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maria-akira · 3 years

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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader — PART 2

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READ PART 1 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he needs to (fake) date you. if he falls inlove again, he loses, and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: making out, pre-smut???, michael as a tiktok fuckboy, + me not proofreading this hahah sorry

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song :)

please excuse any errors. enjoy!

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It had been a few hours since Y/N arrived at home. She changed into an oversized shirt and a comfy pair of shorts. To be honest, she has never tutored anyone before, except for her baby brother Aaron. With Aaron it was just 1+1 or 2x3, you know? The basics.

"Mom, someone's coming over tonight!" She called out from upstairs,

"Who will?"

Y/N didn't know what to say. Her parents knew about Michael, and how they broke up. She didn't want her mom to know that it was him who would be coming over. Why hide it? She'll see him anyways.

"Michael! Michael Langdon!" Y/N went downstairs to finally face her mom.

"Wait, your ex?"

"Yeah.."

Her mom laughed, "Oh my, looks like something's gonna happen~" She said in a sing-song tone while she prepared dinner.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Oh my goood mom! That was 2 years ago, he just asked if I could tutor him. Apparently, he's failing."

"He's what? Failing? Isn't he one of the top students in your batch?"

"Yeah, I honestly don't know what happened to hi—"

Ding Dong!

Oh my god, She felt her heart beating fast.

Y/N walked to the front door and opened it, and there he was. Michael Langdon in his grey sweatpants and black hoodie.

"Hey, Y/N." Michael greeted, giving her a smile.

Y/N looked him up and down,

"Hi." She gave him a sarcastic look and stepped out of the way, gesturing him to come in.

Y/N's mom squealed, "Oh my, Michael! Look how you've grown!" She squeezed him into a hug and it made Michael laugh.

Aaron came down the stairs to see what the fuss was about. When he saw Michael, he rushed towards him and hugged his thigh.

"Michaeeeelll!! You're here!" Aaron giggled

Aaron loved Michael a lot. When Y/N and Michael were still together, he would always play with him.

"Hey, slugger! Now you've grown alot too, huh?" Michael kneeled down to his height and ruffled his hair, "Yup! I'm a big boy now." Aaron said proudly with his chin up.

Slugger. That was the nickname Michael gave him.

"Is Michael staying over?" Aaron pouted and gave her puppy eyes.

Y/N panicked. How was she gonna explain?

"Well, he actually came over to study for school, but he—"

"Of course I'll stay over! Anything for you, slugger." Michael cut her off. Y/N widened her eyes, making a 'what the fuck are you doing?!?!' expression at him.

Y/N faked a cough, "Aaron, go stay with mom okay? Michael and I will be studying now."

Aaron whined and crossed his arms. "But I wanna play with Michaaael!!"

"You'll do that later. After all, he said that he'll be staying over." She looked over to Michael and gave him a sarcastic smile.

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After a few moments of arguing with Aaron, Y/N and Michael finally went upstairs. "Your room changed alot." Michael said as he looked around her room for the first time in 2 years. Once Y/N shut the door, she stormed over to Michael.

"Langdon what the fuck was that down there?!?! I only allowed you to come over, not stay over! Where will you even sleep?!"

"In a bed, duh."

Y/N slapped his forehead, causing Michael to wince at the pain.

"Are you that stupid?! Sleep on the fucking floor!" She hid her face in her hands out of frustration, then lifting her head again. "You know what? Fuck it. I don't care anymore."

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"So if you move negative four here, what will you get?" Y/N asked, pointing her pencil on the equation. It's now 8PM, Michael and her were studying the last subject for the day, which was Math.

Michael analyzed the problem, then wrote down the answer. "Fifty.. three?" He slid the paper to her direction. While Y/N was checking his solution, he received a message from Duncan.

Dunc 🖕🏻: how's tutoring going?

Michael: its fine ig, lmao im staying over 😴

Dunc 🖕🏻: yooo what?? where you gonna sleep?

Michael: beside her? idk im still gonna play video games with her brother so i guess i'll sleep beside her 😶

Michael: brb shes done checking my solution

"Michael," She called for his attention, He let out a hum in response. "Your solution is correct.. But to avoid confusion, change this into an arrow instead of an equal sign, because it isn't the final answer yet." Y/N pointed out his mistake and circled it with a mechanical pencil.

Michael smiled. despite this 'trying to get her trust back' thing, he thought that Y/N was adorable like this. Focused with academics. He admired her alot.

Y/N looked over at Michael, "Langdon, are you even listening?" She snapped her fingers in attempt to catch Michael's attention.

Michael went back to reality, "Yeah. I get it now, thanks Y/N." Michael got his paper back and saw all the check marks. While Michael was distracted with his paper, Y/N stood up and streched. "They're all correct?" He looked up at her and asked in fake disbelief. Y/N rolled her eyes, "Duh, what are all the check marks for, dimwit?" She furrowed her eye brows and made her way to the door.

She glanced over at the clock beside her mirror, it was already 8:15 PM. "Hey, we have to go down for dinner now." She looked over to him and opened the door. Michael stood up and made his way to the door, stopping by the mirror, "Damn, I'm hot." Michael said as he praised his reflection in the mirror. When Y/N heard this, she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Yeah sure, maybe in a different planet." She insulted, playfully hitting his arm.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, you miss me." Michael leaned on the wall with the support of his arm. Y/N shut the door.

"What makes you say that, Langdon?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

"I've seen the way you look at me, baby. Admit it, you miss me, you wanna kiss me, you wanna be mine all over again."

"Don't hit me with your 'say you miss me, say you wanna kiss me.' shit, Langdon. I'm not that stupid," Y/N pulled on the neckline of Michael's hoodie, signalling him to come closer. Now, their faces were a few centimeters apart.

"Let's face the facts here, Langdon. Actually? you want me." She pulled him even closer, her lips ghosting over his. Michael moved closer in attempt to kiss her, yet to no avail. Y/N smirked and pushed him away. "You know, you're better than that." She gave him a little tap on the cheek and left the room, slamming the door in his face.

Michael was speechless. Y/N did change, a lot.

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"So what brings you here, Michael?" Y/N's father asked, eating a slice of steak that was on his plate. "I'm currently failing some of my classes and I asked Y/N if she could help me. Luckily, she agreed." Michael looked over to Y/N and gave her a smile. She kicks him under the table, causing him to flinch.

"Will you be staying over, Michael? It's getting late." Y/N's mother asked this time, "If that would be okay with you, Mrs. Y/L/N." Michael replied, looking over to Y/N again.

Well, let's say that everyone looked at Y/N after Michael said that.

The silence made Y/N glance at them, "Why are you all looking at me..?" She said in a confused tone, her mom shot her a 'is it okay if he sleeps in your room' look. Y/N sighed, "Fine, he'll sleep in my room." Now, everyone went back to what they were doing.

After dinner, Y/N's mom called up Michael's parents to inform them that he would be staying for the night.

Y/N was washing the dishes tonight, and of course Michael volunteered to help her.

"Why did you even volunteer? You hate washing dishes, Langdon." She said as she cleaned a dirty plate with the soap filled sponge.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N. Can't I change?" He replied, rinsing one of the dishes that Y/N cleaned.

Y/N scoffed, "You? Change?"

Michael elbowed her side, "Hey, I did change!"

"Whatever." She went back to what she was doing cleaned the rest of the dishes, ignoring Michael's statement.

After a few more dishes, her hair started to slip away from the loose ponytail she made earlier. Her hands were slippery and full of soap, if she were to wash her hands and fix her hair, then go back to washing the dishes, her hands would be wet again. Plus, the drying towel was on Michael's side. So she asked for his help.

"Michael," Her voice was soft. Softer than usual. "Yea?" Michael replied, still rinsing the dishes.

"Can you please tie my hair up? It's slipping away."

"Hold on." Michael shook the water off his hands and dried it using the towel beside him, while Y/N turned her back over to his direction. Michael removed the hair tie and bit on it. He started gathering her hair from the top, combing his fingers through her soft, silky hair. He was very gentle. After he gathered her hair, he removed the hair tie from his teeth and tied her hair, careful not to tug too hard.

Y/N turned around to face him, "Hm, maybe you did change," Michael was curious when she paused. "Because you used to be so aggressive when you tied my hair." She joked and finished off the dishes that were left.

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It's now 11 pm. Michael is in Aaron's room playing video games, and Y/N is alone in her room, doing some extra school work that was due for next week.

Like any other Friday night, girls like Y/N's age would be out partying like there was no tomorrow. After that one time she was really drunk and a guy touched her inappropriately, she never went out partying again.

Once Y/N finished her school work, she decided to take a shower. She wanted to take advantage of Michael's absence and stay in the shower longer than usual. Like a typical teenage girl, she would blast music in the shower, dancing and singing like she had a whole audience to perform for.

Y/N wrapped a towel around her body and left the bathroom to get her clothes from the dresser. Little did she know, Michael was back from her brother's room.

"I see you still have that body, huh?" Michael smirked and looked her up and down. Y/N turned around to see Michael on her bed. Her instincts told her to scream and throw an object at him, so she did.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Chill, it's not like you haven't sent me your nudes before." Michael dodged whatever she threw at him and laughed.

"Yea, and I regret sending those to your ugly ass. If I could turn back time, I would've sent them to your hot bestfriend, Duncan was it?" She turned around again to get her clothes from the dresser. Michael walked over to her and grabbed her neck from behind,

"What did you fucking say?" He growled in her ear. She smirked and bat her eyelashes innocently at him.

"I said, I would've sent them to Duncan. You should set me up with him, hm?" Y/N knew what she was doing, "Aww, is little Mikey getting jealous?" She mocked in fake sympathy. She removed his hand from her neck, turned around to face him and gave him a pout.

Michael was furious. What has gotten into him? He doesn't even love her. He just fell into a stupid bet just to fuck some girl's pussy after he fucks with her ex's feelings. But why does he feel like this? Like he needs to have Y/N only for himself?

Before Y/N went back to the bathroom to get dressed, she just had to get on Michael’s nerves again, as if she wasn’t already. At this point, she could literally see fire in his eyes. He was really mad. But why?

"Look at you, Mikey. You can't respond when you react." She giggled and gave him a quick nose boop as the cherry on top for her little act. But she wasn't getting away so fast. When she turned her back on him, Michael aggresively wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her, securing an arm around her waist.

"Where do you think you're going, you little shit? You aren't getting away easily after that stunt." The grip on Y/N's throat slowly tightened. "W-Wh... Why are you so mah-d.. Huh?" She managed to choke out.

Michael left soft kisses against her neck, while slowly loosening the grip on her throat. "See, Mikey? You're the one who misses me." Y/N whimpered, using her free hand to pull on Michael's hair in hopes of prying him off, but he was stubborn. Y/N whispered in his ear, "Whatever it is you're trying to do, Langdon, I'll never give in." She pushed her elbow into his ribs, causing Michael to groan. Finally, Y/N goes back to her bathroom to get dressed.

Once she leaves, Michael punches the nearest wall in frustration. He hated rejection. The girls that he usually fucked with never turned him down, they always wanted more. Why wouldn't it work on Y/N?

Michael sat on the long side of her bed, still thinking about what happened earlier. He couldn't believe that she could play with him like that. It made him look like he was the desperate one, which he is.

He took out his phone to text Duncan about what happened.

Michael: yo dunc, something happened

Dunc 🖕🏻: what happened? slr i'm at a party

Michael: bro she's a tough little shit. i did the usual thing that i would do to another girl, she didn't give in at all. instead, she's playing with me.

Dunc 🖕🏻: lmao man step up your game, she isn't your usual girl

Michael: dumbass you think i'm not?

Dunc 🖕🏻: duh??? if you were actually stepping up your game then you would've fucked her there and then 🙄

Michael: whatever.

Once he heard her bathroom door open, he immediately hid his phone back in his pocket. He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N already dressed in her pajamas. Michael didn't know what to do. His angelic side says to 'go and say sorry', yet his devilish side says to 'try harder and fuck with her feelings even more.' Of course, it was obvious what is choice was.

Y/N plopped herself on the bed and grabbed her blanket that was near Michael. She then placed the blanket over her and locked eyes with him.

Michael crawled beside her and placed the blanket over him as well. They are a few inches apart. Y/N turned the TV on, clicking on Netflix. Though she tried her best to ignore Michael, she can't help but think about what happened earlier. She liked it. No, she loved it. She loved the fact that she was able to get on Michael's nerves, and how he reacted to it. It was hella attractive to her, and the smell of Michael's perfume wasn't helping her either.

Now, Y/N was watching some cartoon show that she loved. "Are you kidding? You still watch cartoons?" Michael complained, gesturing at the TV. "Yea? What about it? I bet you only watch porn." She shot back and pulled the blanket towards her, leaving Michael without it.

Michael laughed, "I just can't believe a girl like you would watch cartoons. I find it cute." He pulled the blanket towards him, sticking his tongue out to tease her.

A few minutes passed by and Michael was on his phone, scrolling on TikTok. The same sound that kept repeating for almost a minute caught Y/N's attention. Was he watching the same video?

Y/N paused the TV and looked over to Michael's direction, averting her gaze to his phone. She took a good look at the video. a shirtless boy with a gold chain, with LED lights in their room.

"You've been watching that video over and over again, Langdon. Do you like him or something?"

"Yea, I like myself."

Like myself? Oh my god, no.

"What do you mean..?" That can't be him in the video.

"That's me."

Y/N's mouth dropped, "Wha— huh? How? I mean, yeah.. but?"

Michael let out a laugh that he had been holding in, "But what? Look, I'll show you." He handed her his phone, which allowed Y/N to have a closer look of the video.

"So you're telling me you blew up on tiktok by thrusting a phone on your pelvis??" Y/N stared at the amount of likes, a fucking million.

"Uh, yeah? That's how TikTok works? Look at the comments." Michael tapped the comments icon and Y/N scrolled through it.

'yo im down bad 😫'

'can we keep him a secret pls'

'chill i have a bf..'

'break my back 🤪'

Y/N bursted out in laughter, "Oh my god, if only they knew." she gave his phone back and Michael looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Knew what?" He asked, "You couldn't even 'break my back' two years ago, Michael!" She said in between giggles. "That was two years ago, Y/N! Two fucking years. I was a virgin!" Michael defended himself, then immediately realizing what he said.

Y/N wasn't aware that she was Michael's first.

"Wait Y/N, the last part isn't tru—"

She smirked and grabbed her phone from wherever she left it. She opened Twitter and decided to tweet about what Michael said, just for fun.

just wanted to let yall know that @m_langdon admitted that 2 years ago he lost his virginity to me 🤩

"What are you typing and why are you smiling?" Michael asked with a hint of fear in his voice. He feared that Y/N would do something that would tear his reputation down.

Y/N gave him a mischievous grin, "Oh nothing, just tweeted about what you said."

Michael's face fell, and Y/N hit the tweet button.

"Did you twee—"

"Yeah, go check your Twitter. I tagged you too."

Michael shot her a slight glare and went to his Twitter.

Y/N's tweet already had 5 retweets, 14 likes, and 8 replies.

"You did not." Michael said, shocked at how she would do something like this. "Ooh sorry babe, I just did." She faked a pout and formed a letter 'L' with her hand.

Michael felt embarrassment fill him, he wanted to scream at her so bad. He never thought that she would go this far. She was never like this.

He took a deep breath, "Why did you tweet that?"

"And you have the audacity to ask why?"

"Delete that tweet, Y/N." His voice was demanding and dark.

"Or what?"

Michael slowly started to kneel on the bed and hover over her. "You don't want to know."

Y/N smirked and fixed her posture, "Infact, I'd like to know. Care to tell me?”

Michael clearly wasn’t having any of her shit, he was more than angry. He wanted to release all of his frustrations, and he was gonna do that.

He trapped her by placing a leg on each side of her left thigh. Surprisingly, Y/N did not shrink against the headboard of the bed. She remained in her place. Their faces are centimeters apart now,

“Now what, Langdon? Just gonna stare at me? Pathetic shit.” She cupped his face and stroked his cheek mockingly, then dragging her thumb against his bottom lip.

“Shut the fuck up.” Michael swatted her hand away and crashed his lips again hers. The kiss was so intense, Michael hasn’t kissed any girl like this, it was a foreign feeling for him, and especially for Y/N. Michael’s free hand started roaming throughout her body, tickling her soft flesh. Meanwhile, Y/N was tugging on Michael’s hoodie, “Take this off.” She pulled away from the kiss and gasped for air. Michael took off his hoodie and revealed his naked chest infront of her.

Y/N felt weak. She wanted to fight this feeling so bad, which was lust. But it was too late.

"Fuck me, Michael.." Y/N whimpered, ashamed of her current state. Michael ran his thumb over her bottom lip, "What was that? I didn't catch it." He pouted, teasing her. Y/N couldn't believe herself. She promised herself that she would never fall for any of Michael's antics, yet here she is— completely submitting to him.

Y/N cleared her throat, "Fuck me please.." Michael cocked his head to the side, amused. He was enjoying this. He loved it so much. He finally had Y/N where he wanted her to be, wrapped around his little finger.

Michael's lips ghosted against her cheek, his breath warming up her skin. "Gladly."

And it begins now.

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this took me like 3 weeks im sorry 😔 nonethelEEEESSSSS i enjoyed writing this despite some breakdowns here and there <3

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fruityutas · 4 years

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the devil wears prada

mafia!lee taeyong x female!reader

lowercase intended, not proofread

!this story is a work of fiction and the characters used in it are in NO WAY like this in real life!

Let me know if you want to be on the taglist for this as i’ve decided to make one

genre: thriller, fluff if you squint hard enough, ANGST

p.2/?

p.1 here

summary: lee taeyong is a cold-blooded mafia leader, not meant to give or receive love. what happens when an innocent bystander turns out to be the most beautiful woman he’s laid eyes on?

✰ warnings: cursing, blood, murder, descriptions of wounds (man does taking nursing classes help with that lmao), violence, toxic relationship, suggestive scenes

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“i'm afraid i can’t let you go, sweetheart.”

“ah, i see you’ve finally finished. please take this brat, i’m getting quite tired of looking after her.” the new man laughed at your captor.

“you take the front seat, Jae. i want to sit with our little friend.” The man that was watching you climbs into the front seat of the van while the new man gets in the back with you. he looks at you for a while before sighing. you try not to make eye contact with him, fearing that if you do he might get angry.

“why did you walk through such a rough part of town so late? i mean, it was like you’re asking to be taken by someone. luckily for you though, i’m not a creepy old man, just a, how do i put it lightly? i’m not a good person for sure, but i don’t kill random people so you’re in the clear on that.” you stay silent and still avoid his eyes. he sighs and scoots a little closer to you. “what’s with the silence, little lamb?” you grimaced at the nickname he gave you. his hand gripped your chin firmly and he brought you to look into his eyes. “answer me.”

