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Queen I am on my knees for you to bless me with a marc shot, maybe like the protagonist is a singer and she has a show in Vegas and performs her new single partition and Marc is in the Audience with his family but things ain't very innocent 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🤰🤰🤰

Smooth Lovin'

"Hey there babygirl." Marc's deep voice snuck up behind you.

"Hi handsome." you smiled, turning your head to kiss his lips before going back to doing your makeup.

"Are you excited to go to the studio today? I can't wait to hear you sing live." he placed his lips on your neck and grabbed his baseball cap off the counter.

"I am so stoked that I can hardly contain my excitement! I can't believe that I actually booked a show in Vegas. At the Bellagio no less! Oh my god this is going to be amazing..." you grinned, holding in a squeal as you walked from the bathroom to get dressed in the bedroom.

"You're going to be amazing I just know it. What song are you going to be singing?" he asked.

"That, my dear, is for me to know and you to find out." you smirked, putting on your underwear before leaning over to pick up your jeans on the floor. Of course, Marc couldn't pass up the opportunity to smack your ass and watch your reaction. That was his favorite thing to do.

"Have you ever not done that when I bend over?" you giggled, feeling his breath tickle your skin causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.

"I don't think so. And I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." A smile in his voice as he lightly nipped at your sweet spot.

"You won't hear complaining from me. You know I love it when you do stuff like that." you winked over your shoulder at him.

"Oh I know you do." he wiggled his eyebrows and stuck his tongue out, eyes glistening as he watched you toss your head back in laughter.

Finishing up with getting dressed, you grabbed your car keys and tossed them to Marc. He always loved to drive you everywhere. Why, you had no idea, but it was something that he wanted to do for you so you let him.

"Do I get to come in since this is such a top secret recording?" he asked, puppy eyes on full display.

"Unfortunately, no. But they only need me to record one verse, so it shouldn't take me too long. Maybe like half an hour, tops?" you leaned over the center console and kissed him.

"Alright baby. Good luck. I will be the hunter gatherer and go get some food for you before you get out."

"Oooo yes. Big man, hunt, gather, bring home." you said in a cave man voice as you got out of the car, his belly laughter following shortly after.

"You want burgers and shakes?" he asked.

"God, I knew there was a reason I chose you as my person." you grinned and nodded. "Thank you honey!" you shouted before walking into the studio.

The recording went well and by the time you were finished, Marc was just pulling back up with the food that he'd gotten.

"Hi princesa. How'd it go?" he brought you into one of his bear hugs and kissed you while smiling down at you.

"It went good! Better than expected actually. I got it on the first try, so they let me tweak a few other things since we had some extra time to burn through." you got in the car and smelled the food, your stomach suddenly growling.

"Do you want to wait until we get home to eat or eat now?" he asked.

"My stomach is eating away at my spine, so now please. I'm starviiiing." you whined, taking out your burger from the bag and sipping on your milkshake.

"You even got the whipped cream on top?" you pouted your bottom lip and looked at him. You were so thankful that he paid attention to the little details about you.

"Of course. I know you hate milkshakes without whipped cream. If I remember right, to quote you, 'it's an abomination to humanity to not have whipped cream on your milkshake.'" he chuckled before taking a bite of his burger.

"Exactly right. And anyone that says different can kiss my ass."

"Hey, that's my job, thank you very much." he pointed at you.

"And you do it beautifully." you rubbed your thumb on the back of his neck and he smiled.

Finishing up with the food, Marc pulled out of the parking space and began to drive home. You both had to pack to head to Las Vegas for the weekend.

"I've never been to Vegas. What do I pack?" he asked, looking a bit lost when he stepped in the closet at home.

"It's the desert and it's summer time, so cool clothes. Short sleeves and shorts. Oh but make sure you bring your suit. The performance attire is black tie." you reminded him. "Shit, that reminds me, I have to grab my costume." you said, grabbing the outfit from the back of the closet. It was kept out of sight of Marc in a zipped up coat bag.

"I don't even get a little sneak peek?" he made a motion with his fingers and squeezed them as close together as they could go without touching.

"Nope. All in good time, love. All in good time." you laughed at the groan he threw your way when you went back to packing your things.

Zipping up your suitcase when you were done, you wheeled it out to the front door and made sure to grab your passport so that you didn't forget it in the morning. You and Marc just decided to order in for dinner since both of you were so exhausted. After dinner, you got ready for sleep together and got into bed to face each other.

"I really am so proud of you." he smiled, eyes raking over your face like it was the last time he was going to see you. He wanted to memorize your features for the rest of his life.

"Thank you babe. You have no idea what having your support means to me. I couldn't do any of this without you standing beside me to encourage me." you put your hand over his that was resting on your cheek.

"I love you." he kissed you and gently rolled you from your side to your back in the process. He deepened the kiss for a moment and broke away from you when a delicate whimper fell from your lips.

"I love you too Marc." you smiled up at him in a slight daze. You loved it when he took control like that and just took your breath away with one single kiss.

Turning your back to him, his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you closer to him so that he could fall asleep with his head nestled in the crook of your neck.

"Goodnight love." you ran your fingers through his hair before you fell asleep.

"You did remember to lock the front door, right?" you asked, sitting down and buckling your seatbelt on the plane.

"Yes I did. Although there's not much we could do about it now if I did forget." he laughed at your scatter brained mind right now.

"I just feel like I forgot something and I can't put my finger on it." you sighed, leaning back on your chair and feeling Marc's hand squeez your thigh in reassurance.

"You always think that when we go somewhere, yet you always remember everything. Just relax, alright? You're gonna be alright." he soothed, thumb beginning to rub circles onto your skin. Taking a deep breath, you began to relax as the plane taxied to the runway. The flight was only about 4 or 5 hours, so you and Marc zoned out together and watched a movie to pass the time. Before you knew it, you were beginning your descent into Las Vegas.

"Do you have the reservation for our hotel?" you asked Marc as you got into the rental car with him.

"Yep. It's in my email." he said, backing out and driving to the Bellagio.

"This place is beautiful..." he said, completely awestruck. You'd been lucky enough to arrive right as the sun was setting, so the entire town was lit up in a beautiful display.

"Definitely not as beautiful as what I'm looking at right now." you smiled at him, snapping a picture of him looking at the lights just looking absolutely ethereal. He turned to look at you and smiled back.

"I could say the exact same thing." he kissed you before pressing the gas on the car. Turning into the parking lot of the hotel, Marc handed the keys to the valet and helped you with your bags before walking in and checking in.

"Alright Mr. and Mrs. Marquez, you are on the 6th floor, room 367." the receptionist said, handing Marc the keycards.

"Thank you!" he smiled at her before rolling the suitcases to the elevator, you right by his side.

"That had a nice ring to it." you smiled to yourself, looking over at him while you waited for the elevator to ding.

"Yeah? You like Mrs. Marquez don't you?" he cocked his eyebrow at you in a teasing way. Nodding your head, you looked at your feet as you suddenly got shy talking about marriage with him. You'd both talked about it before, but you'd never heard anyone refer to you as Mrs. Marquez until tonight. You suddenly felt giddy at the thought of marrying Marc.

"Wanna order room service or do you want to go out to dinner?" he asked, opening the hotel room door and setting his bags down at the foot of the bed. You did the same and walked over towards the floor length window overlooking onto the Vegas strip. You felt Marc walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You didn't even hear me, did you?" he chuckled.

"Hm?" you hummed and turned your head to look at him.

"Do you want to order room service or go out to dinner?" he kissed your forehead.

"I think I just want to order room service. I'm a little jet lagged and all I wanna do is eat and then sleep." you smiled, turning in his hold and resting your head on his chest.

"Me too." he sighed, running his hand through your hair and enjoying the quiet with you after such a hectic day of travelling.

Breaking away from the hug, he called down to order room service. Once it was brought up to you, you both ate and then took a quick shower together.

One thing that you loved about Marc is that he made you feel so comfortable around him. You could strip down in front of him and shower with him, and he was perfectly fine with it. He wouldn't make it sexual all the time, which you loved. He treated you like a human being, but also as a sexual being when the time was right. He loved you and was physical about showing it, but knew when the time was right for more sexual approaches.

"Crap... I forgot my clothes on the bed. Can you get them for me baby?" you asked, wrapping yourself with the towel and staying in the bathroom.

"The bed is just right outside the door honey." he chuckled at you.

"You want me walking out there and people to see me naked with that big open window?" you challenged, his face dropping and a hint of possessiveness showing through.

"Fuck, you're right..." he said, opening the door and grabbing your clothes from the bed. He handed them to you and brushed his teeth while you got dressed.

"You're so jealouuussss." you teased him, running your nails on his sides as he flinched away from you. He was always so ticklish when he didn't have a shirt on and you barely ran your nails over his sides.

"Can you blame me? Look at you. You're a knockout even in a loose t-shirt and shorts." he looked at you in the mirror, eyes soft and loving as they always were.

"Says the one standing here shirtless looking like a sculpted Greek god." you playfully rolled your eyes and bumped your hip with his before opening the bathroom door and walking to the edge of the bed.

"What time do we need to be downstairs for your rehearsal tomorrow?" Marc asked, pulling the covers back and sliding into the bed.

"The show starts at 9pm but the rehearsal starts at 3pm. We need time to do a sound check and I need time to get ready." you sighed, hugging him and stuffing your face in the crook of his neck.

"I can't wait to see you up there singing. It's going to be incredible." he kissed your hair and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight my love." you whispered, falling asleep shortly after.

Waking up the next morning, you and Marc had slept in until almost 11 and it felt amazing. You ordered room service and had a quiet start to the day with Marc. You were both too exhausted to do anything before rehearsal, so you stayed in the room together just watching tv and cuddling. It came time to go downstairs to the performance hall, and when Marc opened the door for you, you were both in awe.

The room made you feel so small. There were probably 2,000 seats in total and there were lights that lined the walls giving the room a deep red illumination. Looking at the stage, it was in a T-shape, the longest part snaking it's way into the crowd with a staircase at the end of it so that the performer could go into the audience.

"Holy... Shit." you looked above you and saw a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Yeah..." Marc gawked with you.

"Y/N! Hi, I'm John. How are you?" the stage manager came to greet you.

"I'm great! Still trying to take in this place. This is beautiful." you shook his hand and his eyes turned to Marc.

"Hi Marc. Enjoying Vegas so far?" he shook his hand and smiled.

"Oh yeah. It's amazing here." Marc responded.

"Great! Well, if you'll come with me, we can get your mic hooked up and start the rehearsal." John said, leading you both backstage, showing you a hanger cart that you could hang your costume on.

"We're just warming up vocals and setting the lighting, right?" you asked, putting your earpiece in and turning on your mic.

"If you remember the choreo, then yes we'll just be doing vocals and lighting today." John said.

"Whoa whoa, choreo? You're dancing?" Marc asked, surprise written on his face.

"That's part of the surprise." you winked, walking out on the stage with him.

"I think I'm starting to figure out what kind of performance this is. And I think I'm liking it." he smirked, sitting in the chair off to your right to watch you rehearse and coordinate with the staff on what needed to be tweaked for the performance.

Throughout the rehearsal, Marc snuck in a few pictures of you. He loved taking pictures of you doing something that you were passionate about because your face just lit up with enthusiasm.

"We've already got a line out the door Y/N." John shouted from the door of the auditorium.

"Seriously?" you laughed, suddenly feeling giddy again. You loved performing so much.

"Oh yeah. Dying to see you." he got to the stage and climbed up the stairs. "I think we're pretty much done here. Your vocals are perfect as always and lighting doesn't seem to be an issue. I think we're ready for hair, makeup, and costume! It's 7, so we're getting closer to show time."

"Cool! Let's get to it." Marc grabbed your hand and walked with you backstage to the makeup chair.

"Oh my god you're wearing red jewels on your eyes?" he groaned, knowing what you in the color red did to him. He was going to freak out when he saw your costume...

"It just so happens I am. And my costume is red too." you winked, a smirk painting his lips before he placed a quick kiss on your lips and sat on the couch while you got your makeup and hair done. You got your hair curled and sort of frizzy for a more seductive look. Makeup was done with red jewels making your cat eye stand out more. Outlining the jewels was a sharp black line from some liquid liner your stylist put on, lipstick a cherry red color.

Out of all of those things though, your outfit was the winner. It was a salsa style dancing dress with bedazzling on the front in a beautiful design. It was low enough in the front to where you could show off some cleavage while still remaining classy. It came to your mid-thigh and had a slit up to the hip on the right side, just enough to tease and leave something to the imagination. Marc was going to die when he saw you in this outfit.

"Honey, I need you to go sit in your seat in the audience. The outfit is still a surprise." you smirked, lightly pecking his lips and ushering him out of the room.

"I'll see you out there amore." he winked. His seat was right at the bottom of the staircase of the stage, so that was a perfect opportunity for you to execute your plan of teasing him.

Putting on your outfit, you took one look at yourself before putting on your heels. They had gold studs on the straps, a gold heel, but the rest of the shoe was black. You looked like a million bucks and you were already feeling so confident.

"Showtime in 2 minutes!" John called out, walking with you to the side stage to put your earplugs in and hand you your microphone. Taking a deep breath, you got a last minute idea and smiled to yourself. As the lights went off in the audience, you heard the crowd erupt in cheers and the backup dancers strut out on stage. You hadn't walked out yet, but you were talking into the mic to tease a little bit.

