He knows her too well.
“Yeah, I’ll be alright, it’s nothing. Tell me about your hourglass.” She deflects, trying her best to keep her voice steady this time.
“Are you sure? If there’s something going on you can tell me, you know that.” Rick persists.
“I know I just… You’re really excited right now, I don’t wanna kill your mood.” Beth says, trying her best to hold back her tears which are already threatening to spill.
“No, no, don't worry. What’s going on?”
Beth takes a breath, rolling a pencil back and forth along her desk nervously.
“I told my parents to stay out of my JSA business is all. Like I said, nothing.” She explains, rushing her words the best she can.
“Well did they take it well?” Rick asks, and she can practically see him now, leaning over the phone with the concerned look on his face that makes his forehead crinkle like he does whenever he’s concerned for her.
“No. Of course they didn’t.” Beth admits, as her grip tightens on her phone.
“Well what did they say?”
“It wasn’t really what they said, it was how they looked. They looked at me like I’d just taken their hearts out and shattered them. They just wanted to help, Rick, but it was too much for me. I didn’t want to hurt them, and now I have, and I just feel so terrible.”
The other end of the line goes silent. Rick does that sometimes, when he really needs to think. Beth waits for his response patiently, trying not to stress herself out any more than she already is.
“You did the right thing, Beth. You know that right?”
“If I did the right thing then why do I feel like I just… I don’t know, I kicked a puppy or something.”
“Because you did.”
Rick immediately realises what he’s just said and stumbles over his words in an attempt to amend himself,
“Well, no, okay, you didn’t, but it’s like… Your parents are the puppy. They’re in a dangerous situation, but they won’t leave right? So in order to finally get to them to leave, you have to kick them. That’s a bad analogy. I'm sorry.”
“No, I get it, it's okay. I did what I had to do, even if it hurts everyone involved. ” Beth nods along.
“Exactly. You’re gonna feel so shitty in the moment, but then in the long run you realise it was the right choice all along. You’re keeping them safe, and that’s what matters most.”
“I guess.”
“Beth, my parents lost their lives because of superhero stuff. I wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, especially not you. Please trust me, you did the right thing. You did.” Rick reassures her.
“I know but why does the right thing hurt so bad? I just want everyone to be happy, and I know that I’ve just made them unhappy and I can’t… I don’t want to deal with that. What if they hate me now?” Beth wonders aloud, letting her thoughts consume her for just a moment.
“They don’t hate you. You’re their daughter, you’re Dr. Mid-Nite. Their hero. They just need some time to understand the weight of the situation, and why you had to make the choice to get them away from the superhero side of your life. That’s all.”
Beth finds herself fully crying now, clinging to her phone as if Rick could hug her through the cold glass screen. He can’t, of course, but it does a little to dull the ache in her chest that tells her to run as far away from home as she can, to the Pit Stop and into Rick’s arms.
“Beth? Are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry. Thanks Rick. You always know how to help.”
“I try my best. Trust me, I’m not always good, I mean look at what happened at lunch today.”
“With Cameron?”
“Yeah, I think I fucked up. But he doesn’t deserve my respect anyway, so I don’t care. It doesn’t matter, Courtney will get over it. What matters is that you’re alright. Are you alright? Or, I guess, feeling any better, even a little?”
“Yeah, I’m a little better.”
“Good. That’s all I needed to hear.”
Beth can’t help but smile at her phone, pressing it to her forehead with a small huff.
“Hey Beth? Do you need to get out of your house?” Rick asks suddenly.
It’s like he can read her thoughts.
“Yeah. I think I do.”
“Wanna go on a car ride? I mean, you don’t have to, it’s late, but I’m not too far, we can just go for a bit, and just calm down. I’m not busy anymore, I finished the hourglass, so I don’t have anything to worry about anymore.” He offers,
Beth is so ready to accept, but she has to pause for a moment.
“Don’t you have a biology test tomorrow?”
“That’s a tomorrow problem.” Rick says dismissively.
“Whatever you say.”
That seems to be enough of a yes for Rick as he says,
“I’ll be there in ten. Don’t make me wait!”
“I won’t. You know I never do.”
“Never. Not even that one time your morning muffins weren’t done in time and you almost made us both late for class.”
“That was a one time thing!” Beth exclaims a little too loudly, and she silently reminds herself to keep quiet.
“And you’re never going to live it down. Sorry Beth, you’re too good. I have to take note of the scuffs on your record when I can so I can use them against you in situations like this.”
“Alright Mister Tyler. I will be remembering this betrayal.”
“Oh no, you brought out the last name. That’s when I know I’m in trouble.” Rick says with a feigned gasp.
Beth can’t help but laugh, wiping away her tears as she grins at her phone. Trust Rick to always be the one to make her feel better. She knows there’s still a lot to worry about, but here, talking to him, everything else seems so miniscule. All her problems fade away, if only for a moment.
“Are we laughing? Is that a laugh I hear?”
“Yes, Rick. I’m laughing. You did it, you won. You got me to laugh.”
“It wasn’t something for me to win, Beth. I win every time I get to see you happy. I’m just glad I can help. Now, I’m all packed up so I’m gonna drive over now. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Alright. See you soon.”
The line goes quiet, and Beth is left alone with her thoughts once again. She feels better at least. Her worries about what her family is feeling are still there, but they’re not as strong. She knows she’s done the right thing to keep them safe, and Rick has only affirmed that belief. Now he’s on the way here, to make sure she’s okay, and honestly she’s never been more grateful. She’s excited, of course, to hear he’s fixed his hourglass. That he’ll finally feel like a confident and functioning member of the team again, and she can’t wait to hear all about it in the car. She knows she will. There’s only so long Rick can go before he starts talking about whatever he’s excited about. At least, that’s how he is whenever he’s with Beth. She doesn’t mind, though. She loves it when he talks about something he’s enthusiastic about. There’s not much to be excited about these days anyway, so it’s a small light in the dark to keep her mind off of everything else.
Speaking of light in the dark, Beth spots the twin beams of light turning down her road that indicates Rick has arrived. She grabs a jacket off of the back of her chair, and races downstairs, careful not to alert her parents that she’s leaving. She wants to avoid as much conflict as possible from here on out. She’ll text them once she’s in the car. They’ll probably assume its JSA business anyway.
As soon as Beth is out the front door she sees him through the front window of his car. Rick is giving her a small, sad smile and wave, gesturing for her to get in. Beth feels all her tension melt away as she climbs into the passenger seat. He looks at her with wide concerned brown eyes, and she lets herself get lost in them for a while. She thinks she deserves to, she’s been through a lot today.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“Where do you wanna go?”
She doesn’t say it out loud, but at this point Beth would go anywhere with Rick. Hell, she’d let him drive her to Antarctica if he wanted to. At least then they’d be away from everyone else, and free to spend time together. Sure it would be cold, but they could huddle for warmth. It would be nice. She has to forcibly snap herself out of her fantasies, to look back over to Rick.
“Anywhere. We can just see where the night takes us. You can talk more about your hourglass too, if you want. You said you fixed it?”
Rick’s eyes light up in a way that makes Beth want to hug him and hold him as tightly as she can.
“Yes! Alright, sounds good. Lets go.”
And with that Rick pulls out of the driveway and down the road, letting the night take them. It’ll probably just be another late night drive down country roads, like it usually is. But it’s nice. It’s nights like these, that Beth wishes these car rides would never end. If she could, she would stay here forever. That’s the dream. But it’s a dream for later. For now, she’s happy to spend just tonight with the boy she has a crush on. A guy who understands her better than anyone else. Really, who could ask for more? Not Beth, not tonight at least. Tonight, she’s just happy that he’s by her side. She’s just happy that they’re together. For now, that’s enough.
#Rick does NOT condone kicking puppies btw he's just bad at words obv#Honestly big mood#Rick Tyler#Beth Chapel#Hournite#Hournite fic#Stargirl#Stargirl Spoilers#3x05#Stargirl fic
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“Hear any of that?” I turned to Shigaraki and tilted my head.
“Any of what?”
“The news.” I shook my head, and he chuckled a bit. “Well, I’m really great full for all the publicity we’ve been getting. Hey, don’t you agree...?” I shrugged.
“It depends on how you want to think about it,” I answered. “Right now, it’s the reason staying low is the best option for you guys.” I felt Ayame’s burning gaze pierce the back of my head and sighed. I heard the door close and turned to look behind Ayame to Dabi.
“Shinso, come.” Ayame growled but turned to Dabi. “Not you, dumbass. The little one.” He turned to me, and his tone changed. “Come on.” I hummed at the weirdly gentle voice but followed.
“Where’d you go?” I asked, trotting after him to the bathroom. He lifted the items in his arms to signal he stole from some store. “Why? We have to lay low.”
“A thank you would be nice,” he replied while shoving a box of pads into my chest. “You’re welcome.” I tilted my head at him. “Kai.” I huffed but thanked him. “Up.” I hopped on the counter between two sinks and watched Dabi unwrap my arms and head. I hummed at the familiar look on his face.
“You’re either an older brother or dad,” I observed. “Too young for dad. Do I remind you of a sibling or something?”
“Shut up before I set you on fire,” he threatened. “Turns out I wasted my time and energy. You’re fine.” He turned and quickly left the room.
“Thank you!” I called after him. ‘I was right about something. That was an odd reaction.’
“I’m just doing what I’m told!” ‘He doesn’t seem the type to follow the rules either.’ I shrugged and slid off the counter to go to one of the bathroom stalls. I sighed when I left the bathroom. A hand on my shoulder kept me from going any farther. I turned and sighed at Ayame.
“You are far more devious than I thought. I raised an eyebrow.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She scoffed.
“You’re doing what took me years,” she hissed.
“Okay, same question.” I shrugged her hand off my shoulder, but she grabbed me again.
“Somehow, you have Tomura wrapped around your finger,” Ayame finally explained. “Congratulations on getting Dabi too.”
