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Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 3 * PART 1 * BOOK 66 BUT GOD! (Faith Plus Nothing!) – Part 1 Acts 13:30, Rom. 3:21, Rom. 4:5, Rom. 5:8 It’s good to see everybody in again this afternoon. For those of you joining us on television, you’ll have to bear with me. I’m coming off of a bad case of laryngitis, but we trust we can get the programs on the air. For those of you in the audience, again we thank you for coming in. We’re going to start on the ‘But God’ again, but we’re going to move on up to Acts chapter 13. Paul is up in the middle of Asia Minor, Antioch Pisidia, and he’s in a synagogue of the Jews. I think I probably learned this from the Apostle. I’ve heard it from quite a few since, but I think I’m one of the few Bible teachers that are constantly using the "big picture." This is what Peter did in our last taping, and now this is what Paul does here in Acts. They start clear back at the beginning and give an overview and then that’s why we have what we have. Now, we can do the same thing. I asked the question in our last taping, as we used it on our cruise in the Aegean, ‘Why Paul?’ I mean after all, God had twelve apostles. They had the Lord’s ministry. Why yet another one? Well, if you don’t have an understanding of the big picture, it’s hard to answer. Why should we have another apostle when you’ve got twelve of them? But when you see the big picture, as Paul paints it here, then it all makes sense. You know I was so tickled. I had a letter from a Catholic individual the other day, and they said, "Les, for the first time the Bible is logical and makes sense." Well, nothing could thrill me more than that’s how people understand it, because it IS logical. It DOES make good sense IF you get the big picture. So, Paul is now addressing a group of Jews up in Asia Minor at the very beginning of his ministry. Let’s drop to verse 16. When we get to the ‘But God,’ then of course we’re going to hit the subject of the hour. Acts 13:16-17 "Then Paul stood up, and beckoning with his hand said, Men of Israel, and ye that fear God, give audience. 17. The God of this people of Israel chose our fathers, and exalted the people when they dwelt as strangers in the land of Egypt, and with an high arm he brought them out of it." All right now let’s stop right there and compare Scripture with Scripture. Come back all the way to Genesis chapter 46. You remember that all the way up through time, from the call of Abraham up until this point in Jacob’s life, God laid it down clearly that they were to have nothing to do with Egypt. He always said, "Go not down into Egypt." It was a total ‘no-no’ for the Nation of Israel. But now, all of a sudden, you’ve got a direct opposite. Genesis 46:1-3a "And Israel took his journey with all that he had, and came to Beer-sheba, (Which, if you know your Middle East geography, is straight east of Egypt.) and offered sacrifices unto the God of his father, Isaac. 2. And God spake unto Israel in the visions of the night, and said, Jacob, Jacob. And he said, Here am I. (Now watch this.) 3. And he said, I am God, the God of thy father: fear not to go down into Egypt;…" Now isn’t that something, when all the previous years God had been saying, "Do not go to Egypt." Because Egypt, scripturally speaking, is a picture of the world, so the admonition is - don’t go to Egypt. Trust Me. But now it’s a flip-flop. Now He says: Genesis 46:3b "…do not fear to go down into Egypt; (Here’s the reason.) for (God says) I will there (in Egypt) make of thee a (What?) great nation:" So, when we were studying Genesis years back, I emphasized that whenever someone asked where did the Nation of Israel come from? Yes, it came from the promise to Abraham. But, where did they really become a Nation of people? In Egypt. Okay, now back to what Paul is saying in Acts 13. Down in Egypt the Nation appears, and now God brings them out. Acts 13:18-21a "And about the time of forty years suffered he their manners in the wilderness. 19.

And when he had destroyed seven nations in the land of Canaan, he divided their land to them by lot. (according to the twelve tribes) 20. And after that he gave unto them judges about the space of four hundred and fifty years, until Samuel the prophet. 21. And afterward they desired a king:…" See how this is just an unfolding, again, of the Big Picture? In…what’s the word I’m looking for? It’s…brought down into smaller language than looking all the way through the Old Testament, but here it is anyway, the picture of the Nation of Israel coming on up to the time of Christ. Acts 13:21-23 "And afterward they desired a king: and God gave unto them Saul the son of Cis, a man of the tribe of Benjamin, by the space of 40 years. 22. And when he had removed him, he raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, who shall fulfill all my will. 23. Of this man’s seed hath God according to his promise raised unto Israel a Savior, Jesus:" Now, every Jew, of course, held David in high esteem, so he’s softening them up here. He’s getting them ready to realize that this is all connected to the promises made to not only Abraham but also to King David. Acts 13:24-27 "When John had first preached before his coming the baptism of repentance (Now, that’s a reference to John the Baptist.) to all the people of Israel. 25. And as John fulfilled his course, he said, Whom think ye that I am? I am not he. (In other words, John says, I am not that promised Messiah.) But, behold, there cometh one after me, whose shoes of his feet I am not worthy to loose. 26. Men and brethren, (Now this is Paul addressing these Jews.) children of the stock of Abraham, and whosoever among you feareth God, to you is the word of this salvation sent. 27. For they that dwell at Jerusalem, and their rulers, because they knew him not, nor yet the voices of the prophets which are read every sabbath day, they have fulfilled them in condemning him." Now, do you see what that verse says? All of the Old Testament prophets were foretelling the coming of this Messiah, who would be rejected, killed, buried, and risen from the dead. But it is in such veiled language, that they never caught it. You know, I was reviewing some of our old tapes the other day, dubbing them I guess. You remember how so often I would put two lines across the board like railroad tracks showing the two visions that the prophets had of the coming Messiah, a ruling King and a suffering Savior? Oh, they all wanted the King, but they didn’t want to deal with the sin problem. All of this is back in our Old Testament in veiled language. Now verse 28. Acts 13:28-30 "And though they (the rulers at Jerusalem) found no cause of death in him, yet desired they Pilate that he should be slain. (put to death.) 29. And when they had fulfilled all that was written of him, they took him down from the tree, and laid him in a sepulcher. (Now verse 30, what are the first two words?) 30. But God..." (See, that’s why I love these. I love these "buts." It simply gives you the big picture and then the flip-side that is the fulfillment of it all. Now here, everything has been coming down the pike in Israel’s history, getting ready for the coming of their Messiah. In ignorance they rejected Him. They killed Him.) But God raised him from the dead:" Now, I’ve got a thought here. Have you ever thought about what would have happened, at the point of His death at the cross, had we not had a Triune God? Think for a minute. What if God had not been Three Persons? If God was now dead, who would raise Him? I bet most people never even think of that. But there had to be the Triune God, so that when one person of the Godhead suffered what had to be done, there were still two persons to raise Him from the dead, the Spirit and the Father. All right, now let’s go back and show this from another portion of Scripture. Turn with me to Romans chapter 8, I don’t know what a lot of people think.

Maybe they just think that Jesus raised Himself, even as He gave up the ghost Himself. But He did not. He was raised by the other persons of the Godhead – God the Father and God the Spirit. Romans 8:11 "But if the Spirit (Capitalized, that’s the Holy Spirit.) of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, (Do you see that?) he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken (or make alive) your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you." So, who raised Christ from the dead? The Spirit! In consort with the Father of course. But what if there had not been the Father and the Spirit? Oh, I know that with God nothing is impossible, but logically speaking, He would have remained in the tomb. But since we still had two persons of the Godhead in control of everything, we can literally believe that Christ was dead. He was not just unconscious. He was not just in what they say, a swoon. He was dead. It could happen because the other two persons of the Godhead would still have the power to raise Him at the appropriate time. Acts 13:30 "But God raised him from the dead:" All right, turn with me to I Corinthians 15, because as I read so much of the writers of Christendom lately, I see so little of the resurrection. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think so. You see and hear so little of the resurrection. Oh, they’ll talk about Christ dying. They’ll talk about Him having paid your sin debt, but they almost never, anymore, refer to the resurrection. Yet that’s where the power of the Gospel rests. I Corinthians 15:12 "Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead?" Now, stop a minute. Does that sound like an odd statement? Well, it shouldn’t. If you remember, when Paul first confronted the intellectuals up there at Athens on Mars Hill, what was the subject that shocked those Greek intellectuals? Resurrection from the dead! They had never heard of such a thing. That’s why they scorned the Apostle. They scorned and said, "Resurrection from the dead? Who ever heard of such a thing?" Well this thinking was just as common in the area of Israel and Jerusalem, ignorance of resurrection from the dead. Now, the Old Testament certainly taught it. I used it in the last taping, where Job spoke of resurrection. Yet the Sadducees, one of the large groups of Israel’s rulership, didn’t believe in resurrection. They just thought you lived, and the only way you kept your life going was through your progeny. That’s how you lived eternally, down through your progeny. But to be resurrected from the dead? No, they couldn’t comprehend that. So, don’t think that this is an odd statement, because it was very common. All right, back to I Corinthians 15 verse 13. I Corinthians 15:13-14 "But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen: 14. And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, (It’s useless.) and your faith is (What?) also vain." It’s worth nothing. If you don’t have a handle on the resurrection, not only of Christ, but even of your dead spirit to come out of the chains of Satan’s slave market, and then to have a future resurrection into eternity, hey, you’re miserable. You of all people are the most miserable. But this is our hope, that Christ was raised from the dead. I Corinthians 15:15 "Yea, and we (speaking of himself as an Apostle) are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not." In other words, Christ’s resurrection alone was not sufficient proof. The proof of all of it was that when Christ arose from the dead he released the power of the resurrection of the whole human race. Now, that also includes the lost of all the ages, remember. Now, I think we can come back to John’s Gospel a moment, chapter 5. Because I like to shake people up with things they have never heard before, and I imagine that for a lot of our listeners this is one of them.

Even most church people have no concept of the fact that all the lost of the ages are going to be resurrected. Yes, they are. Oh, they’re not going to be resurrected to an eternal bliss. They’re going to be resurrected to an eternal doom, but they are going to be resurrected. How do I know? Because the Lord Jesus Himself said so in John’s Gospel chapter 5 verse 28, this is plain English. John 5:28-29a "Marvel not at this: (Jesus said) for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice," (Now underline that word all) 29. And shall come forth; they that have done good,…" People of faith from all the way back through the Old Testament. I like to point it out - Adam and Abel and Seth and Noah and Abraham and Moses and David - those were all people of faith. On the other hand, you see those that were destitute of faith – Cain, Ishmael, Esau, King Saul, and on up through. You always have those two categories. We have them here. John 5:29b "…those who have done good, (people of faith) unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, (They were destitute of faith.) unto the resurrection of condemnation." Now, you can’t make that any plainer. All the lost will someday, at the time of the Great White Throne, be resurrected out of where they are, presently in Torment in Hell. They’ll be brought before the Great White Throne to be judged out of the books, to determine the level of their punishment in the Lake of Fire. So, never, ever discard the necessity of believing in the resurrection of the dead. All right, back to I Corinthians for a moment or two, yet. I Corinthians 15:17 "And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins." So, what does it take to come out of sin? Faith in the resurrection. It has to be the whole package. He not only died for our sins and shed His blood, He not only was buried three days and three nights, but He arose from the dead in power and glory and majesty. That becomes our Gospel and the remedy for our sin. I Corinthians 15:19 "If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable." Because what good would it do to have saving faith only for 70, 80, or 90 years of this life? But our faith is projecting us all the way into the eternal. I lay awake the other night, and I suppose we all do. Do you ever try to think in terms of eternity? Have you ever done that? Sure you have. We all have. We’re not going to get bored! You know, a lot of time kids, as soon as you have something that keeps them from doing a lot of activity, what’s the first word they come up with? "I’m bored." Well, imagine that we’re going to be in eternity, without end, and we’re never going to get bored. Just think about it. What are we going to be doing? I don’t know. I wish I knew. I wish I could tell people. I do know this, we are heading for eternity, without end, without anything changing. We’re not going to grow old. We’re not going to, one by one, go down the valley. But, for all eternity, it’s going to be just as blissful as the first moment we get there. That’s what Paul means here. If all you’re thinking about is this lifetime that’s enough to make anybody miserable. All right, now verse 20. There’s another ‘but’. I don’t know whether I’ll be using it by itself or not, I haven’t decided. I Corinthians 15:20 "But now (Because of Christ’s resurrection) is Christ risen from the dead,…" That’s what we have to keep emphasizing over and over and over. All right, let me come back with you again to Acts chapter 13 for just a little bit. Act 13 verse 30. Acts 13:30 "But God raised him from the dead:" Now, let’s go on and look at the few verses that follow that statement. There’s no need to doubt it. Acts 13:31-33a "And he was seen many days of them which came up with him from Galilee to Jerusalem, who are his witnesses unto the people. 32. And we declare unto you glad tidings, how that the promise which was made to the fathers, 33. God has fulfilled the

same unto us their children,…" Now, for those of you who have been hearing me teach, especially the last six months, a verse should be ringing in your ears. What is it? Romans 15 verse 8 and we’ll run into this every once in a while, where Paul speaks of the promises made to the fathers. You all got it? Now remember, this is Paul writing to the Gentiles at Rome. Romans 15:8 "Now I say that Jesus Christ was a minister of the circumcision (As we’ve been stressing over and over, He didn’t come to the Gentile world. He came to His own, until His own received Him not.) for the truth of God, (And here’s the purpose.) to confirm the promises made unto the fathers:" See how plain that is? He came to fulfill those Old Testament promises. All right, back to Acts 13 verses 32 and 33. Acts 13:32-33 "And we declare unto you glad tidings, how that the promise which was made to the fathers, 33. God has fulfilled the same unto us their children, in that he raised up Jesus again; from the dead, as it is also written in the second Psalm, Thou art my son, (This is exactly what it says back in Psalms.) this day, have I begotten thee." And remember that back when we were studying the book of Acts we qualified this. Acts 13:34 "And as concerning that (Concerning the fact that He was the only begotten Son of God. That’s not a reference to Bethlehem. It’s a reference to His resurrection.) he raised him up from the dead, now no more to return to corruption, he said on this wise, I will give you the sure mercies of David." Now remember, David was in the promises made to the fathers. So, that’s what we’re still dealing with. Acts 13:35 "Wherefore he saith also in another psalm, Thou shall not suffer (permit) thine Holy One to see corruption." And to make sure that the Jews understood that when the Psalms spoke of all this, it wasn’t speaking of David, it was speaking of the Son of David, Jesus the Christ, he continues. Acts 13:36 "For David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep, (David died.) and was laid unto his fathers, (He was buried.) and saw corruption:" In other words, his flesh and bones deteriorated to the dust of the earth. Christ’s never did. Then verse 37. Acts 13:37 "But he, whom God raised again, saw no corruption." Now always remember that. The body of Christ, during those three days and three nights in the tomb, did not begin to deteriorate. It saw no corruption. That’s what set Him head and shoulders above any other human being that would be buried. All right, now verse 38 and with this we’ll be ready to close. Acts 13:38-39 "Be it known unto you therefore, men and brethren, that through this man (This man God, Christ Jesus) is preached unto you the (What?) forgiveness of sins: 39. And by him (Now watch this! Now this is in Acts, and I always say Acts isn’t a doctrinal book, but here’s a little tidbit of doctrine.) And by him all that believe (plus nothing) are justified from all things, from which ye could not be justified by the law of Moses." Now in our next program, we’re going to be jumping over into Paul’s letter to the Romans where he’s dealing in detail on this very same concept. That because of Christ’s death, burial, shed blood, and resurrection, we have the forgiveness of sin. We’re justified from everything that was ever held against us, and we are now born anew. We are ready for that great resurrection day that will catapult us into eternity, never again to face any of these things of this earthly sojourn. And it all comes how? By faith plus nothing! I’ve had several letters in just the last week that said, "Les, show me these verses that say faith plus nothing." Well, I can’t show verses that come right out and say that. I just show them verses like this one, where nothing is added with faith.

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chekhov-and-chill · 3 years

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What’s happening in Russia (edited after Navalny’s death)

EDIT: People have been reblogging this, so I need to clarify - this post is three years old. Navalny died yesterday, having spent the past 3 years in the harshest prison conditions imaginable. Whatever you opinions may be on this man or his many controversies, keep in mind that this was a human being, a husband and a father, who showed tremendous courage and strength in fighting against a cruel, bloodthirsty, cowardly regime - that eventually killed him. May he rest in peace.

(old post below)

Decided to put this in a separate post.

Quick Breakdown:

-Alexey Navalny (main opposition leader in Russia) was poisoned with Novichok, a chemical nerve agent that is internationally outlawed.

-He nearly died, and was in a coma for a while. Then he spent a few months in a clinic in Germany recovering

-He released investigations proving that his poisoning was ordered and carried out by the Russian government (not that you would need the investigations to know that, but watch them anyway. They include a phone call to one of the agents actually involved in the poisoning. Check out the video, its called “I called my murderer and he confessed”, bc Navalny is a badass and even his Youtube video titles reflect that)

-While in Germany for treatment, the Russian gov suddenly decided they wanted to convert his old suspended prison sentence (for bogus charges, obviously) to a real one. On the LAST day of that suspended sentence. To be very clear, this suspended sentence is for a FABRICATED crime. As recognized by the European Court of Human Rights (the decisions of which Russia is supposed to abide by).

