#This man loves exactly two things: his boyfriend and his stomach being full and I love that for him tbh
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There are only two things Simon will take his time to describe in full: the meal laid in front of him and what Baz is wearing, aka the meal laid in front of him
#This man loves exactly two things: his boyfriend and his stomach being full and I love that for him tbh#He loves Penny too but it’s different#baz pitch#simon snow#simon snow series#snowbaz#carry on#awtwb#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#wayward son
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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 ᯓ ᡣ𐭩
synopsis: you get arrested and sent to the fortress of meropide after being oblivious to a Fontainian crime, so your boyfriend Nuevi gets you out by striking a deal with the Duke, Wriothesley ;)
tags: threesome, double penetration, semi-public, vulgar, explicit
wrd cnt: 500+
a/n: repost/rewrite from first acc!
You couldn't believe the circumstances you were in, who knew Fontaine had some obscure rules with loans? One overdue day and you'd have rather get strucken by a loan shark than be sitting in the Fortress of Meropide right now.
You did get one call though, and of course the most sensible person to contact right now was the Ludex, who just so happened to be your partner. He could surely get you out of here, if anyone.
It was almost a whole hour wait, as Neuvillette was in the middle of a trial, but left as urgently as he could to come get you. That wasn't the only obstacle, the most difficult was the Duke.
"I'm sorry Neuvillette, I can't bend the rules for you" the brown haired man stammered on, "as much as l've done it before...this one's out of my control. She's in the files now." He explains. "I could try but it's too risky".
You heard back and forth for some time.
After what seemed to be hours of negotiations, it seemed your boyfriend ran out of all his other ideas.
"If it's really this hard" Neuvillette said, putting a firm grasp on your thigh, pulling it open slightly, "I don't mind...sharing some of the difficulties with you, Wriothesley. You've always been one for risks."
You felt your face burn in a deep pink hue, was he really about to whore you out? In this cell?
"Wouldn't be the worst thing to happen..." You thought in your head.
"Mr Wriothesley, there must be a way we can figure this out?" You plead. Going along with your partner.
"You two...you're quite forward huh? Do I follow you clearly?" He asked, standing from his chair to approach you two while loosening his tie.
It was exactly clear, and Wriothesley was exactly right.
"This place is quite uncomfortable, I can't believe you'd subdue her to this, Duke."
"Well I'm not the one who built it you know, I just run the place."
"Well honestly we need to reevaluate, seems all too gauche." Neuvillette admitted, complaining about the bars he was pressed up against.
"S-slow down- fuck..." You breathe out, barely managing to keep your eyes open while the two men bicker while deep inside you, all too casual in such a risqué act. Your back was pressed up against Neuvi, resting your hands on his arms which held you up, cupping your ass, while Wrio held your legs up, pressing closely to your front while they both put their cocks in your wet hole.
"Aww...getting tired? I can assure you it's better than staying in here my dear" Wrio says, gripping your legs tighter as he smirks down at you "If you were to stay any longer, I'd be real hard for me to ignore you now after this..."
You hear Neuvillette scoff at his flirty remark, "treading dangerous waters now Duke, be careful" he said, a slightly threatening tone.
"Lighten up...just making some conversation." He says annoyed, tilting his head in curiosity at your face, shifting down to whisper close to you, pressing your legs against him closer in turn.
"What's your name sweetheart?" He asks. His lips brushing against your cheek.
Out of breath, you mutter it out for him, almost unnoticed over the sound of your sticky cum soaked cunt and his lower stomach slapping together. Your moans bounced off the walls in the cold dark room. You wondered if anyone could hear you.
If anyone was listening to you mewl and cry in pleasure over getting stuffed full of cock.
"Fuck...you're so tight, Y/n..." He grunts out, fucking you even harder now.
"You're being so good my love" Neuvillette speaks into your other ear, "I'm sure we'll get you out of here now" he assures, caressing your waist with his thumb as he holds you up, his cock slowly hitting the gummy spot in your pussy, completely opposite of Wrios animalistic thrusts. "Right, Wriothesley?"
"Fuck- you feel so.... Huh? Oh yeah just- don't worry hun...I'll..." Wriothesley rambles incoherently, drunk on your pussy.
whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
#jo’s posts#genshin smut#genshin impact#genshin impact smut#wriothesley smut#wrio smut#wriothesely x reader#wriothesley#wriothesely genshin#wrio x reader#neuvillete#neuvillete x reader#neuvillette smut#genshin neuvillette#neuvillette genshin#neuvilette genshin
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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Forgetful as a goldfish
(request) kazuha, kaeya and scaramouche - separate -with a s/o that barely eats anything because they always forget and never notice it.
✦ Warnings: reader is gn! No pronouns used, forgetful reader obv, tough love (?) slight kaeya/Wanderer mischaracterization???
✦ Notes: actual footage of me speeding through rqs before Christmas and im also rlly excited. I'm gonna stay up late so i see santa/father Christmas :3 jk I'll be sleeping like a baby. Also this is short I'm sorry 🎅
Kazuha
- Kazuha, being quite a calm and collected samuri , doesn't particularly invest in others lives; usually letting them walk their own path, yet when it comes to his lover, you. Kazuha tends to pay more attention to your habits and the little things about you.
- at first, your seemingly harmless forgetting to fill your stomach was just a silly mistake to him, thinking perhaps you were just a hard and busy worker, until it became constant. You never seem to eat, nor starve or crave. He doesn't understand how you survive everyday.
- He knows you must eat to maintain energy and happiness, so being the lovely boyfriend he is, he takes time out of his day to frequently remind you to eat something, even if it's just a snack.
- eats with you so you feel more comfortable/less pressured because he's the perfect boyfriend ^^
Kaeya
- this man is probably loaded with mora. So, he might just buy you fancy tasty treats until you gain an appetite or start reminding yourself to eat something delicious. Dinner dates at the tavern/favourite restaurants because he wants to spoil you until you're broke.
- sends some dude with his captain privileges to deliver snacks during the day if you're at work or at home with little love notes because he wants to treat you like a princess/prince/royalty, he loves you a lot.
- on his lunch breaks he comes to your home/work to eat with you and have picnic dates sometimes (anything to get outta work!/j)
Wanderer
- notices, asks you about it after like two days, then his mission to make you remember to eat again begins. It's scary actually, I can see him appearing behind you all of a sudden to ask if you've eaten.
- he WILL cook for you, full course meals if he has too. Wanderer is the definition of 'tough love' in a way, like for example. Wanderer will feed you gently whilst insulting you for being stupid and not eating.
- Wanderer doesn't need to eat since he's a puppet but will eat with you to make you feel better about it.
- is a worry wort even if he doesn't admit it. It could be 4am in the morning and he'd be waking you up to ask if you ate breakfast last week on thursday at exactly 9:36 am then gets fuming if you say you hadn't.
- sometimes you feel like you're being watched when he manages to fin you during the day, asking if you want to go have some lunch with him.
don't share my work anywhere ty!!
Also heres Christmas scara wip/sketch
#genshin impact#fanfiction#genshin impact x male reader#genshin impact x reader#x reader#genshin impact x female reader#wanderer fluff#wanderer x female reader#wanderer x male reader#wanderer x reader#scaramouche x female reader#scaramouche x male reader#scaramouche x gender neutral reader#kaeya x fem!reader#kaeya x male reader#kaeya alberich x reader#kaeya x reader#kaeya x gender neutral reader#kazuha x reader#kazuha x gender neutral reader
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✧ written for 'charm' ✧ word count: 548 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: fluffy and humor! also eddie being roommates with stobin ✧ @steddiemicrofic (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
It’s a lazy Saturday and Eddie has never loved waking up late more than this moment.
Sunlight filters through the bedroom window, shining directly onto the expanse of Steve’s back like a beacon, highlighting every mole and scar and muscle in golden light. He sleeps on his stomach, because he’s a weirdo, with his arms crossed under his pillow. His face is right in front of Eddie, who smiles when those pretty lashes flutter.
“Mm?”
“Morning, baby.” Eddie presses a kiss to his forehead, fireworks lighting up his chest when Steve blinks his bleary eyes open and smiles the sleepiest, sweetest little thing.
“Mornin’,” he yawns and even the ever-invasive morning breath can’t keep Eddie from enjoying the moment. “Breakfast?”
By the time they get downstairs, Robin’s already up and scribbling away on the kitchen table, the lid of a pen being crushed between her teeth. She gives them a wave without even glancing up from her papers and Eddie snorts when he realizes there are at least three pens, all with their lids off, stuck in her hair bun.
Steve looks over at him from the coffee machine and gives him a small smile, setting off even more fireworks that fizzle at the tips of his fingers. He reaches out, he doesn’t know (or even care) for what, and settles a hand on that small spot on Steve’s back, right where his tailbone is. It’s funny that people have tailbones when they don’t have tails. If Eddie had a tail, he could - he could do all sorts of things, couldn’t he?
Humming, Eddie strokes his hand up Steve’s back, smirking when he shivers but still stares at the coffee machine, his cheeks turning a pretty pink. With a tail, Eddie muses as he reaches the nape of Steve’s neck and rubs circles at the warm skin, there’d be even more to touch, right? He could wrap it around Steve’s ankle, slither it up Steve’s leg, brush up against his thighs and keep them apart until -
"Hands off, that's soulmate-only privileges."
Eddie blinks at the firm grasp his wrist is caught in. Robin is holding his hand away from Steve’s head with a glare. Damn, she has a strong grip, Eddie can’t even wriggle his hand at all. “What privilege?”
“Steve’s hair.” She says and lets go as Steve shuffles away towards the stove top, his coffee mug full and steaming.
Wait, what?
Eddie scoffs. "Uh, I'm his boyfriend? I totally get to touch Steve’s hair."
"Oh I'm sorry,” Robin gasps, her eyes wide and her tone sickly-sweet. “Did I stutter? Did I fucking say boyfriend privileges?"
“I – what?! I totally get boyfriend privileges, I get to touch his hair!” Eddie sputters, looking over to Steve as he starts cracking two eggs with one hand (damn that man for his ability to do anything and make Eddie wanna kiss the life out of him) into a frying pan. “Right, Stevie?”
His boyfriend, sun to his moon, light of his fucking life, shrugs and gives a sleepy, "It's her good luck charm."
Robin walks backwards and leans against Steve, pointedly ruffling his hair. "Exactly. It’s finals week and you will not blow this for me, Munson.”
Eddie throws his hands up. “Guess I’ll just suffer then!”
#steddie#writing#microfic#steddiemicrofic#sailor✧writes#what's this?? a prompt that could easily be turned into a fantasy or horror story?? and sails DIDN'T do that????#i know i'm shocked too#this one was the first thing that came to my head though so i wrote it out before i could lose the spark#this is also possibly one of the sappiest pieces of writing i've done and i'm pleased with that#this was gonna be rated G and then eddie got thirsty thoughts and i was like 'god damn it'#even when i'm not writing monsters i'm still writing monster thoughts apparently
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being silly
summary: based off that one @d3rpydoods animatic on raiden and smoke
warnings: none :)
Raiden sat underneath a large cherry blossom tree, occasionally brushing away the flower petals that fell onto his book, and ran his fingers through Tomas’s silver hair. The assassin had laid his head onto Raiden’s lap earlier, essentially trapping him to the spot. Not that Raiden wanted to be anywhere else. It was one of those rare days where neither of them had duties to oversee. With Raiden being Earthrealm’s champion and Tomas being the 2nd in command of the new Shirai Ryu, the two of them rarely had time for themselves. But, perhaps the waiting was worth it. Tomas had brought a picnic basket full of both of their favorite foods, there was a slight breeze that kept the heat away from the both of them, and neither Kuai Liang nor Kung Lao were bothering them. They had fed each other pastries, caught up on the many different things that Liu Kang or Kuai Liang sent their way, and they were both now relaxing under the shade of the tree.