“Shigaraki, maybe, but Dabi’s just following orders.”
“What? You think Shigaraki is ordering us to make you comfy? No one’s comfortable here! What did you do?” I shrugged to answer and to get her hand off of me.
“Nothing,” I replied. “It never crossed your mind that I’m just likable? Unlike you, Ayame, I don’t need to play with people’s heads to make friends."
“You are nothing more than a manipulative bitch, and I’ll make sure Tomura knows it.”
“Okay, Ayame.” I turned and walked away, taking a deep breath when I went around the corner. ‘God, I hate it here.’
---
According to the news, everyone but Ragdoll was safe and accounted for. Those unconscious or injured were safe but in the hospital to be monitored. It seemed that they wanted to be sure that there were no lasting effects. They were also naming me a hero. I learned the villains’ real goal and sacrificed myself for the safety of my friends and heroes. I wanted that to happen, but the name still made me cringe. I grabbed the remote and clicked the television off. “I’m getting sick of hearing that,” I grumbled as I patted Aza’s head.
“Um, Shinso…”
“Hiva,” I corrected Magne. “What’s up?” She took the bar stool beside me.
“I wanted to apologize for that.” Magne pointed to her head.
“You’re trans, right?” Magne slowly nodded, wondering what that had to do with anything. “I’ll pretend it never happened if you get a little personal with me.”
“What do you mean?” I shrugged with a sigh.
“I’ve never had anyone to talk to when it comes to gender stuff. Maybe it’s weird, but…”
“It’s not weird,” Magne assured. “What’s up?”
“How did you know?” I asked. “Well, I know, but how did you accept it, I guess, is what I mean. Because everyone else I’ve met, my family included, can be who they are no problem, but I feel guilty and wrong when I try.”
“You’re not them,” Magne told me. “Every journey is different, and yours had Ayame in a way theirs didn't.” I grumbled a bit.
“She fucks with you too?”
“Just those little passing comments,” Magne stated. “I can guess the impression she made about gender and sexuality. No matter what, people will look down on you for being yourself. It makes being you the hardest thing to be. At some point, you should stop living in the image others set for you and start living in the one you set for yourself.” Ayame chose that moment to walk in, and I bit my lip. “You’re a kind, pretty kid. You deserve to be yourself.” I smiled at Magne.
“Thanks.” Magne nodded.
“I hoped that helped.” I nodded back.
“It did.”
---
Kai sat beside me at the bar, and I slid the bag of chips over to him. With Shigaraki as a babysitter to make sure I didn’t slip away, I used my Quirk to disguise us. I used the same trick I had to get into the underground bar and went out to steal some food from a relatively close corner store. How they lived in this bar so long, I have no clue. “No.” He pushed the bag back and continued to stare.
“What’s with the face?” I asked as I stole my drink back from Shigaraki. “Will you stop that?!” He huffed. “Well, I told you to get your own.” Kai grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. “Hey, watch it!” He threw me into the bathroom, and I almost stumbled into one of the stalls. “What’s your problem, man?” Kai sighed and rubbed at his hair. “Are you okay?” I could feel his nervousness. Something about him felt normal, and I hated that. He took my hand and placed it on his head.
“Read,” he ordered.
“I need to talk to you, but it just can’t be here.” ‘Still so paranoid.’ I thought with a sigh. For whatever reason, I let him pull me after him. I felt someone following us, and from how Kai’s jaw tensed, he did too. He went out the back and through the emergency exit, practically staring into my soul when the door swung shut. The door slammed open, and we both jumped, Kai pulling me closer like it was still an instinct. I looked over and saw Ayame searching the alley.
“Damn, Haruko!” She waited a minute before sighing and heading back inside. When the door closed again, Kai started pointing in random directions, teleporting us anywhere and everywhere until we stopped on a random roof. He sighed and let go of me when he blinked, rubbing at his eyes.
“Okay, what’s going on?”
“I’m sorry.” I tilted my head.
“Excuse me?” Kai swallowed and shook his head.
“I just… I wanted to finally say it. I swear I mean it, but it'll make you listen to what I have to say.” I was confused but sat, and Kai slowly did the same.
“Alright, I’m listening.” Kai sighed.
“I was looking back at everything, and I realized we were made to fail,” he started. “I was shit, and it made you act like shit.”
“You weren’t the only one causing problems,” I mumbled. ‘It was just easier to pretend it was just you.’ Kai shook his head and laughed.
“No. You tried so hard! I really changed you.”
“Just a bit.” ‘After blaming him for so long, it’s hard to see him like this. I don’t think it’s just his fault. Or is it, and I just want to believe he’s good?’
“I was the bad guy. You were and somehow still are so perfect.” I shook my head. ‘I want this to be a trick, but I can feel your regret. Go back to being mean.’ “We each had issues. You kept yours to yourself, and I took mine out on you. I’m sorry, Hi- Shinso. I didn’t have anything to go off of. I thought that’s how it was supposed to be.” I nodded, remembering all the times they had to listen to his parents’ arguments that quickly turned to fist fights. “You were no stranger to the screaming and fighting, but when Aizawa showed up, you got a sense of stability I never knew. You tried so hard, and I turned us into my parents. There’s not enough apologies in the world to make up for that. I did whatever I could to hurt you, and I still don’t know why. Maybe I was jealous that you were growing, and I was still stuck.” Kai gave me a sad smile. “I made you afraid of me. You still look afraid of me.” I sighed and pulled my knees to my chest.
“You want to believe I was perfect, but you have to be honest,” I said. “I wasn’t a good person when I was with you. Maybe it’s because people play into the toxicity of others. That’s what you want to believe. I don’t care if it was because of you or not, though. I still feel bad for what I did, and I wanted to blame you, too. Hearing you take responsibility like that makes me feel bad for not doing the same. I cheated, too, because I wanted to get back at you. I yelled back, and I pushed you back-"
“You never hit me back.” I rested my chin on my knees and looked at the ground.
“But I wanted to,” I admitted quietly. “I really wanted to.”
“Everything you did, you wouldn’t have if it weren’t for me.” I quickly wiped my eyes just in case and looked up at him.
“But I still could’ve been better. You’re not the only one that messed up. I don’t want to blame only you anymore.” He shook his head.
“You didn’t do anything to make me act how I did.”
“Then it was neither of our faults.” Kai shook his head again. “No, because your family made you like that, so it’s not your fault either. You were right. We would’ve never made it together. We were, what, thirteen when we first met? Traumatized and desperate for anyone to love us? How can we be at fault for that?” Kai sighed.
“You’re still so stubborn.” I smiled at his little chuckle.
“But I think it was me.”
“Hi- Shin- I’m bad at this. Shinso-” Kai shut his mouth when I lifted my hand.
“I still care about and love you, just not how I did. I don’t think it was ever how I should’ve. It’s a trick I’ve played on myself so many times. You liked me, so I made myself like you back.” Kai was rightfully upset at that. “If I loved you how I should’ve, none of this would’ve happened.” Kai shook his head.
“You’re right. It was none of our faults.” I tilted my head. “You expect me to believe you’d act like that without your mommy and abandonment issues?” I rolled my eyes at the seriousness hidden in his joking tone. “I think we just got dealt an unlucky hand.” I nodded.
“I think so too.” It was comfortably silent, something I didn’t expect. “You’re so normal now. What was that at USJ? It certainly wasn’t Haruko.” Haruko smiled at the sound of his first name but quickly shook it away.
“Because it wasn’t,” he replied. “It was Ayame. This is what I wanted to say. She wanted me to join. She said I could finally get you back, and I fell for it. I heard her plans, and found out what kind of person she was. It was one hell of an eye-opener, that’s for sure. I tried to back out, but she didn’t let me. Everything’s been foggy ever since. I remember it, but it’s like a dream. I don’t know what happened or what I made up.” I waved my hand to interrupt him, getting on my knees to lean into his face.
“Sorry, one sec. You broke out of her brainwashing?” He nodded. “How? I’ve never met anyone that could do that.” Haruko shrugged.
“I don’t know, but I’m not worried about that now. Ayame’s losing it. She’s not just gonna fall off her rocker, it’s gonna send her flying. Honestly, Hiva, the things she’s said…” Haruko shivered. “I thought I had it bad. She’s a monster and far too good at hiding it.” I nodded.
“Believe me, I’m aware.”
“I want you to go.” I shook my head. “No, Hiva, you really have to go.”
“No, Haruko, I will not.”
“You can’t actually be joining the league?!”
“So, what if I am?!” I yelled. “What’s there to lose?”
“Kaminari!” he shouted back. “That’s his name, right? Your Mic?” I sighed at the comparison.
“One of them… I guess.” Haruko processed this for a second.
“Oh… Oh!” I nodded. “I thought that was a rumor.”
“Nope.” It was quiet for a second, and Haruko shifted to sit next to me.
“I’m really happy for you,” he told me. “I’m happy you have him and whoever the other one is. I’m glad you have real friends and not those fakes we used to have to pretend to like. I’m happy you’re happy.” I smiled at Haruko and gently took his hand before letting my head to fall to his shoulder.
“Do you think Ayame’s losing grip on her Quirk because she’s losing grip on herself?” I wondered aloud.
“Maybe. I can’t think of any other reason.” I stood and pulled Haruko to his feet.
“Let’s just go back,” I said. “Ayame probably knows you’re out of it, so I suggest you play along. Don’t let her think you’re gonna leave. I’ll get you out of there. I promise.” Haruko smiled and pulled me into a tight hug.
“Thank you so much, Hiva.” I slowly hugged him back.
“Of course. That’s what heroes do, right?” Haruko pulled away with an even wider smile.
“I knew you weren’t joining.”
“We’re going. Come on.”
---
There was so much going on. Maybe, not a lot going on, but it certainly felt overwhelming. “Oh, pops,” I sighed at the screen.