-Despite the risks, Navalny came back to Russia. He was arrested right in the airport, denied access to phone calls and his lawyer, and then put on trial the same day IN THE FUCKING POLICE STATION. His lawyer, who had been standing outside the station for hours trying to get access to him, was told about the trial a minute before it commenced. He was given a 30 day sentence (for what? who knows. just because) and is currently being held in prison. There is a very large chance that he will get his old suspended sentence turned into a real one (of 3.5 years, or 2.5 if they count out the time he spent under house arrest). Or he’ll get an even larger sentence. Or they’ll just kill him.

-After he got arrested, Navalny’s team released a new investigation they had been sitting on; one about Putin’s lavish lifestyle. In 4 days, it got 75 MILLION views. For context, the population of Russia is about 144 million.

-Navalny was briefly able to access his phone through a meeting with his lawyer and made a post, saying (with his usual dark humor) that he is not planning on hanging himself or slitting his wrists, that he walks down the stairs very carefully, and has the “blood pressure of an astronaut”. What he means is that if something happens to him in prison, it’s not suicide, or an accident, or a heart attack. Since then, his lawyer has not been able to see him, and is not even sure of his whereabouts

- This Saturday, there were protests all over Russia. People are taking to the streets, demanding that Navalny is freed. This is despite the fact that students have been threatened with expulsion if they are spotted at protests, ditto with adults losing jobs. And despite violence from Russian police/OMON officers.

I’ve only laid out the main events: theres an infinite amount of other horrific and absurd details to this story. But please take a moment to care about this.

#politics#russian politics#protests#opposition#oppression#freedom#alexei navalny#navalny#aleksey navalny#alexey Navalny#Navalny#Russia#russian#news#elections#political#kremlin#putin#anti putin#police#алексей навальный#навальный#россия#протест#митинг

#politics #russian politics #protests #opposition #freedom #alexei navalny #alexey navalny #Aleksey Navalnıy #navalny #Russia #russian #news #political #anti putin #навальный #алексей навальный #политика #протесты

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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I got a whole 4 hours of sleep today and have to pull a 12 hour shift. So I apologize if it doesn’t make sense, I am new to the Bucky fandom!

I like the idea of his grumpy, refusing to let anyone in, be slowly ground down by reader, but teeters back and forth until reader is in some sort of trouble. Then the flood gates of vulnerability open because he was worried about them. I mean he hasn’t been with anyone since the 40s right? Would he still know how to navigate caring about someone in that way? I don’t know. It was something that has been buzzing around in my head for a week.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: langauge, vague description of sex (minors dni!)

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You’d started out as neighbors - nothing more and nothing less.

Neighbors turned into causal acquaintances, fueled by your constant baking and copious amounts of goodies. Casual acquaintances turned into friends that would spend an occasional evening watching television together. Friends quickly turned into best friends that became utterly inseparable....with the occasional hook-up. You were hesitant to call it friends with benefits because that just sounded so crass. It was more like best friends with the occasional stress relief.

Stress relief. Sure that worked.

None that you wouldn’t have minded more of course. But you weren’t about to make a move on James Buchanan Barnes and ask him out on a date. No, you knew your place and his. He was physically akin to a god, mixed in with a bit of fuck boy, and yet...you loved him. You’d fallen hard and fast for the man that had gone from a mere stranger to a welcome and comfortable part of your life. But you’d never tell him that.

No, nope, hell no. Bucky surely didn’t reciprocate your feelings and you’d never been the type to make a move first.

Besides that...Bucky didn’t exactly strike you as a relationship type of guy. You’d seen him here and there with a girl or two, but it wasn’t anything serious. And since the two of you had started hooking up, you’d never noticed anyone else. And you hadn’t been with anyone else either. It was akin to a non-exclusive exclusive not-really-a-relationship relationship. Neither of you pushed it any further - you both accepted dates here and there but they never amounted to anything. Wonder why?

Unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t that Bucky didn’t want a relationship - he did. He did very much with you. But he just...there was something about being a one hundred and six year-old man that just left him confused and worried. He hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to date much and now that he had the time it reminded him of just how different things were. Dating was this weird confused jumble, but you were a clear and obvious bright spot. He had his doubts that you’d ever want anything more from him. He knew what he was - a mostly stable old man with a body that people seemed to enjoy. He made the most of that - it didn’t seem like people were interested in getting to know him much these days.

But you did - you always did. And, gods, he’d fallen hard for you - the kind of love that makes your stomach churn and heart feel like bursting and steals your breath away no matter how long it’s been. But what the fuck would you want with him? He’s a fossil with a boatload of mental trauma and even more sass and attitude.

You deserved the world and he only had himself to give. Of course, he was enough - way more than enough - but he didn't believe that.

There had been numerous occasions when you'd tried to be honest, to confess your true feelings, but you'd always managed to fall short. Every time you got close, something came up. And after the last girl you'd seen him with, you vowed to take your secret to the grave.

You had come close though - so close - especially the last time you'd hooked up.

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You were under Bucky, both of you naked and panting as you quickly approached your highs. He was buried deep inside you, head dropped to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, nipping and biting at the delicate skin.

Your legs were wrapped around his waist in order to hold him close. One of your hands was laced together with his while the other was wrapped around his neck. There was something so perfectly harmonious about how you always were together.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, James, James, James as he kept going. It was the only time you called him anything but Bucky. As your vision had grown hazy and you felt that familiar warm start to blood your veins, you’d let your true feelings slip. It was so easy, so effortless and in the moment it just...happened.

I love you.

The declaration hung in the air as you felt your walls clamp around him and he reached his own eyes. That’s when you’d realized what you’d done. This time it was an entirely different sensation radiating throughout your bones - terror. Utter terror.

But if Bucky had heard your three little words he made no mention of them. Relief washed over you as you came to the conclusion that he was just as wrapped up in his own blissful haze that he simply hadn’t heard you. You were safe this time - but you’d have to be extra cautious from here on out.

Oh, but Bucky had heard you. Loudly and clearly. He chose to ignore your words because he was positive that he hadn’t heard you incorrectly. Surely you hadn’t meant to say that - and more importantly, it was a mistake. As much as he loved hearing those words from your pretty lips, he knew it was either an accident or a figment of his imagination.

You both pretended that nothing had happened.

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Bucky rolled his eyes lightly as he watched his phone light up with a call from Sam. He was half tempted to ignore it but decided to answer anyway; he was bored and the call might lead to something to do. You’d normally be hanging out with him on a Friday night, but his calls and texts had gone unanswered.

“Hey man,” Bucky picked up the call and walked into the kitchen to grab a beer, “what’s up?”

“You need to get to the hospital,” Sam was speaking so quickly that it all came out in a single slew of words as Bucky’s brows knitted together.

“I know I don’t have a lot going on this Friday night, but I think I’m okay,” he snorted as he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“No, no, no,” Sam interrupted by almost whispering your name, “there’s been an accident. She was hurt and taken to the ER. I was on the phone with her when it happened - just come. Now.”

Bucky didn’t even wait for Sam to finish before he dropped the beer and ran out the door. His whole body felt like it was growing numb and the only thing on his mind was you. You couldn't be hurt...you just couldn’t. Bucky couldn’t imagine any sort of reality in which you weren’t there.

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As soon as he ran into the hospital, seeking out the emergency room, he was asking about you. He looked probably just as crazy as he felt as he was nervously directed to your room. He almost jogged down the hall and into your small space. Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking down at you with a concerned expression.

“What the hell happened?” Bucky could barely bring himself to look at you as you laid on the small bed, looking so helpless and fragile. You were sleeping, sedated from lots of heavy drugs, but hooked up to several beeping machines. Your arm was in a cast already, bruises and contusions and cuts littered every bit of your skin that he could see. His heart plummeted into his stomach.

“She was crossing the street and got hit by a car that didn’t slow down enough in time,” Sam’s heavy was heavy as he rubbed at his tired, “I heard it all happen, Buck. It was terrible - but she’s strong. She’s going to be okay. No internal damage, luckily, but she’s going to be in a lot of pain for a while. The arm’s broken.”

“Jesus,” Bucky sighed as Sam nodded.

“I called her parents and they’ll be here soon. She’s just sleeping but hopefully will wake up soon.”

“Okay,” Bucky took a hesitant step closer.

“She asked for you,” Sam hadn’t been sure if he should have confessed that little part or not, “when they were bringing her in. Kept repeating your name. You should just tell her, you know. She’s obvious she feels the same. Don’t be idiots.”

“Thanks,” Bucky rolled his eyes dramatically as the two men shared a quick laugh before Sam hugged him, “I’ll stay here if you want to go. You’ve done a lot already. Thank you for calling me.”

“I got you man,” Sam gave him a half smile, “call me if you need anything at all...or if anything happens.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as his friend left, Bucky came over to you, his fingers grazing the side of the small, horrid looking bed. He was going to help you however you needed it for however long it would take till you were better and out of pain. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t ever leave your side again.

This whole time he’d been so dumb, so silly. He should have just told you how he left - a long time ago and gotten over himself. A heavy sigh escaped him as you pulled up the uncomfortable plastic chair and took a seat next to you.

He gently, ever so delicately reached for the hand that was in the cast and held it in his. It almost made him laugh with how much smaller your hand was than his. They fit perfectly together.

He watched the steady rise and fall of your chest as you slept, wondering when you’d wake up. He hoped soon - so he could finally tell you all of those unspoken words.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“James?” a croaky, dry voice met his ears as his tired eyes snapped open. He blinked a few times to adjust his vision before focusing on you. You were looking back at him with a tired, sleepy little smile on your features. You looked beautiful, so damn beautiful, despite the blues and purples painting your skin, “what are you doing here?”

He must have fallen asleep at some point during the night. He was still holding your hand. He beamed back at you, “hi pretty girl. Sam called me and told me what happened. I came right over.”

“I’m anything but pretty right now,” you laughed lightly but quickly grimaced at the pain, “how long have you been here?”

“Since yesterday evening,” he confessed quickly, “I didn’t want to leave - wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh Bucky,” there was that saccharine little smile on your face. The same one he loved so much, “you didn’t have to. I...I really fucked up movie night, huh?”

“I’m in love with you.”

He finally got those damn words out before he could change his mind or think too much about it. Your face immediately lit up with a grin as you searched his cerulean eyes.

“Do you mean it?” you asked softly as he nodded, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

“Of course.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you replied, giving his hand a tight squeeze, “I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” he whispered as he leaned closer to you, “because I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl. Not now, not ever.”

“I don’t want you to, Bucky,” you promised, “I want you with me always.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

»»————-　♡　————-««

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High Times | KTH

Never felt higher.

ꕥ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

ꕥ Genre: Photographer!Tae, Painter!Reader, Stoner!Tae, Stoner!Reader, smut, fluff

ꕥ Rated: SA for Stoned Age (❀)

ꕥ Warnings: Drug use, established relationship, soft fluff, public nudity (kinda), soft ass sex, they’re in love omg, toothrooting fluff, a bit of mutual masturbation, fingering, oral (m. receiving), spanking, dirty talk, did I say they were in love?, fucking with feelings, Tae seriously wants to marry you, time to cry yall

ꕥ Word Count: 9.2k

ꕥ Summary: When quarantine ruins your plans for 4/20, your boyfriend gets an idea in the hopes of clearing his creative block. Sex and weed had always been a good combination for the both of you.

ꕥ Now Playing: Cigarettes After Sex (I recommend listening to the whole album while you read~)

ꕥ Author’s Note: This is by far the greatest title I’ve ever came up with… anyway, this was actually supposed to come out on 4/20 of last year but that never happened 🤡… I might make a part 2… I have some ideas, but let me know if you guys would be interested in that~ This school year was the worst but it’s summer and I can finally get back to it! Enjoy~

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much : D

**Bold words are Korean**

Today was a day you and Taehyung have been planning for, for a while. You both had been respectable weed users for some time now so 4/20 had always been the day. The day where you would meet up with all your friends, bring out your best weed, get high, and embrace the long expired meme. You and Taehyung had been placed in charge of planning this year’s party since last year, and everything was set to be one of the most memorable gatherings days of your lives, until a certain virus got in the way, ruining your plans.

Now here you both were. Instead of hosting the greatest party ever, you were laying on the bed in your little New York apartment, high, and with this random video you found of strangers kissing for the first time playing in the background. Yep, this day definitely took an unexpected turn.

“Taehyung look~” you laughed pointing at your TV screen. The couple were practically trying to swallow each other's faces, it made you both disgusted and proved hilarious all at the same time. The weed just made the sight even more amusing.

When he didn’t say anything you turned toward him to see him taking a long drag of his blunt, with a gaze that over the years you have come to be quite familiar with.

He was thinking.

You leaned over and placed a light peck on his cheek, and smiled when you saw his dazed expression turn into one filled with adoration. “What’s on your mind?” you asked curiously. You saw Taehyung thinking about his answer.

“You” he giggled after some time. You laughed along with him, but after all the time spent together, you could tell that wasn’t it.

“As much as I wished that were true, tell me what’s really on your mind, you seem kinda down,” you asked slightly concerned.

He laid down further in the bed and sighed. You propped yourself up and began moving the long strands of hair out of his face. You were amazed at how long it’s gotten.

After Jungkook, a mutual friend, started growing his hair out longer, your boyfriend had gotten the great idea to join him after saying he liked how it looked. Last week he also got the idea to get a perm. You were against it at first, but when he came home with his pretty long curls, well, let’s just say you were definitely expressive about liking his new look.

“I can’t stop thinking about everything…” he pouts, taking another drag of the blunt. You continued playing with his hair. “What's ‘everything’ supposed to mean?” You asked. He sighed “My career I guess… This block is making me question things.” Taehyung held up his blunt “This isn’t helping like it usually does,” he sighed.

You and Taehyung were pretty casual users of the good old Mary J. You both only ever really smoked with your friends, at social events where it was available, or in some cases, when you were really in need of ideas.

“Tae, you shouldn’t get hung up on this. Think of this as a little break for your brain~ You’ve always pushed it so hard coming up with the perfect angles, the perfect subjects, the perfect lighting, the perfect everything. Taehyung, when the idea’s right it’ll come to you, I promise~” You reassured.

As your words hung in the air, Taehyung sat up and kissed your lips. “I love you, you know that right?” he said quite seriously. You smiled at his words “Of course~ but not as much as I love you.” Weed always makes you both sentimental.

You and Taehyung had met a few years ago at an exhibit that you both were a part of. You had come to see your work displayed and open to the public for the first time, and Tae had been standing right next to you as you admired your work.

“I’ve been looking at this all night, beautiful right?” You heard the guy next to you ask with a slight accent.

“You think so?” you smiled. Yes you played this game.

“I’m usually not an abstract art kinda guy, but there’s something about this picture… Listen to this.” The guy beside you moved closer to the artwork to look at the little card underneath it. You took this time to check him out a little bit. He was tall, dark haired, a messenger bag swung over his shoulder, and dressed like he was born in the wrong era. You didn’t even really look at his face yet, but you liked what you saw already.

“Created by Y/N Y/L/N, this work showcases how she feels in our universe. Through the use of powerful colors and big brush strokes, the abstract work shows how small every problem, every bad day, every obstacle is in the grand scheme of the eyes of the universe.” The man read. He stepped back and looked harder at the image, awing at the seemingly random strokes.

“Beautiful.” The man looked back at you and smiled, but his face suddenly dropped. At first you were confused, but then you realized he must have figured it out. His eyes kept switching between the card and you standing behind him.

“You’re her?” He asked suddenly, making you laugh.

“She is I~” you did a little spin, the dress you were wearing flowing around you.

The revelation sparked conversation, as that night Taehyung had told you he had come because his work was also being displayed at this exhibit. Curious about his work, you asked him to show you.

You had both slowly walked to a different section of the exhibit, chatting along the way. You had learned that his name was Taehyung, and he had moved here to New York from South Korea a couple years ago with a friend of his (this turned out to be Jungkook) because of college, but stayed here for his job.

When you had finally made it to Taehyung’s display you were shocked to see the familiar work. Even though your passion was painting, photography had been a hobby that developed alongside it. It’s where you got a lot of your inspiration. It turned out Taehyung was ‘Vante’, someone you had admired deeply, as his work has gone on to inspire your own.

This discovery turned into more discussion eventually leading to you both leaving the exhibit and getting drinks at a local bar. You ended up chatting the night away, sparks flying the more you got to know each other. Time flew by quicker than you ever thought possible. When that moment came for the two of you to separate it was obvious that you both didn’t want that to be the last meeting.

You walked out of the bar with his jacket draped around your form. You hadn’t really expected to be out this late, so you weren’t dressed for the cool nightly weather. Sometime in the middle of your night together Taehyung had noticed you were chilly, and as cheesy as it sounds, when he handed you his jacket you were blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Soooooo,” you said as the bar became further with each step.Taehyung shyly rubbed the back of his neck but his eyes remained trained on yours. “I had a great time tonight.”

Your smile widened knowing he felt the same. “I had a really great time too.” You both giggled at the awkwardness of it.

Taehyung grabbed a hold of your hand “I-“ Suddenly someone blew their horn, making your attention turn toward the road. A beat up Chevy was pulled up right in front of the two of you. The window rolled down to reveal a man with short hair and big eyes.

“Hyung!!” The man said looking directly at Taehyung, you turned toward him to see an annoyed expression on his face.

Hands still intertwined, Taehyung guided the both of you over to the car.

“Y/N this is Jungkook,” Taehyung sighed and pointed to the man in the car. You awed, realizing this was the guy from a lot of the stories Taehyung had told you about. You put on a polite smile as you reached out your hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you,” you chuckled lightly.