"Let me hear you say hey Mrs. Marquez..." you said seductively, listening to the crowd run wild and repeat after you. You could only imagine the look on Marc's face right now.

"Say hey Mrs. Marquez." you drug out in a smooth voice, hearing the crowd once again follow along with you. "Come on Vegas, let me hear ya." you shouted, walking out on stage and standing in the middle of your backup dancers.

"Give me some!" the bass started thumping in the speakers and you immediately got on the mood for a lot of teasing.

Singing the introduction, you strutted your way to the edge of the stage where Marc was and looked at him as you sang.

"G's up, tell me how I'm lookin' babe

I brought this all for you, just walk my way"

You sauntered down the steps and worked the crowd for a moment, stopping to slowly feel up your body before walking back to Marc for the rap part in the song.

"Drop the bass man the bass get lower"

You turned your back to him and crouched down in front of him, bouncing up and down for a moment. His mind was thinking less than innocent things when he saw your figure in that dress.

"Radio say 'speed it up', I just go slower"

Turning to face your side to him, you gave him a seductive glare and smirked as you kept singing. He was sitting back in his seat, legs spread with his hand resting on his mouth so that he wouldn't lose control and take you backstage. His eyes never once left you though, entirely too entranced by how unbelievably sexy his woman was.

"High like treble, puffin' on the mids"

You threw him a wink before turning your back to him once again to prepare for your next teasing part.

"The man ain't ever seen a booty like this"

You poked your ass out as you slowly stood up, turning to look at him over your shoulder before slapping your ass in front of him. The crowd was going wild at this point, loving the show you were putting on for everyone.

"And why you think you keep my name rolling off the tongue, cause when you wanna smash I just write another one"

You put your stiletto right on the edge of the seat between his legs and felt up your leg, resting your hand on your knee.

"I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker

Marquez all on his mouth like liquor"

You lightly put your heel on his chest before winking and leaning forward to show off your cleavage to him.

"Marquez all on his mouth like liquor

Marqurz all on his mouth like liquor, like like liquor, like like liquor"

You pouted your lip at him before placing a quick peck on his lips and strutting away back up the stairs onto the stage.

"Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged"

You got on your knees with your backup dancers for the next line

"Ah he so horny yeah he want to fuck"

You whined out the last part, leaning your head back and opening your knees and you could see Marc's eyes darken.

"He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse

He Monica Luwinski'd all on my gown"

You winked down at Marc and slid your front half onto the floor in a doggy style position. A knowing smirk painted your face as you looked at him after that verse. He certainly loves to be messy when he cums...

"Whoa there daddy daddy didn't bring a towel

Whoa baby baby we better slow it down

45 minutes to get all dressed up

And now we ain't even gonna make it to this club"

Raising up off the floor, you flipped your hair to one side and rested your front half on one knee, doing a snake motion with your body to make the movement more sensual. As you got to the end of the move, you popped your hip out then did the same on the other side.

"Take all of me

I just wanna be that girl you like, the kinda girl you like"

Looking back at your dancers, your plan was coming out beautifully but there was one last touch to put the cherry on top. Marc always did say how he loved spraying you with champagne on the podium, so you decides to incorporate that into your performance. The girls stood on either side of you and shook the champagne bottles, letting the liquid rain on everyone, including you. Your skin was now wet, your hair slightly frizzy still from the style it was in.

"Hand prints and good grips all on my ass"

You turned your ass towards the crowd and two of your backup dancer slapped your ass.

"Private show with the music blastin'

He like to call me peaches and we get this nasty

Red wine, drip filth, talk that trash"

Walking down the stairs once more, you grabbed Marc by the hand and brought him up on stage with you.

"Chauffeur eavesdropping tryin' not to crash"

You bent down and brushed your ass against his dick, sneaking away from him before he could touch you.

"Whoa there daddy daddy now you ripped my fur

Whoa baby baby be sweatin' on my hair

Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up

And we ain't even gonna make it to this club"

You strutted around him, lightly brushing your middle finger on the base of his neck as you walked.

"Take all of me

I just wanna be the girl you like, the kinda girl you like"

As it got to the French part, your backup dancers had brought out a chair to sit Marc in while you handed them your mic.

Spreading his legs, you turned around and dropped down to the floor, making sure that on the way up you let him see your ass brushing against his dick again. Circling your hips around on him for a moment, you stood up and walked around behind him. Taking his head in your hands, you leaned it back and kissed him with tongue briefly before throwing your leg over his shoulder. His hand felt up your leg, almost all the way up your thigh before you pulled away again.

"That kinda girl you like is right here with me"

You mouthed with the words, lowering yourself into a front split, Marc receiving a perfect view of your ass and your beautiful legs that he loved so much. Especially when they were wrapped around his head.

Standing up, you received a standing ovation from the crowd. Holding up Marc's hand with yours, he smiled to the crowd and bowed with you.

"Thank you everyone! Have an amazing night and enjoy Vegas." you shouted into the mic, running with Marc offstage. He didn't say much and you were wondering is he was mad about something.

"Great show Y/N! You looked amazing out there. We'll clean everything up, so why don't you both go back to the room and chill out for the rest of the night? A rest is well deserved after that performance!" he highfived you.

"Thank you so much John. I'll see you at the next rehearsal!" you shouted, waving bye to everyone as Marc still followed quietly behind you. Getting into the elevator and allowing the doors to close, you turned to him.

"Is something wr-" you were interrupted by him slamming you against the wall and sticking his tongue down your throat. His hand rested on your neck in almost a challenge for you to try and fight back. He knew that he could get you to do anything if he applied just the slightest amount of pressure to your throat.

"You are such a goddamn tease." he breathed, feeling your thigh as he hooked your leg around his waist.

"I take it you liked the show?" you giggled, moaning when he squeezed your ass in his rough hands.

"I'm about to fuck the shit out of you, is that answer enough?" he growled, separating from you when the doors opened.

"Ladies first." he said, letting you walk in front of him for the sole purpose of watching your hips sway on the outfit and heels you were still in.

Getting into the hotel room, he took off his shirt already and started kissing you again. This time, he pulled at your hair to pull your head back and expose your neck. You whimpered at the control he already had over you, his lips tracing a dangerous path on your neck.

"God you looked incredible up there. And I bet every guy in that audience would love to be me right now. But you're mine. All mine to hear beg for me." he grinned a devilish smile, unzipping your dress and helping you stand up to take it off. Taking off your heels as well, Marc picked you up and tossed you on the bed, a giggle falling from your lips at how animalistic he was being. He crawled over you like a predator stalking its prey, and you were about to be his dinner.

"What was that one line?" he said, flipping you over onto your stomach and arching your back for him.

"Hand prints and good grips all on your ass?" he growled, slapping your ass and taking a good grip of it. He'd rid himself of his pants and was able to rub his painfully hard dick through your folds.

"And that other one... Talk that trash." he smirked, leaning over your back and whispering lowly in your ear. "I don't talk shit. I follow through." he pushed himself inside of you, a loud moan falling from your lips at feeling him bottom out inside you so quickly.

"That's what I thought." he chuckled, crossing his arms to put both of his hands on your hips.

"Oh my fucking god Marc." you whined, gripping the sheets below you and whining when he took a handful of your hair and used that as leverage to pull you back against him.

"And this ass... Don't even get me started." he groaned, looking down at your ass moving with every thrust he gave.

"Marquez all on his mouth like liquor" he quoted you, pulling you back to his chest and chuckling devilishly in your ear. "Mrs. Marquez is a naughty little girl isn't she?" he held your hands behind your back as he continued to rearrange your insides. You could only nod your head in responce to his taunts, your brain complete mush at the moment.

"Mm... Harder daddy." you whined, his control level snapping at that pet name. He flipped you on your back and put his hands behind your knees to hold your legs open for him, his cock entering you once more with such ease given how wet you were.

"Scream for me babygirl." he groaned, one of his rough hands going to grab at your breast before leaning down and taking your nipple in his mouth. You whined loudly and squirmed in his hold, wanting more from him.

"More Marc, more." you begged. You knew you were in trouble when he put both of his hands on the headboard to steady himself before he began to fuck you so roughly that you were surprised you didn't receive a noise complaint.

"Ohhhh fuck! God you're so good daddy." you screamed, raking your nails down his back and relishing in the animalistic growl it pulled from him. His deep rumbling voice made you clench around him.

"Ah fuck... You're so tight." he groaned, a hand going to your throat to choke you as his hips maintained the same wild speed as before.

"F-fuck... Oh my g-" you couldn't finish the sentence before a gasp fell from your lips and your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Found it." he chuckled to himself, feeling proud when he found your g-spot.

"Fuck right there right there." you chanted, body tensing up and getting ready for your orgasm.

"You gonna cum for me, hm? You sure talk a big game up on stage but you know I'm always the one who makes you beg for me. Such a good little girl for me." he spoke in your ear, his accent itself enough to make you run wild. His fingers rubbed harsh circles around your clit and he looked down at you as he fucked you through your orgasm. Back arching, toes curling, and hands gripping at whatever they could find.

"God you turn me on so much." he groaned, enjoying how fucked out you looked while he kept going.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he breathed out, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second.

"Wherever you want daddy." you smirked, feeling him pull out of you and move you onto your knees on the floor. Taking hold of your hair, he fucked your throat until you had tears running down your face. You didn't care what you looked like with mascara running down your face or lipstick smudged, because your focus was on making Marc cum.

"Oh my god I'm cumming!" he grunted, pulling out of your mouth and painting your face with his cum. He always enjoyed watching you eagerly sit there with your mouth open hoping to get a taste of his cum as he finished.

"Have a taste baby." he smirked, sticking his thumb coated with his cum in your mouth and watching you suck on it like it was his dick. He grabbed a few tissues off the nightstand and wiped your face for you, helping you stand up but not before smacking your ass.

"You better not think I'm done with you." he pushed you onto the bed. You watched him kneel at the edge of the bed and yank you towards him. He winked at you before burying his face between your legs.

Marc was always very talented with his tongue and he knew it too. That made him a very dangerous man, but you always did have a thing for danger... Hence why you were dating a man that was currently eating you out like it was his last meal and made you cum 1, 2, 3, 4 times that night.

Performance successful? Hell yes.

END

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thephantomessoftheopera · 3 years

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You really made me obsessed with this book (thank you) I have three questions, if you don’t want to answer I can understand.

1. How do you interpret Christine feelings towards Erik? I saw so many different points of view, some say it’s father like, the other it’s just pity etc

2. The common way of seeing this story I found was that raoul loved Christine as a person and Erik loved her as an item, and that’s why he couldn’t set her free. I don’t know how to feel about it, I feel it comes more from musical than original novel? Your thoughts?

3. How do you feel about the book “phantom” by Susan Kay? Is it fun to read?

I am really not sorry for causing your obsession with this wonderful book! And thank you for the great questions, I‘ll do my best to answer them ❤️!

1. One of Christine‘s most defining traits is her ambiguity - her true feelings are and will always be a mystery, and this is one of the charms of the story. Readers will forever try and figure out what really goes on in her heart, because we never get her internal perspective. So here is my interpretation:

Christine‘s feelings for Erik are perhaps best described as extremely conflicted. Before she learns the „the Voice“ is only a man, she says that he and Raoul were both „the equal halves of her heart“. And when Raoul asks her if she would still love him if Erik were handsome instead of ugly, she doesn‘t want to talk about the things she keeps hidden at the back of her mind, „like sins“. So there are several indications that her feelings for Erik go deeper than just pity, but she is also very much afraid of them. She‘s also horrified of his face, and she fears for mostly Raoul‘s life, but also her own. And beneath everything else, there‘s this strong connection that they share through their passion and talent for music. So there are a lot of conflicting emotions there.

In the end, her feelings for him made her strong enough to overcome her fear and horror of his face. Pity is a rather feeble emotion, and I don‘t think it would give Christine the necessary strength to do what no one else had ever done: accepting Erik as a human being and looking at him without fear. So yes - I think she cares about him very deeply.

From the Leroux novel, I never got the feeling that Erik was a father figure to her. The „Angel of Music“ was, in addition to teacher, more like a trusted friend and confidant. And from the moment he reveals himself to her, he makes it very clear that his intentions with her are entirely romantic.

2. Yes, I agree that this is a take that seems to be based on the musical more than the novel - where the Phantom seems to want her as an instrument to sing his music. This is not what Erik wants in the novel though. Here, he wants to marry her and spend a normal life together with her. It‘s not explained how he fell in love with her, but it‘s not hard to imagine that Christine with her kind heart, her voice and talent, and her beauty would be attractive to Erik (Raoul initially falls in love with her „angel‘s voice“ as well). But it‘s quite clear that Erik does love her - and the ending proves that his love for her is real and true. This is why he is able to let her go in the end.

3. Susan Kay‘s „Phantom“ is beautifully written and a very enjoyable read. It has a few flaws, but overall I would absolutely recommend it. Just have some tissues ready when you reach the ending…🥺

#phantom of the opera #asks #leroux phantom #gaston leroux #erik x christine #erik the phantom #the phantom of the opera #poto #le fantôme de l'opéra #christine daae

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What’s Said Is Said

Pairing: Fae!Hawks X F!Reader

Warnings: Dub-con themes, light bondage, oral, virgin reader(‘ye ‘ol times idk man) Fae’s being dicks

Word Count: 5.7k

Credit; Thank you lovely wife for creating this beautiful banner! You’re always the sweetest, I swear, @pleasantanathema

A/N: This piece is part of the, Pleasant & Strider Present: The Smut Pile Fantasy AU Collab! Like before, this is written in third person but is still a reader x Hawks fic. Maybe one day I'll write in second person. Today is not that day.

