#nc fluff

[th3secr3th1story]

how gojo and geto act when they have a crush on you

gojo

always trying to be around you

you are literally never alone. whether it's on the train or in between classes, he's always there (i'm sorry).

"why are you always following me around, satoru? do you like me or something?" you tease as the two of you stroll through the hallway after the final bell for the day rang.

"it's my job to protect you, y/n!" he replied, deflecting your question. worst liar ever!

flirts a lot

you always catch him glancing at your lips multiple times during a conversation and lightly brushing his hand against yours when passing you something. he always has an arm around your shoulder when you're walking somewhere together.

annoying

i feel like gojo with a crush is cute but also insufferable? he's always kicking you under the table at restaurants or libraries (literally anytime he's sitting across from you) and he won't stop pinching your cheeks teasingly. but of course you get back at him all the time (because you're better than him).

geto

the best listener

whenever you two are walking together after school he asks you how your day went, quietly listening. he loves hearing your voice especially after a long day, it always soothes him.

"-so i told her again that she needs to leave him immediately because he obviously doesn't care if he hurts her. but honestly i don't know if she's going to listen because she likes him too much and--wait, are you still listening?"

"of course. i think you should try to convince her that he's using her one more time. you have the receipts to prove it, and if she still doesn't want to listen there's really nothing else you can do. don't push yourself too hard for this, if she doesn't want to accept the information then that's that; you have other things to worry about."

the biggest gentleman

he opens every door, pulls out every chair, and guides you through every crowd with a hand on your back. he only wants you to be comfortable and would quite literally do anything for you. he'd never admit it, but he always has a spare water and a few snacks on him in case you ever need anything.

extremely observant

he can tell if you had barely slept the night before and offers you his shoulder to sleep on while heading back to school after a mission. he somehow always notices the smallest scratches or bruises on you, immediately tending to them and demanding asking that you tell him what happened.

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[nc-vb]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬, 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 & 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞

sfw, the boy's definitely an over-thinker. not beta-ed oops.

Dan Heng's starting to think you have a staring problem.

This is... a new discovery of his, or, at the very least, a new habit of yours. Who knows how long it's been going on? Certainly, not him. But now that he just so happened to catch you looking his way, a little more focused, a little more intensely, he's... a little self-conscious.

For one, why him? Surely, there isn't anything on his face, not for any of the time he'd caught you. You or one of the others would have mentioned it, anyhow, especially March 7th.

Is it because... he looks different now? Is it because he dons the appearance of another? Is it unsightly to you? Are you upset that he didn't tell any of you, but especially you?

At least you aren't glaring at him, or even completely looking in the other direction away from him whenever your eyes met (unlike a certain grey-haired someone). At this point in your acquaintanceship with each other, he's not sure he can handle the anxiety that would come out of both of you ignoring him.

It unnerves him, and whether it's a good or a bad type of unnerving, he's not quite sure yet. It makes him sweat a little beneath his already-lightened clothing, though, and on his neck behind his long hair; makes his heart race a little faster.

Why? He wishes you'd tell him first, so he wouldn't have to approach you for an answer. Why? He wishes you weren't looking for an excuse to walk away from him when you see him approaching, like you aren't internally panicking (and quite too obviously, externally) when he stops before you. Why?

"So?" he says. You barely flinch, but your expression twists into a bit of a grimace, and he frowns.

Please.

"So... what?" you mumble, gaze firmly averted toward your own feet.

Please. Be on my side.

"The... looks... you've been giving me this whole time," he starts. "It's just... I'd like to know why."

Don't you avoid me, too.

"O-Oh." You clear your throat and press your shoulders back to raise your head, but you still don't meet his eye. "I... well... I-It's nothing bad, if that's what you're worried about."

"Then, can you tell me what it is?" he asks, barely a second away from pleading with you if you decline.

You huff, not irritably, but as if nervous, or inconvenienced, and it makes Dan Heng's heart palpitate.

"It's... it's difficult to look at you and speak to you at the same time," you lowly admit. His eyes widen in surprise, and almost immediately, his thoughts begin to race again.

"I-I'm sorry," he tells you. Now, you somehow have no problem looking at him, lips parted in shock.

"What? Why are you apologizing?" you say with a disbelieving shake of your head. But then it clicks, and you realize your mistake. "Dan Heng, it's not because of that, I-I promise."

Now, he's confused. It's not? Then, what else?

"I-It's..." Why are you stammering? Is it so hard to just... tell me? "Y-You're just--"

"Just what?" Dan Heng begs.

You swallow harshly, and under his intense and saddened gaze, you feel yourself growing warmer and warmer, almost boiling like a kettle atop a fire until you could hold yourself back no longer.

"I just didn't think it was possible for you to look even prettier than you already are, okay?!" you hiss at him. "I-I was embarrassed! Don't ask me about it anymore, alright?!" And you stalk off towards March 7th and Welt Yang, hands covering your face and stuttering out a loud, "S-So, we're leaving now, right?!"

Dan Heng can barely bring himself to react. Standing there amidst the rubble of the Scalegorge Waterscape, his eyebrows have shot so high up toward his forehead that he manages to jokingly wonder if they've flown away.

His skin flushes, his cheeks rosy and lips parted in shock.

"... p-prettier?" He blinks. Several times. The shock doesn't dissipate. "You... You think I'm pretty?"

What floods his veins is a confusing, concentrated mixture of relief and, surprisingly, adoration. For your lack of frustration for him, for the fact that you weren't ignoring him for omitting such a huge fact about himself, for so many silly thoughts and concerns that you managed to invalidate by shouting a simple compliment at him. You weren't ignoring him, after all.

That's all it took to shake him from his funk. That's all it takes for him to step forward, his toes barely touching the floor when he floats across the floor of the Dragonvista Rain Hall after you.

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[fullsunstrawberry]

[part 13: hyuck ur invited]

synopsis: when your old college decides that your major isn’t worth the money. Meaning you have to transfer in the middle of your last year to neo university. But luckily you have three fuckboys to bring you out of your shell and help you get off

warnings: none

a/n: tomorrows post is going to a written chapter :)

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[viking-raider]

When In Rome...

Summary: You've been dating August Walker for several months and things are wonderful. Until one date night, August shows you a new side of him, and yourself.

Pairing: August Walker/Reader

Word Count: 8.5k

Warning: NC-17 - SMUT with a pinch of fluff! Soft Dom!August, inexperienced sub!Reader, Teeniest Switch!Reader, Multiple Orgasms, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Shower Masturbation, Body Fluids, Teasing, Fingering, Restraints, P in V, Cream Pie, Toys, Scratching, Spanking, Stimulation, Hand Job, Sensation play, Cock Warming, Blindfolds, minor Subspace, Soft!August, Aftercare

Inspiration: Netflix's How to Build a Sex Room. The title is a reference to the quote: "When in Rome, do as the Roman's do." which means; Go with the flow!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You had been seeing August for several months, the two of you had met in Rome, where you were on vacation and August was on a work trip. You were admiring the magnificent Trevi fountain, when this, absolute, hulk of human being stepped up beside you, wearing a button down, plaid shirt and tight blue jeans with a dark and faded, Kansas City, Chiefs ball cap. You instantly tensed, and not because you were frightened by him, though he did have an intimidating edge about him. He was so damned handsome, that sharp jaw dusted with stubble and his upper lip crowned with a thick, but meticulously groomed, mustache. He towered above you and his muscles filled out his clothing in a way that you wondered how he wasn't popping buttons and seams.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” He purred in a deep, American accent, tilting his chin towards the fountain.

You blinked up at him several times, then finally glanced back at the piece of art. “Yeah, it's gorgeous.” You squeaked, throat tight.

“Almost three million cubic feet of water runs through the fountain, every day.” He said, rather nonchalantly.

“That's rather impressive!” You replied, looking at the fountain with surprise.

The strange man turned towards you, extending his hand. “I'm August.” He said, flashing a million dollar smile at you, that had your knees turning into jelly.

“Nice to meet you, August.” You replied, shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

“I couldn't help but notice you, and hope you don't find this too forward.” August began, holding your eyes, his deep and mysterious. “But would you like to grab lunch with me?” He asked, cocking his head at you.

You gasped softly, taken aback by his request, and stared up at him, your hand still ever-so-gently clutched in his hand, you felt enchanted by him. “I'd love to.”

From that lunch onward, being with August was always an adventure, globe-trotting, expensive dinners and gifts, and the sex was amazing! But you were about to learn about a whole new side of August Walker and experience a different adventure.

“I had a great night, August.” You sighed, relaxing in the passenger seat of his matte black, Bugatti Chiron.

“It's not over yet, love.” He smirked, resting his hand on your thigh, stroking the fabric of your black, cap sleeve dress with lace detail.

“Oh, is that so?” You grinned back at him.

“It definitely is.” August nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

You were excited to find out what August had in store for the rest of the night, as you looked out the window, the cityscape twinkling against the blackness of the night sky. But as you stared at the city, you realized you and August weren't on the right side of the city to be going back to August's apartment. You looked over at him, a small spark of suspicion and concern blooming in the pit of your stomach.

“Gus, I thought we were going back to your place.” You pointed it out.

“We are, sweetheart.” He replied, patting your thigh reassuringly. “Don't you worry.”

You nodded, trusting August.

The drive was quiet the rest of the way to your destination, where you eventually left the city behind, turning off of the highway and into an industrial section of town. You looked at August dubiously, but he just chuckled at you, brushing the back of his fingers against your cheek. He turned onto a short, gravel driveway of a gated property, entered the pass code and drove on towards a medium sized and unassuming, black painted, cinder-block warehouse.

“Is this where I find out you're really a serial killer?” You quipped, dryly.

August laughed, pulling into a single parking spot. “No, babe, it's not. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it after our first date.” He teased back, opening his door and stepping out, then moved around and opened your door, extending his hand to you.

You took August's hand and got out of the car, following him towards the main door of the warehouse, he punched in another pass code and swung the door open, before extending your hand forward and moving out of your way, indicating he wanted you to go inside first. You glanced up at him, before going through the dark portal, almost instantly blinded by bright lights that flickered on with the help of motion sensors. Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you gasped at what laid before you, it looked nothing like a warehouse, it looked more like a house!

The walls were covered in dark red and black, grass-cloth damask wallpaper with charcoal gray Kentucky Rose Crown molding and matching baseboard, the ceiling was painted black with small flecks of gold, lined with recess lighting and the concrete floor was high gloss and so polished, you could see your own reflection in it. The main room you stood in had a long leather couch, a low coffee table, a mini fridge and a flat screen tv, with two closed doors, one in front of you and one to your left. You jumped slightly, feeling August's hands suddenly on the zipper at your nape, but he calmed you with a gentle kiss to the nook of your neck, slowly pulling the zipper down, before slipping a hand inside the loose fabric, soothing a palm over your back and side, until he cupped your hip.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered into your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

You drew in a soft breath, your mouth working for a moment. “I-I do, August.” You whimpered, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you willing to have some fun with me?” He asked, tracing the rim of your ear with the tip of his nose, before lightly tugging on it with his teeth.

Your stomach flipped. “I can give it a try, for you, Gus.” You gulped, starting to breathe heavy.

“Excellent.” August smirked, gliding his hand up from your hip to your shoulder and pushed your dress off of it, followed by the other, allowing your dress to cascade down your body, like the trickle of water, and pool around your high heels. “Your safe word is: Rome.” He rumbled into your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist and hugging you back against him, allowing you to feel his growing arousal.

“A safe word?” You echoed, turning your face into the side of his and lifted a brow.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, smoothing his palm up your stomach and cupped your breast through the lace fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing it. “Just in case you need a break or I do something you don't like, my sweet Lamb.”

“What would you do that I might not like?” You asked, frowning at him.

August chuckled at you, lifting his head and kissed you delicately on the lips. “All in due time, Lamb, all in due time.” He cooed against your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip for a second. “First things first though.” He said, moving away slightly, to unclasp your bra. “Finish getting undressed and go through that door over there.” He instructed you, pointing out the door straight ahead of you.

“What's over there?” You inquired, taking off your heels, removing your bra and slipping out of your panties, but gasped as August lightly smacked you on the ass. “What was that for!” You demanded, turning towards him.

“You're asking too many questions, Lamb.” He grinned at you, thoroughly amused by your inexperienced innocence. “Just be a good girl and do as I say.” He said, resting his hands on your shoulders and turned you back around to face the door, giving you a much more gentle pat on the bum, to get you going in its direction.

You shot August a look over your shoulder, but did as he asked, going up to the door and turned the black, curved lever knob, to reveal a well equipped bathroom on the other side. The walls and flooring were the same as the first room, but the ceiling was nothing but bright, high quality lighting panels, there was an enormous, acrylic, freestanding, overflow soaking tub to one side, the outside of it wrapped in copper accent. A metal and walnut shelf ran the length of the wall behind the tub, holding towels, wash clothes and loofahs, body washes, shampoos and conditioners, as well as all manners of bath salts. On the other side of the bathroom was a glass encased shower, with a rainfall shower head and jets coming out of the walls. You noticed metal grab bars bolted into the gray, transparent subway tile, at varying heights.

There were candles of all thickness and heights positioned about the room, on the floor, on shelves and around the tub, unlit. The bathroom had the most romantic feeling, which was odd for a bathroom, but you felt it encouraging your mood. What startled you though, were the things hanging on the wall on the other side of the tub, thick leather cuffs, with connectors, and a few things you hadn't a clue to their identity.

The door to the bathroom opened and August joined you, smiling at you sweetly, but his blue eyes held mischief and arousal. He was naked now himself, and he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him, kissed you deeply and with a heated passion. You moaned into his mouth, flicking your tongue against his as it slipped into your mouth, hungry and dominant.

“God, you are gorgeous.” He growled, breaking the kiss and looking you over, like a hungry wolf.

“I would say the feeling is mutual.” You smirked back at him, hugging your arms around his waist. “So, what are we doing, Gus?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“Showering.” He told you, unlocking your arms from around his waist and went over to the table against the wall, taking a loofah, wash cloth, bottle of body wash, shampoo and condition, then pulled you over to the shower and stepped inside with you.

“But I took a shower before our date.” You protested, softly. “Four hours ago.”

“Yes, I know.” August replied, closing the shower door and turned to the shower controls. “But I have standards for play time, so we'll wash again.” He told you, setting the water temperature and turning on the shower head, causing pleasantly warm water to rain down over your head, drawing out a moan.

“Are you going to tell me, what kind of play we're doing?” You asked, looking up at him.

“You're in the middle of it now, Lamb.” August smirked, wetting the wash cloth and wiped your makeup off, before popping open the shampoo and squeezed it into your hair.

“Wait a second, I can bath myself, good sir!” You protested, as August started to work the shampoo into a lather, batting his hands away.

August pressed his lips together, drawing in a long, deep breath and letting it out just the same, before rinsing his hands and stepped out of the shower, going over to the wall of cuffs and took a pair off, bringing them back to you.

“Oh no.” You shook your head, backing away from him.

“You're being a complicated Brat.” He said, still advancing on you, trapping you in the far corner. “I'm not going to put up with that.” He told you, reaching out and spun you around, pinning your arms behind you and shackled the soft, but strong, leather cuffs around your wrists and clipped them together with the small silver ring attached to them. “Mmm, you're even prettier in cuffs than I thought you would be, Lamb.” He cooed at you, biting his lip as he stared at your bound hands resting on the small of your back.

You twisted and tugged on them, but found they had no give.

“Are you ready to behave for me now?” He asked, grabbing you by the elbow and pulled you away from the wall, seeing the streaks of sudsy shampoo dripping down your face.

You pressed your lips together, eyes squeezed shut against the soap in your eyes, but didn't answer him, which only made him chuckle.

“Good girl.” He smiled, threading his fingers back into your hair and started working the shampoo into your scalp, gently wiping away the bits that trickled down your forehead, before more got into your eyes.

“Still don't get why you're bathing me.” You commented, even though it felt really good to have his strong fingers and hand to massage the conditioner into your hair.

“I told you, I have standards, and I know they're met, when I do them.” He explained, glancing down at you. “Plus, brownie points for me, I get to touch your nude body all over.” He smirked triumphantly, rinsing the conditioner out and picking up the loofah and unscented body wash.

You hummed, considering his words as he started to rub the soapy loofah over your chest and collarbone, his touch and attention was gentle, but thorough, working in even circles across your skin. You had to admit, this was rather nice, having someone else bath you, it wasn't degrading or childish, the look August gave you as he moved the sponge over your breasts, making you shiver from the sensation of the rough texture on your sensitive and hardening nipples, drawing out a loud moan that mixed in with the patter of droplets from the showerhead. August smirked at you, watching your push your chest forward against his hand and the loofah, clearly wanting more from the contact, but he continued on, caressing over your sides, watching you squirm as he touched the ticklish skin he knew was there, making you giggle involuntarily, a much different sound from the one you had made a moment before.

“August.” You whimpered, breathless, peering up at him.

“Mmhm.” He hummed back at you, nodding his head and smirking, smugly. “I think you'll enjoy play time a lot more now.” He said, turning you around, washing your arms and back. “That you're relaxed and clean.” He whispered, moving lower with the loofah, massaging your butt and slipping between your legs.

You whimpered, feeling him wash your privates, and found you couldn't hold yourself back, rocking against the length of the sponge gently. August laughed, seeing you rut against the loofah, working the soap into a frenzied lather between your clenched legs, whimpering and moaning as you stimulated your pussy on the coarse sponge. He was loving this little show, how unexpected it was, how much it turned him on. August held the loofah still, allowing you to rub yourself off on it, your eyes squeezed shut and lip clamped between your teeth. You pressed your forehead to August's chest to steady yourself, feeling your legs shake and the building of your orgasm in the pit of your belly.

“August!” You moaned, pressing your face harder into his wet body, tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, Gus!” You cried out, hugging your legs around the loofah and his hand.

“You going to come for me, Lamb?” August growled back at you, wrapping his free arm around you, helping to keep you up right, and feeling the thick droplets of your come wash over his hand and down your legs with the shower water. “Are you going to drench my hand, so I have to wash you again?” He huffed, his cock heavy between his thick thighs, twitched.

“God, yes!” You mewled, trembling as your climax came to a head.

“Look at me, then!” He snapped, but not harshly. “I want to watch you come, my love.” He cooed, slipping his hand under your chin and pushed your head back, so you looked him in the face. “Let me see that beautiful face, while you orgasm.”

You whined, breathing unevenly as you finally surrendered and gushed all over August's hand and the loofah, your knees going weak and folding together, thankfully August held you up as you continued to be rocked by the power of your pleasure, before falling forward against him, feeling like putty. August pressed a kiss to your forehead, grinning like a madman as he pulled the sponge from between your legs and dropped it to the floor, gently lifting you and setting you down on a wooden bench that was in the shower.

“That was quite the treat, Lamb.” He purred at you, then stepped back out of the shower to grab another clean loofah, and finished washing you, before showering himself.

You watched him wash, soaping that body not even the most skilled Greek sculptor could pull off with marble. A question popped into your mind, as you watched him clean between his legs, a soft smirk pulling across your lips. “I understand your standards now. But we're going to get messy again. So, what's the point of getting clean, only to get dirty again?” You inquired, as he carded his fingers through his curls, rinsing the conditioner out of them, while also washing the soap off his body.

August shot a sideways look at you, a little smirk pulling up one corner of his own mouth, amused you had clearly caught on to what was going on. “Who said we wouldn't be showering again, afterwards?” He asked, shaking his head, sending droplets flying and making you giggle at him.

“Fair enough, Walker. Fair enough.” You retorted, lifting your heavy foot to run it up and down the length of his thigh and the back of his knee.

“Someone's in a mood now.” August teased, turning the shower off and scooping you up, carrying you out of the shower and setting you down in the middle of the bathroom, so he could grab a towel.

“Are you going to take these off of me?” You asked, twisting your upper back to show him the cuffs you were still in.

“I will.” He nodded, unfolding a high thread count, black towel and started drying you off. “To put you in dry ones.” He added, smirking at you slyly.

“Ugh, of course!” You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.

August laughed, securing the towel around you, but paused for a moment to wrap his hand around your left bicep and felt the small, thin plastic implant that was under the skin of the inside of your upper arm, before crossing the room, to the black door of a small closet. He reached inside and removed a hanger off the rack, then turned back to you. Showing you what was on the hanger, a deep and shiny emerald green, silk nightie with spaghetti straps and black lace that decorated the breasts and bottom hem, he draped it over the edge of the tub for a moment, to remove your cuffs, tossing those aside, he took the nightie off the hanger and helped you slip into it, the garment just barely fell past your hips.

“Hm.” August hummed, grinning down at you, licking his lips and nodding his head. “I've imagined you in this, many times.” He whispered, letting out a low moan.

“Took you long enough to dare introduce me to it.” You quipped back, stroking the exposed skin of your chest, just above the v-neckline of the garment.

August touched his finger underneath your chin. “We'll see, once we get into the playroom.” He smirked, taking your hand and led you through the door you'd originally come through.

“Playroom?” You repeated, squeezing his hand, and sneaking a peek at his butt. “You didn't strike me as a man that played with toys.” You teased him, nervously, daring to give his rump a pinch with your free hand, making him snap a narrow eyed glance over his shoulder at you.

“Imp.” He huffed, shaking his head. “But you saw a prelude to the toys I play with, Lamb.” He said, stopping at the second door in the main room.

“I did indeed, can't be much worse.” You commented, before he opened the door.

A grin stretched across August's lips as he pushed the door open, revealing his coveted playroom. You took a step forward, poking your head inside and letting your mouth fall open at the space, filled with all sorts of equipment, implements and pieces of furniture.

“I stand corrected.” You gulped, mouth hanging open.

August stroked the back of your hair. “I'll be gentle with you.” He promised, moving around you and into the room. “You remember your safe word?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“Rome.” You replied, nodding at him feeling a nervous flutter in your stomach.

“Do you want to use it?” He inquired, chewing on the inside of his cheek, his skilled and observant eyes detecting your nerves, but also a hint of curiosity.

You licked your lips and looked around the room one more time, before settling your eyes back on August. “No.” You shook your head. “Not yet, at least.”

“Very well, then.” August nodded, reaching out and taking your hand, slowly leading you further into the room that took up most of the rest of the square footage of the warehouse. “Well, I know my Lamb can take being cuffed.” He smirked, massaging his thumb over the top of your hand. “So, let's start with that again.” He said, letting go of your hand and approached the wall of neatly organized implements, picking a pair of cuffs off a hook.

“These cuffs will be gentler on your wrists.” He said, having noticed the red marks on your skin, from twisting and pulling on the other set of leather cuffs. “They are lined with padded velvet.” He explained, coming back to you and motioned for you to hold your hands out to him.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you did as you were instructed, holding your arms out to August, allowing him to slip the soft and comfortable restraints around your wrists and pull the strap taut, securing them together with the buckle clip. He probed his fingers inside the cuffs, making sure they weren't too tight, as to cut off the circulation in your hands, then nodded with satisfaction, before grabbing the makeshift leash that dangled between them. He used it to pull you over to a strange contraption.

It was like an over-sized, step stool, made of metal and the two steps were thickly padded.

“Knees on the bottom step, torso on the top one.” August explained to you, letting go of the leash.

“All right.” You gulped, moving up to it, bracing your hands on the top the best you could, with them being bound together, and planted your knees on the bottom, steadying yourself for a moment, even casting August a look, but he just lifted his brows at you, his head dropping forward slightly, making it clear for you to keep it up.

So, you shifted until you found a comfortable spot for your knees, then leaned forward, pressing your chest to the top step, your nightie pulling up to the small of your back and exposing your bare bum to August, who reached out to caress it with his palm, for a moment, then lifted it away and brought it back, the slap echoing in the vast room with your surprised yelp. You started to turn around and protest, but August grabbed the leash attached to your cuffs and pulled you back down onto the padded step.

“No, you don't.” He chided you, shaking his head, disapprovingly. “Naughty girl.” He chuckled, releasing the buckle of your cuffs, before leaning over and grabbed one of the black chain hard points that were attached to each leg of the bench, clipping it to the loop on your right cuff, then did the same with the left. “There, that'll keep you in place, Lamb.” He cooed, licking his lips and moving to stand beside you, running his fingertips along the length of your spine, stopping just short of your rump, watching your shiver at the contact.

“You like that, Lamb?” He asked, lifting a brow at you, taking note, as he glided his fingers back up towards your neck, smiling as you nodded. “Sensation. Hmm, let's see where this goes, sweet girl.” He hummed, moving away from you.

“August.” You gulped, fidgeting and gently tugging on your restraints, making them rattle against the metal legs.

“Sir.” August corrected you, bluntly. “While we're in this section of the building, you'll call me; Sir.” He explained to you, opening a drawer. “Understood, Lamb?”

You blinked at him, biting your lip. “Sir.” You squeaked, then cleared your throat. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, worried.

“We're going to play with your sensation, Lamb.” He answered, smirking at you. “I also told you, I would be gentle with you. So, you have nothing to be afraid of.” He reminded you, taking out a weird looking object, it had a long handle with a wheel of spikes on it, then moved over to another drawer, grabbing several various types of bottles.

August set those items on a table in front of you, then disappeared for a few minutes, coming back with a bowl of steaming water and set it on the table with them. He moved back to the drawers, picking a couple things out. He stared into one drawer, debating if he should take out the toy he had his eyes on, but worried you might not be ready for it yet. So, August closed the drawer and returned to the table, leaving the toy for another possible time. He put the object in his hand into the warm water, then turned to you.

“Leave that to warm up first, then we'll play with it.” He said to you, picking up a red, silk blindfold and delicately tying it over your eyes, before grabbing one of the bottles, a bottle of lubrication, and popped the cap open, single handed.

You shifted and wiggled on the bench, now that you were blindfolded, your other senses were on high alert. Your ears twitched to every sound August made around you, the sharp pop of something opening and the squirt of something thick, you tilted your head side to side, trying to identify what it was you were hearing. The air in the room wasn't cold on your bare skin, but it wasn't warm either, it was almost perfect. You felt the way the fabric of your nightie rode up on your back and bunched between you and the seat of the bench, the metal of the legs were cool against your skin as you gripped them, finding it was easier and more comfortable to lay almost limp on the top step.