Jungkook shook your hand “I hope it wasn’t all bad…” Your gaze shifted over to Taehyung as you struggled not to laugh. Jungkook’s cheerful smile faded as they landed on the older man in front of him.

“What did you say to her?” Taehyung giggled thinking back to the stories he told you. “We can talk about it later,” Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, are you coming? I’ve been waiting here forever. I tried calling you earlier, but it seems you were busy…” Jungkook asked with a yawn. Taehyung gnawed on his bottom lip. “Can you come back?”

Jungkook suddenly became very awake. “What?”

“Just go around the block once or twice. I-“ He leaned into the car a bit more. He knew you wouldn’t understand him, but the nerves had him doing it anyway. “I really wanna see her again and I haven’t gotten her number yet so please.”

Jungkook sighed “You really have my ass out here out here at midnight instead of calling an Uber or taxi, and you really want me to waste the gas on this.” Taehyung gave Jungkook a pleading look. “If you’re not done by the time I come back, I’m leaving you and you can find your own way back to the apartment.”

Jungkook pulled off leaving you confused. “He’s going around the block a couple times.” You nodded but you were curious as to why.

“Sorry I’ve been meaning to get my own car forever ago.” You laughed telling him it’s ok.“I just needed more time with you.” You raised your eyebrow in interest. “I wanna see you again really really bad and….” he grabbed your hands once again. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”

Your heart skipped at the thought “I would like that a lot~” Taehyung beamed at your answer.

He took out his phone and handed it to you “I’ll text you the details” you smirked realizing this was his sly way of asking for your number.

You typed in the digits and handed it back to him. Taehyung was cheesing like an idiot when he saw the name you put into his phone. Y/N 💞.

You felt a buzz come from the little clutch you were holding. You took out your phone to see an unknown number.

(+82) XXX-XXXX

It’s me :)

Your focus turned to Taehyung who was looking at you shyly. “Had to make sure it was real, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you,” he giggled.

Another horn honk took you both out of the moment. There was Jungkook again looking exhausted.

“Hyung, let's go!! I’m tired!” He called out.

You looked at Taehyung “You should probably go, he’s tired, I don’t wanna hold you guys up.”

Taehyung looked at you and was shocked. “You understood him?”

You nodded happily.

“Do you understand me now?” Taehyung tested. You shied away “I’m not that good, Namjoon, the friend I was telling you about taught me a few things, but I’m not fluent by any means. This is the first time I have understood anything…”

“Somehow you just keep getting better and better I-“

“I AM GOING TO LEAVE YOU!” Jungkook yelled out.

“GIVE ME A SECOND!” Taehyung yelled back.

He rolled his eyes at his friend, but turned back to you.

“So sorry he-“ Taehyung stopped when he saw you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night~ I’ll see you soon Taehyung”

You laughed at his star struck daze. “I um- Um did you want a ride? As much as he’s complaining right now we wouldn’t mind.” Taehyung said.

“It’s ok, I live close by~”

“Are you sure? It’s really late…” Taehyung said, glancing at his watch, shocked to see it was almost one in the morning.

“Yesss now go, Jungkook might actually kill you” you laughed.

“He would never. He’s all talk, but he knows he needs me.” You smiled to yourself. Their relationship was as cute as you thought it would be from the few stories Taehyung told you about tonight. You wish you had a friend like this.

“Anyway goodnight, text me when you get home ok?” he smiled and you nodded.

You noticed his hesitation to leave but eventually he tore himself away from you and headed to his very pissed off friend.

“Wait Taehyung!” You called out when you noticed something.

You took off his jacket “I almost forgot to give this back to you.” Taehyung waved down any efforts to try and give it back to him.

“Keep it, you can give it back the next time we see each other.” He smirked.

You gripped onto the jacket tighter and smiled. “Next time then~”

Taehyung beamed and finally sped away with Jungkook.

As soon as they were out of view you nearly squealed. You were never usually so forward with guys, but Taehyung had you wanting to push the limits as much as you could.

You had made it a little ways down the street when you got a text from that same unknown number.

(+82) XXX-XXXX

This might be too soon, but I miss you already <3

It was the fourth date when Taehyung asked you to be his girlfriend. You became part of each other’s lives faster than anyone thought possible.

You quickly ended up befriending Jungkook and your friend Namjoon joined the group soon after you all had lunch together per your request. You made an effort to learn Korean in order to connect with Taehyung more and you were also a little tired of the guys talking about you behind your back, but they don’t need to know that. Before you even realized you both had moved in together in this little apartment 2 years ago, to Jungkook’s relief as he was tired of walking in on things he wasn’t meant to see. Now here you were, about 4 years since that day, with more love for each other than either of you could imagine.

“Now, stop worrying your cute little head off, lay with me, and let’s watch people eat each other’s faces!” You giggled. Taehyung nodded, sat the blunt down in the ashtray, and wrapped his arms around you.

You both began to cringe, noticing the pair who was on your screen. You took notice of how awkward it looked.

“We look better than that right?” You laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“If someone got a camera and filmed us kissing, it wouldn’t look this awkward right?”

“I don’t think I need a camera to know how well you-“ Taehyung suddenly sat up and looked down at you.

“Tae??” You asked hesitantly. It’s usually in these moments where he says some of the weirdest stuff, things that you have taken the liberty to deem as ‘Taehyung thoughts’. They were usually pretty crazy, but despite this, you still most of the time have gone along with his spontaneous ideas.

Suddenly he was on top of you.

“You trust me.” He asked.

You nodded “Of course Taehyung wha-“ a sudden kiss was placed on your lips. You were surprised but you quickly melted into their soft touch. He always gave the best kisses.

Taehyung kissed you hard as his hand began its journey down, and started massaging your sides softly. It was always at this point you had an idea of what he was trying to do.

When he pulled away his lips were slightly red from the assault, hair was a mess as you had tossed the beret he was wearing to run your fingers through his hair, and he had a look in his eyes that told you he wasn’t done.

“Tae…” your breath was labored.

He leaned down next to your ear, “Get naked baby.”

Oh.

Weed and sex was a combination you and Taehyung knew all too well. This did not shock you whatsoever. What really surprised you was when you were about to take off your shirt, Taehyung got off the bed and grabbed the Polaroid camera he got you for your birthday last year.

“What’s that for?” You asked, sensing this is where the ‘Taehyung Thought’ came in.

He was silent as he checked the camera. “Tae, please don’t say this is your weird way of asking to make a sex tape.” His eyes widened at your words.

“I mean… that’s not what I was gonna say but your suggestion se—“

“No, no, nevermind, I take it back. What’s going on?”

“It’s not as fun as your idea, but…” he held up the camera “Naked photoshoot,” he said with a smirk. Your eyes widened.

Oh.

“I thought it would be fun and maybe help me with my block. If I can’t take pictures, at least I could be spending my time doing something. You’re my muse, your body might be the inspiration I need~” He said cutely.

Taehyung could sense your hesitance.

“Pleeeeaaasseeee,” he whined. “Even better is that I can have something to remember you when I have to travel, you too Jagi, you can take some of me.” Tae had grabbed your hand and held that pouty expression he knows you can never say no to.

“Fine” you sighed. You were gonna give in anyway, you hadn’t been opposed to it, Tae would know if you would say a hard no and respect that. You kinda just wanted to see him be all cute and beg.

Taehyung jumped up slightly, making sure to pepper your face in kisses. He was clearly excited.

“Come on, let’s get started before I change my mind,” You chuckled. He listened and dragged you both out to the little balcony of your shared apartment.

Now here’s where you really became confused…

“What’re we doing out here?” You asked and he beamed. Tae pointed to the setting sun that was nestled between the two buildings in front of your apartment. “It’s the lighting that always makes your skin look amazing~” you looked down at your own arms and noted that he was right. Sunset lighting always did give your skin that color that Tae always said he loved best.

“But we’re in public Tae…” you said looking around. You had neighbors with balconies like yours not even 6ft away, and then what about the buildings in front yours. They had stories that were higher than your apartment and they could easily look over the railing and see what you were doing. All of this should have you wanting to forget the idea, or at least change it so it’s inside, but it only gave you a rush.

Tae looked at you worried, noticing your point. “Um well we can change—“

“No. It’s fine~” you said quickly with a smile. Tae was shocked by your statement. He was usually the risk taker, and you were particular about what you did. Out of all the crazy ideas he’s had, he was almost sure this would get shot down from the start. Yet here you were, surprising him like you always do.

“I love you so much,” Tae proclaimed, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to kiss you like he’s been wanting to. The kiss was slow and passionate, love and adoration clearly in the air.

You love him. You really did.

Tae somewhere in between grabbed onto the hem of the tshirt you had been wearing (one of the many that you had stolen) and pulled it over your head. He stared in amazement at the sight in front of him. There you were, wearing nothing but a thong, having forgone any other clothing, knowing what weed does, especially when it’s just the two of you.

“Well that was a lot easier than I was expecting,” he chuckled, but his attention was far from the words coming out of his mouth.

You blushed at his words. Suddenly this ‘out in public‘ thing and the prying eyes of your boyfriend, became a little much. “My confidence is dwindling” you laughed nervously, using your arms to cover yourself up.

Oh no, Taehyung was not having it.

He softly grabbed your wrist, forcing your attention toward him. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are to me,” he said quite seriously. His eyes scanned over your form once again. “I’ll finally get to show you what my eyes see everyday.” He placed another kiss on your lips.

Your confidence has always been a slight issue. After your last relationship, your self esteem had dwindled into what people would call rock bottom. It would sometimes come out during arguments or during your low times, but Taehyung would always soothe your woes some way or another. He really has been the light you needed in your life.

Tae quickly ran back inside and grabbed the mini Bluetooth speaker that sat on your coffee table and the weed that was still in your room.

“I have the perfect playlist to get in the right mood,” he smiled. After a few minutes the familiar sounds of the beginning of a Cigarettes After Sex album filled the air. You smiled remembering all the memories this album has brought you.

You gently swayed to the relaxing music, and Tae got up and joined you. It was always moments like these that were pure bliss.

If you were to look back at yourself 4 years ago and knew the man beside you at the exhibit would mean this much to you, you probably would have married him on the spot. You fell hopelessly in love with this man, and you knew there was no way of stopping it.

You didn’t want to.

Tae couldn’t help but bite his lip. He could already tell this was gonna be a bit difficult to make it to the end of this photoshoot.

As you both swayed, he moved his hands so they grabbed onto the thong and pulled on the sides, snapping it, and making you way more aroused than you liked to admit.

“Let’s take a few with this still on and then…” his eyes scanned over you once more. This really was going to be really hard.

Tae grabbed the camera and began posing you the way he wanted it to. He happily hummed along to the song as he snapped the first shot— you were leaning over the balcony, the setting sun illuminating your features, and he had gotten the angle so you still see your face but it still put your ass on full display.

When the picture developed you were shocked to see that the person in the photo was you.

“Woah…” you couldn’t help but say as you examined it. Tae smirked, proud of his work. “I told you~” he boasted, making you playfully roll your eyes.

“You’re good at your job, I’ll give you that,” you laughed. “I wouldn’t be this good if it wasn’t for you,” he smiled and kissed you again. You playfully rolled your eyes “You’re so cheesy, you know that.” Taehyung giggled. “You love my cheesiness~”

You sighed knowing this was true.

“So where do you want me next?” You asked, taking a hit of your newly rolled blunt.

“On my dick,” he said quite bluntly, making you nearly choke on absolutely nothing.

“What?!” You laughed.

Tae just shrugged “I was just being honest.. Hold up, wait, that might not be a bad idea....” he trailed off but his attention was more focused on seeing how much your face was blushing from his words. “Would you like that?”

You shied away even more.

“Anyway, we’ll get to that later— for now let’s do some more poses before moving on to some details!”

The rest of the photoshoot continued on with a much more lighthearted atmosphere. In between the shots you’d playfully take pictures of each other, sneaking a kiss in as well here and there, the tension rising as the sun continued to set.

By the time you were fully in the nude, Taehyung could hardly keep his hands off you to actually take the pictures. “Tae…” you giggled as he started peppering kisses down your neck.

“Fuck, jagi I want you,” he almost whined. He knows that’s your weakness. You can never seem to say no to him when he acts like this.

“Not yet, you promised I could take some pictures of you…” you pouted. Tae sighed, but still pulled away and handed you the camera.

“Kiss me,” you said, and Taehyung complied. The sudden flash took him off guard.

That was when he noticed you holding the camera. He looked at you confused. “I wanted one of us” you smiled and took the undeveloped picture and set it with the collection behind you.

“Jagi, don’t play with me like that,” he shyly rubbed the back of his neck and you cooed at the sight. Gosh, why was he so adorable.

“No games this time, pants off~” You could tell how excited he was by his speed. He almost fell trying to get them off.

When he did get them off, you were shocked to see he was already semi-hard. Your boyfriend, especially in times of ‘max relaxation’ as he always called it, underwear was never on, leaving nothing to imagination. “Mmmm what’s got you so bothered~” you playfully joked.

“Jagi please…” he sighed as you started moving closer. You lazily grabbed ahold of his cock, slowly stroking him.

“Fuck… need you so bad,” he sighed as you picked up your pace slightly. “Mmmm wait a little longer baby, I promise we can do whatever you want when I’m done,” you cooed.

“Why are you teasing me like this now?” You chuckled at his comment “Because~ It’s fun seeing you this~” Taehyung wasn’t laughing. “Ha ha ha… Laugh it out now, I promise you won’t be later.” His words had you rubbing your thighs together. Oh how you were looking forward to that.

You stopped your moments to grab the camera once again. The sun by now was significantly lower than when you both had started, but that glow, fainter than earlier, still remained to bathe you all in the natural sunlight. You were going to have to be quick to keep that great lighting, plus your antsy boyfriend probably wouldn’t allow for nothing less than speedy.

The photoshoot started off pretty tame. Instead of rolling right into it like Taehyung had, you got a couple of closeups, focusing on his facial features. He was a natural model, while you would sometimes struggle to think of poses or know the angles that had you looking somewhat decent, Taehyung knew how to work the camera. Then again he was absolutely breathtaking, even when you’d try and sneak in a silly one, you would still be gawking at how beautiful he is.

It made you wonder how lucky you were to find someone this amazing, and for him to like you back. YOU, you of all people.

He stayed with you despite everything. How damaged you still were from your previous relationship. He was here for your lows, lows that you would have probably never come back from if it wasn’t for him.

You loved this man so much it hurts sometimes.

You struggled not to get emotional in times like this. And to think your paths nearly never crossed.

Taehyung had revealed one late night early into your relationship that he was never really meant to attend that day. The exhibit had been split into multiple days. He had originally been scheduled for the second day, but the night before the organizers had called to say they had suddenly decided to switch up the exhibits (for reasons he doesn’t know to this day) and move his work to the first day.

Taehyung had plans that day that he couldn’t avoid, and doubted he would be able to make it in time, but for the first time ever since he moved to New York the traffic seemed to clear and allowed the taxi ride to be quicker than he ever expected. He managed to get there with time to spare!

The rest moved like it was fate.

Originally Taehyung had only planned to simply check out his section of the exhibit, take a few pictures, and leave so Jungkook could pick him up on his way home, but on his way someone had bumped into him, making him drop his headphones he was entangling as he walked. They fell right into the entrance of the art exhibit.

When he reached to pick them up, right in front of him was your artwork. Taehyung found it so interesting he ended up staring at it for a while before looking around the area a little more. He had a little time to spare so he took his time looking around, he would often pass by your work almost like, in his words ‘it was calling to him.’

When the time came that he realized he needed to leave, right in front of the work he had been staring at all night was you. Taehyung would always tell you he thought you were so beautiful he just had to talk to you.

To think things could have gone a little differently that day and you and Taehyung probably would have never met each other.

Thoughts like these would sometimes plague your mind late at night but he would always be right there beside you to keep you grounded and remind you ‘things did go right that day, Taehyung’s here with you’. You tried your best to focus on the here and now that way, appreciating even more the moments you get to spend in each other’s arms.

“Tae, do I ever tell you how much I love you?” You question as you stare at him absentmindedly. You both were taking a break, sitting at the little table on the balcony.

“I’ve heard it before, possibly…” he said, thinking a bit.

You smiled. “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Just wanted you to know in case you forgot~”

You took notice of the way he got slightly flustered, ears reddening by the second, sinking lower in his chair, and using the blankets you both brought out here to cover his face slightly.

“Tae come back!” You giggled making him pop back up eventually.

“Yah, I could never forget. Words can’t describe the way I feel about you…” he finally retorted after getting himself back together.

You couldn’t hide the giddy smile on your face. “Are you sure about that?”

Taehyung needed a second after hearing you switch to his mother tongue and scuffed. “You serious?”

Even though you were practically fluent in the language, speaking it wasn’t something you did often, only ever when you’d FaceTime his parents who were still in his hometown in Korea.

You shrugged “All I know is that I gave you a whole lot of words and all I got ‘words can’t describe the way I feel’”

“You’re just upset because I love you more”

You cocked your eyebrow “And now it’s a competition?”

Taehyung leaned in, letting some silence fill the air “I love you more”

You did the same “I love you more”

“I love you more”

You stared him down.

“I love you more”

“Fuck” Taehyung mumbled under his breath seeing the passion in your eyes. You were so sexy like this.

You rejoiced realizing you won this battle “See I love you more~”

Taehyung’s breath was heavy, he couldnt stop thinking about the next time when he can fucking kiss you. “If you’re so sure of yourself, why don’t you come over here and prove it?”