Hope you Enjoy~

***

Everyone in town heard the warning of the Dark Forest. Never wander beyond the treeline or else you’ll be snatched by the fae. And while this did scare the children from their southern borders, there were those in adulthood who took the fable with a grain of salt. The leaves and branches shroud the forest floor in this never ending night, and the winds blew through the trees like a soft, ominous whisper calling out, “this way” —But it did not mean there were faeries.

Still, the young traveler moved forward.

She wandered slowly—carefully through the wood with her lantern raised high. She wasn’t certain how long she’d been looking for her cat. As noticeable as her black cat was in a town bathed in sunlight, it was quite the opposite under the thick cover of leaves. But she would not abandon her friend who dulled the dreadful nights, who turned her wet frown into a soft laugh. No, she’d find him, and they’d leave the forest together.

She called out again searching through the wild brush. She looked for motion across the grass--the snap of a twig, a shadow across her light. But still, there was nothing.

In fact, it was silent. She slowed her steps to a stop, turning her head to the side. Her brows crinkled together. The wind that shook the branches, that rippled her dress had ceased, and in the moment- so had the sounds of the forest. She held her breath, jerking toward the other side as she felt a figure standing in the shadows. But she exhaled her breath. There was nothing.

When the silence remained like a fog among the ominous trees, she eventually lowered her lantern. There was great reluctance, but she could not hold still like the animals. She had a selfish thought of wanting to turn back around and hurry home...Instead she tread lightly on her worn shoes, pressing forward against the web of mossy stones

If something was out there...She’d do well to avoid it.

The young traveler’s steps did not make it far, however, as she stopped dead in her tracks.

A muffling noise seemed to be coming from all around, but then the wind brushed at her dress. And on the winds, there was a whisper. She whipped around to the noise on reflex, clutching her lantern toward her chest. The voice was calling out from afar. She understood little wisps of words as it grew louder, and it gradually pushed forward. Until-

“My, what a pretty thing you are,” it whispered against the shell of her ear.

She stifled a cry. Her eyes darted back but found no one was there. Her hand clamped over her ear she could have sworn she felt a hot breath against her ear. She was sure of it.

She knew she had to flee. Her head reasoned to look harder and then get out. She began picking up pace and walking backwards, yet another jolt of panic ran through her. The forest floor was layered in dips and curves of overgrown roots and her foot had caught against one. Her arm swung out, and the lantern slipped from her fingers.

When it smashed into shards a few feet away, another breeze swept along. It was only made strong enough to snuff out the flame, which licked the oil among the broken glass. Then it was gone.

Suddenly, a gloved hand reached out and caught her mid-air. The grip was firm and held her weight with more than enough ease to pull her in. The maiden looked on.

There holding her hand was a radiant young man. A smirk pulled at his mouth crookedly, and the gold in his eyes was strikingly crisp and gleamed in the darkness. She noticed his pupils were slit as they looked like her lost friend’s. His hair was pushed back, and she found the shape of his face was more handsome than anyone she’d seen in town—even his pointed ears were charming

“Well well, look what I found.” He said, breaking the silence. His hold on hers softened but he did not let go. “What are you doing out this far in the woods, little dove? Been some time since a human’s come this way.”

She did not respond at first, did not move her stare from his brilliant looks. For a moment, she could not remember what she was meant to be doing.

This struck a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, what’s that look for? You still with me?” He teased. He reached for her cheek with his other hand and leaned forward to inspect her features for any sign of liveliness. “I was hoping you hadn’t lost your head—Little do-o-o-o-ove?”

His sing-songy voice brought a spark of recognition back into her gaze, and a heavy blush bloomed over the bridge of her nose. This wasn’t like her, she’d never done such a thing before.

“Ah, there she is!” He said in praise, swiping his thumb across her cheekbone. She was certain he could feel the heat. “Heh, careful now. I wouldn’t lose myself out here if I were you.”

“I’m so sorry,” she managed just before shaking her head in shame. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Oh, but I do.” He returned matter-of-factly. “You’re not the first to fall for this devilishly charming fae you see before you.”

Fae. Human. He tossed the words around so casually one would think he spoke sincerely. She stared for a moment with a tilt of her head.

“And by fae you mean...?”

“What, you don’t know?”

She paused.

As if on cue, her curious eyes fell behind his rather handsome and princely black tunic, finding an incredible display attached to his back. And oh, did they show what he was. They took the shape of black feathered wings but they certainly weren’t. Those glossy wings were transparent like a dragonfly, and in the veins of each side they glimmered a bloody red. The lines fanned out in perfect detail, each one resembling a feather of a bird.

“You’re…! You really exist,” She gaped, shifting her wide eyes back to his gold ones.

The faerie smiled back, knowing full well where her gaze had fallen. It was almost as though he’d seen this before, actually. There was something a little too cocky behind that pretty mouth, and she wasn’t liking his satisfied smile very much.

The faerie then stepped back in proper form, and she watched him dip low in an elegant bow, bringing her knuckles to his lips. She tried not to think of the second rise of heat on her nose.

“They call me Hawks, my dear.” The fae greeted officially, but the maiden did not like his response.

“They being whom?”

Hawks glanced up. “Pardon?”

“They being whom?”

“You must have guessed there's more than just me.”

“I have.”

“Then why do you ask?” Hawks wondered, his eyebrow quirked.

“Well...if the rumors of you existing are true, then it’s right to assume all the others are true, right? Are “they” the good kind that leave lilies in your hair, or are “they” the kind that steal your left shoe?”

Or were they kind that snatched infants from their cribs, or lost travelers in the night? But she dared not ask that part.

They stared at one another, though Hawks stared in a way that sized her up. The impish gleam in his golden eyes was snuffed, and the curve of his smile faded. It was as though she’d said something wrong—yet it was hard to tell.

She opened her mouth to explain but that’s when the wind gently pushed at her hair.

“Pretty thing, pretty thing.”

Her hand tensed under his leather fingers, fixing a frightened look toward the returning whispers. This time though, she was not the only one who heard this. Hawks straightened his winged back, and turned to the direction of the voice.

“Well shit. Looks like these bastards caught your scent.” Hawks said with an ungracious tone. “Leave it to the Unseelie to spoil everything…”

She stared at the back of Hawks’ head incredulously. Did she hear him correctly? They could smell her? The Unseelie were the malevolent fae she’d heard about before.They were the Goblins who stole human faces; the Pale Men who ate children and left nothing but their shoes. And now, they were the fae who call to you with an echo on the wind.

“Not again.” She muttered, a distressed anger snapped inside.

Hawks looked back alarmed, having felt the loss of warmth in his hand. Lifting his chin, he watched as her beautifully framed figure stalked off, moving deeper into the tree’s shadows.

“Hold on, wait!” Hawks called out, extending an outstretched hand. The maiden was heading towards dangerous grounds, ones which were outside his claimed boundaries and near the Unseelie even Hawks found to be tasteless.

“No, no, no, no!” She repeated as she hurried away on shaking legs, “I’ve dealt with enough faeries on this adventure, thank you! I came here for my cat, not to mingle with smelling fae.”

“Your cat?” Hawks asked.

“Yes, my cat!” She said, turning herself to face him. “He slipped out earlier and made a run for it out here!”

Her eyes were able to study his sharply dressed figure in black, all of him lit by a red glow coming from the veins inside his wings. For a moment, she thought how out of place his attire was in the Dark Forest.

“Is that right?” He mused, letting those gold eyes fall to the ground. They were pinned on something, but she couldn’t see from her spot. “And just out of curiosity; how do you plan to find him in the dark?”

His boot kicked at a remnant of the lantern, she heard the glass crunch under his foot. When Hawks lifted his gaze, his expression was unreadable.

“Look, we don’t have too much time.The Unseelie won’t harm your pet, but a human like you? I can assure you, they won’t keep you a pretty corpse if they snatch you up.“

His black and red wings began to flutter to a rapid speed until they were an illuminating blurr. They lifted him from the ground effortlessly, and he flew through the dark with a graceful air around him.

“If you come with me and wait for the Unseelie to pass, we’ll look for your cat then, alright?” Hawks landed softly before her, offering a stretched arm and open palm for her to take.

She hesitated, looking him over for any sign that read foul play. He was one of the fae after all, and his kind gesture was given so suddenly. “You’ll look for him, with me? I...Why-why would you want to help me?”

Hawks liked holding her hand. He didn’t wait for her reach and grasped hers, hanging at her side.The soothing leather rubbed against her skin as he laced their fingers. His gaze was fixed on the curves of their hold, the flash of her wrist. A smile softened his face.

“Well, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you all to myself in the big bad woods,” Hawks confessed before flicking his catlike eyes up. “Hey. It’ll be alright, dove. Let’s find you someplace, safe.”

***

Hawks eventually dropped the back of her knees, while settling her back down on the ground. He’s the first to move, and he walked with purpose towards a particular tree.

She however, was occupied with the fog that rolled in this part of the forest. It was colder here, the trees were larger—and she’s unsure how to explain, but the blackened bark on these trees was more ominous than the ones she’d passed on her own.

“Hawks,” she tentatively called, crossing her arms over her chest, “Where is this place?”

Hawks kept facing the tree. He was intently regarding the natural grooves of the bark, cupping his chin in thought.

“My neck of the woods! Thought it’d be safer to mask your scent with mine.” He mused. There was another pause before he saw it, and the tips of his fingers pushed on the bark pattern to his right—the wood cracked.

Hawks turned towards the maiden. He noticed her expression slowly shine as the door opened, leading to a spiral staircase inside. He beckoned her forward with a reach toward her figure. She didn’t hesitate to walk forward and take his hand.

It took a moment to reach the top of the staircase, but beyond those steps was a hollowed out room. Rich leaves with layered vines melded atop the ceiling, and a few human items were placed around. Among them included a velvet armchair in the corner, with thick blankets neatly folded on the cushion.

Hawks gestured toward the chair, dropping the maiden’s hand. He then tipped his head back as he waved an arm above.

The canopy that made up the ceiling had started trembling, the vines falling loose and gradually stopping. Then they blinked, like they had eyes of their own. And each one ignited with a dim lit glow like a firefly across the evening sky, giving the room a soft warmth it hadn’t before.

“That’s beautiful.”

Hawks dropped his head in surprise. She had stopped moving halfway across the room, with attentive eyes on him. He could see a sheen of wonder on her lovely features, a trace of a smile on her lips. Hawks smiled back.

Good, she was winding down.

“You should see the vines further in! Now, those would really take your breath away.”

“You own more than this place?”

“My neck of the woods, remember?”

Hawks took to playing with his leather gloves, pulling on the fingers to slip off, “So this cat of yours must be quite something. I’ll admit, I’m not all interested in human pets, but I find it curious you’d risk being kidnapped for one.”

The small glow from the vines had revealed a patchy, web of plants around the chair, violet lilies had bloomed every which way. A few more even sprung up from the cushion as she lifted the blankets.

Maybe sitting on the floor would be preferable...

“He was my father’s cat,” she said. She moved to set the blankets down, but Hawks had come beside her, graciously collecting them from her arms. He turned, aiming to put them on the wooden desk—(which was clearly made by human hands.) “He’s the last member of my family, and honestly, that’s more than enough for a reason. ‘Least for me, anyway.”

“So you’re alone?”

She paused. She did not expect such a blunt response, nor did she expect Hawks glancing over his shoulder, curious, would leave her throat tightening.

She quickly turned, pretending to find the black dahlia's on the wall more fascinating, “Yes. It’s been that way since last autumn. My mother died when I was a kid, and my father was killed in a hunting accident. Now, it’s just me.”

“Just you, huh? No males waiting in the wings to ask for your hand in...whatever?” Hawks made it sound like it was absurd. Maybe it was.

She huffed a laugh, smiling at a dahlia, “I don’t think so.”

She was of lowly status with a deceased father who never offered an engagement. He hadn’t flaunted her youth and beauty at social gatherings, or in other towns for that matter. There simply wasn’t time for those affairs when hard labor was required to keep from starving.

“Just when I thought I couldn’t be more fortunate.”

Hawks’ hands slipped around her hips and firmly turned her. She wasn’t used to being touched, not like this. Her skin prickled under his bare fingers, and a familiar heat burned the curves of her cheeks. They were face to face, and a breath closer.

“Did you know I almost let you slip by? It’s not uncommon for humans to venture this far in. Figured you’d turn back around once you couldn’t find who you were calling for, but of course, heh, you fell.” At those words, his thumb began stroking small circles against her hip. Each stroke across the bone jolted down her body, “But when I caught you, I saw it. Saw how scared you were. And I knew...you didn’t want to be alone.”

“Well, yes. I wish I was never alone,” she confessed softly. She slowly began pressing against his hand, just a little, “but that’s something everyone wishes for, isn’t it?”

Hawks smiled at her. Though it did not crinkle the corner of his sharp eyes. “Suppose you’re not wrong there. So why not have someone change that? Why not fill the void? Isn’t that something you’d want?”

With light pressure Hawks steered her backwards, easing her against the stretch of vines across the wall. He didn’t break his stare.

But she could only stare back for so long, dropping her gaze under the intensity in his golden eyes. Delicately, she managed a small voice and replied, “I don’t know.”