You felt the shift of air as August stepped in front of you, the warmth of his naked body heat, the scent of his clean skin. Moaning softly and tilting your head up, you took a deeper breath in of his scent, having never noticed just the natural smell of his skin before. It was usually masked by his normal body wash and cologne, but since he washed it all away with the unscented soap, it gave you free access to his true scent, and you couldn't get enough of it. It was alluring, dusky and raced straight between your legs.

Tugging up the back of your nightie, to expose your back, August squeezed a teeny bit of lube onto your left shoulder-blade, then rubbed it in. “Tell me, what you feel.” He whispered to you, brushing his fingers through the back of your hair.

You focused on that spot on your shoulder, there was no feeling, at first, then it began to feel quite strange, like the beginning of your fingers or toes falling asleep, after laying in an awkward position for too long. It was numbing—no, it was tingling!

“It tingles.”

“Very good.” August praised you, patting the back of your head. “It's tingling lube.” He said, putting the bottle on the table and picking up another one, applying it to your right shoulder-blade.

At first, you started at the cold of the lube touching your otherwise warm skin, after a few moments though, the heat grew in intensity, however it wasn't unpleasant or overbearing. “It's warm! Very warm, Sir.” You answered, rubbing your thighs together, the sensation of the tingle and intense heat on your shoulders were starting to make you wet.

August smirked, watching you rut, then moved on, squeezing a line of lube down the length of your spine, making you gasp with shock, instantly knowing what this sensation was.

“Cold, like an ice cube!” You quivered, the interchanging of heat, tingle and cold battling each other to be the main sensation you felt on your back was intoxicating and maddening.

“Open your mouth, Lamb.” August instructed you, holding his fingers up to your lips.

Obeying, you parted your lips and August slipped his coated fingers inside your mouth, resting them heavily on your tongue.

“Close and suck.”

Moaning, you sealed your lips around his two thick digits and sucked, until you had a vacuum seal around them. You tasted the sticky substance on his fingers, it made you frown, it wasn't anything you had tasted before. Shaking your head, you probed his fingers with your tongue, trying to place what you were tasting on them, sucking them deeper into your mouth, until it struck you. You pulled your head back, August's fingers popping out of your mouth with thick strings of drool.

“Chocolate.” You moan, your voice sultry.

“Mmhm.” August nodded, his eyes heavily hooded. “You didn't get dessert during our date at the restaurant.” He quipped, saucily, coating his fingers with a different lube. “Last one, Lamb.” He cooed, stuffing your mouth with his fingers once again.

The flavor of this lube exploded in your mouth, and you chuckled, August was purposely teasing you with this one, it was your favorite flavor. You didn't pull away from his fingers this time, suckling on them, cleaning off every bit of the delicious lube, before August removed his own digits, thumbing away the drool from your lips.

“I liked that one, Sir.” You purred at him, licking your lips.

“I'm positive you did, Lamb.” August chuckled, lightly caressing your back, before picking up the strange instrument and touching it to your chilled spine, making you start as he rolled the pointy spikes, gently up and down your back.

“Wh-what is...th-that?” You moaned, wiggling, it felt so odd and so good at the same time, especially on your cold vertebra.

“Wartenberg wheel.” He replied, moving to the heated area of your shoulder. “It's a medical device that doctors typically use to test nerve reactions.” He explained to you, applying a small amount of pressure, and watched your skin jump. “Did that hurt?” He asked, pulling the wheel away from your back.

“No, it felt...it felt--” You panted, swallowing hard, as you tried to find a way to explain to August how it felt. “Like little, heat filled, tickle bombs.” You said, knowing it made absolutely no sense. “I liked it, a lot.” You assured him.

August nodded, but moved the wheel to the tingle patch of your other shoulder, doing the same thing, you squirmed and giggled, it tickled there more than either of the other two spots, that felt sensual. “I think you're warmed up now.” He said softly, pressing his palm down to the small of your back. “You seem relaxed and to be enjoying yourself.” He cooed, curving his hand slowly between your legs, and slotted his fingers in against the back of your pussy.

“Oh.” He rasped, feeling your wet folds. “You're more than warmed up, sweetheart.” He chuckled, slipping half a finger inside of you, finding you were even wetter, still.

You moaned loudly, pushing back on August's hand, wanting to take all of his finger, wanting more than his finger inside of you. “Please, Sir. Please!” You whimpered and begged, rocking against your restraints.

“Wet and needy, just how I love my Lamb.” August growled, removing his hand.

“Please!” You begged again, whining at the loss of his digit inside of you.

“Oh, I'll satisfy you yet, minx.” He replied, chuckling, and dipping his hand into the bowl of warm water, pulling out a sleek, eight inch, metal dildo, warmed by the water he put it in, in order to play a little more with your discovered Sensation kink.

He picked up one of the lubes, one the two of you hadn't played with, and coated the dildo with it, before moving behind you. Resting a hand on the small of your back, August guided it home and made you start. Even though the two of you had only been together for a few months, your sex life was one of the most active parts of your relationship, so you knew August's manhood better than you knew your own hand, and knew what he was pushing inside of your core, was not his cock.

“Aug—SIR!” You gasped, pushing yourself forward, the little you could.

“Relax, Lamb.” He murmured, grasping your hip and pulling you back. “You can take it. You take my cock all the time, love.” He coaxed you, all the while, inching it further and further inside of you. “Such a beautiful pussy you have.” He sighed, sliding the last of the warmed toy inside of you.

“I love when it's all full up with my cock or a toy.” He smirked, gently twisting the dildo.

You cried out, throwing your head back, the warm metal stretched you open and pressed the length of your core, the sensation of the lube was cold, but oddly, with every movement, there were bursts of tingles. Your toes curled and you rutted down on the bench, managing to rub the edge of your clit against the red padding, going cross eyed beneath the blindfold, but you hissed as August spanked you.

“None of that!” He chastised you. “You'll come, when I say.”

“That's not fair!” You protested, jerking on your cuffs.

“I'm the master in this building, Lamb!” August scolded you, catching your chin in his fingers and pushing your head back, even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his gaze. “I'll be fair, but you'll still do as you're told.” He lectured you, while lifting his other hand close to your face, grinning smugly since you couldn't see the device he had in it, pressing the red button on it.

“Oh, good lord!” You gasped, tensing against your bounds, as a profound vibration started to hum inside of your core. “Oh, Jesus.” You mewled, squirming against it, but August only turned it up, leaving you withering. “August, fuck!” You babbled, trembling.

“Is that what you're supposed to call me, right now, little Lamb?” He smirked, relenting on the intensity of the vibration, just for a moment.

“No, I'm sorry, sir.” You sighed, shaking your head in his hand, breathing through your open mouth.

“That's a good girl.” He purred, his voice a deep timber, as he kissed your sweaty forehead, then cranked the power back up.

You whimpered, feeling the strength race up your back and disrupt all coherent thought inside your brain, leaving you a bumbling mess. August smirked, setting the control down on the table and picked up another device, slipping it onto his middle finger, before going to stand behind you. He knew you probably wouldn't last long like this, as he reached beneath you, pressing a switch in the underside of the device, a vibrating finger wand, while pressing it to your swollen clit. You bucked against his hand, shaking your head and crying out, tears soaking the fabric of the blindfold as you became overwhelmed.

“I can't!” You sobbed, biting down on your lip as the orgasm inside you threatened to shred you into pieces. “I can't! Please, I need to come, sir!” You implored August, kicking your feet.

“I know you do, doll.” He answered, seeing you drench the dildo and rubbed your oversensitive nub with the teeny vibrator. “But you can last a little bit longer. That sweet release will feel so much sweeter in a few moments, I promise.” He cooed, leaning over you to press kisses along the length of your back, the hairs of his mustache and beard tickling and scrapping your skin, adding to your senses.

“Come.” He whispered in your ear, nudging his hard cock against your ass. “Let it all out.”

“August!” You called out, letting go and squirting around the toy with an intensity that pushed it out some, then fell limp over the bench.

August kneaded your hips and kissed the base of your neck, as he removed the toy from your core, dripping with your juices and dropped it back into the bowl, then turned back and took off your blindfold, seeing your damp and heavy eyes for the first time.

“Are you fucked out, princess?” He teased you, smirking, lifting your heavy head and kissed your lips. “Oh, you are thoroughly fucked out, Lamb.” He chuckled, stroking your cheek with his thumb, then removed your cuffs, gently pushing you up to your rubber legs and scooped you up, carrying you over to a black leather, tantra chaise.

He lowered himself down onto it, still holding you against his chest, while he got comfortable in the deep valley in the middle of the long and wide chair, before reclining against the high back, his head resting on the attached headrest. Your own head rested heavily on August's chest and your hands were tucked into the nooks of his armpits, elbows hugged against his ribs and straddling his waist, numbed and spent. Whimpering pathetically, as his strong and calloused hands massaged up and down your back for a long few minutes, before reaching underneath to his throbbing and needy cock, slick pearls of come, dripping down his shaft.

August stroked himself for a moment, rubbing and occasionally tapping his thick head against your sticky and sensitive pussy, drawing out soft, deep moans from you, as you rubbed your cheek and face against his collarbone. August teased his tip between your folds, caressing its length and circled your clit, before withdrawing again, to stroke himself some more, squeezing his base. He pressed his tip inside of you again, thrusting just inside the ring of your entrance, hissing as he felt your nails dig into the skin of his armpits, and snapped completely inside of you, stuffing you with his mighty manhood. You gasped, planting your hands on the chaise and pushed yourself up, arching your back as the burn of August's cock spread through you like a wildfire, your head thrown back and eyes rolled into your skull.

“Brat.” August hissed at you, popping you on the bum, then gripped your hips and kept you seated in his lap, positioning his feet on the floor at either side of the tantra, using the leverage to rock into you, pushing you up a little bit with each upwards thrust. “You like that, Lamb?” He purred at you, hearing your almost silent gasp and watched you gently sway above him, smirking as he realized you'd dropped into a low level of subspace.

“Yes, Sir.” You sighed, pressing your hands to August's chest, feeling his heart pounding against your palms. “Your cock feels so much better than the toy does.” You confessed, looking at him with glassy and hooded eyes, pupils dilated with your heightened emotions and sensations. “It's so much bigger and hotter.” You told him, smoothly rolling your hips.

The feeling of August throbbing and twitching inside of your tight core was amazing, fat veins rubbing against your velvety walls, filling you up, so he always hit your sweet spots. You never wanted another cock or man inside of you as long as you lived! You felt so spoiled on August's and thanked the Gods that graced him with it. You felt the muscles of August's stomach flex against yours and heard his breathing become rough, his tell-tale sign, while his ordinarily smooth thrusts became jerky and irregular. August ran a hand up your back and squeezed your neck, pulling you into a hungry and sultry kiss, feeling his balls start to grow taut, blood pounding in his ears and a sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead, plastering his curls to his damp skin, as a rush of heat washed over him, head to toe.

He grunted into your mouth, letting go of your neck and wrapped his muscular arms around you, trapping yours against your sides, while practically crushing you against his chest, hammering wildly into you, laser focused on pumping you full of his seed, to feel it gush out around his frenzied cock and drip over his swollen sack, which only maddened him even more. You moaned and grunted, bouncing your hips to ride his cock the best you could with each powerful thrust, his hold on you the only thing that stopped you from being shoved up August's body, with their strength. You pressed your forehead to his hairy chest, legs trembling as you pushed up on your tippy toes, feeling the build of a new orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh god.” August huffed, hot breath stirring the hair on the top of your head as he ejaculated, spurting hot and fast loads of milky come into your core, stimulating you into your third orgasm of the night. “How I wish I could keep your sweet, little hole filled up with my come all day and all night long.” He rasped, coming down off his high enough to form sensible words.

“I have no doubt you would, August James Walker.” You chuckled, turning your head and resting your chin in the center of his chest, smirking up at him, sleepily.

August chuckled, breathily, at you, brushing strands of your hair out of your warm face, and lifted his head to press a tender kiss to your brow, then glanced at the clock that hung on the far wall. “Hmm.” He hummed, seeing the late hour. “I should get you home, Lamb, you have work in the morning after all.” He said, sitting up with you in his lap, before slowly lifting you off his softened cock, watching your combined releases slowly seep out of you, dripping onto the leather of the chair below you as he sat you on the bottom, so he could stand up.

You watched August walk away, sliding down the chaise and into the spot he vacated, curling up and moaning at the heat of the material, warmed by his body. August disappeared into the main room for a time, coming back to find you had fallen into a light sleep in his absence, making his smile down at you. He squatted beside you, stroking your hair, the side of your face and neck, drinking in your relaxed and unassuming beauty, and smiled brighter as your eyes gently fluttered open and settled on him.

“I have a nice, relaxing bath waiting for you, Lamb.” He cooed, rubbing your arm, sweetly.

“Mmm.” You hummed, brow furrowing at the thought of the luxurious warm water. “That sounds magnificent, Gus.” You mumbled, eyes falling shut again, but managed to pull yourself into an upright position.

“Would you like some assistance, my lady?” August teased you, looking over your limp body.

“Yes, please.” You nodded, not opening your eyes, just lifting your arms, so he could pick you up.

You felt his chest rumble with a chuckle as he hoisted you up into his arms, planting a kiss to your temple, and carried you back into the bathroom. This time the lights were down low, and the candles were lit, great, thick tentacles of hot steam rose from the fragrant bath water, filling the room with the misty scent of sandalwood and cardamom from the expensive Himalayan bath salts he sprinkled in.

“I feel so spoiled.” You commented, as August helped you out of your nightie and then stepped in the tub with you, your toes curled in the warm water.

“Oh?” He replied, resting back against the edge of the tub. “By being bound to a spanking bench, blindfolded, and having a vibrating dildo inside of you, while I played with your sensitive skin and made you hold in your orgasm?” He quipped, amused and teasing. “Then fucked you senseless on the tantra chair.”

You smirked into his neck, shaking your head. “It's always a treat to be fucked by you, August.” You chuckled back. “But I meant the bath.” You clarified, lifting a hand and sailed your fingers over the surface. “We could have just gotten back into the shower, or gotten dressed and you could've taken me home, where I would have just shower myself before bed.” You explained, shifting between his legs. “Instead, you drew me a fancy bath, with candle light.”

“So romantic.”

The slightest of blushes crossed August's scruffy cheeks. “I figured it would be more beneficial to you, than a shower would be. Allow you to sit and soak in hot water, because you're going to be sore tomorrow.” He told you, massaging your hips and back.

“I don't doubt that.” You nodded, turning to kneel between his legs.

“What are you doing, little Lamb?” He inquired, a smug and knowing smirk pulling across his lips.

“I feel bad, Gus.” You cooed at him, caressing your fingertips over his thick thighs, water swirling between the two of you. “I've come three times tonight, while you've only come once.” You told him, one hand dipping between his legs.

“That doesn't seem very far to me, Sir.”

August growled at you, his smirk broadening. “I've corrupted you.”

“Corrupted?” You pouted, a soft and innocent look crossing your face. “No, never.” You assured him, hand inching closer to his awakening member. “Instigated something inside of me? Very much so.” You nodded, lightly dragging your nails up his length, making him hiss and squirm with pleasure. “It's only nice to give you one more orgasm, before the night ends.” You whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, raking your nails downwards, chuckling as August growled and nipped at your bottom lip.

“And, maybe, a wee bit of revenge.” You laughed, closing your hand around his base.

“Hmm, of course.” He nodded, letting his head fall back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy your attention. “I'll take it as you'll be willing to play here with me again?” He asked, gripping the edge of the tub as you started to stroke his length.

“I'd take it into deep consideration, yes.” You nodded, rubbing your thumb over the deep groove that split the head of August's cock, watching strands of pre-come weep out as you set them free from his slit. “I'm sure you'd want to step it up a level, judging by the amount and types of toys you have.”

“I would.” August groaned, thumping the heel of his foot on the bottom of the tub. “But, just like tonight, I would gradually introduce you to it. I know you're a novice at being a submissive.”

“Do you want me to be your submissive, Bear?” You cooed, gently tugging on his shaft.

August lifted his head, looking at you with dark, azure eyes. “Very much, Lamb.” He rasped, licking his lips. “But it wouldn't upset me, if you didn't want to be.” He admitted, eyes flaring as he watched you dip your head, submerging your face for a long moment to suck on the head of his cock, before coming back up, face dripping.

“So far, so good.” You smirked at him, seeing how you were affecting him.

“Noted.” He nodded, locking his eyes on your task, your thumb rubbing and pressing into the major vein underneath his shaft, making his toes curl and his eyes almost cross.

Your strokes grew firmer, free hand cupping his heavy sack, rolling them and giving them careful squeezes. The throb of August's member increased against your palm, swelling and its tip turning purple as he began to reach his zenith, moans echoing in the bathroom. You watched August's flushed face twist in his climax, beads of sweat dripping from his nose with the mixture of warm bath water and the rush of his orgasm spreading through his body, sending ropes of come sailing through the water.

“You're damned handsome, August Walker.” You cooed, moving forward to press a kiss to the damp skin of his neck, feeling the slowing thud of his pulse against your lips as you kissed your way up the column of his throat, over his stubbly chin to his slightly parted lips, cutting off his harsh and labored pants for air.

“Who's fucked out now?” You teased, sitting back on his thighs.

August cracked an eye open at you. “I won't be taking you home tonight, Lamb.” He replied, voice rough. “You also won't be going into work tomorrow.” He added.

“Is that so?” You answered, lifting a brow at him.

“Then, where will we be, Gus?”

“Here.” He said, pulling the drain and stood up with you, setting you down outside the tub.

The two of you dried off and August showed you back through the warehouse, to the back where he revealed a bedroom, a massive, king sized bed, covered in insanely expensive cotton, black and silver sheets and blankets. August pulled down the thick comforter and sheet, before looking over at you and patted the Nectar mattress. You chuckled, smirking at him and joined him, shaking your head as the mattress came to just above your hip. August grinned back at you, resting his hands on your hips and hoisted you up onto the mattress. With you in bed, August turned the lights out and joined you under the blankets, pulling you against his body, before slipping his hand between you, to pump his cock for a moment, then curved his legs into yours and pushed his semi-hard cock into your core.

“Mmm, August.” You moaned, wiggling your hips and pressing your back against his chest, feeling him slowly harden completely inside of you.

“Sweet dream, little Lamb.” August rumbled back into your ear, locking his arms around your waist, keeping you in place, and drifted off, a sinful smile on his lips.

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Date Night

David Rossi x OFC Slightly NC-17 Warnings: Heavy kissing, light touching, no actual smut Summary: Bella is new to the FBI and literally runs into David Rossi who she happens to have a massive crush on. He takes her out to dinner and they wind up on his couch.

Word Count: 946

“I mean who would ever want to be with me? Especially someone like David Rossi? I doubt he even knows I exist.” Bella tried explaining to Penelope. She was fresh out of the academy chasing her fathers coattails while trying to pave her own way and David Rossi was well…David Rossi. Bella was just a paper pusher with hopes and dreams of joining the BAU. Thankfully she was weird like Penelope so she quickly became her new best friend. Bella sighed deeply and left her office to get back to work. When she got back to her desk she groaned. Her paperwork pile had doubled during her lunch break. She quickly shuffled through them and knew she needed to make photocopies. Gathering them up she made her way to the file room only to find the copier broken. ‘Use BAU copier.’ The sign said. She frowned but made her way to the next floor up. 

Bella had her hands full and turned a corner cursing as she collided with someone. Paperwork scattered across the floor and she landed on her ass. “You okay kitten?” Oh shit. She knew that voice. She looked up to see David Rossi looking down at her. “I’m so sorry Mr. Rossi. I wasn’t paying attention and I just am not as graceful as I used to be.” She was rambling as she got on her hands and knees to pick up the scattered papers. “No it’s okay it was entirely my fault.” David said, helping her pick up papers. Once she was done she looked up at him while still on her knees, batting her eyelashes. He bit his lip and cleared his throat causing her to blush. “Need a hand kitten?” He asked, holding out a hand helping her up. “It’s Bella. I mean I don’t mind if you call me kitten. But my name is Bella.” She said tucking back a red curl. “I know who you are. Arabella Montgomery. Fresh out of the academy. You help put together our finished files after cases.” He said, causing her to blush. David Rossi actually knew who she was. “I worked with your dad a few times. I was sorry to hear about his accident.” He said, still holding her hand after helping her up. She deflated a little when he brought up her dad. “Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? Fizolies. 8pm.” He asked and she nodded. “See you later kitten.” He said with a smirk and a wink and she quickly ran to tell Penelope what happened.

Bella sighed as she picked at her little black dress and nervously looked at her phone. 825. She frowned and sipped at her wine. She would give it a couple more minutes before accepting the fact she got stood up. Who was she kidding? No one liked her. Especially someone as special as David Rossi. She was about to get the check when the chair across from her pulled out and a handsome man in a suit sat down. “Sorry kitten. Got a case file dropped off right as I was leaving and had to get the team. Looks like we are going to New York tomorrow.” He said ordering himself some wine. “Oh. I’m originally from New York.” She said, sipping at her glass. “What brought you out here?” He asked, sitting back. “Well I had been a ballerina since I took my first steps. I was a ballerina with the American Ballet Company then one performance of Romeo and Juliet…I was Juliet…I blew out my knee. I can no longer dance so I decided to take after my dad.” She explained with a bit of a frown. “Your dad would be proud of the Agent you are becoming.” David said with a reassuring smile. “Just wish he would have lived long enough to see me graduate. Now I’m just a paper pusher.” She said with a bit of a frown as she shrugged her shoulders. 

Bella and David both drank a substantial amount of wine. “I’m only 5 minutes away from here.” He had his hands wrapped around her waist and was brushing his lips against the curve of her neck. “Wanna come over?” He asked and she quickly nodded. David flagged down a taxi and once inside his hands were all over her. But she definitely didn’t mind. Once they arrived at his house she giggled as his beard kept tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. He paused from kissing her just long enough to unlock the door and push her inside. Once inside he quickly shed his jacket and pushed her onto the couch. He pulled off his tie and climbed on top of her biting and kissing along her neck and collar bone. She moaned, tilting her head back to give him more access to her pale skin. He left lots of marks she was going to have to explain the following day but she didn't care. She pushed her hips up against his moaning as she felt the bulge in his slacks. “Tell me how far you wanna go.” He whispered breathlessly into her ear. “All the way.” She moaned back as they both quickly started to undress each other.  His hands dipped down and lightly started to trace up her thigh and he swallowed the sounds she was making. "Easy kitten." He said with a grin before dipping down to place kisses between her cleavage. He was devouring the little sounds that she was making as his fingers pushed the fabric of her dress up her legs till it bunched up around her waist. He couldn’t ask for a better night.

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[inazuman]

celebrating chuuya’s birthday with him. waking him up with kisses all over his face. morning sex. giving him the best blowjob of his life. him telling you since it’s his birthday he wants your pussy for breakfast. riding him so his hands are free to grab you where he likes. going out to a cafe for a filling brunch. giving him his birthday present!! and he says something like “thank you. nothing compares to having you in my life. you’re my greatest treausure.” having a peaceful night together. a candlelit dinner with complementary wine. champagne in a bathtub together that progresses to having champagne with cake afterwards. him carrying you to the bedroom to have sex again. pressing your face into the pillow so he has the beautiful visual of your ass in the air as he grabs at it whilst he fucks you. happy birthday chuuya <3 

#chuuya nakahara x you #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #chuuya x you #nakahara chuuya #chuuya scenarios #chuuya smut #chuuya fluff #chuuya nakahara fluff #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUUYA #LOVE OF MY LIFE #sujiko posts #sujikowrites #nc #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd chuuya #bsd #yes i just wrote this rn i had to get it out of my head

[the-daiz]

My edelweiss | Diluc

A cute fanfic of how diluc and his younger sibling reunite! and another not so cute one

Genre: fluff - angst, hurt/no comfort, sibling au

Paring: Diluc x sibling!reader

Younger sibling!reader

Warning(s): yelling?, Cursing?, Diluc being a total bitch in the second scenario

Side note: this is longer than intended, and i dont like this as usual 🏃🏽‍♀️

Posted on: 6/ July/ 2022

1-Happy scenario

You could hear your boots click against the solemn stone bricks of your porch, with no other sound accompanying your footsteps but the clashing of wine in the sealed crat. Your palms felt cold atop the the wooden barrel as you continued to roll it ahead, you would've just picked it up and delivered it to the carrier parked before the dawn winery but you were already much too exhausted from all the transporting you had done, and as the night stretched farther, it seemed that the wine increased in weight too, making your task harder to complete.

It wasn't like you were being forced into working until the dead of night, it was quite the opposite. Although the family winery is in your older brother's name, you put more effort into keeping it alive than he does or probably ever will, even while still young. You borrowed a few books from the library about business and read them until you couldn't keep your eyes open, you asked Elzer to teach you a thing or two about wine and it's wonders, and with hardwork, it didn't take you long to perfect every aspect of running an alcohol company. You took pride in helping around your father's business, some people even mistook it for your own, despite your evident youth.

Adelinde discourages your actions and says 'although it's very kind of you, you should leave the work for her, Elzer and the staff to take care of'. while Elzer approves of your assistance, however, he thinks you shouldn't take so much of the responsibilities to do on your own.

With a suffocated grunt, you lifted the barrel up the wagon and stacked it with the rest of the horde. That was the last of the bunch. You gave yourself a quick pat on the back and headed to the winery, ready to end a long day of helping the wine industry grow with a well-earned rest.

You steadily opened one of the entrance doors in order to avoid making any unpleasant noises that might disturb someone from their peaceful slumber. While kicking the dirt off your boots, about to enter your home, you heard the crunching of leaves and grass from behind you, an indication of the presence of another.

Instinctively, you turned around, assuming it was someone who was lost in the woods and was looking for their way back to Mondstadt.