You smirked at his comment “If that’s what it takes then…” you got up out of your chair and stood right in front of the man.

He unraveled his blanket a bit so you could comfortably sit on his lap. With the dark lighting you weren’t able to see it but you were in for a nice surprise when you got situated.

You look at him wide eyed “Tae you’re still hard?”

“Very,” he sighed, diving in straight for your neck, placing soft pecks across your soft skin.

“Taehyung you’re so—“ you didn’t even care to finish as you melted into his light touches. He slowly began trailing his kisses up your neck, eventually landing on the lips he’s been craving for.

The kiss was slow at first, you both basking in the moment. The romantic glow of the candles, even the bustling nightlife that was happening below seemed to lull you both into a trance of pure adoration for each other.

Your hands started to get more antsy, Taehyung letting his hands slide down to rest on your waist and you began lightly tugging on his hair.

The kiss gradually grew deeper, the need for each other growing with every second. “Taehyung I—” you said breathlessly, but Taehyung was quick to shut you up with another kiss. It was fast, very fast. He quickly slid his tongue in, taking you by surprise and a wave of arousal going straight to the pit of your stomach.

You both unconsciously began grinding into each other, needing that friction. Taehyung couldn’t take this anymore. “Jagi please, now?” he asked desperately, moving back to your neck to suckle on it lightly.

“What about—“ you were quick to be cut off but Taehyung’s sudden tight grip on your ass.

“Shit, you’re soaked...” he said under his breath, baffled realizing how wet his thigh was. “Jagi please, wanna take you here, right now...”

“Tae, but the pictures…” you looked over at the table to see all the polaroids. Your collection by now has amounted to a good size, with them practically covering your little table. You both had taken a break to eat a snack real quick, but you still had every intention of continuing once you were done. You never managed to get anything as explicit as Taehyung had of you.

Now though...

“I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, you can take as many as you want, but right now I— I need you so bad”

Fuck.

His words made you grind into him harder. Taehyung threw his head back, coming closer and closer to losing it.

“Jagi…” he nearly growled.

You liked to think you have a lot of self control, but when Tae gets like this, rational thinking often is thrown out the window.

You kissed him back hard as an answer, hoping that would suffice for your lack of words. You broke this kiss and gasped when suddenly you felt his fingers on your clit. “You think you can take me now huh?” His voice was just dripping with lust.

“Right here?” You stuttered, now coming to your senses that you were still on your balcony, where any of your neighbors or people in the other buildings could see you two. He hummed softly as his fingers returned back to your clit, massaging it gently. “Wanna make you cum…”

You threw your head back at the sudden pleasure, you mind cloudy, lust taking over your ability to make a rational decision. “Don’t stop.” You moaned. Taehyung smirked slightly at your reaction but got right to work. His fingers traveled farther down, he watched your face intently as you took his fingers so well.

“Tae!” You cried, your pleas headed straight for his cock, the urge to please you consuming him. His fingers easily hit spots that had you quickly seeing stars. You felt so good around his fingers, he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock instead. You were so just so warm..

You’re so happy.

He pleased you so well, always made you feel beautiful, wanted, and needed. Tae wouldn’t allow for anything less.

Fuck. He’s just—

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, please please I—“ you pleaded, so close to your release, grinding against his fingers needing to chase that pleasure. Taehyung gave you exactly what you wanted. He always would.

That feeling finally exploded, leaving you crying as Tae worked you through your orgasm. He hardly gave you time to catch your breath before he was eagerly chasing your lips, the desperation becoming too much. He pulled his fingers out of you and put them up to his lips, sucking on them lightly. Even in your post orgasmic haze you were stunned and more turned on than you should admit.

Taehyung was this close to losing his mind.

The taste of you had his brain malfunctioning. If this was a different time he would have wanted to go back inside and taste you, having you cum on his tongue as many times as he could, but this wasn’t that time. This whole photo shoot has been torture, then again it was his idea, but he knew this would end up a mess the minute you were tugging off your shirt. It’s now this late in the day, you’ve smoked this much weed, and you still haven’t had sex? That’s unheard of, and his body could feel it too. He was painfully hard, the ache being enough for him to propose this crazy suggestion.

“Let’s finish out here, it’s dark and we’re under these blankets. No one will see us…” he placed reassuring pecks against your neck as he eagerly tried to line you up over his aching length. But despite the amazing orgasm he just gave you, the lights of office buildings across the street were making you a little paranoid to go all the way.

“Maybe we should just head inside, it’s cold anyway…” He stared at you for a second, before nodding and started getting up, helping lift you to your feet once again.

Once you both made it inside, you were all over each other. It was a mess of tearing off the blankets, frantic hands, and sloppy kisses. It was a bit discombobulating, especially considering your apartment was dark, in a rush to head to the bedroom you ended up hitting the wall right beside your door to the room. Even with the desperation, you both still found yourselves laughing, and the moment apart was all you needed before you were dropping to your knees.

“Jagi, what are you doing?” Taehyung asked, out of breath.

“Gonna prove how much I love you~” you said with a sultry tone to your voice, recalling the competition you had a little while ago.

“Y/N— oooohhhh fuck” Taehyung groaned as you wrapped your hands around the tip.

“Want me to stop?” You asked and he quickly shook his head. “Keep going…” Tae pleaded, making you smirk at how fucked out he looked already. You marveled as you examined the amount of precum leak from the tip.

“Someone’s excited~” you chuckled looking up into his lust filled eyes. Usually in moments like these, he’d laugh along with you, but not today. He’s been hard for way too long to think straight at this point. All he knows is he needs your mouth on his cock right now. Instead of answering, he grabbed your hair and pushed you toward his bobbing length and used his other hand to guide it into your mouth.

When he was pressing right up against your lips, instead of taking him like you knew he was hoping you would, you gave him tiny licks right across his tip.

“Mfffmm—“ you felt his fingers lift your chin so you we’re looking up at him again. The look in his eyes made you squeeze your legs together, searching for a little relief.

Damn, was your boyfriend hot~

“No teasing. Open your mouth.” Taehyung commanded quite plainly but you could hear the strain in his voice. This time when he went to put it in your mouth, you happily took all of him, making a whine fall from Taehyung’s lips.

“Shit, that’s it,” Taehyung groaned as you began your steady pace. His head hit the wall behind him, but his grip still remained tight on your hair. Your pace continued on slowly, choosing to forgo a speedy rhythm for taking more of him in. You’ve learned over the years he prefers it like this. It’s not too long after he pulls you off of him and is lifting your chin to meet his eyes once again. You could immediately tell from that look in his eyes what he wanted.

“You think you can take me Jagi?” He asked softly, making you smile.

You placed light kisses along his thighs “I can take anything you give me. Now fuck my mouth Kim Taehyung.”

He cursed under his breath at your words. He pushed himself in slowly and groaned when he hit the back of your throat. “Mmmm so good to me~” he moaned as he pushed into you at a slow pace. He was slow, trying to be courteous as he was on the larger side of the spectrum.

Your mouth around him felt so good, taking him just the way he likes. You knew everything, every tick, every spot that gets him going. The thought made his heart feel all warm and his cock wanting to spill everything into the pretty mouth that’s been treating him so well. But as nice as that sounds, Tae wanted, had to have the end be him buried in the tightness of your walls, not now… No matter how much he wants to.

“Jagi ughh—“ he whimpered as he pulled you off of him. You looked up at him and tilted your head confused, a mannerism of yours that he couldn’t get over when he first noticed. It was oddly endearing.

Tae helped you to your feet and kissed you instantly. He wanted you close to him, never wanting to let go. The kiss led you finally making it to the bedroom. When you made it to the bed, Taehyung sat you gently on the edge, you scooted back and watched as he clumsily tugged down his underwear.

Today you were in the mood to be a bit extra, wanting so badly to please your beloved boyfriend, so you let your hands roam your body, finally to stop at your clit. Tae took his focus away from the task at hand when he heard the whimpers fall from your lips.

There you were arm over your eyes, legs spread for him to see you rubbing your clit. Oh my fucking g— “Taehyung hurry…” you moaned which went straight to his aching length. “What are you doing?” He asked softly, his eyes not once leaving the sight between your legs.

“You were taking too long...” He wasn’t. “And-and I just need you so bad! Don’t just stand there and please fuck me already!” You exclaimed. You really deserve an Oscar. His hand unconsciously glided down, stroking himself, your cries becoming too much too quickly.

“Jagi…” he sighed. You uncovered your eyes when you still hadn’t felt Tae get in the bed, to see his lust filled gaze, staring right at what was happening between your legs, hand tightened around his length. Seeing the daze you trapped him in, you figured you’d make the most of this and give him a show.

You stared straight at him as you gave him the most. You teased yourself and you saw the look of strain on his face, just waiting for him to break and fuck you like you knew he wanted. At some point in time, you managed to get lost in your own little game. You had managed to work yourself up so much you didn’t even notice when Taehyung climbed on the bed with you.

“Jagi…” you heard his low voice call out to you, breaking you out of your trance.

“Move your hand.” Another command that had you clenching around nothing.

“Tae I need you.”

“Please stop…” he whined, now that he was close you could finally see the strain on his face. “I’m not even in you yet and—“ he stopped himself, not wanting to tell you how close he’s gotten by your teasing and filthy words.

“Taehyung please, enough waiting, I wanna feel you.” He groaned, rutting against you. That was the last straw, he wasted no time and slid right in the warmth of your pussy, a long moan filling the room from the both of you.

Taehyung dipped his head in your shoulder, kissing you lightly while he waited for you to get adjusted. “You always feel so good, fuck,” he sighed right into your ear.

“Love you so much baby,” you moaned, lightly stroking his hair. You felt him move his hips slightly.

“Shit Jagi,” he sighed. “Say it again.” He lifted himself up from your neck and looked at you right in the eyes, noticing your fond expression. “Please…” he called out softly, taking you out of the moment. Fuck, you’re so in love with this man. You grabbed a hold of his face pulling him close into another kiss.

“I love you. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that.” You declared in between kisses. Taehyung whined. Maybe it was just the mood this day has brought with it, but your confession was enough to have him spiraling and an overwhelming need to show you how much he loved you back was all he wanted to do.

“Can I move…” he strained and you nodded hurriedly.

Tae interlocked his fingers with yours and fucked into slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. “I won’t ever forget… don’t worry, baby.” Maybe it was the mood for you too, but for some reason you found yourself slightly teary eyed as his hips collided into yours. Luckily for you, in your haste you never turned on the lights in your room, so he didn’t notice. You’re glad. Instead you just wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

This was nice.

“Tae~” you cried at the pleasure he was bringing you.

Even though your room was dark, the lights from outside your window decorated his face and you could tell he was staring right into your eyes. With the glide of his hips you couldn’t help but throw your head back in pleasure of it all.

This was perfect. This moment, the atmosphere, the lighting, the city, the sex, your boyfriend. All of it. All of it is exactly what you wanted.

“Tae, please I’m close.” You moaned, pulling him closer. He felt so good, filling you just like you’ve been craving him too. You’re so close. Taehyung quickened his pace, his own end approaching quicker and quicker with every stroke of his hips. You were so warm, so tight, you felt like home.

His home.

He knew exactly what you needed. Taehyung quickly pulled out and flipped you over so you were on your stomach with your ass in the air. He barely gave you time to realize what’s going on before he was pushing himself back inside.

“You’re mine.” He enunciated with each thrust of his hips. You whined, the new position having you already seeing stars. When you didn’t say anything, a loud smack reverberated throughout your room.

Fuck.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“I—…” Taehyung pounded into you hard, words suddenly seemed like such an obstacle.

Another smack.

“I said, say it.”

“I’m yours, Tae I’m all yours. Fuck, I’m yours.” You cried, your orgasm just within reach. His groan let you know he was satisfied with your answer.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“Yes, yes you are.”

“Fuck, you feel so good!” He sighed. He was so close… “Y/N-Y/N can I…” he hurried. “Taehyung please!” You begged. His paced quickened. It was fast. The buildup from the few hours of teasing exploded into pure need, want, and craving.

His grip on your hips tightened and with a cry he quickly came, pumping you full of his seed with you following close behind. He worked you both through your orgasms, his hips slowing down with each thrust. The fiery moment of passion dying down as you both caught your breath. He finally pulled out and flopped onto the bed right next to you.

“Tae?” You whispered, breaking the silence. The man in question looked over at you.

“I love you.” You confessed for the gazillionth time today. He smiled fondly and brought his hand up to lightly stroke your cheek. “I love you too.”

A moment of silence passed, you were just basking in that post orgasmic glow, loving the man beside you, before suddenly he was rolling so he was on top of you again. You looked at him quizziedly before he was diving straight for your neck, kissing lightly. At first you thought this was just him wanting to go for another round, but then he started sucking in a way that you knew was gonna leave a mark. “Hey… what’s up with you?” You moaned softly.

“Want everyone to know you’re mine~” he whispered in your ear. You giggled at the thought of you having to go out, hickeys all over your neck, hands interlocked with your boyfriend, everyone around you knowing exactly who did it. “Well I won’t stop you~ You ok though?” You asked, now realizing a theme.

Tae finally looked you into your eyes again. “It’s just, during the sex, and now this?” You chuckled. “You scared I’m leaving or something?” You said sarcastically, but the frown on your boyfriends face, made you realize that might be the answer.

“Hey you know that will never happen right?” He nodded.

“I know, it’s just sometimes I get scared I guess…” He decided to settle. Part of the answer was true, but the other half was unknown to you still unfortunately.

“Tae, I’ll always be here~ I’m sorry but, it’s actually impossible to get rid of me no matter how hard you try. I’m here for the long hall.” You laughed, grabbing his hand. The sentiment was enough to warm his heart and he quickly got back on top of you, however heading straight for your lips.

“Speaking of how much I love you, do you think you could go again?” You asked, still feeling that buzz inside of you. “I was gonna ask the same thing. You beat me to it.” He said out of breath, rolling his hips into yours.

This was how you spent the remaining hours of the day. Tae fucked you another time on the bed, you both had tried to take a shower, but ended up a sweaty mess all over again. By the time you had both got in the bed again, as soon as your heads hit the pillow you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Hours later Taehyung wakes up to the tell-tale signs that the sun is rising. The blue hue that fills his room has him wanting nothing more than to never leave your side. He turned around to get back into his big spoon position. He loved being with you like this. He loved you.

The feelings had him pulling away and heading to the dresser that was beside his bed. Taehyung pulled open his top drawer, which at first seemed to only be filled with underwear, but a little digging toward the back and he pulled out a little black box and an envelope.

He glanced back at you who was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. The sight made his heart ache. Taehyung has originally planned to surprise you on your upcoming anniversary with a dream you’ve always wanted.

You had always told him you wanted to see the world. Taehyung would often fly out for work, especially when his agent would send him away for nature expeditions different companies would pay him to do. He had always wanted to bring you along with him but every time there seemed to be an excuse that prevented you from joining.

Sometimes you would be busy, others the company that sponsors his trips wouldn’t let him take you with him, maybe it was money that time. There was always something that would have him leaving you behind at the airport. Well it wasn’t gonna be this time. He bought tickets for the both of you to fly to your first destination of Costa Rica. Taehyung had planned to take you to a couple places in each continent. You were gonna travel the world like you always wanted to.

The thing that’s been on his mind ever since the lockdown started was that near the end of the trip he wanted to propose. It was gonna be at a place you had hinted too as one of the places you wanted to travel to the most. He was gonna finally pop the question to you there, hopefully with everything going right, and you say yes, you guys would then leave for Korea next to make the announcement to Tae’s family.

He really was ready for this.

He had done the traditional, asking for your parent’s blessing, and got an overwhelming amount of approval. Everything was looking great for this plan until that virus came along and messed up the plans just like it had for your 4/20 party.

When he realized the situation got the point of them needing to postpone the trip, he had been devastated. It tore him inside. He wanted to make you his. He wanted everyone to know that. He wanted people to see the ring, and be able to call you his wife.

Tae wanted to talk about the next step. Maybe buy a nicer apartment together, maybe move out of New York City, buy a house, get a dog, kids in the future. He wanted to do all of that. But a virus really had to come the year when he finally wanted to pop the big question and—

A sigh fell from his lips. He had already had this battle, been through the emotions, and tried to look past it. Taehyung looked back at you again.

Then again though, after today, he honestly wonders if maybe he shouldn’t wait. Maybe he couldn’t wait. The amount of times the words were on the tip of his tongue, wanting to propose right there in that moment, the last thing he wants the proposal story to be is him asking you to marry him as you were giving him the head of his life and they just kinda ‘came out.’ He can already picture the shit his friends would give him…

Maybe it was just worth revaluing his plan. As much as he wanted to do it during this trip, maybe that’s just not possible anymore. Really though, no matter how he does it, as long as you’re by his side it doesn’t matter.

Taehyung hid the box and envelope back in it’s hiding space, before crawling back into bed, cuddling up next to you. He’s fine as long as you’re here with him.

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The Cabin - Tom Hiddleston x Curvy Reader (Part 2/3)

Part 1

You woke up as the movie credits were scrolling. The kiddos were all still asleep strewn about the den. Looking at the clock, you realized it was about lunch time.

Walking into the kitchen, you saw Lisa sorting out the food that needed to go to the grill while one of Chris’ sisters was working on making some side dishes. “Anything I can help with?” You walked to the coffee maker to make a second cup of coffee.