Hawks didn’t like this answer. He grasped under her jaw, firmly lifting those timid eyes back to his slightly lidded ones.

“Oh, no, no, I think you do,” Hawks countered. His voice was hushed, a husky and darkened tone,“You’re a maiden. Back home, you’re not allowed to want for things, right? Just sit there and look pretty, keep your mouth shut. Oh but, little dove, here? All you have to do...is give in. Fill that loneliness with your desires.”

She fell still, slowly exhaling through her parted mouth as he tilted his jaw, lingering near her lips. She breathed in his deep herbal scent, and a feeling gathered in her which blurred her thoughts with a subtle ache.

Hawks waited for her motionless to pass, as though he knew what she didn’t. He relished in her flushed features, and he smiled satisfied when her eyes fluttered shut. She leaned forward, and Hawks claimed her lips.

There she goes.

He kissed her in a way that slipped his tongue past her lips, exploring her warmth and digging his fingers in her jawline, controlling. She was forced to stay still, breathing in when he’d part, only to be crushed into his lips once more.

Her head was spinning, so she didn’t notice a pair of thick coils slowly creeping down the wall and slinking around her wrists. Not until a tightening on her skin, and a sudden wrench on her arms, had ripped her from Hawks’ mouth. The lively vines from above yanked her forward, and Hawks stepped back.

While she tried digging her heels in the moss to stop their pulling, the vines only wrenched her wrists back harder. She stumbled into the center of the room. Then they braided into one, hoisting her arms up together, her feet partly touching the ground.

“Hawks!” She called, tugging back on the vines, “What is this? Why are you—“

“—Like I said before, we need to mask your scent,” Hawks said as he strolled nonchalantly from the wall. He brushed his hand across her waist and circled round to stand behind, “And there’s really only one way for my scent to stay on you.”

She tried glancing around, but she couldn’t crane her neck that far, not where she could see him properly. Hawks paused for a moment, and seemingly was fiddling with something near his wings. He was quiet, which only made her tense. She listened for some indication of what he was doing, waiting for him to say something.

Finally, a loud tear of fabric filled the room. Her dress loosened at the shoulders, and cool air brushed her mid-back. Her mouth gaped in a muted gasp. She could only listen as the tear ripped again, and again, with more skin exposed downward.

“You—You can’t expect me to walk out there without a dress!” She countered shakily. She tried biting back the shame bubbling in her throat.

“Oh, certainly not. What kind of fae do you take me for?” He asked, still tearing up her long sleeves. She looked back again, this time she had noticed a red object in his curled grip, gleaming and fairly plush.

A feather?

“I’ll have you wear something better than these rags.”

It took little time before pieces of cloth littered the floor, allowing her simple dress to fall in a puddle around her feet, at last. But Hawks wasn’t done. He knelt softly in the navy fabric, lifting her ankles one after the other, sliding off her worn shoes. They gave a light thunk when he tossed them near the armchair.

Amidst his working hands, the maiden struggled with her feelings. A part of her wanted the crawling binds to let her go, have her drop so she may cover her breasts. She also wanted to kick Hawks for shredding her damn dress into nothing. Better clothes or not, the dress was still hers. But ultimately what curbed her resistance towards Hawks was the guilty pang she felt for doubting him. He was there to protect her; to keep the Unseelie from finding her. And in part, it helped that his light touch pricked at her lower muscles. It kept her wishing for that feeling on the skin again...If only it weren’t so embarrassing.

“Are you scared?” Hawks asked.

The vines must have turned her at one point, for Hawks was kneeling in front of her and peering up with a gentle hand on her outer thigh. The hand with the blood coloured feather uncurled, and the very feather slipped through his fingers like it was alive. It soared up and behind him to blend against his black wings. Then suddenly, it was just another vein.

“I uhm…” She tried managing a calmer tone, but it remained shaken, “I don’t know what to...”

“I know, dove. Trust me, I know,” he soothed, running a hand up and down her thigh in assurance, “Won’t alway be like that, though, not after we’ve done this a few times.”

There wasn’t much time to fixate on what he meant, as two fingers hooked under her last garment and pulled it down her leg to the floor.

Now there was nothing in his way.

Hawks leaned in to press his lips along her inner thigh, trailing up slowly, gently. As he neared the curve of her sex, he hiked the back of her thigh on his shoulder, then her other one followed. Those sneaky binds were clever, really. They always knew when to hoist her higher, and they comfortably propped her in this new position.

“Hawks, hold on, hold on,” she pleaded. It was moving too fast—the sudden shift from the ground left her startled.

Hawks didn’t listen.

His predatory eyes flicked up to find hers watching, her beautiful eyes wide as a doe’s. This made him smirk, though in a way she hadn’t seen before, “Maidens always scream, but I wonder what you’ll say?”

With those words, Hawks tongue delved between her sensitive slit—and she tossed her head back. She was breathing in sharply. Her hips impulsively stuttered toward his mouth as his tongue stroked long and deep along her sensitive spot, but it didn’t compare to when he intentionally flicked against a bundle of nerves.

Oh my god. Oh fu —She tensed, her back arching into the touch. It was a hot pleasure that wildly pulsed inside her, something intense she never felt ‘till then. She had roamed a hand between her legs before in her quiet home, always alone, always rushed. This? This paled, it had never been this much.

Hawks was clearly in tune to her body's spasms. She writhed against his open mouth, while he was pressing and swirling his tongue on the bundle in concentration, his hands slinked up to hold her hips closer. He was set on one thing, his pace was building faster to it. And oh, it rewarded him so handsomely—a rush of excitement struck down to his groin from the sound. Her cries, her moans, her unwinding pitched voice; she was becoming his with every breath.

“Haw-Haw-aks,” it kept breaking from her lips with harsh gasps; her head hung back towards the canopy with glossy eyes. Oh god, she wanted to thread her fingers in his gold locks and press him further in her sex—Yes, fuck, right there, his mouth feels so good. Her shame be damned, all she wanted was for him to keep going.

An unseen smile curled slightly on Hawks’ lips.

“That’s it, little dove,” he coaxed softly between laps, “Just let my name slip out...just like that.”

He returned to latch on her clit. He sucked in hard with a wet noise, and a loud sob wrenched from her lungs. There was so much vigor, he didn’t cease, her winding pleasure rose higher, tenser, with her shaky thighs clamping tight on each side of his head.

“ Ha-Hawks, keep going, oh, keep going, fuck, keep—“ The spasms ripped through her with another sob breaking from her mouth. Her muscle walls clenched violently. She fell into a sense of ecstasy and her orgasm released.

Bleeding hell...She could not believe how wonderful she felt. She was so light in the head.

Hawks lapped along her folds as she rode out the last wave of her climax. He took certain care to run his mouth over her slit, which seeped with glistened come. As he finished, he wiped the corner of his mouth with his knuckle.

“Well, what’s this? Where did my shy maiden go?” He teased, looking up toward her with a playful grin, “You were making the sweetest sounds up there.”

She made an expression which had Hawks chuckling. She really was a pretty girl, with such pretty timid eyes.

Hawks eased her legs off his shoulders, setting her down so she could step on the wood. It was a little hard though, as her tiptoes wobbled about until the vines dropped her lower. After, Hawks pushed up to stand. He pressed his body against hers and he sealed her lips with his. It was short, but she noted her own taste on his tongue before he parted.

“You did good, dove. Heh, ready for me now? It’s my turn.”

He then turned her. It wasn’t surprising Hawks was leading her along with little chance to respond, already brushing his lips across her neck. A hand cupped her breast and began squeezing, while his thumb rolled her nipple with tact, “Don’t worry, I’ll make this feel good...So damn good.”

He might even break her.

“But doesn’t this hurt?” She asked breathlessly. She felt naive, but that’s what the married women in town said. There was pain, and it ended with blood.

Hawk gave a reply she did not expect. His mouth which trailed gently down the curve of her neck, sucked hard into her smooth skin. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine, and her lips opened.

“You feel that? It hurt a little, didn’t it?” He whispered against her ear, “Can’t promise it won't hurt, but I can at least promise my cock will leave you twitching. You’ll be moaning, and when you come again, it’ll be when I’m deep inside you.”

She felt something thick rub between her legs, just then. The hand that toyed with her breast started roaming downward to pull back her hips. His other hand had been working on his belt prior, taking himself in hand with mild strokes.

The lazy work on himself was fine. This wasn’t about him, well—for now, at least. He’d focus on his needs once the intended plan was carried out. But until then, keeping her aroused was Hawks’ priority.

“Just relax...tilt your hips a little more,” he instructed, all while slicking the head of his cock like he’d done for his length. Once ready, he began lining himself toward her entrance, “Yes, that’s right, little dove. Precisely like that.”

She braced her arms against the vines with fingers curled in a tight grip, all while trying to relax her body like Hawks had said. But it was difficult to persist as Hawks advanced, and he slid his swollen cock inside her. A gasp slipped from her lips, her spine curved. He was thick. And as if he were forging through, she felt him strike his hips in shallow thrusts through her wet entrance, sink deeper in her stretching, and pulsing walls.

It hurt, but a familiar ache spread.

“You’ll enjoy it more if you relax.” Hawks' voice rasped thickly. He placed a hand on her lower back, gently rubbing at her spine. His length was still buried, feeling her clench--Ah, fuck. She was damn tight. He wanted to plunge forward, pound her with no mercy. It even took a good deal of restraint to hold still. “Don’t be afraid, I got you...Just let go.”

She can only nod in reply. It was going to be alright; she had to remember that. She exhaled a deep breath and tentatively eased under Hawks palm, eyes fluttering shut. She was ready, and his hands firmly settled on her sides. He then leaned back just so he could thrust forward, setting the pace with long, deep pumps.

She ached. Every thrust left her sore, but the ache was subtly there, building with Hawks momentum. The snap of his hips threw her body back and forth, shaking to his rhythm, his heavy pants in her ear. A shudder rushed down her spine, hearing his lust so crisply behind. Her lips parted to breathe, and her moans spilled out.

“Hnng—Yesss, let me hear you. Fuck, you take my cock so deep,” he growled lowly.

Hawks thrusts were sounding wet as his pounding in her skin quickened unsteadily. He’d admit, this was reckless for a virgin maiden, but he wouldn’t hadn’t planned on stopping now for her sake. Hawks was chasing his own orgasm, and as he mentioned before; this was his turn.

In that moment, she was thankful her arms were strung up, for it was her only support against his unyielding smacks inside her. But the rhythm changed, as Hawks jerked her hips back into an arched angle. Another cry spilled from her lungs.

Christ, why did it feel so fucking good?! When Hawks snapped hard, his length struck an intense patch in her inner walls, and a beautifully sweet mixture of pain and pleasure shook in her core.

Hawks felt her violent twitch, which only excited the fae.

“You like that, sweet dove? It feels like you fucking do! Let me hear you scream!”

She did in fact, cry out.

All her senses fell to the pleasure, the euphoria, the sweet pain of each thrash. And he pounds—and he pounds, and he pounds. Until she felt something warm flood her insides, and another writhing, hot pleasure ignited her nerves in a violent crash.

Then there was only the sound of their heavy breaths. He stayed sheathed inside, all while blood had bloomed across the maiden’s thighs.

***

Just before the evening turned to dusk, Hawks had awoken from the makeshift bed he assembled from the folded blankets. At first, he only buried his cheek into the maiden’s loose hair, and drew his arms tightly around her bareback, just so she fit snug against his own bare chest. She was warm, so soft in his arms as she slept soundly.

Then came a gentle breeze that wisped at his forehead, brushing at his thick pieces of hair.

Swirling on those winds echoed a voice.

“Little dove.”

This only warranted a deep growl, though Hawks hadn’t made an effort to move from his maiden’s warmth.

“Cut that shit out, I haven’t told her yet,” he mumbled with an edge in his tone. He refused to crack open his eyes, and craving sleep more than anything he dismissed the voice abruptly.

The room fell silent.

It obeyed him, not the other way around.

“What’s said is said,” —Hawks adjusted his body, gently rubbing his face on her head, “You wish to never be alone, well, wish granted. You’re mine now little dove...Mine, forever.”

There’s no reply from his maiden, whose gentle breathing was doing a lovely job of lulling Hawks deeper into the pull of sleep. She wouldn’t like it, oh he knew she wouldn’t. But she’d learn to. And she’d learn her efforts of finding her missing cat were all in vain. After all, the cat never made it far into the forest. He scared off that pathetic thing, but he watched the maiden wander.

What’s said is said, and there’s nothing she could do to change it.

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Oooh the fluffy prompts are fun! Could you do “are you sugar personified or something?” with Javier?

Birthday Cake (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Your best friend Javi, the storm cloud to your rainbows and sunshine, is celebrating a birthday today. Gotta cheer the grump up!

W/C: 1.9k

Warnings: language, Javi has dirty thoughts. of course he does.

A/N: idk I just think he’s neat 💖 thanks for the prompt!!

Few people know things about Javier that weren’t common knowledge. Most people know that his full name is Javier Peña, he’s from Texas, he’s fantastic at his job and he’s a womanizer.

You and Steve Murphy are two of the people with more knowledge. You know that he has a sweet tooth but doesn’t recognize it. You know his favorite brand of cigarettes, his favorite brand of whiskey, he always knocks twice in a quick succession on a door. He’s a wild card in the field, but he’s incredibly predictable around the embassy and as a friend.