Raiden removed his hand from Tomas’s hair and licked his thumb to turn the page of his book. It was some old novel that Liu Kang had recommended, saying that he would enjoy the book, and Liu Kang was correct. But, Raiden figured with Liu Kang creating everything, he would know exactly Raiden’s taste in books. The champion looked down once again to admire his boyfriend. Tomas always looked so beautiful, even with his eyes closed, and the champion wished that the two of them had more time for each other. Tucking Tomas’s growing hair behind his ear, Raiden went back to his book, letting the words bring his mind back to a peaceful lull.
After a few minutes, the Earthrealm Champion looked up from his book when he felt Tomas rise up from his position and turn over to trap Raiden’s legs underneath his stomach. There was a small pout on the Czech man’s lips, and Raiden wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss the man senseless. However, he refrained from doing so when he saw the questioning look in Tomas’s eyes.
“Would you still love me?” His boyfriend asked.
Raiden blinked in surprise, a bemused expression falling onto his face. He struggled not to laugh for a moment, but got his composure enough together to ask, “...if what?” Tomas threw himself onto Raiden’s chest dramatically, and Raiden let go of the book to hold his distressed boyfriend in his arms.
“No! That was the question!” Tomas whined, jutting his lip out even further in an attempt to look as pouty and adorable as possible. Raiden felt his heart stutter for a second.
“What prompted the question, love?” Raiden asked, rubbing the back of Tomas’s back as the man buried his face into Raiden’s chest. The silver-haired man muttered something incomprehensible into the white fabric of Raiden’s robe, and Raiden quirked his eyebrow up.
“What was that?”
“I just saw something online, and you were supposed to say yes. Something about you always loving me or whatever” Tomas lifted his head, a red flush on his cheeks, but he kept his gaze averted from Raiden’s eyes. Raiden smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to Tomas’s forehead.
“Don’t be silly. Of course I would still love you. No matter what.” The Earthrealm Champion answered, bringing the assassin up to straddle his hips so that they could properly kiss. Tomas melted into the touch and brought up his hand to cradle the nape of Raiden’s neck as their lips moved against each other. A tender feeling arose, one that curled low in Raiden’s stomach and filled him with a warmth one would feel after settling next to a fire after a long day of working. After a few seconds, Tomas pulled away from Raiden’s embrace, and Raiden simply let his hands rest on Tomas’s hips as the assassin sat in his lap.
“Would you like to finish this book with me?” Raiden removed his hand and picked up the book by his side, and Tomas nodded. The silver-haired man turned around, his back comfortably flush against the champion’s chest, and Raiden continued from where he had left off. Soon enough, the raven-haired man noticed that Tomas had drifted off to sleep again, and Raiden smiled. Pressing a soft kiss to his boyfriend’s temple, Raiden continued to read. He wouldn’t trade this for the world.
#noodle’s writings#fluffuary 2024#mk1#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat fanfiction#mortal kombat#raiden#smoke#tomas vrbada#raiden mk1#smoke mk1#thunderclouds#raiden x smoke
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Seeing him tonight, it's a bad idea, right?
Pairing- Nanami kento X reader
Chapter 2- And I know we're done, I know we're through,But, God, when I look at you
Synopsis- kento Nanami is your ex-boyfriend. He's cold, stoic, and more importantly, the crush of your new friend. Being the good friend you always are, you should keep your hands off him, but..... can you?
Chapter 1-
Nanami kento recently rejoined jujustsu high, and you couldn't understand your feelings regarding the news. Texting nanami was either the best or the worst decision, but thankfully for you, it didn't go that bad....
You knew nanami. This is exactly how he responds... he's a stoic man. You knew everything yet your stomach churned, as if expecting something different. "He moved on, and so should I," was your mantra. You kept chanting it. It was stupid, but it reminded you of the necessary.
Packing your lunch, you knew you'll meet him today since every teacher at jujutsu High shares the same staff room. You promised to compose yourself. You have to. You want to you need to.
It was quite a hectic day. Your eyes tearing and burning from working long hours in dim light. The autopsy was rather difficult because of the cursed technique used. Finally, after filling out the report analysis, you opened your phone, getting tons of messages from the group chat.
The idea of your co-worker and your ex-boyfriend together made you nauseous. You never thought about it, nanami with some other girl, it was made you break into cold sweat. You never got to move on. Why does he? He broke your heart. He made your life harder, every night you'd cry yourself to sleep wishing that kento would reverse his decision of leaving you and just come back to you after all, wasn't he truly happy with you too?
Pushing the thoughts aside, you checked the time. 3:25, the lunch was over, and you were starving. Since all your work for the day was finished, you decided to eat your lunch in peace in the empty staff room.
Your bento box had eggs and chicken with rice and curry in different smaller containers. Everything was freshly prepared by you that morning. You remember how kento loved having your meals because they just "tasted better and fresh."
Your peace was soon interrupted by the staff room door opening. The blond you didn't really wished to see standing in the doorway. He took one glance at you, his poker face doesn't show any emotion. You shift uncomfortably trying to focus on your food as you scroll through the recipe book on your desk.
The blonde took his seat at the corner of the table and took out a book himself. You couldn't help but look at him. His face was stressed yet somehow relaxed. His crisp suit had no crease, and you knew he smelled absolutely amazing. You missed being in his arms. The only thing you wanted was for him to pull you in his arms and let you marinate in the aroma of him and his cologne. A sigh escapes your lips.
No class? You ask
None. I thought taking a break to read would be nice. What about you? Didn't see you at lunch
Ah, I had a case, quite a difficult one. Was finishing up reports during lunch. I'm starving. You motioned to the bento box, "want some?"
He loved your cooking, but you were sceptical if you crossed a line asking him to eat.
Sure. He smiled. Goddamn that smile.
He came closer and took a seat beside you. Taking a pair of chopsticks, kento dug into your lunch. Smiling as he enjoyed the nostalgic taste. The vegetables tasted fresh and crisp. Chicken was well seasoned and rice was perfectly cooked. You just knew how to hit the spot.
"Delicious!" He commented, and took another bite of rice and chicken. I've missed your cooking so much. He said, not paying attention to your now reddened cheeks.
Suddenly you were too full to eat anything. In awe to see your kento delightfully eating. You loved that man and no matter how much time passes, you cannot let go.
A sudden click of door takes you out of your thoughts, it's Midori along with Yuuji Itadori who's carrying a bunch of papers for her.
"Sensei!" Little angel greets you before turning to nanami.
Nanamin! Ooh, gojo sensei was looking for you, I'll tell you you're here with y/n sensei.
Your chuckle makes nanami a little embarrassed. 'Don't call me thar itadori kun. And no need to call gojo San over. I'll contact him myself Don't worry.'
"But I think it's a cute name nanami San..."
Midori your newest friend and co-worker whined, placing the papers on her desk she sat on the edge of the table in front of nanami. Na-Na-MiN sounds adorable.
Midori's voice made something inside you snap but you had to keep your cool, after all, you guys weren't together or anything. Yuuji excused himself while nanami and midori went on bout their days. Jealousy wasn't even near what you felt. A part of you was sad seeing kento so happy and cheerful while talking to midori, he deserved it all but just why.......why couldn't it be with you???
#jujutsu sorcerer#jujutsu kaisen#jjk nanami#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento#jjk smau#nanami smau#jjk drabbles#request#ask#jjk kento#tumblr blaze#jjk x reader#jujustsu kaisen x reader
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headcanon of Julius with a FtM trans Bf thats a witch?
oh yay, Julius HC ask right away!! 🖤 Julius is my favorite 🖤 alright,
Julius with a trans boyfriend who is a witch:
Julius didn't bat an eye when you told him that you are trans.
"I like men and youre a man, simple as that."
a warm feeling spreads through your heart and you smile at his response. You know all the horrible deeds your demon boyfriend commits, and at times, even feel badly that you chose to be with someone capable of such awful. Things like this, his unwavering acceptance of you, act as the reminders why you love Julius so much.
When you tell Julius you're a witch, thats when there is a big reaction. his ears perk up. Julius looks at you in fascination, sets down his thread and needle to give you full attention.
You're taken by surprise to see him abandoning his work, he never does that.
"tell me, y/n, tell me everything now!!" Julius demands, smiling almost like an eager child with sparking curiosity in his light blue eyes.
Butterflies fill your stomach. You can't help but blush. Julius chosing to abandon his work in order to give you his undivided attention is the highest compliment.
The way Julius is looking at you has you flustered. Now you aren't quite sure where to begin, and fumble for words.
Julius stands up and takes your hand, leading you to the couch. As you walk, you can't help but once again notice how much your boyfriend towers over you, and everyone else. You love it, it makes you feel safe. Julius is dangerous but not towards you - he'll be dangerous to anyone who tries to bring you harm.
Even though you can protect yourself very well as a witch, Julius is still going to be over the top protective of you. It's part of the package deal that's dating Julius. You think it's sweet.
Julius sits on the couch, and you go to sit down next to him, only to find yourself being picked up and gently dropped into his lap. His muscular arms wrap around you,
"Y/N, I said tell me everything - you know I'm not a patient man~" the last part is playful, not threatening.
You nod and begin to tell Julius about your roots as a witch and all about the times when you were still learning to perform magic.
Julius is listening intently the entire time but he does often interrupt, blurting out a question or a compliment.
You answer all the questions and blush at the compliments, thanking him.
The two of you are up nearly all night talking. It warms your soul to see Julius so invested and interested about such an important part of yourself.
"I'm so glad you told me, my darling. I feel closer than ever to you now." He tells you
"You do? Why?"
"Yes, because now I know that neither of us are exactly human, are we?" He winks and kisses your cheek. "How about tomorrow, you show me some of your magic?"
You blush a bit and you nod, but ask him "why not today?"
"Because today, maybe I want to keep you preoccupied with something else, my beautiful witch~"
Your blush darkens as your lips meet each others. Julius was right, you think as the two of you are kissing, it really does feel like the two of you are now closer than ever before.
Hope this was okay!! 🖤 feel free to send more requests (especially more about Julius 👀)! 🖤🖤
#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta x y/n#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta headcanon#creepypasta#julius the dressmaker#creepypasta fanfic#julius doherty#creepypasta hc
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The Beginning of Brooklyn’s pregnancy
This is a little drabble detailing a little of Brooklyn's initial denial that she had concerning her pregnancy, as well as how Kinsley and Mason found out! Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: brief mention of abortion (but it’s not explicitly referred to as that), vomiting
“Brook, you have to stop this,” Dae-sung sighed from his spot sitting on her bed in her bedroom. Brooklyn was in the en suite, carefully examining the two pregnancy tests that she had just taken.
“I just need to be sure, you know?” She replied. “Before I tell my parents.”
“Babe, you’ve taken easily 15 tests since you told me last week and I don’t even wanna know how many you took before you told me.”
“Kenny unnie said that it was about 20, I think.”
“Kim Jina,” Dae-sung called out and Brooklyn sighed, knowing that her boyfriend was serious whenever he said her full Korean name. She walked out of the bathroom and over to him, standing in between his legs as he grabbed her hands in his. “I know you’re terrified but you have to face reality. You’re pregnant and that’s not going to just go away.”
“No, I know,” she nodded.