“We deeply apologize for the incident that allowed harm to come to 28 first years of the hero course because of our unpreparedness. We apologize for causing unease in society due to our negligence in properly defending ourselves as a place of learning. We are truly sorry.” Pops, Nezu, and Vlad bowed, and I turned to my cup, tuning out what was on the screen until it shut off.
“It’s so strange…” I looked beside me to Shigaraki. “Why are the heroes being criticized? The way they were dealing with things was just a little off the mark. Is it because it’s their job to protect? Everyone makes a mistake or two. Are they supposed to be perfect? Modern-day heroes are so uptight. Don’t you think, Hiva?” I shrugged.
“Certainly, seems it,” I agreed. “Something I’ve realized in the public eye is that everyone loves you, but no one likes you. The longer you have a spotlight on you, the easier it is to get uptight. Heroes need everyone to like them all the time.”
“Once heroes receive compensation to protect people,” Spinner spoke up, “they aren’t heroes anymore. That is Stain’s teaching.”
“Hey, cultist, when did I say anything that had to do with that?” I asked. “While Stain’s ideology is correct, in a sense, you get paid for everything since everything’s a job. It’s unavoidable.”
“The strange system of transforming people’s lives into money or glory… The society that sticks tight to those rules… the citizens who blame the losers rather than encourage them… Our fight is to question: What is a hero? What is justice? Is this society truly just? We’ll have everyone thinking about it. We’re planning on winning. You like winning, too, right?” I nodded. “Even though our situations differ, everyone here has been restricted and suffered because of people's rules… and heroes…”
“And I can understand that,” I stated. “Also, why I’ve asked you to drop the ones that restricted me. You’ve done everything else, practically bent over backwards. Why can’t you do this one thing?" I felt Ayame’s rage-filled eyes burn into the back of my head. “My guess: You don’t have as much power as you think.” Everyone was silent.
“Tomura, don’t listen to her,” Ayame ordered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Can’t you hear her? She’s trying to manipulate you. Play you like a puppet.” I nodded.
“Yes,” I told him, “but it’s to open your eyes. Who do I sound like?”
“Ayame,” he muttered, pulling his shoulder from her grip.
“That’s what she does. She pretends to be your friend until you make a decision she doesn’t like. Shiggy, when was the last time you made an order without her whispering over your shoulder? How many times has she lashed out because you didn’t do what she wanted?”
“You, shut up!” Ayame screamed.
“Maybe like that?” I asked. “Shiggy, she’s the real puppet master. You’re not really in charge. She just wants you to think you are. People have noticed. Everyone has but you.” It stayed dead quiet. It was awkward with tension so thick a chainsaw couldn’t even cut through.
“Th-The heroes said they’re continuing their investigation of us… We don’t have time to talk leisurely. Sensei- Lend me your power.”
“Ah, I forgot. Everyone has you around their finger.” Shigaraki’s hand twitched at my words. “You just don’t know how to think for yourself.” Shigaraki took a step towards me but stopped when there was a knock at the door.
“Pizza-La, Camino store.” I tilted my head. All Might suddenly burst through the wall Spinner was leaning on with a loud shout.
“What the-!” I sighed at Spinner’s cry and rested my chin in my palm.
“Kurogiri! Gate!” Shigaraki ordered.
“Pre-emptive Binding…” the tree hero I couldn’t remember the name of right now swung in and trapped everyone, “... Lacquered Chain Prison!”
“A tree?” Dabi mumbled, blue flames starting to light over his body. “What the heck?” An old hero zipped in and kicked Dabi in the head to knock him out.
“Don’t be impatient. It’d be in your best interest to stay put.”
“Just what I’d expect from one of the most competent new heroes around, Kamui Woods! And the veteran faster than the eye can see, Gran Torino! You can’t run anymore, League of Villains! Why? Because we are here!” ‘All For One has to have a plan to get them out of this. I wasn’t expecting a rescue so fast. I can work around it. I can make this work.’
“Right after the press conference…” Compress muttered. “Don’t tell me this was pre-arranged?” ‘It has to be.”
“Tree man! Stop pulling me! Push!” Twice yelled while Toga wiggled and whined.
“When one is on the offensive is when one neglects defense the most,” Edgeshot stated as he appeared in the bar. “We’re not the only ones here from the Pizza-La Comino store.” He opened the door to show officers armed to the teeth. ‘Can’t believe I’m wishing for this, but All For One, get us outta here. I got shit to do.’ “Outside, you’re surrounded by skilled heroes, like Endeavor,” ‘a stretch.’, “and the police.”
“I’m sure you were scared.” I rolled my eyes at Uncle Nori. “You did good bearing it. I’m sorry. It’s fine now, Young Hiva!”
“I’ve been scarier places than a musty bar,” I replied. “I had everything under control.” All Might smiled and gave me a thumbs up before pulling me over and into his side. I noticed him eyeing Ayame, and she flipped him off, biting the air in his direction. “God damn! Did any of you bring a muzzle?”
“After I went through all that trouble to prepare this… Why are you coming to me, you last boss?” Shigaraki questioned. “It can’t be helped. ‘We’re not the only ones here.’ The same goes for us. Kurogiri, bring as many as you can over!”
“Nomus, I presume!” All Might shouted back.
“What’s the matter, Kurogiri?” ‘They destroyed it?’ I guessed.
“I’m sorry, Shigaraki Tomura. The Nomus that were supposed to be in the fixed location… are not there…!”
“Huh?"
“You are still green, Shigaraki.” I looked up at All Might when he patted my shoulder.
“Huh,” Shigaraki growled.
“League of Villains, you underestimated everything too much- The soul of a young woman-” ‘That’s a jump.’ “The diligent investigations of the police- And- Our anger! That’s enough with that childish pranks. This is the end. Shigaraki Tomura!”
“All Might… This is the hero acknowledged by Stain!” I squinted at Spinner. ‘You are really brainwashed, my guy.’
“The end, you say? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve only just begun. Justice… peace… I’ll destroy this garbage heap that you put a lid on with such vague ideas!” Shigaraki struggled to stand as he spoke. “It was for that purpose that I set All Might apart and started gathering people to my cause. Don’t be ridiculous. This is the beginning. Kurogiri!” Edgeshot attacked Kurogiri before he could do anything!”
“No, stop!” Magne yelled. ‘After what All Might said, how can anyone be sure this is justice and not revenge?’ “I couldn’t see anything! What, did you kill him?”
“I played around with his insides and made him unconscious!” Edgeshot replied. “He is not dead. Ninpo-Thousand Sheet Pierce! This man was always a nuisance. I’ll have him sleep.”
“Didn’t I tell you earlier that it’d be in your best interest to stay put?” Gran Torino asked. “Hikiishi Kenji, Sako Atsuhiro, Iguchi Shuichi, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin. With little information and time, that police officers worked through the night to determine your true identities. Do you understand?” ‘Even if they manage to get away, they won’t be able to hide.’ “There’s nowhere left for you to run.” I looked towards the screen. ‘Where are you to help your protege?’ “Hey, Shigaraki, can I ask you where your boss is?”
“This… This is… unsatisfying… Don’t be ridiculous…”
“Where is he right now?” All Might tried.
“Go away… Disappear.”
“Shigaraki!”
“I hate you!” Things suddenly appeared on either side of Shigaraki, and Nomus started to climb through. ‘Finally!’
“Nomus?!” Woods cried. “They came from nowhere!” More appeared in the air. I began to cough, and the Quirk fell from my mouth. I tried to find an escape when it surrounded me but was just met with a handful of slime.
“Hiva!” All Might shouting was the last thing I heard from the bar.
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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 2
*Warning Adult Content*
Aiden
It had been a couple days since I got squished under two football players, my headaches were gone now but my wrist hurts still.
I had to write with my left hand and let me tell you I suck writing with my left hand, everything comes out in scribbles and it's not pretty.
I met Jay at the steps of school, she was tapping away on her cell-phone furiously.
She was intently staring at the screen and hadn't even realized that I was coming towards her.
So I did what any other best friend would do, I scared her.
Sneaking slowly behind her I reached out to grab her sides when she said...
"Don't even think about it," while still tapping away on her phone.
My arms fell down in defeat.
"How do you always know?"
Every time I try she always ruins it.
"Because I'm a ninja 'SON,'" she turned towards me and socking my shoulder harder than was necessary.
Flinching I backed away holding my shoulder and pouted.
"Ow," I complained.
"Whatever," she said walking through the schools front doors.
I was about to follow her but something caught my eye.
There was someone across the quad staring at me.
Frowning I squinted to see Liam of all people.
Quickly I chased after Jeanine into the school.
Weird.
Liam
Life for me has been awesome so far.
But yesterday was like a plane crashing to earth with me standing in its way.
It all started yesterday, my day was going splendid till Kyle decided to be the usual ass he is.
I was making my way to my class, doing last minute reading for my English test when someone bumped into me roughly.
My books fell from my hands and I was slammed into the wall.
"Watch where you're going 'Parker,'" he snarled.
That was all it took for me to snap.
A person could only take so much slamming into from one person that it would make you break.
This is all that Kyle did, bump into me every day just taunting me.
And I've had enough of telling him to back off, I know what you're thinking you should have done something a long time ago but I was really trying to get a handle on my self-control.
You could say I have anger issues or a short fuse.
And let me tell you being a werewolf and having anger issues is a very bad combination but I've been trying.
Kyle has been pushing me closer and closer to the edge but this time I was hurled over.
That's when I broke out in a growl and body slammed him into a classroom door breaking it down in the process.
I punched him in the face but he retaliated fast and jabbed me in the stomach collided with a desk, we grunted together as he rolled on top of me.
I felt something soft under me and sparks were exploding across my back which stunned the crap out of me.
Again Kyle got the upper hand and punched my face I was saved by the soft thing behind me from hitting my head on the floor but weirdly heard a grunt that wasn't mine.
"Mr. Parker. Mr. Jacobs, stop this now," someone said, I assume it was a teacher who was yelling at us but it was too late now, I was seeing red.