You work as an Intelligence Research Specialist at the embassy, processing raw data and turning it into intel. This means you work closely with the agents, but Peña and Murphy are your favorites. Steve is the only man who doesn’t hit on you in the entire building, and Javier is the only man who can do it in a way that makes your stomach flutter a little.

You’re the go-to gal for the two mustached men. If they need data, you’re the one they find. And that’s often- the two men love to make impulsive decisions about fieldwork, and you’re the one who has to give them the grounds to go do things. You’re the one who decodes the wiretap that the agents place. You help with interrogations sometimes, and give the men recommendations on what they should do. It’s rare that any of them, besides Peña and Murphy, listen to you, though.

The three of you are the triple threat around the office; wherever you go, the other two men aren’t far behind. They follow you like ducklings to the mother bird with the information, the details, the who-what-when-and-where to their how.

The two men enjoy you too. Steve loves your baking. It reminds him of home. Javier, on the other hand, rarely comments when food is presented to him, but he’ll eat plenty of the sweet treats when he thinks no one is looking. Javier refers to you as a “ray-of-fucking-sunshine,” usually through a mouthful of whatever you baked last. Your positivity and energy is the complete opposite of his gruff demeanor.

Javier really likes you, more than he should. He wants you, wants to kiss you deeply and lay you down on his bed and absolutely destroy you. You’re just so fucking cute, always with that infectious good mood. You see the shit these men do on the daily, and you still seem almost naive. No, not naive. Just hopeful. That’s rare, and Javi admires it.

You like them, as more than coworkers, as friends. Steve is a funny guy. You like him and his wife, Connie. They’re good company. You live next door to the Murphys, which puts you right near Javier too.

Javi, you two called him outside of work. He had a dry sense of humor, and was hard to pull away from the job. They both were. You were better at compartmentalizing than they were. He was handsome and flirtatious, but you figured he’d never like you. Too different of people.

The three of you shared details of your lives at work. Steve would talk about his adoptive daughter’s latest milestones, about his wife and his arguments. You and Javier didn’t have much to share. Your heart twinged every time Steve mentioned another hookup Javier had had.

Something about him is magnetic. Javier makes you grin and giggle and shy away but come out of your shell at the same time. But of course, you’re coworkers and friends. Just friends. It would be impractical to think that you could be something more, if he even wanted to in the first place.

November rolls around in Colombia, and with it comes Javier’s birthday. November 8th, in a year he refused to tell you. Steve told you later. The Murphys and you are the only people aware of this. Javier doesn’t like a fuss to be made over him. Of course, knowing you, a fuss is the only thing practical.

It’s a Sunday when Javier turns a year older. Connie and Steve are doing something with their daughter, probably. Javier doesn’t have friends besides you or Steve. That motivates you to go even grander.

You wake in the morning with a grin. November 8th. After taking your time waking, you find your way to the kitchen and begin the process. You lovingly fold the dry ingredients in a bowl, then add the wet ones. A beautiful looking cake batter forms, and you dare to lick the spoon once the cake is in the oven. It’s good.

As it bakes, you hum to yourself and find your way to the phone. “Murphys,” a sweet voice rings out. Connie.

“Hey lovely,” you say with a grin. “Is Steve home?”

“Yeah, what’s up? Please don’t be calling for work,” she says, even though the tone of your voice indicates it isn’t.

“Oh, no. I guess you’d know: it’s Javi’s birthday. The two of them doing anything tonight?”

“I completely forgot,” Connie gasps. “But no, not that I’m aware of.”

“Just checking. Thanks, girl.”

“Yeah, any time.” Connie hangs up right as the oven beeps that the cake is done.

A knock comes at Javier’s door in the evening. He opens it to find you with a beautifully iced cake, a bottle of whiskey, and a grin. “Happy birthday,” you say as you see him, and his neutral expression grows to a small smile.

“You know I hate birthdays,” he chuckles lightly.

“That’s too damn bad, because I love them. Do you have any plans for tonight?” You ask him.

He’d been considering calling up one of his girls to fuck until he forgot his name or how old he was getting, but he’d much rather be with you. “No,” he shakes his head.

“Wanna share this cake and whiskey?” You ask, hope in your eyes as you lean forward a little.

Javier laughs.

“Are you sugar personified or something? Come on in,” he says and moves to allow you in. You set the cake and whiskey down on his counter and immediately head for a cupboard where you know he keep the plates. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course. It’s my best friend‘s birthday, gotta treat him.”

“I’m your best friend?” He asks, somewhat in disbelief as you return with two plates, two forks, and two glasses of whiskey.

You shrug. “Of course you are. Who else would it be, Steve?” You snort as you sit at his table and he sits across from you.

“Just… no one back home?”

You give him an honest smile, your perky demeanor dropping. “No, Javi. You’re my best friend. I genuinely enjoy you as a person. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

You sigh and reach for your purse. “You’re a piece of work, Peña,” you sigh as you stick a couple of candles into the cake. You don’t smoke, but you carry a lighter for Javier and Steve, which you grab from your purse and use to light the candles. “Okay. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” you sing softly to Javier, grinning and looking into his eyes.

He doesn’t deserve you, he thinks to himself. Someone so beautiful and kind and yeah, beautiful, so stunning, and yet you never go on dates or hook up with anyone, even when it’s so easy. Why? He selfishly hopes it could be because of him.

“Happy birthday dear Javi… happy birthday to you.” He knows the drill. He blows out the candles and they go out easily. “What did you wish for?” You ask sweetly and quietly, slicing into the cake.

“Can’t tell you.” It was you. He can’t tell you that not because he fears it won’t come true, but because he fears what could come after it.

You sigh. “You’re impossible,” you tease and scoop a slice, handing it over to him. He pops the bottle of whiskey open and pours a glass for each of you.

“You’re the impossible one. All sunshine and rainbows in the middle of a fucking drug war.”

You shake your head as you scoop yourself a piece. “Someone has to be. No one else was taking the job. You think I enjoy it? I get pissed sometimes too. I hide it.”

“You, angry? I’d like to see it,” he shakes his head and takes a bite.

Rolling your eyes, you take a bite of the cake too. “Hiding my feelings for the good of others since the day I popped out of the womb.”

His face softens. “Hey.”

You shake your head. “Sorry to be depressing. It’s your birthday, after all. How does it feel to be a year older, hm?” You ask, trying to put the facade up again. It only half works.

Javier sets down his fork. “Hey, brillante.” Shiny. “I know you have more feelings in there. Tell me them.”

“Since when have you been one for emotions, Javier?” You ask dryly and raise an eyebrow.

He nods. “That’s fair. But you can tell me anything. I’m your best friend, right?”

Sighing, you look down at your plate. You don’t want to admit that what you’re thinking about is how you don’t want him to be your best friend, you want to love and adore him and be more. Lovers, partners, anything. “Hey. Answer.”

The frustration gets you and you snap. “I care about you, Javier. I like you. I think about you a lot. As more than just a friend, really. And I shouldn’t, because we’re coworkers and friends.” The words flow before you can stop yourself.

He’s taken aback. He certainly didn’t expect that. “Oh.”

You bite your lip. “That’s exactly why I held that in for so long. Because you responded like that. It’s not your fault, either, so don’t say that, that you’re sorry you don’t feel the same, that-“

Javier stands and walks to your side of the table. He squats to your seated height. “Look at me.”

You do, albeit in a confused way. “Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’m about to do this for me and me alone, because I know you want to do it too.”

“What?”

He kisses you, cupping your face in his hands. He tastes like frosting and whiskey and cigarettes and oh god, it’s heavenly. His calloused fingertips against your cheeks, his warm and plush lips against your own. He means it, you can tell it. He breaks away, breathing heavily. “Hey. My ray-of-fucking-sunshine. I want you, I’ve wanted you for a long time now. Since I first laid eyes on you.” He brings your face close to his. “Never hold it in again.”

You close the gap between the two of you, kissing him again. Hard. Passionately. You hold the back of his head with one hand, the other snaking around his shoulder. You stop for a second and stand, and he follows. “Goddamn, you really are sugar personified.” The gap closes between your lips, from mutual movement forward, into another needy kiss.

You throw your arms around him, making a soft noise of need into his lips. “Javi,” you shudder as his lips trail to your jaw and then to your neck.

“Got my birthday wish.”

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nnatsume · 3 years

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kaoru and his s/o who's in undead?

a / n : ohoho!! will this be my own signature series of requests? i’m not complaining at all. keep sending these, i’m enjoying these a lot more than i thought i would, and it seems that you people like it too! :D so here’s a little post within all the boring maintenance stuff so you don’t get bored!

similarly: rei version

✦ KAORU with a s/o who is in undead!

the fact that you landed in their unit was the highlight of the decade to kaoru. he’ll be thanking rei every time he gets the chance–now he can be with you at all times of the day, and you don’t have to be afraid of any nosy fans, because nobody will suspect anything. you’re both in the same unit, after all. and then he also gets to sing with you. isn’t that the best of all worlds? he’s sure that you’ll be at the top of the industry in no time, when he finds your voice complimenting his own so beautifully. of course it compliments the others' voices as well, but kaoru finds himself swooning on the inside every time he gets to sing with you.

while he can’t be draping himself over you on stage, he sure does in practice. undead doesn’t have much energy in their choreography, it’s mostly voice and visual, so surely it won’t hurt to throw his arms over your shoulder. “i have to hear you well, you know? we have to harmonize in this part..”, he’ll whisper into your ear, a teasing tone. “what better way than this? this way, we can adjust our voices better.” you’ll have to deal with koga’s disgusted sounds between songs. get a room!

you’re idols, so your appearances in public are a little controlled. kaoru can’t hold your hand the way he usually does, but he finds other ways to express his love. and what better way to express unity than matching outfits? if he can’t be tied to you by hand, he’ll be united to you by outfit. he blows his entire allowance from idol work on nice outfits for the both of you shamelessly. he wants to see you in all nice things, and it’s even better when his clothes complement yours. you both end up creating a fashion runway on the side of the road. kaoru has a good eye for clothes, so your attires never miss. he’s gotten you a pair of promise rings as well! that way, at least your hands will assort with each other.

this outfittery probably scores you a lot of modelling jobs together. and that’s a really good bonus to have, because for certain shots he gets to be really close to you. people seem to find it oddly suspicious how accustomed to each other's touch the both of you seem when on the set, but it doesn’t come as an unpleasant thing. in fact, it just makes you and kaoru’s modelling career skyrocket. because wow, you both compliment each other so well! how’d you do that? little do they know that you do that everyday at home. you’re professionals in posing.

and the camera’s flashed again.

kaoru was set behind you, standing up with an arm around your neck. you could only see the red of a silken coat, but his presence was loud and beautiful. he always shone so brightly when on these kinds of jobs–not that he wasn’t always shining, your kaoru was like the sun rising from behind the ocean, but he seemed particularly happy during shootings. “you like these a lot, don’t you?”, you asked during your break, “the shootings. and photo ops, and all of that.”

kaoru perked up, throwing his bottle aside. “you bet i do. does it show?”, he responded, a slight smirk making its way onto his face. you saw his eyes flit to the side, checking for any onlookers before turning back to you, inching closer and closer. “why do you ask? am i too handsome? just say it.. ♪”

you felt heat rise to your face. he was so close. his eyes looked so unusual but enticing, adorned by a perfectly smooth, blue liner. pretty, pretty jewels, shimmering like a tiger’s eye. “i mean.. yes, you are, but you seem much more.. bright during these.. sessions.”

you saw his lids lower, pretty brown eyes glinting in the light. “why, thank you! but i do have to say, it’s all because of you. ♪”, he sang in a whisper, a thumb stroking over the back of your hand. “you’re way too beautiful, really really, i just want to keep up with you. the many times you almost left me in the dust with that pretty face.. i forgive you. but do it again and i might just kiss you right in front of the cameras!”

he, too, makes vaguely romantic comments in public, but gives you the chance to pretend it’s a joke along with him, after he made sure that that’s okay with you. it ends up being a common insider that you and kaoru are kissing on the tree, but nobody will know that it’s actually true. you and kaoru are kissing on the trees in the park, hidden away from everyone else, behind the crowns of leaves. you have to hide a little bit, but that’s just what makes it more exciting. the thrill of a secret love!

he isn’t quite as daring as his senior on stage, but he really tries hard to argue so that you get scenes together at least in the music video. most common argument: “we’re so cute together, splitting us is a literal crime.” koga ew’s in the background once again. while you can’t get scenes together every time, as it would get boring, kaoru is so happy for all the bits you get. it’s really noticable–everyone finds your “friendship” quite admirable. there’s so much trust! you and kaoru always send each other a knowing look when you read the comments, before scrolling on with a good laugh. little do they know.

your social media is supervised, but that doesn’t stop kaoru from posting cute pictures of your outings. your hands together, the jewels of your promise rings reflecting the orange candle light of your restaurant table. you, not paying attention to the camera, immersed in your own world and looking outside. next to the pretty things, he likes to post the ones he thinks are funny. the ugly pictures from a downwards angle, footage of you running to catch the tour bus. “it makes you seem more human, therefore closer to your fans!”, he argues with the company. normally he would have said that he can’t stop posting because you’re too cute, but they would disapprove of that. they allow him to post those eventually, after he doesn’t stop.

tours! kaoru loves touring with you. all the little things. you, on the bus, sleeping with your head on his shoulder after a long stage. the cute lunch boxes you prepared for each other for the longer rides. he gets to see other things with you, throughout japan and hopefully more to come soon! for every tour, kaoru buys you matching trinkets, so you can look back on it and remember what you did. you have a little box each to keep them. kaoru likes to reminisce and laugh with you late into the night. ensemble square hates your guts, but that’s okay, you’re having a good time.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars imagines #ensemble stars imagines #kaoru hakaze #kaoru hakaze x reader #enjoy your kaor

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booksweet · 3 years

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jjk but make it the perfect date (they love you, but you don't know yet) pt. 2

Starring: Kamo Noritoshi x gn!reader, Kamo Choso x gn!reader, Okkotsu Yuuta x gn!reader

Contents: SFW, fluff

Warnings: grammatical errors, both y/n and them are +18

A/N: maybe this is turning into a series hehe I really loved writing this one because I got so immersed into the scenarios and now I can't stop daydreaming about them, yes, I'm having a brainrot. Sorry it got bigger than expected. Enjoy!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

main navi | masterlist

Kamo Noritoshi

I can't help but to think about how nori would be the sweetest person in a date, the perfect partner;

Dating with him means going out anytime, any hour, any moment of your day because he likes surprising you

If you're busy during the time he intends to take you out, he won't bother you, but I assure that the moment you stop, he'll take you by your hand with an smile upon his face

"Nori, what are we doing? Where are we going?" You'd question

"Shh..." He would put his index finger upon his lips, signing for you to be quiet. "It's a surprise."