“You sure that you want to go through with this?” He wondered and her eyes widened considerably. “I’m only asking because it seems like you’re having a tough time with this and you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Of course I’m having a tough time with it,” Brooklyn scoffed. “I’m only 18 and I’m pregnant by a man who’s getting ready to debut in an idol group and won’t have time for me or the baby.”
“Hey,” Dae-sung replied in offense. “That’s not fair and you know it. We’ve been together for a year and have my commitments to the group ever gotten in the way of our relationship?”
“No.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m sorry Dae,” Brooklyn pouted, reaching up and cupping his face in her hands. “I’m just...scared shitless.”
“Hey, I’m not the most confident about being a father either,” he chuckled as his hands came up to hold onto her wrists. “But we got this. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you even before you got pregnant, you know that.”
“I do.”
“So as I see it, we’re just skipping some steps,” he shrugged. “But I love you and that will never change, ok?”
“I love you too,” Brooklyn grinned, leaning down and kissing her boyfriend firmly. When she went to climb into his lap though, Dae-sung stopped her by grabbing her hips with his hands. “What?”
“As much as I’d love to carry this further, I have rehearsal,” he reminded her, making Brooklyn groan loudly.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I’ll walk you out.” After Dae-sung grabbed his things, the two of them walked downstairs hand in hand before making it to the front door.
“I’ll call you tonight, yeah?” Dae-sung said and Brooklyn nodded.
“I love you,” she whispered and Dae-sung leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I love you more,” he smiled, squeezing her hand before letting go of it and walking out of the house. As soon as Brooklyn had shut and locked the door behind him, she suddenly felt nauseous and booked it to the downstairs bathroom. She emptied the contents of her stomach, groaning loudly as her throat began to burn.
A few minutes later, Brooklyn had brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out before stepping out of the bathroom, only to run right into her mother.
“Brookie?” Kinsley called, her eyes widening when she saw how pale her daughter looked. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine,” Brooklyn nodded as Kinsley reached out and cupped her cheek.
“Brook, I heard you throwing up,” Kinsley revealed, and Brooklyn knew then she was caught. “You never throw up. So, what’s going on?”
“Mommy, just leave it alone,” Brooklyn whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she pushed past her mother and sprinted upstairs to her bedroom. However, Brooklyn knew her mother and it wasn’t long until she heard a soft knock on the door before it was pushed open.
“Oh baby,” Kinsley sighed, walking over and climbing onto Brooklyn’s bed, pulling her youngest daughter’s body closer to hers as Brooklyn sobbed harshly.
“I’m pregnant,” Brooklyn revealed. “I’m sorry Mommy.”
“Baby, you don’t have to apologize to me,” Kinsley told her.
“But aren’t you mad?” Brooklyn wondered as she looked up at her mother, tears streaming down her face. “I’m only 18.”
“I know that and no, I’m not thrilled about it but this is your life Brook, not mines,” Kinsley explained. “Do you plan on having this baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s your choice and as your mother who loves you, my job is to support you,” Kinsley said.
“I’m so scared Mommy,” Brooklyn whimpered.
“Oh my baby,” Kinsley cooed, tucking Brooklyn’s face into her neck as she proceeded to rub her back firmly. “I know. Having a baby is a scary thing, at any age.”
“Were you scared?”
“Oh, all four times,” Kinsley laughed.
“How did you get through it?”
“Well, I just remembered that all four of you were made from the love that I share with your father and that helped,” Kinsley replied honestly. “Speaking of that though, does Dae know?”
“I told him last week,” Brooklyn said.
“How does he feel?”
“He’s nervous but he promised to do his best to make it work, because he loves me.”
“See?” Kinsley smiled softly. “I know you’re young and that this whole thing was probably the result of not completely thinking your actions through-”
“Or not thinking at all,” Brooklyn scoffed.
“But you love Dae, I know you do. I see how you look at him and you wanna know something?” Kinsley asked.
“What?”
“He looks at you the same way your father looked at me when we were your age,” Kinsley revealed. “So it’ll take work but I think the two of you will be just fine.”
“Oh, I love you so much Mommy,” Brooklyn sniffled, hugging her mother tightly.
“I love you more,” Kinsley replied.
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“Daddy?” Brooklyn called out as she knocked on the door to her father’s office at the JWA building the next day.
“Brookie, hi baby,” Mason smiled, waving his hand for her to come in. “Come in, come in.”
“I’m not interrupting, am I?” She checked as she paced further into the office, bypassing the chairs that were there and instead hopping up to sit on top of his desk.
“Nah, I’m just looking over some business stuff but that can wait, you’re more important,” he replied before looking up at her. “Everything ok?”
“Um, kind of but I needed to tell you something,” Brooklyn began, taking a deep breath before letting the words tumble out of her mouth. “I’m pregnant.”
“I know that,” Mason shrugged.
“What?!” She exclaimed. “How?!”
“Brook, the signs have been there for a while,” Mason chuckled as he sat back in his chair. “You’ve been sick, you’ve been looking pale, you’ve been wearing sweatshirts and oversized clothes when we usually have to pay you to not wear a crop top, and you haven’t been eating as much as you usually do.”
“You noticed all that?”
“I notice everything about you guys,” he replied. “Hell, I’m pretty sure that I knew you were pregnant before you did.”
“Probably,” she nodded in agreement. “So you’re not mad at me?”
“Well, I’m not overjoyed about it but you have to make your own decisions,” Mason said. “I’d be holding you back from growing as a person if I tried to make them for you.”
“You sound like Mama.”
“Of course you told her before you told me,” he rolled his eyes playfully.
“Daddy, you know how Mama is. She figured it out and started looking at me with that Min stare,” Brooklyn told him.
“Ohh, you didn’t stand a chance then,” Mason laughed. “Are you going to have this baby? Is Dae going to be around?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Then I’ll support you,” Mason stated firmly. “I know it’s scary but you got this, ok?”
“Ok Daddy,” Brooklyn nodded, smiling when Mason grabbed her hand and kissed it firmly.
“My strong Brookie.”
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Conflicted
pairings: (Y/N) x Rindou Haitani
Summary: Rindou and (Y/N) have been friends for the longest time. She’s always had a crush on him, but hasn’t pursued him because of her parents. She’s happy with the boyfriend they’ve picked for her… Or, is she?
warnings: cursing
further warnings: none
The breeze felt amazing on your skin as you sat in the light of the setting sun. Your headphones were over your head, one side on so you could hear your surroundings.
The sidewalk you were sitting on began to make your butt numb as you waited patiently for your best friend to come out of the convenient store.
“okayy, i got your sandwich and drink, that’s what was taking so long” Rindou huffs as he approaches you.
“what would i do without you” You joke.
“exactly” He playfully dusts off his shoulders and you roll your eyes.
“where do you want to eat this?” You ask, walking back towards the car.
“probably here, the city always looks nice at night” He answers. You nod and unlock the doors. The two of you climb in and you search for a spot and gave you a better view of the the lights.
“park there” Rindou points towards a bus stop. You park there and open the roof to get the full sight, it was always stunning.
“woah… looks at this..” Rindou says, sounding amazed.
“i know right?” You chuckle and look over. Only to find him staring down at his box of wings.
“they gave me all of these wings!” He smiles. What a foodie. You laugh to yourself and unwrap your sandwich.
The sound of chewing was beard throughout the car and you stopped eating and peeked over at him.
“wut?” He asks, cheeks puffed from the boneless chicken wing he was currently eating.
“music” You say and hand him your phone. He always would complain about songs you picked so you let him do the honors this time.
After a few seconds, a bass guitar was being strummed. It sounded familiar but you tend to forget what songs are in your list.
“i can tell by the title that this is ass” Rindou scoffs and you frown. You keep the title and it all comes back to you. You used to listen to this ong all of the time.
“you picked it, now listen, hater” You turn the volume up a bit.
There is a boy I know
We are friends, we are more than
Cause every time he looks at me, I get electric shocks
In my brain and in my heart, but he is not the one i love
You continued to eat your sandwich, but avoided looking at Rindou while the song played. You knew it would probably be awkward.
You use to relate to the song so much, still do. But eventually we all have to grow up. You could feel Rindou taking small glances between you and the radio screen.
You decide to take a quick peek at him, only to accidentally lock eyes. You look away immediately, but he was still staring at you.
You look back up and neither of you said a word, nor looked away.
Still, every time I look into his pretty eyes
Rindou and Ran had the prettiest eyes. The warm and welcoming violet always hid any ill will.
I think of all the things i didn’t even try
You’ve never done as much as kissed him, you’ve always wanted to. You just want to know what they feel like. Your eyes drift from his and focus on his lips.
And though I know that it’s only chemistry
You’ve kind of always had a feeling like the two of you wouldn’t get back the friend zone. But you were too young to understand the gravity of his presence.
There’s nothing in the world that I can do about it
You didn’t know when it’d happened. But Rindou’s lips were right on yours. You were frozen. You weren’t sure if this was really happening.
That was until his tongue ran along the slit of your mouth. You parted your lips and your tongues danced with one another.
His lips were soft and a bit sweet from his meal. His hand rested under your chin and your stomach fluttered.
But I love, my boyfriend
Mmm… Wait. Your boyfriend. What are doing kissing Rindou with a boyfriend? You quickly pull away and Rindou looked as if he was hurt.
He is good to me, he’s a good man
“what’s wrong?” He asks, genuinely concerned.
“this is wrong, fuck Rindou!” You put a hand on your head and sigh.
He takes care of me, when I need it
“well… I don’t regret it” He says quietly. You look at his face to find it’d become his normal blank look.
“still, Sam is going to hate me when he finds out” You shake your head.
He’s the one i want to have children with
“you don’t even like him (Y/N), just drop him” He shrugs. A shift in mood happened in an instant. Is he for real?
“are you stupid Rindou?” You start off. He looks taken aback. “you know my parents. you know that they’ll kick me out or send me away!” You frown.
“they can’t do either of those if they can’t find you.. Remember when we were in junior hi-“
“Rin, that was a stupid idea made by two 13 year olds.” You say sharply.
Your phone suddenly rings and speaking of the devil. “hello?”
“hey (Y/N)!”
“hi sam”
“…everything okay?” He asks.
“oh yeah, im just a little tired from school” You answer. It was the truth.
“i see, well, i’m at your house. i brought some dinner for you and your family!”
“thank you Sam… i’ll be there soon, i’m in the city” You smile a little. He really was sweet.
“okay, come quick! it’s your favorite”
“okayy” You hang up the phone and wrap yo the remainder of your sandwich.
“don’t go.” Rindou says firmly.
“why would I listen to you? all you do is run around down with your little crew” You spat.
“i know you’re mad for what ever fucking reason, so i’ll let that go.”
“whatever.” You scoff. You were well over the speed limit, trying to get out of this conversation asap.
“that’s all you’re gonna say about this? about your life?” He asks in disbelief.
“what the fuck is “this”? There can’t ever be anything more than what is is right now. I wouldn’t be able to live it down!” You frown.
“… is us that bad to think of me as more than a friend?” He sourly chuckles. You blink and few times and slow the car down. You were just talking like your parents, that wasn’t what you felt.
“Rindou i didn’t mean that” You speak softly.
“fuck that, let me out here” He bags up his food and takes off his seatbelt.
“Rindou wait”
“just shut up” You immediately stop the the car and look at him with your eyebrows knitted. He storms off in the opposite direction you were going and your phone rang again.
It was Sam. Fuck i’m taking too long.
You could’ve cared less about dinner at that moment. You just wanted to go after your best friend..