For a split moment, you wished you hadn't looked, and for the moment that passed, you hadn't been happier with a decision you made in your life.

It made sense now. The furniture being transported to your home. The weird behavior of Elzer, the even stranger act of Adelinde.

Your stomach churned with spirals of emotions, one of which being the jolting happiness ripping your insides to shreds, and another being utter confusion, wondering if this was another dream or a dream come true.

It was the first phase, shock, then the second, slow realization. You had to slowly examine the individual standing beside the grape garden to fully grasp the situation. Everything looked the same, just as you remembered, just as you had dreamed of. Red, long hair tied up in a tight ponytail. Neat attire as black and formal as the heavens above. And blazing eyes, identical to the ones your father held. Those eyes had agitation and a hint of shame. His slight furrowed brows only emphasized his ashamed look.

You mouthed his name, unable to get the actual syllables out, a built of mass of intense feelings blocking your throat.

"Diluc..." You repeated in an audible whisper this time. You could see his face slightly scrunch up at the call of his name. He hesitated, hesitated to come closer, afraid of what you might think of him, of how mad you must be at him. But he decided to be brave for once, not like how he was when he left you.

After two excruciating steps from him, you sprung into a run, sprinting towards him like a greedy merchant reaching for his wealthy stack of gold.

Those few seconds it took you to reach him felt like an eternity, and those moments you spent in his missed embrace felt like a lifetime.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Forgive me, (Y/n). Archons forgive me for what I've done. I love you. I missed you so incredibly much. There isn't a single word in this world that describes how wrong I was to leave you." He murmured into your ear, clutching the top of your head and caressing it with a yearning for familial affection. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'd sell my everything for you. I love you so much. I'm so sorry."

You wanted to tell him that you forgave him, that him being here, with you, was enough, but you couldn't speak through your wailing, your tears that prevented you from taking a proper breath. You wrapped your arms tighter around his form, and you had never realized how unsecure you were until you finally felt secure again.

2-Not so happy scenario

In your many years of living, you had never felt this conflicted to stroll through a door. The door leading to Angel's share, the tavern popular amongst the people of mondstadt. The tavern you helped maintain with Elzer. The tavern you spent time in laughing and chatting with travelers and adventurers alike. The tavern you memorized every nook and cranny of. The tavern you practically owned. The tavern left behind by your father. The tavern you swore to take care of for as long as your alive. And now the tavern that held the source of your frustration and suppressed rage.

You were glad it was night and no one was outside to witness your pathetic form stare unmovingly before the wooden door of their own family tavern. It wasn't the tavern itself that you feared, it was what was in it. You truly hoped you'd open the door and find no one but Charles at the other side of the bar counter and maybe some drunken visitors who need to be escorted back to their homes, giving you something else to worry about for the night.

You truly wished what Elzer had told you was a lie, and it was all just a terrible sick joke, but you knew it wasn't. Elzer wasn't that cruel, but now you wished he was.

With whatever courage you had left in you, you reached out and grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, blinking away the sudden light illuminating from inside. 

Your scowl deepened in resentment, your gaze locking on a certain figure's back standing behind the bar counter. You cursed under your breath. It wasn't Charle's. 

He looked just as you remembered, you almost thought 'nothing had changed after all!' but you knew better than to fool yourself once more. His ponytail as high as his fucking ego. His spotless attire as black and cold as his heart. If he even had one at this point.

In other circumstances, you would've been glad that he returned. In other circumstances where he walks up to you in person, where he hugs you and tells you how much he missed you. In other circumstances that don't exist in your reality.

"Diluc." You uttered. He stiffened and paused. "You're back." He slowly turned to look at you. Your face wrinkled with further rage. He looked so... calm, so contempt.

"Yes. I am." He responded. His voice was deeper and much colder. Not like in your dreams.

"So... you weren't going to even look for me? drop by and say hello or something?? anything!?" You sneered.

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of my return." He turned his head around, arranging the bottles of vintage wine. "Just pretend that I've always been here. That I never left."

"Pretend? You want me to pretend? I've always been pretending!" You snapped. "For years, for YEARS Diluc, I've been pretending. Pretending that you were still here, pretending like everything was fine, when I knew it wasn't. Do you know how much I wished for you to come back home? AND NOT LIKE THIS." Diluc had stopped toggling with the glass bottles but was silent and motionless throughout your talk. You gulped down the lump in your throat, refusing to display your vulnerability to him.

"I fucking missed you, I needed you so much... did you even ever miss me?" You pursed your lips together once your voice wavered.

"Of course I missed you!" He whipped his head around.

"THEN WHY DON'T YOU SHOW IT!" You yelled. "If you really did miss me, then wouldn't you come tell me in person? if you really did miss me, wouldn't you have sent letters? If you even truly did love me..."

Diluc opened his mouth, ready to protest but held his tongue, he knew that no matter what he said, he still messed up. Now he realized how terribly he ruined things. It was evident by how his face suddenly contorted into one of pure regret.

"I..." He sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry. Please... Just keep pretending for a while longer." He turned his back to you, again. Now you really couldn't hold it. 

"Fuck you." Your voice was strained. You wiped your tears as you walked out of the Tavern. You cried all the way back to dawn winery, ready to collapse in your bed, where in your dreams you could truly pretend like everything was fine, that he never left.

That whatever came back of him, wasn't an empty shell of what he used to be.

#daisy loves platonic love #fluff #l-f #diluc genshin impact #diluc #genshin impact #diluc fanfic #diluc x reader #platonic diluc x reader #diluc x reader platonic #platonic #diluc x sibling reader #L-F #L-A #L-H/NC #i love sibling dynamics

[ferretlovesscarhead]

Oneshot | NC-17 | 13.700

Romance | Fluff | Eighth Year/Post-Hogwarts

It all starts with a pair of chilly feet under Harry Potter’s bum.

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My heart is bursting from all the happiness and I cried. This is so lovely.

#Drarry #drarryrec #fanfiction #genre: romance #genre: fluff #contains: soulmates #touchstarved!harry #era: eighth year #era: post hogwarts #length: oneshot #length: medium #rating: nc 17 #author: anonymous #rec: 401 to 500 #428 #c

[aoicheri]

For Once - Lee Taeyong

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x male!reader

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Food, you take a bath with Taeyong in the room but it’s very fluffy, cursing but not a lot. This isn’t proofread so please, let me know if there are any typos or grammatical errors. 

Word count: 1.4k.

Requested?: By @dejunexiaobella​. :)

Synopsis: You’ve fallen sick and refuse to let Taeyong come take care of you, but you wake up to a surprise one morning.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account. I did not steal my own work.

Please reblog my fics, Tumblr is based on a system of reblogs and pushes my fics out more if you do so.

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Two days now, you’d been isolating yourself in your apartment. Every time Taeyong had asked if you needed anything, if you wanted him to come over and take care of you, you’d denied. You didn’t want him to get sick as well, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hold his affection and the roles would soon be switched if you let him. 

This though, made Taeyong unhappy. It wasn’t covid, just a cold, so why couldn’t he take care of you? He was lonely and knew you had to be too, having had yourself closed off from the world for two whole days. He missed you, and knowing you weren’t well yet not being able to do anything about it bothered him a lot. You were always there to make him feel better when he was sick, and yet you wouldn’t let him do the same. 

Around four in the afternoon was the first time you’d left your room today, still groggy from the sleep you’d been drifting in and out of since eight that morning. You didn’t want to, but you knew you needed to eat something. You didn’t know yet what you were planning on eating, but you knew damn well that you didn’t have nearly enough energy to cook anything. Settling on something small you knew your stomach could handle, you popped some bread in the toaster and waited. 

Ba-ding

Sighing, you pulled your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants and glanced at your lockscreen, already knowing who the text was from.

Yongie &lt;3

M/nnnnnnnnnn please let me come over. It hurts me that you’re hurting and I can’t help. :( 

You couldn’t help but smile a little. You knew he wanted to help, but you just didn’t want him getting sick. For Christ’s sake, he was an idol. He can’t afford to get sick right now. 

M/n

Tyongie baby, I know you just want to help, but you can’t risk getting sick right now. Also, I can take care of myself. I’m a big boy after all~ （^ω^）

Sending that last bit, you’d hoped it’d make Taeyong laugh, or at least crack a small smile. You knew he was genuinely upset that he couldn’t be with you, so you wanted to assure him that you were alright. Though valiant, your efforts proved unsuccessful when all you got was a sad face for a reply.

From the counter in front of you, the clunk coming from your toaster signaling your toast was done took you by surprise, briefly having forgotten about your food. You locked your phone and put it back in your pocket, still feeling bad about how Taeyong felt. You headed back to your room after eating, hoping to forget about the ordeal by sleeping more.

...

You awoke to the sun in your eyes and the smell of chicken soup appeasing your senses. In a daze, you groggily turned to close your curtain and sleep a bit more, the clock reading only seven in the morning. Thinking that the delicious smell may have just been the lingering dream you were having, it didn’t quite click in your head what was actually happening until you heard your door click open and someone walk in. 

You were supposed to be home alone, and as far as you knew, you had been. You were panicking when you turned your body towards the door, though your fear dissolved quickly when you saw none other than Taeyong, walking into your room with a bowl or warm soup for you. When he noticed you were awake, he made eye contact with you and half smiled, happy to see you, though feeling slightly guilty about coming over when you’d told him not to. Setting your soup on your bedside table, he sat next to you on the side of your bed, facing you, and looked down at his hands.

“I.. I’m sorry. I know you told me not to come and so there’s really no excuse for me to be here but you were sick and I-” “Taeyong?” you interjected, knowing that when he rambles like this his brain is going a mile a minute and he starts thinking the worst. He looked at you with soft eyes. “It’s okay. I’m not going to get mad at you for this, alright? I was trying to put your health first, but if you really want to put mine before yours then there’s nothing I can do to stop you.” You cupped his cheek and gave him a soft smile to let him know that you really weren’t upset at him. The smile he reciprocated was almost enough to completely pull you out of this sickness.

“How’re you feeling? Do you think you’re up to eating? I made your favorite soup.” He gestured at the soup on the table beside you and gave you a look that asked if you wanted it. When you nodded, he helped you sit up. He handed you your soup and kissed you on your forehead, an action that made your stomach flutter, because you were usually the one taking care of him and giving him forehead kisses. You had to say, this side of Taeyong was cute. He was so determined to do anything and everything in his power to help you feel better, something you often saw him do with his members, though you had always been the one doing so for him.

At around five o’clock in the evening, everything (or rather, Taeyong) was winding down. He had run a hot bath for you to help you relax and put lavender scented oil in with the water, a smell he knew calmed you. He helped you get in and wash your hair, making sure to massage your scalp the way you love. You closed your eyes at the feeling of everything. The warmth of the water relaxing your tense muscles, the smell of lavender clearing your head, and Taeyong rubbing the coconut scented conditioner into your scalp, calming you all the more. It was all perfect. You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend. 

You opened your eyes to look at Taeyong, seeing him concentrated on thoroughly washing your hair. You give him a dopey smile, and he looks down at you, smiling back. “What’re you smiling at, cutie?” “You. You’re amazing, Taeyong. You’re everything I could ever ask for. I love you so much.” His cheeks blushed a crimson red and he laughed a bit at how flustered he had gotten over your words. “I love you, too, M/n. More than you know.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, then your nose. The smile didn’t leave either of your faces for the rest of your time in the bath.

After getting you dressed and seeing the time, Taeyong grabbed you the medicine he picked up at the pharmacy earlier in the day. “M/n, it’s 6:30, time to take your meds.” Looking up from your phone at your spot on your bed, you winced. “I know it’s supposed to help, but that shit tastes like goblin piss, Yongie.” He let out an incredulous laugh at your comparison, causing you to smile yourself. “I know, I know, but it really does help baby.” “I know, I just wanted to make you laugh, and I mean, it worked.” You replied, shrugging. “Could you get me some water? I don’t want this taste in my mouth for any longer than it has to be.” He nodded and sped off to your kitchen, returning with a glass of room temp water for you to wash the medicine down with.

About an hour later, you and Taeyong were curled up on your bed watching Rick and Morty on your laptop, you laying on his chest. The sight would look comical to anyone walking in at that moment, your frame was much larger than his. It wasn’t uncomfortable for either of you, so you really couldn’t care less. With Taeyong’s fingers running through your hair, massaging your scalp as he did earlier, as well as the fatigue from simply being sick, it wasn’t difficult for you to drift off into dreamland. It wasn’t long before Taeyong noticed that you’d nodded off, so he closed your laptop and leaned over to turn off the small lamp on your bedside table. He was glad that for once, he was able to take care of you for a change.

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[liticia09]

Новый опубликованный мини!

Фандом: «Гарри Поттер»

Пейринг: Драко Малфой/Гермиона Грейнджер

Рейтинг: NC-17

Метки: ООС, потеря памяти, флафф, элементы ангста, реабилитационные центры

«Le coup de foudre»

Гермиона чувствовала на себе чей-то взгляд. Он прожигал её насквозь, оголял, делал незащищённой. Грейнджер осмотрела всех присутствующих, чтобы понять, кому он принадлежал. По диагонали сидел молодой парень, который пришёл последним. Его светлые волосы выглядели небрежно, словно он запускал в них пальцы снова и снова. Чётко очерченные скулы делали его лицо более взрослым, хотя он казался её ровесником. Он расслабленно сидел на стуле, не чувствуя неловкости. Его лодыжки были скрещены, а руки засунуты в карманы брюк. Только смотрел он не на неё, а на кулон, висевший поверх её футболки. Гермиона инстинктивно вскинула руку и накрыла прохладный металл пальцами. Взгляд парня медленно поднялся, и их глаза встретились.

Это было подобно цунами, уничтожавшему всё на своём пути. Всё вокруг, казалось, замерло. Окружающий мир перестал иметь значение, звуки затихли. Серые глаза напротив прожигали её карие, и Гермиона не могла заставить себя отвести взгляд. Дышать стало сложнее. Воздух искрился. Зрачки постепенно съедали радужку. Его взгляд манил. Она готова была утонуть в его глазах. Это было иррационально — она совершенно ничего не знала о человеке напротив, но что-то толкало её к нему. Гермиона не моргала. В глазах появилась сухость, но она боялась смыкать веки — вдруг картинка рассеится.

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[vespersposts]

Wildchild [6]

Hi everyone! Hope this weekend will be a blast for each of you, I had a pretty rough week, so i need need some old good fluff to rejoice. That's why this chapter will be labeled ad NC-17, nothing too explicit, but i prefer to play safe.

As usual, thank to everyone who's reading, liking, commenting.

My box is always open, help me to improve!

Previous chapters

Catch you later!

V.

"Now it's perfect!" you say as you leave the music club piano "Let's all go and rest and tomorrow we'll do even better!" you wrap, applauding the guys who stayed until dinnertime to rehearse.

You are tired, but also happy. You walk back to the main building with the president of the music club who drops you off near the shoe cupboards, and suddenly you remember when it was Sei who walked you to your filing cabinet, and you were talking about how to plan the activities of the music club of which he was honorary president.

What a great guy you had been given the opportunity to associate with, so busy and yet always so present and kind, ready to put up with your every problem despite his worries.

You smile as you dial his number, because after such a tiring day, you felt the need of something as pleasant and caressing as his voice.

You wait for a few rings and, in the meantime, you try to move away spotting in the distance the figures of Satsuki and Daiki, accompanied by another very attractive girl whom the champion keeps close by, probably your replacement for the ice-cream party.

“One is as good as the other, as it was meant to be “ you think, returning to the phone call only when the Kyoto boy's voice reaches your ears.

He has a strange tone, if you didn't know better you'd say he's on the run, as if you've taken him by surprise.

"What are you up to Seijuro?" you ask him playfully when he asks if he can call back in a couple of minutes. 

"You practically dragged me out of the shower, I'm flooding the bathroom, actually!" he reports you, without having any idea what he's communicating to your brain. 

Diaphan skin covered in thin drops of warm water running from his shoulders to his chest, down to his abdomen to the curve of his hips and then falling from his muscular legs to his feet. Steam perfumed with his expensive cologne, the dark green marble-lined bath that so contrasts with his silky magenta hair. You can even see his locks, clinging to his temples and forehead now that it is loaded with water, you imagine your fingers slowly stroking it and then lightly ruffling it, as he rewards you with a warm smile and his eyes looking at you full of  desire. 

"Is everything alright?" the voice on the phone asks, his surprise waking you from your own daydream in a blink.

"Yes. No, I mean..I..." you stammer, your brain still too busy processing your fantasy to articulate a meaningful speech. 

"Did I say something that distracted you, darling?" you hear his voice again, taking on a different tone this time, so confidential and direct, so exciting.

"Are you smiling Sei?" you ask him. 

"Maybe, but only a little" he confides, making you laugh.

"See you in a bit, then" you interrupt the call, telling him you'll gladly wait. 

You lean your back against the lockers and grin like a fool at the mere thought that right now he might be the one having some coordination problems.

Leaving the school grounds, you decide to stretch your way to buy a ready-made meal at one of the many eateries scattered along the streets near the office complex, a block away, because if you were to start cooking, the day could only get worse.

You retrieve the tray of sashimi from the shop assistant's hands and decide to spoil yourself with a melon kakigōri, because the heat is stifling and it's a long way home. You have just tightened your lips around the straw of the slushie, when you hear your name called by an unknown voice, the same one who tells you a little later that her name is Yoshiko and that she is Aomine senpai's date for the evening.

"Alright Yoshiko, good for you" is all you manage to say, unable to hide a hint of annoyance now that he's staring at you as if he's caught you spying on him.

"Are you coming inside to say hello to Tetsu?" he asks, pointing to a nearby diner.

"I'd love to, but I'm afraid my food will get cooked!" you decline, causing him to peek at the contents of your bag under the girl's sharp gaze.

"Eat it at our table, what is the matter with you?" he asks, taking your hand which you immediately retract.

" I'm waiting for Seijuro to call " you inform him to solve the matter.

"Again?" he asks puzzled, as if you are making up an excuse to test him.

"Is he your boyfriend?" the girl interjects, immediately drawing both of your attention to herself with that careless exit.

"I don't think I'm answering to you, Yoshiko" you reply, tossing the slushy that's dripping onto your hand into the nearby bin, as if you were a five-year-old toddler.

"Have a nice evening" you conclude, turning on your heels, before your patience comes to an end.

"Hang in there until Saturday morning" you tell yourself several times, although the spell doesn't seem to work.

At the large oak kitchen table you stare at the tray of sashimi, which looks livid, just like your mood. You pass a hand over your eyes, take a sip of water and decide to throw everything in the rubbish, just as you should do with your Tokyo life.

What was going through your mind when you decided to go back to that cursed place?

What were you thinking when you promised Satsuki to make things right with that demon Aomine?

Why didn't you stay in Kyoto with him, in his beautiful house?

You squeeze your eyes shut, chase back the tears where they came from, and stare at the phone until it vibrates. 

You inhale, swallow and try to sound smiling, but as soon as you hear that voice asking how you are, the only thing you can say is that you want to get back to him.

"I miss you too" the boy on the other end of the phone admits "But when I think about seeing you off the train in a day, it feels like a necessary pain to better appreciate that moment" he concludes, making you feel instantly warm.

"Sei..." you tell him, smiling at the phone screen.

"I know, I shouldn't embarrass you with such reasoning, but then again, what should I tell you? That everything is fine when, deep down, my only concern is that you don't want to come back to me?" he confesses to you in a long sigh.

“I'd even walk back to you” you reply immediately “I'd leave now, if I didn't have that damn award ceremony!” you conclude, deciding to omit the dinner detail.

There is a brief silence, then the Kyoto boy's voice picks up the conversation.

“I'm not behaving right towards you” he admits, simply.

“Fine with me” you inform him, tracing the dark trail of the wooden table.

"It's not fair though" he replies.

"That's not the point, Sei" you contradict him, resuming after a further silence "If that's the only way I can have you, then that's fair enough" you conclude, shifting your gaze to the large window behind you.

Akashi remains silent, because you already know what he should repeat.

The arranged marriage, that girl from whom at first he couldn't wait to get away, which had slowly worked its way into his heart, like the drop that cleaves the rock. That was until he had had a chance to live with you, in his home. Seeing you constantly among his things, discovering day after day your every habit, being able to move easily among your thoughts until he was emotionally naked before your eyes meant everything to him, everything he had always wanted in a relationship.

A dizzying intimacy that had been born like the flowers in his garden, at first with uncertain steps and many misunderstandings: buds that feared frost but which, nourished by the warm sun and some special attention, had blossomed without fear or shame, revealing their absolute beauty. A hunger for contact that the other girl did not even seem to grasp, but which was nevertheless not reason enough for him to give himself the privilege of choosing for himself, because she was his father's only option.

"I don't want you to feel you have to choose if you're not ready to" you tell him with a sigh "What I feel is up to you, but it mainly belongs to me, always remember that. My situation is not the result of loneliness or fear, it's my decision. I have chosen what I am experiencing and I cannot impose anything on you, or blame you for anything' you conclude, leaving your interlocutor to his thoughts again.

" Ironically I'd be better off if you treated me with resentment, I'd understand if you never wanted to deal with me again, I'd feel I was partly paying for my faults. I don't know how to express it better than that. My attitude is unspeakable, I myself find it unfair, but I can't do any better for now, forgive me" he replies slowly, as if he is searching for a meaning to his thoughts. 

"I'm not like that" you smile "I can't even be like that with those who deserve it, let alone with you. When we'll get the answers we're looking for, we'll talk about it" you conclude, lowering your gaze.

"Have you met him yet?" he asks you to change the subject.

"Yes, today we had rehearsals for the ceremony. He is always the same, like Momoi after all. I also spoke with senpai Wakamatsu, it's been years since I've seen him" you inform him with the same enthusiasm with which you read the shopping list.

"Captain Wakamatsu, the hero who saved your future!" comments the other, snatching you a smile.

"The one who saved my future was you, Seijuro. You and the surgeon who allowed me to get my hand back" you specify, remembering how that luminary's visit to a high school infirmary had made headlines.

"I did what I thought was right, but you need to learn to be a little more obnoxious; hearing you say such things without being near you is quite torturing!" he tells you, suddenly uncomfortable now that the usual diligent butler announces the arrival of dinner.

"Saturday" you reply to him, once you recover his attention "Make sure you get the day off and I'll pay all my debts, I promise" you close the call, then remaining a few minutes with your head in your hands staring into space.

You get out of the shower, slip into your nightgown and place your Too Academy uniform on your desk chair, preparing all the accessories you will need for tomorrow's event, all to avoid thinking about that note you now twirl between your fingers.

You shake your head and slip it into the first drawer you find, out of your sight.

You open the window, knowing that looking to the left, on a clear day like that, you can easily see the outline of his house, surrounded by the lovely garden in which Natsume works on her translations throughout the fine season. A spontaneous garden of lavender and flowering plants added over the years, that attracts insects and butterflies, so different from that living work of art you get to see in Kyoto.

You feel your shoulders tugging, your head heavy, but you know that if you got into bed you wouldn't be able to fall asleep. You sit on the edge of the bed, pick up the phone to set the alarm and it vibrates, alerting you to the arrival of a message that you think is from Momoi, but is actually from Tetsu.

-Speaking of today, there’s one thing I can't understand: why do you pretend to be indifferent to Aomine-kun if you then pull out all the stops to make him chase you? I don't find that fair, unless Satsuki is right. You should think about it - he writes, wishing you goodnight.

Typical Tetsu, saying the worst things with disarming simplicity.

This time, however, you can't blame him, and that's what makes you most nervous.

What should you reply to Tetsu? 

That you are disappointed?

That you tied some of the most important memories for you, to a person who turned out to be a lost cause? 

You ran away, you turned your back on him but only because you had no resources for yourself either.

Unlike him, you are the one who has always tried again, against all your interests, allowing him everything, every time, as if each time you wanted to believe you could start over with a one who, having achieved his goal, had built a wall of silence between you. He forced you each time to fear seeing each other, because each time he will fight and defeat you in his stupid routine of punishing you for preferring Seijuro to him.

You are so angry because you waste a lot of time thinking about him, especially now that you are ready to move on.  

You think back to when it all started, when you were just two kids in the last year of middle school, caught up in your ridiculous problems. Yours was named Hitoshi Abe, captain of the aikido team who had specifically asked to have you as guest during his performance at the summer festival, a performance that would be followed by a tour of the fair, where you would meet up with the boys. You remember your and Momoi's excitement when the rumour spread, later proved false, that he would try to kiss you on the path between the dojo and the stalls. 

You had tried to find out, with questionable discretion, if any of the boys on the basketball team had any good advice for you, but apart from a few hilarious misunderstandings, your investigation had led to nothing good, until Kise passed that information on to you, picked up among the chatter of his female admirers who often reported gossip about his teammates only to succeed in approaching him.

"Easy peasy!" you told yourself, ready to complete your mission that very evening.

Coming home with Daiki at that time was standard, and a part of you was genuinely grateful that he was the one who had to give you directions, as he would get straight to the point, after the obvious remonstrances about your absurd crush on that freak Hitoshi Abe. Sitting on the wooden porch with a ice lolly in your hand, you greet your grandmother who is retiring for the night and ,as soon as her footsteps drift away, you ask him your awkward question which is returned to sender with jaded air.

"Dai-chan please, you're the only one who knows how to do it, I've already asked everyone" you beg him approaching.

"Did you really go to Midorima and ask him to teach you how to make out? What a brave girl!" he teases you, breaking off a piece of ice before extending a mischievous glance at you "And Akashi? What did your precious Seijuro tell you?" he asks, erasing the distance between you.

"I didn't ask him" you admit, swinging your legs "But... If you were a good friend Dai-chan..." you resume, getting yet another bored look.

"I don't have a clue how to kiss a girl, I've never done it!" he confesses to you suddenly "All this fuss over that idiot Hitoshi Abe" he grumbles, throwing the popsicle stick into the dark garden.