"But why..." maybe you would try take some information from him, but he wouldn't answer your questions anymore, not about the place he was taking you

His heart is beating faster and faster by the time you're closer to that place, the place he wants to show you so bad

He knows you since you were two kids, but he has never showed you this side of him, the side of him that always thinks of you

"Close your eyes, Y/N." He came closer to you, touching your cheeks softly with his fingers

"Nori, you are making me anxious, what is it?" Your heart skipped one beat, and you were sure Nori could hear that drums in your chest.

You couldn't stop thinking about why you were reacting this way, and now, with your eyes closed, you knew you were blushing, with your cheeks colored in pink

His breath was heavy, you could sense it too, was he nervous as you were?

He took your hand, and you almost jumped.

After all these friendship years, had he never touched you like this, it was a new feeling for you, so you just relaxed and let yourself be taken by him to wherever he wanted to

"You can open your eyes now, Y/N" He would say softly in your ears, hot air warming your body, everything you could feel was his proximity

"Nori..." you caught your breath absorbing everything you could see.

It was a garden. A garden full of blooming flowers, tons of flowers even your sight couldn't count. Your grip on his hand tightened and Nori almost fainted

lowkey nori's nervous af because he's afraid you wouldn't like going out with him suddenly as he did bringing you to this garden

highkey he is blushing so hard right now and you find that's cute

it's getting a little bit bigger than expected, but I can't stop thinking about Nori walking you towards all garden

"Nori, why are you showing me this place?"

"I am..." He would answer while picking one bloommed flower and putting it in your ear. He would also step back just to see your beautiful flustered face. "Because I wanted to show how important you are to me, because when I see you like this, I see my future. A happy future. And I want you in my future, I want us both like this..."

Kamo Choso

since choso reminds me feeling at home, comfy and loved, this is how this date is going to be (I don't do the rules)

as you and choso are childhood friends, it is common for you to stop by his house to check him and his brothers out

So you don't even think twice when choso asks you to have dinner with him;

you didn't even noticed how his voice trembled when he said "He-hey, Y/N, wanna have dinner together with me?"

so you prepare yourself, not with fancy clothes or things like that, your usual t-shirts, favorite shorts and shoes

Yet when you arrive at Choso's home, before you can knock on the door, you can sense a pretty good smell coming from inside

And suddenly your heart starts beating fast, because you know Choso was cooking, and whenever he did it, it was a special date

You couldn't help but to think about what happened that you were about to celebrate

You barely touch the wooden door when Choso's open it, and you can do nothing but appreciate what you see

He looks stunning, he dressed himself up just to see you, even tho you didn't know that

You couldn't see how his breath was heavy, how his heart was pounding inside him, how he felt his face burning

But as the sight of him, you felt a little ashamed, you didn't dress like him, not in your best clothes to see him, not the way he was

"I-" you'd start saying "I didn't know we were to dress like- you know-" and you could sense the words fighting to come out of your mouth, how your throat was aching because your nervousness.

"You look pretty handsome, Choso" You finally mumble, warm growing upon your face

And he could never find you more beautiful and precious to him like in this moment

"Come inside, are you going to be outside during all dinner? I could spend the entire night just staring at your beautiful face, but I think I can do it while appreciating your company and eating, don't you think?"

And you enter his house, you realize you both were alone and you almost start stuttering "Where are you brothers?"

"They are out, is just both of us tonight" He'd say smiling brightly for you "Come here, my lady, take your seat next to me"

He would take you by your hand to the dining table, there are the dishes he prepared for you, everything so beautifully lightened by candles

"Why are you doing this?" You'd question him in low voice, some feeling growing inside your chest. "This is the first time... You know..." you shake your hand information front your face signaling everything he has done until now.

"Y/N..." He would catch your hand before you put it down, holding yours in between both of his. "You mean so much to me, I don't even have words to explain that to you. This is my way to show you how I feel, how much I care for you."

And maybe deep inside him, he just wanted to say I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my body and soul.

Okkotsu Yuuta

Yuuta has always been so shy around you that you don't remember the moment you started to find it adorable

So when he asks you to go out with him, it's quite a surprise

You both have been around each other for almost years, that his presence next to you brings relief to any pain you could've feeling

But he has never done that, never

You can tell he's nervous by his stumbling voice and the little shade of pink coloring his cheeks when you say yes to him with a bright smile

He could swear his heart was about to explode and couldn't do nothing but smile with you

"Oh-oh then I shall meet you later" he would say with a smile that could shine brighter than any galaxy's stars

You were eager to see him later that day, to see what has he prepared for you

He would come by your house nearly the end of the afternoon, right before sunsets, so you could go out together wherever he was about to take you

And when you see an average building, confusion blurs your mind, had you never thought about a place like this

"Where are we?" You'd mutter, not with the intention for him so hear it, but only to yourself

He's a little flustered, but he holds you by your hands, and when you looked at them together...

It never felt so right

"Wait, and you'll see." He would say, anxiety growing wild upon his chest.

He's holding your hands like his life depends on it, but you doesn't even know that

You walk thought the stairs upper and upper, and then when you're at the last floor, he would whisper in a soft tone "Close your eyes, Y/N, can you?"

And when you do this, he would hold your hand tightly with a reassure lovely expression

You would hear the door open, and Yuuta taking you to somewhere at an open field

And you knew you both where at the building's rooftop by the wind singing in your ears

"Open your eyes, it's almost gone." He would say softly, standing behind you but still holding your hands.

And sunset is there to bless you two, shining through the city saying goodbye for the day and welcoming nightfall

At the rooftop's center, there's a table adorned with many beautiful things. actually, all the place is pretty well adorned like yuuta made it just for you two

There's plates and glasses upon this table, and you can't stop thinking about how hard this must've been to do

"Why- why?" You left out a breath you didn't even know you were holding on

"We've been like this forever, and I was so afraid of taking the first step." He would answer, the last daylight making he looks as beautiful as ever. "So, why not surpass fear and fall down on a cliff? If it is for you, I know the fall will be worthy."

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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Gimme Gimme Your Love

For Neo Smut Collective’s Event #3: Risque

▸ Taeil x female!reader ▸ Inspired by the song Gimme Gimme by NCT 127 ▸ Has intense amount of smut, fluff and angst. Fuck buddies au, a bit of CEO au

Summary: A story of begging and understanding. No matter how much Taeil chooses you, love you, or fuck you… you just can’t reciprocate everything that he has to offer.

Word count: 7,508k

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unprotected sex, protected sex, nipple play, body shots, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dining table fucking, rough sex, mentions of rough sex, shower sex, scratching, mentions of bruises because of rough sex, intense amount of swearing, toxic work atmosphere, mentions of over working, female reader wears dress, Taeil is a desperate man, desperate for one specific person only. “couple” fighting and shouting. A/N: Pure fiction. YAS MY FIRST TAEIL ONE SHOT! WAHU MORE TO CUM... I MEAN COME HEhe.

First night together

Every Friday, people who worked their ass off at work and even students who just wanted to have a great Friday evening fill the bar near your office.

Why? Because this bar not only serves good booze and different alcoholic beverages, but this bar has its own Karaoke Fridays where people whom you don’t know cheer and clap for you as long as you’re at front singing, regardless of what your voice sounds like. It was quite addicting actually because singing in front of the sea of people who just wants to be entertained is a good stress release and good confidence boost.

But one Friday night, you felt a different kind of calm when you heard someone singing beautifully while you’re quietly drinking your rum coke.

You put down your drink.

Closed your eyes.

And listened to his voice.

Thankfully the whole place knew that they should at least keep quiet when they hear someone singing so beautifully. “You’re smiling, “ your friend noticed and you didn’t deny it. Slowly, you turned your back to see the face of the man with a beautiful voice.

But just before you lock eyes with him, he already had eyes on you. You don’t know if the song became even more beautiful the moment you look each other straight in the eyes or it’s just the rum coke kicking in. But after he sings and left everyone in awe, you quickly followed him towards the bar and found out that he’s all alone.

You watch him accept praises from people who appreciated his voice, watch numerous women give their number, and flirt with him but he doesn’t flirt back.

“What’s a girl gotta do to earn your attention?” You bravely asked. Giving him a slight hint that you’re flirting too and thank goodness he doesn’t look less interested.

“I don’t know. Be you? You have my attention the moment your body swayed while I was singing earlier” he says, putting down his glass of scotch for you. “I’m Taeil. Moon Taeil”

“Well you shined brightly tonight Mr. Moon” you went closer to him and to your surprise he invited you to sit beside him.

It was a nice flirty chat. The ones you don’t usually get when a man is a complete jackass and only wants to fuck. But Taeil... is something else. Taeil wants to fuck too, but he’s not a jackass. He’s not a pervert who likes startling you with his cold hands on your thighs, but Taeil is the kind of man that you want his hands on your thighs right now and spread them accordingly to his liking.

“My place or your place?” You dropped the question that he has been waiting for you to say.

“Mine,” he says and smiled so confidently at you. Standing up from his seat and showing you the way out of the bar.

As planned, your night is continued in his nice apartment. Tongue to tongue the moment he closes the door, hands around each other’s body while undressing as he motions you to his bedroom. Making a trail of both your office clothes on the floor, letting your bodies fall and bounce on the soft mattress. Hands are busy roaming while your lips are too busy kissing each other’s mouth or skin, and immediately fighting for dominance once you’re both naked and ready.

“Let me be on top, promise you won’t regret it” Taeil said, smiling as he got his fingers running up and down on your wet slit while you’re kneeling in between his legs, hand around his cock and pumping it slowly. You must admit, the man is very inviting. So you comply. “Good girl,” he says and switched your positions.

He kissed you on the neck, touching every part of you and trying to make you remember every second of it. “Will make sure you won’t forget me” he whispers oh so sexily. If his singing voice sounded like an angel singing, his whispers sounded sinful. He kissed you all the way down until he reaches your core, but that didn’t happen fast. Every move he makes is slow and unforgettable, kiss by kiss you smile and whimper as he admires your body. And then, even with warning the moment he parted your folds and licked you up and down, that’s when your mind went blank.

Your mind was blank and all you can feel is how his tongue swipes on your cunt, the feeling of his hand kneads your left boob as he pinches your nipple from time to time to hear you whimper. Your hands are perfectly placed on top of his head, tugging his hair whenever you please and he doesn’t mind. “Move your hips” he says, and so you did. Up and down you move it and just like that you’re in control but it feels like you’re still not. It felt really good pulling him more with all your strength left and feeling his hot tongue go in and out of your cunt.

When you finally feel that you’re on edge and you’re more than ready to dive in headfirst, you let go of his head, stopped moving, and let him take over again. Which was a great decision because he folded your legs and spread them even more, making you scream and moan so loud. Giving you your first high for tonight.

He kissed your body again, feeling your body shiver but his lips are the ones calming you down. “Ready to go again?” He asks nicely, but the way he kisses you changed in an instant which made you sensitive and want him again so you nod your head ‘yes’ immediately. He did not leave your neck, kissing it and giving you love bites while you feel his hand fold your left leg and line his hard cock with his free hand. Taeil made you feel how big and hard he is. Swiping it up and down your slit and making you go crazy by feeling him raw.

“That’s the closest we can get to raw sex,” he says. Annoying you and teasing you in a good way. With quick movements and quick hands, he got a condom from his drawer and rolled it before he pushed in. His head is buried on your neck so you can hear every sound he makes and it’s obvious that it feels good even though all you hear from him are groans and moans. Reaching both of your hands to intertwine his fingers with yours, it felt really good and intense when you feel so helpless and you just let go.

Taeil saw you smiling. Who wouldn’t if a handsome man like Taeil who has a golden voice knew how to fuck good?

“That good? Hmm?” He disturbed your thoughts and started kissing your lips when he thrust deeper, putting his whole cock in. Fuck he’s huge and you can really feel the stretch. But the deeper and harder he goes, you became wetter and moan louder near his ear.

“Not so deep” you struggle to tell him but honestly you wanted the opposite. You wanted him to fuck you hard but you’re afraid you won't last long.