“i was studying late and took that route home because all the busses were done running.” he sighs and lets go of your head.

“well, you’re stuck with us until we decide what to do with you.” you let out a shaky breath and scooted away from him, burying your head in your knees. you don’t see it, but the man named taeyong looks at you with pain in his eyes, knowing that you won’t ever be allowed back to your family or home.

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the van’s doors open and you look up and squint at the bright lights of what appears to be a garage, although much bigger than any you’d ever seen.

“get up, you need to get inside so we can all assess what the hell to do with you.” you slowly climb out of the van, and taeyong grips your arms to help you.

“So what is this place exactly?” you ask as you walk with him and the other two original men.

“this is our meeting house. you were probably told who we are by the target that you were initially thrown in with, am i right?” you nod but then shake your head.

“well, he kind of told me. all i know is that you guys are called nct.”

“ah, well he was right about that. i hate i have to introduce myself in this fashion, but i’m this mafia’s leader. my name is taeyong.” you suck in a breath and nod.

“i suppose that means i can’t leave you guys’ sight huh?” taeyong gives you a tight-lipped smile while holding open a door for you. it led to a beautiful kitchen that held two younger men.

“those two are chenle and jisung. they’re the youngest in here, but don’t worry, they’ve never been on actual missions yet. they might be around your age?” they truly looked like kids, barely out of highschool.

“i guess, i’m 20 so probably not though.” taeyong chuckled.

“well you can babysit them sometime, seeing as they are 18.” they both turned to the two of you and looked confused before shrugging and smiling.

“hello, i’m chenle. taeyong, who is this?” this one was slightly shorter than who you assumed to be jisung, and spoke with a loud demeanor, while the latter stayed quiet, staring at the floor rather than looking up to the rest of you.

“this is a special guest, she’s going to be here for a while, so treat her with respect.” taeyong eyes the two boys with a playful glint in his eyes.

“you can call me y/n.” chenle nodded and glanced at taeyong, his lips forming into a smirk at the sight unbeknownst to you. taeyong was looking at you with a warm smile on his lips, one that hadn’t come out from hiding even when johnny was around.

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taeyong had never seen such a beautiful woman before. the pure fear that radiated off of you when he first saw you made taeyong want to take you in so only he could have you. it wasn’t a caring type of want, but a controlling want. taeyong loved to be in control, and you were never exposed to anything like this before, so he knew he could comfort you and form you to be perfect for him. when you clutched onto him in the garage, you only sealed your fate stronger, you weren’t going to slip away so easily now that taeyong wanted you to stay.

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“ah, y/n, can you please help us cook this?” chenle asked with a cute smile. he and jisung had gotten really close with you in the three days you’ve been in the house. they would always ask you to play games or help them make something to eat. you treated them like your little brothers, always being persuaded by their cute pouts.

“of course, what do you need me to do?” you poked your head into the kitchen and smiled. chenle and jisung were both hovering over a bowl of what appeared to be cake batter. “now what in the world are you two doing?” you chuckled at the sight of the two boys struggling to make a cake. they giggled and moved aside so you could take over.

“ah, taeyong, look! y/n is so nice she helps us cook!” you turn halfway looking at taeyong who had entered the room silently, but smiling. he comes over to you and presses against your back slightly while putting a hand on your waist. you blush as he puts his head on your shoulder, giggling in the process.

“you should tell them to cook it themselves so i can take you somewhere else, huh?” taeyong’s sultry voice hit your ears and you almost dropped the whisk when he started to kiss your neck lightly. he chuckled before pulling away, only enough to turn to the others in the room. “hey, you two. i know for a fact that you can cook this together, so why don’t you? i’m taking our lovely y/n for a little while to show her something.” the two boys nodded and giggled mischievously before taking the bowl and stirring the contents perfectly fine. taeyong, without taking his hand off your waist, guided you out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. you had never been allowed up there before today, as your bedroom was conveniently located on the main floor of the house, along with chenle, jisung, jeno, jaemin, and renjun’s rooms. they liked to call themselves the ‘dreamies’ but you always shook you head and laughed when they said that. taeyong had told you from the first day not to go up there, because you hadn’t been introduced to the others yet, and they took anyone they didn’t know as a threat. they of course knew of you, but you weren’t exactly well-accepted within them. jaehyun had already established this form the first time you met him, and mark always avoided eye contact when speaking with you.

“wouldn’t you like to know why i’m taking you up here?” taeyong’s teasing voice was like a melody in your ears, a song you could listen to forever. you shrugged and held onto his arm the closer you go to the top of the stairs.

“i’m sure it’s for a good reason, you told me to never come up here.” he turned and smiled at you.

“i actually do have something to show you, but you have to promise to keep quiet when i show you, ok?” you look at him with curiosity written all over your face.

“uh, ok. i won’t be loud or anything.” your mind races with thoughts of what it could be. was he finally going to dispose of you? what if he locks you up somewhere? or what if he killed your family and was about to show you their bodies? you pushed those thoughts out as far as you could, he had been very nice to you and that display of intimacy in the kitchen wasn’t imagined, so why would he hurt you? well, for starters he was a mafia leader. ‘right’ you thought. ‘a deadly and cold-hearted one at that’ you shook your head and looked at his profile while he walked you to the destination. you couldn’t deny that he was gorgeous, his strong jawline and pointed nose. the scar beside his large eyes stood out to you the most, where did he get it from?

“i’m assuming you are worried about what i’m about to show you, but it’s not bad, don’t worry.” his voice interrupted your thoughts as you both stopped outside a large door. he opens it and moves to let you in first. you walk in cautiously but relax once you realize that it’s a bedroom, that you assume to be taeyong’s. it’s decorated with very minimalistic items. greys and whites are the main colors, but here and there are little splashes of color. taeyong picks you up and places you on his plush bed before sitting next to you, guiding your face closer to his with his hand. your face is surely red with the closeness of the man in front of you, his beauty captivating. “what i want to show you is something you have to agree on, ok princess?” you nod your head fervently. he smiles and tells you to close your eyes before gently kissing your lips. you don’t hesitate to kiss back, caught up in the feeling of his skin on yours, a fire burning deep in you. when taeyong breaks the kiss you whine at the loss of feeling. you take his face and pull him in for another kiss, and he smiles into it. the only noises in the room being the smack of lips on lips. taeyong takes the lead after a few moments, pushing you gently down on your back while he crawls over you. his hands make their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging up to take it off. you comply by lifting your torso, only breaking the kiss for a second. you do the same to his shirt, and soon all your clothes were off and strewn across the room. “i’m going to pound you into this bed until you’re screaming my name, princess, until everyone in this house knows it’s me making you feel good”

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icyharrington · 5 years

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Is It Wrong?- The Epilogue (Michael Langdon X Reader)

HELLO ALL!!! here is the long-awaited epilogue to finally finish the is it wrong series. i sincerely hope y’all enjoy this, and i am SO sorry for taking forever to write this!! i had some kind of mental block stopping me, but i finally forced myself to sit down and JUST DO IT. i wanna thank every last one of you who’ve supported this series of filth, especially the ones who’ve been here since the beginning. when i published that first chapter, i never realized just how much joy this fucked up little story would bring into my life. y’all are the best.

plot: it’s been 5 years since your whirlwind fuckfest-turned-romance with your stepbrother, michael langdon, came to its angst-filled end. life is good, but there’s just one thing missing.

warnings: fuckboy michael, fem!Reader, post-high school au, fluff, some angst, cursing/talk of sexual shit/yanno the deal lmao. no smut..... IM SORRY LOL IT JUST DIDN’T FIT INTO WHAT I HAD PLANNED!!! but i hope y’all still like it regardless lmao

word count: 4k

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You looked out the window and onto the rain-slick city streets, captivated by the way the rows of glowing neon signs reflected in the puddles, and you smiled.

Everything was as it should be.

Sandwiched between your two best friends in the back of the Uber, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of pride at the thought that you’d made it. You’d graduated college, managed to land your dream job, and, most recently, you’d finally been able to get yourself a spacious apartment in the city you loved most. It was the first time in your life that you’d ever felt truly in control of things.

Tonight was a celebration of those accomplishments; you and your friends had arranged to go to the bars by your new apartment that night and get shitfaced like you were college freshmen again, just enjoying each other’s company. You could already feel the warmth of the shots of Fireball you’d pregamed with earlier that night, cheeks flushed and rosy. Life was good.

The Uber screeched to a halt in front of the bar, your friends’ resulting drunken squeals drowning out the rap song that drifted loudly through the speakers. You grinned, waving a quick goodbye to the bored-looking driver before dispensing onto the street with your group, one by one.

Through the glass windows, you saw a lively scene; it seemed as though you’d chosen the perfect night to go out. The bar was dim, lit with overhead lights that shifted from color to color, a band stationed at the stage in full action. People danced, drank, sang; you could see couples making out sloppily in booths. This was going to be a fun night.

Outside the bar stood two skinny boys, dressed casually in ripped jeans and band t-shirts, who you were nearly certain were underage. They chatted as they smoked cigarettes, seemingly unfazed by the chilly breeze and light drizzle coming down over their mops of overgrown hair. One of them, the lighter-haired one of the pair, almost reminded you of…

“Hey ladies,” said one, blowing cigarette smoke from the corner of his mouth with a smirk. You could feel his alcohol-glossed eyes travel up and down your body, drinking in your fishnet-clad legs and prominent curves, accentuated in a maroon leather miniskirt. “You trying to have some fun?”

At this, you and your friends erupted into giggles, long fingernails gripping at each other’s forearms as you fought to balance yourselves.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” your friend said, resulting in a fresh wave of laughter.

Ignoring the boys’ scowls, you continued inside, sighing in relief at the warmth, which was only reinstated by the slew of sweaty bodies flowing throughout the building. The music was loud- perhaps not the most accurate in terms of pitch, but it was certainly good enough to dance to, and, luckily, you were in a dancing mood.

“You shoulda gave them your number,” your friend joked as you made your way to the bar, her voice raised so you could hear her above the noise. “When’s the last time you’ve gotten laid?”

You rolled your eyes. Ever since you’d broken up with your ex a year before, your friends had been nagging you to engage in causal hookups to help you get over him- they’d tried setting you up with any single man they could get their hands on, and had even gone as far as creating a Tinder page in your name. In all honesty, you had no interest in men at the moment; you were far more focused on your career, which was your top priority for now. Sure, you got horny sometimes, but wasn’t that what vibrators were made for? You were twenty-two. You had your whole life ahead of you to find some good dick.

Besides, most men you’d been with in the past could hardly satisfy you, so it seemed almost better to do things on your own. The only man you’d ever actually enjoyed being with was…

You flinched, pained by your second reminder of a certain blond-haired fuckboy that night. Even now, nearly five years since the last time you’d seen him, it hurt to think of his name.

“Three Sex on the Beaches, please,” your friend said to the bartender, before turning back to look at you. “Sounds like something you’re in need of.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, drumming your fingers on the wooden surface as you turned to watch the band, which seemed to be some kind of punk-pop-rock hybrid, the members decked in leather and chains.

“You know I’m right,” your friend shouted, running her manicured fingernails through her hair as she craned her neck to look at the bartender over her shoulder. “Hey, the bartender’s pretty cute. And he even kind of seems like your type.”

You glanced back disinterestedly, hardly breaking your attention from the band to look at the man in question. Right now his back was to you, and he appeared to be talking to some drunk girls as he fixed your drinks; his blond hair was slightly outgrown, fraying out in unkempt curls at the base of his neck, toned bicep flexing under the thin shield of his form-fitting white t-shirt as he reached for a bottle of peach schnapps.

From what you could see, he did seem like your type- almost too much so, it almost starting to creep you out how similar this guy looked to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. You looked away.

“Oh yeah, he is cute,” your other friend said, leaning her elbows back on the bar. “(Y/n), you should pull some moves on him.”

You groaned. “Why are you guys so obsessed with getting me fucked?”

“Because, (y/n). You’re gonna get cobwebs down there if you don’t get your shit clapped soon. Eventually you’re just gonna forget how to fuck altogether,” your friend said, her voice earnest.

“Yeah,” agreed your other friend. “Your vag is gonna close up like a pierced ear when you forget to put in earrings for too long.”

“Three sex on the beaches?” came an amused-sounding voice from behind you, and within the first few syllables of the man’s sentence, you could feel your throat start to close up. You knew that voice anywhere, raspy and rich and warm, even five years since you’d last heard it. But… how? Michael was in California. It had to be some kind of doppleganger working behind the bar. But damn, that was uncanny…

You were almost afraid to turn around, doing so reluctantly, too nervous to care about the fact that you were gnawing all your vampy lipstick off your bottom lip.

“Yeah, that’s ours,” said your friend brightly, accepting her glass, and you decided to rip the band-aid off, forcing your body to turn all the way around.

“So you ladies like sex on the be- (Y/N)?”

Holy ever loving mother of christ. It was him. It was actually. Fucking. Him.

There behind the bar, with plump lips agape and saucer-wide baby-blue eyes, was Michael Langdon, looking almost exactly the same as you remembered. Now, though, most of the baby fat had gone from his face, with one silver earring dangling from his left ear and stubble shadowing his even-more-defined (if that was even possible) jawline. Your mouth went dry, opening and closing as you racked your brain for something to say, heart racing so quickly in your chest you thought you might drop dead at any moment.

“You guys know each other?” your friend asked after several seconds of silence, stretching past you to exchange a glance with your other friend, an immaculately-drawn eyebrow poised in concern.

“Uh- yeah. We, um. Michael, why are you here?” The words didn’t come out exactly the way you’d planned for them to, but his presence had you tongue-tied. In a matter of seconds, you felt like you were eighteen again, broken-hearted and in love and overflowing with red-hot hormones all at once.

“I- (y/n), why are you here?” You could tell that Michael’s lips were beginning to creep into a smirk, and your stomach dipped.

“I just moved to the city,” you said, gripping the edge of the bar and breathing slowly to try and calm yourself. You’d fantasized about finding yourself in this very situation so many sleepless nights before (not that you’d ever admit it), but never had you really expected for something like this to happen. This had to be some sort of profound universe-aligning moment of fate or something, because this was all way too fucking weird to be a coincidence. “I got a job near here. I thought you were in California?”

Michael shook his head with a shrug, sliding your drink across the bar towards you as your friends watched on with quiet fascination. “Haven’t lived there since- damn, has it been three years now? Yeah, I kind of dropped out of college.”

Not really surprising, you thought, relaxing a bit as you lifted your drink to your lips. Michael never had really struck you as a college type.

“So how’d you end up here?” you asked through a wince. The taste of vodka was strong on your tongue even despite the compensating ingredients of your drink, and you still hadn’t managed to get used to the taste of hard liquor even after four years of college.

“Well, I ended up meeting this girl at a party and we became like, boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever,” he said with a half eye-roll, as if he was too cool to admit to something as sensitive as being in a relationship. “But she was in college and I was like, in a band, which didn’t really end up working out, and then she graduated and got a job offer here in the city.”

You licked your lips, picturing Michael as the front man of a rock band, pushing sweaty strands of blond hair back from his forehead as he gripped a microphone with one calloused hand. If only he’d had the talent to match with the look.

“So I was still living with my mom and I needed an excuse to move out, so… I moved with her.” He gave a nonchalant shrug, shirt pulling up slightly at the hem and exposing a sliver of his smooth, firm torso; you were almost ashamed that your mouth began to water.

You tried to ignore the inkling of- jealousy, was it? No, not jealousy, that word was far too harsh for what you were feeling- surrounding the idea that Michael had moved here for a girl, and you went to wash it away with another sip of alcohol. It’d been years. You needed to get over yourself.

“So you live with her now?” you asked coolly, or as coolly as you could manage, looking down into the muddy-organgey abyss of your Sex on the Beach. Your friends, having apparently picked up on the fact that you were in the middle of a very important conversation with a very important person, had taken it upon themselves to join the small crowd surrounding the stage, leaving the two of you alone.

“Fuck no. She ended up fucking my best friend. But I already had this job and I liked the scenery so I stuck around. Wasn’t like there was anything better waiting for me in California.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Now you know how I felt when you fucked (b/f/n).”

“Oh come on, give me a break. I was eighteen. And she had great tits.” He was leaning forward on his elbow now, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and grinning at you. “Admit it. You were just mad ‘cause you wanted to be the one to get the pipe.”

You snorted, trying not to think too deep into the warm, fuzzy feeling that was starting to flourish in the pit of your stomach and travel up towards your fluttering heart. “Oh, please. I used to fucking hate you.”

“Yeah, but you definitely didn’t hate fucking me,” he said with a wink, pink tongue darting out to wet his full bottom lip. “Though I definitely don’t blame you. I was a huge fuckboy.”

“Was?” you joked, taking another sip. Your eyes fell to a small tattoo on his inner forearm- a simple four-leafed clover, which you secretly thought looked sexy on him.

“Still got that smart mouth, I see,” Michael said, pale eyes glinting with a familiar mischievousness that you hadn’t realized you’d missed until right then. “There must be a lucky guy on the receiving end of all that attitude.”

“Nope,” you said flatly, flipping your hair over your shoulder and leaning forward, perhaps subconsciously hoping for your cleavage to become a bit more pronounced. “Men bore me these days.”

“Men? Or just all men who aren’t me?” He flashed you a devious sideways grin, and your mouth fell open at his boldness. “You’re looking pretty good tonight, baby sis.”

“Hmm. I don’t think that title is quite accurate anymore,” you retorted, hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered his usage of the old pet name had gotten you- apparently he still had that particular talent intact. “But you don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?” He glanced down at his shirt, which you only just now noticed was stained with some kind of brown liquor. “Not exactly the kind of thing you’d want to be wearing when running into your first love.”

Your heart stirred in your chest, and you could see Michael’s cool smile fade into a panicked wince. First love. You were Michael’s first love.

“First love, huh?” you said softly, tilting your head to one side to regard all of Michael’s handsome features at once. There’d always been some semblance of hope, deep in your belly, that Michael’s feelings for you all those years ago had surpassed simple lust and teenage hormones, but you’d of course had your doubts.

“Well, I mean. Not love, but like. You know.” Michael lifted one hand to scratch the back of his neck, and you could almost swear you saw a dusting of pink cross his porcelain cheeks. “Actually, I mean, yeah. You kind of were my first love. Kinda fucked up that my first love was my stepsister, but…”

“Well, you were my first love too. Unfortunately. You put me through hell, you know that?” You were only half-joking, idly twirling a strand of (h/c) hair around your finger, shifting your weight onto one leg to jut out your hip.

“God, yeah. I know. I suck.” He shook his head, loose waves falling to obscure his hooded eyes, and quickly he tucked it back behind his ears. “I really am sorry, you know.”

You shrugged. “We were just stupid, horny teenagers. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I mean, but I never really stopped feeling guilty about the way I treated you. You gave me so many chances that I never deserved,” he said, leaning in close so he didn’t have to scream for you to hear him. “You were the perfect girl for me and I took you for granted.”