Now you are the one looking at him, but with tenderness, because in his own way he is trying to protect you. He takes the popsicle from your hands, which he finishes in two bites, ready to get rid of that stick too, so he can go home and interrupt that uncomfortable conversation.

"What is it again?" he asks you, being disturbed by your fingers holding his hand and letting the stick fall to the ground. 

"I care about you too Daiki" you tell him, handing him back so he can be free to leave. You hear him inhale, see him get up, so you follow a few steps away in his shadow to the porch door, where he waits motionless to give you way to the front door. You slide in front of him, drowning the silence in a chant of banality that is only interrupted when a large, warm hand rests on the back of your neck, calling for your attention. You feel his fingers descend between your shoulder blades and stop just above your lumbar curve to pull you gently towards him, his body bending forward just enough for his forehead to make contact with yours. You hear him breathe quietly, as he caresses your temple with his free hand, waiting for you to open your eyes.

You seek his gaze, smile and rely on him completely, rising up on your tiptoes to erase the distance and prevent any means of flight. His lips touch yours for a brief, nervous, strange moment, which you invite him to repeat soon after, using the collar of his shirt as a means of communication, pleasantly surprising him. You slide your hands to the sides of his face, he lets you bring him close again and then you return the contact, stopping a little longer on his lips that still taste of aniseed, turning your face to allow him to deepen the kiss. You feel your body go up in flames as his tongue explores your mouth, his long-fingered hands caress your neck and from there, travel to your shoulders and breasts, gradually making their pressure more definite. Your breath breaks on his lips, as he closes you completely against him and you feel his abdomen pressed against yours, his warm breath leaving your face to take the same direction of his hands.

If it hadn't been for a noise on the stairs that had alerted you to your grandmother's arrival, you probably would have stayed smooching all night, too wrapped up in each other to even take a step.

To this day you remember nothing more of that evening, but what you do remember is still enough to upset you. You leave your mobile phone on the bedside table, lean your head against the pillow and tell yourself that there is only one day left.

#knb x reader #aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine x you #akashi seijuro #akashi x reader #akashi x you #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko no basket #knb #knb fluff #knb nc-17 #vesperfairytales #vesperdreams #vesperwrites

[targaryenluvs]

OUR LITTLE DOVE

pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray

summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you aren’t.

warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal

word count: 3.0k

a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark 😭 someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!

he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.

you’d complained to lucy numerous times that you didn’t feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing he’d be there, in the crowd. “sweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldn’t be here without him. you love me don’t you? so you need to learn to love him too, he’s a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.” she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.

you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing you’d managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadn’t forgotten about you, nor lucy.

you’d left to get a drink and you’d came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.

Everyone's born as clean as a whistle

As fresh as a daisy

And not a bit crazy

Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing

she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.

As rough as a briar

Like walking through fire

This world, it's dark

This world, it's scary

lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?

I've taken some hits, so

No wonder I'm wary It's why

I need you

so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. you’d hoped you wouldn’t miss a smile headed your way.

You're as pure as the driven snow

your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. you’d always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.

your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.

hope could only get you so far.

your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldn’t? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but you’d always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasn’t the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.

what on earth could you provide her with?

“y/n?” it sure as hell wasn’t lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanus’s reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!

your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. “what do you want? you wanna gloat?” coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? “why would i gloat?” you looked up at him annoyed, “rub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.” coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.

“sweetheart.” vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. “fuck off.”

you didn’t see him coming. and you certainly didn’t expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. “you of all people don’t get to talk to me like that. do you know who you’re talking to?” you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldn’t handle an insult. wuss.

“what the hell is your- ow! problem!” you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. “you need to learn how to respect your superiors. if you’re nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesn’t it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.”

but he didn’t want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who he’d been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but he’d teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. you’d learn your place, by his side and lucy’s, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl he’d heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?

his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where he’d grabbed you. “shh, let me help you.” your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, “good girl.” he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.

“sweetie?” lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.

was this your chance?

you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking you’d bolted.

but you sure as hell weren’t getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.

your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she could’ve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.

even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?

“if you stop running now we won’t be mad little dove!” lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. “she’s right, we love you, we won’t hurt you. unless we have to, don’t give us our reasons.”

“shut up!” you screamed. god, i know we haven’t talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe he’d listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you should’ve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you would’ve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.

you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.

crack.

you’d been found. you fucked up.

“our little dove, ever the sprinter.”

his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucy’s cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. “you should’ve listened before, we would’ve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you can’t sit and think for a second can you?” coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, “that’s okay, you won’t be doing much thinking from now on. we’ll be taking care of you, since you obviously can’t take care a’ yourself baby.” lucy’s voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.

the prick in the side of your neck wasn’t painful, but their words were. “you’re with us now, we’ll take care of you, we promise.” and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.

you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way they’d keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucy’s voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.

“it’s a bit early for katniss, even if it’s one of her favourites.”

“she should eat something better.”

“better? don’t go all capitol on me now corio.”

he was smiling, you could tell.

“never lucy gray. but she’ll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.”

you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.

“alright, you go grab it and i’ll stay here.”

“why? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time it’s me.”

“now who was her partner first? oh that’s right, me. you’re acting as if i’m gonna pick her up and run away. if you’re that scared than we’ll both go. take her with us.”

coriolanus’s head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. “gosh, doesn’t she look pretty?” lucy asked, knowing the answer already. “so calm, i liked her better when she was crying.” lucy hit him, “coriolanus snow!” he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.

“little dove.” your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. “we need to get some supplies okay?” you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets she’d left out earlier on to dry. coriolanus’s hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, “i told you i’d make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when we’re in town i will never let you forget it. you’ll know who you belong to every single day. maybe i’ll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?”

you shook your head violently as you began to cry, “you don’t want that? didn’t think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. they’ll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucy’s too nice, but don’t think for a second she’ll save you from me. you’re mine and if you try anything.” he leaned in to whisper, “i’ll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.” his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but don’t you know? coriolanus snow doesn’t need a reason to do bad things.

coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then you’d need lucy’s attention and help. so you nodded. “words sweetheart.” you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.

“yes, i’ll do what you say.” he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.

“y’all ready to go?” lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, “yes, yes we are.” he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadn’t realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasn’t hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.

his, his, his.

with how obedient you were, he figured you’d do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.

lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanus’s hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucy’s humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.

your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanus’s missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.

don’t you remember? you’d do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.

not with her in the way.

you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. she’d put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.

here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.

obsessed? madly in love? you couldn’t think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how she’d practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. she’d survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.

“don’t forget what i said. don’t forget what you agreed to. you said you’d do as i say, i’m telling you to get up and follow me. we’re leaving district 12.” your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, “i’m going back, and you’re coming with me. don’t ask questions, just do as i say.”

and you did.

when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege he’d granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.

when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.

through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.

through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.

when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.

when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didn’t take you anyways, you did.

you had no idea why at this point.

for your family? who hadn’t reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.

for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didn’t make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.

you didn’t know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didn’t recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.

and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldn’t help but feel pity for baby number four.

maybe you’d grow up and find love.

maybe i’ll be able to take you all away from him.

maybe we’ll heal.

you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldn’t shut up.

you’ll always be his little dove.

#dark!coriolanus snow x reader #dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader #lucy gray x coriolanus #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x reader #dark!lucy gray x reader #dark!lucy gray baird x reader #hunger games x reader

[nc-vb]

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝

it is said that distance makes the heart grow fonder. instead, it only proves to make the water levels rise a few millimeters.

pairing -> neuvillette x gn!reader

warnings -> sfw, sad neuvi & reader, smooching

notes -> reader's position is a non-canon one

character mentions -> lady furina, fontaine npcs, non-canon melusine characters

wc -> 2.1k

It wasn’t so often that the paths of you and your lover could so seamlessly cross.

As one might assume, governing a nation is not a walk in the park, nor is it a part-time position. It is a twenty-four-seven, midnight-to-midnight, no-matter-how-small-the-crisis job that someone has to take responsibility for— with Monsieur Neuvillette, the Chief Justice, leading the charge of each court proceeding and Lady Furina as its grandest witness, and you, the Maison Ordalie's Directeur Général, helping them to uphold Fontaine’s values and protecting its honour from outside the marbled walls of the Opera Epiclese, Fontaine is a tightly-run ship that seldom allows for its men to enjoy much free time.

Though when it did, finally exiting the realm of your job responsibilities only then meant having to catch up on your neglected home responsibilities— tackling the towers of only partially rinsed dishes; taking out the trash you just knew would be stinking up your foyer since you’d put it there three days ago (which had been the last time you’d even been inside your home); rewashing the load of laundry you’d run out of time to hang up to dry and now was, most likely, moulding from being left in basket, still damp. Ah, and there’s probably so much more you’d been forgetting about.

This cyclic routine of yours had become nauseating a long time ago, only proving capable of transfiguring your already sour mood into something brazenly foul. Typically, there were very few things to exist that could improve it again, but the soft, muffled knocking on your front door by one of your sweet Melusine neighbours when she realized you’d finally returned home, fortunately, is one of those few things.

More often than not, she would bake once the weekend began, knowing you to be around at least long enough to be able to consume perhaps one of her newly learned confections. Somedays, you’d even been lucky enough to sit and enjoy them together whilst enjoying the views from under your shared garden’s gazebo. Being that you lived on the first floor of a three-floored pied-à-terre with three other Melusine living above you, who had also been found lucky to have much more manageable lifestyles, they often cared for the plants of the garden when you could not.

Even luckier for you, though, was having such kind neighbours that would go out of their way to take care of those aforementioned chores for you. Garden tended; garbage bags mysteriously vanished from the inside stoop; dishes sparkling clean and put away in their respective cupboards; laundry thought a lost cause having been hung up, dried, and folded, awaiting your return for them to be returned to their drawers— none of this had been you. Elsie, your second floor neighbour, had been the culprit, you learn, having rounded up her sisters Elie and Eloie two days prior to your return to surprise you.

“Have you seen Monsieur Neuvillette lately?” Elsie inquires, looking up to you from her place on your stoop. When you step aside to let her in, she shakes her head, lavender-coloured ears whipping about. “I won’t be staying. I only came to say hello and to give these to you.”

“Oh, I see,” you say, accepting the circular tin she raises toward you. Cracking it open a few inches, you smile at the soft treats. “Madeleines! Thank you, Elzie. And, to answer your question, no… I haven’t seen him lately… not even for work.”

“You’re quite welcome. Please find time to share them with the Monsieur today, then. Sedene mentioned he looked restless this morning.”

Without missing a beat, your heart skips one of its own, and your expression twists habitually guiltily. You know full well your absence from him, and vice versa, isn’t to be helped, and that the two of you have had this same conversation many times over. But it never proves to help whenever someone else points out either of your miseries.

You’d always thought the Palais Mermonia to be particularly cold, in company’s sense. It never mattered that it was always full of people, of employees, and even of Lady Furina’s raucous, nails-on-a-chalkboard cackle of a laugh, because you knew its Chief Justice much too well. In spite of his assurances that he would be alright, mind occupied by having to organize new cases and sort out the old ones, it wouldn’t be too long of a time later that you found the skies overcast, and yourself drenched by a sudden downpour.

You supposed, after saying your farewells to Elsie, locking your front door, and making your way to the other end of the Court of Fontaine, that today would be no different. Of course, you remembered to carry your parasol on you this time, accompanied by the tin of fresh-baked madeleines you promised Elsie to eat up. Today, the sky was shining blue, quite literally only minutes ago. So, either something sad or distressing has crossed his path, or, he’d been feeling sentimental again, because it’s raining again.

At the very least, you hope the cause for it to be the latter. This way, it can easily be remedied by you appearing before him, rather than him being consumed by the details of a case so heavily, and for an unspecified period of time. And there have been too many of these as of late that compared to last year’s weather, one might consider the possibility of that prophecy coming true just a little sooner.

Clutching the cookies tighter to you and keeping a firm grip on the handle of your parasol, you hasten across the bridge of the Court Region Waterway untoward the Palais Mermonia, greeting Bruneau and Liath and Plessia as you pass. The main doors are heavy, but even with your arms full, you manage to pry one of them open enough to enter the building.

You don’t both to carry your umbrella with you — it would just be yet another mess the building’s staff would have to trail after you for to clean — and instead shove it into the corner to let it drip there, telling the one guard that you would return for it, and them saluting you in acknowledgement.

Inside the Palais Mermonia has always been a plethora of people, staff and guards and visitors alike, but it is as you’d said— there’s a certain degree of emptiness to it that unsettles you whenever you visit here. Perhaps the grave amount of case files that sat in the archives surrounding Monsieur Neuvillette’s office cast such a dreary spell over the place; having been the one to compile many of them, yourself, for his records, you know firsthand just how dark some of their contents had been— to have to pass those off and share them with your lover had been your major grievance for your position. There’d been nothing you hated more than sitting in during his readings and seeing his expression change from the joy of having you appear to him, to the rage and sorrow of taking in the details of a new case. In those moments, you made sure to hold him a little tighter, a little closer, and speak just a little sweeter to him, a little softer.

The rain would, eventually, subside.

You push open the door to his office as gently as possible, and shut it just as carefully so as not to startle him. Without looking first to confirm, you know that he sits at his desk, pouring over the day’s files and records while it pours outside. His stoicism masked the obvious, though at least, this had been to you only— something was weighing heavily enough on his mind that it’d begun to affect the weather outside. Spending enough time with the man made this easy to tell.

“Neuvillette,” you softly call to him when he’d yet to look up. He jerks slightly in his seat, stiff shoulders losing their tension upon recognizing your voice, and the corner of his lips rise before his eyes can even meet yours.

“My love.”

If having you appear in a room filled with such disheartening unkindness is his relief, yours had always been the advent of a smile on Neuvillette’s face. A rare glimpse of the peace you often find yourself daydreaming over while away, the rush of pure joy you feel at the sight of your lover relishing your presence is nearly akin to the blessing of the gods— you only embrace him tightly enough and hope this feeling reaches him.

Nose pressed into the side of your head, hands and arms cradling you almost impossibly close to him, he breathes you in as deeply as physically possible— yes, his gesture promises.

You raise your chin from his chest and peer up at him, grin lazed and tired but pleased all the same.

“You were finally released from your duties?”

“If it were easy to delegate them to my juniors, it might’ve taken less time to escape,” you muse, hands sliding down his robes to claim his hands in yours— he squeezes them gently, grateful. “No one seems to know how to write a proper report anymore; I feel like I’m grading homework.” Neuvillette laments at the sudden shift in your expression, its complete opposite serving to dim the light in your eyes. By the way your grip tightens beneath his fingers, he supposes it must have little to do with your subordinates, after all.

“It’s… been raining for so long now,” you mumble into him, cookie tin forgotten atop his desk. “I tried to hurry to you, I-I…”

Neuvillette’s hand shifts along one of yours, quick to fit thin, nimble fingers in between your trembling ones. He lifts it, and presses your palm and fingertips into the smooth, porcelain coolness of his cheek— few words are found necessary, you’d both once agreed, as he’d always been a man of sterling gestures over forced sentimentality. In each glance, each touch, each curve of his lips upward, his vehemence never went unnoticed; it’d simply been his brand of love— demure and chaste, but abundant. There’d been no questioning his intention.

“I would sooner give up my position if it meant I could stay at your side at all times, if it meant you wouldn’t cry so much. If it meant you wouldn’t suffer alone.” Neuvillette sighs, a would-be defeated sound if not for remembering who he was standing with. “I… feel useless on days like these when I’m not with you.”

“Justice cannot relent so long as villainy works around the clock. It is our sworn duty to see such justice prevail, after all.” Neuvillette swipes a thumb over your lip, and subconsciously, you lean into his palm almost delightedly. “And you have done so beautifully, and without malice. Every word written in those reports from your juniors, while, written juvenilely, speak of your fairness. Your impartiality. Your ability to see both the truth and the good in all.” He turns his hand, pressing his lips into your palm. “It is admirable. It is my pride for you. It is why, as much as I wish you could stay at my side, as you said, I hope you can see the value and honour you bring in helping to protect Fontaine. I can’t imagine many else doing so well as you do.”

You raise your free hand back up to his chest, and push. A fraction of a single second is spent wide-eyed and confused until Neuvillette’s legs hit one of the many couches within the four walls of his office, and he is forced off-balanced into its plush. Your other hand gone unrelinquished, you fall with him, knees parted to either side of his and dipped deep into the cushion; Neuvillette’s breath hitches unnoticeably, yet at your sudden embolden proximity, his pale cheeks burn with vermillion.

“I’m supposed to be comforting you, you know,” your murmur.

A kiss to his temple, to the swell atop his cheek, to the button of his nose, and to the cleft of his lip— you lower yourself into his lap, parted lips dropping to slot between his and hands rising to thread into his strands of falling starlight, pulling him ever closer into you. It’s not enough, simply consuming him. You only wish to drown his sorrows, by whatever means necessary and however possible. If this means only having mere moments to appear before him, to deliver him sweets and treats of various kinds — not including yourself, of course — and holding him as tenderly as you do now for what seconds you must have left before having to leave again—

Tongue posed at his lower lip, your gaze is brought to the side and through the glass of the window. The rain. It stopped.

“And I can promise… you’re doing a fine job of it, my love.”

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Smoking 🍃 with vinnie smut cause he’s so pookie bear (make it rough too please 💀💀)

❝FMB❞ - vinnie hacker x reader

─⋆♡ an: based on this ask. FMB means f⋆ck me back. hopefully it's rough enough. this is my first smut post so i didn't want to make it too too rough, just fyi. unedited so ignore any mistakes. i hope yall enjoy. ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

─⋆♡ summary: you and vinnie have a complex relationship. it all comes to a head when you become bold enough to confront him post-blunt.

─⋆♡ warnings: overstimulation, softdom!vinnie, smut, fluff towards the end, tiny bit of angst, 18+ black!writer, language, alcohol, drugs, D!NC, physical descriptors (brief), choking, spitting, slight exhibitionism if you squint, claiming, rough smut, squirting, anal play, unprotected sex (i do not condone irl, wrap before you tap).

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The loud bass of music floats in the background as I tap through Snapchat stories on my phone. The couch next to me dips and when I turn, I see Vinnie has joined me.

He doesn’t speak to me before pulling out a blunt and sparking it. As is, me and Vinnie’s relationship was complicated. We started off as friends, then smoke buddies. But the more we smoked together, the more we felt for each other. Or at least, I fell for him.

We had kissed and made out, but we’ve never had sex. After a few dates, I was becoming restless. The frustration of his mixed signals got the best of me. Now in the darkness of the crowded room, I’ve become bold enough to confront him.

I watch him as he inhales and exhales the smoke like a chimney. He seemingly notices my intense stare and stops. “Did you need something?” he asks with an attitude.

You can practically feel steam whistling out of your ears from how fuming your brain is right now. “Yeah actually. Give that to me,” I snap, pointing at his blunt.

He shrugs, ashing the blunt on the coffee table. “Okay,” he concedes, passing me the joint.

Letting the smoke dance in my lungs, I choke it out slowly. Now that the weed is hitting, I decide now is the time. “Vinnie, are you still interested in me?” I ask him abruptly.

He chuckles and takes the blunt from me. “Oh, baby. Of course I fucking am. Why would you even ask me that?” he shoots back with an eyebrow raised.

Frowning, I pick at my cuticles out of nervousness. “Because we go on dates, we kiss, but we’ve never had sex. I just don’t know what you want any more,” I confess, standing from the couch in a huff. 

Of course, I want to take things further. But I’m not sure if he wants me anymore when he barely touches me.

He stops me from moving any further, tugging my hand. I grudgingly turn around, looking down at him. “Because, doll. We haven’t had the sex talk yet,” he discloses, rubbing his free hand up and down my thigh.

I roll my eyes and scoff, snatching the blunt out of his hands to take a hit. He places his hands on my hips, watching me intensely. “What do you mean by ‘sex talk’? I’m not 5,” I ask after blowing out a toke.

He stands until he’s staggering high towers over me. “I mean…” he pushes lightly, backing me into the wall so I’m trapped between his body and the drywall. “I want to know what you like, what you don’t like, and what you’ll beg for before I feel you cumming on my cock,” he whispers in my ear, licking a stripe up my neck afterward. 

My head tips back in a moan, which makes him as hard as a rock. “Fuck, baby. Do you see what you do to me? I want nothing more than to make you feel good, in the best way that I can, for the rest of my life.” he presses his body into mine, slowly kissing up my neck.

One of the partiers comes up behind Vinnie and taps him on the shoulder. He ignores them, waving them off with the rest of the blunt. His hand moves to the inside of my thigh and he rubs me so close that I know he can feel the inside of my legs shake. “Should I take care of you right here?” he bites my neck, and I whimper, pulling his hair.

Vinnie pulls back from me, piercing a hole into my eyes. “Please?” I beg, gnawing on my lip.

He uses the other hand and wraps it around my throat, effectively restricting my breathing. He tilts my head to the side. “Do you think you deserve it?” he whispers against my lips with his eyebrow raised. 

Struggling, I lightly nod my head in his firm grip. “Yes, Vinnie,” I squeak out, and he gives me one last squeeze on the throat before grabbing my wrist and yanking me through the crowd.

Bodies brush past me as Vinnie drags me up the steps to his room. “Wait, where are we going?” I ask, confused. He just asked if I needed to be taken care of right there and then... I did say yes.

“You think I’m gonna let everyone watch me fuck you?” he scoffs.

Once we got the sex talk out of the way, Vinnie makes quick work to get me undressed. I moan into the darkness of the room as Vinnie leaves love bites down my neck, only breaking the contact to lift my tank top over my head. He pauses his movements to take in the black lacy bralette I'm wearing. “Fuck, baby. You don’t know what you do to me,” he groans, then smashes his lips back onto mine. 

He slams me against his closed bedroom door before slowly dropping down onto his knees. Watching him sink to the ground has an involuntary giggle leaving my lips. “Vinnie, I didn’t think you were going to actually-” he cuts me off, spinning me around so my ass is facing him.

Suddenly, an echoing smack verberates off the walls and my ass cheeks are on fire. Yelping, I sink my teeth into my bottom lips, trying to muffle the noise I’m making.

He slowly inches his hands up my legs until my skirt is fully pushed up to my stomach. His fingers meet my panties, and he runs my fingers over them, seemingly savoring every last moment. “Did you wear these for me, sunshine?” He hooks one finger under one side, pulling it back and making the elastic snap around my hips.

I reach out to support myself on anything to keep my knees from buckling. “No,” I joke, and he bends my knees a bit.

He rubs calming circles into the back of my thighs with his thumbs. “Don’t need you collapsing on my baby,” he informs me.

Taking both sides in his hands, he rips the fabric in half and shreds it off my body like paper. “Shame. I would’ve let you keep them.” 

Gasping, I look down and watch them fall to the ground. He palms my ass, spreading my cheeks further apart. “Bend over just a little bit more, baby,” he instruct, kissing my ass on both sides. 

Slowly shifting in his grasp, I whine as I bend over. I’m desperate for him, all over me. Filling every hole over and over again until I’m screaming for help.

He hovers his mouth over my pussy. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he praises me, running his pointer finger up and down my folds to collect my wetness.

“Let me tell you something, sunshine,” he grumbles, rubbing his fingers in circles on my puffy, swollen nub. “There's absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Do you understand?” he looks up at me, awaiting my response.

Unable to focus, I just nod my head.

“You have to use your words, baby.” he instantly retracts his fingers from my clit bringing them into his mouth. With a pop, he pulls them out, moaning at the taste of my arousal.

I groan, throwing my head back in frustration. “Yes, I know. Just please take care of me, Vinnie,” I practically beg for the second time tonight.

He returns his fingers to my pussy, slowly rubbing around my entrance. “If you asked me to shoot myself, I would,” he growls, slowly sinking his fingers into me. Curling them downwards on every thrust, his fingers search for that spongy spot. He pulls out and thrusts into me again, and my breath quickens. “If you asked me to slit my wrists, I would.” Quickening his pace, my moans echo through the large bedroom. “You gotta stay quiet, baby. I wanna be the only one to hear those pretty moans.” 

He uses his free hand, bringing it up to my clit, rubbing fast circles on my sensitive bud. His fingers are thrusting into me at such an intense rate that I feel the world collapsing beneath me. My pussy contracts around his fingers and he groans deeply, sending a shiver up my spine. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, sunshine,” he commands, hitting my sweet spot. 

I mewl, obeying his commands, and begin rocking back into him. My orgasm starts approaching rapidly, his fingers drive into me at an unrelenting pace. When my walls flutter, he instantly slows his pace. “Not yet, baby. You can’t cum until you’re quiet.”  

Crying again, I bring my hand up to muffle the sound successfully. He applies more pressure on the quick circles he’s drawing on my clit. I arch my back again until I’m moving with his fingers just as he requested. I moan loudly, the coil in my stomach about to snap. 

He blows a quick shot of air onto my exposed clit, the chill making the coil snap. My vision turns white as I quietly moan out, "Fuck, Vinn.”

“That’s it, sunshine. Cum for me, let go,” he murmurs underneath me, and I can feel the lust dripping off his tongue as my orgasm rocks through me. The pace of his fingers doesn’t slow as he works me through my orgasm, and I hear my nails scratch against the drywall. My legs quake and my back arches slightly, my mouth opening in a silent moan. 

He slows his thrusting and pulls out of me, rising to his feet. He turns me around to face him, his eyes taking in the fucked out expression on my face. “You wanna know how good you taste, baby?” Grabbing my chin, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip.

I close my eyes, trying to catch my breath and lean back into the wall. “Yes,” I whisper, and as soon as the words leave my lips, his fingers sink into my mouth. Deciding to tease him, I swirl my tongue around his digits, imagining my tongue on his cock. His fingers push back further into my throat until I gag a little, then he pulls them out. Fucking hope he’s impressed that I can take them that far without coughing.

Without another thought, I smash my lips against his, savoring the taste of my orgasm on his tongue. “God, you taste so fucking good. I could eat you forever,” he growls, moving my body back onto the bed.