“Don’t worry, if you cum early I promise we’ll go again... for as many as you want” and so he went deeper, pulling out completely, and went back in with a harder thrust that the impact made your boobs bounce.

“Fuck-“ you croak. Then he thrust hard again and again and again. Putting your arms above your head then he started to move so fast and fucked you harder. “T-Taeil,” but he can’t hear you because he's focused on fucking you.

He lets go of your hands and puts them on your thighs, pinning them on the mattress as he drills you down and you moaned so loud that you’re sure his neighbors heard you. Then your toes started to curl again and you clenched so good around Taeil that it made him cum after you. He let out a small laugh and rests his forehead on yours while he shoots his cum in the condom, feeling his warm and sweaty body on top of you. It feels nice.

Pulling out was a little unpleasant because you can feel the sting on your cunt, it hurts but you wanted it.

“We’ll go again only if you want to,” he said and kissed your forehead before he goes to his bathroom and discards the condom.

By the time he went back with a glass of water and a clean shirt for you, you were already asleep and enjoying his comfortable bed like you own it. He shook his head in disbelief and snorted, kissing your body and cleaning your thighs before he dresses you.

It was a perfect evening, and Taeil is beyond thankful that he scored a gem because of his angelic voice. Totally unexpected and this night may count as a one night stand, but he is positive that you have his heart already. He wanted to sleep beside you but he was afraid that you might wake up uncomfortably if you see him sleeping beside you, so he slept on the couch.

On the next day, Taeil woke up earlier than expected even though he’s incredibly tired from work the other day plus the fucking from last night. Maybe he’s just excited to see you again.

He then stretched his body quietly before checking up on you, expecting that you’re all dressed up and ready to leave him. But to his surprise... you’re still sleeping soundly in his bed.

“You’re even beautiful when you sleep,” he whispered and walked quietly towards you to put down his curtains so the morning light won’t hit your eyes and disturb your good sleep.

But he failed.

“What are you doing? Come to bed again, it’s the weekend,” you said groggily and pat the side of the bed. Inviting him to sleep again because you thought he slept beside you. Of course, he followed what you said, it made him happy. “Feels good to be waking up with you instead of some random jackass,” you murmured and pull him to an embrace. Making him completely shocked and overwhelmed. Taeil didn’t have a choice but to sleep again and enjoy your warmth.

Who is Taeil?

When you’re both finally up and made breakfast for lunch... in bed... you and Taeil did a question and answer while eating pancakes.

His sweet smile cannot be easily ignored and that shit made your heart beat so fast, thankfully you’re drinking freshly squeezed orange juice and not coffee.

“So you work with music, your clients are singers and musicians, so that makes you a producer? Am I right?” You were trying to guess what he does for a living by just looking around his very nice apartment. “I also have a great feeling that you’re a big-time producer,” you added and put a piece of pancake in his mouth.

“Close,” he said while chewing and smiling so handsomely. “CEO and producer,” he finally said it. Watching your jaw drop in amazement as he laughs so loud because of your funny reaction.

“I made the CEO sleep on the couch?!” His laugh became even more louder and you just watched him, but when he’s done laughing, he came closer to you to put the plates on top of the bedside drawer.

“Did you really mean what you said earlier?” He asks softly, spreading kisses on your leg and all the way up until he reaches your inner thighs and kisses your clothed pussy. Putting his head inside his oversized shirt and started to spread kisses on your body and soon he’s sucking your boobs. Good thing you’re leaning on his headboard and you’re sitting comfortably, this position is perfect you thought.

“It’s nice if you could answer my question-“ he giggled when he came out from the inside of your shirt- his shirt.

“About waking up with you beside me and not with a random jackass? Yeah,” you didn’t mean to moan but the way he kneads your boobs under your shirt felt so good while his lips are busy kissing your neck. “Oh Taeil,” you moaned again when you felt his hand creeping on your lower abdomen and shamelessly remove your panties. Pulling them down and throw it on the side, spreading your legs perfectly just the way he wanted.

The position that you’re in right now made you so open and you bet this will feel good. When he removed his boxers and threw it near your panties, you felt this sudden urge that you want him to fuck you already. “Quit playing games Taeil,” you put your own fingers in your mouth and put it on your slit to make it wet even more. Taeil then did not delay it any longer and lined his cock on your entrance, watched it go inside your cunt, and feel your tightness again.

He’s fucking you slow again and damn this man is testing your patience, “harder,” you kissed him with want, licking his lips and sucking his tongue. Asking him over and over again to fuck you harder because you miss his roughness already.

“Harder,” you begged again and lifted your shirt to show him your boobs. Hoping that it made him crave for you and push him to fuck you harder. “Fuck me harder please?” You moan out and you didn’t expect to be on edge so soon. Oh this man is good.

When you finally stopped begging and let him do what he wanted, he started fucking you harder when you finally closed your eyes, roll your head back, part your lips, and arch your back. Holding on to his back so tightly that your nails are digging into his skin and he is more than sure that it will leave a bruise.

He fucked you hard. Put his hand around your neck, kissed you, and took your breath away as you finally come to your high and your body started to shiver and tense up. But the man above you kept on fucking you hard and deep until he finally pulled out and shoot his cum on your boobs. Painting your body with his hot cum. Filthy. But this is better because you’re not on the pill.

With heavy breaths and weak body, you both collapsed on the mattress and stare at the ceiling. Waiting for each other to come down from your highs.

“Thanks for pulling out, didn’t have the energy to push you away,” you said and kissed his cheek in a friendly way.

“Am I going to see you again once I let you step out of my apartment?” He asks, caging you with his arms and covering your exposed boobs.

“Oh you bet,” he was happy with your answer.

“I should start buying dozens of condoms then,” he giggled and started tickling your sides which was your weakness. He remembered from the question and answer earlier.

“Okay okay-“ you catch your breath and thankfully he stopped, “You feel much nicer without a condom, I’ll take the pill for you- I mean for me”

“For me?” He teased you back, you just rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Want to go again? I’ll get some condoms,” he said inviting you again by kissing your neck. And so you guys fucked again the whole afternoon and spend the night weekend together.

7PM

For three weeks straight now you’ve been seeing Taeil and going out with him. And he was great. Great in the kitchen, great in business, and of course great in bed... but most importantly, the man is a natural when it comes to taking care of a woman. He knows how to touch you, he knows how to listen, when to have sex, when to have rough sex, everything. And he can do this perfectly because he likes you and he’s trying his best to be the right man for you.

The only problem is, you don’t like him as much as he likes you. You like him as a great man, of course, who wouldn’t. But you know he deserves to be with a woman that can match his perfection.

So instead of building a relationship with Taeil, you made sure that you’re only after his good company and not his love. Everyday, you ring his doorbell by 7pm like clockwork and he will welcome you with a handsome smile and attack you with kisses the moment you step inside his place.

“You look good, are you tired? Made us dinner, eat with me before you leave”

But you never leave early. Even if you have to, you always find a reason to stay. He’s just very inviting without even trying, comfortable to be with and you love that about him. “I see you’ve changed your mind....again?” he giggled while drying the plates with you. He was talking about you staying longer than expected. “I’ll get you some comfortable clothes,” he rolled his eyes playfully and left you in the kitchen.

Taeil has become your usual 7pm. Your calm by 7pm. Your favorite part of the day. And you may not know but you are his favorite part of the day too.

“You look tired, what have you been up to?” He asked while rubbing your tired feet. Enjoying the glass of wine in your hand but you put it down and sat on his lap.

“I’m on the verge of being promoted,” you finally said it but you don’t look so happy and he noticed.

“But?” he started caressing your thighs softly with his hands and giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze to help you relieve your stress.

“There's four of us, and there’s a huge chance that I won’t get that promotion- you see, you CEOs are always like that. You toy with your employees, you want to bring out the best in us but by the end of the day you will just disappoint us but the company already benefited,” you reached for your glass of wine and finished it in one down after you finished your rant.

Then you kissed his lips with want, tasting the sweet wine through his lips and tongue.

“Wow- I didn’t expect that. Didn’t even saw it coming? Are you drunk already?” He asks, totally shocked about the kiss.

“No. Not even close,” you said. Leaning on his chest perfectly and listening to his heart. “Your lips can make every frustration that I have disappear”

“Well then don’t stop,” he says. Cupping your face and leaning closer towards you, waiting for you to initiate the kiss. You then wrapped your arms around his neck and traced his perfect features with your fingers. Admiring his handsomeness through minimal light from his window, smiling because his catching your fingers with his mouth and kisses your hand. Why can’t you love this man? Everything about him is perfect.

And for the much awaited kiss, you kissed him with want again. Pouring every frustration to him until the kiss felt really good and sincere that Taeil believed that someday you will give him a chance to love you.

You kissed and kissed him until you fall on the soft cushion and position Taeil in between your legs. He lifts your oversized shirt just above your chest to expose your boobs and immediately sucks your nipples and spreads loving kisses on your body. Taeil’s cold hands give you a shiver that goes straight to your pussy and make you wet. He then saw your neediness again, smiling and satisfied with the outcome.

“I’m not going to fuck you here, calm down,” he whispers and went back to kissing your neck and brushing your nipples softly with his thumb. Which fucking felt good and made you moan. “Were just going to play for tonight, didn’t want to exhaust you”

“Sounds good. But play fair,” you said and tugged his shirt. He complied and removed it immediately. “You’re so hot,” you murmured and palmed his clothed hardening cock through his sweat pants, he then went back to licking and sucking your nipples. Spreading spit all over your chest area because of too many wet kisses and you see your nipples swollen already. You moan and arch your back, feeling every swirl of Taeil’s hot tongue around your nipples and loving the sound of wet kisses that he makes. It’s quiet in his apartment, cold because of the air conditioning but you love every second of it.

He bit your left nipple, which made you moan a little louder and hold on to him tightly, but he pulled away immediately after teasing you to grab his glass of wine and drank a little. Taeil holding a glass of wine, shirtless in the dark made him extra hot. And seeing his abs under the soft moonlight from his windows made your heart race so fast that you shamelessly ran your hands around his body. “Like what you see?” he smiled, you nod.

You wonder why he’s still holding the glass of wine. Is he done for the night already?

“No, we're not yet done” he said as if he heard your thoughts.

To your shock, he pours the cold wine on your body and quickly slurped it. Completely ruining his couch for the name of lust. He poured it again, and down the wine goes and stains your lacy panties. “I hate you,” you murmured with a smile, while he’s busy licking your body.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said, kissing your lower abdomen before winking and completely removing your panties.

His cold tongue swipes up and down which made you close your legs but Taeil was quick to stop your legs. Now you have no choice but to endure what this man has in store for you. He finally drank the small amount of alcohol left from his glass, came closer to you and kissed you sweetly only to transfer the alcohol to your mouth. Taeil then immediately proceeds to licking your cunt and spreading your folds so he can reach deeper. Flicking his tongue faster which made you curl your toes and cum in no time, pushing his head away from your cunt and trying so hard to get away from his strong arms but you can't.

Shivering because of his cold place and from your amazing orgasm, he pulled down your shirt and spread kisses on your legs so you will feel his warmth. “I will promote some of my employees tomorrow. On your behalf, thanks for the lecture” he joked and kissed you on the forehead. “What will I do without you?”

“You will be perfectly fine without me. Look around you. You’re a great man Taeil, you deserve someone great too” you rake his hair away and there he goes again, catching your hand and kissing it one too many times.

“You’re great too and I like you,” he said in a teasing voice. Even though he perfectly knew that you’re not on the same page.

“Don’t like me. Seriously Taeil, were doing fine-“

“And I’m not planning to ruin us. Gotcha. Come on, I’ll clean you up then let’s sleep” He stands up and offered his hand. Ending the conversation that can hurt both of you if it further continues.

On the next day, you woke up earlier than Taeil but you cuddled for a few minutes before you hit the shower. You showered him with loving kisses and whispered sweet praises that you mean while he was sleeping but you ended up waking him up. “Do you have work today?” he said with a hoarse voice and wraps his arms around you.

“Mhmm. Don’t forget you have employees to promote today,” you reminded him of what he said to you last night which made him smile and nod his head. Closing his eyes again to sleep more.

“I freed my other drawer and put your stuff there,” he murmured before going back to sleep. You see, Taeil is such a good man that he shared his apartment with you and let you have a few things over just so you can feel at home. So whenever you sleepover on a weekday, you don’t have to worry about your office clothes.

After you took a bath and you were walking towards his walk-in closet with just a towel wrapped around your body, he caught you in his arms and brought you back to his bathroom. “Taeil no- I can’t be late!” you giggled but you feel weak because of his kisses and tickles. Removing your towel with one swift move and just like that you’re ready to take a shower again, but this time with Taeil. He removed his robe and exposed his hot body to you, joining you inside and putting a hot shower for both of you.

“Feels good?” he asks and you nod your head ‘yes’. He started caressing your back with his fingertips while you initiate and put soap in your hand. Spreading it generously around his body and feeling his hot body, muscle by muscle while you’re skin to skin.

Taeil looked so hot. Like a porn star but better because you can touch him. “Want me to rough you up before we head to work?” he asks so nicely while he nibs your earlobe.

“Yes please,” you moan out when you feel him lift your one leg and told you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist so he can line his cock and enter you raw. Slowly and without enough foreplay. It stings a bit, but it made you hold on tighter to him. He pushed you against the glass wall, loving how your wet skin feels against his. Thrusting upward so hard that you hiss and moaned loudly, but the sounds of your moans just makes Taeil unbelievably horny that he slapped your ass and thrust faster.