“Well, like I said…” you paused to take a swig of your drink, nursing your light intoxication, which had affected you to the point where the flavor of alcohol no longer made you cringe. “We were stupid teenagers. And I was very stupid to keep taking you back. Especially after that god awful Applebee’s date.”

He laughed, and your insides warmed at the sound, a light giggle that you only ever reserved for crushes unintentionally passing your lips. Why did this all feel so right?

“Look, I was broke, okay?” He moved in a little closer, crystal blue eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment you thought- or, rather, hoped- that maybe he’d kiss you. Of course, you knew that such a prospect was only wishful thinking, but still you felt a sting of disappointment when he didn’t. “But I can promise you that if I took you out now, it wouldn’t be to Applebee’s.”

You took a second to respond, your clouded mind trying to figure whether or not that’d just been a proposition of sorts. Fuck it. “You might just have to prove that to me.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, this time a little softer than his usual devilish smirk. “A girl like you really wants some loser bartender to take her out?”

You cocked your head. “A girl like me?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, look at you.” He sighed, dragging his gaze up and down your body, which you had to admit looked pretty bangin’ in the outfit you’d chosen for tonight. “I mean, it goes without saying that you’re a fuckin’ ten. But you’re also smart. And successful.”

“How do you know I’m successful?” There was a tiny part of you that was eating this up, having the once-big-and-bad Michael Langdon practically crawl at your feet. “I never even told you what I do for a living.”

“I just assumed, since you said you just moved here, and we both know this city ain’t cheap. But I always knew you’d be successful. I mean, you’ve always known how to go after what you want.” he said. “Plus that outfit looks expensive as hell.”

At this, you struck a dramatic pose, having drank enough that you didn’t really care about making yourself look stupid. “Well, I wouldn’t say it was expensive as hell, but it definitely was worth a few paychecks.”

Michael clicked his tongue but chuckled, a longing expression apparent on his sculpted face. “You’re out of my league.”

You scoffed, slurping up the last of your drink. “I don’t believe in leagues. I mean, I pulled you when we were in high school, didn’t I?”

“You were out of my league then, too.”

“Oh, please.” Such a statement was enough to make you laugh out loud, perhaps a bit too loudly, but you thought that might’ve been propelled by the fact that you were pretty damn drunk now. You shoved the now-empty glass towards Michael, settling your hands on your hips. “You were like, the hottest guy in school.”

He raised a brow, a cocky half-smile stretching across his lips. “Oh yeah?”

You hiccuped (you always had been a lightweight). “Duh.”

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, picking up your glass and bringing it off to the side to be cleaned. When he returned, he was brandishing a bottle of Windex and a stained washcloth, which was draped effortlessly over one broad shoulder. For a reason that could not, for the life of you, be explained, this view of Michael compelled you to squeeze your thighs together.

“You know,” said Michael slowly, spraying the wooden surface of the bar with chemical blue, “it’s kind of creeping me out how weird this all is. Like, us both ending up here. After five years.”

“I know, right?” Your eyes fell onto Michael’s veined hand, gripping the cloth that was now being used to rub down the bar, and you fought back the sudden urge to run your fingers over it. “I mean, it’s like, everything is aligning so perfectly. It has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

“Didn’t we say that to each other? That night on the beach right before our parents split? That if things were meant to work out, they would one day.” He sucked his lips into his mouth, taking in a sharp inhale and letting his head fall back towards the ceiling.

“It’s like everything’s finally fallen into place.” You breathed, allowing the amalgamated scent of liquor and cigarettes and cleaning chemicals to consume you, hips swaying back and forth to the mellow cover song the band was playing, imperfect but beautiful. “We’d be stupid not to try things again.”

“We would, wouldn’t we?” Michael said, tossing the rag off to the side once he’d finished his cleaning, the surface of the bar now so shiny you could practically see your reflection in it. “I promise this time, if you really want to give me a second chance, I won’t fuck things up. I’ll treat you how you should’ve always been treated.”

There was something about the look in his eyes that made you believe him.

From the crowd by the stage came a chorus of voices, most off-key, as they began to sing along to the band’s cover song, which you were certain you’d heard before, but couldn’t quite place when.

And all that is now

“Hey, I love this song,” Michael said suddenly, as if it hadn’t just been playing for the last several minutes, “fuck, this brings me back to high school.”

You wondered if he still chewed cinnamon gum, remembering the sweet spicy scent of his hot breath on your throat, late at night in the back of his cluttered sports car, the dashboard lights illuminating your half-dressed bodies. You wondered if he still played video games with those ridiculous oversize headphones, if he still liked to take midday naps, if he still fell asleep to South Park reruns.

Most of all, though, you wondered about the things you’d never witnessed, all the things you’d missed over the past five years.

And all that is gone

“Do you still chew cinnamon gum?” you asked abruptly, too drunk to worry about whether or not such a question was weird to ask.

He wiggled his eyebrows, reaching into the back pocket of his torn black skinny jeans (god, he’d always looked so good in those) to retrieve a crushed pack of gum, CINNAMON printed in red lettering across the front.

“Hell yeah,” he said, pulling out a piece and tossing it to you. “That shit beats mint by far.”

You unwrapped the gum and popped it in your mouth, immediately flooded with memories the moment you began working into it with your back teeth.

And all that’s to come

He reached out to flip the foil wrapper over, smoothing out its creases before grabbing a black pen from next to the register. You watched through your dreamlike haze as he jotted down a series of numbers in crooked, loopy handwriting, his tongue poking from the corner of his mouth in concentration. Underneath the phone number he wrote something else, in bold capitals, turning the paper around and sliding it towards you with a wry grin.

666-425-0493

LET’S TRY THIS AGAIN

You took the paper, folding it up and shoving it deep into your skirt pocket, inadvertently sinking your teeth into your lower lip. “Maybe I’ll call you sometime, big bro.”

For a fraction of a second, he landed a glance on your chest, lips twitching upwards just slightly at the corners. “Oh, I’ll be posted up until you do.”

“How about another Sex on the Beach?” you said, even though you were drunk enough on Michael’s presence as it was; it felt like you were floating in the blackness of outer space all while rolling with the soft, turning waves of the ocean, and you couldn’t help but want to feel this way forever.

And everything under the sun is in tune

“Coming right up, ma’am,” came Michael’s teasing reply, making you squirm; your eyes fell shut as you allowed the band’s blaring drum and bass to swallow you whole, swaying aimlessly to the rhythm, your head lolling back and forth.

The music was loud enough to drown out your thoughts, and the sound only increased as the song came to its powerful end, your teeth chattering with adrenaline as an electric chill made its way up your spine.

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon

When you opened your eyes, Michael was back in front of you, and all but the colorful overhead lights had dimmed; the entire bar was potent with color, Michael’s angular features appearing so much softer now, cast with bright purple, then blue, then a shade of pink so vivid it looked almost otherworldly.

Your eyes connected with his for what must’ve been the thousandth time in all the months you’d known him, but you felt, deep in your bones, that this was really only the first.

You had a good feeling about this.

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dudeandduchess · 4 years

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Why the Moon Became the Sun: Giyuu x F!S/O (Mythology AU)

Rating: SFW Warnings: Language, Mention of Character Death (?)

Note: Hey hey, bbys! Since there was an overwhelming flood of responses from my earlier post, here’s that Giyuu scenario I was talking about. This one is based on the myth of Selene and Endymion, which is a favorite of mine.

My most favorite thing about this has to be Giyuu’s first and last lines. Very ‘poetic’. Lmao.

The moon goddess’ days used to be filled with so much joy. She used to take pride in what she did; whenever she took to the skies and headed the transition of day into night.

Her skillful hands would touch upon the clouds and draw them away from where they covered the stars; all with a serene smile on her face, as she loved doing her duties.

The sight of the humans below her admiring her handiwork was enough thanks for her. However, the longer that she kept on with her tasks, the lonelier she became.

Because with the night came the time for rest. Very few humans would stay up until dawn to keep the moon and the stars company; and even fewer would be enchanted enough to talk to (Y/n) herself.

They called her Tsukuyomi, but that was merely a placeholder name. Her real name— the one which her father had given to her was (Y/n); it was the name that her brother called her, and it was also the name she used whenever she came across peculiar mortals.

In her loneliness, she would seek out mortals who worked under the guise of night. She hoped for one of them to notice her presence, but no one ever did. They were too busy with their own business; some slaying demons, while others travelled far and wide to sell their goods.

She had tried to find a companion for so long, that she’d given up on the idea of it altogether. Her brother had been right all along: they were destined to live our long and lonely lives.

However, it wasn’t until she had been spotted by a demon slayer, and mistaken for a mortal woman that her heart had began beating once more. She felt so alive and energized that she hung on to the young man’s every word.

“Are you alright?” The dark-haired man had asked her. His voice was so gentle that it had her blushing all the way to the tips of her ears. Because in all her years of life, she had never had a man talk to her like that.

“I... I’m alright,” (Y/n) answered hesitantly, all while admiring his handsome features.

“What are you doing out here in the forest? Is there a demon nearby? Was it following you?” The young man asked as he checked over the stranger’s façade. She didn’t seem to have any injuries, which prompted him to pull her up to stand with him.

“A demon? No,” (Y/n) answered with a shake of her head. “My name’s (Y/n)... but you may know me better as Tsukuyomi.”

“I don’t know any people named Tsukuyomi. But I’m Tomioka Giyuu; I’m a demon slayer,” Giyuu answered bluntly, which had (Y/n) laughing heartily at his words.

Most people would have already dismissed her musings as sordid and crazy, but not him. He’d simply brushed her answer off as if it meant nothing.

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship between them.

(Y/n) followed Giyuu everywhere he went in the daytime, as her duties had already ended and she was free to roam around and slack off. But when night came, she regretted leaving him to continue the transition between day and night.

She had told him of her true identity and, after much explaining, he had finally understood that she wasn’t a mere mortal. Then began the next phase of their relationship; from friends, they became lovers...

It was inevitable from the very start, as both of them had felt their hearts yearning for one another. From that first moment they saw each other, it was as if something had been triggered inside (Y/n) that she simply couldn’t stay away from Giyuu.

Even though she was tired from her duties, she would always go to see him; to spend time with him and fill her days with hours spent in his arms.

The same could be said for Giyuu, as he consciously made an effort to make time for his beloved goddess. His tasks as slayer and as a Hashira were spaced out evenly, so that he could still do them to the best of his ability, while still managing to shower (Y/n) with all the love and attention she deserved.

Their love was a spectacle that was bathed in nothing but bliss.

And with every night that passed by, Giyuu would always look forward to seeing his beloved slowly float down from the sky. He would always wait for her, eyes heavenward and arms stretched out to catch her.

Their days were filled with love and endless happiness, but both of them knew that it couldn’t be possible to keep that degree of bliss without repercussions, so (Y/n) took to asking her brother for advice on how to become a mortal.

“There’s no way to give up your immortality, (Y/n). You were born with it, and you will continue to exist with it. Your mortal lover will grow old and fade away, and he will turn to nothing in your memories soon enough,” Amaterasu, her brother, answered her query with a flippant wave of his hand.

She didn’t take too kindly to his answer though, as she knew that a lecher like him would never understand how she felt. So, with an angry shove, she overpowered the Sun deity’s own powers with her own— thus instigating the first Solar Eclipse.

“You absolute bastard!” She cried out irately, as her brother got up from where he’d landed on the floor and righted things; with regards to both the world and to his askew clothes. “Have you never fallen in love with anyone— so in love with them that you’re willing to leave all of this behind for them?”

(Y/n) gestured to the lavish home built around them. It was their palace up in the sky; well away from the prying gazes of mortals and lesser gods.

There the sun and moon didn’t switch places in the sky; they simply hung together on opposite sides of the spectrum, as their surroundings were bathed in nothing but brightness.

Instantly, the scowl on the young god’s face morphed into a somber expression, before he shook his head and clicked his tongue— as if debating with himself whether or not to divulge his knowledge to his sister.

In the end, he gave in. Because he had also loved a mortal once... she had refused his offer to turn into a mortal for her, and had grown old and faded away; as all humans were fated to do. And he didn’t want his sister to suffer through the same pain that he had, as he was sure that she would never heal from it like he hadn’t.

“You can put him under an eternal sleep,” He began softly, while (Y/n) listened attentively to his words. “So that he will never grow old and die.”

And with that, (Y/n) set out to do just as her brother told her to.

She had lured Giyuu to the top of of a wisteria-covered mountain. And once there, she had lulled him to sleep with the power of her own song.

Every night, when she was done with all of her tasks, she would go to him and wrap herself in his arms— pretending that he was awake and that they were talking just as they had before.

She would plant kisses upon his skin, reveling in the smiles that would occasionally tug up at the corners of his lips, but it wasn’t the same as when he was awake.

Day after day, even though she had tried to suppress her feelings of guilt and sadness, she couldn’t hold them back anymore. Giyuu’s constant silence had made her long to hear his voice, even if to only ask how her day had been.

A handful of months without hearing his voice was pure torture to her.

She had fallen so deeply for his personality, rather than his looks, that physically being with him wasn’t enough. She wanted him just as he was... even if she would have to face his inevitable death someday.

And so, with a heavy sigh, she released her magic around him and watched as his eyes fluttered open.

“(Y/n)? What are we doing here?” Giyuu asked with bleary eyes. He blinked his gaze back into focus, and frowned when he saw the tears that kept rolling down his beloved’s cheek.

Slowly, he rose up from where he laid on the ground and cupped her cheek in his right hand; wiping away another tear that fell down her face.

“I did a horrible thing to you and I’m so sorry, Giyuu. Please forgive me; I only wanted to be with you forever,” The goddess admitted through her tears, then went on to explain how she had put him under a spell to make him sleep for eternity— thus aiming to keep him alive forever.

He knew that he should have been mad at her for doing so, but he couldn’t fault her for it; as he understood how she felt. In fact, if there was a way that he could be with her forever— aside from becoming a demon— he would have already done so long ago.

So, with all the love he had for her, he gathered his goddess up in his arms and pressed gentle kisses upon the crown of her head. “One day I’ll be reborn, and when that day comes I’ll do everything I can to find you. You just have to be patient until then. It’s going to be alright, (Y/n).”

And after that day, they spent every moment they could together.

(Y/n), in an effort to keep her lover safe while he was on his missions, had switched with her brother to be the handler of the sun.

Since Giyuu only held his missions at night, it was important for (Y/n) to fully stay beside him so she could protect him; and she couldn’t do that if she still had her nightly tasks to take care of.

Thus, she had asked her brother if they could exchange domains, so that she could not only stay with Giyuu at night, but so that she could also serve as his salvation when morning came.

And they stayed that way, until the inevitable end of Giyuu’s days.

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-Blind To Love-

Pairing: Dom!Hoseok x Virgin!Reader. (Slightly but not really much) Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ANGST (Like really angsty), Smut, A bit of Fluff at the end. Author also tried for humor a few times and may have failed lmao

Warnings: Oral (Female receiving); Masturbation (Male); Descriptions of Cheating; Losing Virginity; Unprotected sex; Alcohol intoxication; Mentions of being taken advantage of while intoxicated.

Songs I listened to a lot while writing: - Wicked Games- The Weekend ; Kiss land-The Weekend; Friends of friends- Manila Grey; Hurt-Oliver Tree

Word Count: 13.5k

A/N: This is my first time writing a full sex scene. Not totally sure if it was a success but we’ll see lol Let me know what you guys think! I had fun writing this. This was based on a short drabble I had done in my ‘talking between kisses reaction set’

A Blind date your best friend set you up on goes from amazing to horrible. Yet neither of you can get the other off your mind. Maybe there really was something there...

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You didn’t think moving on would be easy. Especially not as easy as your best friend Ashley was making it sound.

It had been a month since it happened. The love of your life, you’d been with since high school had decided his was fed up with your idea of waiting to have sex with him. You’d fought about it many times but usually it would end with his temper simmering down and him sighing an ‘I still love you y/n, I just don’t know how much longer I can wait’

You really didn’t have a good reason of why you hadn’t had sex yet, it just never seemed like the right time, something always ended up feeling off once you were close to it and you’d chicken out.

Once you’d even screamed a “Nevermind!” Right before Jackson was about to put it in. He was less than pleased about that, and didn’t talk to you for about a week. You felt like shit about it but you had gotten too nervous. You loved Jackson. You really did. But the vibes were always off, and you were the type of person who liked to trust your gut about things like this.

A month ago, you’d gone over to his house to surprise him with some delicious cookies you’d just baked and a dvd rental for an impromptu date night, knowing he also had the night off. You had a spare key to his place so you let yourself in and yelled out “I brought your favorites, Me, some cookies and a…” you were cut off by a loud moan. Wondering if he was watching porn you, giggled. It wasn’t the first time you’d walked in on him, you went to his room to swing open the door with a joking “Caught ya!”

You weren’t expecting the disgusting sight you saw. You sure did catch him. On his bed, balls deep in a cute skinny brunette wearing a cheerleaders outfit. Your jaw dropped and you wished you could unsee what you were seeing. He was positioned with her on top rocking her hips against him squealing with pleasure.

The worst of it all, the memory that was still stuck in your head, was when he saw you standing there. He looked right at you, no remorse on his face, no surprise, and he just shrugged. Almost as if to say ‘what’d you expect’ . You ran out of the room, out of that house, dropping the cookies on the floor as you left, eyes burning and tears pouring down your face.

That was the last time you’d seen him, and you never wanted to see him again. It had broken you. For about a week you were a complete mess, you called in sick to work, faking the flu and just sat in your room tearing up every picture of him. Trying your hardest to tear apart every memory from your brain with them.

Now it was easier to bear, but you couldn’t help feeling like if you had only put out...if you had only let him, maybe he wouldn’t have had to go get it from someone else.

“That’s bullshit, he’s just a pig and probably would’ve done it anyways.” Your best friend Ashley remarked as she pushed a large chip into her mouth. You had just told her of that theory and she was not putting up with it. “He wasn’t entitled to anything y/n. You should be grateful you didn’t sleep with that asshole”

You bent your head down, frowning, “I guess”

“You need a good rebound” she said, shoveling down more chips.

“I do not! And be careful. You are getting crumbs all over my bed” You whined.

This was a regular night for the two of you, laying in your bed binge watching your favorite tv shows together on the tv that hung on your bedroom wall.

“You may not think you do, but trust me, it would help! Just a nice guy to take your V card so you can finally let out some of that bottled up stress” She smirked, messily crunching a chip just to tick you off.

“So it’s good I didn’t have sex with the man I was with for years, but you approve of a one night stand?

Ashley turned to you, eyes narrowing, she put a hand on either side of your face and held you so you’d look her in the eye “Exactly! Jackson, was awful, what he did was awful. I never liked him. You’re too good for him. But you have neglected that puss girl. Find a nice guy, and fuck him, and you’ll feel better.”