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Jackson
*Jackson smirks a bit as you light up at the idea of the Waldorf’s being here, knowing that you loved being the one to bring people to the Ford’s side, you proving to be very useful and having such a way with people that made them like and trust you immediately, that being a trait that Jackson lacked, so you two made such a good duo* They were out of the country, came back just for this little soire. The Waldorf’s may love a sweet treat, but they also love a chance to gossip under the guise of working. *Jackson doesn’t follow your eyes as you glance out to look at the crowd, just admiring you instead, actually forgetting that your boyfriend was even stood there, it being so easy for him to fall into a trance when he was with you, the rest of the room always seeming to fade to black when he looked at you* *he frowns a bit when you look back up at Matt, quite ticked that he didn’t have your full attention, being quite used to that and he knew he was being petulant* *he glances down as you explain everything to Matt, knowing that had to be a bit of a kick to his ego, knowing men and how their brains worked, they didn’t quite enjoy having things explained to them and feeling on the outs of a conversation, especially someone like Matt*
*Matt watched the interaction between the two of you, feeling sick, the intense flavor of the scotch causing his stomach to churn and he felt anger boiling inside him, hating this moment so much, wanting to turn you around and leave this bar, leave this stupid huge mansion, get back into that stupid car that brought you two here and go back to your quaint flat and drink cheap wine from and watch shit television and eat cheap take out food, he just wanted you back, he didn’t know this version, this business savvy and professional seeming person who knew how to fucking network and knew about the Waldorf’s and what they did and didn’t like, he didn’t understand any of this* *his eyes narrowed as he noticed Jackson’s eyes on you as you looked away, not able to distinguish exactly what was going on in his arrogant little mind but he seemed to be admiring you?* *his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your voice, looking back down at you, nodding as you explained* Wow… That sounds all quite… posh. *Matt didn’t really know what to say, he didn’t fit in here, he didn’t know anyone or what they invested in or what they owned, he felt utterly and completely out of place*
*Jackson furrowed his brow at Matt’s words, glancing over at you with a bit of a confused look but brushing it off, knowing that the other man was uncomfortable and assumedly out of his league here so he wasn’t going to press like he normally would, regardless of how incredibly hard it was for him to keep his mouth shut* Well, I should be on my way to do my own networking of sorts. It was nice to meet you. *he gives Matt the same curt nod as he did before, his gaze moving back to you, his eyes lighting up just as he looked over your features* Please, come find me once you’ve got the Waldorf’s on the hook and I’ll give you your next assignment. Enjoy yourself. *he refrains from winking at you even though it had become a thing in the privacy of his manor, knowing it would send Matt into a fit, just giving you a small lopsided grin as he raises his glass to both of you before turning and walking away, ignoring the intense pull that was nearly forcing him to turn back around, hating to leave your presence but knowing it was needed right now, he couldn’t linger no matter how badly he wanted to*
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*grins at Jackson, excited about the prospect of this challenge and the fact he trusted me with such a big assignment, chuckling a little as he mentions their love of gossip* That’s true of everyone here. *grins before turning back to you, expecting to see the same excitement on your face after I’d explained how big of a deal this was and how important they were in this circle of people but when you just look at me a little blankly and say that it was posh, my face falling a little and feeling my stomach clench with embarrassment and disappointment, you coming off as slightly rude and not liking that, knowing posh wasn’t a compliment and thinking you’d at least try and show to be interested or to understand* They’re a big deal, it would be a huge success if they’d work with us. *murmurs but my voice slightly softer now, not as up and hoping that you were just being this way because you didn’t fully understand, trying to give you the benefit of the doubt by explaining it* *bites my lip with doubt before looking back at Jackson as he begins to make an excuse to leave, offering him a small smile as he says to come and find him afterwards, it not quite reaching my eyes but trying as I nod* Will do, see you later. *murmurs softly, watching him go before turning back to you, feeling a little cautious now* I need to go and speak with them...*i didn’t really want to ask you to join me but I also didn’t want to leave you out either, stuck with what to do and hoping you wouldn’t be mad that I had to work*
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Put a blade to my neck and call it a collar
Chapter two
Shorter one today
Tw: poison
Kyoya was a selfish man, he knew this well. Selfishness ran in his blood and even Fiyumi was selfish- albeit less so than her brothers. Kyoya knew that he would usually do anything for what he wanted, and he hadn't lied about knowing how to compete for a taken boy.
Unfortunately, as he lay next to Tamaki in what must be the most awkward sleepover they've ever had, he felt his head flood with guilt. Haruhi was lovely, a truly lovely young woman. Someone who Kyoya could honestly say he cared about and had learnt from. Yet here he was, having made out with her boyfriend; he was a terrible friend.
To be fair, it was kind of Tamaki's fault as well. He was the one who had come on to him, and he was the one who already had a girlfriend so it was technically more his fault than Kyoya. Which raises the question why blaming Tamaki made Kyoya feel even worse?
It's because he's an idiot. Probably.
This never would have happened if Kyoya had agreed to go camping; they would be in full view of everyone and therefore wouldn't have even gotten the chance. So it was really a matter of did Kyoya prefer being safe, or not betraying his friend.
To be honest, he had to take the selfish option there.
They had to have breakfast in the dining room, despite no one else being there. Kyoya still didn't find this cold, as the decor and simply being in Tamaki's presence was much warmer and more comfortable than his dining room at home. Despite the awkward air.
Of course Tamaki was aware of the awkwardness, how couldn't he be? However, his hand kept brushing against Kyoya's, warm, plush skin brushing against delicate, icy skin. It made Kyoya's heart flutter every time and it was clear that Tamaki knew what he was doing, by the sky smiles and the twinkling in his eyes.
Great, he was a practice dummy.
Slightly miffed that Tamaki had taken this evidence that Kyoya liked him and ran with it as a way to practice his charm, Kyoya decided he wasn't going to show it when certain things affected him. That seemed to get Tamaki to stop.
It was an hour or two after breakfast when Tamaki raised his question, "what do you want to do today?"
"Hm?" Kyoya looked up from his notebook, where he'd been writing his feelings on the matter. "I don't have any real preference," he gave Tamaki a quick look up and down. It was awkward here now, but he didn't really want to go home either. "Do you have any ideas, Tamaki?"
Tamaki's smile gave Kyoya the distinct impression that he shouldn't have asked this. He sidled up next to Kyoya and wrapped his arms around the boy. Kyoya felt his face heat up before he could stop it, cursing himself for reacting like this. "Well I'm just happy I get to hang out with mon ami! Anything we do together will be perfect!" He giggles and Kyoya feels his heart doing backflips in his stomach, but Tamaki isn't done.
Getting so close that his nose is pressed against Kyoya's ice-cold cheek, Tamaki let his warm breath fall against the delicate surface, humming happily as his arms wrapped around his buddy. "Maybe we should practice more, Hm?"
Kyoya didn't need any extra information to understand exactly what Tamaki was asking for. It took just a quick mental apology in Haruhi's direction for all the guilt to melt away, and Kyoya shifted to face Tamaki.
He tasted like butter and warm pastries, milk chocolate with fresh fruit, all the most delicious things Kyoya could think of. Also, conveniently, all things they'd had for breakfast. Nevertheless, Kyoya found himself melting into every movement Tamaki did, becoming putty in the boy's hands. Hands made their way into his hair and Kyoya felt as if it was something sacred when he opened his eyes into those amethyst pools where he found he could drown a million times without needing to gasp for air.
When Tamaki pulled away, it felt as if lifetimes had passed. Kyoya found that he needed to catch his breath, it had been taken from him. Feeling light headed, he didn't catch any of the conversation Tamaki was having with the maid that had walked in. Kyoya just let himself enjoy the body heat emitting from the man, taking deep breaths of the rose perfume he used.
"Mon petit ami… we have to get up soon, my grandmother is here and she's decided that we're both going to join her for lunch."
"Huh, both of us?" Kyoya was confused, that old hag hated her, why on earth would she want to spend time near him?
Tamaki just nodded, "apparently she wanted to spend lunch with just me, but was told that you were here too and invited you to join us."
"Is this an invite or a demand?"
"Probably a demand."
"Right then," Kyoya sat up, pushing Tamaki off of him gently and brushing himself. "It seems I need to comb my hair then, I cannot appear in front of your grandmother like this."
"Aw, but you look cute like that."
"I doubt your grandmother would share that sentiment, Tamaki, pass me the comb." Kyoya began to get himself ready, despite knowing they had plenty of time before lunch. The busier his hands were, the less he had to think about once again betraying Haruhi.
♡
Sitting down opposite his grandmother, with Kyoya to his right, Tamaki had brushed his hair and adjusted his clothes. He'd gone so far as to wash his face and reapply his lipgloss, it had gotten so messed up earlier. He had noted Kyoya's enjoyment of his new perfume, and was excited to see what Haruhi's opinion would be- maybe they could get into a situation that allows them to get that close physically?
"Good afternoon, Grandmother." He greeted the woman with a bow of the head, one which Kyoya mirrored.
His grandmother just looked at the both with scorn, pouring their tea herself. "If you drink enough to require a refill, I will pour it. Do not even think about pouring your own tea. Is this understood?"
They both nodded and Tamaki found it very nice of her to insist on pouring their tea, perhaps she was coming around? The maids served their lunch and Tamaki attempted to start up a conversation. "So, myself and the hosts went on a picnic yesterday…"
"Is that so? Don't you have anything better to do?"
Feeling the disappointment and scorn like he'd been hit, Tamaki took a shaky breath, and smiled. "Oh don't worry, I had already taken care of all the things I needed to do. It took place only when I had no other responsibilities."
"What of the responsibilities of your friends?" She glanced at Kyoya, and Tamaki could feel the concern from his friend. "Do they not have duties?"
Kyoya bowed his head again, "the duties of the hosts are always done when they have the ability, but rest assured that any club meetings take place during free time."
"What about your own duties, Ootori?" She asked him, and Tamaki glanced between them, unsure why his grandmother is grilling Kyoya like this.
"Don't worry, madam," Kyoya nodded his head again, "my duties are laid out in such a way that they can be taken care of at my leisure." As if to emphasize this, Kyoya took the first sip of his tea. "Hm, what kind of tea is this?" Tamaki caught something in that tone, and wasn't sure why but it made him feel incredibly uneasy.
"Chai, why?" Tamaki's grandmother responded, raising an eyebrow.
Tamaki wasn't sure, but he felt as if the air had stilled, as if there was something bigger going on here. It made him highly uncomfortable, especially as he didn't quite understand it himself.
"Chai?" Kyoya repeated, seemingly examining his tea, "I wasn't aware that chai contained bitter almonds."
"You recognize the taste of bitter almonds?"
Assuming he would understand this more if he knew what bitter almonds were- perhaps it translates into something different in French?
Kyoya nodded, "Father wanted us all to be able to recognise the taste."
So bitter almonds are something Mr Ootori would care about? That narrows it down quite significantly, but unfortunately Tamaki still isn't sure what it is.
"I enjoy the taste," his grandmother spoke, and Tamaki was sure as anything that it was a brazen lie, even without knowing what bitter almonds were. "I enjoy bitter almonds so I have it put into my tea, is there an issue with that?"
"It is," Kyoya nodded, pushing his cup towards her, "unless you'd like to drink some from my cup?"
The horror painted on his grandmother's face gave Tamaki all the context he needed. Glancing between the cup and his grandmother, he felt a sinking feeling begin to settle in his gut. A small idea began to spark in him, and he hoped to god he was wrong.
"What do you want?" His grandmother spoke, looking both worried and angry.
"What do I want?" Kyoya echoed, a small, sly smile playing on his face. "Well in return for me not telling my father about this, you will owe me a father, how does that sound?"
Watching his grandmother grit her teeth, Tamaki knew damn well that she was experiencing so much rage at this moment. It sent a shiver down his spine to imagine that there was so much hatred here when the room contained only people he wanted to be happy.