He was so deep because your position was perfect. Kissing your body and your boobs while he fucks you, feeling his roughness by the way he held you against the glass wall, with how he thrust and whenever he kisses your lips with want. “Oh fuck,” you pulled your body closer to him because you wanted him deeper, actually you’re positive that he already rearranged your guts but you want more.

When he finally came, he pulled out immediately and watched his thick cum drip from your hole. Playing with your clit as you come down from your high with weak legs but Taeil got you. “How about a proper shower?” you kissed him and stopped him from having a round two because you’re both going to be late if this shower moment will be longer than expected.

“Will I see you tonight?” he asks without making eye contact because he’s busy fixing his necktie for the third time. You stopped for a minute from dressing yourself and fix the poor man’s tie for him. Loop after loop he watched you and adored you, asking the question, “What will I do without you?” Taeil then turned your body around and helped you zip your dress up, looking at you through the mirror and stopping himself from kissing your neck.

“Again, you will be totally fine. And to answer your first question, sadly no. I have overtime tonight. If I really want this promotion, I have to show it to my boss”

“Overtime is fine, I can wait. How about a late dinner? I’ll come by your apartment with some take out?” he offered. Of course he will never take no for an answer so you just accepted his offer.

As you two part and get on with your jobs, Taeil is already looking forward to dinner and can’t wait to finish his work. You, on the other hand, thought of Taeil’s words these past few days. Thinking about how he constantly says that he will not survive without you, something so... little but it bothers you so much. You know that he likes you, and you don’t have a problem with that. However, it will be a great problem if he starts asking for something in return. Which you can’t give. Clearly.

What if one day he asks you out on a proper date? How will you turn down that offer when you can’t even say no to a simple take out?

What if one day he confesses something to you, but you don’t want it. Specifically love. How will you turn down the great opportunity to love a great man?

What if one day he wants to make love and not just fuck or fool around anymore?

Is it better to cut ties now, before it’s too late? Or do you want everything to fuck up first before you stop seeing him?

“Hey-“ Your co-worker disturbed you and your ugly thoughts. “You okay?” she asks and you nod with an awkward smile. “Boss wants to talk to you. About the promotion? Heard he dropped someone already, so good luck” she added and you quickly got on your feet and made your way to your boss’s office.

The moment you closed the door and he gave you his attention, he then informed you of the unfortunate news, apologized and complimented you for your hard work. But honestly, all you can hear now is a ringing sound in your ear. The whole time he was talking until he dismissed you and made your way to the lady's bathroom.

You didn’t cry. But you feel so unaccomplished. And that’s fine because you have all the time in the world to try again and show them that they made the wrong decision.

“Hey Y/n, your overtime is canceled. You can go home on time tonight, so sorry about the promotion” your co-worker once again disturbed you and your thoughts when you came back to your desk and then heard your phone ringing. It’s Taeil and you’re not in the mood to talk to anyone. You just want to be alone for a moment and let things sink in.

But Taeil being the overthinker between you two felt that something is wrong already. So he respects your decision and waited patiently for dinner to finally see you.

As planned, he went to your apartment with bags and bags of takeout and other snacks that you love. He sent you a message before ringing your doorbell saying, ‘It’s Taeil time!’ and saw a big smile on his face through the intercom.

“You know my code why didn’t you welcomed yourself in? Hi,” you opened your door widely and wrapped your arms around him because he couldn’t. “I had a bad day,” you said and kissed his nose.

“Mhmm. I knew it because you weren’t answering my calls. How bad are we talking about? Do I need to beat someone?” he joked but it’s his way to cheer you up.

“I didn’t get the promotion” you finally said it and helped him with the bags. The moment the bags are on the kitchen counter, he pulled you in for a comforting hug. The kind of hug that you usually get from a close friend or a family member. That’s why it was so comforting that you didn’t want to let go so soon but you’re both starving already.

And the night was spent well and went well than expected. You told him about the promotion and he listened attentively, as always. Providing further comfort by massaging your toes and ankle. He also washed the dishes and cleaned your kitchen so you can tell him more about your day and he can listen to you more.

“I didn’t know I needed someone, it’s nice to have you here,” you said, hugging him from behind after he’s done with the dishes. Kissing his strong back, nape, and neck to express your gratitude more. “Can you stay the night?” you asked when he turned around and faced you. He shook his head ‘no’ which made you pout cutely.

“What? You can’t stay at my place but I can treat yours my second home?” you giggled and came closer to him, acting cute so he will give in to your request.

“No it’s not that- Don’t act cute,” he said and wrapped his arms around you. “I have to go back to the office tonight, I have clients waiting. Were recording for a new album,”

“Ah, okay” you let out a heavy sigh, expressing your defeat but it’s okay. Taeil has done so much for you tonight. “Promise to call when you get home?” you added and he sealed his promise with a kiss. Even praised you and whispered encouraging words near your ear before he pulls away from his tight embrace.

Later that night, while Taeil is working late with his clients all he can think about is you and whether he did the right choice about leaving you alone tonight. Disturbed and really out of focus, Taeil tried so hard to accompany his clients still with all his energy left.

Honestly, he was tired and sleepy and he kept thinking about you. And the moment the last client finished recording, Taeil bolted outside the recording studio and drove back to your place with tired eyes, body. and mind.

He welcomed himself in, hopefully he didn’t wake you up. Only to find you sleeping on your couch uncomfortably and freezing. He let out a heavy sigh and quietly murmured, ‘what will you do without me?’ and giggled because he wasn’t serious about his question.

“Hey,” he whispered while caressing your head. Waking you up with soft and quiet kisses. You didn’t say anything, but you spread your arms and gave him a tight hug, thanking him in your mind for coming back but you’re just so sleepy to talk. Then you saw his tired eyes and you loosened up his tie and some buttons from his dress shirt too.

“Move over?” he says and joined you on your couch. Thankfully it’s big enough for the two of you but still, it was uncomfortable, but no one cares because all that matters now is each other’s presence.

Taeil then can finally close his eyes, dive to the warmth that you’re giving him and finally rest while his arms are wrapped around you.

Even though at first you thought that you don’t need Taeil to give you the comfort that you’ve been craving for, but now, you must admit that you needed him after all.

Draw a line

The rejection from the promotion happened a month ago already but you’re still pretty bitter about it and you’ve been working your ass off, showing them that you’re worthy of the promotion. Week after week, you accept over time and do not complain about a single thing. That’s why you’ve been really stressed lately that you almost feel sorry for Taeil because you always take it all out in bed... or wherever you fuck.

“Are you going to be comfortable there?” he asks with ragged breaths as Taeil lifts your skirt and removes your panties as quickly as he can.

“It will, just fuck me hard,” you said as you lay down on Taeil’s dining table and spread your legs open for him. You watch him spit on his fingers and put them straight right to your cunt and massage it a little so you can get wet more. With his strength, he pulled your legs closer to him which made you reach for the corners of the table so you won't fall off. Which you almost did because his first thrust was really hard, “Yeah- fuck just like that, harder” you moaned and grip the wooded table tighter as Taeil fucked you harder that you felt his dining table move. Then he put his thumb on your clit and massaged it with the right amount of pressure to put you on edge in no time, making Taeil thrust faster and bite his lower lip as concentrates while fucking you. Looking so hot than ever.

“Fuck you. How can you be so hot-“ you whined and sat up. Reaching for his face to rake his hair away to see his handsome face more clearly now. You rolled your head back and grip his locks as you focus on the sensation that’s happening in between your legs. And the more Taeil fucks you faster, the tighter you hold on to his shoulders and scratch his neck or whatever skin you can reach to bruise. He groaned so loud near your ear but it was satisfying for you as you try to close your legs over and over again but Taeil’s hands kept your legs open, giving you no other option but to clench and unclench around him.

When you looked down in between your legs, you see his cock still inside you while his cum is dripping on the table. He reached for your lips to kiss you before he pulls out and kept your lips together when he reached down to run a finger up and down your slit to tease your sensitive cunt. “Enough- please” you giggle and tried pushing him away, thankfully he stopped and put you down the table.

“Go shower, I’ll clean this up” Taeil said and kissed you one last time before putting his cock back in his pants.

Usually, he was the one leaving bruises on your body whether it’s a hand mark from a hard slap on the ass or a few love bites here and there, but lately he lets you take control and you’re the one roughing him up to the point that sometimes he needed a serious cover up for all the bruises that you caused. “I’m so sorry, I promise to cut my nails soon” you apologize while putting more ointment on the bruises around his neck and back.

“It’s okay. Do you hear me complain?” he snorted and kissed your hand. “But I’m more worried about you. Are you okay? I noticed you’ve been overworking yourself” he said and made you stop with what you’re doing.

“Just office stuff- I’m fine, Mr. CEO,” you kissed his shoulder and helped him put on his sleepwear. “You always fuck my stress away, so I’m okay”

“Right- well, good night then” he kissed you on the cheek, fluffed his pillow, and turned his back against you before he turns off the lampshade.

You knew that somehow you offended him again but he didn’t mention anything. Maybe it's because he was sincerely concerned about you and you were being a bitch by telling him that his only purpose in your life is to fuck your stress away. And that he wanted you to open up to him but you keep your walls up because he’s not on the right position to worry about you. Good job.

And that is the first time you felt ashamed for using someone so decent and nice for your own selfish wants. Ever since you met Taeil he was bold and sure about his feelings for you but you always tell him to stop being so clingy or too sweet because you two are just fucking.

Maybe this is the time you’re most afraid of.

After that misunderstanding with Taeil, waking up beside him became heavier and it even added to your stress. You started to have cold mornings and quiet nights together until you both got sick and started fighting like there's no tomorrow. You started questioning yourself, why do you even bother going to his place and sleeping on the same bed with him?

Given that you grew cold towards him, Taeil is desperate to make peace and bring back the warmth in your relationship. But sometimes, he can be too much to the point that people thought you’re officially together and you don't like that idea.

“‘A girl who can’t earn a promotion so she fucks other CEOs!’ that’s what’s spreading around our office Taeil! Do you think flowers can fix what we fucking have? Well, it didn’t. You made it worst!” you scoffed and tried so hard to stop your tears, “Can’t believe we're fighting over a fucking bouquet of flowers,” you said sternly. Crossing your arms in front of the quiet man in front of you.

He hates feeling this small. He hates it whenever you shout at him while his intentions were clear. Taeil just wants to show how serious he is. “Okay, I will never give you flowers again. I’m sorry, now can you please calm down and let's stop fighting from now on?” he bravely came closer to you to caress your shoulders and offered to hug you. But instead, you pushed him away, and scoffed. Showing him that you’re frustrated and disappointed with him again.

“I don’t know what you fucking want anymore! How hard is it for you to swallow your fucking pride, huh? Okay! What do you want?”

“What I want is for you to stop acting like we're together because it’s not going to happen! Face the truth!” you shouted and slapped the bouquet of flowers to him. Completely ruining the perfectly arranged bouquet that Taeil took time to pick at the flower shop earlier.

All the gifts, the flower deliveries in your office, his 70 missed calls during office hours… it’s all too much that you feel like you can’t be comfortable around him anymore.

But even though everything is becoming blurry between you two, sometimes there are nights that you forgive each other. Or maybe you’re both incredibly tired from work that you don’t have the energy left to quarrel or argue. Which leads to fucking without looking at each other directly because now you’re both ashamed of how you used each other for sex.

So you stopped coming to his place and stopped responding to his texts little by little.

Taeil was not stupid to not see that you’re distancing yourself from him. He saw it coming, but you were too precious and special for him already that he can’t just let you go and forget him. No. So the desperate man made desperate moves, forcing himself to believe that someday you will see that he loves you truly and eventually come back.

You stopped receiving jewelry maybe because he knew you will only send them back, but dinner invitations kept on coming and you can only imagine him waiting in a classy restaurant, looking so handsome but you’re still you’re not going to see him. He stopped sending you flowers too because it reminded him of the awful fight that you had not so long ago, so he sent you your favorite take out instead.

But on top of that, he always goes to your apartment and left food, a letter, or any kind of gift on your doorstep, not even going to try and open your door even though he knew your code by heart.

Day after day he hoped that you will open your door for him again and welcome him with open arms and sweet kisses like you used to. But a month has passed already and you haven’t talked to him even just for a second.

Until he finally decided to stop.

You just arrived from a tiring day at work and you noticed that there were no gifts at your doorstep, only a video message on your intercom. To your surprise, it was Taeil with no sign of positivity on his face, no smile, no gifts in his hands, just pure sincerity and sadness.

“To tell you the truth I’m getting sick of you telling me and reminding me of my role in your life and that is to fuck you and be your fuck buddy only- I was mad because I wanted more and I couldn’t understand why you can’t accept my love. But when you stopped going to my place and started blocking my calls and texts, I realized that I would rather be someone who fucks you than be a nobody all of a sudden. But now that it’s all clear to me that you really want me to be gone in your life, I respect that. I- I love you Y/n, and I’m sorry for being desperate. H-have a great life.”

And just as you thought that cutting ties with Taeil will give a great relief... it didn’t. In fact, it even made your heart feel heavier than ever and you couldn’t believe that you can understand and relate to what he’s saying. Now that he has completely given up on you, you feel alone all of a sudden and it didn’t feel nice. Not even the slightest.

But you’re ready to be miserable everyday, instead of going back to his arms and feel all the guilt and shame again. And you know that this will be for the best.

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