“I think we’ve got everything sorted” Lisa answered. “Can you bring these out to the guys?” She was holding a large tin pan full of hot dogs, hamburgers, and veggie burgers.

“Of course.” You answered, holding your coffee in a way that let you grab the pan. “Do you mind opening the door?”

Chris’ sister hurried to the door, sliding it open.

“Thank you” you said, heading down the wooden deck to where the guys were sat by the grill.

“Look who’s awake” Chris teased, jogging to you to take the pan.

“I have to say, I needed that nap.” You laughed, following Chris to the grill.

“Are the kids still passed out?” Scott asked, watching you take a seat next to Tom. Chris started grilling the food.

“Yup” you answered. “I restarted the movie so they’d have the background noise.”

“Aren’t you cold?” Tom asked, seeing you were still in your fuzzy socks and sweater.

You shrugged, sipping your coffee. “I’m good for now. Anyone know what the plans are for the rest of the day?”

“Food. Probably hit the store in a bit. I think jetlag is gonna hit everyone harder than they think” Chris laughed.

“We should go get stuff for drinks after lunch” Scott suggested.

“I’m in. We should get a list from your mom of anything else she thinks we’ll need right away” you replied.

“Do you mind if I tag along?” Tom asked, looking between you and Scott.

“Of course, not” you answered, shivering a bit as the cold soaked through your sweater.

“Scott, can you go grab a pan for the cooked meat” Chris asked.

“Sure thing” Scott answered, getting up.

“Can you grab the blanket by the door?” you called out as he walked towards the cabin.

“God, do I have to do everything around here” Scott teased in a dramatic voice, making the rest of you laugh.

“Would you like my jacket?” Tom asked as you took another sip of your coffee.

You turned to look at him and shook your head no, a soft smile on your face.

When your gaze lingered a bit longer than one would call socially acceptable, Tom’s cheeks turned pink. “Do I have something on my face?”

You laughed. “No, you’re just…hear me out…like, if I were to write a perfect gentleman into whatever story I’m writing…I think that’s you…you check all of the boxes.”

Tom smiled and cleared his throat. “If I may ask, is that a compliment or are you trying to gently inform me that I’m incredibly boring.”

Chris let out a loud laugh, which prompted both of you to laugh. “I meant it as the highest compliment” you assured him.

“Well, in that case, I’m extremely flattered.” Tom replied, lifting his arm and prompting you to fill the small gap between the two of you. When you’d scooted against his side, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

When Scott returned, he tossed the blanket over both of your laps, going to stand by the grill with Chris. By the way they would take turns glancing back at you and Tom, you assumed they were talking about you.

“Chris mentioned that you do some sort of writing or consulting outside of your books.” Tom said, simply wanting to get to know you better.

You laughed, knowing that it drove Chris crazy not knowing what else you did for work. “Well, that’s accurate.”

“Is it safe to assume you won’t tell me what it is?” Tom smirked.

“I mean, never say never” you replied, looking up at Tom.

“Well, if I can’t know what else you do for work, what do you do for fun?” He continued, the two of you chatting until it was time to go inside to eat.

It felt good to have the cabin full of people. Chris’ family and a few of their family friends, including you and Tom, spent the next hour eating, laughing, and telling embarrassing stories about each other as you do when you’ve got the whole family together.

You were banished from the kitchen when you’d tried to help with the dishes. “You and the boys go do your shopping, we’ll clean up” Lisa said, handing you a short list and shooing you away.

“Now I know where Chris gets his stubbornness” you teased, hearing Lisa laugh as you left the kitchen.

You climbed the stairs, stopping at Chris and Tom’s rooms, both of them sitting in Chris’ room with Scott. “You guys ready to go?”

“Just waiting for you” Scott replied.

“Let me grab my jacket and my shoes and I’ll meet you guys’ downstairs.” When you made it outside, Chris already had your SUV started, letting the heating warm up.

“Mind if I drive?” he hollered out the window.

You shook your head no, walking around to the side of the truck and climbing into the back seat next to Tom. Scott was sat up front in the passenger seat. “I’ve got the list from your mom.”

“Then we are ready to rock n roll” Chris said, looking in the various mirrors to make sure it was safe to back-up.

Chris drove around the town for a while. He drove down a few scenic roads showing Tom the beautiful landmarks. When he saw a perfect, untouched patch of snow he insisted the four of you make snow angels. Of course, he made sure to get a picture of everyone laying in their angel.

Next stop was the liquor store. You pushed the cart around with Tom as Scott and Chris added various bottles and pre-made beverages to the cart.

“Y/n!” you heard Scott call from a few aisles over.

“Yes?” you laughed, looking to see if he was going to pop around the corner.

“Do you have a beer pong table?” It was Chris’ voice you heard this time.

You and Tom laughed at the brothers. “No” you answered.

“If I had to bet, I’d say that you’re about to be the proud owner of a brand-new beer pong table.” Tom laughed, walking with you towards the front of the store.

When you rounded the corner, you saw the brothers walking towards you. Scott had a fold-up beer pong table in his hands and Chris had two cases of White Claw and a bag of red solo cups in his.

“White Claw?” you laughed.

“Less calories than beer means that I have to spend less time at the gym while I’m here.” Chris replied, putting everything in the cart. “Speaking of, Tom do you want to work out with me in the mornings?”

“Absolutely” Tom replied. “I was a bit nervous to go running with all of the ice and snow.”

“I’d be more worried about the bears” you said, watching his eyes go wide.

“Now I’m extra glad that I didn’t try to run this morning” Tom said, following you as you pushed your cart to the front of store checkout. Chris pulled his card out before you could even offer to pay.

Next stop was the grocery store.

As Chris and Scott gathered the things on their mother’s shopping list, you took Tom to the baking aisle. “You mentioned that your family bakes when everyone gets together.”

“I did.” Tom smiled as he continued. “My mother and my sisters are usually baking some sort of sweet.”

“Well…” You gestured to the various options laid out in front of you. “What do you want to bake?”

“Really?” Tom asked, looking over at you.

“We can make pretty much anything” you answered. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”

“No, no. I do.” Tom replied, swallowing back a bit of emotion. “I just…I know we really only just met so you have no way of knowing any of the craziness that has been going on in my life.”

You could sense a bit of hesitation in Tom so you reached out and grabbed one of his hands in yours.

Tom smiled, his eyes watering a touch. “And I’m not complaining, I promise you. I’m grateful that I’ve been afforded so many opportunities. I just…I only got to see my family for 4 days all last year. Home is the one place I feel like I can completely be myself and relax and…Well, when I found out I wasn’t going to see my family on the one break I have for the next three months, I didn’t expect…”

When he stopped talking, you slid your arms around his middle, pulling him into a hug.

“I apologize.” He said, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sure a simple ‘thank you’ would have been a much more eloquent response.”

You could feel a light laugh rumble in his chest. “Don’t apologize.” You loosened your arms a bit to pull back from the hug.

Tom’s arms held you against himself for a moment before letting you go. “What is your favorite thing to bake?” he asked you.

You thought for a moment before answering. “Cookies.”

“Then I’d love to bake cookies with you” he replied, turning towards the various bags of chocolate chips.

“FYI” you said, grabbing a small bag of sugar and flour.

“Yes?” he put two different types of chocolate chips in the basket.

“I think anything you say in that accent sounds eloquent.” You pushed the cart further down the aisle to grab the oil. You could hear Tom laugh behind you.

“I’ll have to remember that.”

When the four of you got back to the car, Chris recommended picking up pizza for dinner since you guys had been gone a few hours.

“Just text your mom to make sure she isn’t already working on something.” You replied

When Chris got the green light on his pizza plans from Lisa, he placed the order over the phone and you guys picked it up on the way back to the cabin.

As everybody dug into the pizza, you took your baking supplies to the kitchen to tuck them away. You wanted to make sure that no one else used them before you could bake the cookies with Tom. Deciding to catch up on your work emails, you grabbed a slice of pizza and headed upstairs to your room. Sat at your desk with your headphones blasting your favorite music, you started replying to potential project proposals and questions your publishers had about your next works.

Because of your headphones, you didn’t hear Tom walk into your room about a half hour later. As he walked up to your desk, he was calling out your name not realizing you couldn’t hear him.

Standing behind your chair, he glanced at one of your computer screens, understanding what you’d been doing since you’d disappeared. What he didn’t expect, though, was what project you were currently emailing about.

See, most of the people that knew you as an author knew you wrote books in the same category as Hunger Games or Beautiful Creatures…Well, having the ability to hide completely behind an anonymous pen name let you venture into some projects that you deemed a bit more…fun? Maybe spicy is the right word.

Feeling bad for accidentally snooping, Tom put his hand on your shoulder to get your attention, scaring the absolute shit out of you. You threw your headphones off and turned in your chair, your heart going a million miles an hour.

Tom was stood there trying not to laugh. “I’m so sorry.”

“OH, dear god” you laughed, laying your hand over your heart and leaning back in your chair. “You about gave me a heart attack.”

“I was meant to come and tell you the brothers want to play beer pong, but I think they can wait a bit longer.” Tom said with a grin on his face.

You tilted your head to the side, confused as to what Tom meant. “That sounds both ominous and sexy” you laughed.

Tom chuckled and turned your chair back to face your computer. “Mind telling me what project you’ve got coming up?”

“Now it makes more sense” you continued laughing. On your screen was the proposed cover of your new book in an email you were replying to. You leaned your chair back so you were looking at Tom upside down. “You sure you can handle it?”

“I’m a bit offended that you think I can’t” Tom answered.

“You asked for it” you replied, standing up and walking over to your door. Sliding the lock in place, you walked to your closet, turning to Tom. “You coming?”

Tom opened his mouth to speak and paused, choosing to simply nod and follow.

Walking to the back of your closet, you pushed your clothes to the side and opened another door. This was your writing room. Specifically, for your ‘adult’ books.

You’d covered the walls in inspiration, essentially. In addition to your mainstream ‘young adult’ or ‘new adult’ novels, you wrote adult books…erotica…but your books were very inclusive. They featured various orientations, gendered pairings, gender identities, ethnicities, body shapes, body sizes, and various forms of being differently abled. Your walls were covered in artwork that featured real bodies in all of their various forms.

“So, this is your secret career?” Tom asked, looking at all of the various things hung on the walls.

“One of them” you answered, opening a cabinet full of dozens of books.

As Tom sorted through them, he understood your niche. “I think this is brilliant” he said, staring at you with an eye crinkling smile.

“Thanks” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm. “I don’t know how I thought you were going to react, but that definitely wasn’t it.”

“I mean it” he replied, continuing to look at the various books. “I love storytelling. Obviously, it’s a huge reason why I pursued acting. I love literature and music and many other various forms of art but acting has been my passion for so long. It’s only now that I’m realizing how narrow of a range that I’m personally capable of expressing.”

“Hey, that’s not true” you replied.

“That came out wrong” Tom turned to you. “What I meant to say was that as an actor I will never be able to personally tell many of these stories. Sex aside, obviously.” Tom lightly laughed.

“The only reason I was able to tell a lot of them was because I talked to and got to know people that had little to no representation IN these kinds of stories.” You pulled out a box of letters and printed emails. “When I started writing these books, I wrote for women that looked like me. Bigger women are rarely cast as the romantic lead, in literature or on screen. When we are, we have to go through some stupid ‘worthless to worthy’ journey where a ‘special kind of man’ swoops in to complete us and convince us we deserve love. We’re never just allowed to happily exist AND have a happy ever after.”

When you turned to look at Tom, he caught you off guard by roughly pressing his lips against yours as his hands held either side of your face. When he pulled back, his hands lingered a moment longer. “I do apologize. I couldn’t help myself.” He cleared his throat and turned back to the box you had pulled out. “Please, go on.”

You stared at him a moment longer, trying to gather your thoughts before turning back to the letters. “What I was saying before you so delightfully interrupted me…” You glanced at him, seeing him lick his bottom lip as he smiled. “Under my pen name, I run a page online. People send me their personal stories, fantasies, questions, worries…These people come in more than just various shapes and sizes. Some of them are in wheelchairs or are not as able bodied as you and me. I have a woman with Tourette’s who shares stories about her sex life and romantic life with her wife while living with her various tics. I just saw that someone started a new forum for people who have had mastectomies. When I go to write a story that represents something I can’t personally speak to, I talk to those that can. I get permission to even attempt to represent them. Sex is the easiest part of these to write. I feel responsible to do right by them and to translate the truth of their experience into a bit of romantic escapism. If they want to, everyone should be able to find characters they can relate to.”

“I think that what you’ve done is really, quite incredible.” Tom complimented you.

“Thank you” you replied, chuckling. “It’s weird getting compliments for essentially writing porn.”

Tom laughed, turning one of the books over in his hand. “Am I allowed to read any of them?”

“Go for it” you replied. “You just cannot tell Chris about any of this. At all. Pinky promise?” You extended your pinky towards Tom.

With a very serious face, Tom hooked his pinky in yours and answered. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“We should probably go downstairs. Chris and Scott are probably wondering why the hell we’re taking so long” you laughed, walking out of your writing room.

Tom turned to grab a book before following you out, closing the door on his way. “I’m going to tuck this in my bag in my room.”

“I’ll meet you down there.” When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you saw Scott and Chris practicing their aim with no beer in the cups. “Who against who?”

“Us against you two, obviously” Chris answered, Scott switching to stand on the same side of the table as Chris.

“Oh, it’s like that?” you laughed, opening two of the cans and filling your cups.

“You guys don’t stand a chance” Scott added. “Has Tom ever even played beer pong?”

“I have, actually” he answered, coming down the stairs.

“Then let’s see what you got!” Chris teased, acting like a total frat boy.

The four of you played quite a few rounds before your lack of sleep and buzz from the alcohol finally got the better of you.

“I’m calling it quits” you said, covering your mouth as you yawned.

“I should probably go to bed too since I’m setting an alarm for 6 am to go work out” Chris pouted, letting his head fall back.

“I’ll set mine as well” Tom added.

“You guys are so boring” Scott teased, starting to clean up the cups.

You grabbed the cups from yours and Tom’s side as well as all of the empty cans and started walking towards the kitchen to throw them away.

“I’ll grab those” Tom said, taking the cups from Scott and following you into the kitchen.

You dumped the cups and cans in the trash and turned to see Tom walking in with the rest of them. “Thanks.”

Tom dropped the cups into the trash and turned to you. “About earlier…”

“About that…” you smiled, half asleep and tipsy. You loosely wrapped your arms around Tom’s middle. “Want to explain yourself?”

Tom chuckled. “I think my actions were self-explanatory.” He placed one hand on your cheek, the other pushing your hair out of your face.

“I don’t know” you teased. “I think I need further explanation.”

“Explanation or demonstration?” Tom asked, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.

You pretended to be considering the two options for only a few seconds before his lips were against yours again.

“Y/n!” Scott called. You could hear him and Chris talking just around the corner.

You felt like two teenagers being caught by parents. You and Tom broke apart, both scrambling to be pretending to do something else. He ended up pulling the trash bag out of the bin and tying it up even though it could clearly hold more trash and you ended up unloading the dishwasher.

“What happened to going to bed?” Chris asked, confused as to why you two were doing chores.

“I’m going” you replied. “I just didn’t want your mom to have to do this in the morning.”

“Well then you should have asked for help” Chris replied, helping you finish unloading the dishes. Scott started wiping down the counters and refilled the paper towels. Tom tried to hide the smirk on his face as he took the trash to the outside bin, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

“Okay, that’s it. I’m going to bed for real this time” you said, putting the last glass away.

When you woke up the next morning you could hear someone in your shower. Part of you hoped that maybe Tom had come up to use yours since him and Chris would both want to shower after coming back from the gym.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Chris said, interrupting your short daydream about a very sweaty Tom walking into your room after working out.

“Oh, it’s just you” you teased him, turning over and snuggling back into your bed.

“Damn, someone woke up in a mood” Chris teased back, walking toward your bed with a towel wrapped around his bottom half. “You hoping it was someone else?”

“A girl can dream” you turned over to smirk at him.

“Are you two a thing?” He asked, dropping down to lay in your bed.

“I don’t know” you answered honestly.

“Do you like him?” Chris continued, laughing when you blushed.

“I mean, I haven’t exactly gotten to know everything about him, but I think he’s kind of great.” You replied.

“Well, for what it’s worth I approve” he said, rolling back out of your bed and heading downstairs to get dressed.

Part 3

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20,39,42 with Andy Barber?

Hey, lovely anon. First of all i hope you’re doing well and second of all, i thoroughly enjoyed writing this and i hope y’all have a lot of fun reading it. It’s been a hot minute since i last wrote for Andy.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Prompts Used:

20) “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are”

39) “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

42) “I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Warnings: Smut. Sexual intercourse, vaginal sex, spanking, daddy kink, love making (kinda), arguing, swearing, angst and a sprinkle of fluff for good measure. That’s right, used all 3. 18+ you know the drill.

Word Count: 6,796

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cassercole go check them out💕

Do You Feel What I Feel?

After a long and interesting weekend, you’re a lot less eager to get back behind your desk to work for Andy Barber than you usually are. One reason in particular being that you’ve been dating other people behind his back. See the thing with you and Andy is that you’ve known him for 2 whole years, worked for him for 1 year and been fucking him since the evening of your very first day. He got you the job to work with him after you got laid off.