"Fine," she hissed out, nodding her head only once, "I will owe you a favour, I don't see how you'll be able to see that out."
"You're getting bold, madam." Kyoya responded, his sly smile becoming more of a smirk, "you forget that my family owns hospitals, I know how to deal with this kind of situation. Perhaps you want to avoid being so obvious with your wording, though, you forget present company."
Present company? That was him right? Kyoya was alluding to something happening that neither of them wanted Tamaki to know about. That was a spooky thought, but Tamaki was smarter than people thought. He had seen the way Kyoya reacted to the cup, he'd seen his grandmother's horror when she was asked to drink from it. That could only really be one thing in Tamaki's mind.
Poison.
His grandmother had tried to poison his best friend.
That thought… oh that made Tamaki's blood boil. How dare she do that, how dare she try to hurt the first person to ever be nice to him in this country. Kyoya is someone who Tamaki would move mountains for, and his need to be accepted by his grandmother did not surpass his love and devotion for his best friend.
He clenched his jaw and gripped his trousers until his knuckles were white. Keeping up the blank expression that lead others to beleive he had absolutely no clue what was going on, it always worked and Tamaki was almost sad until he thought about how easy it made things.
They thought he was stupid.
They were wrong.
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Blueberry Muffins - Chapter 5b
*Warning Adult Content*
It’s Complicated - Part 3
They finished their lunch, then decide to sit around and talk a bit, before joining the water sports.
"So you haven't found your mate yet, Mark?" Erin asked the other Alpha, his hand drawing circles into Wren’s stomach as he holds him close.
Mark shakes his head, leaning back on his hands.
"No, not yet. I'm hoping to find them soon though. I won't feel complete without a mate, not as an Alpha at least."
"I know what you mean. If Wren hadn't come into my life I don't know where I would be right now," Erin hums, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend’s head of silky soft blue/black hair.
Wren smiles shyly, glancing up at him. Somewhere deep down the young man feels somewhat frustrated. Erin could say some of the sweetest things but the next moment he would say something that brought Wren’s whole world crashing down. Wasn't he just saying a few moments ago that their relationship was complicated? Was complicated a good thing to him? It wasn't to Wren.
"Oh stop being dramatic. I didn't even do anything."
"That's what you think. But you saved me, Wren," he whispered, his face suddenly very serious.
Wren looks at him, seeing how sincere he was being.
‘Did I save him? Was this why he could say so confidently that he loved me? Because I was his everything? I really did want to do so much for him. I wanted to be his supporter, his lover, his whole world.’
Yet again, a voice inside Wren’s head wants to scream in frustration.
‘This man held too much power over me.’
Wren felt like he could get whiplash with how quickly his own emotions changed around him. It was honestly scary sometimes.
"You two are honestly so cute. I feel so jealous sometimes and I have a fated-bond," Aurora piped up, sighing wistfully.
"Hey, I can be cute too," Ryder protested.
She hums, patting his freckled cheek.
"Sure, sweetie."
"Wait what do you mean by that?" Mark asked curiously.
Joshua’s head whips around, seeming somewhat interested in the conversation, to actually listen in. He has been so distant throughout the picnic lunch, thus far. Wren figured that's just how he usually is. At least, that's what Wren had seen from Joshua, so far. The visiting Beta just didn't seem like much of a talker. Instead of Erin answering Mark’s question, Ryder says...
"Erin's true fated-mate died before they could meet. He and Wren have been dating for a year now because Erin wants to bond with him rather than wait for a possible Second Chance."
When it came to mating, werewolves had a first pairing, the one that was destined for you. Sometimes, a mate-bond was severed for various reasons. Usually, if the wolf was already fully mated to the other wolf and the one left would eventually die from going insane. When a wolf looses it’s mate it was like cutting off a limb. Watching a wolf go mad from separation was the saddest thing they would ever see. It always tore at their hearts but
In Erin's case, though, he'd never felt the full extent of the bond with his fated-mate. He felt the bond break but he hadn't mated yet, so he didn’t feel the excruciating pain, madness and then death. Hurt of course but he now had three options, he could find another mate and take them outside of a mated bond. He could wait for a second-chance mate or remain mate-less. The mate-less option wouldn't work for Erin, although, as an Alpha, he was expected to produce an heir. The second-chance mate was very rare. Their first pairing was compelled by fate. They were always destined to meet their mate one way or another but a second-chance mate didn't exactly work like that. It was less likely to meet your second-mate.
Of course, there were exceptions. They had heard of multiple primary mates before. It wasn't common but it happened. And sometimes they didn't get to meet their mate due to forces they couldn't control, like Erin's fated-mate's death. And then there were the times that a wolf purposefully rejected their mate. It was viewed as a disgraceful act. Rejection could easily lead to death just like separation. That wasn't to say that it always meant death. Since the mate-bond was never fully completed, the wolves still had a chance to survive.
Rejection just hurts a whole lot more than separation. That's what Wren feared he would do to his mate. He didn't want to torture them and not even realize it. Mark's face brightened with some sort of silent revelation.
"Ah. But what about your mate, Wren?" he asked as he gave Wren a pointed look.
Wren shifted around uncomfortably, trying to figure out how to answer him. How was he supposed to tell some stranger that his senses are broken? That he couldn't sense his mate? It seemed like a stupid excuse or something, like a made-up story. But it wasn't. It was Wren’s painful reality that he was reminded of every day. Thankfully, Erin answered for him.
"Wren can't sense his mate. It's hard to explain and it's not my story to tell but it's true. He barely feels the pack bond."
"You can't... sense your mate? You can't smell them?" Joshua suddenly asked.
Wren shakes his head slowly.
"No, I can't. My wolf can't smell at all. That’s why bonds aren’t strong for me, unless I fully make them, like if I were to completely bond-mate with someone."
Joshua and Mark went deadly silent. Wren was sure it must be an odd thing to hear. A wolf's ability to smell made up so much of their culture and survival as a species. It was everything. Wren was sure Joshua and Mark pitied him. Not being able to sense one’s own mate wasn't a reality anyone wanted to go through, yet Wren had to face it every day. He was lucky enough to have Erin, though. It was one of the reasons why they are so affectionate. They are both in a situation where their only comfort was each other. They didn't want to see their relationship end because that meant they'd be alone again.
“But it's fine, really," Wren explains, trying to lighten the mood.
"I have Erin and Erin has me. And I just hope my mate never senses me. I don't want to hurt them."
The entire group had turned silent now. After what seemed like a life time, they slowly began to chat a bit, the sound of Ryder and Aurora’s bickering creating a nice background noise for Wren. As he rested against Erin he felt like he needed to just think. Was he really at the point where he wished his fated-mate never came? He'd always feared he could never sense his mate but it didn't work like that the other way around. They'd be able to smell Wren and then they'd be... heartbroken. That's assuming they never talk to Wren about the bond because they might assume he could smell them too. It was a valid assumption of course, so that meant they'd be even more hurt that ever. Wren didn't want or wish that, not for his fated-mate, not for anyone.
“I know what you're thinking and you should stop. If your fated-mate ever comes, we'll deal with it, Okay?" Erin whispers, pulling his boyfriend in closer.
Wren tilts his head to look at him, giving him a small nod. Erin is so understanding, so caring. Even when Wren is thinking of his fated-mate, even when his boyfriend doubts their relationship, he still tries to help. Wren loves him so much and he wants to stay by Erin’ side forever. But what if his fated-mate did come? And what if they talked to Wren about it? What would happen then? Would Wren have to reject them? Or would he have leave Erin? The tiny omega wasn't sure but he did know one thing. He didn't want to break Erin's heart. Not Ever.
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Genshin Men [ Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Childe ] taking you into a manga cafe - nsfw -
WARNINGS : Modern AU, nsfw, pure smut, Oral receiving (F) [ Zhongli ], tit-fucking [ Kaeya ], Drunk sex [ Diluc ], thigh fucking [ Childe ], f!reader, minors dni
I tried my best and I hope you guys will love this! Enjoy reading! You guys can request too~
You guys have plan this last week that both of you will check out the new manga cafe that just launch around this month and you are excited going there with them, since it has it's own private room enough for two plus it's unlimited drinks, you guys can read many books as you want. Who would've think that things will end up somewhat different on what you expected. Well, you guys better keep your voices down if you still want to come by again.
You guys can request too~ Happy reading!
Zhongli
"What did you say ?"
You gulp down hearing his baritone voice and you tried to shrug it off by letting out a chuckle and looking away, you totally forgot your man gets jealous easily
"C-Calm down Li! I was just joking about wanting to- hmpf!"
You quickly covered your mouth when slip his fingers underneath the skirt you are wearing, hands grabbing on his polo, his breath hitting your skin on your neck
"Joking ? How can you joke wanting to get railed by another man ? Am I not enough ?"
"They don't exist- Zhongli~"
You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name when he start to move his fingers against your panty, the way he move his fingers is so slow that you just want to beg for more
Zhongli began to kiss your neck up to your chin then proceed to shower your face with kisses, then he brush his lips against yours
"Just kiss me already.."
You whispered and that made Zhongli chuckle and put his arm behind your back pulling your body close to him, your legs wrap around his waist and he planted a soft kiss on your lips
You quickly wrap around your arms behind his head and pulled his head closer and deepened the kiss, Zhongli groan between the kiss, your tongues battled for dominance but in the end he won
He began on caressing your thighs giving it a light squeeze every time you suck his tongue and you would moan whenever he will slap it softly, Zhongli broke away from the kiss and flip your position
Now you're laying flat on your stomach as he lift your skirt up and pulled your panty down, revealing your wet cunt and all you can do is watch him lick his lips and played with your entrance by his fingers
"Hm! Z-Zhongli~ Stop teasing me~"
"Teasing ? I'm just starting, love."
Zhongli grip your butt and made you lift it up, now your wet cunt is facing him and Zhongli rest his cheeks against your butt cheeks before giving it a slap and trailing his tongue on your cunt
You almost moan loudly but Zhongli stop you by slapping your thighs and you just buried your face on the pillow, this is why you should not provoke him, also it would be bad letting your voice out the people on the other room might hear you
Zhongli insert two fingers and you just want to scream this pleasure building up on your stomach, you move your ass wanting him to go faster but your boyfriend is such a tease, instead of thrusting his fingers faster he instead didn't move it and just lick your cunt
"Zhongli!"
"Yes dear ?"
The way he answered you is like his mocking you, oh how badly you want to tug on his air, you look at him pouting and Zhongli knew exactly what you want
Luckily this room is big enough so he pulled his face away from your cunt and focus on fucking you with his fingers, and in a second he got you moaning and chanting his name
"Shut it Y/N! Others will hear you!"
"It's your f-fault! Hmmff!"
"Can't even control your voice."
Zhongli pulled you up and now both of you are standing on the ground with his fingers slipping again inside your cunt, his other hand groping your breast, you put one of your hand on his hand as he went more faster
His other hand is on your face lightly gripping your neck, he felt you squeezing his fingers tight so he smirk and bit down on your shoulder as he fasten his pace, you squirm slapping his hand trying to get him pull out
But Zhongli remain stern and he got you squirting out, soaking his fingers wet and some of your juices is dripping on the floor, when he let go of you, your body plop down on the bed, with your juices oozing out
"What a sight, how about we go home so I can fuck you, hm ? I would love to hear your voice."
Kaeya
"It looks fun so why not try it, right ?"