Your eyes bugged out of your skull and you slapped her hands away “Puss?! Puss Ashley?? Really??” you were laughing so hard tears started to form in your eyes, and she rolled into you cracking up just as hard.

Once you’d just about peed your pants you calmed yourself down, wiping your tears from the corners of your eyes.

“Seokjin has a friend I could set you up with you know. He just came back into town after being gone for a long time. ” she suggested in a serious tone. You considered for a moment. Her boyfriend Seokjin was a really nice guy, him and Ashley had been together almost a year now, and you’d never seen her more happy. Yet, just because this guy was a friend of his didn’t insure that he would be a decent guy as well. Plus the idea of going on a date just to ‘get some’ was so not your style.

You shrugged, “I just don’t think I’m ready Ash”

She sighed in defeat. “I just don’t see the harm in trying”

You put your hands over your face and quietly groaned “Fine fine fine fine”

Her eyes lit up, “Really??” She immediately got out her phone and started texting.

“Shit Ash, right away?”

“Yep!” She grinned and set her phone back down on the bed. “I just texted Jin to set it up with his friend. I thought you guys would be cute together when I met him the other day. He’s quite the gentleman, and I think you guys will really hit it off”

“Great, can we watch the show now?” you groaned

Ashley cuddled up next to you to watch the tv, mouth pulled into a wide grin due to her victory.

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You were in your bathroom putting the finishing touches on your hair and makeup before heading out. Ashley had set the date up but didn’t tell you more than the guy’s name, she didn’t even let you see a picture of him. “It’ll be more exciting that way! He hasn’t seen you either. Just make sure you get him home after and take care of your little issue there” She had giggled and winked when telling you.

You had sighed and told her you still weren’t sure about it, and that you’d probably chicken out about the sex part.

But, you did think it was a good idea to go on a date and get out there again, you hadn’t fully gotten your ex off your mind and she was right that this might be a good distraction and way to get erase some of those feelings you were still clinging on to.

You had opted for a tight, short red dress with spaghetti straps that exposed your back quite a bit. You figured that even if you decided not to try and have sex tonight it wouldn’t hurt to try and increase the chances that you could by wearing something appealing.

The taxi you had called takes you to the Italian restaurant you had been told to meet the man at. Hoseok was his name, and besides Ash’s reassurances that he was a really nice guy, that was all you knew about him, you wondered if Ash had played up his niceness due to the fact that his looks were, in the nicest words...lacking. Not that you were totally superficial but a pretty face definitely doesn’t hurt, especially if you end up following through with hooking up with him as Ashley insisted you should. As you were walking into the restaurant you texted him to say you were there, he had gotten your number the night before from Seokjin so that you two could set up a time and place.

Text From Hoseok: Hey, sorry I’m running a few minutes late, would you mind getting a table for us? I’ll be there soon

You got yourself seated at a table for two, informing the hostess another would be joining you soon. You were brought waters and menus. You were taking a large sip of water when a tall, jaw droppingly attractive man approached your table, “Are you Y/N?” He asked, his voice deep and smooth. Your eyes grew as wide as saucers at his breathtaking presence. You almost spit all of the water you still held in your mouth onto the table, trying to save yourself from that embarrassment you swallowed it all in one big gulp, not helping save you from any embarrassment as that action caused you to start choking and coughing.

You covered your mouth an nodded at him, appalled at yourself, for your less than ideal first impression.

He seemed to be amused, settling himself down across from you at the table. His dark black hair was parted down the center, wavy and styled perfectly, and he was dressed so stylishly with dark black jeans, a v neck shirt and a perfectly fitting burgundy jacket, unbuttoned. You start to wonder whether he was a model. You realized how much you were staring and thanked the gods that he was staring at his menu and not you.

“Have you ever been here before?” He breaks the silence and looks up at you with the corner of his mouth pulled into a slight smile.

You shook your head shyly.

“Me either,” He replies “I do like pasta though, would you wanna each get two different ones and split them 50/50, I can’t make up my mind”

You nod at him slowly. He’s acting so comfortable with you right away, and you can barely get yourself to form words. You want to smack yourself in the forehead at your awkwardness with him.

He smiles “Great! We should try the shrimp alfredo, and the cream tomato and beef pasta if that sounds good to you?” He cutely cocked his head slightly to the side at his question, eyes making confident contact with yours.

You nod again, words still struggled to come out of your lips.

Hoseok chuckled “Are you always this quiet?”

“I-I’m sorry, no, I’m just nervous” You quietly managed to get out

“No need to be nervous sweetheart, you’re in good hands tonight” He winked.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, ‘sweetheart? he really isn’t shy’, you thought to yourself.

The waiter came over to the table and Hoseok ordered for you both, “And a glass of Merlot for the lady here,” he added at the end.

“Wait what, why?” You stuttered

He laughed with a flirtatious smirk “Because, you need to loosen up a little sweetheart”

There was that sweetheart again, and the butterflies in your stomach to go with it.

While you waited for your food Hoseok didn’t wait long to get in to asking you all about yourself, you answered most of his questions without stuttering over your words too much, telling him about your job, and your family. He listened intently to every answer, nodding his head paying full attention to every detail you gave.

Once the wine reached your table you eagerly grabbed it and chugged about half of it quickly. Hoseok chuckled at you and shook his head. “Well that should help huh?” He lightly teased.

You managed a small smile “I’m so sorry, I’m not usually so awkward,”

He shrugged, “I think its cute”

Damn, he's not helping by saying things like that. His charming flirty way of speaking was so effortless, contrasted by your awkward bumbling around so far you don’t see how he could possibly find it cute. Yet, there was no hint of dishonestly in his voice.

With one finger he slowly nudged your wine glass closer to you “Finish it” He ordered.

Taken aback by his boldness your eyes widen, but you can’t deny it really would help. You take the glass to your lips drinking every last drop in the glass. He smiled and nodded approvingly “Good girl,” He praised.

You felt your heart flip flop in your chest at his praise. Shyly looking down to the table.

“So,” you begin “Ashley said you were out of town for a long time and just got back,”

“Right,” He nodded “I was in New York, I stayed there to teach dance for a couple years”

“Wow! New York, that’s pretty far. So you’re a dancer?”

The rest of the dinner was a lot more relaxed with you both exchanging personal details of your life. You at one point when he was busy eating snuck a text under the table to Ashley

‘THANKS for not warning me how hot the guy you were setting me up with is. I literally choked on my water when he walked up to the table’

Her reply was almost instant as if she’d been waiting for some sort of update from you on how it was going ‘Get some’ was all she said. You rolled your eyes.

“Something up?” Hoseok said curiously, bringing his water to his lips.

“Oh no, just Ashley, checking up on me. She’s nosy” you muttered.

Hoseok chuckled “She seems great, When I first met her she couldn’t stop talking about you and how much I’d like you if I met you”

“What?” you gasped slightly mortified. “Ugh, like I said she's really nosy, I’m sorry if she pushed you into this”

“Nobody pushes me into anything” He stated firmly “For the record I’m really glad I came, hopefully you are too?” He raised an eyebrow

“Yeah, I am” you smiled shyly at the charming man sitting across from you, his confidence never fading throughout any interaction between the two of you. You were quite fond of everything about him, his looks and his never faltering aura of relaxedness.

When dinner was over he paid, which you tried to insist he didn’t need to.

“Nonsense” He cut off your reasonings for why you should pay for your half, and slipped his card to the waiter before you could do anything about it.

“Thank you”

“Of course, what kind of man would I be if I didn’t pay for my beautiful date’s meal on our first date”

You blushed at the endearment from him. Getting up from the table he helped you put your coat that you had brought with you on, holding it while you turned back facing him and put and arm in each sleeve.

“Shall I walk you to your car?” He offered

“I uh, actually took a taxi here, I forgot to call one to pick me up but I’ll do that now and it shouldn't take more than 20 minutes to get here”

He frowned and shook his head, “No, I’ll drive you home”

“You really don’t have to, I live kinda far from here”

“Which is exactly why I would be a total jerk if I let you pay for another long taxi ride home”

You could tell no wasn’t going to be an answer, and honestly spending more time with him wasn’t a bad idea. You had decided half way through the meal you weren’t going to try and bring him home, you were already too nervous just talking to him, you couldn’t even imagine how bad you’d be in bed right now. But the thought still intrigued you, the way his lips looked so soft and welcoming, the way his jacked was unbuttoned in a way that let you see the tight shirt clinging to his muscular chest made your core ache in a way you’d never felt before.

As he drove you home the two of you engaged in more small talk, though you weren’t totally attentive the whole time, your mind still distracted by impure thoughts of the man sitting next to you.

Once reaching your apartment complex, with a hand on the car door, you turned to say goodbye and were met with his hungry eyes. He was staring at your lips not letting his eyes leave your face. You could feel your heart pounding loudly in your chest. He slowly leaned in towards you getting only inches from your face, waiting for your permission to lay his lips on yours. ‘Fuck it’ you thought. You granted him what he was craving because oh how you were craving it too.

Lunging forward into the kiss and grabbing the back of his neck you as you did. The kisses were fast and sloppy like two people who were starved. “Oh my god y/n” He gasped into your mouth “please” he groaned, lips meeting yours again and his tongue starting to lightly flick your bottom lip before pulling away slightly “will you…” he plants a few more quick sloppy kisses on you, then through his pants you could hear... “please, will you invite me to come in with you?”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to invite him in, but because you couldn’t believe this was happening, it felt surreal that this godlike man was begging YOU to invite him to your place. You managed a small nod of your head. He let out a soft growl planting one last kiss on your lips before pulling into a parking space quickly, and rushing to your side of the car to open the door for you.

It felt like time was moving too slowly as you hand in hand led him to your apartment. The key couldn’t turn in the lock fast enough, as you felt you would die of anticipation. This was it, this was the night you would finally lose your virginity, and to HIM?

Once inside he mumbled “You live alone?” and you confirmed yes you live alone. Instantly he grabbed you by your waist, pressing every inch of his body against yours, his breathing strained and his eyes lustful as he trailed kisses down your neck and to the top of your chest where the fabric of your dress still hung over your breasts. He took one of the straps from your dress and slid it down off your shoulder, pleased to see you hadn’t been wearing a bra (As the dress had a built in one, you silently thanked yourself for choosing this attire) he groaned as he slipped the other strap off of your shoulder as well, giving him full view of your tits.

“Wow,” he breathed heavily “So perfect” and he cupped one in his hand while bringing his face to the other to plant kisses and then to take your erect bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue against you eliciting a soft moan from your lips, while you ran your hands through his hair as he sucked and teased. He dropped to his knees, pulling your dress down further, now kissing your stomach with soft but needy kisses. He glanced up at you to see your eyes closed and head tilted back in ecstasy. He smirked and planted another kiss right below your belly button, proud of the state you’re in, proud that he was making you feel that way.

Hoseok slipped your dress down all the way, leaving you naked and exposed besides the lace black panties still clinging to the part of your body that was so needy for his touch.

He played with the hem of the panties, teasing you until you groaned a “Hoseok, please” At that he gently pressed a finger to your clit over the fabric and slowly drew circles, you let out a soft squeak at the sudden wave of pleasure flooding your body.

Hoseok then suddenly and harshely grabbed the panties and yanked them down to your ankles as if they were offending him, angry that they were in his way. He smirked up at you only for a split second before diving in to your soaking core. You could barely stay standing, your knees feeling weak as his tounge playfully licked you, flicking over your clit while he held you from behind your thighs.

“H-Hoseok” you whined, He continued to hungrily lap up every last bit of wetness that you were giving to him. Your hands holding his head to you gently, feeling yourself already approaching your high.

Jackson had done this for you once or twice, but never this good, you actually faked your orgasm with him one of the times just to get him to stop. But this, you never wanted it to stop.

Hoseok could feel you approaching your finnish and he sped up his tongue, the quick figure eight movements to your clit were going to be your undoing.

“That's it baby, come for me” he muttered into you quickly and sped up even faster than you’d thought was possible.

“H-hoseok, I-I’m gonna, I’m…” A wave of pleasure crashed around you, you gripped his hair roughly as that lethal tongue continued it’s pace. You couldn’t help but scream out at the feeling. He didn’t stop until he was sure you had rode out your high, he then slowed his pace until finally bringing his lips away from you and planting one last kiss to your folds before standing up to face you.

He started to unzip his pants “I’m gonna wreck you princess, you don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into now” He smirked darkly. “You gonna be a good little slut for me? Take my cock in that pussy and obey my every word. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to taste you even though I don’t think you deserved it for wearing such a revealing dress, teasing me the whole dinner. I wanted to take you from the minute I saw you and I bet every guy in that restaurant did too. I should punish you for that, Unfortunately I didn’t bring my paddle, I’ll have to make do with what I’ve got here. Better come up with a safeword sweetheart” His face dark and serious as he continued to undress himself. Your eyes were wide with shock, no one had ever spoken to you like that before, he was right, you didn’t understand what you’d gotten into. It kind of scared you, and you realized you should inform him that this was your first time...and that you really didn’t even understand this game he wanted to play with you. It seemed to be a turn on for him to want to punish you, to want to be rough with you. He wanted a safeword? You didn’t even know what that meant. You felt embarrassed of your inexperience, part of you didn’t want to tell him, but you also knew he’d probably realize it pretty quickly.

He roughly grabbed your waist about to lead you to the couch and was opening his mouth to to speak, something filthy again you guessed, when you cut him off with “I’m a virgin!” oh shit, you just blurted it, no set up, no beating around the bush. Not exactly how you meant to say that but you figured maybe he’d just say okay and you’d continue on your merry way to lovemaking.

However that was not the case. Hoseok instantly froze. “What” he said softly in monotone.

“I-I’ve never had sex before, I just figured that was important to know before we...ya know, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood lets just go back to…”

But he was already pulling his pants back up over his now fading erection, zipping them up and shaking his head the whole time. “I misread this situation, I’m not doing this” He said with some rage in his tone. “You should’ve said that sooner” He snapped.

“I’m sorry” You stuttered, tears starting to form, mortified at his reaction.

He quickly gathered himself and without even so much as a goodbye was out the door, slamming it on his way out, and that was it, he was gone.

You stood in shock, not wanting to chase after him after that harsh rejection you’d just recieved. The tears forming in your eyes were now rolling down your face. You’d blown it, maybe you shouldn’t have told him. When you said it, he looked at you with such disgust, it was the most humiliating feeling you’d ever experienced. There he was, worshiping you between your legs one moment, to glaring at you and rushing out the door like you had the plague the next.

You ran to your room and collapsed into your bed sobbing into your pillow, still as naked and exposed as he’d left you when he stormed out the door. You inner thighs still wet with the lingering reminder of the beautiful gift he’d given you. Your sobs grew louder the more you thought on it, everything was going so well, the whole night was perfect and you ruined it. How could you get your heartbroken by a guy because you wouldn't have sex with him, only to get your heart broken by the next because you hadn’t had sex and wanted to with him.

Your cries continued all the way until you drifted into sleep.

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“HE WHAT?” Ash’s appalled voice screamed into the phone, you had to pull it away from your ear.

“Yeah...It was going well, but after I told him...It just all went wrong” You said somberly

“I’m gonna kill him if I see him again. To just leave like that without a goodbye? Without an explanation, especially after you guys had already gotten pretty hot and heavy together. I can’t believe anyone would have the nerve to do that. Y/N I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have set you up if I knew he was going to act like such a douche about it. I’ve heard he was a player but also quite the gentleman so I figured a guy like him would be perfect to take your V card and -SEOKJIN WE NEED TO TALK-” She interrupted her own thought to presumably scream at her probably now terrified boyfriend who had just come in the door to their shared apartment.

“Wait, Ash. You literally set me up on this date with a player, just for a fuck? What is wrong with you?!” You yelled shocked

“Oh come on, y/n. It wasn’t like you’re thinking. I mean yeah I knew he probably wasn’t the type for dating, but he seemed like such a nice guy, and what you needed to get your mind off of Jackson wasn’t a new boyfriend”

You groaned loudly “Ash. I love you. But don’t do that again, and I think this is a perfect example of why not”

“Yeah, I really am sorry, do you need me to come over?” She quietly replied apologetically.

“That’d be nice, bring some ice cream.”

“Okay, I just need to tell Seokjin that his friend is a douchebag real quick and I’ll be right over”

You rolled your eyes, even though she couldn’t see. “Please spare him the details of this. I’d rather my embarrassing night not be the talk of the town.”

“Uhh okay” She answered with a tone you could tell meant she most definitely was going to give every detail to her boyfriend, and probably yell at him about Hoseok as if it was his fault too somehow just by association with the offender in question.

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When Ashley came over in about an hour you vented, ate icecream and got many hugs and reassurances. As a pleasant surprise she’d also brought over tons of wine, you both had proceeded to drink almost all of it.

“Yoush” *hiccup* “You should tell him, that he is a rude” *hiccup* “Rude scumbag, with a trash dick, and you hope it falls off” Ashley drunkenly slurred.

You giggled, equally as drunk as your friend “Ashhhh, I didn’t even see his dick”

“Well tell him that…” She thought hard with her hand to her chin “That he is bad at eating pussy and you thought of someone else the whole time”

“Yikes Ash,” you laughed, Taking another sip of wine. “How about I just don’t talk to him ever again and lets leave it at that”

But in your drunken haze, before you had even realized what was happening, you saw Ash typing on her phone, wait, not her phone, your phone! “Ash wait no! What are you doing!”

She giggled maniacally and said “SENT” while holding her stomach and falling over with laughter.

You quickly grabbed the phone to assess the damage.

Hey hoseok, y/n here. Just wanted to say that you are a giant douchbag, and a coward. Thanks for leaving without an explaination, doucheee, -much hate, y/n

“ASH WHY” you yelled hitting her in the shoulder, quickly putting your fingers to your keyboard to try and undo what she had done

I’m really sorry, That was Ash not me. You don’t owe me an explanation. We can just never speak about this or anything ever again.

“Why do you make things worse” You groaned at Ashley after pressing send, hoping Hoseok would just ignore the messages.

*Ding* your phone chimed. Your stomach dropped. “Oh shit. I don’t wanna read it” you whined

Ashley took the phone and read aloud “Y/N. I’m very sorry I left in a rush last night, I’m sorry if that hurt you, if you really want an explanation we can meet tomorrow at the coffee shop on the corner of 2nd Street at 2:00.” Ashley looked annoyed “He's really gonna try and meet up after that? What the hell is wrong with him. Don’t go y/n,”

You nodded as if to agree with her. But your mind was racing. He wanted to meet again, maybe you hadn’t totally blown it, maybe he had a really good reason, maybe he just ended up not feeling well, maybe he’d want to try again. You thought hopefully, only to frown, realizing you were probably fooling yourself. If he didn’t want you then, he wouldn’t want you now.