Taking him by the scruff of his neck, I started choking him out as I hopped to my feet and began pushing him into the wall.
Repeatedly punching every inch I could reach with my free hand while I choked the air out of him... I just couldn't stop.
It was all a blur, my wolf was more in control then me and I was on the verge of changing in front of everyone in the class.
I remember someone pulling me off of Kyle and pressed there forearm into my chest keeping me from attacking again.
"Calm down Liam," a voice whispered to me in my ear but I couldn't tell who.
All I could do was try to get control of my wolf.
"Kyle get out. Now," the voice said.
"Liam, breathe," they pushed harder against my chest.
"You need to get control."
With a few deep breaths I nodded.
Once I had a hold of myself I realized I was out in the hall with a hand on my shoulder.
Looking up I noticed it was Mr. Simons, my Uncle.
Well he was Elder to everyone who was a werewolf but to the humans he was just a teacher, plain old Mr. Simons.
"Are you okay?" he asked giving me a once over.
I nodded taking another calm breath.
"I'm fine, Uncle Jim," I told him taking a step back from him.
And this is how I ended up in principle Alderman's office watching him rant, but not listening.
"Do you know what you could have done? You could have exposed us all. And you Liam, you're the Alphas son you should have known better. And you Kyle, why are you picking fights with your superior? The Beta and Alpha's son fighting? Ridiculous."
He shook his head at us.
I just stood there and stared at him.
"And..." he continued.
'Oh Sweet Goddess...' I sighed.
"You hurt one of my students in the process. I can't believe our two star football players are acting like pups."
Pinching the bridge of his nose with is forefinger and thumb I watched him slump down in his chair.
There was a shiver that quickly ran down my spine as we waited for him to speak once more.
When I suddenly felt eyes on my back.
Slowly I turned to find the most stunning sky blue eyes I had ever seen in my life.
But what shocked me the most was they belonged to a guy.
My heart had stopped all together and my breathing hitched just from the beauty of him.
Wait beauty. Did I just call him beautiful?
No, that can't be right can it? What's wrong with me?
'Mate,' my inner wolf said.
What? That can't be right. My wolf must be confused or something.
'Mine,' he said.
I knew that your wolf would inform you when his mate was close.
But this person was well... a guy. He was the same sex as me.
This couldn't be right.
I was racking my brain trying to make sense of this.
Have I been dropped off in some parallel universe?
I was brought back by the scared look that crossed his face before he ran off.
"Liam, Liam..."
I turned back towards Mr. Alderman.
"What?" I asked, looking back at Mr. Alderman.
"Are you even listening to me?" he hissed.
I shook my head trying to clear it which he took as an answer, I watched his face turn beat bright red.
"I'm calling your dad, let's see what he has to say about this," he yelled picking up the phone angrily.
After that I was suspended for two weeks and my dad forced me to join the band or whatever when I came back to school.
He said I needed something less violent in my life so I had to join music class.
I mean I know nothing about music.
It was four in the morning on Wednesday and I was laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling, staring at nothing in particular.
Just thinking about how my life had turned into a giant piece of crap.
It's been a few days since the incident and all I could think of was.
"How could this happen? I'm not even gay."
I have a girlfriend for Goddess sakes.
I could feel my wolf stirring, growling at me.
'I know, I know,' I said to him.
Now that I have a mate, I guess that she wasn't my girl anymore.
But I mean geez my mate was a GUY.
Not a nerdy girl that no one ever notices, not the bitchiest bitch on the planet that no one could stand, not even an ugly girl that only a mother would love.
No, no I'm mated to a male, a dude and 'human dude' with a dick.
Okay, okay. I took a deep breath.
I need to talk to someone about this.
I thought about asking my dad but I was worried about what he would think of me.
Then I thought about asking my mom because she's understanding but I just don't have the courage to come around to ask her.
I just don't want their opinions of me to change.
UGH. Grabbing the pillow and smashing it into my face.
'I'm not gay,' I whined to myself.
I stayed there for hours under my pillow, I need to do it.
Quickly I hoped out of bed, changing my clothes real fast and running out the door.
My dad was just leaving for work and saw me.
"LIAM," he called before I was even around the corner.
I closed my eyes out of frustration before slowly turning towards him.
"Yeah?" I asked innocently.
"'Yeah.' Where are you going?" he said mockingly.
I rolled my eyes.
"Nowhere important," I muttered.
"Uhh huh and you're going off to nowhere in a hurry? And why?"
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"No reason. I can't be locked away in that room forever I need air."
Crossing his arms, he leaned against his car and stared at me giving me one of his 'I'm the Alpha and you'll tell me what I need to know' looks.
Sighing I said.
"I need a run."
He just looked at me with narrowed eyes before nodding.
"Alright, but be here before dark your mom needs your help for dinner, Jim's coming over with Darla and little Zoey," he told me getting in his car.
I nodded and waited till he was out of sight.
Once he was gone I went back to what I was doing.
I pulled my cell-phone out of my pocket and saw I only had eight minutes.
I booked it down the street, when I arrived I was looking franticly trying to find him.
I skidded to a stop, searching furiously.
'Maybe it was a mistake.' I thought hopefully.
After a few minutes I finally found him and my heart stopped.
My body was frozen as I gazed into his blue eyes from the sidewalk.
I could feel my wolf jumping around and I sighed closing my eyes.
There was no mistaking it, he was my mate,but who was he?
I was home from my 'ridiculously long run' just before it got dark, my mom was in the kitchen rushing around the room.
"Hey mom," I said walking into the kitchen.
"Hi baby."
She didn't even look up from chopping some carrots.
"You need help?"
"Oh yes, I need you to chop these onions and carrots please."
I nodded taking her spot.
"Thank you honey."
"Yeah."
It was quiet for a while, the only sound was rhythmic beat of the knife hitting the chopping board and my mom making clanking sounds with her beating the spoon against the pot.
After a few minutes she interrupted the silence.
"Honey, is everything okay?" she asked turning to me with a concerned frown on her face.
Raising a brow at her I shook my head.
"I'm fine, what makes you ask that?" I lied.
Am I that obvious?
Shrugging she went back to her pot of whatever it was, I sniffed the air... hmm chicken.
"Well you've been distracted a lot lately and I know you just got suspended, so, I've been thinking it was that but I'm not sure. Are you sure you're alright?"
I smiled, mom always knew me so well.
"No mom, I've just been thinking about football and how I'm missing a lot of practice, our first game is in a couple of weeks."
She nodded before going to do something else.
With the vegetables chopped I went to set the table and just as I was setting down the last utensil I heard the door open, voices carried into the kitchen.
My dad was home, along with Aunt Darla and Uncle Jim.
I moved towards the living room where they were and was tackled into a huge hug.
"Liam."
Chuckling I lifted Zoey up in my arms and gave her a big smacking kiss on her cheek.
"Zo-zo," I said.
"Look at you you're getting so big, I can hardly lift you up."
I pretended that she was heavy and started to sink to the ground.
"My goodness Zoey I... can't.... do...it..."
She let out a scream when I dropped her for a second before catching her and throwing her in the air.
Her screams changed to giggles.
"Stop it," she laughed.
Chuckling I set her down as I turned to Aunt Darla.
"Hey Aunt Darla," I said giving her a hug.
"What you're not going to try and throw me in that air too?" she said pouting.
"I doubt anyone can lift you above their head much less two inches off the ground with your belly the size of Jupiter, Darla. What are you twelve months?" my mom joked coming in to the room and giving her a hug.
"Eight, thank you very much and he could have at least tried to prove I'm not that heavy," she said wiping a pretend tear away.
"Uh- uh, I don't want you breaking my son," my mom said blocking the playful slap heading her way.
"You're evil Nancy."
I moved over to Uncle Jim who was conversing with dad.
"Liam, how you been?" he asked me.
"Good... I guess," I said taking a stand besides my father.
"Oh yeah, I have your homework... it's in the car."
I nodded.
"Cool, thanks."
Jim and dad went back to whatever they were talking about while I played with Zoey until mom and Darla called everyone to the table for dinner.
I was getting up to follow when I felt someone grab my arm pulling me back.
I turned to see Uncle Jim there watching and waiting for everyone to leave before speaking.
I frowned at him.
"What is it," I whispered to him confused.
He shook his head and put a finger to his lips as he dragged me in the hallway.
"Something is different with you, what's happened?"
My eyes widened, how the hell did he do that?
I haven't even seen him since the fight.
"I don''t know..."
"Don't lie to me Liam," he hissed quietly to me.
I bit my bottom lip and stared at him.
"You may be able to lie to your parents but it won't swing with me."
I opened my mouth to say something but it wouldn't come out.
I mean how do you tell your Uncle and Elder that you're mated to a guy when you are 'also' a guy?
What if they decided I was a disgrace and banished me from the pack?
I was next in line for Alpha and my mate was a guy, I don't think the pack would accept that.
I growled at the thought of the pack shunning him away.
Jim was patiently waiting for an answer and I couldn't just lie to an Elder.
"I'll tell you after dinner," I said ready to leave until he grabbed my arm preventing me from moving.
"No you will tell me now," he demanded.
I shook my head... I wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.
"Yes Liam," he pushed.
I stared into his brown eyes seeing the concern but stern look.
Sighing in defeat I answered.
"I found my mate," I muttered.
He looked shocked at first then confused.
"Well, if you found your mate then why are you ashamed to tell us about her?" he asked me.
"This is a good thing. This means that all you have to do is tell your dad and we can have your Alpha Ceremony soon, you know he's been waiting to give you the position for a while now."
I shook my head.
"He won't want to that now," I told him not making eye contact with him.
"What do you mean? Do you think he won't approve of her?"
"I know he won't accept 'my mate'," I said purposely using 'my mate' instead of her.
Uncle Jim caught it.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Liam?" I heard my mom call.
"Can we just drop it?" I begged him, pleading with my eyes.