Kaeya smirk and you glared at him back but that only made your man chuckle, his hand softly caressing your hair as you gag on his cock, wrapping your tongue around his cock, you continue on rubbing his cock in between your breast
It all started when he decided to read a smut book, he saw a panel where it shows the girl giving the boy a tit fuck and this man right here wanted to try it, though you can't deny that you love it too
"Oh fuck... that's it baby~ Hmm~"
"Geez Kaeya! Don't moan so loud."
"Oya ? Sorry sorry~"
Kaeya smiled and grab a handful of your hair so it won't get on your way, to get you back on track he purposely slip his feet under your skirt rubbing it against your soaking panty
You let out a soft moan and began to suck him whole, his other hand grab on the sheet as he throw his head back, not wanting to let his voice out but the way you suck him is too good that he can't hold his self back
"Squeeze your breast together for me baby."
You did as what he told you and it took you by surprise when he started to move his hips and you can feel how his cock twitch in between your breast, you roll out your tongue just so you can lick the tip of his cock
"Fuck! Hmm!! Holy shit!"
Kaeya curse non-stop and it was like a music on to your ears and with a few more thrust he came and you open your mouth as to catch his cum but some of it still got on your face and breast, Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh as he lay his upper half body on the bed
"Are you satisfied daddy ?"
Kaeya peek on you and motion you to lay on top of his chest and you did, he twirl some strand of your hair on his fingers as he gave you a quick kiss
"You tire me out baby~ I will go grab more book and maybe I can find more interesting positions."
He wink at you and kisses you passionately before fixing his self and told you to wait for him naked, on the bed, while he fetch more book.
Diluc
"I'm back! Gosh I found so many good mangas that are impossible to buy!"
You announced once you entered the room while holding the mangas you got, but what welcome you is the scent of the alcohol on the air, your nose immediately scrunch up
"Y/N..."
Your eyes landed on your boyfriend sitting at the swivel chair, the coat he wore is now hanging at the back of the chair and his polo is now unbuttoned
"Diluc?!"
"I feel hot.."
You quickly put down the book on the table on the side and went o him but he grab you by the wrist and pulled you making you sit on his lap
"Y/N..."
His hug on you is so tight as if his afraid once he let go you will run away from him, he inhaled your scent and buried his face on the crook of your neck
You roam your eyes and found a one glass that is now empty and it looks like he drank all of it, you shook your head and pulled away from him, his face is really red and his looking at you with a weird expression
"I love you and you know that right ? This manga cafe... this room... will be the witness on how I show you that I love you so much.."
"Hahaha you're saying weird things again Diluc.."
You chuckled but he just lowered his head down to your breast and he look up at you, then he buried his face in between your chest
"Let's fuck."
"Eh ? Right here ?"
Diluc just nodded and began to rub his cheeks against yours, this is what happened when he gets drunk, it's either he will pass out or he will seek for you
"Then, I will be on your care."
You said to him and Diluc gave you a sweet smile before kissing your lips full of love and passion, his hands didn't waste time and immediately slip inside your shirt, getting rid of your bra his hands groping your breast while the both of you kiss
Saliva dripping on the side of your lips as you grind on his crotch that is starting to grow, Diluc let out a soft moan when you got rid of his polo, he broke the kiss so he can take your shirt off and hold you by your waist pulling you towards him
Your breast getting press by his chest as he suck and lick on your neck, then he whispered to you that you should get up a bit so he can unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants
"Are you sure you don't need help ?"
"Mhm.. no.."
Diluc sounds just like a baby, gone his deep voice now it's replace by his soft voice. Once his done he held out his hand and you gulp seeing his hard cock, standing proud
"Loving what you see ?"
You nodded and that made Diluc smiled and when you place your hand on top of his, he brought it close to his lips and kiss the back of your hand
"It's all yours"
His sweet even when his sober but him being drunk is a next level, you can't help but get all butterflies on your stomach, you slowly lowered yourself to him and Diluc didn't stop whispering sweet words and praise to you
"Good girl, love you darling.."
You grip tight on his shoulders and Diluc cuss under his breath feeling how soft your walls are, he didn't move for a second since he want to shower your face with kisses, your mind become clouded when he lick your earlobe and started to move
His thrust are sloppy and his hands are groping your butt cheeks, his breath are uneven and every time you guys kiss, you can taste the alcohol and maybe that also got you drunk
You never left his lips not wanting to cry out loud, you just muffled your moans in between the kiss and Diluc thrust his hips faster, giving your ass a playful slap every time he shove his cock deep
That will also earn him a sweet moan for you, he can tell that his not that drunk but being this close to you, inhaling your scent is what making him drunk, he sunk his teeth on your shoulder and buried his cock deep as he painted your insides white
You shivered on his embrace and Diluc sigh as if he finally let out everything he had, though he didn't pull out and just keep you close to him, then he look at the book you got yourself
"Say darling, how about you read those while riding me ?"
===Childe
"Two college students fucking in a manga cafe~ How daring~"
Childe lick his lips while thrusting his cock in between your thighs, holding it and all you can do is moan, you never expected you guys would be doing this inside a manga cafe, the books that you guys read are now scattered on the bed
"Look at the tip poking out every time I thrust~ Ahh you look so good like this love~"
Childe can't stop praising you loving how you look right now, his cum all over your body and you can't even count how many times he have cum now and how many times you have cum without him fucking your cunt
He let out a groan when you rub your thighs together and that just made him thrust more faster, your moans getting out of hand so you grab the pillow that is place right above your head and press your face in there
"Oh fuck! Coming!"
Childe release his load once again on your stomach and you felt how hot it is, he reach for the pillow and toss it away as he make you hold your legs, press against your chest and he slowly insert his cock once again in between your thighs
"When will you fuck my insides Childe ?!"
"Patience love~ I will fuck you silly once we get to our condo."
Childe smirk lick his fingers and insert it inside your cunt making you bit your lips and at the same time he began to thrust his cock in between your thighs, his fingers fucking your cunt, he can sense how needy your cunt is for it to suck his fingers in
You tried to grab the pillow but Childe told you to push your fingers on your own mouth while your other arm is holding your legs together, lost in the moment you guys didn't even notice the blinking light, a sign that the time is up
"H-Hurry Childe! Hmm make me cum!"
"Together, let's do it together."
Childe groan and pulled his fingers out and fuck your thighs faster, you let out muffled moans and your eyes saw the blinking light and you know anytime somebody will come knocking at the door
"Childe!!"
"Shit!"
He release his cum on to your face and you squinted your eyes as he rub his own cock and keeps on coming on your body, just as you thought somebody knock and both of you look at each other
"Dear guest, would you like to extend your time ?"
Childe smirk seeing how you began to suck his cock and he caress your cheeks with full of adoration, it's your turn now to feel pleasure from sucking him
"Dear guest ?"
"Ah yes, we would like to rent this room for one more hour. Since.."
Childe bit on his lower lip holding his self back to moan when he felt you wrapping your tongue around his cock
"Since we're not done reading the books~"
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feeling the love
w/c: ask me later
summary: you and peter get morgan ready to go trick-or-treating
warnings: absolutely none except one swear
a/n: happy halloween to everyone celebrating!! i hope y’all have a good time tonight and pls stay super safe <3 this is a lil treat from me to you so enjoy hehe
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“c’mon, ladies! don’t leave me hanging too long,” peter calls to you and morgan from the living room. your sister giggles, you pressing a finger to your lips that are curved into a mischievous smirk. “we’ll be down in a minute, pete!” you call back.
peter’s hands are covering his eyes, as he was very strictly instructed by morgan to do. her costume is a surprise.
you’re upstairs helping morgan get dressed so your parents can take her trick-or-treating. you and peter are having a halloween movie marathon while the three of them are gone, and hoping they bring you back candy to snack on this year.
last year, they devoured morgan’s entire stash before they even reached the front door. they is code for tony. his sweet tooth is stronger than morgan’s somehow, who practically lives off of juice pops.
morgan stands up on her tiptoes to see in the mirror, studying her reflection with a thoughtful humph.
“what’s up, morgs?” you wonder as you appear next to her. pouting, morgan shifts her gaze to you. “do you think petey’s gonna like this? i want him to like it.”
she fiddles with the material that’s bunching around her waist. you get onto your knees and grin up at her, carefully smoothing out the fabric.
morgan always strives to impress, as stark’s do. it’s to a different level with peter, though. he’s a brother to her in every way except blood. you’ve sworn she loves him more than she loves you, her actual sibling.
point being, her costume has to be flawless or nothing at all.
“of course he will. he’s gonna love it,” you assure her. “you’ll make him feel so special, morgs. he might even shed a tear or two.”
a crease forms on morgan’s forehead, her face twisting up.
“i hate it when peter cries,” she mumbles, you snickering in response. “don’t worry, they’ll be happy tears. those are the good kind,” you reiterate, poking morgan’s stomach lightly and earning a small smile from her.
she checks herself out in the mirror once more, and she seems to be pleased with what you two put together.
“y/n?” morgan summons you over. you pop up beside her with your brows raised in anticipation. “how do i look?” she wonders, her twinkling eyes meeting yours. “like you’re ready to kick some ass,” you affirm and set a hand on her shoulder.
your own eyes widen at your word choice.
“don’t tell mom i said that… or dad,” you quickly correct yourself. morgan only shrugs, unfazed. “dad says worse.”
the two of you join in laughter as you guide morgan out of her room and towards the living room, where peter is impatiently waiting.
you head down first, morgan staying at the top of the staircase. peter instantly shoots up in his spot on the couch.
“babe!” he beams, hands still shielding his sight. his smile dwindles upon noticing morgan’s absence. “where is she?”
“how’d you know it was me?” you question instead. “a little thing called spidey senses. it’s times like these that they really come in clutch,” peter refers to his lack of vision.
his leg bounces up and down excitedly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as another smile tugs at it. you give your boyfriend’s knee a squeeze.
“funny you should mention those,” you hum. “tell me, spidey. are you sensing anything else right now?” curiously, peter cocks his head to the side. “um, should i be?”
morgan decides that’s her cue. she races straight down the stairs, running past you and over to peter as fast as her tiny legs allow her to.
“open!” she shouts, and peter finally uncovers his eyes for the big reveal.
he chuckles in disbelief, grasping at his heart as it absolutely soars.
morgan is dressed in a full-body spider-man suit. she has a mask pulled over her head, webshooters stuck to each of her wrists. it’s exactly what he and tony would put together in the lab.
besides the fact that her spidey suit is scarily realistic, peter is so touched morgan chose to be him. out of anyone and anything, she chose him. he’s more than touched; he’s honored.
“oh, morgan,” peter coos, holding her by her shoulders. “this is amazing. it’s… i actually don’t have the words. it’s just, wow.”
morgan lifts up her mask, concern on her features.
“are you gonna cry? y/n said you would,” she recounts. you nudge your sister to quiet her, peter breathing out a laugh. “mm, i’m okay,” he clarifies and playfully shakes his head at you.
peter draws morgan in closer to get a better look at her costume.
“but, you? woah,” he gasps. “you’re, like, a mini me!” morgan perks up, feeling confident in her spider suit. “does that mean i get to go swinging with you?” peter leans in to drop his voice to a whisper. “ask me again when y/n’s not around.”
“i heard that,” you interject, pointing at your two troublemakers.
morgan glares at you as you plop down next to peter on then couch, and he huffs dramatically.
“anyways,” peter mutters, you humming in approval of a subject change.
he grabs one of her hands and brings it to her webshooter, fixing her fingers so they’re in position to shoot.
“i think you’re gonna be the coolest kid out there tonight, morgan. no, i know it,” peter promises, placing his hand atop hers.