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It was the next day, and there you were, wearing a cute short skirt and tight fitting top, waiting at the coffee shop at 2:00. Despite Ash’s warnings that you were setting yourself up for more hurt you couldn’t help but be curious at the excuse Hoseok was going to try to use to explain his odd behavior two nights ago.

When he walked into the shop he was just as breathtaking at the first time you’d seen him. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black pullover hoodie, a black beanie hanging off of his lazily styled black hair. It was such a simple lazy look, yet he pulled it off like he was a supermodel. It was so unfair. Just two nights ago that perfect face was buried between your legs, and seeing him now just reminded you that you’d never get to feel that heaven he’d given to you ever again. He’d rejected you after giving you the best night you’d ever had, turning it into one of the worst you’d ever had, surprisingly maybe a close second to walking in on your ex fucking another woman.

Hoseok sat down at the table after grabbing a coffee from the counter. He actually seemed shyer compared to the smooth talking Hoseok the first time you’d met him. He held his coffee cup with both hands, staring down at it awkwardly.

“Hi.” He spoke.

“Hello” you returned.

More silence.

“So…” you began, watching him as he fiddled with the lid of his cup avoiding your eyes.

“So…” he repeated after you quietly. “I should explain huh” his gaze finally lifted up to yours. His dark eyes looking tired and lifeless. He sighed

“First, I’m sorry” he winced like that was hard for him to say, “You see, the thing is. I like to have sex a certain type of way…” He paused. “I’m what you would call a dom, and I’m a pretty intense one, I’m assuming you don’t know what that is. Some of the main things that means is that I like to hurt, inflict pain, or deny a woman of her orgasm over and over until shes screaming for it, it’s what I get off on and it’s the only way I have sex. The women I have sex with are subs, and I usually have a really good eye for when someone is one. I thought” He took a deep breath in “It seems I mistook your shy innocence for that, rather than being a virgin, I thought you were the type of girl that I usually participate in those acts with, and I thought you realized thats how I was as well. But when you told me you were a virgin, it hit me like a ton of bricks how mistaken I was. I would never do what I do to other girls to a virgin, you would never want your first time to be with someone like me” his voice trailed off and he hung his head looking down to the table. “I had to leave quickly, because I was scared that even after knowing what you were...I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back. I was really worked up, and you were,” he stopped and looked up at you again, eyes trailing over you, a hint of the hunger from the other night showing on his face “you are, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life” He groaned “It’s not fair, I got a taste, but I can’t have you”

Finally he paused long enough for you to get a word in. “oh…I guess I get it. But, maybe I’d like those things you do”

“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t even know the things I wanted, and still want to do to you” his voice strained as he spoke.

“You’re right, I don’t know, but I don’t need to be babied, I can learn, I can at least try right?”

Hoseok shook his head sternly “No, I’m not going to. You deserve to have your first time to be with someone who cares about you, who will treat you gently and take his time, someone who wouldn’t just think of you like a sex toy.”

A sex toy? So is that how he saw you, is that how he views women? Upon noticing your appalled face he points at you

“See. This is what I mean. If you can’t even handle me saying stuff like that you aren’t ready. I wouldn’t treat you kindly. Me eating you out was...different, I actually don’t know why I did that without getting into my dom persona yet. But I assure you that you don’t deserve to be treated the way I treat women. I can tell you are a good person, a kind woman, someone who deserves anything but this” he gestured to himself.

Your face scrunched and you pouted very obviously. He sighed and shook his head, he bit his lip as if trying to hold back from something.

“I’ve said all I came here to say, you deserve an explanation. You didn’t do anything wrong, its me. I’m not ashamed of who I am or what I enjoy, but I have a rule of not participating in what I do with women who have no experience with it, let alone someone who has no experience with sex at all. First of all because I don’t particularly enjoy teaching new subs, and secondly because you may think you’re ready for it, But I can tell you aren’t, and I’m so bad at holding back” he almost moaned that last part. It was evident that he still was very attracted to you, why or how you couldn’t quite understand, you’d never thought of yourself as the type of girl guys thought of as irresistible. But Hoseok looked at you like all he wanted was to pick up right where he left off right here in the coffee shop.

“I still think that you’re being a bit ridiculous, how do you know what I can and can’t handle” you shot out.

He stayed staring at you like he was a lion ready to pounce on his prey, “As a dom part of my role is to know what my subs can and can’t handle. And you.” He shook his head disappointedly “You can’t handle this. I’m afraid this is the last we’ll see of eachother y/n” He immediately stood up, walking over to you and planting a kiss on your cheek. “I really am sorry, I hope you find someone who can treat you how you deserve” He said wincing at that thought, the thought of someone else being the one to lay in bed with you.

He sped out of the shop parking lot faster than legal, angry at himself for putting himself in such a tempting position with you. Angry at himself for feeling a feeling he swore he’d long forgotten, jealousy was an emotion that had long been out of his list of things he’d felt. It’d been many years since the thought of someone else with the woman he wanted made his blood boil like this. He was used to one night stands, and if he happened to see the girl he’d slept with the night before at the same club the next night, with a different man, he felt nothing. Mostly because he was already on the search for someone new himself. In fact, meeting you at the coffee shop was the first time in forever that he could remember meeting with a woman he had been intimate with for a second time without it just being for another round of sex and nothing more. He shook his head as he gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. It would fade, he’d forget you just like all the others, he told himself.

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It’d been two weeks now after being rejected by Hoseok for the second time. You were getting dressed to head over to Ashley and Jin’s place for a party they were throwing. Ashley was quite the social butterfly and loved throwing these large parties with drinking and dancing and the works. You always felt slightly out of place but liked to go anyways.

You slipped on a black skirt and tight blue shirt that you felt made your tits look incredible, then made your way to the taxi and finally arrived at Ash’s place.

You’d gotten there about an hour after the party had started, upon walking into the large space where many people were gathered you saw most seemed already many drinks in. Loud music blaring from some speakers in the corner of the room playing some generic dance music you couldn’t help but bob your head to.

“Hey!” A voice yelled from across the room. Ash ran over to you throwing her arms around your shoulders. “Let's get you a drink” She grinned, obviously a few in already herself.

As you made your way to the drinks table a figure dancing in the center of the room caught your eye. Damnit. Why was he here.

Hoseok was dancing enthusiastically to the song playing, a tall blonde that looked like she walked straight out of a playboy magazine was pressed against him. Her back to him and ass grinding against his front while he had his hands on her hips moving her to the music smoothly.

He happened to look up from her for just long enough to see you staring. Shit. You thought, not wanting to make things awkward you wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t seem to. You couldn’t help but wonder if that girl was one of those sub types he had been talking about. Would she be giving him exactly what he wanted later tonight? The thing that he didn’t seem to think you could give…

What he did next was far too reminiscent of your least favorite memory with your ex. Hoseok did a simple shrug and a smirk your way.

Your blood was boiling and your eyes must’ve shown how much you didn’t appreciate that gesture since Hoseok made a ‘yikes’ face and went back to focusing on the playboy bunny looking girl in front of him.

“Earth to y/n” Ash waved a hand that was cupping a drink in your view. You quickly grabbed it and chugged it down instantly handing it back to Ashley implying you were ready for another.

“Damn girl” She giggled “Okay, I get it, it's that kind of night”

She promptly got you another drink. You were ready to get wasted, hoping to forget that Hoseok was here. It hurt enough to be rejected by him, but why did he have to parade himself around in all his perfection. You felt insignificant, your inexperience in sex drove him away.

After some dancing and a few more drinks your inhibitions had been sufficiently driven away. You couldn’t help yourself from glancing Hoseok’s way every once in a while. No matter how hard you were trying to just enjoy hanging out with Ashley, thoughts of him kept intruding.

When you looked this time he was on his own, his dance partner must’ve left to get a drink or gone to the bathroom. Ashley was facing away from you dancing against Jin.

Not fully in control of your feet or your actions, you found yourself strutting over to him. You grabbed his arm “Come here” you said angrily and dragged him into the kitchen. His eyebrows raised in amusement, not used to anyone being this forward with him of all people.

You let him go and he instantly crossed his arms. “Little girl you’d better explain yourself.” he growled, yet the look of amusement hadn’t quite left his face.

You huffed, too drunk to think over your words before they spilled out “You know something. I am quite offended that you think I’m not someone who could handle you. Like all this-” you motioned up and down to all of him “-is some kind of special prize that I’d have gotten to have if only I was some kind of floozy or something like that” you slurred

He let out an unrestrained laugh at your words. “Holyshit you’re smashed. Okay um I-”

You cut him off “No. I don’t even want to hear it. I wasn’t trying to say I still wanted you or something. I’m just saying what gives you the right to act like you know me so well after one date. One and a half maybe if you count the second time you rejected me” you pouted. “Anyways, my point here is, I was thinking about what you said about me needing to lose it with someone I cared about. And I think that's bullshit. You don’t get an opinion on who I lose my virginity to, or how they feel about me. You think you’re saving me or something by not being my first. So I’m here to inform you that I’m going to go have sex. Tonight. With some random guy out there” you whipped your arm out and pointed out to the party, losing your balance as you did and almost falling over. “And I don’t give a shit if he cares about me or not.”

You couldn’t quite tell what was going through Hoseok’s mind. His face had turned from amused to blank and emotionless. You didn’t wait around for him to respond and stumbled back out to join the rest of the party.

You scanned the room for a suitable candidate and your eyes landed on an attractive man standing alone against one of the walls. You wandered over to him

“Wanna dance” you said in your best flirtatious voice.

The man grinned widely and excitedly pulled himself from the wall and nodded. You grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the center of the crowd of other dancing party goers. You instantly pressed your back against his chest and started pressing your backside into his hips, rolling them smoothly to the beat of the music the same way you’d watched the girl do with Hoseok.

“What’s your name?” he spoke into your ear, then pulled back your hair so he could softly brush his lips against your neck.

“I’m y/n. You?” you smiled softly turning your head as much as you could to face him from your position giving flirtatious doe eyes and batting your eyelashes at him.

“Taehyung” he murmured into your ear, a soft groan only audible to you left his lips and his hands gripped your sides hard moving with them as they pressed against his now growing boner. After dancing for a couple minutes like that you spun around to face him. Your hands draped loosely over his shoulders, you leaned into his ear “I know a place we can go to be alone” you whispered.

“Fuck” he inhaled sharply “Yeah, lets go” he nodded

You walked clumsily, leading him towards the halway you knew led to Ash’s guest room. You figured she wouldn’t mind, especially since she was the one who had pushed for you to lose your V card so much.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” A voice yelled from behind you. You whipped your head around to see Hoseok seething, standing tall and staring directly at Taehyung.

“You’re really gonna go in there and fuck a girl who’s that drunk? That’s the type of creep you are?” He shouted at the man who you had invited into the spare room with you.

“What the fuck man, she asked me” Taehyung spat back, putting up his hands defensively, slightly embarrassed about the scene that was being caused.

“And you feel good about that huh?” Hoseok growled, shoving the shoulder of other man hard causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“Hoseok!” You were in shock at his actions towards Taehyung. “Hoseok, there's no fucking problem here. I’m consenting okay.”

“Yeah man, you can step the fuck back” Taehyung hissed putting an arm around your shoulders as if to show Hoseok that he was more than allowed to be with you.

Hoseok’s hands were balled into fists, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes narrowed. He shook his head and let out a low somewhat menacing chuckle. In one swift stroke before you could even registar what was happening, Hoseok had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. He walked away quickly carrying you out the door of Ash and Jin’s house.

You started hitting your fists onto his back in protest and you could faintly hear a “What the hell man” from Taehyung as you were carried further away from the party.

Once you had reached his car Hoseok plopped you down, still holding on to you by one of your wrists he opened the passenger seat door. “In.” he commanded sternly.

“No way!” you objected “You’re acting like a psycho right now”

He tensed up at your comment, the vein in his neck throbbing “Now.” he spoke through clenched teeth.

Not wanting to escalate his anger any further you decided to give in and get in his car.

He slammed the door after you entered and rushed to the drivers side, also slamming his own door as he sat down.

“You.” he started, shaking his head “What were you thinking”

“I think I already told you what I was thinking, remember our talk in the kitchen”

“Our talk huh” he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair in an aggressive manner. “You mean when you pulled me in there to go off on me and didn’t even wait around for me to get a word in” he glared at you.

You started nervously pulling at your fingers in your lap.

Hoseok put the keys in the ignition and started to back out of the spot he was parked in.

“I’m taking you home” he muttered

“Are you okay to drive? We were kinda just at a party”

He rolled his eyes at you “I didn’t drink, I don’t really drink”

You now remember your date with him, he ordered you a wine but nothing besides water for himself. You wonder why you thought he was just as drunk as you tonight. You groaned to yourself, you’re a drunk mess currently and he's completely sober to witness it all. You shouldn’t care, you’re overwhelmed with anger because of his actions and the fact that he for lack of a better term ‘cockblocked’ you.

You were silent the whole way home as was he. Surprisingly he remembered exactly where you lived and didn’t ask for directions once.

As he pulled up to your apartment complex you decided to one last time give him a piece of your mind.

“You know I was fine right? I don’t see why it even matters to you if I sleep with someone. You totally cockblocked me and embarrassed that poor guy at the party. He was nice.” You glared at Hoseok.

He put the car in park and shook his head, “You’d regret it if you were this drunk for your first time”

“Again, I don’t see why that matters to you, or why you think it's any of your business anyways” you huffed.

He didn’t look at you, staring at his steering wheel with a serious expression.

His silence only irritated you more, “This is a decision that should be up to me. I’m grown woman who can make her own damn choices”

He scoffed, still not turning his head to you, “Obviously you can’t because you were about to make a horrible choice”

You felt your face growing red with rage. “Thats. Not. For. You. To. Say” you enunciated clearly, not really sure how better to get this point across to him. He rejected you, he wasn’t your boyfriend or even your friend for that matter.

He sighed and finally turned to make eye contact with you, his expression was softer than it had been since dragging you out of Ashley’s house. “Look. When I lost my virginity…” He winced at the memory “It was awful, I mean not the act itself, but it was with a woman who couldn’t have cared less about me. I was in love with her, the only woman I’ve ever loved…” he trailed off and paused for a while.

You sat in silence waiting for him to finish explaining himself.

“She was my older brothers girlfriend. I’d always loved her. Sometimes she’d come over to our house even though she knew my brother wasn’t home. I didn’t want to do anything to betray my brother, even though she begged. One day I caved in and I let her kiss me. After that she just kept wanting more, I tried to tell her how awful it made me feel and that I would never go all the way with her. Eventually she ended up getting me so drunk I could barely function, and she told me she was going to leave him for me if I slept with her. I was so taken by the love I had for her that I believed her. I barely even remember what happened I was so wasted. But I do remember how right after we were done she laughed. She never planned on leaving my brother, she was an awful person” he shook his head, it seemed he was almost tearing up. “My brother ended up coming home while all this was happening. He saw me with her. And she told him…” Hoseok took a deep breath “She told him that I forced myself on her, that I was drunk and threatened her. I still don’t talk to my brother, he never believed me. They are married now. And its for that exact reason I don’t trust anyone. People are liars. And love is a lie.” He spat the last sentence out with a cold expression.

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe how much Hoseok had just opened up to you. It made it hard to be angry with him anymore in this moment.

“I-I’m sorry that happened to you” you stuttered

He shrugged his shoulders and stared out the windshield of his car. “It’s the past. But sometimes it does still bother me. I swore I’d never fall in love again. And that I’d never let someone fall in love with me. I would never let myself do what she did, taking someones virginity and tossing them aside like that.”

“Hoseok...I” you pursed your lips and debated on whether what you were about to say was too insensitive. “I’m sorry, but you do realize just because that's your story doesn’t mean that would be mine right? Or anyone else's if they fell in love, or lost their virginity. I’m not being tricked or deceived, and I wouldn't be broken hearted or anything if it was just a one time thing. I get that it meant a lot to you, but I still don’t think that really gives you an excuse to tell other people what it should mean to them”

He snapped his head to you, jaw dropping at your words. “You know you’re really dense. Don’t act like you know what you’re talking about” he hissed.

Your eyes narrowed and you immediately started getting out of his car. “No, you’re the dense one Hoseok. We all have sob stories in life. Not everyone lets it ruin them for anyone else. I’m going to lose my virginity one way or another and I’d appreciate if you stop trying to make it your business” and on that note you slammed the car door on him and rushed in to your apartment. Leaving him to think on what you’d just said.

It honestly baffled you that because of something that happened to him he felt entitled to an opinion on your life, you wanted to show him that he was wrong. That just because he had loved once and it went poorly didn’t mean that love was wrong. That just because he lost his virginity and it went badly didn’t mean that everyone who is a virgin was so sensitive about how their first time went. At this point in your life it didn’t need it to be special, you didn’t even need it to mean anything at all.

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That night when Hoseok got back to his house he was fuming. He knew he shouldn’t have done what he did. You made him lose all common sense. He was usually calm and collected, things like this didn’t get to him. He angrily tossed his keys on to his kitchen counter and stomped into his bedroom, throwing himself onto his bed and staring at the ceiling. He knew you were right, just because he felt how he did about first times being important and special didn’t mean that anyone else had to feel that way. He’d never pushed his opinions on someone else like that before. But with you, it was different. It was different because he wanted so badly for it to be him, and he hated himself for that. He knew what type of person he was, fuck em’ then leave before they woke up in the morning type of guy. What if you did end up liking him afterwards, that was a chance he didn’t want to take. In his mind he was incapable of ever returning that type of feeling to anyone. He’d never loved since that day.

He put his hands to his face dragging them down in frustration. He was slightly embarrassed that he’d told you about all of that, he didn’t even know why he did, he’d never told anyone about that.

What were you doing to him?

He pulled his phone out, maybe just getting off and going to bed was all he needed to reset and pretend today didn’t happen. He pulled up his usual genre of porn, something sub/dom related where the guy had the girl tied up and was using a vibrator on her, teasing her over and over not letting her reach her orgasm, grinning each time he deprived her of her high. Something Hoseok had done many times with his one night stands.

He unbuttoned his pants slipping them off and reaching his hand inside his boxers, palming his cock to warm himself up.

Once he was hard he wrapped his hand tightly around the base of his length, slowly stroking up and down as he watched the girl in the video begging her dom to let her cum. He loved to hear his subs beg for him. He closed his eyes for a moment to just listen to the whining of the girl in the video, and ended up picturing you whining, tied up and begging for him, pleading for him to make you cum. He remembered watching you cum that first night, your moans and your beautiful body. He pumped his cock faster at that thought tossing his head back as he got closer to cumming. He pictured you kissing him as he fingered you, moaning into his lips. This was something usually too vanilla for him to get off on, but when he imagined it was you, somehow it was the most erotic thing he’d ever felt. He lifted his hips slightly off the bed and moaned loudly as he reached his finnish. His legs were slightly shaking, he wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead with his non messy hand and took a few deep breaths.