"Liam you're going nowhere until you tell me what the problem is."
"Come on Uncle, please."
I couldn't do it.
"Now Liam," he exclaimed.
"My mates a guy," I blurted out.
"Ugh... Happy now?"
With that I left him standing there in disbelief as I took my seat at the dinner table.
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Yakuza 6 review
I finally made my way through them all. I have some mixed feelings on this one however. I don’t know if i’ll bother with 7 with the turnbased combat so I’ll move on to judgement instead.
Spoilers:
The good shit:
Fully voiced substories are great
Looks good
I like the dragon engine, ragdolling people is funny
Onomichi is easy enough to navigate and makes a nice change of pace
The Hirose crew is likeable, once again I’m impressed by how they make characters who should be annoying as fuck likeable.
Daigo gets a nice letter acknowledging all the bullshit Kiryu put him through
Kiryu and Haruto interactions are funny and cute
Onomichio
Peak dad Kiryu
THat jingweon guy was kind of cool, especially his battle theme.
Throwing exploding barrels is great
Troublr was an ok distraction
Akiyama finally calling Kiryu out on his dumb bullshit and having one of the funniest fights in the series.
The baby tossing scene was hilarious
Date thinking ahead for once, doesn’t work but hey, he tried
Yomei alliance being neutral was interesting until it went off the deep end.
I like the way food is implemented in this game
I actually got into clan creator once I realised you could use codes (daigo’s code being Kiryusavemepleaz killed me)
Big Lo was a bit of a change when it came to villains, he deserved more time.
Yuta wasn’t too bad. He’s a total dumbass sure, but he’s sound.
Stardust being turned into a male strip club/brothel thing. Twist on the usual formula
Ghost photos
The Bad Shit:
I like the Dragon engine but it felt unpolished here compared to K2. Real lack of heat moves.
Sugai putting that ugly ass table in the Tojo Clan HQ. Fuck outta here with that
Very weak soundtrack, Theory of beauty is all that stood out to me. Shame as most of the series has a fantastic soundtrack
That weird gimp in the brothel long battle. WTF was that about. I looked it up and apparently he’s some kind of running joke but it just felt dumb and out of place.
The Yomei captain was boring as a character and sucked as a boss. I beat his ass flat in 2 mins.
Baseball minigame fucking sucks
Hard to trigger some substories
Where the fuck is my drugstore? I need my staminan royales
Game in general feels kind of unfinished, lots of Kamurocho being inaccessible for example. Important events happening off-screen, like the Tojo boss’s all getting arrested.
Someya is weirdly popular for a guy who beat his wife. And his death is pointless lmao
Honestly, a lot of issues with the plot in general, made all the worse by the fact this is supposed to be a send off for Kiryu:
Starting off with him going to jail, again for some bullshit about ‘responsibility’. Daigo says he can get him off but noooooooo, he chooses to abandon the kids again, when they really need him.
Repeat of 2 with everyone being Chinese instead of Korean
Haruka gets daigo’d and spends most of the game in a coma and her final reunion with Kiryu is an anti-climax. He risks her BF’s life in a stupid battle in Millenium tower after he said he wanted them to be there for Haruto. Then he let’s her think he’s dead. I was never the biggest haruka fan but she deserved better.
The age of some of these characters was just silly. A 90 year old making a triad boss quake in his boots? Dumb. I think someone on the development team has an interest in WW2 and wanted to shoehorn it in somehow even if it made things absurd.
Kiryu feels sidelined in his own send off for the secret of onomichi bollocks.
Majima, Saejima and Daigo get shafted in this. They appear in the beginning and then are just gone until the epilogue. That’s the 3rd time Saejima is jailed, ENOUGH. That was disappointing. At least Daigo get’s a letter. They got pushed aside for the Hirose boys and although I like them it kind of sucks.
Why doesn’t Akiyama hide somewhere else instead of living in a sewer. That felt silly.
I never liked the Florist or purgatory but the way he was just absent in this game, when you are looking for people, makes no sense. Wrote themselves into a corner there.
Hirose is just Kazama 2.0, which was the point I guess, but why is everyone so cool with father figures who murdered their real dads in this series.
Kiyomi added very little to this story. Same with Someya tbh. He does point out Kiryu’s dumb luck when it comes to plans working out and explains why the yakuza are changing.
The whole of onomichio not telling Kiryu that haruka had been there all along, Really now.
Honestly the triad felt really intimidating at the beginning but their story fizzled out in favour of that damn boat conspiracy. Sugai eventually felt like an afterthought. I wish they just focused on the Tojo/triad stuff and left the boat crap for another game
The shit with the Fixer I was confused by. Surely anyone involved is old as shit now. That boat is very outdated at this stage.
Kiryu abandoning everyone seemed silly, the kids only got to see him for a day. At least Date gives out to him about it.
Yeah so although the game was fun, some of the best substories, the plot as a whole felt messy and unfocused and the ending was lukewarm (plus it seems Kiryu comes back after all, so lol). The new gang was strong for the most part, but it came at the expense of the old Tojo crew, who just get arrested off-screen and do nothing, only appearing in the last second. Kiryu makes so many dumb decisions here that it got hard to watch, I get he’s emotional with all the shit going on but c’mon. For an ending to Kiryu, it’s disappointing.
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Satan (Lvl 20 Affection): Quality Time for Me
I finally unlocked a new phone call and this is such a cute and pretty ideal date!
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me satan#satan#fyi: i cut the first part of the phone call bc it didnt fit well but he just asked to go with him#desiree talks#satan is so cute#his first call when he accidently dials you while half asleep is so precious#i used to think his voice was too weirdly deep but after that i changed my mind lol#anyways him actually being jealous of his brothers is kinda adorable?#and his date ideas like said are so ideal#like bookstores museums and cat cafes? hell yeah#even though his 7 ruler of hell card had us stuck in a human world bookstore after hours#literally nothing spicy happens bc satan was too into the idea of being able to read all night#but when he empasized that he got to spend it with you at the end of the story was cute
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can i request (hcs/drabbles/fic, anything goes) an easily embarrassed itto with a super flirty male!reader and how their first time would go? thanks !
"i dont think ill stop anytime soon."
pairings: arataki itto / m!reader
summary: itto with a flirty m!reader.. what will he do?
tw: fluff, breeding, dubcon (?). multiple orgasms.
notes: ill do a bit of everything to test out the format! i apologize if hes a bit ooc.
itto is my fav, so i levitated towards this rq. theres a severe lack of itto w/ a bf in the world. the dubcon is very light, but ill warn just in case.
also, i enjoy the trope of "flirty character loses all composure", so theres a bunch of that in here. still testing things.
itto would be a flustered mess around the boy. its the perfect thing to balance his cockiness out: someone who could make him stutter his words and become a clumsy mess. the rest of his gang knows he's whipped beyond belief, but seeing the oni flustered is a treat for everyone.
this man would bring you everywhere: whether its to excitedly show you a hill he found with flowers (that may or may not remind you of him - not that he'd admit it!), or insisting you go out for lunch with him, itto is insistent on having your arm locked around his own wherever he goes.
poke fun at how ittos cheeks grow a bit darker when you compliment him and he'll swear youre seeing things. deep down, it feels weirdly nice to be the one being flirted with for a change, but he has no idea how to process how a human like yourself makes him feel this way.
when you two are alone after a while, the oni gains some confidence and tries flirting back with you. since his brain can barely think of a coherent sentence in your presence, why not physically show you how he feels? all the frustration thats pent up when you flirt with him in public and he cant do anything in return?
nsfw:
ittos stamina is much higher than your own, so if youre going to flirt with him you better be ready to take your punishment (or reward, depending how you see it).
even though its your first time with him, you've been edging him on for weeks at this point, which leaves a very irritated man in your responsibility. however, his heart is still full of puppy love for you, so he'll try not to push you too hard.. yet.
"i-itto, slow down!" your voice was raspy, a desperate plea as the man behind you slammed his hips against yours. he easily towered over you, pulling your hips closer so you'd feel even more of his cock. he laughed loudly, a hand wrapping around your neck to use as leverage. "whats the matter? you were begging for it yesterday - teasing me how you wanted my fat cock inside of you! cmon y/n, dont run away now!" it seemed as though itto got his cocky personality back, leaning to lick the tears of pleasure that streamed down your cheeks. your cock was covered in your own cum, losing count of how many orgasms you had while itto hasnt even cum once.
feeling his strong hands pick you up, he flipped you over so you were facing him with your back against the soft mattress. his hair stuck to his forehead, little fang peeking out as he bit his lip in ecstasy. you moaned happily when he pressed his lips against yours for a kiss, hands holding his face for a moment. "i've waited so long to have you in front of me like this, i don't think i'll stop anytime soon."
#first time writing genshin so please be kind!#arataki itto#itto arataki#arataki itto x reader#arataki itto x y/n#arataki itto x you#mlm blog#male x reader#m!reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin impact x you#genshin impact imagines#genshin imagines#arataki itto x male reader#arataki itto x m!reader#genshin impact x m!reader#genshin impact x male reader#genshin x male reader#genshin impact#genshin#genshin itto#male reader blog#male reader#my fics..
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Healing
pairing: Azriel x reader (acotar)
warnings: TW - sexual assault, rape, objectification and implications of abuse, smut, consensual sex, azriel is a sweetie and rhys is a good bestie
a/n: first of all PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! i’m really proud of this fic but I don’t want to trigger or upset anyone, that being said it isn’t too graphic but still. Anyway I hope u enjoy, this took me three days lmao <333
based on: this and this
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You had your first less than savoury encounter with men when you had barely turned nine. Your body still hadn’t finished forming, but you were growing, and your body was gaining some semblance of shape as you did. It wasn’t much – just a whistle from across the street – but for a second your heart seized up with fear, and in the next you almost felt giddy. A man thought you were beautiful.