He crawls on top of me and his bulge is pressed into me once again. “Vinnie, please. I need you.” I whimper into his mouth as my shaky fingers move to slowly unbutton his shirt. 

But he grabs my wrists, stopping me. “I got it, sunshine,” he laughs, then makes quick work to remove his shirt. 

I shamelessly watch as he slowly strips out of his pants and his boxers. Even though I’ve seen him naked in front of me before, he’s never fully been hard. His dick is beautiful. His swollen head is already dripping with precum, making him look good enough to deep throat. 

Vinnie slowly climbs back onto the bed and my eyes widen, realizing what’s about to happen. My breathing quickens in anticipation as he comes down to kiss me hard and deep. 

I moan into him, but my hands move to his chest to push him back as I look down, suddenly scared. “It’s too big, I don’t think it’ll fit,” I insist, crawling away from him.

He grabs my ankles, pulling me back down. “We’re gonna make it fit, baby,” he retorts, his eyes dark. 

The tip of his dick moves back and forth in between my folds, collecting wetness. I whimper, squeezing his shoulders. 

“Hey, sunshine. Look at me.” He grabs my chin until I make eye contact with him. “We can stop if you want to stop. I won't go any further,” he reassures, resting his forehead on mine.

I immediately shake my head, inhaling a sharp breath. “No, I want this–I want you. Just be careful, please.” I pull him into me for a heated kiss and tug his hair, making him groan and deepen the kiss. 

Finally, he pulls back and lines himself up near my entrance, spitting and letting the dribble collect on his base. “This is gonna hurt, so just relax for me, baby.” My legs are pushed open a little wider. 

I nod, trying to calm myself, and he laces his fingers in mine before he moves. The tip of his shaft pushes in, and I gasp at the stretch. “Shit, Vinnie,” I cry out, squeezing his hands until my knuckles turn white. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes, the burn from his girth sends fire into my core. 

Immediately, he stops moving, looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop,” he groans out. 

I bite my lip, shaking my head no. 

He kisses the corner of my eyes and whispers, “Okay, just relax for me, sunshine. I’ll try to make this quick.” He continues to sink slowly into me, bottoming out, and I wince again. To allow me to adjust to his length, he pauses his movements. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he breathes, bending down to kiss my neck. And then, he slowly starts rocking into me and the burn is replaced with a familiar warmth. 

“Oh, god. Vinnie,” I moan, releasing his hands to claw at his back for support. 

He’s hitting the perfect spot already, and he just got inside me. He continues to slowly push in and out of me, allowing me to savor the feeling of him inside me. I moan, biting on his shoulder. 

“More.” My legs are already shaking. “Give me more,” I demand, kissing up to his ear.

Pulling back, he looks at me. “Are you sure?” His hand strokes my curls.

I pull him down into a kiss, allowing my tongue to explore his mouth once more. “Yes, please. Use me, fuck me,” I beg, squirming underneath him.

Vinnie fists the sheets below my head and adjusts his position. I brace myself. “The safe word is ‘moon’, Sunshine. Use it if you need it.” He kisses my neck once more and begins driving into me at a steady, even rate. The tip of his length kisses my g-spot with each stroke. “Fuccckkkk,” he growls into my ear, and I feel myself squeezing him when the words hit my eardrums. 

“Vinnie,” I moan. 

The only sound outside of our pants and moans is the sound of his skin slapping against mine as he fucks me. He wraps his tattooed hand around my throat, leaning in for a kiss. And as if I wasn't already in heaven, he brings his fingers down to rub quick circles on my clit. 

“I’m gonna cum, doll. But I need to feel you squeezing me before I do,” he commands, and I cry as I arch into him. 

He pounds into me steadily, rocking my body into the bed. Each stroke pushes me closer and closer over the edge until I feel myself contracting around him. 

“Cum with me, sunshine,” he whispers against my lips, and it sends me over the edge. 

Arching my back and screaming, I claw at his back and bite his shoulder as my orgasm hits me like a train. Just when I thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he lifts my hips slightly. 

“Where do you want me to cum, love?” His dick kisses my cervix, and I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow. But I can’t bring myself to give a shit right now. 

He twitches inside me, and I lick a stripe up his neck. “Cum in me, Vinnie,” I whimper, and he growls into my neck. 

His seed spills inside me, his strokes becoming uneven. I moan at the feeling, and squeeze around him, milking out every drop of his cum as he paints my walls. It fills me up and I’ve never felt better after sex. 

He stills inside me, kissing me breathlessly, and takes a few moments to catch his breath. Before he pulls out, I wrap my arms around him, causing him to bury further inside me. “Stay,” I plead, tears threatening to spill over in my eyes.

He softly strokes my hair, wrapping his arm around me and slowly flipping us over so I’m on top. “Okay, sunshine. I got you. Fuck, that was the fastest I’ve ever cum before in my life,” 

Like I requested, he doesn’t pull out. Just pulls me closer into his body until I’m melting into the beautiful tattoos on his chest. His fingers begin tracing light patterns across my back. 

I sniffle, looking up at him with a small smile on my face, and he looks at me. “You okay, sunshine?” he asks, and I shift on his length a little bit. 

Sitting up to put my hands on his chest, I feel his dick twitching and growing inside me. “Yeah. Let's go again,” I giggle, bending down to kiss him. It surprises me how he’s already ready for round two, but I don’t complain. 

He groans into my mouth, wrapping his decorated arms around my waist. Slowly, I lift myself until I feel his tip threatening to slip out. I slide back down onto him, filling myself completely and moaning at the change of position. 

His hands tighten around my waist, helping me swirl my hips around. “I want you to know you’re mine, sunshine,” he groans, reaching up to play with my nipples as I moan at the feeling of him stretching me from this angle. 

I pick up my pace, bouncing on his dick until he’s hitting my perfect spot over and over again. My legs shake, and I feel my third orgasm approaching rapidly. My hand moves to his neck, squeezing it hard. I feel so fucking powerful, making myself cum with his length. 

Vinnie looks up at me with amazement in his eyes and slides his thumb in between us to apply pressure on my clit. I throw my head back and moan, still choking him. “God. You look so pretty when you moan.” 

The pace of his thumb quickens, and I topple over the edge, crashing into my third orgasm with a loud cry. I release my hand on his neck, falling forward. Vinnie removes his hand from my clit to catch me and keep from coming down on his body. He allows me to rest on his chest as he starts to fuck up into me, elongating my orgasm. 

“Vinnie,” I choke out, and my voice bounces off his walls. 

He picks up his pace, driving into me from below. “That’s it, doll. Scream my name. Let the world know who fucking owns you.” 

He pounds my body into his, and I grip his shoulders when I feel a tingling sensation on my clit. Wetness suddenly shoots out from between my legs, running down my thighs and covering his stomach. My whole body quakes, but he doesn’t slow down. 

“Fuck, sunshine. Look at the mess you made, cumming all over me.” 

My brain is on a different planet as he slows down, allowing me to glance down at the soaked sheets. He slowly pulls me off him and I wince, falling backward onto the bed. Then, Vinnie moves me so I’m laying on my side, out of the wet spot, before slowly pushing back into me, spooning me, and caressing my hair. “No one will ever fuck you ever again, for the rest of your life but me. Do you understand?” 

Slamming into me at an unrelenting pace, he bites my neck. His hand wraps around my throat, applying a bit of pressure. Every thrust sends me closer to the edge, and the only thing I register is him kissing the back of my neck. I’m so fucked, I can’t speak. I can’t think. 

“Yes,” I babble out, arching my back into him. 

All I feel is pure bliss. The room is spinning, and I feel another orgasm rapidly approaching. He nibbles a love bite into my neck, hitting my G-spot over and over again. My thighs are lifted a little higher until I see white. “Cum for me again, Sunshine. You feel so good when you squeeze me,” he mumbles into my neck.

I shake my head, and gripping his forearm that chokes me. “I can’t,” I cry, looking at the view from his room— everything is spinning. 

Vinnie increases his pace, slamming into me. “You can, and you will,” he snarls in my ear. 

I feel the tears spilling over in my eyes as he applies more pressure on my throat. The overstimulation of his dick drilling into me repeatedly sends me toppling over another edge, and I wail his name, feeling my soul leave my body. Everything feels fuzzy as his thrusts become sloppy before he lets out an animalistic grunt. I feel his dick twitch, then, shooting hot ropes into me. The heat of it makes me feel like I’m going to pass out, and I moan at the sensation. He continues to slowly thrust into me, riding out both of our orgasms. 

After we’re both spent, he buries himself deep inside me, stroking my hair and peppering kisses on my shoulder as I come down from my high. “You did so well for me, Sunshine. Fucking fantastic,” he praises.

He slowly caresses my hips as my body shakes against his. I wince as he slowly pulls out and scoots down to the bottom of the bed. Spreading my legs wide open, he watches our cum leak out of me. My swollen pussy contracts around nothing, pushing his seed out, and I hear him groan. 

He brings his fingers up to my entrance and I wince. “Shhh, Sunshine, I’m just making sure we don’t waste a drop,” he coos, stuffing his fingers into me and massaging my g-spot. 

An inevitable moan leaves my lips I arch my back to get closer to him. “You want to cum again?” He asks before leaning over to flick his tongue over her my. Crying out at the overstimulation, I shake my head. 

“Too bad, baby.” he quickly thrusts into me with his fingers, moaning at the taste of our orgasms mixing. His tongue flicks over my swollen, puffy clit. I haven’t used our safe word, and I know he’s going to keep pushing me until I say it.

Vinnie removes his tongue from my clit and he uses his other hand to collect our orgasms on his finger. The pace of his fingers slows and he begins rubbing a circle around my tight hole. He slowly pushes his finger into my ass, fucking me with both hands. 

I’m unable to control my movements as I thrash underneath him. His finders drive in and out, reaching the most delicious spot. 

“Give me one last one, Sunshine. I promise I’ll let you stop after,” he orders, and I move my hands to his hair to tug on it.

He pushes his finger further into my ass, curling it a bit more, and I snap. Neglecting his noise warning, my screams and my moans erupt through the room. He moans as he works both of my holes through what I assume is my last orgasm. 

As finally comes down, I whimper, “Moon,” and he stops and slowly pulls his fingers out, satisfied with my overstimulation. 

He crawls up my body, grabbing my face so I'm forced to look at him. “You're everything to me–perfect and mine,” he mumbles into my mouth and I wipe away the tears in my eyes. 

My brain buzzes with post-sex high. “Only for you,” I whisper into the night.

I did so well, and I am his.

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Must Be Love

Corporate Worker San x (F)Reader

Summary: Love, is an emotion so deep that once earned, it could change lives. Unfortunately, neither of the two had ever had the opportunity to feel love. Well, maybe he had, but having his heart thrown back at him, made him realise that the corporate world was far too busy, far too bitter and far too cold for a hardworking boy from Namhae- it was about time he accepted the bitter taste of reality.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Warnings: Languages/ Insecurities (majorly of being alone)

Word Count: 21k

Est. Read Time: 1 hr

Rating: nc-17

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: Only God and @edenesth know how this was supposed to be a timestamp, that turned into a oneshot that is so long- that I- I swear I don't even know why San has me in a chokehold.

"All I'm saying is that speed dating does work for some people." The brunette claimed entering the elevator with the taller man who shook his head with a pout, pressing the parking button. Sure, speed dating worked for a few people, but those few people were rarely introverts, moreover, he did not have time for love. Love was a luxury he could not afford, especially after his last encounter with the villain, he believed that distancing himself from it would keep him safe, and keep him from hurting.

"Yeah...just not my thing," he mumbled, stepping out onto the concrete floor, their polished shoes scraping against the cement, echoing in the enormous parking lot. Sighing he looked over the fence, frowning at the jam below, "I hate Mondays", muttering to himself he turned to wave off Yeosang who smiled at him, before ducking down to enter his car, lowering the window once the engine was switched on, "I'm just saying San, you can't let her get to you forever."

"See you tomorrow Yeosang." with one final wave his friend drove off, as the man himself, got into his car, buckled up and decided to speed out, it didn't matter anyway, he'd be stuck in traffic but at least it'll be quick, it was already 9 pm, the sooner he could go home, the sooner he'd be in bed, ready to succumb to the solitude and silence at his apartment. 

Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, it was already 11 pm. Cursing under his breath he walked out of the elevator, so exhausted, so tired, so done with everything. A constant ringing in his ears only added to the discomfort, as he squinted at the hallway lights. Making his way down his corridor he reached his door until pausing, turning his head to find someone sitting at the door next to his, hugging her knees- was she...crying? All too suddenly the ringing disappeared, the lights around him became much bearable, the dull greys around him morphing into something else- San, stop. Clearing his throat, he looked at her, trying to get her attention, which he only got once he 'fake' coughed.

His curious gaze met with glossy doe eyes, and a tear-stained face stared up at him. Unknown to him, she had just come to the realisation that God really did do people favours, and one of those favours was creating a being like the one standing above her, with a gaze so soft she could almost feel it, his features sharp as a feline and not to mention those shoulders, damn what a beauty. She watched him blink at her slowly before turning around and- oh. He went inside.... wow.

With a snort, she shook her head-that was anti-climactic. Of course, why would anyone even want to deal with her, especially someone like him?

San closed the door behind him, slowly walked over to the console table, and stopped to stare at his reflection, God he looked like a mess, no wonder she was staring at him like that. Running his fingers through his hair, he sleeked back his bangs, trying to calm down his nest of hair before fixing his tie and opening the door to find her in the same place, walking over to her as he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me Ma'am-" he began, pausing when she looked up at him with a frown, man, he wasn't good-looking, but he wasn't that ugly either.

"I lost my key." 

"You- what?" quirking a brow he stared at her before looking at the numerous bags and suitcases beside her, how exactly did he not notice these before? 

"I moved in today...lost my key and the landlord is out of town," mumbling she hugged her knees tighter looking away from him, frowning at the tiled floor, waiting for something, a backhanded compliment, an insult, a taunt, something to remind her of her ignorance and lack of competence. 

Sighing he rubbed his face, before staring at the door, looking at the lock pad, moving closer he stood right beside her, glancing down at her, though she was still staring ahead, frowning like a child put in time out shaking his head he began pressing the numbers on the keypad, resetting the door's lock- knowing this was no longer a used apartment, it had a generic code from number one to five, he was confused why the landlord had decided to not tell her this. On the other hand, this was common knowledge, but then again, he didn't know these things when he started, a fresh graduate with the hopes of stepping into the world with a will to change stuff- that is until the corporate world put him back in his place.

The beeping caught her attention, side eying him, most of her vision just comprised of his pant leg, craning her neck upwards, she met with the gaze of an angel, giving her a small smile as the light behind him glowed in all in angelic mercy. Was he...bipolar?

"I've reset it. Please change the passcode once you settle in."

With that he walked away, leaving her sitting there, grateful yet so confused, his calm demeanour just putting her anxiousness at bay. The soft click of his door brought her back to reality, clearing her throat she stood up, dusting her clothes she made her way to his door, clearing her throat, trying to fix her hair before ringing the doorbell.

San was almost done unbuttoning his shirt when the doorbell rang, as he paused, groaning in disdain the man glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight, what on earth did the world want from him now? Messily buttoning it back up he padded to the door barefoot, his tie hanging around his neck, annoyed at the pestering dinging of the bell as he swung the door open, glaring at whoever was rude enough to ruin his few moments of silence and bliss.

"Th-oh- sorry." she stammered, averting her gaze before bowing and thanking him, mumbling her name and scurrying away through her open door, slamming it shut, her things still outside. He stared at her, what a peculiar woman, what was her problem? Glancing down he realised most of his shirt was still unbuttoned- oh…well technically he was wearing a vest- shit did she think he was weird? A pervert? Great going Choi San. Sighing for the nth time of the night he closed the door, finally deciding to go to bed and forget whatever embarrassing things he had done tonight.

Leaning her ear against the door she weighed for it to close, praying to any entity out there that he did not assume she was weird or a perv. It's not like this was the first time she'd seen a man and technically he was still fully clothed so- God, Jongho was right, she's been single for too long. A good ten minutes later she cracked open the door, leaning out to glance at her neighbour's door, apartment number 404, well then, at least he was gone, she could pull in her stuff without any interruptions. 

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"You traumatised- no, you harassed a woman," Yeosang mumbled, coat in hand as he entered the elevator, San following in behind, San who was also late today, San who had rushed to work today, forgetting both, his laptop at home and his coat.

"I did not." he sighed, staring at his reflection, he hadn't gotten much sleep last night - or any other of the previous nights for that matter. Usually, when he'd lay down, his body would be exhausted, but an hour in all he'd do was toss and turn restlessly, blanketed by something else, something heavy and blue, at this point he had no clue as to what to do. The room would just end up getting stuffy and within a few hours, he'd slip out of bed, have a cup of coffee, shower, change, try to eat something, anything so he could function and leave like he had a whole eight hours of sleep.

"Should've asked her how she lost the key though." the other man hummed, pressing the buttons of their floors, eying his friend who was now leaning his head against the wall, eyes closed with a pout.

"No."

"No?"

"No, she was already upset, who cares how she lost them." he sighed, straightening up once the door opened, "Didn't feel like adding salt to the wound."

"Aww...my stoic Mr.Choi is so considerate." he teased, patting the back of his friend who rolled his shoulders, before walking out, mumbling a, "I'll just take Mingi's jacket- don't bother coming by!' he turned around swiftly to point at Yeosang, who stood there behind the open doors, waving at him, "Whatever you say...." waiting for the doors too almost close for the punchline, "Perv."

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"Will you be going out for lunch today, Sir?" Mingi asked, fingers frozen above the keyboard, peaking through his glasses as he stared at San who was locking the glass door to his office.

"Yeah...want something?" the man turned to look at his secretary - assistant, mind you- who shook his head, "Enjoy your lunch, Sir." with that he went back to typing up the due report - one that was due a day ago, he was just glad San hadn't realised that yet.

Shaking his head San sighed, "Mingi, my man, you gotta stop calling me Sir." stuffing his hands in his pockets he looked around the almost empty floor, "Also, I've submitted the report." his words caused the taller man to freeze, his curious eyes locking with a tired, blank pair, an apology simmering at the tip of his tongue but the man raised his hand to stop him, "Just...tell me next time." 

"Yes Sir."

"Creme croissant and a latte, right?" he asked as he began to walk away, being nothing more than a hero- no, an angel, for Song Mingi, oh how he wished everyone had a boss like his. Standing up and bowing a good 90 degrees he kept thanking the man until the elevator doors closed.

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Grimacing at the bitter taste of his coffee he walked down the street, frowning at almost everything. The sun was too bright, the birds were too loud, there was too much traffic and lunch hour was packed. Holding onto the paper bag of Mingi's lunch he bit the end of the straw, staring into the windows of the shops he passed by. Why did these people look so happy? Did they not have work? What did they have that he did not?

Too lost in thought he collided with someone, though little damage was done to him, other than dropping Mingi's lunch, his coffee was fine, and so was his shirt. Sighing in relief he turned to look at the person who had ended up on the floor, about to apologise he paused, "Oh...it's you."

Falling on your butt is one of the worse things known to man or woman in her case, truth be told she hadn't seen the man, especially because of the boxes that she was holding, they were heavy and if Jongho didn't think that rock-paper-scissors was not the best solution for any problem, especially when it meant carrying heavy objects, she wouldn’t be here. She was picking up the cups that fell out of the box, luckily the one with the spoons and forks was taped up, mumbling an apology to the person before spotting the soiled package- shit.

"I'm so sorry-" she was cut off by his statement, staring up at him, oh shit. Clearing her throat she nodded before standing up, patting the dust off her clothes and apologising, "I-I'm sorry I didn't see you there. " He was about to say it's okay please stop apologising but before he could she reached for his feet causing him to bounce back only to realise she was reaching for what remained of Mingi's lunch.

"I- I'm so sorry, I'll get you a new one." she said placing it on the boxes and trying to pick them up, though he reached for them before she could, picking them up, "Please stop apologising. It's alright, you don't have to," he said as he looked at her from over the boxes. Wow, he makes the boxes look small, what else can he pick up?

"No, please you don't have to help me, I can carry them." she said trying to reach for them but he shook his head, nodding in the opposite direction, "Where were headed?"

"LET ME MAKE YOU LUNCH" 

The two stared at each other, her words causing the two to stare at each other before he cleared his throat, averting his gaze and she shook her head trying to explain, "I mean for the one I dropped, I have a cafe- technically it's not open yet but you-you can be the first official nonofficial customer."

"Ah...okay," whispering he turned to look at her again and nodded, following her as she began to speed walk in the direction of his office- oh it was close by? They stopped at a closed shop just a block away, the windows covered with newspapers, including the glass door. Craning his neck back he stared at the name, a giant board of the name - oh it's a cafe? 'Jiyuu'.

Freedom, huh? He followed her inside, only to abruptly stop when she turned around "I can hold it-"

"Just tell me where to keep it,” he asked before walking towards the dusty counter, placing the boxes on it and turning to her but she zoomed into the kitchen mumbling, a 'Please stay here, I'll be right back'. 

He stood there, idle, hands in his pockets, staring around the semi-decorated place, wasn't shabby, and wasn't over the top modern as well. It was close to his work too, maybe he'd try the coffee here. Speaking of coffee, how did a simple cafe owner- one that was still closed- afford an apartment like his? Someone cleared their throat, earning his attention. 

"Here you go," she mumbled, "Sorry again." handing him the paper bag- it was bigger than the one he had for Mingi.

"Thank you." nodding at her he pouted, "I told you, it's okay." with that the two stood there, awkwardly standing, staring at anything but each other, the hustle and bustle of outside muffled through the newspaper-covered glass windows, the golden glow just adding to the calm atmosphere. He hadn't felt like this in a while he had not been able to hear his thoughts in a good while, it bothered him, the slow atmosphere, there was no rush, and even time had a pace of its own. A melancholic serenity, he was slowly beginning to enjoy until his phone rang, causing him to jerk back to reality, only to realise she was busy unboxing, when did she move away? Did she just let him stand there, staring at the wall? 

"I- thanks again." clearing his throat he nodded at her, earning a gentle smile, "Thank you too." with that he quickly made his exit.

That day, Mingi received more than just a croissant and a latte, he got a whole Danish pastry, a cold coffee and more assorted baked items- No, San did not tell him how he got them, he just told him it was his treat. That day, San had finally witnessed something, felt something so similar that he felt goosebumps, felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand, yet, other than his internal conflict, the world around him was at a pace so strange, one that was slowly pulling him in, something he was deathly afraid of, yet, he welcomed it, just a little bit. That day she finally made a friend, other than Jongho, even if it were comprised of him just being nice to her, she'd accept that, everyone was falling in love, and at least she was no longer falling behind.

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A week, it had just been a week since the two had come to know about their existence and he had realised how even though he'd address her with her first name she'd use Mr.Choi. Perhaps she would do so out of respect, or perhaps she was scared of him. Either way, what he did not expect was for her to knock on his door, drenched to the bone, shivering as she tried to give him that usual smile 'Everything is A-okay!'. He could see right through it, and even though he had decided to not meddle in others' affairs, he still somehow found her sitting on his couch, clutching onto a mug of tea, one of his spare towels wrapped around her shoulders.

That is not what baffled him, what truly amazed him was how this strange woman just barged into his apartment, wet as a cat caught in the rain and had brought up a proposition, much similar to the one Yeosang would bring to the table during the yearly board meetings, making San want to strangle him most of the time.

"So, in reality, you want me to drop you off at your place of work and you'll pay me...with coffee?" He asked, watching her sit on his extremely expensive leather couch, sleek black, matching the monochromatic theme of his living room, and her damp clothes were not doing the leather any favours.

"Yes- I mean, No- I mean a coffee and something to eat, whatever you like! I read that business and corporate people love a good brew and I'll be targeting them too so-" she went on and on, playing with the hem of her damp cardigan, but he raised a hand to stop her, her eyes widening at the gesture, oh god, was he going to throw her out? Jongho did tell her that this was a bad idea.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

"O-oh." her face flushed at the question, her gaze flickering to her lap as she cleared her throat, "It started raining on my way back...and I didn't have an umbrella."

"But the forecast.... mentioned it." he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands before stopping to glare at her, "Did you not take one or did you forget it at the cafe?" his words were cold, but held some form of warmth to them, though his hard glare softened at her meek response.

"I left it at work, Mr.Choi."

"Go home." was all he said as he stood up and walked over to the main door, turning to catch her staring at him with wide glossy eyes, of course, she wouldn't get the hint, "We leave at sharp 6 am”.

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"So... this is just what neighbours do?" Yeosang glanced up from the documents, of course San had blocked the funds for the marketing department, this man's sulking was affecting his work ethic too- by work ethic, he meant how he was holding Yeosang's big marketing plans.

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I guess, why?" he asked still reading through the other proposals, not really thinking about it or her. Honestly, he had assumed she would've tapped out within a week, though this past month he was impressed by her persistence. Some days he'd just step foot outside to find her standing in front of her own door, holding onto her handbag, only to smile at him. How on earth was she able to pull off the heart-stopping smile early in the morning? He still didn't know how, he'd just nod silently, sometimes mumbling a good morning, but his lips wouldn't quirk up the slightest.

She'd followed him silently, usually not speaking unless spoken to, but he could sense that she had many stories to tell, but perhaps his heart was already too full, sinking into this blue and her stories and words would just ruin any chances he'd have to stay afloat. Hence, they'd only exchange pleasantries when he'd see fit, but he'd thank her, every time he'd drop her and she'd ask him to stay for a minute, only to run inside with her things and come back running with a coffee and a paper bag. Each day it would comprise of something new, and she'd just say it's her trying new recipes, though she never made the coffee, it was made by him, someone named Jongho, he didn't know much about Jongho, only that he played a vital role in her life- so she had someone too, even if potential. And for once he was glad to have kept his walls up high as he had, though this silent pitter patter of his heart, from every time she'd smile at him annoyed him, every time she whispered before closing the door, " Have a good day, Mr.Choi", it just made the pound of flesh in him shiver with an unwanted excitement.