As great as it was. He was disappointed in how that all just went. He had thought he could get his mind off of you by watching porn, but all he could think about was you. He’d never fantasized about someone like that before, not the way that he just did now…

He took a shower and cleaned himself up. After returning to his bed he let out a long sigh.

Love is a lie. Love is a lie. Love is a lie. A voice in his head repeated itself.

It was somewhat of a mantra of his. And it was an easy lifestyle to stick to, most subs didn’t want anything more than sex for the night and were quick to move on to the next dom. On the occasion where one got attached Hoseok was quick to cut ties and avoid her, it was so annoying when that happened.

Yet, why did a part of him want to keep seeing you...want to have you again and again and again. You were driving him crazy, making him second guess everything he stood for when it came to women. Was he starting to change his mind about letting himself have actually feelings for someone?

No. He couldn’t. Because if those feelings ever changed and he broke your heart, the heart of a girl who had lost her virginity to him, as his brother’s wife had done to him...he’d never be able to forgive himself.

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The next day Hoseok texted Jin and asked him to meet up at a bar that was down the road from where he lived.

When Hoseok arrived Jin was already sat down with a tall beer in front of him. He sat down beside his friend and flagged down the bartender. “Whiskey please.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened. “You sure? I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you drink anything but water!”

Hoseok nodded “I’m sure. I need it for what I want to talk to you about”

After getting a few drinks in and having some small talk about how things were going with Jin and Ashley’s relationship, Hoseok decided to finally go to the subject he had wanted to meet up to discuss. He told Jin about the feelings he was having about you, he didn’t quite get in to as much detail about his past as he had with you, mostly summarizing it into, ‘It just went badly when I lost mine’

Jin knew that his friend was a regular player, he’d never seen him out with the same girl twice so a lot of this was no surprise to him.

“So you’re just scared.” Jin said

“Scared?” Hoseok scrunched his eyebrows in thought. “I guess you could say that.”

“Hoseok I know y/n a bit, she's over at our place quite a lot. Ashley has told me a lot about her. I don’t know if it’s really my place to say this but I’m going to anyways. Y/n has had her fair share of her own heartbreaks. She was cheated on by basically the only guy she had ever been with. Walked in on the whole thing and all that. She was hurt but she honestly seemed to handle it well, she's a strong person. So I think if your concern here is that just because she's a virgin that you’d be the first one to break her heart or something you’ve been beat to it.” he shrugged “But I think the bigger thing here is that you’re scared she’ll hurt you”

“What?” Hoseok looked confused at his friend

“It sounds like someone hurt you, and now to prevent that from ever happening again you’ve shut yourself off from ever getting close to letting that happen again. I kinda get it. Love can be scary, I don't know how I’d handle it if Ash ever broke my heart. But those are chances you have to take, cuz if you don’t you could be missing out on the best decision of your life man.”

Hoseok thought hard about what his friend just said. Maybe he was right. He was scared. This was terrifying. The idea of either you or him getting hurt by getting involved with each other seemed too big of a risk to take. At the same time, like Jin said, what if the risk paid off, what if for the first time in his life Hoseok could actually fall in love with someone who returned those feelings? Was it too late now? The last time you saw him you were so mad at him.

Tomorrow he would tell you. Tomorrow he would confess these feelings eating him up inside.

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You were laying in bed watching your favorite drama, covers pulled up over your chest when you heard your doorbell ring. It was late in the evening and usually if Ash was coming over she’d text first.

You pulled a t-shirt on over your bare chest and grabbed some loose fitting pajama shorts putting them on as you walked to the door. You glanced through the peephole of your door to inspect the unexpected visitor. Hoseok? You debated on pretending not to be home but decided to see what he could possibly want.

You swung the door open with a sour “What.”

His face showed he was slightly taken aback by your attitude. Though you weren’t sure what he expected when the last time you saw him you were slamming a car door in his face.

“I- Can I come in?” he stuttered nervously.

“I guess…” You muttered. He was acting so strange you weren’t sure if you should but decided it couldn’t hurt to see what was up with him.

He slowly stepped in, he took off the raincoat he had been wearing and held it in his hand. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, his hair seemed wet from the apparent weather you were unaware of. You couldn’t help but take note of how handsome he looked like that, his wet hair sticking to his forehead in the most attractive way. You tried not to let it take away from the annoyance you were feeling.

You stood with your arms crossed facing him. “Okay...so?”

He inhaled deeply “I like you. A lot. Like...A lot. Shit um. First I should say I’m sorry, I know you’re mad at me for the other night. I was wrong, I just, I couldn’t bear to see you with anyone, but me” he said softly. You were shocked and confused, you let his words hang in the air for a long time before responding.

“I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t think of people that way, as like...your way of life or something” you slowly spoke

“I dont...I mean I didn’t. This is new, and I don’t really even know why.” He muttered “Thats a lie, I know why. You are so…” He paused “You are perfect, the way you talk, the little things you do. I think I fell head over heels that first night we met and I haven’t been the same since. I don’t really know how to handle this, how to go about this. I tried hard just to deny it was anything but that only seemed to make things worse. Seeing you with someone else really proved to me that what I’m feeling is that I don’t ever want to see you with anyone but me. I-” another deep breath “I don’t want to be with anyone but you” he stepped forward and grabbed your hand gently. “I’ve always said love is a lie. That I just didn’t believe in it. But now I’ve realized, love is a risk. It’s real and its terrifying, and what I feel for you scares me.”

Your eyes grew bigger the more he spoke, you tried to take in everything he’d just said.

“I realize how much of a risk it is, especially right now. I’m here pouring my heart out, and I don’t even know if you feel a thing for me. You probably only wanted to fuck that first night and here I am making this out to be more than it was” He groaned “I’m so stupid, I’m sorry. I said what I needed to say, I’m gonna go home and die from embarrassment” he shook his head, releasing your hand and starting to walk away.

“Wait!” you shot out and grabbed his hand back, pulling him to you. “I-I actually don’t know what to say” you admitted.

He stared at you blankly for a moment, wondering what was going through your mind.

You sighed, “I liked you right away on that date. I mean looks wise, you are a fucking 10” you motioned up and down to him.

He broke his blank expression and chuckled.

“I’m mad at you for the other night. But I kinda get it now, you’ve been dealing with a lot trying to make out your feelings. I don’t really know what to think. But, If you actually feel what you’re saying, I think you should know that I feel the same” you confessed.

And you knew you were telling the truth. You hadn’t totally realized it until now, but even through all his strange actions towards you, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. Him telling you that he liked you in a way he’d never thought was possible for him anymore had you floating on cloud nine.

He grinned widely. “You’re sure?”

You nodded shyly, now suddenly feeling self conscious about what to do next.

He stepped in close to you, reaching up and cupping the side of your face in one of his hands, tilting your head to his. “Y/N. Can I kiss you?” he asked in a whisper.

Without answering you leaned into him and pressed your lips to his. You kissed slowly and passionately, different from the hungry lustful kisses that you had shared with him the first night you’d met. He wrapped an arm around your waist, a flat hand on your back pulling you tightly into him, his other hand trailing from where it had held your chin to the back of your head. He ran his fingers lightly through your hair as he continued planting loving kisses on your lips. You could feel the honest emotion behind these actions. He had meant what he said.

He obviously wasn’t just telling you what you wanted to hear to get you into bed with him or something like that, since you knew how he felt about that. At that thought you quickly pulled back from the kiss,

“Wait...Does that mean you want to…” you trailed off.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion “Huh?”

“You want me? Like...you want to have sex with me?” you blushed as you told him what you had meant.

“Oh” he stepped back and looked at you with a serious yet caring expression. “I do...If you want to of course. I did think about this.” he sighed “I am going to try and hold back on a lot of my urges, hopefully one day we can get into some of the things I’m in to” he winked at you “But It will be more than pleasurable to me to have you even if it is fairly gentle compared to what I’m used to”

You cringed a little at his words. What he’s used to...What if you weren’t enough for him. What if it wasn’t enough for him, or you didn’t end up liking the things he wanted. You had told him before that you would try, but now, you were nervous that if you didn’t he would reject you again and go find someone else to please him in the ways you couldn’t as your ex had done.

“Hey” he soothed, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, noticing your worried expression. “I’m going to enjoy it. As long as you are enjoying it” he smiled

You nodded and nervously tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head and standing in front of him now completely topless.

He smirked and raised his eyebrows “Oh now?” he teased.

You covered your breasts with your arms and pouted. “Or not I guess” you mumbled

He grabbed your wrists one in each hand and gently pulled your arms back down to your sides.

“I’m kidding.” he kissed you on your neck and moaned softly “You’re so beautiful” he whispered

He kissed you on your shoulder and trailed his kisses down until he reached one of your nipples, planting a gentle kiss on your sensitive bud. You shuddered at the feeling, and you could feel him smile against your skin before he started to lightly suck and nip at your breasts, always keeping the one not to his lips cupped in his hand.

He paused and brought his head up to yours “Want to go to your bedroom now?” he suggested.

You nodded nervously. As you guided him to your room you cursed yourself in your mind for not having a cleaner room at the moment.

Once you were in your room he glanced around quickly and chuckled “It seems very you”

“I’m not sure if that’s supposed to be a compliment but I’ll pretend it was” you laughed in return.

Suddenly he had you pulled back into a soft kiss. “I don’t think I could ever do anything but compliment you” he kissed neck once again “or please you. Let me make you feel good” he moaned.

You pulled back from him and grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms up and let you lift it off of him. Damn. It almost wasn’t fair someone this perfectly sculpted existed, he put models and athletes to shame looking like he did. You put a hand on his chest still marveling at his figure. He grinned “Ah, it feels so good having you touch me like this” he closed his eyes as you trailed your hand over his abs. He brought his head down onto your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck leaving a few kisses as he did. He then took your arms and positioned them to wrap around his neck, snaking his hands down to your sides and lifting you up in the air. His mouth again found yours, “put your legs around me.” he muttered softly between heavy kisses. You did as he said, once your legs were wrapped around him your core was pressed into the hardness you could feel very distinctively through his sweatpants. He placed both of his hands on your ass to help hold you up, and started rolling your hips into his front, moaning at the friction it was causing. You felt him grow even more against you. You ached for him to be inside of you, you didn’t know what it would be like, but you expected nothing less than heaven with how things were going so far.

As if he was reading your mind Hoseok walked you over to your bed, gently placing you down and climbing on top of you, continuing to grind against you. “I want you so badly y/n” he moaned, bringing eyes level with yours “But you can still say no any time if you start to not like it okay? I’m going to be gentle and try not to dom. If I accidentally get carried away or do something you don’t like let me know.”

You nodded and reached up to kiss him on the nose. He beamed at that cute little action of yours. “God damn it, if anyone else had ever done that I would’ve been so pissed. But you. I don’t even understand what this is that you’re doing to me” he chuckled and planted a kiss right back on your nose. He crawled off of you and stood up to take off his pants, dropping them along with his boxers to the floor casually and quickly. Your eyes widened and you let out a small gasp, his cock was huge, and perfect, you got slightly nervous for how well you’d be able to receive his enormous member with it being your first time. Again as if he could read your mind “I’m going to go slow okay, you’ll adjust” he reassured with a wink.

He climbed back on to the bed and locked his fingers on to the hem of your shorts and panties, rolling them both off of your body at the same time and tossing them to the floor. He spread your legs apart with and kneeled between your thighs, palming himself with a devilish expression on his face. He lowered himself so that his head was between your thighs, pecking light kisses getting closer and closer to...there. You let out a gasp as he kissed your dripping center. He did a long lick up your slit, his tongue brushing against your clit. With one hand he spread apart your lips giving himself better access to pleasure you with his tongue. His circling motions on your clit started off slow then got faster and faster. With the hand that was there he took a finger and slowly inserted it inside of you. You moaned loudly unable to contain yourself at the feeling that seemed to run over your whole body at this action of his. “Y-yes, oh my god Hoseok” you gasped out shakily.

He purred into you, his moan vibrating against you making it feel all the more amazing. He slowly pumped his finger in and out along with his tongue circling your clit. After a few moments of this he inserted another finger curling it with the other one as he moved in and out of you.

“I-I’m g-gonna” you breathed out “H-hoseok don’t stop, oh my god d-don’t stop”

Hoseok loved seeing you like this, he loved making you feel like this. It surprised him how much he was close to cumming himself without you even touching him, just from hearing you moan and beg like this for him.

You came hard, hips bucking up into his mouth and fingers as waves of pleasure surged through you. He pulled back from between your legs and moved up to kiss you on the cheek. “You are so amazing” He muttered

“Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?” you chuckled.

He let out a soft laugh and smiled shaking his head at you.

“I think I may have had more fun than you did” he sat up and gripped his cock in on hand loosely pumping up and down his length. “Ready? You still okay with this?” he asked

You nodded excitedly “Yes please”

“Mmm. I love your manners baby girl” he moaned. “You’ll learn that's always a good way to make me happy.” he winked at you.

He now hovered over you, lowering his cock to meet your entrance. “I’m going to start slow I promise, don’t be scared to tell me if its too much”

You nodded again. Then suddenly you felt him start to press into you, slowly, as he said he would.

“Relax baby” he whispered and brought his hand to the top of your head, running fingers gently through your hair.

You did your best to relax despite your nervousness. It seemed to help. He now was about half way into you, slowly pressing further in. He kissed you on the cheek and checked your expression to make sure you weren’t in pain or uncomfortable. Upon seeing that you seemed to be doing fine he pushed himself all the way in.

You let out a soft yelp. It hurt slightly but not too unbearable. He stopped moving and stilled for a moment letting you adjust.

“Tell me when you want me to move” he nuzzled his face lovingly into your neck.

“You can move Hoseok. Please move” you moaned.

Instantly as if he had been waiting for years to hear those words from you, his hips slowly started to roll, as he moved in and out of you.

“Fuck” he grunted out. “You are so fucking tight wow” he gulped as he continued his slow pace.

“You can move faster” you gasped out, loving how he felt filling you up like this. You wanted more, you wanted to please him as he pleasured you so well. He nodded and sat up a bit, pulling one of your legs up and wrapping it around him, adjusting himself to go faster and even deeper in to you.

He started to move his cock in and out at an accelerated pace. You felt yourself clench around him as you started to approach another orgasm. He definitely was able to feel you do that as instantly another “Fuck” escaped his lips.

“I-I’m gonna cum” you moaned.

Hoseok fought the urge to deny you and make you beg for it. Another time, he told himself as he shook the thought away. This time was all about making you feel good.

“Cum for me baby” he softly spoke, panting with his head buried into your neck.

At his words you felt yourself fall over the edge. Your orgasm was all he needed to push him over as well. He quickly pulled out and pumped his cock quickly “S-shit” he stuttered, legs shaking and his face flushed with intense pleasure, his come spilling onto your stomach.

“Woah” you muttered in awe. “I’ve been missing out huh” you chuckled.

Hoseok collapsed onto you not minding laying in the mess he’d created on your stomach “Mmm” his breathing starting to slow down from its quickened gasps. He rolled you over with him so you both were on your sides facing each other. He kissed you long and beautifully. “What I feel for you...right now.” He shook his head with a smile “Y/N I really think I love you.”

You grinned back at him “Hoseok, I love you too” kissing him on his nose again.

He returned your gesture with a kiss on your forehead and then pulling your head into his chest bringing you into a tight hug.

“Mine.” he mumbled.

“Yours” you replied.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #jhope imagines #jhope x reader #jhope x you #hoseok smut #jhope smut #taehyung x reader

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adrrianraines · 5 years

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metamorphosis

genre: romance book: bloodbound pairings: adrian raines x mc song inspiration: breath of life—florence and the machine

disclaimer: this has been playing on my mind for so long lmao. third time i wrote something for bb mc and adrian. enjoy!

AMIDST THE WARMEST OF HUGS you could ever receive, the happiest of laughter and the excitement and awe of your return, something tugged your gut, the familiar sinking feeling irrevocable. Familiar faces swarmed as they congratulated you but something was clearly lacking among the crowd.

Though it is not something.

But someone.

“Welcome back,” Kamilah Sayeed came forward and enveloped you to a brief yet warm contact. “You’re… truly something else.”

You gave her a half-hearted smile, eyes unable to focus. The renewed strength residing deep within you still so new to control and so hard to suppress. You had no clear recollection of what exactly happened after the confrontation, your mind only flashing faint after-images of Adrian.

“Adrian... Where is he?” The words came out like a croak, throat still hoarse and dry from the few hours you’ve spent inside the enclosed dark space.

The three of them looked at each other, unable to answer you immediately. Lily only grunted as Jax looked at you with pity in his eyes. Kamilah cleared her throat as she placed a hand on your shoulder, gaze strong and hard as steel.

“I told him to take a rest for a bit.” She answered. But you knew it wasn’t the case. There was something else there.

“What do you mean?” You tried not to sound suspicious as you swallowed deeply, the burning sensation on your mouth starting to make itself known. Kamilah quirked a brow as she motioned Lily to pick up something from behind you.

On your left, Lily handed you a goblet filled to the brim with red liquid. The glow in your eyes going intense each moment that passed without you touching the material at hand. You stared at it, compelled to take a swig, attracted to the sweet smell inside. But you narrowed your eyes and shot a glare at Kamilah’s way only for her to look at you bemusedly.

“What is it? Drink. You’re in the middle of transition.” She motioned the goblet by your side, hanging in the air at Lily’s hand.

“I’m supposed to be dead.” You whispered, memories of what happened flooding through your mind like a raging wildfire. “What... what happened to me?”

You gazed at the faces of your friends, each of them had their mouth tightly shut. Not less than 24 hours ago you were resolute in saving your friends, the love of your life and going down as a mortal. It was agonizing to begin with the realization that you’re beneath all these godlike creatures but you were more than happy to be of help even with how fragile you are compared to them.

Fear and panic started to rise up your system with each moment of silence that passed. You knew, of course, what was happening. You saw it happen to Lily. You just needed confirmation. You just needed to make sure.

Lily looked at you with sadness while Jax shook his head as if to tell you not to argue any longer. Kamilah heaved a tired sigh as she grabbed the chalice in Lily’s hand and thrust it to your direction.

“Drink it, and I assure then that we’ll talk later.” Kamilah insisted, a growing slight look of worry flashed on her deep brown irises. “Please.”

You bit back the urge to devour the slosh of red liquid on the goblet as you rolled your hands to a fisted fury. “I’m dead… I’m supposed to be dead. Why am I still here?”

Slowly, memories flashed in your head, replaying the last thing you could remember before closing your eyes. The familiar throb of pain tingling in your chest. You winced at the sensation of being stabbed over and over again.

You remember staking Gaius and being stabbed in return You remember blots of red in your chest as blood spilled out of your mouth when you stumbled You remember falling to ground as Adrian caught you in between his arms, his face stricken with tears, voice a broken record of plead, regret and hurt And then darkness.