You felt like a princess that day – felt the way you had when the boy from your class had kissed your cheek, still too young to process the intentions behind that single whistle. But you didn’t care – someone wanted you.
When you got your first period at twelve – even more changed. Your body felt new, and you didn’t feel comfortable in the changes. Your old clothes didn’t fit and now your mother forced you into tighter corsets for those long, long dinners you had to attend. Your parents were respected Fae in the Hewn City – nobles who liked to drink and smoke and throw extravagant balls. And with your new body you could no longer simply hide in the corner or climb through secret passages with your friends – muddying your dresses.
Now you had to smile when men hugged you slightly too long, laugh when they commented on how much you had grown up, sit pretty and pristine with an old mans hand loitering to close to your rear for hours as you watched your parents drink away their troubles.
By the time you were fifteen you were used to the constant attention, your beauty not uncommon where you lived but still doted on often. Unaware of their desire for your youth, your naivety. The women never offering a helping hand but instead glaring down high skewed noses as their husbands slurred into your ears – still in shock that a pretty, young thing like you was all alone at this party.
When you were sixteen you decided to change that – kissing an alright looking boy at a party and telling him exactly what he wanted to hear so he would kiss you back. He stayed when you didn’t protest as he pulled you to the bathroom and pushed you to your knees. And for this small request, the greasy hands on your body at balls and dinners or any other social gathering halved – now only the truly self-righteous felt they could touch you still.
The only problem was you truly did love the boy you had chosen. He had faults yes, but he was kind – he brought you flowers and kissed your cheek. But he also spoke over you, forced you into silence and took what he wanted. And he always wanted the same thing.
If anything it was his father’s fault. The military commander never leaving room for debate when he argues with his wife – and sons only become what they see in their fathers.
Your father had left with a younger woman a few months after your fourteenth birthday, and you hadn’t seen him since – only heard stories of him galivanting around the autumn court from your classmates. You could see the distaste your mum held you in as she realised she would have to stick around to look after you, not yet old enough to be married. Then Amarantha had taken hold of the country and that possibility had been thrown out the window anyway.
Weirdly enough not that much changed in your life when she took power, the only major difference was that now you had to block out screams before going to sleep and even they had become like white noise. You still drank with your friends on Friday nights, went out with your boyfriend on Saturdays and slept the pain away on Sundays. Your weekdays consisted of school, dinners, balls and whatever more your mother could throw together to appease the high queen.
That and the high lord of the night court had started making appearances at the events your mother threw. He was a cruel man standing so proudly at the queen’s side – but you saw something flickering in his eyes whenever people spoke, complimenting his power and rule. You saw what you felt as you laughed at compliments and lingering touches – you saw pain, but more importantly you saw anger. And right now you could use anger.
During one ball you watched him leave, taking an odd route – not the one that would help him escape the loud music but instead a long winding corridor leading to a series of smaller rooms. Without thought you peeled away from your company, muttering excuses and went after him – grabbing a bottle of wine as you did.
You found him reclining in an empty room and knocked on the door gently. He cracked open an eye – slow like a cat – and beckoned you in. You moved to perch next to him, leaning back with a straight back and letting your head loll slightly as you took a swig of the dark red wine, before passing him the bottle.
“You looked like you could use a drink,” you smiled, eyes focused on his sharp jaw as he held the bottle to his mouth with a laugh.
“One way of putting it,” he smiled. The two of you sat in silence for several minutes as you took in his beauty, his looks plus mannerisms all made him seem like a wild cat - a panther trapped underground.
“Why are you here?” he finally asked, and you raised a hand to trace that sharp jaw. But instead of devouring you as any lesser man would’ve, he brushed your hand away and held it tightly in his larger one. “That’s not gonna happen, you’re what sixteen?”
“Almost seventeen,” you said, cheekily. He laughed but shook his head, squeezing your hand before releasing it.
“You’re still a child,” he said matter-of-factly, and you scoffed, stealing your wine back to drink again.
“Yeah well that’s usually a selling point,” your voice was sad, but you didn’t dare let your eyes stray from his – refusing to show fear, “And you’re so nice to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
He laughed as you pouted, “You practice this in the mirror or something?”
“Usually works in three seconds,” you confess, and he whistles under his breath, “Men are rather easy to manipulate when they’ve been trying to get into your skirts since your first bleed.”
“And you wonder why I’m not about to take advantage of you,” he laughed, and you smiled – a real smile, or real enough. “Plus I don’t think your little boyfriend would be pleased.”
“Eh, he’s never pleased - I don’t think this could make him worse.” Rhysand took the wine back and frowned.
“Does he hurt you?” his voice was sincere but the laugh you let out was not.
“Don’t all men,” he swore, and you laughed again, “Yet you foil my plan to make you fall in love with me and whisk me away to the moon.”
He laughed, but his eyes darkened with deep sadness you were sure you would never understand, “I think we both no that even I could not do that, but I might be able to crush your fly.”
“Little boyfriend? Fly? You really don’t like him do you?” you laughed, head lighter already.
“I don’t like any man who thinks they can hurt women,” he said, frowning when he realised through your passing back and forth there was no wine left.
“Shit that took us like five minutes,” you complained, and he laughed, waving his hand lightly as several more bottles appeared before you – you grinned as you grabbed another.
“So any friends with weaker moral backbones that I could marry?” you asked with a laugh, and he smiled at you.
“I’m sure I could find someone,” he leaned back again. You smiled – finally happy that one night might pass in the company of a decent man.
Soon, you’d find it would be more than one night, a close friendship quickly blossoming between you and the high lord. All your friends were convinced you were sleeping together but true to his word he didn’t touch you, and by the time you surpassed the age of eighteen you didn’t want him to. But that didn’t stop other men.
After a particularly bad argument with your boyfriend that had left you with a handprint on your left cheek you had broken up with him – sending away his apologies and flowers, smart enough to see he didn’t hold the mental capacity to change.
Plus you were beautiful and young, you could certainly do better. And you soon did – rich men who liked to buy you jewellery, and fine clothes, men who enjoyed literature and art and spending time with you.
And at the start of each relationship, for a few blissful seconds you would believe in their pure intentions. But then a hand would drift from your lower back to your ass, or the gentle kiss that followed a necklace would shift from your mouth to your breasts. Not one of them wanted to wait until you were comfortable, so you made yourself comfortable.
You pictured pretty, strong men were holding you down and making you feel something, slipping your own hand between your legs and they penetrated you to try and replicate what you were sure a lover’s touch must feel like. And as always – after the first time- they stopped asking for permission, you were their toy, so you no longer had choice over that part of yourself.
But through nice guys and bad boys, for fifty years you had Rhysand who was a friend – who treated you with respect and finally let you talk, let you breathe.
In the end he was the one who found you, in the backroom of a party – drunk and undressed. You were weeping, curled in a ball with your attackers’ seed dripping out of you, bruises decorating your bare skin. When he turned you over with his comforting hands he found your nose dripping red and the vibrant lipstick you wore smudged.
He helped you sit up and redress, took you home and stood outside the bathroom while you scrubbed yourself clean in scalding water – still unsteady on your feet. You changed into a nightgown silently and neither of you said a word when you crawled into bed next to each other, crying in your best friends’ arms as he tried to console you.
When you woke up, he was gone with just a scribbled message about Amarantha and the name of a healer he trusted. But you just placed it back down, turning onto your back and staring at the ceiling as hot tears ran into your hairline.
You barely ate anything for the days following your assault – fighting with your mother more when you rarely saw her and subsequently breaking it off with your current boyfriend. You had thrown his hands off you when he tried to touch you and the screaming match that followed ended your relationship.
Your bond with Rhysand grew only closer however as you spent nights drinking in candlelight, talking about anything and everything until you were sure he knew every inch of your soul and you his.
“You know what I’m going to do as soon as she’s gone,” you whispered one night as you stared at the twinkling lights you had hung on your bedroom roof to imitate stars.
“What?” Rhys had asked, never letting his eyes leave the ‘stars’ which he had laughed at and then proceeded to rearrange to make them more accurate. To which you threw a pillow at his head.
“Find a hill, or a pier, or a large pit or anything and scream into it until my throat bleeds.” You said and he laughed, the bed beneath you rumbling.
“Consider me on board.” He joked as you sat up to perch at your vanity – smudging the sharp eyeliner you wore with a small brush and applying some red lipstick.
“Wanna go out?” you asked him, and he sat up to with a small, sad smile.
“Can’t.” you understood his implication and frowned.
“I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t gutted me yet,” you tried to lighten the mood, but his face darkened slightly when he joked back.
“Oh she wants to, I’m telling her any information you give me about citizens, so she doesn’t.” He said, ruffling your hair as he stood to leave.
“That’s fair, I’ll keep an ear out,” you smiled, squeezing his hand gently before he left.
Things changed when Feyre Archeron appeared, you saw the way your friend watched her and realised you might be competing for his attention soon, but you were happy for him. Until he brought her to that first party – drugged and barely dressed. You felt the bile rise in your throat as you pushed down memories of yourself in such a similar position, and while you knew he would never hurt her – he was still a man. And you were foolish to believe for all those years that he was a man who would realise this was wrong.
Making polite excuses you left the party, picking up the tails of your dress as you all but raced home – ditching the dress and closing the blinds tightly as you made yourself food in your underwear. The sick feeling in your throat spreading through your chest and stomach as you ate, abandoning your meal halfway for a book and large sweater. And when he knocked on your door that night, desperate to tell you all about her – all about the human girl who he was sure could be his mate, you pretended to be asleep.
You barely spoke to him the whole time she was there, unable to look him in the eyes when she was so clearly out of it – and the feeling only grew when the next morning she would have all eyes on her. You understood that feeling. You instead spent parties flirting with Tarquin, the young high lord who was only a few years your senior or warding off marriage invitations with laughs and carefully placed words.