You met him after he showed up for one of your seminars at college and he gave a presentation on what it’s like to be a lawyer and you just clicked. But it was strictly platonic...until you showed up on that first day dressed in a knee length skirt, a semi sheer polka dot blouse with stockings and heels. He was shocked to say the least. You looked entirely different and he’d never seen you this way before. It turned him on and he let you know it.

As you were packing your things away and bidding him goodbye for the day, he called you back into his office and instructed you to lock the door behind you before he began to inform you of the effect you had on him. Starting slowly by telling you how he was taken aback by your ability to think on your feet, use your initiative and then just like that, it all came out and he couldn’t control his hunger much longer.

He kissed you so hard that night that the breath was knocked from your lungs but you loved it, you yearned for more of that feeling and he fucked you so good that you made it a regular thing, without even realising it was becoming one until it was too late. You’d just show up at each others places without a warning and before you knew it, he was fucking you into the mattress and making you cum with a cry of his name.

Now back to the present... you like Andy, in fact if you’re being truthful with yourself, you’ve fallen so madly in love with him that you know it’s time to quit him. He’s like a drug, an addiction and you need to stop going back for more. Hence why you decided that enough was enough.

You met a guy online, his name is Ashley and he was more than keen to take you out so you happily obliged and sure you had a nice time but there’s just one issue lying in your way. Andy is unsuspecting of your little date and it’s been eating away at you since said date walked you back to your apartment. You know that you need to tell him but you fear that it’ll cost you your job, he did hire you to help you out after all.

Before you can wallow more in your choice to keep things from him, he calls you into his office and you haven’t even gotten any work done yet, you only sat down 5 minutes ago.

What could he possibly want so early on?

“Yes, Mr Barber?” you ask flirtatiously, making him glare up at you before gesturing for you to take a seat opposite him. Which you do.

“So today i’m gonna need you to file this paper work into the data base for me” he starts, lifting up a pile taller than the length of your forearm and now you’re annoyed for real this time. He knows full well that you’re still finishing off the stack from Friday and yet here he is presenting more work for you to do “get it done by the end of the day” he finishes, flashing you another stone cold glare as he looks back down at the paper on his desk, not even bothering to acknowledge your presence for a second longer.

Until you speak up “Andy, you know i’m still finishing off Frid....”

“That’s Mr Barber to you and you can leave now” his rude and snappy interruption makes you scoff as you shake your head at the tone in his voice, he’s not in any mood today to help you out or make exceptions. So you do as you’re told, hauling the heavy pile into your arms and lugging it back to your desk outside. Once it’s on your desk, you walk back to shut his door before he asks, making sure to slam it harder than needed to make it known that you’re angry with him.

He doesn’t seem to notice or care though.

Now to get started on all of this work that’ll probably mean you staying later tonight, just brilliant. Guess your second date with Ashley will have to be rescheduled.

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You finish off half of the pile by the time it gets to 1:30pm and you’re due a lunch break round about now so seeing as though Andy hasn’t left his office all day, you decide to pop out for some food with one of the other assistants, Stacey. Thank God you don’t have to face him since you have absolutely no clue what could have possibly rattled his cage this morning to make him snap at you like that. The two of you have always had this ongoing joke of you calling him Mr Barber and he usually allows you to call him by his first name until today when that alone was enough to anger him.

It’s obvious that you’ll have to put off telling him about your date until he’s in a better place to receive the news. You’re hoping that since he’s always been opposed to commitment that he’ll take it well but the halt in your fooling around might annoy him a little. It’s not your problem though, he always knew you were planning to eventually settle down.

Upon your return to your desk you find Andy sat in your chair, looking through your work “where the hell have you been?” he mutters as he avoids your eyes “you know what, don’t even bother making excuses, my office, NOW” you jump out of fear as he raises his voice slightly at you for the first time in the whole 2 years you’ve known him. Your anxious body shuffles into his office, scared of what’s about to happen.

“Was i not clear enough earlier Y/N? Hm? Because i specifically remember asking you to have this work done by the end of the day. You get off at half 4, it’s now half 2 and you’ve only done half. Do i pay you to galavant around town with Stacey or do i pay you to do your goddam job?”

In the 2 years that you’ve known Andy, he’s also never made you cry, yet here you are trying your absolute hardest not to let these tears fall in front of him.

“You pay me to do my job and i’ve tried my best to get it done. I-I’m sorry” you stand there awkwardly, picking at the torn skin around your fingernails as you stare hopelessly at your stilettos. “Well your best isn’t fucking good enough Y/N, try harder. You can stay here until all of the paperwork is done and that includes Friday’s load too now close the door on your way out”

Is he actually serious? He can’t be, surely. What is wrong with him?

“No” you stand tall, hands on your hips as you talk back and if he was angry before then now he’s livid with you “What do you mean no?” he questions, stepping towards you, hands in his pockets as he awaits your answer.

“I said, no. Just because you’re in a bad mood for whatever reason does NOT mean that you get to stand here and humiliate me. I said no and that’s final. I’ll do my best to get today’s work done before i leave but Friday’s work can wait and i don’t care what nasty comment you have in store to throw back at me”

His face screws up as he clenches his jaw again, you should feel really scared right about now, that comment might have just cost you this job but you don’t care. If that’s the case then you’ll walk out of here proud of yourself along with one less so called friend in your life.

“Bad mood? I’m furious and you don’t even know the half of it” he picks his phone up, tapping a couple times before handing it to you and walking back to his desk to sit down. You watch the clip in his camera roll, squinting as you try to make out the faces in it and then you realise that it’s you and Ashley. Fuck. He was there that night at your apartment, he was obviously coming to see you and you didn’t even know it. He must have seen you with another man and changed his mind. You feel awful as you look back at him, he just sighs once you place the phone onto his desk.

“Andy, i-i”

“Save it. If you wanted to cut our little deal off then you shoulda just said. I don’t appreciate being lied to Y/N and i don’t fancy talking about it with you for a minute longer so just do as your fucking told and get back to work”

All you can do is turn around and walk away since you’ve done enough damage already. But all you can think about is the look on his face after you watched the incriminating clip. He looked sad, broken even and it’s replaying in your brain over and over. Torturing you.

This is why he’s been so nasty today, so demanding and harsh. He’s hurt that you lied to him, hurt that you were with someone else, even if it was just dinner. You still arranged a date with another man and went and what Andy has never wanted to admit before, not even to himself is that he really likes you. In fact no, he’s fallen madly in love with you.

Every waking moment of his life is spent with you on his mind. You even corrupt his dream world too and it’s gotten out of control. Saturday he decided it was time to cut your little deal off and start over. He was going to do it right, confess his feelings, ask you on a date and then take you out and treat you like a princess.

Ever since he laid his blue eyes on you that first time when he was doing the presentation in your class at college, he liked you. You asked so many questions, engaged a lot in the debates and he knew then that you were going to play an important role in his life. And you have. You became close friends, going out regularly and doing things like bowling and eating dinner together more than a handful of times. He enjoyed your company and you enjoyed his but there was this unspoken rule that you had to remain just friends. He wasn’t ready for anything serious and you were still not over your ex.

But then when you walked through his office door on your first day dressed in that skirt, those heels and stockings and lets not forget about that blouse. He was trying his hardest not to drool. One things for sure though, he was painfully hard for you.

When he came to your apartment Saturday and saw you outside your door with some preppy douchebag who was around your age, he felt this lump in his throat form as his heart ached. Sure he expected you to get a man eventually after all you are 24 and he’s in his 30’s. But he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. He also didn’t expect you to have such an effect on him the way you have but here he is, angry at you for moving on without telling him and angry that you aren’t his anymore.

He feels bad for shouting at you today, for being so harsh with his words. He could see the tears pooling in your eyes right away but he was too pissed off to stop and now he’s almost certain that any friendship the two of you had is gone for good thanks to his vile actions.

Another 2 hours tick by and you’re still working at your pile, you’ve still got a lot left being that he’s included Friday’s in your load too. It’s going to be a long night so you pick your phone up and call Ashley.

“Ashley hey, it’s uh, it’s Y/N. Listen, i have to work late today so i won’t be able to make it” you announce and as he responds, Andy opens his door but you don’t notice.

“Rain check? Uh...” you trail off, trying your hardest to decide if you even want to see him again. It’s like you’re torn. On one hand you have Andy, your dream man. A man who knows your body like the back of his hands and a man who can more than likely take care of you if you just took a leap and told him about your feelings but then on the other hand you have Ashley. A guy who is your age and who makes you laugh a hell of a lot. Before you can even decide though, you hear a cough behind you. It’s Andy.

“Ashley can i call you back? It’s just now’s not really a good time, i have a lot of work to get done”

You hang up the phone as your eyes are locked onto Andy’s and the moment your phone is placed back onto your desk he wraps his large hand around your wrist, lifting you up off your chair and tugging you into his office. You watch as he locks the door behind him before going back to sitting behind his desk.

“You gonna see him again?” he asks, jaw clenched.

“I-I uh, i don’t know. I’m a little torn right now” your eyes settle on his plump pink lips, wanting nothing more than to bite down on his bottom one as you sink down onto his cock but you’re dirty thoughts come to a staggering halt as he speaks. “Torn with what? You like him right?” why is he asking you these things? Is he trying to torture himself with the details.

“Yes i mean no i mean I don’t know. I like him but i don’t think i can date him”

“How come?”

“Because i like someone else, in fact i love someone else”

Andy feels his heart sink further as more cracks appear threatening to shatter it completely. You love someone else and now he’s truly out of the game.

Rage works it’s way back into his body and he can’t help but take it out on you “did you sleep with him? Huh? Did the douche bag get to fuck that tight cunt of yours?”

At first you find him funny, laughing as you look around the room, anywhere but his eyes but then your own rage sets in.

“Not that it’s any of your business but no, he didn’t. We had dinner and that’s it” you state, matter of factly as you place your hands back onto your hips..

“Bullshit”

“Is that what you really think of me Andy? You think i’d just give it up to any guy that even looked my way. Wow, i knew you were a lot of things but vicious was definitely not one of them and what’s that i smell? Is it jealousy? Surely not.” you tut, shaking your head “I don’t think i even know you at all by the looks of things if you thought lying to me was better than being honest and trust me, i’m not jealous in the slightest, in fact i pity you. It’s your sex life that will suffer” he doesn’t falter for even a second as he stares you down and just as he anticipated, you’re the first one to break, looking away from him. You can’t help the way your heart starts to race from all of the fury filling up your body. How dare he.

“I was only keeping it from you until i found the right time to tell you. And don’t you dare think for one second that just because we’ve slept together that you have any right to comment on my sex life. You made it perfectly clear that monogamy wasn’t your thing so don’t be mad when i finally want to move on from being someone’s fuck buddy” you spit, heat rising to your cheeks as you realise what you just said. Fuck.

“I’ll comment on whatever i fucking want to so quit the bitching and yeah, i don’t do commitment but i sure as hell wouldn’t be with you even if i did”

You don’t respond to him this time, there’s no quick comeback to fire his way, no insult that could mean you having the upper hand again. Nothing is left but shock and disappointment. He really said that, he really played on your biggest insecurity. He played on it and used it to his advantage, to get the upper hand and win the argument.

“What? Got nothing to say?” he snorts, smug grin on his face. Watch his smile disappear now...

“I love you, Andy” you finally get the words out and you feel as if you’re going to choke on them and die right here in his office. Cause of death, unrequited love.

“W-what?” he’s practically speechless, his words barely audible.

“I’m so madly in love with you and i have been for a while now. But i continued to shut my feelings out and reject other guys because i came to the realisation that having you in any way that i could would be enough for me even if it meant that i couldn’t have you in the way that i’ve always wanted. But none of this matters now, right? Because you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel and where you stand. You wouldn’t date me even you did date and that’s fine but at least now both our cards are on the table”

He looks up at you, using his index finger to force you to look back at him and when you do, he looks so deep into your eyes almost as if he’s attempting to see into your soul. Like he’s trying to search for any signs of dishonesty.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of going out with other guys you shoulda told me and been honest about it?” is all he can say and that’s the last response you expected but what catches you off guard the most is how he said it, almost like he was hurt and relieved simultaneously.

“Andy, you’re my boss and you made it clear that you didn’t want a relationship” he has absolutely no right to lecture you about honesty when he’s spent the entire time he’s known you blabbering on about how the single life is better for him and how he’d hate to be tied down again. You roll your eyes as you move away from him when he attempts to move closer.

Silence falls upon the two of you and it seems never ending, leaving you no choice but to leave. The moment you turn around to walk away he’s on his feet too “where are you going?” the tone his voice makes it sound as though he’s pleading for you to stay without actually saying the words.

“I’m going back to my desk to do my fucking job, just like you told me to do earlier” you turn back around but just as you expected, he stops you “look. I’m sorry, okay. I was just mad that you”

“Mad about what? That i went out on a date? I’m a single woman Andy and despite our little deal, i don’t belong to you so you have no right to be mad at me for doing what any other single person does”

He bites down on his bottom lip as he runs his fingers through his perfectly styled locks, messing them up instantly “God, you’re so fucking infuriating”

“I’m infuriating? You really are clueless to your own behaviour aren’t you? I just told you that i love you and you still haven’t told me if you feel the same. So i think that says it all, don’t you?” you stop yourself before continuing your rant, trying your hardest to prevent something worse slipping out. Right now in your state, you’re bound to say things that you don’t mean and will later regret. “you know what, i think i’m gonna take the work load home and complete it there. I’ll see you tomorrow, if i still have a job that is” you raise your brows at him, praying he doesn’t fire you for your attitude alone. But to your surprise he doesn’t.

“You really think that low of me? That i’d ever fire you because of what’s going on between us outside of this office? Wow” he leans back on his desk and his shoulders drop as he slumps over, looking down at his large calloused hands.

“It’s what i assumed would happen. You’re really gonna pretend like you don’t want me gone after today?”

“I don’t, believe it or not. But i have no time to deal with this discussion any longer, i have to leave early today” he says as he goes back to sitting behind his desk again and turning his computer back on “i don’t expect you to stay any longer, you can take that work home and finish it after your date” he mutters the last few words, pulling a face as if they make him sick.

“Really? We’re back to that again. God i’ve had it with you” you spit, biting down on the inside of your cheek before strutting over to the door but his hand stops you before you even get yours on the lock.

“Let me go Andy. I don’t even want to look at you, let alone be stuck in a room with you” harsh, but in this moment it’s true. He’s done nothing but upset you all day long and even after your stupid decision to confess your love for him, he’s still doing it. You feel so defeated right now that you can’t take another second of his shit.

“Just one more thing and then you’re free to go and fuck whoever you want, whenever you want. How many guys have you been on dates with since we started hooking up?” the desperation is evident in his eyes as they pierce into yours, searching again but this time for the answers before you can even open your mouth to give them to him “one. It was only one date on Saturday night with Ashley” and that’s the truth. You would never repeatedly date behind his back, this was a one off. A one off you’re regretting more as the seconds tick by.

An awkward silence falls upon the two of you once more as he walks back over to his desk, pacing next to it and creating a draft. “Are you planning to see him again?” and he’s back with more questions. Why does he care so much?

He clearly doesn’t love you too otherwise he’d have said it once you confessed your feelings for him. Instead he left you looking like the biggest joke ever, the clown. And you feel so mortified for even believing he’d say it back.

Silly little Y/N, always catching feelings for men who don’t feel the same way back. You’re starting to feel as though you’ll never find someone.

But still his behaviour has you second guessing him. Maybe he does like you and that’s why he’s acting so hurt.

“Maybe i will, after all i am single. That shouldn’t be a problem, should it Andy?” you know full well that you’re pushing down hard on his buttons and you can see his cheeks turn red as his knuckles turn white from his tight grip on the side of the table.

“What you don’t like that? You don’t like the thought of me on top of Ashley, sinking down onto his cock as he touches my body and kis -”

Out of nowhere he interrupts you, slamming his fist down onto his desk “dammit, Y/N, what is it with you? Trying to make me jealous? Because i’ve had just about enough of you running your mouth” he pulls one of the chairs out, falling into it and spreading his legs “In fact. I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use? Huh? Maybe then you’ll shut up about that fucking douche bag” he is jealous, it’s so obvious to you now. He’s jealous of Ashley, jealous of the possibility of him spending time with you and he hates the thought of someone stealing you away from his tight grasp.

You can’t quite believe your ears or your eyes as he spreads his legs further, grazing his hand over the tent in his dress trousers and you can’t help the gulp that follows.

“Andy”

“Shhh, enough talking. I don’t have it in me anymore to argue with you, just come here” he insists but you stand your ground “no. i can’t keep going round and round in circles with you with absolutely no end in sight and with no hope for you to reciprocate how i feel. I’m sorry but i’m leaving”

Yet again, as expected, he clears his throat “fine. I guess i’ll just get off all by myself”

Like they always do around Andy, your legs turn to jelly and your eyes glaze over along with your better judgement being clouded by x rated thoughts of him railing you. The idea of him touching himself, working his hand expertly around his girthy cock causes arousal to flood your panties. How dare your body betray you like this. How dare your mind do the same. It’s not fair that every time you think you have the upper hand and the dominance, he comes along, snatching it away from you and proving you wrong.

You have absolutely no idea why you’re about to do what you’re about to do other than the fact that your body gravitates toward him like a magnet and it’s out of your control.