“Where is Adrian?” You repeated once again, surprised by how firm your voice sounded. You turned a gaze towards Lily who shamefully averted her eyes away from you, as if she couldn’t bear to look at you this moment. There was a look of regret in her eyes.

You turned to look at Jax who, for the millionth time, heaved a sigh. He was noticeably bare, with only a black shirt and denim pants in his physique. No leather jacket nor his sword anywhere in his possession. Another bang of memory raked your mind and the material that stabbed you became apparent. You winced again at the familiar feeling of pain.

It was Jax’s sword. For a moment, you looked forlorn as you were reminded by this and the fact that his sword was nowhere in sight only heightened the broken feeling you had. Not only for you bu alsot for him.

Jax cleared his throat as he took a tentative step towards you, arms crossed over his chest. “We don’t know. He… hasn’t come back since putting you inside that coffin.”

Your lips trembled as you slowly sank lower, your knees giving in on you. You stumbled forward as Kamilah made a work of quickly catching you, the chalice tripping over and staining your already bloodied clothes.

“Oh shit,” Lily cursed as she frantically picked up the item and fumbled on her pockets for a handkerchief. She was able to produce a small, checkered purple handkerchief and gave it to you. You turned a weak look at her as you accepted the cloth.

“Lil,” You called and immediately noticed how her eyes were visibly wet with tears. She was trying hard to bite back a sob, her brows furrowing in concentration. You reached out and touched the edge of her eyes and offered a small smile. “Your eyeliner’s all messed up.”

With a choked laughter, she pulled you in for a hug, now unable to fully stop herself from crying. “Godamnit, you had us all worried there.”

You returned the gesture by patting her shoulder gently as she squeezed you harder.

Jax squatted in front of you, his hard gaze leveling yours. “…I’m happy to see you well. Believe me.” His voice sounded very repentant, eyes cast with shadows far different from before.

“Jax…” You trailed off, as you gently let go of Lily and focused on him. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes darker than before. You motioned to grab his hand and lightly squeeze it as he returned the gesture.

“You’re really something else, aren’t ya?” His smooth voice humored as he tore his gaze from your connected hands. He pulled you in an unexpected embrace. You can feel his very sincere emotions as you let him hold you like that for a while. The worry, the edge, the sadness, the guilt, the regret… as well as the joy and relief could be felt within his arms. You hugged him back weakly as you let out the first chuckle after being confined in the darkness for what felt like an eternity.

“Now,” Kamilah intercepted. Jax let you go as he moved to stand up. You felt Lily guide you to stand up as Kamilah dragged you up by the hand.

“Now what?” Lily asked.

“Now, what happens to me?” You questioned, ignoring the sweet scent of blood still wet on your clothes.

“Now… you transition.” Kamilah stated. “I’m sure… you’re fairly aware of it.”

You paused, gaze blank as you looked at her. The mad pounding of your heart and the unbelievable thirst raging your insides, fighting one another. You struggled to keep your composure as you swallowed hard. Bullets of sweat formed around your forehead as you took a small moment to swallow and absorb whatever you were hearing.

“Just like that?” Your voice came out tiny, trembling and unsure.

“Just like that.” Kamilah repeated your words with finality but the look on her face told you she wasn’t happy about anything that’s happening.

“Just like that...” And it all sank in. “Then I’m dead... Just like that...”

You stumbled forward, everything weighing down in an instant. Your head felt light as you choked back a small sob from coming out. Everything was overwhelming. Everything was sudden. Everything felt heavy and burdened you to the core.

“This is not what we wanted to happen…” Kamilah cooed sadly as she supported you by the shoulder. “But trust me when what we all wanted was to save you.”

Breathe. You ordered yourself as you tried to calm down. Breathe, you idiot!

You gasped as you clutched her arms, your head slowly resting on her shoulders.

“I… I’m not human anymore?” You weren’t so sure about why you needed to confirm that. When you woke up earlier you already felt something was different. But a part of you couldn’t quite grasp the concept of it all. “I’m supposed to be dead. I’m…”

“Sshh… We’re here…” Kamilah pulled you in an embrace as she gently patted your head. The familiar feeling of being stabbed by the unknown without any anchor was choking you. The familiar sensation of having to deal with this change alone was scary.

And to top it all, the person you wanted to see when you wake up was nowhere to be found.

“Who… who turned me?” You whispered against her embrace. You felt Kamilah stiffen at the question as she slowly released you from her hold. She scanned your face and held your gaze.

“Adrian.” The moment his name rolled off her lips, you let out a soft gasp. “The blood in the chalice was his. It’s supposed to aid your transition… to keep you from becoming feral.”

As if something ignited in your system, you felt uncontrollable emotions in your chest.

Surprise? Gratefulness? Frustration? Disappointment? Anger? Definitely all those.

“Adrian…” You repeated his name under gritted teeth as you felt your blood boil, worry and fury consuming you. The strength residing within you was desperately trying to get out. “Then why is he not here?”

“I told you, he-” And as if on cue, you pushed Kamilah out of your way, thought lost in focus, strength catching her off guard. She stumbled against the railing of the staircase as you moved impeccably fast, leaving all three of your friends behind. You can hear Jax and Lily desperately calling out your name from behind.

Adrian.

You navigated the familiar corridors of Raines Corp.’s basement archives. You stopped abruptly in front of the elevator. But when you heard a group of frantic footsteps behind you, you took a turn and headed to the emergency staircase, leaving all of them behind.

Adrian.

Within only a few minutes, you’ve covered enough flights of stairs to completely leave all of them behind. You didn’t care if you looked like shit. You went on barefoot, clothes stained with unimaginable amounts of blood. Your blood and Adrian’s blood when it got spilled out of the chalice earlier.

Adrian.

Morbid thoughts haunted you like wild dogs. He was not there since he dropped you off the sarcophagus after dying. You woke up and didn’t see him. He hasn’t come back.

Adrian hasn’t come back.

You shook your head as you swallowed hard, the lump on your throat gaining in on you as you moved fast, desperate. A few moments and you’ve finally reached the top most floor, to where his office was located. You were welcomed with a dimmed area, the empty reception desk - your desk - still looked the same like it was before all went to hell in New York City.

You moved silently, bare foot touching the cold marbled floors. You shivered at the contact but continued. The throbbing in your head growing madly every second that passed by. You haven’t drank anything at all. The spot in your chest where the wound was located still hurting. You clutched it tightly as you slowly walked towards his double doors.

You pushed it open to be welcomed with absolute darkness. You fumbled over the side, looking for the switch. Something moved against the dark that alarmed you. You jumped in surprise as you heard a smooth, deep baritone commanding, “Lights: On.”

When the room started to be illuminated, you gasped, heart pounding madly against your chest. Adrian looked equally surprised as you are. He stood there, mouth gaping, eyes wide in confusion and shock.

“Adrian…” You were the first to recover as you took tentative steps towards him, taking all of him in sight. He was wearing only his white undershirt, slacks still covered by dirt and grime. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I…” His voice called out to you, a soft whisper of awe and wonder. He was still yet to recover from surprise when you came barreling against him, knocking him down the carpeted floor. Tears flowed down your cheeks uncontrollably as you buried your face against his chest.

“I thought you were gone…” You whispered, voice in clear agony. Desperate and mad at the same time.

“I… I’m sorry…” He choked out as he moved to envelope your frame in his arms while you lay on top of him. “I… went to make sure… that Gaius will never return.”

You can feel the warmth of his embrace as you savored the touch you’ve longed for earlier. But then, when you were about to say something, you coughed and choked out blood. His eyes widened with alarm and flabbergasting abruptness as he moved to straighten you up. You continued to cough badly, the taste of metal taking over. You locked eyes with him for a moment before you felt your consciousness slowly fading, the familiar pang of extreme pain radiating in your system.

You looked down and watched at how fresh batch of blood appeared and the familiar sword of Jax piercing you to the hilt. Your gaze slowly traveled to Adrian who looked aghast at the scene unfolding before him.

He screamed your name in unbelievable agony before you fell limply in his arms.

Then Adrian woke up.

“What’s wrong?” Kamilah’s voice echoed around the empty room filled with brick walls as she slowly sauntered towards Adrian, offering him a bottled water. “Drink, brother.”

Adrian gasped in air as he ran a hand on his face. Unable to shake the foreboding feeling of doom in his physique. He sat up straight and grabbed the bottle from Kamilah before glancing a look at his watch.

“I had… a nightmare.” He said, unsure now to be wary or ignore the dream. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath before calming himself down.

Kamilah moved to sit down beside him as she tilted her head to the sarcophagus just a few inches away from where they were. “Lily and Jax are asleep. You should get some rest.”

“Where do we go from here?” Adrian’s eyes locked gazes with Kamilah as she offered him a sympathetic one.

“We figure it out. One circumstance at a time.”

Adrian let out a sigh as he leaned against the wall, his body spent with worry and exhaustion. “A few more hours, then.”

“Yeah. A few more hours.”

#bloodbound #playchoices #adrian raines #kamilah sayeed #lily spencer #jax matsuo #writings #adrian x mc

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hollandroos · 5 years

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Love of my life | Tom Holland Oneshot

KOH Tom (or Demon Tom) x Human reader

Summary: There are 365 days in a year and you’re lucky enough to see your love on one of those days. At least they called it lucky– you called it a curse but hey, sometimes you have to learn the hard way about falling in love with demons.

Words: Around 2.9k

Warnings: Uh it’s a demon au. Heartbreak. This au isn’t for everyone so if it doesn’t seem like you, don’t read it. be nice on anon kids lmao.

Yes, this was majorly inspired by the song ‘Love of my life’ by Queen. It wasn’t at first but as I continued writing it I realised that the lyrics resonated with how it was going and had the song on repeat, so of course I had to throw in a few references. I 10/10 reccomend listening to that song.

Gif by @starksparker / @hawkeyesscoffee

Love of my life, don't leave me You've stolen my love, you now desert me

There were three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and you were alone for three hundred and sixty-four of those days.

Because on one of those days, you were blessed with the presence of your love, Tom Holland. That was for one whole day, twenty-four hours out of eight thousand seven hundred and sixty. For some it would be classed as a gift, something to look forward too but for you, it was the effect of a curse.

Because you knew that as the clock met the twelve mark you’d be torn from his arms and he’d begin a pitiful journey back to the underground while you– you’d spend the next two to three days wallowing over mug after mug of cold tea, the shirts that smelt like him (ash and mint– an odd combination, but one that worked.) and old memories.

Because before the law- or what Tom called the curse was placed, your days were filled with constant laughter, varying dates that reminded you of your teenage years again and trouble, lots of it. Because Tom was trouble, but in the very best way possible and before the curse you were even given an engagement ring.

You still had it, the ring that was the colour of his wicked crown and now, it hung around your neck on a silver chain. Even if you could never get married, because it was like you had a piece of him everywhere you went even if you also drape yourself in his shirts and hoodies. (He made sure to always bring one over every year)

Maybe you were just holding onto false hope. Maybe a strong part of you still believed that you’d get married to him and he’d come up to live with you in the mortal world and you’d wear a pretty white dress, him in a monkey suit and there’d be a cake after– your family and friends would all be there and after you’d go on a romantic getaway to somewhere hot like Hawaii, because Tom liked hot places and despised the cold. That was one of the only things he complained about when you used to get to spend every day together in London. You even talked about going to France and various places in America.

You knew it was all dreams, simply fantasies.

It was all false hope and it was hanging by a thread.

He was trouble with his jet black wings that could protrude from his shoulder blades and hang over his head, the ones that you’d run your fingers through and savour– and the sharp teeth that could bite through the flesh of those that wronged him. You’d never seen it but you could only imagine. He was trouble- handsome at that with the ashy grey and ruby red crown that only you got to touch and had even tried on, and trouble from the things he told you about the underworld– a place you were forbidden from entering despite Toms eternal love for you.

And on that one day a year he got to visit you... he’d notice how you’d only grown older while he remained youthful. You weren’t blind to the changes either, that every year left you more plagued then the one before.

He watched and tried to ignore as gentle creases took place beneath your eyes when you’d smile, one more crease then last year decorating your features despite the fact that you were still young– in human years still younger then him. He’d listen to your voice through the phone, ignoring how it got heavier and more pained as the years went but maybe that wasn’t a sign of ageing, but a sign of sorrow for your boyfriend lived not far– access was easy but you wouldn’t survive being down there for too long, and hell wouldn’t survive if he left.

And like they’d threatened, if he spent too long out of hell you’d both perish. You laughed at the threat at first but Tom assured you that it was dead serious. Tom tested those limits anyway because love was worth it, right? and now you were reduced to one day a year, any longer then that and he’d suffer in ways that were simply unimaginable. That was why he called it a curse but still– you used your one day a year because love was worth it.

And your curse was something completely different. You didn’t need a mystical being to put this curse on you, you weren’t born with it and it wasn’t one you could break. You were possessed by desire, devotion and passion. Your curse was being completely and utterly in love with Tom. So much so that at twenty-seven you were nothing more then alone three hundred and sixty-four days of the year. One would say putting your life on hold for something that was so far out of your own reach.

Loneliness was still engulfing you in its arms, whispering harsh truths and those few gentle praises as you stayed with him year after year. No one else could compete with him, nothing could come close to the love he gave.

And maybe it was all so goddamn wrong and your meeting was an accident in the first place because while you dreamed of a normal, mortal life with Tom, he dreamed of a completely different one. The king dreamed of having you on the throne with him, seated next to him with a crown on your head and a title as his queen. He dreamed of having you at arm's reach at all times simply so he could shower you in affection that he felt starved of throughout the mortal year and ravish you with jewels and other riches that he’d been hiding away.

Your differences couldn’t compete. You were both too different but one thing was for sure; you’d never get to live out either of your little fantasies.

Feet gently tap against the floorboards and you sit, humming a gentle tune as the clock ticked slowly– ever so goddamn slowly as you waited for it to hit twelve. Twelve am, not pm. The ring that sat on your finger was cold, the ruby red sparkling as it hit the sunlight.

Ruby red like the colour of the jewels that lined his crown. Red like the flames that burned beneath you and the red that shone in his eyes when he was angry. You’d only seen that colour red in him when they’d passed the law that prohibited him from seeing you 364 days of the year.

Twelve was when your time began. When he’d make his way to you and haul you up in his arms and treat you like a queen. You wondered what you’d do this time- If just maybe he wanted to go down to the beach where you would have a midnight picnic when the surf was at its loudest and the land was at its loneliest. Or maybe he’d want to stay behind and make love until your legs were aching and your throat was raw from calling out his name like it was your lifeline.

In a way, you felt that he was exactly that- your lifeline, the thing that kept you alive.

Until then you’d sit and wait, chewing on your bottom lip despite the fact that you knew it’d cause the skin to split. You were filled with anticipation.

There’s a sudden knock at the door that breaks the silence, pulling you from your patient wait you drag yourself to the door and don’t waste a second to peep through the small hole or ask who it is– you swing it open. You’re greeted by your dark-eyed demon, as beautiful as ever.

He stands there as real as day, smiling brightly though there was something else that you don’t take a second to work out as he steps inside the room.

“Tom.” You let out a sigh, arms going straight around his neck. You breathed in the scent of his coat, not even being able to begin what he smelt like. Whatever it was, you liked it.

He wastes no time in scooping you up into his arms, enveloping you as he’d only dreamed about for the last year and closes his eyes and take this all in- to accept that this was real and he was with you again and god he was so in love.

The demon was whipped.

“My love.” The words came out muffled against your sweater, one that wasn’t his own. One of his hands goes straight to the back of your head, only pulling you tighter against him and he swore that you’d never be close enough. He needed you in so many ways but Tom knew that the clock had already started ticking. That he now only had 23 hours and 58 minutes with you before he’d be pulled back to the very depths of hell. “My beautiful girl.”

Tom pulled back a little and noticed how you’d grown your hair out. It now hung lower then last year- and how the bags beneath your eyes were only more prominent. If he had more time with you he swore he would’ve tucked you up in bed and told you to sleep ‘til your heart’s content.

But Tom was a selfish lover and he wanted you all to himself.

“Missed you so much.” You cling to him, fingers grasping his shirt beneath the coat. “I missed you more then ever this time. I just kept thinking about you down there and counting down the minutes until we got to be like this again.”

Having him there again was almost too much. You feel a wave of emotion wash over you and you know- he knows, you never want to let go of him. You wanted to curl up and stay with him forever on earth– after being made his on paper, of course.

Toms' lips linger on top of your head, whispering sweet nothings as what he knew he had to say lingered in the back of his mind. “I was thinking about you too. Every fucking day, my love. I was hoping that you’d still be wearing that ring, just waiting for me.”

You bring one of your hands up and show him the item that still sat on your finger day and night. “I never take it off. It’s the closest I can be to you.”

You didn’t bring up the one time you’d lost it for a solid two days and searched frantically with tear stained cheeks and salty lips until you found it on the bathroom floor, trapped between the sink and the wall. It was the biggest relief of your life finding it there. The thing was simply irreplaceable.

Tom lets go of you, not liking the sudden emptiness he feels and peppers kisses to your cheeks, moving down to your jaw. “What are we doing just standing here? There’s so much time to make up for.”

You sigh at the contact. “And not enough time.” your voice lowers to a whisper that doesn’t go unnoticed by Tom who brings a finger up to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“C’mon, darling, do we really want to spend our time together being sad? I got you something.”

A goodbye gift.

“I told you that you don’t have to bring me things.” You speak gently, watching as he reaches behind his back and offers a bouquet of black roses. But they weren’t like other black roses, they sparkled and your eyes widened in awe, mouth falling agape.

I’m hoping that it’ll help heal your broken heart, he wants to say, but there aren’t enough gifts he could give you in this lifetime that’d put the pieces back together.

“They’re from my personal garden and they only grow once a year but if you grow them correctly, giving them the perfect amount of sunlight and water then they can last a lifetime once picked.”

You take them gently, brushing your fingertips over the flowers. “Where were you hiding those?” You say without taking your gaze off of the things.

“You don’t want to know.” He smiles lightly. “We need to talk about something.” The demon stops, wetting his lips. Behind him, black wings flutter nervously. But no, because a demon didn’t feel nervous. “About us.”

“Yeah? I’m listening.” You prompt him, moving away to grab a vase. You grab a clear one, filling it with water and put the jet black flowers in while Tom waits. In the meantime he takes a seat on your couch, noticing the screwed up blanket and creases from where you’d previously been sitting.

Tom swallows harshly, his wings suddenly tensing. He’d refuse to admit that he’d already cried over this and he refused to cry about it again, especially not in front of you. He debated spending a full twenty-three hours with you first, making the most of every single second but then it’d come across as he’d been using you. Plus, how could he have fun when it was the only thing on his mind? He simply couldn’t.