"San?"

"Huh?"

Clicking his tongue, Yeosang leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms as he scanned the man across the table. His shirts were pressed to the crisp, his usual four-in-hand tie knot, now a full-blown Windsor knot, he'd brought back the waistcoat as well, a choice that was long discarded and his hair, gelled back to perfection—definitely just neighbours. 

"What~" he whined, slumping against the chair, almost like a child throwing a fit, a side only Yeosang would see, usually he'd mock him, but he knew San got like this when he was bound by one of his man internally conflicts, which is why he chose to keep the observation to himself and nod at the clock, "Your neighbour must be waiting, it’s almost time."

"What- oh yeah." nodding he quickly grabbed his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder, almost out the door before he stopped and turned around, "Yeo?"

"Hmmm?"

"Re-evaluate and send in the budget again."

"F*ck you, Choi."

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"So..." she asked, looking around the interior of his car, "Nice car." Must've cost a lot is what she wanted to say next, but knowing him, he would've asked her to get out at that very moment- incorrect, Choi San couldn't even glare at her properly, let alone tell her to walk home.

"Thank you..." he mumbled, driving onto the main road, not really knowing how to continue the conversation, Yeosang would've made fun of him, telling him he couldn't even do 'small talk', but it's not like he had much in common with her, other than working near each other and living in the same building, on the same floor.

"I uh...thank you for dropping me home." she tried to push onto the subject, maybe he'd talk to her if she pestered him, that's how she had gotten Jongho to become her friend- not the best tactic, but it had worked once, why wouldn't it again?

"No problem." his responses were short, again, not out of malice, he just didn't know what to say to her, with his sister, it usually comprised of him being a baby to her or her bossing him around but that was different, they were siblings, they could argue about stupid things and get over it, but with her- she was...different, she was soft, she was sensitive and delicate, like a butterfly on a flower. Though she'd be one of those he'd avoid, not wanting to fall into its beauty and grace, too distracted to take note of the world around him. No longer was he willing to fall, or at least imagine to do so.

Parking the car he cleared his throat, waiting for her to move, but he was greeted by silence. What the hell- he turned to find her asleep, hugging her purse close, leaning against the door. 

If this was extremely dangerous and careless of her, he might have found it cute- why on earth- HOW COULD SHE JUST FALL ASLEEP LIKE THIS? What does he do? Does he tap her shoulder? Shake her? Wouldn't that be touching her without consent? Should he call her by her name? Yes, he should, and with that intention he had turned to her once more, only to notice the small frown etched on her features, she looked.... tired.

Jerking awake she sat up properly, blowing the hair out of her face, blinking around, where- was she in the car? Whipping her head to look at the driver's seat she found him sitting there, tying away on his phone, his hair a bit dishevelled but everything else was pristine about him, as it was in the morning. His face was illuminated by the blue light, only accentuating his sharp features, to this day she wondered how someone like him would even bother talking to her.

"Good morning" he turned to look at her, catching her mid-stare, as she choked on her words, about to blurt out an apology but he cut her off, "Don't apologise, it’s something I did by choice, anyway, I got through with most of my emails for the day now so that's good. " He locked his phone before finally switching off the car- he was wasting gas for her? "Did you rest well?" 

She could only nod at his question, as he got out and closed the door, she clumsily followed after clutching onto her things as he made his way to the elevator, locking the car, the beep echoing across the parking lot.

He held the doors open for her, waiting for her to run in as she placed her handbag down, turning to him with a pout, only to be met by a frown- was he angry? Of course, he was, but he did say he stated by choice so why did he-

"Do you realise how dangerous that was? Falling asleep in someone else's car?" his words were direct, cold to the brim, "It's extremely foolish. Just because we know each other doesn't mean you can do that! We're just neighbours, nothing more and even if we are carpooling this isn't safe. Would you do the same in an Uber or a bus? Do you realise this is just carelessness? It's just not how you live in the city or elsewhere for that matter-" he spat, turning to meet her with an intense glare, only to lock eyes with a misty pair, pausing when she dipped her head, "I'm sorry, I know. " 

"I-I'll be careful next time. Mr.Choi." whispered, her fingers gripping the leather of her bag, he was right, they were just neighbours, nothing more, nothing less, more importantly, this formal arrangement of carpooling was only temporary, maybe she should just take the bus from now on. Jongho was wrong, she wasn't mature enough for this, and she couldn't do this on her own, her fiancé was right, she was childish and clumsy, a little girl living in a fool's paradise at best, too used to being a daddy's little princess. 

San watched her walk out of the elevator, though he was too petrified to say anything, his own reaction had confused him. Why was he so upset? He was the one who let her sleep? It wasn't like him to raise his voice like this, especially at someone he would compare to a butterfly. What was wrong with him? He was never this bitter. Just like that, he watched her walk into her apartment, the soft click signalling her to lock it. No, he did not receive the usual "Goodnight Mr.Choi."

But then again, did he deserve it? With a heavy sigh, he closed the door, staring at his empty apartment, feeling...guilty? Well, he did just...it wasn't wrong but...groaning in defeat he turned around and walked out of his apartment slamming the door shut behind him.

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 Pushing up her glasses she frowned at the screen, what kind of schedule was this, all the buses left before sunrise, way before San would even leave, and they’d leave later as well. In addition to those issues, the bus wouldn’t drop or pick her up near the café, the bus stops were around five blocks away from the shop. Groaning she slammed the lid shut, what if she just walked every morning? Maybe she shouldn’t have moved here, leaving her comfort zone, forcing Jongho along with her- he was a fool, he’d always had too much faith in her and that had always been the problem. At this point, she had once again wasted her parents’ money and potentially risked Jongho’s life savings too.

With a heavy sigh, she picked up the laptop and placed it on her desk before coming back to bed, laying back down as she stared up at the ceiling, letting her sullen thoughts lull her to sleep. Only to sit awake when the doorbell rang, looking around her room before it rang again, groaning she laid back down and covered her ears, waiting for it to stop. And it did, much to her pleasure, only the next thing to ring was her phone, she slammed her hand around for it and picked it up without checking the ID, “Jongho I swear if you’re calling me because you have a new brew idea, I’ll stab you with a spork.”

For a second she was met with silence, causing her to pull back and squint at the caller ID, before gasping and pressing it against her ear, “Mr.Choi I’m so so-“

“Sorry? Mhmmm…I know, so am I, please open the door so I can do so formally.”

That night, was the first time she had received a formal apology from a corporate worker, one with a proper 90-degree bow, followed by a soft apology. She opened the door to find him standing there tall before doing so, standing back up and showing her a bag, “I hope you like Chinese takeout.”

“I do.” With that she moved to the side, thanking God that she had cleaned her apartment the day before, asking him to make himself comfortable as she set the table. That night Choi San finally decided to learn a bit about her, not too much, he didn’t want to get involved in anything other than carpooling, this dinner was just a mere apology for his sudden outburst anyway. He looked around the lounge, the comfortable sofa was different from his, well most of this place was, it had colour, little trinkets that represented who she was, by the window were some succulents, but there was no television to be found, weird.

Once the table was set the two began to eat quietly, that is until she began, “You didn’t have to get dinner Mr Choi, and it's too much-

“I did.” He cut her off, clearing his throat to continue, “I…my outburst was uncalled for, I know it may seem confusing, but I wasn’t upset that you fell asleep, I was …concerned for your safety, I know you just moved here…but I…” he trailed off, especially at the way she was looking at him, like a kid staring at superman, he felt small under her intense stare, no, he wasn’t who she thought he was, he was no saint, he was no saviour, he was no one special. Shaking off the feeling, he mumbled, trying to change the topic, “Why did you move here anyway?” This was a bad move, he had asked something personal, he should’ve just asked her how he liked it here or how was work going, this question just meant that the answer would get him inside for her life, insight, he perhaps could function without.

Unfortunately, after a few stories in he was hooked, the finance director was up till midnight, not because of his work, no, because one story led to another and he listened intently, letting her do all the talking, perhaps because he wanted her to feel as if she was heard, or perhaps her story sparked some form of joy.

"Lee Soohyuk?" he choked on his lettuce wrap, thanking her when she handed him a can of soda. Gulping it down before clearing his throat as he looked at her, watching her clean her side of the table with a tissue, she was done eating. Or was she not eating in front of him?

"The...the famous corporate lawyer? Damn, I've seen him...once? Twice I think." he blinked at her, noting how she had gone quiet before he gave her a small smile, "He's not that smart you know...he was also wrong." 

"What?" she paused her cleaning session to look at him, "He wasn't though, he was right Mr.Choi, I'll always be my parent's little princess, I can't even function alone, I dragged Jongho in this and lord forgive how his dad invested in med school for him and he ended up becoming a barista because of me- I couldn’t even afford a place of my own- I'm still living in an apartment owned by my parents!" slamming her hands on the table she glared at the food, "He was right, I was useless and immature then, I'm equally useless now, other than Jongho now I depend on you - which I won't I promise I'm looking for a solution but the schedule and drop points are so chaotic and-" her words caught up in her throat, being pushed down by a sob as she slumped back in her chair, pressing her palms over her eyes, no crying, crying is for the weak, for those who are spoiled, for those who give up. Too busy trying to think of what breathing exercises Jongho had taught her, she didn't know when he had come to her, until he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze causing him to peak up at him.

"Well, I don't know what you were like before...but...I won't say you're useless...Mingi was born here but he still rides his cycle here, and lives with a flatmate," pulling his hand away leaning against the table, stuffing his hands in his pockets- too much skinship is bad- "I... have you ever like managed your resources? Like do you have a plan? An agenda or something?" 

Shaking her head she wiped her eyes, sniffing like a little girl who got scolded, "I- I thought of buying this apartment from them....and then...then...I don’t know."

Nodding San smiled at her, "So you do have a plan. You just need some help figuring it out." reaching over for a tissue he plucked some out of the box before handing them to her, "Let's get your priorities organised first. Make a payment plan or something like that, your business started off well, which means you know how to work that out, you just need help in the...other stuff. Take a leap of faith."

"What if I... fall?"

'Then I'll catch you'. 

This is what he had wanted to say that night but chose to smile at her, telling her people learn from their mistakes, no matter how small. Fortunately, she had made a friend that day, one who would guide her through, one who also told her to forget about the bus schedule and that they'd still carpool. Unfortunately for him, he might have stepped into a boundary he was desperately trying to avoid. Either way, Friday night dinners slowly became a tradition, a place of dining alternating, a Friday at his and a Friday at hers- something that when he told Yeosang, all the prince-ly man did was stare at him before leaving the office without another word, ignoring San yelling at him,

"WE'RE ONLY NEIHBOURS! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?? YAH KANG YEOSANG!"

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Cursing to himself he ran down the stairs, Yeosang's laugh echoing around the staircase, "It's not like you're late for a date!" he yelled only for San to turn and glare at him, stopping dead in his tracks, "I'm late to pick her up from work."

"Ah yes, because her being there makes traffic jams a bit more bearable!" he yelled from the end of the staircase laughing when San flipped him off while driving by.

She stood there, leaning against the ceramic pot, the guard didn't let her in, saying she had to mention who she was here to see and even though she had said Mr.Choi, she really didn't know which department he worked in, which is why she was asked to wait outside.

So, here she was, standing in the middle of the rain with her umbrella, staring at the cars zooming past her, the security guard inside the glass cabin giving her an apologetic smile once in a while.

Sighing she looked at her shoes, the pavement not doing much to stop the water from sliding onto the road. The pavement was getting busier too, most people just got free and as much as she loved the city, she wondered, at any given moment alone if this was a risk worth taking. A slight shove from a passerby had her stumble a few steps forward, stopping right at the edge of the pavement, not even a sorry was thrown in her direction.

She turned to glare at the woman running away in heels before a honk caught her attention, turning to spot the familiar car as it slowed down, the door opening for her as the driver moved back onto his seat, quickly she got in, making sure to close her umbrella and shove a plastic bag around it ungracefully, turning to smile at the driver, "hi-"

"Why are you here?" he spat, frowning at her before flicking on his blinker, "It's raining and I said I'll pick you up no? I didn't say you'd pick me up from work."

Sighing she shook her head, "Sorry Mr.Choi." She said that a lot, more often than either would like, it would make his heart clench every time and Yeosang would call him a bastard every time he'd mention this to him in his daily narratives.

"I- what I mean is...I was a bit late so I texted you, you didn't have to come all the way here and stand in the rain out on the street." his words softer than before, as he stopped at a traffic light, glancing at her from the rear-view mirror, watching her pout.

"I- my phone died...so I didn't know and, I was waiting but then when you didn't come...I was worried...about you so I came here and- "She was worried about him, something within him pulled at his heart, she was waiting for him? But before the feeling could settle in, her usual nonstop chatter began, shaking him out of his fever dream, "What's your department by the way, they wouldn't let me in! Said there were so many Chois! Did you know that!?? I mean Jongho is a Choi too, and then there Choi Minho- he's cute, I like him, I like Shinee...do you?"

"I...." unsure of which question to answer first he frowned before he began to drive shaking his head at her, "I’m the director of the finance department." he sighed earning a chuckle, side-eying her only for her to stop and clear her throat. He nodded at her, ignoring her first half of the statement, though the latter portion had the tips of his turning red.

"Sorry, that would just explain your expensive taste, Mr.Choi...would explain the Windsor knot too." 

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She stood in front of his door, checking the time once more, it was almost seven and his car was still in the parking lot. Yes, she had run down the flight of stairs to check if he was still there. She had called him too but his phone was switched off so she did the next best thing, called Jongho.

"JONGHO-"

"It's seven- no, wait- listen your monstrosity it’s not even seven yet, what do you WANT." He yelled, causing her to pull the phone away from her ear, whining an apology.

"Mr.Choi won’t answer my calls or open the door what do I do??"

"My poor baby." he cooed at her in a taunting manner, "maybe you finally did to him what the pressure his job couldn’t."

"What? What do you mean?" she asked before deciding to take matters into her own hands.

"Corporate pressure was nothing compared to you, I'm sure he's at peace now-"

"OH, SCREW YOU, I'M IN." with that, she hung up, entered his apartment and marched towards his room- the only place in his apartment she hadn't seen. Knocking on his bedroom door she slowly peeked in, only to be met by a room filled with clothes lying around, the curtains drawn close and the heater on full blast. Stepping in, careful not to step on the clothes she walked over to a heap of blankets on the bed, resting her hand on it as she gently shook it, "Mr.Choi." 

The lack of movement just had her worrying even more, as she leaned closer pressing her ear against the cotton, hearing his laboured breathing, shaking her head she announced, "Mr.Choi, I'm gonna pull these off!" with that she ripped off the two- no three quilts he was cocooned in earning a gasp as he quickly sat up, hugging himself shivering in cold sweat.

He stared at her with surprised eyes, "W-what are you- shit, what time is it?"

"Forget what about the time, you're burning up." pressing her palm over her sweaty, warm forehead she frowned, taking in his flushed face, pushing his hair back so she could take a better look at him, then glanced down at his ...sweaters. 

"How many layers...."

"I was cold." he whined, closing his eyes when she carded her fingers through his hair, trying to fix his hair, basically pushing it out of his face, "Of course you are...I'm going to get you something to drink...probably do something else about the fever. You take off your ...layers until then, okay?" she asked tugging at his sweater, earning yet another uncharacteristic whine - or maybe this is who he really was, she was just used to him acting all strong and mighty.

"Okay," he mumbled before reaching for the blanket again only to slap his hand away. Pulling his hand away with a gasp he gave her an offended, traumatised look.

"No." was all she said before going over to turn off the heater and opening the window to let out the stuffiness, "I'll be back in ten minutes and I better see those off you, understood?"

Wow, since when did she become all assertive? He thought to himself but only nodded at her instructions, it had been a while since someone had actually put in the effort to take care of him. This is what a good neighbour would do right? He'd take care of her too, right? He had already helped her make a payment plan that she was using to buy off the apartment her parents owned, he had met Jongho too, a nice but horrible fellow, but one that could push her and keep her on track, much like San he believed in her, claiming that

'If they didn't get her engaged with a man six years older than her, she would've had time to grow. Soohyuk wasn't bad but he was 26 and she was 20, he had a set plan, and she didn't even know what she wanted to major in- I don't blame either of them, marriage isn't a business transaction.

He watched her leave the room, glancing at the handbag on his side table, he'd seen her grow though, a few more months and the apartment would be hers, plus the cafe was getting good traffic so there was no real issue there. Though Jongho did threaten him, reminding him of how influential she was even if she wasn't on her parent's payroll anymore, any funny business would mean his career was over.

Slowly he began to take off the layers just doing what she had asked then falling face forward on the pillow, listening to the clinking of the pots and pans.

She arrived back to him with a tray in hand, for a busy man she always marvelled over how clean his kitchen was, but then again he did remind her now and then how cleaning was a good way to destress. Starting at the sweaters on the floor, the ones he had discarded because of her instructions- guessed the cleaning was only limited to the kitchen.

Shaking her head as she made her way through the maze of blankets and clothes, she placed the tray on his side table, slowly pushing her bag off the table. Sliced fruit and lots of water, followed by some Advil. He wasn't shivering anymore, so that was good, "Mr.Choi!" Turning to him she smiled, "Have some break...fast-" Good lord that some back, like that, was...wow.  

"What?" pushing up on his hands he turned his head to look at her only for her to cover her face, with her hands squeaking, "WHY DID YOU TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES?"

Scoffing he sat up, his headache just adding to his bratty attitude, "Because you yelled at me too and I'm still wearing my pants." Why was she being like this, she was so mean, she even left the window open, he was so cold, his neck and shoulders hurt and it was all because of that damn window, "My shoulders are killing me because of the window you left open too!"

"I-" Lowering her hands she looked at him, sitting on his knees, staring at her with a pout, what a man-child.

"First of all, sit properly, and eat, have the medicine it'll help with the pain and" Bending down she picked up a discarded shirt, handed it to him, "Window stays open or you take a cold shower."

That was all it took for the big boy to sit there, eating his sliced apples, which were never-ending, until he realised, she was slicing up even more, and an Advil later he began to come back to his senses, clearing his throat as he tried to roll his shoulders to ease the discomfort, which ended up being futile.

"I'm sorry for not informing you, I think I switched off my phone after sending in my sick leave." sighing he leaned back against the pillows, shaking his head when she was about to cut another apple, "Please. I'm full."

With a pout, followed by a suspicious glance she nodded, placing the fruit back down and taking his empty plate off his lap. Leaning closer she pressed her hand on his forehead, he was still warm but it was better than before mumbling, "It's alright, Jongho can handle stuff better than me anyway."

Letting out a soft chuckle, his fingers gripped her wrists gently, pulling her hand away from his skin, "That's funny, I remember him telling me how he desperately needs you to deal with all the customers and manage stuff," he whispered, only then realising how close the two were to each other, with her leaning on the bed, her knee pressing onto the mattress next to his leg, "I can see that you really can." 

"I..." averting her gaze she mumbled a thank you before asking, "How's the pain?" slowly pulling away as she sat back down, but his fingers still held onto her, though he didn't notice, he was holding onto her, as if she was grounding him to reality, or some form of happiness that he did not want to let go, at least not now. She however noticed this new profound clinginess and she'd be lying if she were to say she didn't like it, this feeling of being wanted, of being important and valued.

"Hurts." pouting he leaned back against the pillow, closing his eyes like that would turn off the headache, his thumb mindlessly caressing her skin, "Shouldn't have picked up those stupid weights...Jongho did this on purpose."

"JONGHO?"

His grip tightened when he winced at her tone, shooting her glare for which she quickly apologised, before pestering him, glad she was wearing pants as she pulled her hand away and moved closer to him, standing on her knees on the bed beside him, gripping his shoulders, "Mr.Choi, please tell me. What has he told you?"

"N-nothing." he cleared his throat, trying to scoot away but her grip on his shoulders tightened, fingers digging into the muscle, causing him to let out an involuntary moan before she completely pulled away, "I- I’m sorry did that hurt."

Groaning he hunched over, shaking his head, "No, no, it felt good...sorry." Rubbing his neck, he looked at her, taking in her flushed features before sighing, "I uh...Jongho and I go to the gym together...he asked because he wanted to go too, I already go there with a friend from work...don't worry your secrets are safe with him."

Nodding at his statement she stood up and moved pointing at the chair she was sitting on, "Sit." 

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her, narrowing his eyes, glaring at her, almost playfully. Taking a few moments for her to get all nervous causing her to clear her throat, "I- I mean I can massage your shoulders, I- Jongho uses this oil, uses me like a free massage person too for his neck and-"

Raising his hand, he stopped her, slowly getting off the bed with a groaning sitting down as instructed before glancing at her, "Just don't strangle me, okay? He did mention how you have the death grip of a man."

If she weren't too distracted by the sight of him following her orders, she would've jumped down the window. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the oil out of her bag, yes, she carried that around in case Jongho pulled something like the old man he was.

Once she began working on his neck, fingers pressing into the knots he bit his lip, trying to hold in the sounds that were about to burst through, if this was the privilege Jongho got for being her best friend, he'd sign up too.

For about ten minutes she went on with her usual routine, only to stop when his head fell back against her belly, going limp her hold- Oh. He had fallen asleep. She stood there, holding onto his slouching form, taking in his relaxed features. She hadn't seen him this relaxed before, he almost looked...too cute. Speaking of cute, she had learned many things about him today, from how he was actually just as whiny as he pretended not to be, to how he ate almost 5 apples before stopping, she did notice how his fridge was mostly empty other than having eggs, and leftover take out. Maybe they should have more dinners together, maybe she could cook actual homemade food for him.

Slowly helping him up, he drowsily mumbled something before falling onto the bed, as she tucked him in. Glancing at the time she sighed, she'd spent most of the day here, giving him one more look she reached for his hair, brushing it out of his eyes, "Rest well Mr.Choi."

The next morning San woke up better than ever, he knew the fatigue was getting to him but he didn't stop, he probably had forgotten how to stop. That would explain why he fell sick, but who knew he lived right next door to an angel? What surprised him more was how his entire room was clean, all his clothes were neatly folded and stacked in one place, blankets folded at the edge of his bed and the water bottles no longer littered around. She really didn't have to do so much. 

Picking up his phone he checked his messages, opening hers first before Yeosang's or Mingi's

'Hope you're better now Mr Choi. Advil is on the console and I restocked your apples. Don't worry, I went to work myself today, like a big girl. You get some rest.'

Smiling at her message he leaned against the pillow, yeah, this is exactly what neighbours do.

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"A car?"

"Yes, a car." he sighed, turning the laptop to her, "You can get one on loan, I can fix you up with a good payment plan." he smiled at her, only to frown at the way she was frowning at her lap, "What's...wrong?"

"I- No I- thank you, it really does mean a lot." she cleared her throat, trying to control her expression, he was tired of her, he had to be, "I just...are you- I mean if you feel our routine is taxing then-"

Shaking his head he closed the laptop, turning fully to face her own couch, she was sitting on his very expensive couch, crushing the very expensive cushion in her lap, but it was okay, because it was her, and this time, the after work hours, a few hours before would fall asleep had become their time, where she would go on and on about stuff, only for him to add in a few bits- not because he wasn't interested but because he wanted her to speak, he wanted her to be heard, that and he was still too afraid that if she were to find out he was but from a simple background, from a small town like Namhae, she might never come back here. He wanted to watch her grow, he wanted to watch her business grow and bloom into what she had dreamt for it to be, he wanted to help her and this was a way of helping her.

"It's not...taxing. But...you need to" Pausing to take a moment to think, he noticed how her nails were digging into the leather, shaking that thought away he sighed, "You need to be independent, I'm not saying we change our routine, but you should lax yours, you don't have to leave at 6 am every morning and you don't need to come back home at around 8 or 9. Like you couldn't go when I was sick and then took the bus." he paused, taking in her appearance, only to find her pouting at the TV - yes, he had her buy a TV too because he refused to believe watching stuff on your laptop was better than the TV, though just like every other day she'd come over and watch his TV instead saying it's boring to watch TV alone. Reaching for the remote he paused the movie, to get her to only focus on him, having her look at him, "Like I was saying, a car can help you fix that and what if you need to collect your packaging or go buy fresh produce from the farmer's market? You can't always take a cab, it's not safe- you're earning well enough, I'm not saying buy one because of me, I'm saying buy one because it's your need, you shouldn't depend on anyone, not even me."

Clearing his throat, he met her soft, warm eyes, watching her stare at him intently, before blinking slowly at looking at the laptop, her grip on the cushion loosened,

"I like...the red one."

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"A car? I- is this 4-year plan? SAN NO." Yeosang stared at the spreadsheet before turning to San who was calmly sipping on his warm cup of coffee, the logo bright enough for Yeosang to roll his eyes, "Listen, lover boy, I get your head over heels for her, but this is a stupid idea, four years with the same car, four years and she's still paying it off- what if she wants to change the car??"

"Yeosang, she's not big on change, and four years max, the payment plan is flexible in terms of quotas she can pay, knowing Jongho he’ll make her pay it all off within two years maximum." he said as he placed his cup down, leaning against his swivel chair, earning another groan from the man across the table, "Man, just buy her a car then."

"No."

"WHY NOT"

"Because she has to learn."

"And you need to grow a pair, big enough to tell her you like her."

"I don't like her." he sighed rolling closer to his desk to turn on his laptop, eying Yeosang who looked at the papers once more, "No, you do not like her...you convinced her to buy a car, made an entire payment plan for her and told her the initial deposit fee was waved off even though YOU paid it- you don't like her my friend," standing up the marketing director walked to the door of the office, turning to glance at his friend with one final smirk before leaving, "You're in love with her."