Rhys would sometimes catch your eyes – furrowing his eyebrows at you when you avoided his gaze, the sick feeling never really leaving. But it wasn’t until you watched Tamlin slay Amarantha with a smile that he tried to speak to you again. Feyre was Fae and leaving with her betrothed and Rhysand had just confirmed they were mates – and never had he needed his best friend quiet like he did now.
You were sitting when he found you, head in your palms and blood dusting the skirts of your dress. You had been sitting near Amarantha when it happened. You looked up when he neared, smiling sadly as he sat next to you.
“Want to go home?” he asked you quietly and you scoffed, standing, and moving to leave quickly. He followed after you, grabbing your arm as you wrenched it out of his grip with more ferocity than he had ever seen from you.
“Don’t touch me,” he held his hands up, backing away to give you space as you got your breathing under control.
“What did I do?” he asked – smart enough to not presume anything.
“How could you think it was okay, after what happened?” your voice was quiet again, and so sad.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he implored, stepping slightly closer again. You raised your eyes to meet his and he understood, the darkness you carried in your eyes shining through – the memories that resurfaced in those dark moments. “I’m sorry, let me explain please.”
You let him hold your arm softly as he winnowed the two of you to your house where you sat down heavy and tired.
“I did it because she needed out of that cell, but I saw what they did to you and you’re a fae woman, she’s… she was human. So it meant that no one else would touch her.” He tried to explain, “And she wouldn’t want to remember.”
“That’s a horrible thing to do Rhys.” You stated and he hung his head low, “How in anyway was that helping her, to get her out you could’ve snuck her here or just take her to a ball and let her dress normally.”
“I’m sorry, I just knew this would’ve been the safest option,” he grabbed your hand again and squeezed it like he did all those years ago, “It’s over, we can go home.”
“I am home,” you laughed bitterly, gesturing to your house.
“No, you’re coming out of this city – we’re putting it behind us.” He stood and held out a hand.
“I know you’re trying to be dramatic and all, but I have to pack – and think.” You said and he laughed.
“Take your time,” he said, sitting back to wait for you, “And I know it might take you a while to forgive me, but I’ll wait.”
You had left soon after, as he revealed his city to you. Winnowing to a house where two beautiful women stood at the door, strong winged men appearing next to them almost instantly – all sharing the same tear-eyed look. Well, all asides from a short, dark-haired woman who simply smiled.
The men you presumed were Azriel and Cassian barrelled towards Rhysand, attacking him in the most violent hug you had ever witnessed. Mor followed soon after and Amren simply offered him a curt nod, to which he bowed slightly with a cheeky smile.
Cassian turned to look at you and everyone followed suit, you straightened up – not wanting to cower under their gazes.
“And this, this is (y/n).” Rhysand said, placing a hand on your elbow, “She’s the only reason I survived under the mountain.”
You smiled at him, annoyed still – but you still held so much love for him in your heart. You looked away when Cassian approached and wrapped you in a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly.
When he released you he looked you dead in the eye, “I am forever in your service.”
“Cassian let go of the poor girl,” Mor exclaimed behind him, and you giggled, looking to Rhys for support.
“Forgot to tell you he’s a hugger,” he shrugged, and you shoved his shoulder.
“Oh did you!” you laughed.
“Gotta get used to it, you’re part of the team now,” Cassian slung an arm around your shoulder as he guided you inside, “which means lots of hugs and long talks about emotions.”
“Don’t steal my best friend Cassian,” Rhys jabbed at his brother as you all moved to sit inside around a long table.
“He already had I’m afraid, can’t reverse love like ours,” you joined in, patting Cassian’s hand as he punched the air in victory, Rhysand feigning pain as he dramatically collapsed into his chair – a hand over his heart.
When you were finally seated you caught Azriel’s gaze, his eyes locked on you – having watched you interact with his family for less than five minutes and already completely enamoured. You smiled softly when you caught his gaze and he grinned at you, no words passing.
Later that evening – after too many drinks, you found yourself alone on a balcony you found, drinking in the fresh air greedily after all those years underground. You didn’t realise he was there until he was next to you – silent on his feet, his shadows a cool chill passing over your shoulders.
You tilted your head to look at him, in awe of his beauty. Not even Rhysand had awed you as much as this man was, his beauty unparalleled by anyone you had met before. He turned his gaze down to you as well, fighting the urge to reach out and touch you as he watched you move with such elegant curiosity.
“We haven’t had the pleasure of being formally introduced,” you smiled, lifting your hand delicately, “I’m (y/n).”
He met your hand halfway, lifting it to his mouth with perfectly poised and trained grace. “Azriel,” his voice was deep, gruff – and sent chills through you quickly. But when he moved your hand from his mouth you held on, the sparks flowing through you telling you all you needed to know. He similarly made no move to let go.
“Are we? I don’t really know how any of this works,” you laughed nervously but he smiled so warmly and tugged you slightly closer to him with the hand you were still clutching.
“You’re my mate princess,” he said, voice rough from disuse. You smiled widely, eyes forming tears as your gaze never strayed from him – finally getting one person who would truly love you, not your body – but you. He tugged your hand gently and you followed him inside, smiling and love drunk.
“We should probably go to the house of wind,” his voice was quiet as you furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“Me and Cassian have to share a room here, the bed are singles.” You smiled and laughed – irrevocably happy.
“Yeah maybe not,” you said, and he held your hand softly as he walked you to the front door, passed his past out friends, Rhys cracking an eye open when you walked past him, and you turned when he tugged your skirt gently.
You okay? He asked in your mind, and you smiled at him.
I’m perfect, why? You replied as he closed his eyes again, clearly too tired to hold them open - Azriel moving to retrieve your coats.
Just don’t feel pressured into doing anything you’re not ready for, Azriel is understanding he won’t get angry. A sort of cold feeling settled on your shoulders when you realised why Azriel wanted that extra privacy.
Shit forgot I had to do that you joked but Rhysand felt the stress growing, however before he could reply Azriel was by your side again and you were waving him goodbye, your smile tight lipped.
Honestly, you trusted Rhysand when he said that Azriel would understand – but so far you had yet to meet a man who truly respected the boundaries you set, a man who would truly wait. Azriel met your eyes in silent questions before scooping you into his arms, flying high above the house as you squealed in his arms, clinging tightly to his neck, and shutting your eyes tightly as you soared above the vibrant city.
He felt you tense as you neared the house, swooping lower in order to land on the large balcony attached to his room. He placed you on shaky legs gently and looked down to smile at you again – heart so full of love and peace.
Not only was his brother returned to him in one piece, but along beside him came you. His mate. His mate.
You caught his gaze and gave him a tight-lipped smile, terrified for history to repeat itself. You wanted to talk to him and know him – you didn’t want him to learn to love your body instead of you. And you were truly afraid to be touched again, you hadn’t been with a man since you were raped – fear stopping you before they could get close and walls slamming up if they tried.
“Are you okay?” Azriel’s voice was dripping with concern – genuine concern, and the way he said it made tears well up in your eyes. His own instantly widened as he sensed the sadness and fear rolling of you in waves, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sobbed into his chest. “Oh sweetheart we don’t have to do anything, c’mon lets go sit down.”
He guided you through the glass doors and sat you down gently on the bed, holding you gently and coaxing you through your breakdown. Once your breathing had calmed slightly and you had pulled out of his embrace, wiping your tears harshly with the butt of your hand.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly, terrified to anger your mate when you’ve only just found him.
“It’s okay darling, what’s wrong – did I do something? You’re not terrified of heights are you?” he asked, and you laughed softly, a smile growing on his face as his worries eased slightly.
“No, that was fun,” he grabbed your hand in his scarred ones and you gripped it tightly.
“Then what was it?” you looked into those beautiful, worried eyes and let out an exhale – bottom lip quivering.
“I just don’t think I can – I can’t do that tonight.” You whispered the words lowly, afraid of his reaction as you clung like a child to his hand.
“Hey, that’s okay – we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready,” he smiled, worries easing. You still wanted to be with him, just not in that way yet – and he could wait. He would wait a million years if you asked.
“Even if I’m not ready for a while?” You asked, and he held your face in his hands gently – looking into your tear-filled, defeated eyes.
“I would wait forever and then some – I have already waited so long to meet you, I’m sure I can last longer, especially if you’re next to me.” Your smile was so sad when you met his eyes.
“I’ve been told that before,” Azriel just pulled you closer to him with a cheeky grin.
“And were any of them your mate?”
“No,” you smiled at him again and he thought his heart was going to combust.
“Well then, I love to prove people wrong.” You buried your head into his chest as his arms came around you once more, “Would you like to sleep here, or would you like your own room?”
“Here is fine, I like the way you make me feel,” you said quietly, tugging on the bond experimentally. Azriel just smiled and tugged back.
“That works for me, I’ll get you a change of clothes.” He moved to stand but you stopped him – tugging on the dress shirt he wore.
“I want this,” you grinned cheekily up at him, and he laughed, but undid the buttons and pulled it off anyway – turning around to let you change in peace. When he turned back around you were looking up at him with wide eyes – looking impossibly cute in his shirt.
“It has holes in the back,” you complained, and he laughed, sitting down to tug off his trousers before sliding under the covers as you scrambled to lay in his arms.
“Well I do have wings,” he cemented his point by letting one drape over your shoulders as you sighed in content.
“Really, I hadn’t noticed,” you deadpanned quietly, burrowed deep under his arms and the covers. His chest rumbled with the silent laugh as he pressed a kiss into your hairline.
The next morning he awoke to you laying on his chest, tracing the scars on the backs of his hands with a delicately pointed finger. He stared in wonder, and you must have felt his gaze because you turned your head to meet his eyes, face still puffy from sleep. As you whispered to him that morning, your chin resting on his chest as you gazed up at him until he rose to get your morning drinks. Barely daring to leave for more than a few seconds. And when he returned he was so glad he did – welcoming the sight of you curled up under his sheets with a shy smile and tired eyes.