So without a second longer to fester or overthink, you spin around on your heels, charging towards him. Andy watches in awe as you drop to your knees and make quick work of his belt. Once you free his cock from the confines of his black Calvin Kleins and into your small hand you spot the droplets of precum oozing out of the slit on his red bulbous head. You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them as you give the tip a couple of kitten licks before spitting all over his shaft and pumping him agonisingly slow.

“Fuck” he groans, rolling his eyes back as he grips the arm rests on the chair when you take him into your mouth “attagirl, sucking daddy’s cock like a fucking pro” his hands grip your face as he continues to watch you go to work, making a mess of yourself as you gag around him,

You don’t bother to issue a warning before taking all of him in your mouth, all the way down to his balls over and over. Making sure to hollow out your cheeks as you bob your head up and down, your tongue licking the underside of him as your hands grasp his balls. He starts bucking his hips up, attempting to fuck your mouth but you push him back down as a whole batch of unholy sounds that only you can elicit from him fall from his perfect lips, the sounds that are so loud and downright filthy that he has no option but to cover his mouth with his hand, biting down one of his thick digits to keep from exposing himself to his unsuspecting colleagues outside.

He soon pulls you off and you do so with a pop. He forces you to look up at him, his hand grabbing your cheeks and squeezing aggressively “no matter what undeserving boys you go out on a date with, no matter who flirts with you. You’re mine, always have been and always will be” he moves you to straddle his lap before he stands up to move the two of you to the couch.

“So no more dates princess, no more other guys. Because i’m the only one who gets to have you. Is that clear?” he cocks his brow up at you and you nod in response before mumbling a quick “yes” to satisfy his need for confirmation and assurance.

He lifts your knee length dress up to your stomach before he gets to touching you, squeezing at your ass cheeks a little too hard for your liking but you secretly love the way he gets so rough with your body, the way he smacks both ass cheeks repeatedly until you wince from how sore he’s made you.

“God, these clothes drive me crazy. Ever since that first day i met you, i’ve wanted you and when you started working here, i was so desperate to fuck you as you wore these stockings and these heels. You’re so fucking hot, princess and you have no idea how crazy you drive me when you bend over, shoving this ass in my face”

He starts to kiss your neck, sloppy open mouthed kisses on the spot that has your back arching as you grip onto the back of his neck to steady yourself. He’s working you up all the more, turning the pool in your panties into a river. You’re dripping wet for him, desperate for him to just fuck your greedy pussy, desperate to clench down around his cock as he pounds into you.

“You’ve done it before Andy. Many times in fact”

His kisses halt as he smirks at you, that devilish look in his eyes. It always drives you wild “do it again, please, i need it” you beg pathetically and much to your surprise, he does exactly that. He takes your panties, tugging them to the side and playing with your soaked core a little as well as touching your bundle of nerves. You whine into the crook of his neck as you urge him to hurry before he eventually pulls his pants further down his legs to position himself at your entrance better. You don’t even have time to breathe before he’s knocking the air from your lungs as he fucks himself to the hilt inside of you.

The way his pace continues to pick up until it’s rendering on animalistic is causing you to let out the loudest and sexiest sounds, it’s like music to his ears but he can’t have anyone hearing this. He flips the two of you over so that you’re below him, your legs pushed back to your head and you hold them in place. His hand covers your mouth as he slides himself back in, not making any effort to start slow “you’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are” he continues with rough snaps of his hips as he fucks into you with reckless abandon and causing the sweet music you make to vibrate onto his hand.

“Yeah, like this? Like the way i fuck this pretty little cunt?”

Thrust

“Bet his cock couldn’t even touch what mine does to you, the way you cry out for more and scream my name every time. The way i can make you cum with just my words and my fingers. God, such a dirty little girl for me, ain’t that right, princess?”

Satisfied hums follow his questions along with a frantic nod as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, like a knot twisting and pulling, you’re so unbelievably close that you can almost taste the impending orgasm. “Don’t make a fucking sound when i move my hand, okay?” again you nod in response and he moves his hand, smiling down at you with adoration in his eyes before moving his hand to your aching sex. His fingers pressing down onto your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles on it and as soon as your walls flutter around him, he knows your close.

“Gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a mess all over my cock? My filthy girl, go on baby, cream all over me”

Just like that, along with his permission you let everything go, allowing yourself to really feel the pleasure. Your walls flutter around him again and again and each time he pulls out of you he spots your juices as they cover his cock beautifully. The sight alone has his hips snapping harder, the sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off of the walls in his office and you accidentally let out a lewd moan that he swallows with his kiss as you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer “cum for me daddy” your encouragement sends his entire world spinning as his thrusts stagger.

His cock jolts inside of you, twitching like crazy before his cream fills you up deliciously, painting your walls in thick ropes. You arch your back as your arms wrap around his neck. You need to feel his lips on yours.

He kisses you so hard that your teeth clash, making the two of you chuckle into each others mouths before attempting again. This time his tongue forces it’s way past your lips, battling with yours as he rides the two of you through your dramatic and intense highs.

Once his hips still and he pulls out, he flops down next to you. The two of you are nothing but a panting mess. Chests rising and falling along with your erratic heart beats.

“I love you too” he confesses, making you gasp as you turn your head to look at his spent body, the way his eyes meet yours and tears pool in them has your eyes doing the same.

“Andy”

“I’m not finished. I’ve felt this connection with you since the day i first met you, it caught me completely off guard. When we made the deal for it to be just friends, i was upset. I wanted a lot more but i know i wasn’t ready just yet. But the way you’d draw out laughter from me that no one else has ever been able to and the way you’d boss me around only made my feelings grow. Then we fucked and it was like confirmation to me that i was well and truly screwed. But i kept coming back for more because it was like an addiction, i had to have you in any way that was possible and if sex was the only way then i’d have stayed single forever just to keep you close. I’d have done anything to be able to hold your body and kiss your neck and make you feel good. If doing that as just your fuck buddy was the only way then so be it. But i got to a point where just fucking you wasn’t enough. I wanted something real with you. So on Saturday-” before he can even finish you sigh, sitting up.

“You came to tell me how you felt? Andy, why didn’t you just say that earlier?” you don’t know how to feel right now. You’re so consumed by emotions that your head is spinning. One one hand you’re angry, annoyed and upset that he kept this from you and didn’t just tell you he felt the same when you confessed how you felt. But then on the other hand you’re relieved and happy that he does feel the same. This was never some unrequited love, it’s always been reciprocated and real.

All the lingering stares you’d catch, all of the compliments thrown your way and the insults hurled at random guys who’d ogle you whenever you were out in public with him or whenever another guy at work would take an interest.

“I saw you with that guy Y/N and i broke down. Then today, i expected you to come in and talk to me about it but instead you sat down at your desk, acted normal and didn’t say a word. I was hurt that you’d keep this from me. I know we both felt these things and i know both of us were unaware of the feelings being reciprocated but you still didn’t tell me you’d even thought about seeing other people and i guess i just expected more from you, more honesty”

He’s right. You don’t have it in you to argue because he’s right. He might have had his reasons for hiding his true feelings but you hid your date from him and that’s a lot worse. How was he supposed to just come out with it when all he could think of was you with Ashley.

“You’re right. I was wrong, i didn’t even think about the effect it would have and i was selfish. To tell you the truth i only went out with that guy because i was trying to move on from you, i didn’t want to keep feeling this strongly with no possibility of you feeling the same so i did the first thing i knew to do, date some other guy”

Andy can’t say he isn’t relieved to hear you admit that preppy college boy means nothing to you but it’s bitter sweet, you saying that you thought your feelings were one sided so you wanted to move on to avoid getting hurt further makes him hurt too. You’ve always meant more to him than just some friendship or some steamy sex. You’re the first woman he’s even looked twice at since Laurie and that means a whole lot more than you’ll ever know or understand.

“So what now?” you ask, puppy dog eyes showing as you await his response.

“I know it’s a bit backwards but how about a date tomorrow?”

God, he really is so handsome, so sweet. His deep and raspy chuckles make you giggle along with him as you straddle him once again, crashing your lips to his, his beard scratching at your face just the way you like.

He pulls away for a second “is that a yes?” once more you shake your head, tutting at him “a thousand times yes, Mr Barber. Yes i’ll go out with you” he wraps his arms around you as he pulls you flush against his suit clad torso, kissing you eagerly and smiling into it. He finally got the girl.

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JAEBEOM, THE GUY FROM THE BAR

Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

Genre: Series | Eventual Smut | Angst | Fluff

Warnings: break up, cheating, strangers to lovers, mentions of drinking

Words: 3.8k

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Your head felt dizzy and you wouldn’t lie if you’d say that everything caved in and pulled out from under you.

The first sip you took was when your foot exited the store, unscrewing the lid of the wine you bought, immediately. It burned your throat, but the whole in your chest burned ten times stronger and you chose to deal with your inner pain first. Your feet walked you through the streets of Seoul, trying to focus your brain on something other than the void inside of you but failed miserably. The first bottle didn’t do its job yet and when you pressed it against your lips for another sip you noticed how it was already empty. The nearest bin became it’s grave and the nearest store became your saviour, allowing you to buy another drink. This time your eyes fell onto the beer, and you bought three bottles, opening them in the park nearby, you sat down on the grass, fishing out the cake you had baked a day before from the bag on your shoulder. Not bothering with the way you’d it eat you just bit into it, getting cake all over your face. You chuckled to yourself, wiping sweet goodness from your skin.

You turned on music in your headphones, playing every upbeat song there was, nodding your head and moving your foot to the beat, right until you felt warm trails of tears on your cheeks. You laid your head on the grass, hiding your face in your palms, not holding back anymore from crying.

You weren’t able to believe it, you couldn’t believe he did this to you. You never thought he’d cheat, you never thought you’d find out about it in such a bad way. You never expected this from Jeno, but then again, who ever expects their partner to cheat?

Your mind went again over everything you’ve been through in the past 8 months, your mind went through your friendship of 3 years, 3 years of you being head over heels for Jeno until one day you became more.

Suddenly you remembered how Jaebeom told you to break up with him making you hate everything about the situation even more. If you listened, you would’ve not went through what you just went through, but why would you listen to a stranger anyway? You hated the fact he was right, but one single memory of him made you want to see him.

You fished out your phone to search on the internet open hours of the bar. The website said 5 PM, making you shift your eyes up to the clock of your phone. It was already three, and since your plans for the day and maybe even life were ruined, you had no better things to do than just come there and wait for him. Wait for Jaebeom for no reason. Just because he was the only person that didn’t know Jeno, just because he was the only person you wanted to see.

The route in your phone promised you that you’d be there right before opening if you’ll walk, so without hesitation you sat up, collecting yourself and walking in the direction of the bar.

You tried to do everything for emptiness in your hands to bother you more, than the new feeling of having your heart ripped from your chest, and halfway to the bar you went to one more alcohol store, getting this time a proper drink - rum. You didn’t know where this rum addiction suddenly came from, but now you guessed it should be your signature drink when it came to meeting Jaebeom.

The familiar by now burn of the drink gave your brain one more reason to think about Jaebeom. You have almost forgot that you spilled your drink over him, almost forgot the way he said your name. Memories of him almost made a small shard of your heart go back in place, almost, because the image of Jeno with HER, made all of your insides clench in pain.

Jeno. Jeno. Jeno. Jeno. Your brain went in overdrive, repeating his name like a mantra. Your fingers ached to dial his number but your brain knew you had nothing to tell him. Your love have died just like that, it didn’t go somewhere overnight, you didn’t wake up and understand that you didn’t love him anymore. He killed it with his actions, Jeno killed everything there was with his actions, and now you were killing memories of him in your head, finding the neck of the bottle with your lips.

From the side you must’ve looked like a psychopath, crying, laughing, talking to your own self, walking in a quicker and slower pace. Doing everything that came to your mind. Now you were free in every meaning possible, why’d you bother about anything?

You got there quicker than your phone have promised, seeing the door of the bar being closed. Not finding a better option than just sitting on the bench not far from the entrance, you placed the bottle next to you, only realising how tired you got from walking when your butt rested against wooden material of your seat. You looked around, noticing how the area of the bar was actually pretty quiet. Your eyes ran over the streets that were surrounding the building, wondering in your mind if one of those roads led to Jaebeom’s house.

Alcohol from the rum hit you like a rock, crawling from behind your brain with tiredness. You closed your eyes for a slight second, only to feel someone touch your shoulder the next moment.

“Are you alive?” a man asked you carefully. Your eyes blew open in fear, noticing how it was much darker outside. Your eyes focused on the man in front of you.

“Jaebeom.” you said quietly, sighing.

“Celebrating your boyfriends birthday to the max?” he joked, grabbing the bottle from next to you. You tried to smile back, biting your upper lip and lifting your eyes up to the sky to prevent from crying.

“No, I’m alone here.” your voice trembled and it was the last bit before you broke down. Hot tears streamed down your face, making you feel embarrassed. You barely could see Jaebeom’s face but he went quiet and you guessed he didn’t want to deal with that, expected.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, calm down.” his hands touched your cheeks and your insides turned upside down. “We’ll work everything out, you can tell me.” His thumbs drew soothing little circles under your eyes making you want to put it all in you to stop crying. You blinked multiple times finally being able to see his face properly for the first time this evening, seeing him squatting in front of you. He probably noticed you focus your vision on him, gifting you a kind smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” you cleared your throat in a couple of seconds, finally replying. You thought he’ll let go of your face by now, but he kept his fingers glued to your cheeks, keeping his eyes glued to yours. You felt your breathing get heavier, but you attributed it to your recent crying.

“How come you’re so beautiful even when you’re crying?” he chuckled more to himself, beating air from your lungs completely.

Your hands slowly found Jaebeom’s on your cheeks, covering his hands with yours. You wanted to make him let go of you, but when you got the taste of what his hands felt like with your own, you changed your mind immediately.

People passed by, drunk and sober, some were just going in and some were already leaving. You didn’t know how long your nap took, you didn’t know how come you got so lucky to be woken up by Jaebeom and not some weird creep.

You stared at each other, both of you being scared to break the moment.

“Ya, Jaebeom, where did you get lost?” the voice of a guy made you jump in Jaebeom’s hands, turning your head in unison with Jaebeom to face the guy.

“Get lost, I’ll come later.” one of his hands left you, showing the guy to leave.

You let go of Jaebeom’s hand when he turned back to you, and he let go of your cheek too, sitting on the bench right next to you.

“Why did you sleep on the bench?” he asked not looking at you.

“Buy me a drink.”

“What?”

“You wanted to buy me a drink twice, now I agree.” you looked at him.

“I won’t.” he turned to face you.

“Why is that?”

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

“Is that all you had? Half of the rum?”

“No…” You said shamefully.

“What else?”

“Wine, beer and then this.” you listed quickly expecting any reaction from him, but he just watched you.

“Let’s go.” he quickly stood up after some time of silence.

“Where to?”

“Cafe next block. You need food and coffee, and when you’ll tell me everything I’ll see if you’re allowed to drink any more. Come on.” he signalled for you to go with his head and you stood up too, grabbing the bottle to take with you. “Give me that.”

“Why?”

“I’ll carry it for you. Don’t worry, I won’t throw it away, I see that you have a special relationship with rum. I won’t fight it.” he shot you a smile, pulling the bottle from your hands.

***

“Eat up.” Jaebeom moved the plate closer to you when the waitress that eyed him wildly finally left your sight.

“Thank you.” you sighed, picking the fork and a knife, cutting up the pancakes in the plate. Jaebeom took the coffee pot, pouring hot beverage into your cup and placing the pot back on the table. “Hey, have coffee too.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“You eat, you need to sober up.”

“I never offered the food, don’t even dream of that.” you played with your eyebrows and Jaebeom chuckled at you, smiling at you sweetly for a few more seconds after you lowered your eyes to the plate.

You cut through the pancakes, sticking a few pieces on the fork. Lifting your eyes up you noticed that he poured coffee for himself too. You waited patiently for him to lift his eyes up at you.

“Open your mouth.” you commanded the next second he looked at you. A smirk lit up his face and a sudden regret rushed over your body. Maybe that was a bit overboard, maybe that’s the rum inside of you speaking. Whatever it was, it was way too late now to back off. Jaebeom nibbled on his lower lip with a smile, opening his mouth slightly and extending his neck towards you. Your hand moved up and froze in the air when your eyes focused on his mouth. Redness flashed over your face at the thoughts that ran in your head. How soft would his mouth feel on yours?

His hand quickly grabbed yours, moving it towards his face, forcing the fork into his mouth and biting the pancakes off it. He let go of your hand, letting it fall back onto the table.

“So tell me, what happened?” he asked you after he finished chewing. His elbows laid on the table, making you feel as if you were under interrogation.

“Don’t be a party pooper, I just began feeling better.” you whined, making Jaebeom laugh again. What’s up with him laughing at everything you say? We’re you that funny…? You never noticed before.

“I didn’t know you considered this a party.” he sighed. “I’m sorry.”

You nodded quickly, forcing your attention into the plate, knowing if you’d keep your eyes on him a second longer you’d cry.

You stared into the plate through the whole time you ate, finishing the coffee in your cup, feeling how he stared at you quietly while you were consuming everything that was on the table.

“Jeno, my boyfriend, the guy you told me to dump, I guess he dumped me.” you leaned more into the seat, seeing Jaebeom’s face for the first time in a while. He kept quiet, allowing you to continue but you didn’t do it.

“On his birthday?”

“Yeah.”

“Right after you came with miyeok guk?”