“really?” morgan gawks at his words. “how?” you peck peter’s cheek, murmuring against it, “he has a tingle.”
peter turns his head to give you a proper kiss back, but morgan starts groaning about cooties before your lips can connect.
“you owe us a couple twix for that one,” you chastise morgan. peter sneaks a kiss to your chin and faces morgan again with a toothy grin. “some milky ways wouldn’t hurt, either.”
“anything for you, petey,” morgan sings to him. his grin morphs into a frown, arms outstretching for her. “aw, no. c’mere, you.”
she lets peter engulf her in a hug, her arms winding around his neck and peter gently setting her in his lap.
“what about me?” you remind them both in mock offense. well, partially real.
peter and morgan exchange a look, both tackling your into their hug at the same time.
you squeal as morgan cuddles your waist and peter’s embrace envelopes you and morgan, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he peppers kisses to every inch of your skin, the perfect spot because morgan can’t see.
“alright, i’m feeling the love now,” you concede, out of breath and with either of your arms around peter and morgan. “you better be,” peter retorts.
morgan escapes the hug to shoot her webs the way peter just showed her, proud of herself for doing so.
“happy halloween!” she cheers.
peter sighs contentedly, throwing his head back on the couch and allowing himself to relish the moment.
“happy halloween, spider-woman.”
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hello i love ur works omg idk if ur still accepting reqs or suggestions regarding ur stepdad! tom imagines but what abt an imagine in which tom attempts to end the secret affair between him and the reader and then the reader is heartbroken so she gets herself a boyfriend which makes tom jealous then smut ?? idk HAHAHA tyyy
Tom Hiddleston | forbidden behavior
Stepdad!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader
plot : around a week after your stepfather called it off regarding the bond you two had developed, you are caught hanging out with a couple of friends in a café. Noticing his presence outside of the building, you decide to join him only to receive the most peculiar lecture of your life.
warnings : stepdad!trope, stepdad x stepdaughter intercourse, jealousy, slight physical abuse, kissing, crotch groping, handjob.
A week had passed since your stepfather had decided to end the relationship the two of you had progressively developed behind your mother’s back. You obviously took this as betrayal, an unnecessary decision which easily led you to develop hatred for the older man- especially after he had managed to convince you that the moments you spent together filled him with as much bliss as it did for you. But these times were now over, and your first mission easily became to avoid him as soon as you penetrated inside of your own home. Before your mother, both you and Tom were obviously forced to make an effort in order to keep your secret on the low- scared that any suspicious behavior would lead your past to come flashing under the lights of the projectors.
On a warm Friday evening, you had decided to stop by a café with a couple of your friends in order to celebrate the end of the week. Within this group stood Trystan, a boy you had finally agreed on offering a chance after breaking up with Thomas. He was nice and well educated, a mass of long black hair covering the top of his head as well as his neck. The young man also brought home plenty of nice grades, which could only be a green flag to your high expectations holding self- adding up to how he had offered to help with your mathematics homework after school. Now this was a proposition you jumped on immediately, but which you knew wouldn’t be able to take place within the walls of your house- and that due to your dragon of a stepfather.
Being too busy laughing with your classmate, you hadn’t noticed Tom’s presence outside of the café, his body leant against his car as he watched you fall for someone else. In fact, he had been following you on your way back home from college nearly every day of the week- satisfying the weird obsession he held for your younger self and easing his crippling anxiety and possessive behaviors. Seeing you with another man couldn’t have driven him more upset, his fists clenching out of pure anger within the pockets of the suit he wore for work. Minutes passed by, and the older man remained leant against his car whilst growing more and more impatient regarding the sweet words and touches you appeared to offer the black haired boy. These touches he knew so well were meant to be his, and this overall sight easily led the adult to regret ever breaking it off with you.
When your head finally looked up in order to divert through the open doors of the café, your heart tightened upon witnessing the stern silhouette of your stepfather waiting against his car. Embrassement and fear progressively started to fill your organism, face decomposing whilst your friends continued to laugh with one another. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until Trystan noticed the way your mood had unexpectedly yet drastically changed. “Hey, Y/n?? You’re okay?” He asked on a concerned tone, his empathy leading your stomach to grow a couple of more knots at the thought of your stepdad witnessing such a scene. “Yeah..I’m fine. I think I’ll be going home now.” you responded politely, catching all of your mates off guard though none of them did a thing to hold you back. They could tell you appeared sick and pale.
“Take care.” Lizzie purred out as you swung your bag over your shoulder, the group’s curious eyes following your silhouette which exited through the door of the café only to end up joining an older man who stood nowhere far from here. Swallowing your saliva, you attempted your best to keep a rather proud expression on your face in order to push Tom a bit closer to the edge. You were aware that he absolutely despised it whenever you held an attitude. “Hi.” Your briefly said, not fighting the situation as your feet immediately started to lead you towards the other side of the car. “Who’s that guy you were with?” Tom immediately asked as he got into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him. You mimicked his gestures, and the two of you were now sat in the front of his vehicle.
“Just a friend. Why is it important anyway?” You answered harshly, leading your stepdad’s anger to rise above the edge. “Right.” He responded coldly, both of his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel as he began to drive away from the café. Silently, you watched the way his veins popped out of his skin due to the pressure applied onto his palm- the way his jaw clenched easily matching with his overall tensed and aggressive behavior. Without showing any form of weakness, you simply decided to behave as if you were indifferent face to this situation. You couldn’t exactly tell where Tom was taking the two of you, but even after your breakup you still trusted him well enough not to bring any harm to your fragile mind and body.
You felt surprised and confused to watch him park his car in a nearly empty parking lot, the upset male obviously seeking intimacy for the peculiar lecture he was about to give you. But again, he remained unexpectedly silent, his jaw and chest being the only parts of his body which remained in action. He couldn’t appear to find proper words, though was he truly seeking any? Gathering your courage to take the first step, your lips parted shyly, a single word barely getting enough time to come out of your mouth before you were violently cut off by your stepfather. “Tom-“ you began, body jumping due to the man’s unexpected and quite violent reaction. His palm had collided with the steering wheel, as if the only sound of your voice made him remember about what he had seen back at the café. It was the first time you ever saw him behave in such a way. Usually, he was always calm, friendly. Anger wasn’t an emotion he often felt the need to summon.
“What were you thinking?!” He blamed, the accusations penetrating your ears and leaving your poor mind clueless regarding what he was referring to. All you could tell was that his tone carried hatred, and that therefore his overall body was probably full of this exact same wrath. “Tell me, what were you thinking?” He repeated, this time on a slightly softer tone though this unwelcome touch of dominance remained. Pressing his head back against the seat as air escaped his lips, you finally found the strength to step forward and explain yourself. “He’s just a friend from college. He doesn’t stand up next to you.” You promised, the words escaping your lips as if you two had never put an end to your inappropriate relationship in the first place. “I think about you every day. I think of us.” You added, growing hopeful face to how your words appeared to progressively calm him down.
Tom’s head turned towards yours, ocean blue eyes locking with your unique orbs as the empty parking lot made it feel as if the world around you had stopped. The way his chest moved up and down as he breathed led something to rise within your soul- a sensation you hadn’t felt for over a week... ever since he had decided to put an end to your affair. His veiny hand moved up to your cheek, fingers brushing against your cheekbone before he took the initiative to delicately push a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I don’t want you to see this boy again... ever. You’re mine. My property.” He spoke gently though asserted dominance, allowing you to loose yourself in his soothing tone. However, his head was soon to tilt to the left, his upper body moving closer to yours in order to steal a kiss.
You understood the signals and moved forward as well, his hand still on your cheek as your lips collided against one another’s. His jaw roamed air as Tom took the initiative to intensify the kiss, enjoying this moment after he had been craving the taste of your flesh ever since he took the stupid decision that was ending it all between the two of you. Within a matter of weeks, you had managed to make your own stepfather crazy about you and your aura, your body, flaws and qualities. And whilst Tom continued to enjoy the taste of your lips, your nostrils were filled with bliss as they were finally allowed to breath in his cologne again, a smell you had terribly missed. No scent could’ve potentially replaced the infamous perfume that was your stepfather’s and which you had grown used and attached to through your multiple intercourses.
Growing more and more heated, you took the initiative to slide your hand down until his crotch, fingers tightening against the thick material of his suit which allowed you to feel his prominent bulge through his pants. Tom groaned out of satisfaction as you began to massage his flaccid length which had yet to harden through his trousers, hips buckling upwards just so slightly as if his crotch desired to remain stuck to your palm forever- and that through the help of a denser contact. The warmth which emitted from his groin felt delightful under your bare fingers, a sensation which could only make you crave for more. And so did he. Keeping his lips against yours, your stepfather proceeded to slide both his hands down between his thick thighs, digits unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in a rush which finally allowed you to penetrate within his intimacy.
Sliding past the elastic of his briefs, your hand was soon to come in contact with the slightly hardened member which resided down Tom’s pants. This once he moaned, the vibrations penetrating inside of your moist cavity before his tongue slid inside of your mouth. You were soon to hold up a rather satisfying pace, rubbing up and down his shaft and stopping only when you felt the need to offer him some extra pleasure by giving attention to his testicles. The male broke the buccal contact to collide against his seat, eyelids shutting close as you carried on leading his cock towards orgasm. His member had now hardened properly, revealing his true and generous length which had recently been pulled out of his pants. Just like before, Tom found pleasure in thrusting his hips upwards and participating to the intercourse a bit more than he already was.
“That little boy of yours.. is his cock this big?” Your stepdad asked through seethed teeth, having trouble finding his words due to his clenched abdomen and twitching nutsack. “No...” you responded, being slightly out of breath due to the heated kiss you shared earlier. Hearing these satisfying words coming out of your mouth, the older man couldn’t help but raise his shirt in a hurry before white semen began to sprint out of his overly sensitive urethra, his shaft twitching and contracting in order to propel the sperm out of his crotch. You bit down onto your lower lip face to such a delightful sight, hand moving down to his testicles in order to praise them one last time. This move made your stepfather shiver. You two had finally found yourselves, and it wasn’t any time soon that the older man would ever agree to let go of you again.
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playing with fire (part 1)
word count: 23k
fluff, smut (warning: age gap, infidelity, roommate’s father)
(series masterlist)
“is there any other way you could pay?” the woman behind the desk asked, stout and soft spoken with sympathy in her eyes.
she probably has to have this conversation with students a lot, tell them that their tuition payment didn’t go through or that they’re not eligible for government support.
or that the athletics department needed more scholarship money, successfully rendering you, one of the many photography majors on campus, unable to pay for your last semester of college.
“a loan of some sort or another scholarship, maybe?” she tried to help, “i could send over an e-mail of ones you might be eligible for.”
you swallow the lump forming in your throat, attempting to calm all the anxiety and stress violently making its way through your body.
“y-yes, that would be great, thank you,” you barely manage to get out, hoping and praying to some unknown force above that you don’t burst into tears.
you were nearing the end of the fall semester, the last fall semester you ever anticipated of having, when you found out just last week that you were no longer eligible for your scholarship.
in a short, curt e-mail explaining that, while you kept up your gpa and never strayed from the requirements, they’ve maxed out their amount of funding and are looking to use that money elsewhere.
“can they do that!?” your best friend and roommate of four years yelps, gucci sunglasses atop her head as she stomps around your shared, off-campus apartment.
“they can’t seriously do that! you’ve been a straight a student since you started and now they wanna take it away?! before your last semester of senior year?!”
“eunbi, it’s not ideal but i’ve already come to terms with it,” you explain gently, leaving out the part where you did, in fact, have a break down right outside the bursar office only an hour ago. “i’ll just save up money and come back in the fall to finish.”