If Tom were a human, he’d swear he’d die and go to hell for what he was about to do to you.

Tom toys with the fluffy blanket, picking at loose strands. “You must need a break from– from waiting around, right?” He hesitates.

The flowers shone on the kitchen windowsill, glittering beneath the moonlight and you trudged over, trying to make sense of what he was saying. You struggle to take your eyes off of them, your heart fluttering in content for now.

“I’m confused, waiting around for what?” You shrug and take a seat next to him on the couch. The two of you are facing each other and somehow, you notice that Tom looks more broken then you.

He shutters. “For me every year. It’s exhausting, isn’t it?”

“It is but it’s worth it when I get to see you, even if it’s just once a year.” You try to hide your nerves behind a small smile but Tom sees right through you. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

You want to scold him for wasting precious time. You could’ve begun baking sweats by now and he’d be stealing the spoon

“Y/N.” He uses your first name, something he never did. “This isn’t fair on you. I’m trying not to be selfish here and keep you all to myself because I know that you have your entire life in front of you. You’re getting older–”

“Do you not like me anymore? B-because I’m no longer as young as I was when we first met.” You choke back tears, playing nervously with the red ring. It was a nervous habit you’d picked up.

“My love.” Tom stops you, brown curls hanging in tousled strands. “What I mean to say is that you deserve a life outside waiting for me. And as much as it pains me to say this, you deserve to find someone that can be with you whenever you need them. I get twenty-four hours to shower you in all of the love and affection I can but that’s not enough. I can provide you kids or a… a real life.”

“You’re enough for me. This, what we have is enough.” But it wasn’t enough and you knew it as well as he did. “You have always been the one for me.”

But it was like Tom had already made up his mind. But of course he had, he had spent the last year going backwards and forth after all. Harrison was dead sick of hearing about it by now but yeah, he’d still be waiting at the gates with open arms for his broken-hearted best friend on his return.

“But I’m not. It’s selfish of me to keep making you do this, making you wait when you could be out there meeting someone knew– travelling the world and getting married. Remember your dream wedding you told me about? With all the flowers.”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t need a wedding or to see the world if I have you by my side.”

“But you don’t have me by your side and you know that. I’m never here, I’m never the person you need and that isn’t either of our faults.” Tom thought about his next words wisely because the largest part of him that was so in love with you, absolutely smitten and head over heels wanted nothing more then to swallow them whole and move on. But the part that knew you were isolated, wasting away and needed to move on pushed him out of his comfort zone. “But I’m the one holding and back and I think it’s time I let you go.”

For 364 days you’d waited for this day, imagining only how perfect it’d be. How happy and content you’d feel with him by your side again but if anything this felt just like the last 364 days. Only you felt a little more broken hearted. A little more let down.

“I don’t think you realise how much you mean to me.” You mutter, choking back a sob. You took a moment to memorise every single one of his features from the light freckles dotting his cheeks to the sharpness of his jaw and bruised knuckles.

“No, that’s the thing. I realise exactly how much I mean to you and that’s why I’m doing this.” He hated saying that. He hated admitting the truth because the truth was destined to break your heart. “You’re the love of my life.” He breathed out. “There is no other human, no demon nor angel that can compete with you, my love.”

“Then don’t go.” Your voice breaks with so much fear and confusion, cheeks beginning to heat up as he admits that you were practically one in many million. “Don’t go, just stay here and don’t leave.”

You barely saw how pained Tom looked through your own glassy eyes. Feeling emotions this strong was almost unheard of for demons and Tom had been oh so good at keeping everything inside– refusing to even utter your name to anyone but Harrison because he refused to put you in danger.

He isn’t even able to reply and you speak again. “So you just break my heart then leave? That’s it?”

Tom shakes his head, strands of hair brushing against his forehead.

“My love, the last thing I wanted to do was break your heart but this will be better in the long run.” He reaches a hand up and brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes, one that was stuck to your cheeks with help from salty tears. “I’m letting you live your life.”

You bask in just the feeling of his hand on you and flutter your eyes shut. “My life isn’t complete without you in it.”

Tom stands up, your fingers reach up as you run your fingers down the feathers. You wanted to remember what they felt like. The things tended to be soft, the perfect blanket after a long days work. They fluttered beneath your fingertips. Before the cruel laws were put in place his favourite thing to do was wrap you up in them as you slept. He hadn’t done that in a long time because when you were together now, you didn’t sleep.

That was only one of the simple things he missed.

“But it will be with time.” He tells you, stepping back until he was at least within a few feets distance. “Slowly you’ll move on. You’ll find someone new and they’ll put together every single broken piece. They’ll make you happier then I ever could.”

Because you did get married and you did get the large arrangement of flowers you’d always dreamed off. But right there, dead centre was a black rose. It was the piece that stood out the most, catching your eye every time you so much as glanced at the undying thing.

And for a while you were happy but your mind always ran back to the man that waited patiently below. Tom had lied because after a while, you grew miserable and yeah, his days were just as miserable as yours. He was angrier since then, growing more violent upon learning of your marriage. He only softened after the birth of your daughter. The news excited him.

But in the end, the truth was that you were never going to get into Heaven after your romance and lasting feelings for the demon anyway. There was no chance– so you would meet again, and you did.

Because Tom was the love of your life, and you were his. And a love like that never dies.

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how to unlove someone • ch. 3 [tom holland x reader]

how to unlove someone • ch. 3

tom holland x reader

words: 3k

warnings: swearing, cheating, implications of sex, angst, crying, the whole lot

a/n: it’s supposed to be all lowercase && this one’s a whole thing lmao

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piper threw a piece of popcorn at you and tom from across the room.

“let’s go drinking, i’m tired of being sober.” she complained, ignoring the notes she was supposed to be studying.

“no, piper, you can’t be hungover tomorrow.” you reminded her and she dramatically rolled her eyes and sighed.

“so, what step are we on now? we haven’t gone over a new one in nearly two weeks, love.” tom asked and you raked your mind for the number. the time you spent with tom was probably the best time you’ve ever had, so you forgot about the plan for awhile.

“you should be starting number three now!” piper called out, still failing to study for her exam.

“ah, right. step three,” tom said, looking down at his cracked phone that, needless to say, drove you insane. “change the name for him to his actual name, delete any playlists for him, and turn off any post notifications you have on his accounts.”

piper practically wheezed, knowing you spent so long making matt a playlist you weren’t even gonna send and that you’d be upset to part ways with it.

“alright,” you sighed, leaning forward and grabbing your phone. you easily changed his names on your phone to his regular first and last name, and you only had his post notifications on on instagram. and, like piper knew, the 70 song playlist you made for matthew was the hardest to let go. you stared down at it, and tom slowly took the phone and deleted it himself before handing it back. “there. done. can we move on now?”

“you gotta get used to it first.” you frowned.

“that’s dumb.”

“well,” tom laughed. “would you rather be in a toxic relationship?”

“what’s even toxic about him, though?” piper asked. although she sometimes called matthew toxic, too, she didn’t really get what about him was toxic.

“you’ve said he was emotionally abusive before.” you told her, looking over your shoulder to see her.

“and he’s a player.” tom said, rolling his brown eyes.

you nodded and sighed. piper was back to matthew already, claiming she foolishly started to like him again. he was still single, but showed no similar feelings. he wouldn’t answer her texts, he’d ignore her calls, and made sure his two dumbass roommates wouldn’t let her in the apartment anymore.

it was all apart of his own demise, though. you’ve witness him do it plenty of times before, and not just with piper. being matthew’s best friend brought you somewhat close with a handful of his girlfriends. and when he and one of them would break up, he’d do this. he’d make them want to come back, but only piper, and maybe one other girl, ever did. most of his exes had common sense, and left it as messy as it already was, but piper didn’t have any morals, in fact, her moral compass would a roulette wheel, no doubt. so now she was stressed, trying to get contact of the boy she just broke up with a week and a half earlier. all because of his twisted game. piper was too good to go through that.

“besides, he’s not into settling down, he’s just gonna find someone else to mess with.” tom continued, snapping you out of your slight daze.

“why are you even friends with him?” piper asked, slightly exasperated. he shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“he’s a good friend, just not such a good boyfriend.”

“that’s an understatement.” you muttered, getting up to get a drink.

“y/n, have you seen my car keys?” piper asked, as she shifted through her papers and books while you walked past.

“nope.” she groaned and tom raised an eyebrow.

“why do you need them right now? you’re supposed to be studying.” he reminded her, drawing out the last word, and she rolled her eyes.

“i need them.”

“for what?” you asked, opening up the fridge.

“i just do, okay?” she snapped, and tom glanced over at you, watching you mouth an irritated ‘okay’ as you looked through the refrigerator.

piper eventually found her keys in her room after dumping her school stuff back in there. she left the apartment, only saying that she’d be back later.

you, somehow, were asleep when she left, in tom’s arms as he studied some of his own notes. he frowned when piper shut the door behind her, knowing you wouldn’t be happy with her for leaving. since the three of you all know exactly where she was going without having to talk about it.

tom was conflicted. he liked you, but he knew you were in love with someone else and although he really really wanted to ask you out, he knew he should wait and save himself the troubles. the steps were taking too long, in his opinion. but this was how it worked with him, and how it worked with harrison. so, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it. he just didn’t know what to do.

piper still hadn’t been back two hours later, and you were still asleep. tom was over studying at that point and was tired himself, but didn’t want to leave you for the night. he shot his blonde counterpart a text saying goodnight, and set his phone on do not disturb. it wasn’t necessarily his place to do this, but he was kind of tired of being on the couch, so he lifted you up in his arms and made his way to your bedroom. he left the bedroom door open, just to reassure piper when she came home, if she came home, and laid down next to you in the bed after tucking you in. he set you under the covers while he was on top of them, to give you some reassurance as well.

piper didn’t come home that night. she stayed the night at matthew’s. needless to say, they were getting back together soon.

but she came home the next morning, while you and tom were still asleep. she stepped into the apartment, expecting to see you two on the couch or eating breakfast, but it was empty. her brows were knit, and she noticed tom’s things still sitting around the room, so he had to still be here. and then she smirked. she knew something between you two was bound to happen.

she snuck down the hallway, but frowned when she noticed your bedroom door open. she cautiously glanced in to find a clothed tom next to you in the bed, but he was on top of the blankets and everything and you were underneath the covers. she cursed the two of you in her mind, turning to her own door, wondering why the hell it was taking you so long to get together and just forget matthew.

of course she felt bad about everything with matthew, but she figured it’d be better if you were out of matt’s life, as mean as that sounded.

it’s not like she thought you were getting in the way, necessarily, it was just she always was going back and forth between your feelings and matt. and she wanted it to be over. she wanted to not have to choose, although she already was, and that was especially clear to you. she was choosing him over your feelings. she knew. of course she knew. now, did she care? yeah, for sure, she was just bad at showing that.

she went to open the door of her room, when a whisper came from behind her.

“couldn’t give him up yet?” it was tom. he softly closed your bedroom door and leaned against it, his arms crossed. piper sighed, still facing the door, her hand resting on the door knob.

“you gonna tell her this time?” he asked after she didn’t answer his first question. her silence was all he needed. piper closed her eyes before speaking up.

“why is it always a big deal when he and i get back together?” she murmured and tom furrowed his brows.

“because he’s not a good person, and because your best friend has been in love with him for years.”

“people say that but i’m the reason she even knows who he is. i was in love with him first. no one gives a shit if i’ve loved him for however long. why’s it so special when she does it?”

“you’ve gotten him multiple times, piper. he’s proved to you that he sees you as another person to use for attention.”

“she’s dated him before, too.”

“for one month,” tom responded. “one month in total. how many months have you two dated in all? probably over twelve, piper. don’t compare the two.”

“it’s whatever,” she said. “she doesn’t like him anymore, right? she’s over him. it doesn’t matter.”

“piper, you know it’s just one of the st-”

“well, is she ever gonna give up on him if we don’t accept it? as if we never knew the steps were a thing?” piper whipped around as she spoke. “you want her to forget him? to fall in love with you? then go along with it.”

and with that, the blonde girl turned, went into her room, and closed and locked the door behind her. tom sighed, and opened your door to find you still peacefully sleeping under the comforter. he figured he couldn’t go wrong with a little more sleep, and layed back down next to you.

he couldn’t fall asleep, though. he kept thinking about what piper said. she was right, about going along with the steps. he just didn’t expect her to know that he wanted to be the one you loved. he supposed it was kind of obvious but still, he would’ve thought piper saw it as just the steps after hearing about them.

tom glanced over at you. he smiled to himself. there was something about you. he just wanted to hold you close to his chest, just you and him, together. he wanted to call you his, and never have to even think of these stupid steps ever again.

tom never fell back asleep, so he ended up getting up and finding something to cook for breakfast for you. he was just finishing it all up, proud of his work, when your phone that was left on the coffee table beeped. tom knew he shouldn’t be nosy, so he just left it and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. he opened the fridge to find some orange juice when the phone beeped again. he pulled the carton out and set it on the counter, sighing, having a feeling it was matthew, but still ignoring it.

you suddenly came shuffling out of the hallway, surprising tom.

“good morning!” he laughed and you looked around him.

“you didn’t have to do this, tom.” you smiled and he smiled.

“i wanted to, darling.” you rolled your eyes and grabbed your phone, frowning as you saw the messages. you decided to open them, but not respond.

as you crossed into the kitchen to sit across from tom, it beeped in your hand again. you groaned leaving him on read once again, and he immediately sent another text.

“he’s so annoying,” you sighed. tom sent an apologetic smile your way. “i wish he’d just leave me alone.”

“i know, love, but we have to lead up to it.” he sighed and you nodded.

a couple hours later, tom had went home and you found yourself leaving your room to put an empty cup away. you figured piper wasn’t home from work yet, since her bedroom door was still wide open and the lights were off. as you turned the corner to make your way into the kitchen, you stopped in your tracks to find matthew standing there, yanking his coat off, and you dropped the plastic cup onto the hardwood floor. he looked over at you, startled.

“how’d you get in here?” you asked, eyes widened. his features softened when he realized you were scared.

“i have an extra key, y/n, it’s okay.” he said taking a step towards you, his arms out for a hug.

“what do you want?” you tried to make yourself sound confident, but he saw through that.

“piper told me to head over, she’s a little wrapped up at work but shouldn’t be too late.”

“piper?” you were honestly so confused. “late? late for what?”

“nevermind that,” he shook his head. “hey, so, why haven’t you been answering my texts?”

“uh, my phone is being stupid, that’s all,” you lied. “i don’t know what’s going on with it.” matt nodded, smiling.

“why did piper tell you to come over?” you picked up the cup and set it down on the counter. he ran a hand through his hair as he shrugged.

“she said she wanted to talk about something,” he raised his eyebrows. “she said you wouldn’t mind if i came over before she got home.” you nodded.

“right. we, uh, we needed to hang out anyway.” he chuckled, looking around the apartment.

“i’m surprised holland isn’t here.” he changed the subject. tom’s all he ever wants to talk about lately.

“oh, yeah, he left a couple hours ago.” matt nodded, taking a couple steps closer to you.

“what’s his deal? like, isn’t he annoying you?” you shrugged.

“he’s a really good friend.”

“yeah, but don’t you think he’s stopping you from things you want to do?” he asked, and you realized that now you were inches apart, your breath caught in your throat.

“no,” you murmured, not sure if that was the truth or not anymore. “not at all.”

matthew smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“so, you’re saying if he was here right now he wouldn’t stop this?”

he leaned down and kissed you, but you knew it was wrong. you knew you shouldn’t let him do this. there wasn’t any spark like you imagined there would be when you kissed the first time. it wasn’t the fairy tale you wanted it to be. it wasn’t tom.

you pushed him away and he furrowed his brows, watching you back away, shaking your head.

“matthew, i can’t.”

“can’t what y/n?” he asked, sounding slightly hurt. it was all an act.

“i don’t love you anymore.”

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked, not believing you.

“i-i don’t love you anymore, matt,” you repeated shakily. “i can’t do this.”

“it’s tom, isn’t it?” matt was getting mad. “did he fucking show you those stupid ass steps?”

“this has nothing to do with him. i just, i don’t want to be used for attention anymore.”

“used for attention? y/n, you know i’d never do that to you.”

“oh, shut up, okay? that’s probably the second biggest lie that’s ever came out of your mouth,” you suddenly got a burst of confidence. “the first being ‘i love you’.”

“jesus fucking christ, y/n, what’s up with you?”

“i’m over you, matt, and i don’t want to be friends anymore.”

“really?”

“really. you’re a toxic, attention-loving player. you use girls. you use piper. you use me. i’m over it.”

“i have a feeling you’ll be apologizing for all of this soon.”

“no. i’m not. you’re the one who should be apologizing because you’re an asshole who uses people for attention.”

the front door opened and piper walked in. she looked between the two of you.

“hey, what’s going on?”

“piper, what’s he doing here?”

“we were gonna have a movie date-” you whipped your head back to matt.

“you two are back together?” piper nodded, confused. matthew kept eye contact, practically daring you to tell her.

“piper, he just kissed me.”

matthew had left without argument after piper screamed at him to go. no excuses, no ‘that’s not true’, none of it. he just left. left after stomping two hearts to broken pieces on the ground, leaving piper now sobbing with mascara streaming down her face. this was the most he’s ever dared to do in terms of cheating. typically the other times were tinier things, like being in the talking stage before dating with other girls while he was with piper. but this time, he kissed you, piper’s bestest friend, because he knew that you didn’t know they were back together and he just wanted the extra validation that you were still waiting for him. he left without getting that validation. he left behind two beautiful girls who constantly were willing to wait for him, sometimes more so than others.

and good fucking riddance to him.

you both cried together, complaining about how dumb and stupid boys are. you cried for what seemed like hours.

you both seemingly had no more tears after some time, and were just sitting there when your phone rang.

it was tom. you answered it, putting it on speaker for piper to hear, sniffing.

“what’s up?”

“are you okay, love?” he knew you’d been crying. he could tell.

“uh, yeah, matt tried to kiss me and i told piper and we’ve just been crying over him cheating on her.”

“do you guys need anything? should i come over?”

“no, i, uh, i think we’re fine. just need some best friend time, you know?” you let out a breathy laugh, running a hand through your hair, smiling over at piper.

“okay, that’s understandable. i was just calling to see if i left my jacket over there but i think i just saw it.”

“alright, i’ll talk to you later, tom.”

“see ya.”

you set the phone down and piper smiled softly.

“marry him.”

“what?”

“you have no choice anymore, you have to marry that boy.”

you both laughed. you smiled.

“it’s all up to him.”

“i think he really cares about you, y/n.” she murmured after a moment. you laughed.

“i hope he does. after all, he still is my friend.” she smiled.

“what’s the next step, anyway?”

“not sure, i guess we’ll have to wait and see,” you replied. “you wanna build a fort?”

“i’m in.”

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