“Do we have to do anything today?” you asked as you sipped your drink slowly, Azriel’s’ arm tight and secure around your waist.
“Nope,” he said, delighted at the prospect, “I just want to be with you and my family.”
“Sounds heavenly.”
True to his word, for the next few weeks that past, you and Azriel didn’t progress past slow, occasional kisses and lingering touches. But before either of those he was always searching your eyes – asking permission. And you truly fell in love with him during those weeks.
He was caring and consistent – never promising anything he couldn’t bring. And he cared for you, he cared for you past your body and looks. He wanted to be with you for an eternity.
One night, while you lay together, speaking lowly and listening to the rain fall outside your room – a glass door cracked open, you decided you were ready. You pressed closer to him, your lips meeting his own in a kiss more passionate than you had previously shared.
He followed your lead with just as much passion, but when you crawled into his lap he pulled away slightly.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he asked quietly, hands coming to rest on your hips.
“I’m sure, I love you and I want to be with you.” You told him sincerely, “But I haven’t been with anyone in a few years so I’m a little out of practice.”
You giggled nervously but he furrowed his eyebrows, “But you told me about your boyfriends?”
“Yeah but I – stopped dating about five years ago.” You tried to explain quickly, old nerves being brought up, but Azriel pulled you closer and as always his touch calmed you.
“Can I ask why?” he watched you drop your head a little as you breathed slowly – determined to not let your fear rise, you would probably end up telling him anyway so you might as well get it over with.
“I was raped.” You stated and his grip on your hips tightened slightly as he swore.
“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he started but you stopped him with a sharp glaze.
“You don’t need to apologise, it happened and it’s over now.” He could practically feel you pull away, so he loosened his grip on your hips and instead brought his arms up to hold you against his chest.
“Who did it?” he asked, voice dark and dangerous. You muttered a name lowly – under your breath – and he pocketed in the darkest corners of his mind for later. His shadows itching to tear the man apart.
“Look (y/n), if you’re ready I am more than happy to oblige but I need to know you’re really ready, I will wait as long as you need.” You pulled away from his chest and kissed him gently.
“I’m ready, I trust you,” he smiled up at you from where you perched on his lap and you giggled and he flipped you over, laying between your legs with a feral grin.
He made you cum three times with his mouth and those beautiful, beautiful hands alone – more than you had ever experienced with a man and he hadn’t even received any pleasure yet. Except from the pleasure of watching his perfect mate fall apart on his sheets, over and over.
And when he lay over you, your legs pushed up and wrapped around his waist, and his forearms on either side of your head – he would later swear he had never felt more complete.
“I’m here with you remember, will be the whole time.” He assured you, voice soft as he lined himself up and you smiled.
“I love you so much,” you whispered, and he pushed in slowly, filling every part of you and pushing against every spot you didn’t know you had. You swore under your breath when he bottomed out, the slight pain quickly being reduced to please as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you felt shivers run through your body at his gruff voice and smiled, moaning when he began to move.
He pulled his head from where it hid in your neck and watched as you closed your eyes – head thrown back with a smile – and his hips bucked, desperately trying to control himself as he watched you arch your back.
“Shit Az, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly, unaware of the trance you had pulled your mate into.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered with a harsh thrust, a hand coming to stroke down your face as you opened your eyes to meet his, “So perfect.”
You felt as if your heart was going to burst from the love that filled it as you reached up to kiss him softly – conveying every word, every thought, through that kiss. When you pulled away you were nearing your end, the sensations building in you without the need of a fantasy or your own hand.
You moaned his name, gripping his shoulders tightly as one hand instinctively moved to stroke down his wing. He shuddered above you with a loud groan – his thrusts speeding up as he to neared release, yours hips surely bruising from the force of his own.
“C’mon baby, need to feel you, need to know you’re mine.” His words ignited something in your stomach, and you clung tighter to him, kissing his sharp jaw as you smiled.
“I’m yours Azriel, now and forever.” Your gentle words pushed him over the edge and his skilful fingers dipping between your thighs brought you down with him. The two of you crying out at the sensations you shared as a growing need to never let him go consumed you.
He collapsed on top of you soon after and he intertwined your fingers with his own as your breathing evened out. He slipped out of you, and you smiled up at him as he sat up, rolling off your body and laying to the side while you came to rest your head on his firm chest. He brought his spare hand upwards – twirling strands of your hair slightly as you rested in silence. After a few minutes, you clambered into his lap and kissed him firmly as he pulled you impossibly close.
“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips, and he felt his heart swell with gratitude to the world for giving him an angel that would willingly hold his hand and guide him out of the darkness.
“I am so in love with you,” he whispered back, and you giggled, a hand moving slowly to stroke him as you felt him harden beneath you again.
“Hmm, is that so?” you whispered.
Azriel, who had started pressing light kisses into your neck, nipped you gently, making you squeal, “What were you saying darling?”
“That I am also deeply, and unequivocally in love with you.” You replied and he rolled his eyes.
“Just putting me to shame with your big words.” He muttered and you giggled – crawling down his body.
“I’m sure I could make it up to you.”
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toxic!eren showing up to your job a couple of times after your break up. making your life hell.
that’s all i had to say :)
tw: darkcon, possessive behavior, stalking, emotional abuse, eren is an asshole, obsessive behavior, yan tendencies, not proofread.
title: distractions
pairing: toxic!eren x fem!reader
you don't know why you thought it would be so easy to escape those frigid eyes. you wonder what possessed you to be so careless.
you've been trying your best to be independent. balancing work-study, college, the job at the cafe, and vying for a leadership position of a semi-prestigious club.
[and if this was a month ago, you could have added a relationship to your list]
but the thing with your ex-boyfriend is that being with him, being around him-he consumed all of your life. classes, fostering a good relationship with your professors, internships, grades, work shifts--all that didn't matter. he lulled you in with sweet promises, and you have no doubt they were genuine too. he could take care of you, both of you knew that.
but were you grateful?
you looked up at him with those doe eyes, having the audacity to look so heartbroken like you weren't the one who was cutting ties. the one who said
"i'm sorry eren. i'm not myself when i'm with you. i lose sight of my goals and ambitions."
you didn't say it, but the word was on the tip of your tongue. he knew it. eren saw forever in you. and all you saw him in was a distraction.
and if that's how you saw him. that's perfectly fine. he'll play that role you forced him into.
your boss didn't care. she, herself, was too enamored by the dark-haired menace. eren played her like a fiddle, using that dangerous charm that he's acquired in his late teenage years.
she accused you of overreacting.
"he doesn't even do anything! he's a good regular, he gets his order and sits quietly! what possible reason do i have for kicking him out?"
you cleared your throat, trying to give an air of confidence but the shakiness of your voice betrayed you, "he makes me feel..unsafe."
she laughed in your face.
it's been a sluggish day, and you've wiped the counter multiple times, head racing with thoughts. maybe you should quit. sure it paid a few dollars more than the average minimum wage job, and the tips were quite nice, and it was in an incredibly convenient location...fuck, why were you thinking of quitting again?
oh right. your eyes look over to the man seated in a corner, dressed in a red hoodie, slowly sipping a steaming cup of black coffee.
to be fair...he hasn't really done anything. he's just there.
but you know you're not paranoid. you saw the flash of anger on his face when he spotted you laughing at your [male] coworker's jokes. and that same coworker...quit the next few days after for an inexplicable reason. maybe that was just a coincidence?
and when you tried to reach out to him, he was all blunt and withdrawn? annoyed, maybe? there was an emotion in his manner you couldn't discern. and then he just stopped returning your texts.
okay fine, all of that is circumstantial. but you couldn't shake the feeling off, the feeling of prey stuck in a trap that a predator set up,
it's a sluggish day. he's the only one in the cafe. you're the only one working. the manager is in her office.
it's been the sixth time he's here this week.
with whatever little bravery you have, you try to manage a composed strut to his table (please-he can see you shaking)
you're clutching the notepad dearly, at the center of your heart, and the corners of his mouth pull upwards.
"eren..y-you s-should l-l-lea-"
"are you finally here to take my order?"
you flinch at the casual boredom in his voice. no, it's okay. try again.
"i-i'm here to t-tell y-you that-"
"2 slices of the mango crepe cake." He interrupts eyes regarding you cooly.
you wish you could melt into the square black-and-white tiled floor.
he raises an eyebrow, "why are you still standing here? do I need to complain about you to your manager again-?"
"n-no sir" you yelped. more out of force of habit than a genuine apology. you bowed slightly, mortification coloring your cheeks.
"well get to it then."
he likes the change of pace, he decides. likes it when you call him sir. when you guys get back together, he thinks, he should make you say that way more often.
you come back shakily balancing two pretty slices of cake. he asks you to sit. you protest.
sit.
you slide into the booth, afraid to meet the endless green of his eyes. you focus on the drawstrings of his dark hoodie, unable to see the smirk crawling on his stupid handsome face when he asks you how you've been.
you take in a deep breath.
in all honesty, you could be doing better.
"I'm fine" you nearly spit out.
he hums, unnaturally calm which puts you on edge.
the truth is you're behind on all of your classwork, didn't get voted into the coveted executive board position, late on bills, and your professor has been weirdly dodgy lately.
you wonder if eren knew all this already, and he just came to torment you. you stare at the whipped cream melting on your cake.
"how long are we going to go around in circles?" he asked calmly.
you had no answer, no clever retort on the tip of your tongue.
"because I'm starting to think you're in denial about how much you need me. you broke up with me so you could convince yourself you'd be fine by yourself--and how's that holding up for you by the way?"
you could feel tears starting to form.
"you treated me as a distraction when I was really your whole life. I made everything better.
didn't I?
#yandere eren x reader#toxic eren#eren yeager x reader#tw gaslighting#tw manipulation#eren yeager x you#eren x reader#eren x y/n#attack on titan fic#eren yeager x reader fanfiction#eren yeager fanfiction
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Because he is Blue
sana-bibi-696
Bibi696