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"Jongho, can you get me more napkins?" she called out to the man who was busy singing in the kitchen, at this point she could just ask him to get himself recorded, she was sure Hongjoong wouldn’t say no to either of them. Rush hour was about to start and for that, she needed to prepare, even if the business was booming, they were still short-staffed, and Jongho’s lack of people skills was dragging the interview session longer than she had anticipated. Though she was partially to blame, she was often too preoccupied with work and then well… a certain suited man, from the car ride home to the apartment, to dinner. They had begun to have dinner together more frequently, she often cooked as well, the first time she took a homecooked dish to his place he almost cried at dinner, excusing himself to go to the kitchen for more ‘napkins’, though from the faint sniffing from the kitchen and how long he took there had her believing her suspicions were right, once he looked at her with puffy eyes. Though she never said anything, smiling at him like she always did, for once feeling as if she wasn’t falling behind, cupid could walk right by her and she wouldn’t mind, her heart was already on a platter for someone else, she was just waiting for him to realise this little fact. So, she too, was too busy to even go through the files, but one of these days she’ll definitely get back to it.

The little chime of the bell had her look up from the counter, smiling at the customer only to almost drop to her knees at the man who had walked in- no, he was a fairy- could men be fairies? An angel? No, what on earth was this creature, his face holding the same innocence of an angel, but when he spoke, it was as if she heard the grumble of a dragon- damn. Shaking away her thoughts she smiled at him, greeting him as he stepped closer, oh how she loved men in suits- or rather just one man, with the cute Windsor knot, she noticed how he’d changed it from his usual ones.

“I’ll have whatever you like.” He smiled at her, before looking around, “This place new?”

“Yes, Sir, it is, may I ask if you have any allergies?” she asked before punching in a combo number, to which he shook his head.

“Cash or card?”

“What does Mr.Choi use?”

“What?” she froze, looking up from the monitor to meet his smirk, well, that was new, “I’m sorry, what was that sir?”

“I said card.”

With that she quickly swiped his card, asking him to wait for a while until she came to him with his order. Yeosang wanted to tell her who he was, but the way she stared up at him like a school girl caught slipping a note in her crush’s locker forced him to stop himself, she looked almost too innocent to bully like that- perhaps he should leave the teasing for San instead.

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You should've gotten the latest model." the man stormed into his friend's room, earning a look of surprise, leaning right to spot his secretary raise his hands in defence, Mingi was always so useless at times like this. "Dude, in a meeting." he sighed gesturing at the muted call, only for Yeosang to snort, roll his eyes and sit down cross-legged across the man, sipping on a cup of coffee, "I cannot believe you let someone like that wait in the rain for you," he mumbled as soon as San joined the call once more, back to business.

"What-" he looked up from the screen to glare at the brunette pausing at the cup, oh, "Oh you went- "Of course, I WENT- I had to check her out okay and I- you really are a d*ck, she isn't slow-witted at all, she's just cute. That's how girls are, not that you'd know you simpleton." "San your mic isn't muted" They heard a chuckle only for him to panic and Yeosang to choke on his coffee, both men apologising to their boss who just laughed it off- luckily the meeting was being held during the break, which meant this conversation could happen since they were off the clock for a while.

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Much like any other day off, San had decided to do his basic house chores, and since his neighbour now had her own car, he didn’t need to worry about that today which was good, because he really did need to clean up. With the trash bag in hand, he walked out of his apartment, only to stop and stare at the figure hunched over by the elevator, what the- oh wait what?

 Jogging over to her he tapped her shoulder, “Are you okay?” placing the back down he crouched down to get a better look at her face, only to frown at her pained expression, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing, just came back from the doc’s.” she sighed before slowly straightening back up, giving him a faulty smile, “All’s good Mr.Choi….cleaning day today?” she mumbled, changing the topic as she made her way to her apartment, not really giving him any time to answer.

She was almost in bed when she heard the front door beep open, man, she shouldn't have shared the passcode. Nonetheless, she walked back out to find him standing there in her hallway, frowning at her before marching towards her, "What happened? Why were you at the doctor's?" 

"I'm fine, just a bit sick I-" pausing her eyes clenched shut, whimpering as she held onto her stomach, trying to breathe out the pain. 

"That's it, we're going to get you checked again." he declared, grabbing her wrist before she snatched it away, "NO! Leave me alone." He blinked at her, taking in the sudden outburst, somewhat offended, did he overstep a boundary? Scanning her pale face he noticed the way her lower lip trembled, was she...going to cry?

"Please..."

That was all it took for Choi San to leave, not forcing her for anything. If she wanted to be alone, fine, she'd be alone, but she didn't need to yell at him like that, and then cry, that just confused him. Maybe she was offended that he came in even though she clearly tried to avoid him, but...they'd usually just walk into each other's apartments like that, that wasn't new. His phone ringing was what had him stop the brooding session, picking up the call,

"Hey."

"You need to help your stupid neighbour."

"I...well she told me she wanted to be alone Jongho, I think she's sick but won't go to the doctor," San mumbled, a bit too desperately. 

"That..." he could practically see Jongho roll his eyes at him, "Because it's that time of the month."

"What time of the month?"

"Choi San, do you have a sister?"

"Yeah, why?"

".... she on her period man- look, I called you because we cancelled all the interviews for a new hire today but this one moron won't listen and I know he's going to go to her place so you gotta tell her."

"WAIT WHAT- she was in so much pain though." no wonder she wanted him to leave, no wonder she yelled at him and then began crying.

"Mhmmm...kay bye".

"JONGHO WAIT-" he looked at the phone and sighed, this man just wanted him to lose his mind, nothing else. He'd do this to him often, even at the gym. Like when he'd be lifting weights, that one time when San accidentally dropped a dumbell on his foot when Jongho casually told him, "Did you know she's in guys with nice butts, and apparently when I stare at a lady with a nice butt for a while, she calls me a pervert." Or the time he almost lost his footing on the treadmill while running, Jongho who was casually standing next to him, staring at his reflection through the mirror, "Glad she hasn't seen your arms, she has a thing for being put in a WWE style headlock." yet, here he was telling her that her secrets were safe with Jongho.

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She felt someone tap her shoulder, her soul almost left her body, her scream muffled by his palm as he held her down, "It's me, it's me..." he whispered, pulling away slowly as she sat up, grabbing a pillow and smacking him with it, repeatedly, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!"

Clicking his tongue, he snatched it out of her hand and glared at her, though he wasn't angry, his annoyed expression just confused her even more when he pointed at a brown paper bag he had placed beside her. His face flushed as he averted his gaze, clearing his throat, "Jongho said...someone's coming for an interview. This has...stuff for you...I don't know what you particularly use, so I got...most of it."

"What do you mean, I cancelled the interviews and what did you bring for me-"

The doorbell cut her off, her eyes widening in disbelief, no, did Jongho really give her address? She was fighting with the blanket, trying to get it off her when he stopped her, gently pushing her back to lay down, "It's fine...I'll interview him."

He was about to leave but she gripped his wrist, "No, Mr.Choi it's fine, you've done more than enough-"

"You took care of me last time." he smiled at her before taking something out of the paper, "Now let me take care of you." placed the item in her lap he rolled his eyes when the bell rang again, leaving the room. 

What in the name of everything did Jongho tell him? She looked at the chocolate bar, it was her favourite, and she had only mentioned it once, oh my god, did he know she was on her period? Snatching the bag from the edge of the bed she turned it over, its contents falling all over the place. Good grief.... this man...he had gotten her every product he could find. Napkins, tampons, he even bought her heating pads, and other pain medicine, by the time she was done counting the things he had gotten her she was already crying, ugly sobbing at best.

San went to the door, opening it to be greeted by a man with sharp eyes. Technically, his overall appearance was sharp, from his features to his suit- was he really wearing a suit? The only thing about him that seemed remotely soft was his hair, though he looked like a fresh graduate so why apply to a cafe, that too one that was a new seed in the market?

"Good afternoon. Is Ms.L/N here? My name is Jung Wooyoung, I had an interview appointment with her-"

"At the cafe but they were cancelled." San cut him off, leaning against the door as he tried to stare down the shorter man.

Wooyoung stared at the man in sleeveless sweatpants, who was he? Husband? Boyfriend? Some annoying friend? He could pick a fight with him, but then he needed this job, really did.

Clearing his throat, he nodded, before bowing, "I apologise for the intrusion but I thought my eagerness may have a positive impact." 

San stared at him, the perfect 90°, he'd seen that before, many times, he'd been there before too. He knew the feeling, the anxiety and dread that accompanied it, the desperation to finally achieve something. Finally, put the years and money spent on education to use.

"It's...fine, come in."

That's how Wooyoung found himself sitting on a brightly coloured couch, looking around, though he saw no signs of masculinity anywhere, so her boyfriend didn't live with her. He knew his way around the place though. Who was going to interview him though?

San walked out of the kitchen with a tray of tea, placing it on the coffee table as Wooyoung thanked him, getting up to take his mug. No, everything was too feminine so does this mean- what if this dude was a serial killer? Oh my god!?! Did he KILL HER AND IS NOW GOING TO KILL HIM? IS THIS COFFEE POISONED?? Slowly bringing the mug to his nose, sniffing it.

San raised a brow at him, what on earth was this psycho doing? He was about to ask when they heard something crash, instantly getting up he turned to leave, pausing for a moment to loom at Wooyoung, "I'll be right back, please stay here."

Oh my gosh, he was a killer! Wait, she was still alive! He could help her? What should he do? Think Wooyoung, think! Standing up he walked down the same path he did, peaking through the door left ajar.

San frowned as he picked her up, ignoring her whines, "What exactly were you doing?" he asked walking over to the bed, holding her in his arms as she covered her flushed face with her hands mumbling "The clock stopped working."

"Seriously?" quirking a brow at her he stopped walking, looking at her then at the bed, stuff scattered across it, files, pens and her laptop, "Didn't I tell you to rest?"

"I was but then I heard Mr.Jung and I wanted to read his file," she explained, leaning against his chest, mentally noting how he was holding onto her like she weighed lighter than a feather.

He clicked his tongue in protest, about to talk about how he'd handle it but the door burst open, a Mr.Jung stomping in, holding an umbrella in hand, "UNHAND HER YOU PERVERT!"

She flinched when the door slammed open, squeaking as she hugged him close, burying her face in his shirt, arms wrapped around his neck, curling into him as if he'd protect her. On the other hand, San stood there rooted at the spot, at first he was confused as to what Wooyoung was even doing until he noticed the faux bravery morph into some form of fear, his panic setting in.

Wooyoung stood there, umbrella in the air, taking in the sight before him, a man carrying a woman bridal style...oh shit they were together. Please did he Wooyoung himself again?

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"I am so sorry Miss-"

"It's alright." she cleared her throat, never in her life did she think she'd interview someone whilst being in her pyjamas, the little hearts printed on her shirt and pants. Next to her San sat at a good distance, his face as red as the pot of a plant near the window, intently staring at the coffee table, not even listening to the two converse- he wasn't carrying her around for fun! He was just helping her! She fell off the stool because of the stupid clock and- and her back hurt so his brain just...picking her up was easier and-

"Mr.Choi?"

"Hmm?" instantly turning to her, he regretted it as quick, taking in her soft gaze, almost wanting to crumble at the feet, shit, this wasn't good.

"I said I should hire Mr.Jung, right?"

"Uh...I guess?" he mumbled, discreetly glaring at Wooyoung when she began reading his credentials too, they were good, but managing to be a distinguished student in the country's best culinary school wasn't easy.

"I- I'm sorry for intruding Sir." he cleared his throat, if he had to kiss this man's pointy polished shoes to get this job he would, "I should've known you're her boyfriend, it was a lack of better judgement on my part." He paused to look up at him, only to find the man before him malfunctioning, then glancing at the woman who looked like she was swooning, almost awake inside a dream.

"We're just neighbours!" he blurted out, not liking how Wooyoung's neutral expressions morphed into the sassiest, most judgemental look of 'Nah, I don't think so', as he hunched over the table to take a better look at the two.

"I live next doo-"

"You're hired Mr.Jung, I'll see you tomorrow at work!"

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"Wow, that's...kinda regret not being there to see it." Jongho hummed, taking out an apron and tossing it to Wooyoung who cleared his throat, "I mean, I didn't intend to make things awkward." 

"Sure man." was all Jongho said before patting him on the back, "But until she comes back to work, you're on counter duty, kitchen is off limits." with that he walked away, leaving the new employee to sigh in defeat, looking around at the empty cafe. Considering she was 'still sick' she'd left Jongho in charge but that man was too busy not interacting with customers and staying hidden in the kitchen, occasionally singing out loud- at least he could sing.

He stared through the glass doors, looking at the people passing by, everyone with a purpose, yet, here he was still trying to find his purpose. 

The doors opened and someone walked in, phone pressed onto his ear, his coat neatly folded in half, hanging off his other forearm, the buttons of his waistcoat fighting for their lives when the man heaved out a heavy sigh, "No Mingi, the report is supposed to be sent to Mr Park from the IT department, Park Seonghwa, send it to him and get back to me." A frown was permanently etched onto his face, brows knitted together as he pulled his phone off his ear and stuffed it in his pocket, only froze when he looked at Wooyoung.

The two just stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds before Wooyoung cleared his throat and greeted him, "We can pretend nothing happened Mr.Choi."

Scratching his neck the businessman nodded, licking his lips out of embarrassment, "Yeah...sure"

"So, what can I get you, unfortunately, the menu still comprises of the usual since I'm not allowed in the kitchen till the boss lady comes." His professionalism impressed San, honestly, he did think the guy couldn't pull it off but he was glad he wasn't mentioning yesterday at all.

"Oh umm... Jongho knows I called him-"

"Yes, yes, no need to wet your expensive pants Mr.Choi." the kitchen door opened as Jongho walked out with two giant paper bags, San's eyes scanning the change of printing, somewhat proud she took his suggestion on investing in merchandise printing.

"Here's your usual, one for Princess Mingi and the other princess who lives next door." Placing the bags on the counter he smirked at the man, who cleared his throat, trying not to look at Wooyoung whose resting b*tchface was back, comprised of the look which San easily read, 'Nice to see a clown clowning himself.'

"So, aren't corporate breaks supposed to be like...40 minutes long?" Jongho asked, leaning against the counter as he sighed, "You gonna hurry there and back or you gonna eat with her-"

"I- she has to give paperwork for you that's why she called me, I had a half day anyway." He mumbled, quickly taking out his card that Wooyoung slowly took from him, side-eying the man, who was still mumbling excuses, though all Wooyoung could hear was "We're just neighbours".

Of course, they were just neighbours.

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Shit. Of all the times his car decided to throw a tantrum, it was now. Not only did he leave work late but it was raining, so now, Choi San sat in his car staring at the empty highway, the streetlights his only companion. Clicking his tongue, he tried to switch on the engine again, trying to press on the gas, only for the vehicle to whine in refusal. Sighing he gripped the wheel, resting his forehead against it, sighing at the coolness of the leather. What could he do? Get a cab? No, no cabs would be around right now. Call Yeosang? No, he lived in the opposite direction, he would come to help him, but he knew the man had a presentation due tomorrow. He could…call her. He didn’t want to though; things had become a bit…awkward.

Truth be told he didn’t really want to admit it, but after the Wooyoung incident, he tried to pretend nothing happened and to his amazement, she did too, their routine was as normal as ever, conversations would flow easily, though she’d still do most of the talking. Until one particular Friday night when they were having dinner at her place, she told him she wouldn’t be carpooling anymore because she had finally gotten used to driving and needed to go to other places. Although he was proud, his smile indicating his happiness and joy to see her bloom into a beautiful flower, a nostalgic and heavy blue began to spread in his chest, weighing down on his appetite, as he slowly put down the fork, pushing the plate ever so gently and discreetly, looking at her intently when she began to show him the route she’d take to the market, asking him if it was good or if there was another route. Unfortunately, was too busy looking at her to even care, to even give an honest opinion, she was glowing that night, and he could bask in her warmth forever, but there was no such thing as forever, he knew that happy endings were nonsense, especially when it came down to him. So, after that night, he had slowly begun to distance himself, making sure to leave before she’d wake up and come back later than usual, texting would just comprise of him sending one-liner responses, and he’d even cancelled some of their dinners together saying he had to stay in the office late. Yeosang had asked him a few times about her, but all he’d say was that she was busy and he didn’t want to interfere- that was true though, it was he who helped her out with all the planning and the financial agenda, it was him who supported her endlessly, who pulled her back up to her feet when she’d be close to giving up- but that didn’t mean he wanted to watch her fly away from the front row seats, no, he’d rather see his swan take flight with grace and elegance from the sidelines, he’d be there, he’d always be there, but like her shadow, after all, he too was afraid of being hurt, he couldn’t handle it, not again, after all, they were just neighbours.

A tap on the window had him jerking back into sitting properly, blinking away the blurriness he turned to the window, eyes widening at the figure outside before lowering the window, “What are you-

“Need a ride?” she smiled, trying to conceal any other emotion bubbling within her, her grip on the umbrella tightening when she noticed his frown, not responding to her question, though she could see the questions swirling in his eyes, possibly at the tip of his tongue, but she knew he’d never ask, just keep them in, let them simmer into something else, probably guilt…or anger.

“I had to do a complete inventory check today so I closed up late. Was driving by and I saw your car…” gesturing towards her own car that was parked in front of his, the hazards blinking in the rain.

“My car…broke down.” He mumbled, before reaching for his bag and nodding at her, letting her move back before coming out of the car, waiting for the rain to pour down on his already defeated parade, but that didn’t happen, for she had extended her arm to full height, tilting forward so he was covered by it, letting the water splash onto her head instead. There she went again, worrying about him, trying to rip open the bag he was gripping onto tight, not wanting anything to spill out.

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Patting the droplets off her she pulled out a few tissues and dried her hands. He sat next to her, buckled up, laptop bag on his lap, even though she had told him to put it on the backseat but he refused, holding onto it like a child throwing a tantrum. They’d been driving silently for a while, the only sound between them was of the rain slapping against her little red card.

“Thanks.”

“For what?” she asked, trying not to speed on the slippery highway, the rain had worsened, who knew a light shower was going to turn into a full-blown storm? The problem wasn’t the rain in general but visibility was becoming an issue, well, there was this third party between them, a form of invisible wall that was keeping the two apart, or rather he was being pulled away, while she just held onto him, trying to pull him back to her, though ever so slowly she could sense that he was letting go of her hand.

He never responded to her question, just continuing with the silent treatment. Sighing out of frustration she flicked the left blinker before slowly parking across the yellow line at the side of the road, before them the road was barely visible, she thought he’d question but he didn’t he wasn’t stupid, even though he didn’t want to be here, stuck in the same space as her, too afraid he’d blurt out all he had hidden, he knew even if he took the wheel instead of her, he couldn’t see through the rain. So, the two sat in silence, as if the other wasn’t there, one of the most awkward the two had been with each other like they were strangers all over again. That is until she finally decided to take matters into her own hands,

“Are you…upset with me?”

He looked up from his lap to her, a small pout present on his lips before shaking his head and turning back to stare at his lap.

“Do you…not want to be friends with me anymore?” she knew these questions were somewhat pointless, in the time they had spent together she had learned one thing, that he was rarely bothered by her, in fact sometimes he’d go out of his way to make her feel better, make her feel safer, so what bothered her was not knowing what had he pulling away like this. She thought as she’d grown more independent, he’d be happy, proud of her progress, not this.

“No.”

Was all he said, not even bothering to look at her, instead choosing to take out his phone, maybe he could just check on work or- he couldn’t though, because she snatched it out of his hand. His head whipped in her direction, and a glare followed, “Give it back.” He spat only for her to shake her head and shove it in the pocket of her, shaking her head.

“I said give it back. I’m not joking. I’m not in the mood.” Groaning he leaned closer to her, trying to reach for her pocket but she slapped his hand off his pocket, only for him to grip her wrist, trying to hold his anger at bay.

“Not until you tell me why you hate me!” she yelled tugging her wrist out of his grasp.

“I DON’T HATE YOU!” he yelled back, turning to her completely, his laptop bag falling off his lap, God this car for so small, he barely had leg room!

“THEN WHY ARE YOU PULLING AWAY!”

“BECAUSE I CAN’T STAND AND WATCH WHILE YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND!”

“I- she froze at his words, the weight of the statement settling in around them. Letting out a sigh he turned around, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to control his breathing, trying to stop his thoughts from running around, pushing and shoving every emotion he had buried in below. For a moment he even thought of stepping out in the rain to cool down, but the gentle grip of his shoulder stopped him.

“Mr.Choi please I would never leave you behind, I-

“Oh, stop it, would you.” He scoffed, brushing her hand off his shoulder, “I’ve known you for what? Six, seven months now and you still don’t call me by my first name, I- I literally use your name and you’re so impersonal that –

“I don’t know your first name.”

Once again, they were greeted with silence, at this point the sound of the rain was the only thing keeping the two from exploding at one another, a series of bottled-up feelings, emotions that were untouched for so long, that the layer of dust on them had turned into a sheet of sand, one that had obscured rationality and logic.

“What” Taking in a deep breath he began, “What do you mean?”

Rolling her eyes at him she huffed, “Because you never told me, not once, since the day I met you the only way I found out your last name too was because the security guard greets you as Mr.Choi, and he did that the first next you dropped me home.” Taking the phone out of her pocket she placed it on the dashboard in front of him, “I don’t know why you think I’d leave you; I now own the apartment next to you thanks to you, I have dinner with you almost every other day, I let you carry me around when I’m tired, I cook meals for you not because I am obligated but because I want to, I- I ask you for help all the time with the full confidence that you’ll never say no”, pausing she looked at the road, the rain had slowed, much like the whirlpool of unkempt emotions that were stirring between them, “ and if you haven’t realised by now, I’m not very big on change. So, no, Mr.Choi, I’m not going anywhere, anytime soon.”

“San” he whispered, staring at the road ahead, much like her, too afraid to even look at her, who knew all it would take was a confession like that to calm him down, put his worries to rest, untying the bag he had knotted up so well after he had his broken heart handed back to him.

“Nice to meet you San.” Was all she said before starting the car, now driving home, after the much fearsome, prolonged storm. No other words were exchanged, but unlike before, the silence was no longer awkward or heavy, it was pleasant, a new kind of pleasant, one that oddly enough he was welcoming.

The ride up the elevator was no different, the two were walking casually like nothing had happened, though San knew something had happened, and for some reason, the bitter-sweet reality of it made him want something more to happen, he was only looking for the right moment for it to happen.

She was about to enter her apartment when he called her out, causing her to turn around and almost bump into him, when had he come so close?

“I don’t want to be just neighbours anymore.”

Facing him properly she nodded looking up at him, “I see, then what do you want?”

“I…” averting his gaze he thought for a moment, wondering if he could jump into it, or take caution and slowly see where it goes, though the little critter in his chest was begging him to let loose, his rationality projected by his fears had him second-guessing almost every micro decision he had come up with in these seconds, “I…want…more?”

“Then,” pursing her lips together she narrowed her eyes at him, moving closer to see if he’d move back, but he didn’t, he stood there, staring at her intently, shy yet so curious, she’d barely ever seen him like this before, her lips curving into a smile, “Let’s take it slow?”

He nodded a bit too eagerly at her question, earning a chuckle from her, as she turned around and pointed inside, “Dinner? Though it’s late, I can make us something light?” He had followed her inside that night, somewhat nervous about starting a new chapter in his life, yet, excited like a little boy about to win a race.

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“Mr.Choi, there’s uhh…there’s someone here to meet you?” Mingi’s voice blared out of the speaker causing San to stop typing, frowning at the time, it was 11 am he had no meetings for the day, so why would someone just pop up, Yeosang was on leave today as well so- the door opened and he could hear Mingi calling someone out, “Miss! Wait Mr.Choi hasn’t allowed you to-

“It's…fine Mingi.” He nodded at his assistant, before his eyes locked with her, her smile radiant as ever, as she coly made her way to his desk, “Hi San.” ‘San’, she’d been using his name more often now, all night even at dinner, she’d somehow slip it in every sentence and he’d somehow slip into that gooey pool of mush every time his name would roll off her tongue.

“You- you had a day off today, right? Do you want to spend time together, I-“ he stood up, quickly trying to clean his desk though she placed something on the empty corner of the glass table, “I just came to drop off your lunch San, I made special cookies today, and if you like them, we’ll introduce them, Wooyoung even decided a name for them.”

“Oh?” he asked, his eyes sparkling at the sight of the lunch boxes, a well-fed boy was a happy boy and he was so glad she’d feed him well, even when they were ‘just neighbours’. So, knowing she was still doing that, only adding onto the perk by coming to him and surprising him at work had something within him strangling his heart in joy, “What’s the name?”

“Well…initially it was something I wanted to talk to you about if you’d be okay if I call you that, but then he said we could name them after that, but I feel like only I should be allowed to call you that.” She cleared her throat looking around his spacious office, she never thought his office would be this big or high up for the matter, not a day went by where this man didn’t amaze him.

He stopped opening the boxes to look up at her, “What do you want to call me?”

“Sannie.”

.

Things had been great, well, somewhat, although they were ‘no longer neighbours’, there was still no official label and it confused San how she was alright with that. Sure, they’d spend more time together now, she’d drop by sometimes before lunch just to drop off his lunch, but he was still San at work, and only Sannie when the two were alone. Moreover, they’d never really been…physical. Not that he didn’t want to ‘do the deed’ or something- well, technically- no he did but, this isn’t what he meant, he knew they were taking it slow, but sometimes, he’d feel the affectionate Sannie resurface and it would take everything in his power to hold him back. What if she wasn’t into that? What if she thought he was clingy overbearing or too sensitive? Would she think he’s coming on too strong if he asked ‘what they were’?

“Sannie?” she asked, poking his shoulder, “You aren’t eating, don’t like the food or the movie?” Placing her plate on the coffee table she paused the film when he didn’t look at her, “Sannie…you gotta talk to me about these things, I can’t read your mind-

“Would you like to start a business venture with me?” In front of him was not her Sannie or San, no, turning to face her with a hard face and honest eyes was a man sitting up straight, hands pressed against his knees, it was Mr.Choi.

“Umm…I…like a collaboration?”

“Yes, of sorts.”

“I…I mean I don’t really need Jongho’s permission it is just my business.”

“It is.”