“Yeah… well, I think technically before that.” you chuckled hysterically. “I came to his place, punched in the code and got to his bedroom only to find a topless girl on top of him. They were…” you coughed awkwardly.

“Fucking?” he asked carelessly.

“Yeah… that. So… I guess he only called me last night to find out if I’ll come early when she was already there, to see if he should make her leave or what. I shouldn’t have lied, if I didn’t I would’ve lived my happy clueless life. Want to know the funny part?”

“There is one?” Jaebeom seemed surprised.

“You were right about the girl, you probably did see her somewhere because she was the one with him. I doubt she is the friends sister now.” you sighed and moved in your seat worriedly. You felt better but at the same you felt wrong sharing this with him. “The ridiculous part is that you really did read through my entire life in a second. That’s really annoying.” you looked him in the eyes, chuckling. “And concerning as well, should I be listening to you from now on in everything I do?” you tried to joke with him once again and he gifted you another smile.

“I won’t protest, but I won’t force you either.” he looked you deep in the eyes. He did that way too often as if he tried to speak to you through staring.

“Would you like anything else?” waitress broke off the silence, ruining one of your moments.

“No, thanks.” Jaebeom gave the girl the same smile he always gave you, and a weird pinch of jealousy hit your chest. “Give us the bill, please.” his voice was soft and the girl smiled even brighter than before.

“Just a moment.” she bowed and left.

“So you’re friendly like that to everyone.” you noted to yourself but did it aloud for some reason.

“I’m friendly to everyone but for you I’m all that and even more.” he leaned in and extended his hand to you, laying it with his palm up for you to lay yours on top.

“Why?” he stretched his fingers signalling to you that he’s waiting.

“There should be a reason?”

“There’s a reason for everything.” you replied, fighting an inner battle if its appropriate now to touch his hand.

“Okay, then my reason is that I’m naturally attracted to you. Didn’t I tell you already multiple times that I liked you?” he sounded so casual as if he spoke about weather. Your hands felt cold due to fear you were experiencing. Was he meaning he liked you as a person? As a company? Or did he mean something else…? Something more? The idea of asking him to clarify these questions gave you a whiplash. His whole presence gave you constant whiplash with everything he said, did and even with the way he looked at you. You knew for sure you weren’t about to forget Jeno in a second and you were afraid to tell that to Jaebeom in case he didn’t mean it in that way at all. Jeno broke your heart and you knew that you needed more time to over-live it than 8 hours. At the same time you were afraid Jaebeom would laugh at your silly assumption of him wanting you by his side in a different way.

Giving him your hand to hold wouldn’t hurt anything though, right? You thought to yourself it wouldn’t and laid your palm on top of his.

“I thought you said I’m okay and we could be friends, now you doubted to lay your hand on top of mine for 10 minutes, I’m offended.” His fingers wrapped around your hand moving it closer to his side of the table. His other hand laid on top of yours and you shivered unconsciously hoping he didn’t notice. “ you’re funny, cute and smart, that’s his loss, you shouldn’t be crying about someone who didn’t only disrespect you, he just showed what type of person he is. He’s a trash bag if he cheated, don’t waste your nerves on that. It’s better you found out more or less quickly. If you need someone to rely on I can be by your side. You can call me anytime.” Jaebeom lifted your hands off the table, finding your eyes with his, biting his lower lip. Lifting your hands higher, he lowered his head, planting a small kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at his gesture. “Give me your phone, by the way.”

“Oh?” you asked surprised but didn’t want to protest or question him any further, moving your hand from his and getting your phone out on the table. You unblocked it getting startled by the photo on the home screen. The photo of you being on Jeno’s back, kissing his cheek sweetly, while he bended and smiled into the camera happily. You wanted to change it quickly for Jaebeom to not see but your hands just froze. The void in your chest suddenly enlarged to the previous size.

Jaebeom grabbed the phone from your hands before you could even realise it and began doing something you couldn’t see. It took him longer than you expected and you bit your tongue to not ask questions.

You watched him focusing his vision onto the screen of your phone, probably typing his phone number into your contacts while you were just appreciating his handsome features.

“Would you like to pay by card or cash?” the waitress appeared scaring you once again.

“Card.” you said in unison. Jaebeom gave you a look, laying your phone by his side.

“I ate, I’ll pay.” you expanded your hand to grab the phone and pay with it but he caught your hand with his, making you blush because you could definitely feel the waitresses eyes on your hands.

“No.” he nodded strictly and the piercing gaze that he gave you killed your will to fight with him over that.

“Thanks for food… and for words you said…” you told him when the both of you exited the cafe. “You really are a good friend I guess.” you lifted your eyes to see his face.

“You want to go home?” he sounded disappointed. “Sounds like you’re saying goodbye.”

“No, I’m just saying thank you.” you smiled. “Or were you hoping to not spend any more money on me? Didn’t you promise me a drink?” you whined jokingly.

“I thought you’re trying to run away from me.”

“No.” You shook your head.

“Good, i wouldn’t let you anyway.” he stepped closer invading your private space. “I’ll buy you as many drinks as you’d want me to…” he raised his arm and you stopped breathing to see what he’ll do next and he moved his palm closer to your cheek, making it burn with the electricity that was forming in the space between you two, but dropped his hand back down the next second. “Just stay by my side… for tonight, at least.” his hand found your wrist, pulling you to go after him towards the entrance of the bar. 15 minutes later the both of you were sitting at the bar, waiting for the bartender to notice you called him.

“Rum and coke?” Jaebeom asked with a laugh.

“I’ll have what you’ll have.”

“Okay.” he nodded seriously, lifting his arm again. “Two shots of vodka.” he gestured number two with his fingers.

“Just a second.” your eyes ran from Jaebeom to bartender quickly, trying to see if he was about to tell you it was a joke, but he didn’t. Even when the shot glasses hit the bar he watched bartenders moves quietly, only looking up at you when the order was done.

“I didn’t know that’s what you meant when you said you want to buy me a drink.” you laughed awkwardly.

“That’s just because you said you want what I want.” he pushed the glass towards you more.

Your eyes ran between Jaebeom and vodka.

“Okay, on the count of 3.” you grabbed the glass.

“No, no, both of these are for you.”

“What?”

“Drink.” he gestured.

“Jaebeom.” you sighed disapprovingly.

“You’ll feel better when you’ll stop thinking about everything.”

“I’ll pass out, if it seemed to you that I’m a great drinker, you’re wrong. I’m not drinking often and I’m not really taking it well.”

“You can chill out, I won’t let anything happen to you even if you’ll pass out.” his hand reached your cheek, caressing it a few times.

“Give me a single reason why I should trust my life to a stranger?” you asked curiously.

“To see that I’m not just a stranger to you anymore.” his hand stopped moving and his eyes glued to you in anticipation. Your hand slowly found the glass without looking away from Jaebeom, raising it to your lips, you exhaled, quickly downing the shot. Now that you were completely sober the drink burned like hell and there was nothing to wash down vodka, so you just grabbed the other glass too, downing it in a span of a second. You felt Jaebeom’s hand move from your cheek to your neck, while you were wrinkling your face in disgust, suddenly pulling you by it from where you sat into his embrace. You fell, resting your body against his as if you were a small child, feeling his hand let go of your neck and rest against your back. Your face hid in the crook of his neck and you couldn’t not point out to yourself how bloody good he smelled. Everything about him was always too good to be true. He seemed perfect to the extent it felt concerning but you guessed it was a bit too late to back off now.

When you finally were able to open your eyes again you still felt his hands on your waist, moving yours to rest against his shoulders to push back a little. He didn’t let go of you, leaving his fingers to burn the skin of your sides even through the clothes.

“I didn’t think you’d actually drink both.” he chuckled “you fine?” you nodded yes and he allowed you to sit back.

“I want more.” you turned to face him when you sat.

“More of what?”

“Whatever you’ll buy me.” you smiled at him feeling a bit drunk. Jaebeom nodded at you, biting on his lower lip.

One more round of pure alcohol, and that’s the last thing you remember of the evening.

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Could you write 22 “Oh, you’re just grumpy” with Monkie King and a deage MK?

OOOOH coming back to this? Yeah, I am totally up for giving this another go! MK is having a not so great time, nothing warning worthy but I do HC him not being the healthiest kid. Mild spoilers for season 2 episodes 1 and 2.

Oh, you're just grumpy.

"Noooooooo!" MK shouted, stomping his foot on the ground in anger. "I'm not grumpy, I'm mad! You can't let them leave me behind! Take me back! I'm the Monkie Kid! I have to do this myself! I-"

"You are currently physically 4 years old with all the control over your powers of that age," Sun Wukong rebutted with a soft sigh, frowning and wincing at the high pitched angered scream in reaction he received at that. That was... not the best way to go about this... He needed a different tactic.

He knelt down to be at eye level with his now even younger protégé, holding out his hand. When MK stared at it he chanced putting it on his shoulder and continued when MK didn’t shrug it off or start yelling again. “Bud, MK, it’s ok. I know you’re frustrated. You have every right to be! But we just want to make sure you’re safe until we can get you back to normal.”

This was not the kind of trouble the Monkey King expected to happen immediately before... well, put a cork on that for now. But this wasn't the kind of trouble be expected to happen regardless of time frame. How in the world anyone managed to not only curse an object in this way but find a way to slip it on his student was anyone's guess. But the fact of the matter was that MK, the Monkie Kid himself, was now physically 4 years old. Mentally, he was still the same age he was before the curse, personality and memories still completely intact... for the most part, it became clear to them very quickly that being physically a kid again came with more than just a smaller body. It came with the mood swings and heightened emotions of “kid brain” as Mei called it, when MK immediately burst into tears at just the mention of being left behind so Mei and the others could go after the demon. And then he couldn’t figure out why he was crying, whether from frustration or worry or both or why he even started, which lead to more crying out of sheer confusion, which made everyone feel very bad.

They’d managed to calm him down long enough for the Monkey King get him on his cloud and bring him to Flower Fruit Mountain in case the demon attempted to go after him like this, but that was short lived once they actually made landfall.

"But I can do this!" MK continued, pouting and tears of frustration starting to peak at the corners of his eyes once again, albeit calmer frustration. "I-I beat the Spider Queen! I can handle one demon who had to slap a bracelet on me to make me a kid to beat me, even if I'm tiny! I can kick his butt!"

"I know you can, Bud," Wukong said evenly, offering him an understanding smile. "And normally I'd let you go in guns blazing and know you could handle everything no problem now! You've more than proven you can handle stuff even I couldn't. If you were just shrunk I wouldn’t dare think you couldn’t handle this." He reached out a hand, ruffling his hair far more gently that he normally would. But still rough, rough enough to let him know he wasn't going to just treat him like glass now. "But this is a bit different. Remember what I said when Macaque was having you use your full power?” MK scowled for a second before nodding. “Using your powers like this? Could hurt you. And I don’t want to see you get hurt like that. Heck, even I would have trouble controlling my powers and probably get hurt if I was turned into a little kid monkey man, and if this happened to me I would trust you if you told me to stay safe."

"... you would?" MK asked softly, and Wukong nodded. Maybe it was a... bit of a stretch of the truth. Sun Wukong would probably need some convincing too (Great Sage title leading to Great Misjudgement sometimes, the previously mentioned Spider Queen fight a key example), but that's just one more thing he and MK had in common.

"Course I would,” Wukong said, and given said convincing that was the truth. “I trust you, MK, and-AGH!" He may be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, but nothing prepared him for the barreling rocket that was a 4 year old launching themselves at him to hug him with all the strength of... well, himself!

"I trust you too!" MK yelled right in his ear and oh if he thought his student had a loud yell before. But that only lasted for a second before he pulled back from the hug, body limp and head rested on his shoulder as the energy seemed to sap a bit from him as Wukong stood back up and he held him on his hip instead of setting him down when he saw the bright red rings around his eyes and how tired he seemed already... Tang had mentioned that he knew MK wasn’t exactly the healthiest as a child... "But... I feel bad not doing anything..."

"Then we can do something, that's an easy fix!" Wukong laughed, and his chest warmed as he was reminded of the few children he had helped take care of or play with while on the long journey centuries ago. He was a softie, really. "No training though, I am not going to body slam you when you come up to my knees."

This apparently was the magic joke to make, making MK devolve into a fit of giggles. A testament to how this cursed object affected him, he never would have giggled at that without it. Probably... MK had an odd sense of humor sometimes. But then again, so did he!

"Actually... I think I have just the thing for us to try."

All things considered, Wukong probably should have expected something like this. He did tell MK that he probably didn’t have much control over his powers. And that using his powers was a bad idea. And Tang did warn him he wasn’t a healthy child. The three together were a bad combo when his powers activated with MK’s unconscious reactions to certain things...

“How you feeling, Bud?” Wukong whispered softly, rubbing his back as he laid face down on his couch. He’d barely used his powers at all, just activated his true sight to find ingredients when they were cooking without even thinking about it, but that was enough to make the kid’s head feel like it was splitting open (in symptoms that sounded like a migraine, which... yeah, he felt really bad for him, and the jolt of worry and fear that shot through him surprised him less than he felt it should). “Still bad?”

There were a few of Wukong’s monkeys hanging out on the couch, one in particular was curled up next to MK’s head. Perhaps they were keeping him company while he wasn’t feeling well and nodded off in the process.

“I think I’m ok now,” MK answered, sitting back up and leaning into the Monkey King’s side (he seemed to seek out contact a lot more like this, letting Wukong carry him to the house, leaning on his shoulder when he showed him how to prepare the snacks they were making, now this... it made him wonder just how much physical affection he got as a kid). He looked leagues better than he had just 40 minutes ago, thankfully not nearly as exhausted as he had looked before he laid down. “Headache went away... I dunno, a while ago. But I didn’t wanna get up.”

“Completely understandable,” Wukong nodded in approval, glad that he’d gotten some form of rest. He needed it after everything he had been through. “You feel like getting up now, though? I made us some lunch... dinner... not desert food! Just like I promised.”

“Yeah!” MK exclaimed, immediately jumping off the couch and making his way to the kitchen like a rocket. “How about our snacks, how much longer do they have? Do you think we did ok? Do you think the others are gonna like em!?”

“They still have well over an hour of sitting in the fridge,” Wukong laughed, following him and watching him scramble to sit on one of the chairs at the table. “But I think we did a pretty good job of making annin tofu for the first time. They already look pretty darn delicious.” The almond jelly dish wasn’t as hard as he believed it would be, and using agar even he would be able to enjoy it... once he added some peaches on top, of course! “But that’s for later, for now what do you think of your meal?” MK looked up from his bowl, a spoonful of rice and vegetables already in his mouth. Wukong couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I’ll take that as a job well done.”

The two ate their respective lunches, rice and steamed vegetables for MK and rice and fruits for Wukong, talking about what dishes they could try making together in the future. Being a monkey Wukong had a very limited pallet for what he could (and would, given other circumstances) actually eat, so brainstorming workaround for that was a great way to pass the time before moving back to the couch. They played some, shockingly not Sun Wukong related, games that he had stashed away (and he was very offended by MK’s disbelief that he had media not related to himself in his house, totally offended). The game was one of those ones with a motion controller that you had to move around to play, and MK was having a blast with it.

The monkeys also seemed to be enjoying the show quite a lot.

Before the two knew it the sun had begun to set, MK’s grip on his controller starting to weaken as he sat down on the couch and attempted to keep his eyes open. Even with his rest earlier he was exhausted.

“Did anyone... tell you anything yet?” He asked softly, once again leaning into Wukong’s side with a yawn.

“Not yet,” Wukong admitted, looking at MK’s phone for the fourth time in he hour. “Not since they told me they found out where the demon went. But that probably means they’re focused on catching him! They’re gonna get the guy, I have a good feeling about it.”

“If you say so...” MK mumbled out, the controller slipping from his grasp as he closed his eyes.

“UH.. Bud? MK?” Wukong gently nudged his student, smiling softly when he realized that he’d just fallen asleep. “OK, that game clearly did it’s job a little too well.” He made to stand up, stopping short when something tugged on his clothing. MK had an iron grip on him, holding tight to his side and not looking like he was going to be letting go any time soon.

Well... Wukong didn’t have the heart to make him let go or chance waking him up to move him... so instead he took a hair and poofed up a blanket to lay over top of MK as he made himself comfortable on the side of the couch. It didn’t take long, and it took even less time for the monkeys around the house to curl up around and on top of the duo.

It was nice... Wukong didn’t want to admit it, but he was going to miss this. Not just when MK was changed back to his normal age, but when he had to... “go on vacation”.

He felt bad, lying to his student. His kid, now that he realized he couldn’t keep from admitting that to himself. But he trusted MK, genuinely trusted him in this regard, to keep everyone in the city safe while he was gone and he didn’t want the extra stress of knowing just what Wukong was really doing to weigh him down. He knew how much MK worried, seen how much anxiety he had after Macaque and the fight with the Spider Queen, how hard it would be to keep him from following him into places that were too dangerous for him to traverse without training they hadn’t completed yet.

He... really regretted not training him more in the beginning. Regretted it more than most things he had lately. Maybe if he had he could have explained things to him better. Known that if he did sneakily follow him he would at least be in much less danger.

He couldn’t let himself be too close after this. He’d have to go back to normal, aloof, jokey, “ah you’re fine cool beans good luck bud I believe in you!” Monkey King. For MK’s sake.

As he looked down at the sleeping child curled into his side he had to make himself believe it was for MK’s sake.

Why did that feel like it was a lie?

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