“I guess…but don’t you already have a job, San?” was he planning on quitting?

“I do, but this venture is more important, I prefer it over my job.”

“Sannie, my café is doing good, but quitting your job for it, especially at the designation you’re at it’s not logical-

“Be my girlfriend”, he yelled in frustration, cutting her off before meekly averting his gaze, “Please…”

“I…” she took a minute to think before scooting closer to him, his fingers digging into the material of his pants, though when she placed her hands over his, he visibly relaxed, “I just love how you’re so uptight Mr.Choi.”

She smiled, but he only frowned at that, why would she call him by his last name? Did he do anything to upset her? Was he perhaps moving too quickly for her liking? Or should he have been more romantic- actually this wasn’t really romantic at all, he can’t believe he just did that, he should’ve thought this through, he should’ve planned properly, it had only been a month and –

His brain switched off because of the sudden pressure on his lips, hands automatically reaching to hold onto the source, she was…kissing him? His eyes closed when she slowly moved closer, helping her onto his lap as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, taking charge, until she slowly pushed him back, his back pressing against the sofa, eyes flickering open to meet her flushed face, a small smile gracing her lips, he had smudged her lipstick- nice.

“Do I…take that as a yes?” he sighed, body completely relaxed, his hands giving her waist a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t know, maybe we should seal the deal again?”

His chuckle echoed across the room, film and food long forgotten, the only thing he could focus on was her, and slowly, he began to feel as if the gates he was trying to keep closed were merely inches away from bursting open.

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“We need to talk.”

“Um…okay, why are you slowly letting go of the weights- Jongho, Jongho, buddy, stop.” He wheezed, looking up at his spotter who was glaring down at him, “How serious are you?” he asked lifting the weights ever so slightly.

“FOR STAYING ALIVE, PRETTY SERIOUS- JONGHO!” he gasped when the man almost let go of the weight.

“Should we…stop them?” Wooyoung asked, yes, he too had become their newest addition to their gym buddies’ group, Yeosang who was walking on the treadmill beside him shrugged, “I don’t think so, this is between them, plus knowing San took a year just to confess to her, even though he was treating her like he was her boyfriend, I believe Jongho has every right to harass him.”

“I’m serious.” Jongho warned, glaring at the man who was not only turning blue but was now drenched in cold sweat, shaking his head and pleading out an ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

“I mean her, I’ve had to pick up the pieces once and I let it go because the guy wasn’t directly involved, but you- you son of a- you have her sitting at the café daydreaming about what you’d like to eat at night. You have her calling me at night asking me what shirt you’d think she looks best in? Would you prefer her in pants or a skirt- you have her working her ass off to make you proud and so help me God if you ever even think of hurting her-

Before he could finish his monologue San threw the weights off him, heaving as he stood up, wiping the drool off his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up straight, his breathing heavy as he looked directly at Jongho, “Never. Do that. Again. And I may be a slow-witted loser but I am no abuser- and her” he turned to look at the hoodie on the opposite bench, a blue hoodie, there was nothing special about the hoodie, but the fact that it was the first ever gift she had given him, telling him she had a matching one, so they could wear it together at home, “I don’t even think I spend a single moment of my pathetic life where I can’t be thinking about her.”

By now Yeosang and Wooyoung had gotten off the treadmills and were standing on standby just in case things escalated, but San’s confession had them staring at him in awe. Well, Wooyoung was just glad that the clown had stopped clowning himself, but Yeosang, no, he was thrilled if not glad that San had finally accepted to let himself be happy once more, he had allowed himself to love once more- even if this was just the first stage, even if they were still going through their awkward relationship stages, he was just glad to know that things were getting better for San.

Jongho looked at him before nodding, then turning to point at the weights, “Throwing gym equipment is stupid, no wonder people like you who make so much money are careless.” Clicking his tongue at him he picked up his duffle bag, “Anyway, Shakespeare, Imma hit the showers, don’t forget she’s making you pasta tonight, so you better hurry up.” He left San standing there, letting his own speech process, slowly the seed had begun to germinate and deep down he knew, he was counting on it to turn into a field, one she could run around in, laughing with joy.

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Sighing she slowly pulled away from him, being extremely careful of two things; firstly, to not wake him up and secondly to not cause any harm to his sheets. She didn’t want to stay at his place tonight, she even told him no because he had an early meeting tomorrow, and she was on her… period, so to sleep over with her new boyfriend and possibly leak on his pristine white sheets was not on the agenda, that and the fact that the cramps were hitting hard and her back was probably broken just made it more difficult for her to find the perfect position.

So, that’s how she found herself sitting on his couch, hoping to God that the pain medicine would start working soon, or maybe it could take a few hours and San could get a good night’s rest and by the time he’s about to wake up, she’d slip right back in and-

“Are you okay?”

“SHIT” throwing a cushion at him she whined, especially when it hit him square in the face, causing him to stumble back, pouting at her, “What did I do?”

“I’m sorry, Sannie, I- I’m fine I promise, I just couldn’t sleep and your sheets are clean and-

“Yes, I am aware my sheets are clean, so you don’t have to worry-

“That’s why I am worried,” she sighed only for it to turn into a groan as she hugged herself, trying to ease the pain. Oh, he looked at her, he’d seen this before, he knew what had happened, “Do you think I’ll find it weird if you…I mean…It's normal if it happens right?”

“It's gross.” She mumbled only for him to sigh and slowly reach for her arm, “Do you want me to carry you?” he asked as if it was completely normal, umm…it wasn’t technically? He’d just carry her around when she’d refuse to do something or when he was in his playful Sannie mood- which was often only behind closed doors when the suit didn’t define him.

“nO” Quickly getting up she motioned for him to walk first, “Why-“

“JUST DO IT” she yelled only for him to quickly turn around and head towards his bedroom, no need to piss off his girlfriend during that time of the month. Huffing out in frustration she ‘readjusted’ her pants, trying to reposition the horrid excuse of a lady diaper, no, she did not want him to see this scene, it was not even remotely attractive.

Sighing she laid down next to him, what she had forgotten was how much this man loved physical affection because as soon as she turned to face him, he pulled her closer, her face pressing into his neck as he rested his chin on top of her head, an arm under her head acting as his pillow and the other one securely wrapped around her waist. Now she needed to stay still, especially when she heard him snore, he had fallen asleep so quickly, of course, he was tired, the guilt slowly settling in. She really should have gone home tonight.

Her body jerked when a sharp pain shot across her lower half, her fingers gripping his shirt as she held her breath, trying to restrict extra movements. At this point she could just wither away in pain, waiting for the meds to work before she wakes him up and he throws her out for not letting him get a decent night’s sleep.

For a few moments, her little movements continued until he abruptly pulled away and wordlessly sat up, to reach for something on his nightstand, probably his phone- man, she should really apologise and leave now, but before she could make her way off the bed he turned around and stood on his knees, slowly pushing her to lay on her front, “Umm…San?”

“Your back hurts, right?” he mumbled, gently lifting her shirt to reveal some of the skin, “I hope this helps, my sister recommended it.” With that he began to rub the ointment on her lower back, trying to mimic the similar motions she’d use while working on his neck or shoulders from time to time- yes, he had finally obtained that perk. He only stopped when she completely relaxed under his touch, smiling when he realised, she was asleep, gently pulling her shirt back down he got off the bed, tucking her in, making sure to place a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on the bedside. Little did she know that she had been in pain all night and not just a few minutes, she dozed off sometime in between only to wake up in pain again, though he had slept through most of it peacefully, which is why when he woke up, feeling her shiver in pain, he realised getting up a few minutes before his alarm rang wouldn’t be so bad, he could use the time to help her out, so while reaching for the ointment he had also shut off his alarm, knowing he wouldn’t be going to sleep once he helped her out.

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“Ignoring you?” he asked, wiping another cup and handing it to her as she stacked it on the rack with a pout, “Well, not ignoring, he’s just…gone quiet like he’s giving me the silent treatment.” She explained, looking to see if Jongho, who was brooming was listening to them, only to find him staring at her, “Oh I don’t know maybe he’s upset about the fact that your ex-fiancé came here since you invited him?”

“Wait- WAIT WHAT?” Wooyoung gasped, turning to Jongho who nodded, “Soohyuk wanted to see her, and she won’t tell me why, she called him here and ironically he and San had entered at the same time, and instead of introducing him to Soohyuk she just talked to him and ignored San.”

“Man, I’m never gonna take an off again, so much drama in one day.” Was all Wooyoung had said, yet the poor boy got smacked with a tissue, before watching her stomp out of the café, leaving the two men staring at her confused.

“Umm…do we stop her?”

“Nah…” was all Jongho said, the only reason he even knew about this issue was because the moment he had seen Soohyuk enter he knew something was up, what he didn’t expect was for her to go to him instead of San, and ironically, she didn’t even introduce San, which confused him even more. The moment he had looked at the other man, he noticed the way his eyes had gone blank, void of any emotion, yet he could see the one hiding behind his eyes, he knew what he was thinking, one of the many things San had confessed to him about- once the two had become official and Jongho would keep tabs on him- was his fear of being left behind, knowing that one day, eventually everyone would leave him, even her. So, yes, when she had walked past the finance director like he was a mere stranger, he knew this would trigger San, he just didn’t know in which direction the river would flow.

A knock on the door caused the two to look up, Yeosang just sighed, “At this point, you should just fire Mingi.” Shaking his head at his friend San called out to the person, permitting them to enter, usually with the glass walls and door he could see who was on the other side, but for the past two days the blinds were lowered, concealing whatever was happening inside his office, much like whatever was happening inside his heart. The door opened to reveal someone he had been avoiding for the past few days, though he never said anything to make her leave.

Yeosang looked at San’s expression morph into displeasure, turning in his seat to find the man’s significant other standing there, quickly standing up he smiled at her, greeting her before excusing himself.

Honestly, she was surprised by Yeosang’s reaction, she thought he’d be upset with her, Jongho was upset with her and considering Yeosang and San were good friends, she presumed that San might’ve just told him about the issue, though maybe he didn’t or maybe he did and Yeosang is just very good at pretending.

“You could’ve called.” Was all he had said until he found her standing right next to him, her hands gripping onto the armrests of his chair, turning his swivel chair to face her, his eyes widening at the proximity, they were still at his workplace, what if someone barged in? What if Mingi came in?

“I can’t fall behind, I’m tired of falling behind.” She said leaning closer, not to kiss him, but to make sure he was still looking at her, she needed him to understand her perspective, needed him to understand her insecurities, “He knows about you.”

Scoffing in retaliation he leaned closer and hissed, “I don’t care if he does,” eyes scanning her face for any hint or gesture of insincerity, but he couldn’t see it, or perhaps his foolish heart had convinced him once more, deceiving him into making him believe she was his.

“Then why are you upset?” her hands let go of the chair, reaching for his, but he pulled back, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the chair as he stared up at her, “Falling behind? What do you mean by that, was this all a race or competition where you were trying to win him ba-

“Choose your words carefully Mr.Choi.” she cut him off, words seething with anger.

“Because they’re true?” coking his head to the side he noticed the way her hands were fisted at her sides, nails digging into her palms, “Tell me.”

“I…” letting out a shaky breath she looked at her shoes, no longer having the confidence to look at his face, “I couldn’t let him…I didn’t know what he was…going to say…I can’t lose you; I didn’t want to…he came to apologise…nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t want you to meet someone who never saw me the way you see me, what if you realised…that it wasn’t worth it anymore more…that it was a waste of time.” Walking over to the chair at the other end of the table she sat down, eyeing all his paperwork, “I…I’m sorry, I should’ve told you, I can’t hold you back just because I’m left behind all the time.”

He watched her intently, listening to each word, slowly realising what she meant, but he also came to another realisation, they were still walking on eggshells, especially around each other, choosing not to show their greys to each other, choosing to leave out the bad parts of the story, the poorly written scenes and the abrupt jump cuts, yet, this form of false perfection was what was making it worse for them, worse for him, especially when he knew that he no longer liked her. He no longer felt the same attraction- he felt more.

He was in love with her.

Turning to face her, he took a deep breath, his hands on the table, slowly reaching over to hold hers, his thumbs running soothing circles over her hands, “I…I was…I…I don’t want you to leave me too. Before you, there was someone else.”  He felt her go tense under his words, his eyes flickered to hers, noticing the settling anxiety, before he gave her a gentle smile, “Was…don’t worry, she didn’t want my heart anymore and I…I guess I didn’t want to give it to anyone anymore either. Until you came along, crying outside because you lost the key to your own apartment…I swear I was going to ignore you and leave, but…” Letting out a dry chuckle he glanced at the clock, she often did come by when it was lunch, maybe he’d take her somewhere special today, far from the office and the café, “I couldn’t, and I don’t know how…maybe because you were so patient with me, maybe I saw myself in you, I wanted to make sure you had someone to help you whenever you’d fall…but I was also scared that if I gave you my heart, you’d give it back and…f*ck Yeosang was right.” He sighed, giving up on where this was going, trying to pull his hands back but her grip tightened, causing him to look at her in surprise.

“He was…but I like it…I like that you’re a romantic, Sannie.” She smiled lacing their fingers together, “I won’t force you…but I need you to understand that I…I fell in love with you the day you unlocked my door for me… I just waited for the day you’d return the feelings…so yeah, I’ll confess, that I’ve loved you from the start.”

His eyes widened at the confession, face turning pink at the realisation, this must be love. The feeling that was brewing inside of him, ready to burst, this must be love. His whole body felt warm and fuzzy, he wanted to run to her and pull her close, almost engulfing her whole being, but his legs felt like jelly, this must be love. Though he didn’t need to get up, because she had come to him, smiling down at him as she cupped his face, her thumb stroking his cheek, he looked up at her through hooded eyes, enjoying the warmth, welcoming this nostalgic sensation, this must be love.

“I love you.” He whispered, hands gripping her waist, fingers digging into her, holding onto her as if he were afraid, she’d disappear.

“It’s about time you realise.” Letting out a chuckle she leaned closer, brushing her lips over hers, about to say something when they heard a static sniff followed by a sob, both of them freezing in act.

“Mingi…how long have you been there for?”

“I forgot to tell you your mic was on…sir.”

.

“Couple’s activities?” he mumbled, staring up from his book, his reading glasses at the tip of his nose as his girlfriend at the edge of the bed, legs crossed with a magazine in her lap, successfully stealing yet another one of his hoodies. The glow of the lamp illuminated her innocent features, though he knew behind those sparkly eyes hid some agenda that he would soon regret, even though he loved her with all his heart, he had realised long before that being an only child meant that her parents had always kept her busy, books, movies, school, other activities, even got her a Jongho- now that Jongho had completely passed her onto him, it was his job to entertain his princess in the late hours of the night.

“So…like se-

“No, you pervert- my God, all men are the same.” She huffed picking up the magazine to show him the list on the glossy, extremely bright coloured paper, the glare of the lamp just making it more difficult for him to read, “That’s a long list- I’m not going skydiving- YOU AREN’T either.”

“Sheesh, fine, but we can try cutting your hair.”

His hand instinctively went to his luxurious onyx locks, he liked his hair the way it was, and he knew she did too, from how she’d run her fingers through it when they’d be lazing around, from how she’d play with his hair when he’d lay on her lap for a little nap, from how she’d tug and pull on it when they’d be…

“Just a trim!” she broke his chain of thoughts, crawling to him and slapping the magazine on his lap, “You said you needed a trim! And- and it’ll be free!” she smiled, giving him the cutest face she could muster, though he stared back at unamused.

“No.”

“I- but- Sannie,” whining she pointed at the small text, “It’s so intimate and it’s- it’s all about trust.” Grabbing his arm she shook him violently, he almost missed the early stages of their relationship, where she was still shy and nervous around him, now she’d gained the confidence to be bratty around him, even demanding they sleep at his place because ‘You have a bigger bathtub’, incorrect, he didn’t but maybe she just liked using his shampoo- not that he’d mind, he preferred her smelling like she belonged to him, his scent carrying around her.

“How about a free massage as well?”

"There. All done." He finally opened his eyes to stare at his reflection in the mirror, confused at first, then angered, then even a bit humoured, "Um...what do u think is different with this and my usual haircut?" It was his fault, it really was, he agreed to this nonsense and now…he even fell asleep when she was working on his shoulders, but that was before she cut- no chopped off his beautiful locks.

"I... I mean it's a bit different Sannie but I-" she tried to clarify, smoothening it down, only to flatten it and…perhaps make it a bit worse, see, the thing was, during her little barber role-play, she had realised she’d trimmed a bit too much on one side, so she had to even it out and that led to umm…well

'I look like a POTATO!" her glared at her through the mirror, face red with embarrassment.

"NOOO! U don’t" whining she leaned closer to peck his cheek but he pulled away, whipping his head in her direction to glare at her, then looked at his hair through the mirror again, hands going to pull on the short hair, it was so…short, "Please, I love you, I know you said haircutting is a couple's activity but- babe I"

Hearing a sniff, he stopped staring up at her reflection, he didn't mean for her to cry, but the way she was biting her lower lip tugged at his heart. "I-"

Before he could start a giggle escaped her and he stopped, glaring at her, his face blank like the first time they met, "Ma’am, is something funny?"

"No....Mr.Potato head"

.

“Good morning Mr.Choi - what's up with this cap" Mingi looked at his boss who zoomed past him into the office, tugging on his baseball cap, slamming the door behind him as he yelled.

"Nothing Mingi, whatever happens, DO NOT let Yeosang in my office today"

"He's already there, sir."

Frowning San turned to meet eyes with a familiar brunette, his chin in his palm as he sat on San’s seat, a little smirk ever so present as he eyed the taller man, all dressed up in a nice suit, the only thing odd about him was the smudged lipstick on his jaw, which he probably didn’t even know was there and the baseball cap.

"Your girlfriend dropped you off huh? Car trouble again?'" Yeosang asked, before pointing at his jaw, “You also got a little something there Mr.Choi, guess the black waistcoat is a fan favourite, huh?”

San quickly made his way to his desk, grabbing the chair the other man was on and rolling it away from his monitor, mumbling as he grabbed a few tissues to wipe off the lipstick, he couldn’t even be mad at her because it was his idea to follow couple’s activity #43 ‘Wear a lipstick shade your partner likes’, apparently, he liked it a bit too much.

After that little entrance, they’d been sitting peacefully, with San working away and Yeosang…well he was just wasting time as usual, though at least he had yet to ask the question.

“So, what’s with the cap”, Yeosang asked as he made an intricate paper plane with another one of San's documents, they were going in the shredder anyway.

The other man, pouted for a split second before clearing his throat, "My head feels cold." continuing typing like he didn't care.

"I see." Yeosang eyed him before throwing the plane at him, watching the pointy nib smack against the man's cap, earning a glare, "So, will you bring her as your plus one to this annual fundraiser? Has she cleared all your tests? Check marks all your boxes of requirements of a partner?"

Sighing he leaned back at the thought, did she? Was she the ideal partner he asked for? Sure, she was somewhat clumsy and bratty, but then again, he wasn't the best either, he was whiney and slow-witted at times but with what they two had been through, how much they had grown, how much she had grown, of course she'd been the one, he had come to this realization when he saw her waiting outside for him in the rain, 'worried about him'.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said eying the man who was too lost in thought as he got up to leave, "By the way she was wrong."

"Hmm?" he frowned at his friend who was dusting off his clothes, "You don't look cute, you do look like Mr Potato head".

.

“San, I swear upon your Benz, if you turn off the heater, I’ll key your car.” She shivered, pulling another blanket over them as he pushed it off, trying to reach over her for the remote of the heater only to slap his hand away, “YAH CHOI SAN”

“ITS HOT! AND STUFFY! I’M SWEATING LOOK!” he lifted his sweatshirt for-  honestly, she really forgot what his point was, a bit too distracted for her own good before he huffed and took it off completely, flinging it across the room, giving her all the blankets and laying on his back, “It’s barely even winter, and look at you. I said don’t go playing in the snow, you can barely withstand a cool breeze, you thought the snow was gonna go easy on you? You’re just like Wooyoung, both of you are the same with the snow and winter.”

“Well, not everyone has the body temperature of an old, grumpy cat, Sannie.” She huffed, scooting closer to him, trying to steal his body heat, the fabric of the quilt making his skin burn.

“OLD?”

“Well, I did call you Mr.Choi out of respect too, I thought you were wayyyyyyyyyyy older than me.” Turning his head on the pillow to look at her, he made a face, rolling his eyes at the innocent smile she gave him, the tip of her nose still pink, shrugging at him. Sighing he moved closer to her, much to her pleasure.

“Take off your pants.”

“You really are an old pervert-

“Couple’s activity #136, you genius.” He huffed manoeuvring so he was under the blankets with her.

“I refuse to accept we’ve done so many.”

“We haven’t, I tore out some pages because I was not going to do couple’s yoga on the balcony.”

“Ah…I see. Anyway, still not going to take off my pants because you’re a bit needy.” She sighed, when he pulled her closer, his body heat helping her shivering body calm down.

“Well, aren’t you just an innocent peach, activity 136 says sharing body warmth is important and intimate, you can use me as a human heater and I can use you like a cooling pack.” He said tugging at the band of her pants, helping her out of them, sighing when he felt her cold legs on his warm ones, making the blanket a bit more bearable.

“Who knew Sannie was so thoughtful.” She purred, nuzzling her face in his neck, earning a huff, his arms tightening around her, squeezing her until she let out an airy laugh in protest.

“I am very thoughtful.” He sighed, feeling her relax against him.

“That you are…Mr.Potato head.”

.

Huffing out in both frustration and bliss she stared up at the ceiling, the warm mood lights in her room, feeling him flopping down beside her, the bed trembling at the act.

“Tub’s filling up. You’re also out of bath bombs”

“Your tub is bigger- how many did you use this time?”

“No. It is not…. around four” He sighed laying on his back to stare up at the ceiling with her, his hands reaching for hers, knuckles brushing against hers before she slowly tangled their fingers together, “Thank you for taking me to your event tonight…I really liked it.”

“Thank you for being my plus one.” He smiled, thinking back to how when anyone and everyone there would ask him who she was he’d introduce her as his girlfriend, the love of his life, someone he potentially wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“Though I believe making sure I can’t walk tomorrow is going to be a problem for me at work.”

“Couple’s activity #159.”

“Did it specify tearing my favourite dress?”

“No, but the San in the mirror who used to have nice hair told me to.”

.

Two years, she had been together with this man for two very happy years, yet he still could confuse her every time he asked her something very important, such as now, right in her café, well, technically she was in the storage closet, counting and restocking when he walked in unannounced.

“Umm…is there no one there to take your order, Sannie?” she asked, looking up at him, using a carton as a makeshift seat, clipboard in her lap, she didn’t even want to do it, but once again, she had lost an epic battle of rock paper scissors from not only Jongho, but Wooyoung as well. The man above her frowned before shaking his head, ever so quiet.

“Okay…was there no one to stop you from coming back here- in an employee-only area.” She asked as he shook his head again, before sitting down beside her on the floor legs crossed, now with the different of elevation, looking up at her with a frown.

“Okay…do you…want to say something?”

“What’s your five-year plan?” he asked, rolling up his sleeves before looking at her, his hands on his knees, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants.

“Ummm…well…what does that mean?” she asked, finally giving up on inventory to get on the floor with him, facing him, sitting in a similar position as she looked at him, noticing how he had closed the storage room door after entering, he needed privacy, so this was an important question to him.

“Where do you see yourself in Five years?”

Oh.

Her eyes widened at the question, throat drying up as she looked at anything but his face, he looked so serious, so focused, like what he had asked her was just like a business deal, well, maybe it was- but that wasn’t all it was, she knew what he meant, she knew he’d have his moments of self-doubt, he’d have moments where the crippling anxiety of having his heart smashed into pieces once more had him awake at night, he’d have his moments where he’d begin to fall, having nothing to hold onto- only this time, he had her.

“I see myself as a Mrs.Choi.”

His ears picked up the all-too-familiar name, his lips quirking up at the mention of his name, blushing like a school girl he almost squealed, leaning over to grab her hands and pull her closer, only his lack of judgement of strength had him pulling her onto his lap- or maybe that is what he wanted to do all along. All she knew was that she was merely inches away from him, his small dimpled smile gracing her with all its glory, “I think I see that too.”

“Yeah?” she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap properly, “You see me as a Mrs.Choi?”

“No.” he smiled, locking his arms behind her waist as he noticed her small pout in confusion, pulling her even closer, until the tips of their noses bumped at the sudden jerk, “I see myself as your Mr.Choi.” His dimples deepened when she gasped, before closing the gap between them, leaving small pecks all over his face, leaving him a flustered, blushing mess as she smothered him with all the love that he had closed himself off to, all the love that was taken from him when his heart was tossed back at him, all the love she had in her that was never meant for anyone else other than him, all the love the two planned to share, for as long as they could, hoping it could bloom into something more beautiful one day.

“And I think I see you two getting out of my storage closet before I call the cops.”

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These are all hazbin hotel Alastor imagines!!!

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Key notes: I don’t not write male inserts

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Fem!= female bodied reader

Yan!= yandere

NSFW = smut (sexual content) 18+

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Ch= chubby reader

DC= dubious content

NC= non-consent

Plat= platonic pair

I might post these to A03 so please be on the lookout for!!!!

Alastor Requests

Acts of service

Cockwarming

Submissive Alastor

Jealous Alastor

A reminder to All

Pretty princess

Love language

Deal of a lifetime

Short fluff

Perfect wife

Retired pornstar

Run Darlin

Appetence

Ears

In the club

Nonbinary

More like a cat

Not so big and bad

Valentine special ❤️

Valentine special 2❤️

Cannibalism 1 / Cannibalism 2

Ruined Redemption

Bagged a baddie

We meet again

Mornings after

His sweet melody

Snatch & saved

Pretty lady

Friends

3 in 1

Jealous hubby

Behind Bars

Need someone older

Nine tails

Agape

Unwillingly Yours

Short Alastor series

A Deal With God

Price to Pay

Anyway you want me baby

Dangerously in love

Always a Radio Star

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