“that’s so not right or fair though!” she whines, something about the concept of not getting what she wants unfamiliar to your roommate.
you first met park eunbi during freshmen move in day, your two raggedy luggages and beat up backpacks an embarrassing contrast to the multiple louis vuitton travel bags she lunged in.
you were intimidated for all of three seconds, before she looked at you with a smile and threw her arms around you like a long lost best friend.
it was obvious she came from money, the way she spoke and carried herself so confidently before her parents came in and introduced themselves.
they were both gorgeous and tall and looked far too young to have an 18-year-old daughter, covered in fancy jewelry and expensive looking clothing.
her dad, who introduced himself as mr. park seonghwa, didn’t seem to bat an eye at your more humble appearance. he reminded you a lot of eunbi, honest and genuine in the way he was kind and nonjudgemental.
mrs. park seemed nice enough, too, though you could see the judgement behind her pretty eyes.
the way she sneered at your bags and looked down at your hands, so different from her and her daughter’s not covered in diamond bracelets or acrylic nails.
“did we just miss your parents?” she asked, her voice just as pretty and rich sounding as she appeared; you bet if she laughed, she’d had have that melodic, care-free laugh all rich women seem to have.
“oh, uh, yeah, i’m sorry,” you apologized, lying through your teeth with a shy smile and averting gaze - you had to move in by yourself, the same way you traveled here all alone with no one to send you off.
“it’s okay, we just thought it’d be nice to meet them,�� eunbi’s father interjects, the smile on his handsome face causing your stomach to swoop - how is he a dad?
“we were gonna take eunbi to an early dinner before we left. do you wanna join us?”
“oh no, it’s okay, i’d hate to intru-”
“no, you’re coming, c’mon!” your new roommate whined, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. “we’ll be able to get a lot of dessert out of them. probably the whole menu if we wanted.”
and you saw that over the years, eunbi knew she could, in fact, get whatever she wanted from her parents. they had the money and the means and the fondness in their hearts for their only daughter.
but it never seemed to get to your friend.
she was always kind and thoughtful of others and never said or did anything to suggest she was just a brainless, spoiled rich kid.
even in your guy’s second year when she found out you were going to school on an academic scholarship, she didn’t care. she didn’t turn her nose up or think you were lesser than her for not having the funds; if anything, it only made her praise you more.
that you were smart and ambitious enough to work under the strict guidelines of a prestigious scholarship.
“i know it’s not fair,” you mumble, not wanting to cry or have another anxiety attack over this matter. “but it is what it is. i’ll figure it out.”
she lets out a dejected, defeated sigh so uncharacteristic of the girl, plopping down on her pink, fluffy bed and bringing you down with her.
“we’ll sell feet pics over winter break,” she concludes after a few minutes of silence, wrapping her arm around yours and curling her body into yours. “you know how much money we can get from that? and we have pretty feet,” she says, sticking her leg up and wiggling her red, painted toes.
there’s a little less tightness in your chest and a little heaviness lifted in your stomach as you let out a giggle, looking over at your best friend who truly got you through the last four years of school.
you really don’t know how you’d still be functioning if it weren’t for her.
“you’re sick.”
“i’m serious,” she giggles out, flipping on her side and causing the bed to bounce under you. “you’re still good with coming tomorrow, right? i told my parents you were.”
she had invited you to her house for the winter break this year, the girl not wanting you to spend a month alone in the apartment.
you’ve shared with her how strained your relationship with your parents has been, really, since birth. never seeing eye to eye to them and feeling as if they never had your best interests at heart.
when most kids get full ride scholarships, their parents are immensely proud. bragging about how smart they are and telling them how proud they were.
but your parents were the opposite.
they didn’t want you to up and leave them to pursue an education. they thought you were gonna stay with them forever, not go to college like them and help run the family business back home in your tiny little hometown.
it was your dream to go to college and get a degree, though, so that’s exactly what you did for yourself; but they saw it as a giant fuck you.
saw it as you thinking you were better than them and basically told you to never come back if you thought you were so much smarter and better off without them.
so you’d spent every winter or summer vacation in the dorms, this year finally being the time you accepted eunbi’s invitation to stay over - reluctantly.
“i packed all my stuff, yeah,” you mumble, hands twisted into one another nervously. “but... are you sure they’re okay with it? i don’t wanna intrude or be there if i’m not wanted.”
“y/n, please,” she whines, “my mom may be a raging bitch but you know i make the rules in that house.”
“that’s not what i meant,” you mutter immediately, looking to the girl with a small frown on your lips.
although it was no secret eunbi’s mom didn’t ever seem too fond of you, always sneering at your off-brand items or questioning the logistics of why exactly you needed a scholarship to afford college, you always tried to remain polite.
smile at her and greet her happily even though there was always a thick, palpable tension between you two.
“oh but it is,” she chuckles out, the girl far too aware of what a materialistic snob her mother is. “it’s fine, i know she’s a bitch. my dad’s just coming tomorrow anyway. i told him to bring one of the bigger cars so we can lay out in the back.”
you have to bite back a snarky comment about the fact there are multiple cars in question, though the look in your eye certainly gives it away. she can only giggle and shrug her shoulders, flopping onto her back as she tells you about how excited she is to be reunited with her boyfriend.
eunbi and jiwoon have been dating since their second year of high school, going to colleges only an hour away from each other; he was just as handsome as he was kind and good to her, leaving you with no other option but to love and support the both of them.
and you try to listen to her rambling that ensues, you really do, but your mind is swirling with some slight anxiety about staying with her family for a month.
you don’t wanna make her mom even more irritated, deal with the side eyes and passive aggressive comments and overall feeling of just not being wanted.
you don’t want eunbi to feel obligated to be with you 24/7, act as a cock block to her and her boyfriend who haven’t seen each other in almost six weeks.
and maybe, you don’t want your tiny, small, miniscule crush on mr. park to make you feel any more awkward than it does, wondering how a married man who has a daughter in college is still so handsome and alluring.
it also doesn’t help that he’s just so incredibly kind, always making everyone feel so comfortable and welcomed, it’d be hard not to just develop a little, secret crush on him.
“eunbi, who is that sexy ass man who just dropped you off?” one of your suite mates asks your roommate, everyone gathering back in front of the dorm building after winter break.
it was sophomore year and you spent a month in the quiet, almost eerie college dorms alone (apart from the ra down the hall). you were grateful for everyone to return, no matter how loud or catty things were about to become.
“yeah, for real. is that your new boyfriend? he’s hotter than the last one and i didn’t even think that was possible.”
“uhhh.. no,” eunbi says, shooting the crowd of girls with lustful eyes and curious glances a look of distaste. “that’s my dad.”
and that’s when a chorus of disbelief and inappropriate comments erupted from the group of college girls.
asking how a dad could look like that while hoping and praying he’s single.
inquiring about just how much her dad’s on campus and when’s the next time he’s gonna pick her up.
about how he’s definitely hotter than her boyfriend, with a more mature and sophisticated look than these college boys.
“are they fucking serious! like how disgusting? he’s my literal father!” eunbi rages once in the dorm room, sharing a few curse words and vulgar phrases at the girl’s before stomping away from them.
“and for them to say that shit in front of me? did they think i want to hear that?”
“i know, that was so sick,” you agree, because even though you, too, think he’s attractive, it’s not something you would ever verbalize to your friend.
“like... i know he’s younger than most dads, my parents had me when they were teenagers, but shit! how sick,” she rants, throwing down her heavy designer bags and flopping on her bed.
you can tell by the look on her face how much it truly bothers her, everyone always noticing her dad and making comments like that. she handles it well, she’s always able to handle herself well, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s something that worries her.
people getting close to her to get to her dad, even if it was teachers or other moms in elementary school or her friends when she got to college.
it’s one of the many reasons you would never give away your little crush on him - because it’s not only inappropriate and uncomfortable for her to know but there’s also no need to tell her.
because it’s not like it would go anywhere.
he’s a married man and your roommate’s father, a twisted, dark, forbidden fantasy that will stay in the walls of your head and never see the light of day - no matter how thrilling and fulfilling being with him would be.
“eunbi, your dad’s gonna be here soon,” you yell into your roommate’s doorway, met with the sound of her groaned “five more minutes!” that you’ve been hearing for the past twenty.
she was on facetime with jiwoon when you went to bed around one, briefly waking to the sound of her girlish screams or high-pitched giggles three hours later; you wouldn’t be surprised if she only went to bed a few hours ago.
“you said five more minutes thirty minutes ago,” you say, stomping your way over before smacking her over the head with a pillow. she lets out a loud sigh before swatting you away, your surprisingly fast reflexes grabbing her wrist.
she peeks one eye open as a smirk covers her morning face, looking from you all dressed up and ready in your pink pleated skirt and white thigh high stockings, down to her wrist in your hold.
“that was kinda hot. and you look good. i don’t know how to act right now.”
“shut up and get your ass out of bed,” you demand, biting back a smile as you storm out of her room.
you’d been pacing around the apartment ever since you woke up at seven a.m., more and more unsettled about staying over her house as the time drew closer.
you checked to make sure you had enough clothes and chargers and skincare products for nearly an hour, finally settling the same purple suitcase you moved in with freshmen year near the door.
you hope mrs. park doesn’t notice, remembering the way she sneered at the wonky zipper and slightly stained bottom.
you also hope you can keep yourself in check, not get too nervous or flustered by eunbi’s exorbitant wealth or a new setting you don’t feel welcomed in or her hot ass father whose bones you wanna jump.
the knock at the door completely sobers you, jumping in your spot just in time to see eunbi fly across the living room to get to the door. there’s a big, happy smile on her face, ripping open the door and greeting her father in typical eunbi fashion.
“are those for me?” she asks, snatching the red box from his hands.
excitement bubbles inside the girl as she unveils twelve chocolate covered strawberries, a speciality at one of the local dessert shops just a few miles from her home.
“you shouldn’t have, dad, really. i’m much too tired to appreciate this.”
the man can only look at his daughter with a look of disdain and affection, waking up to an extremely passive aggressive text that she’d really appreciate an early morning treat from her favorite place ever and that it’d really inspire her to be ready.
but as he can currently see, given the state of her hair and pajamas pants, it didn’t at all act as a motivator.
“then maybe i should just-” but upon her father’s hand reaching out to grab the box of strawberries, the girl brings it to her body and runs away, yelling that her bags are packed and she’s just gonna wash her face.
he looks to you with a mock annoyed expression, your heart jumping in your chest as you send him a small, polite smile.
“how do you deal with her, y/n?” he asks, a smirk on his face rising as you let out a soft, slightly forced giggle - this man looks too good for his own good at ten o’clock in the morning.
“don’t talk shit about me!” she yelps before you can even think to say something, a smile lighting up his face again before he nods his head down the hall.
“i’ll bring down your girl’s bags,” he says, his tall, large frame coming toward you making your knees feel slightly wobbly.
you swear you see his eyes roam over you for the shortest of seconds, down to your shirt and exposed legs before back to your face, until he’s looking into your eyes questioningly.
totally not like someone who just checked out their daughter’s roommate - this is what you feared, your own delusionals and attraction making your crazy little brain see something that’s not there.
“her bedroom’s down that hall?”
you resist the urge to swallow nervously, begging yourself to snap out of it and remind yourself you have to deal with the man for a month. a month of his dark, piercing eyes and bright, white smile and skin so smooth and clear, it’s far too easy to forget he’s almost forty years old.
“yeah,” you barely manage to get out. “i-i can help and bring down mine.”
“no, it’s okay,” he insists, “help in getting eunbi ready. you know she’ll delay us thirty more minutes.”
you let out another strained chuckle as you nod your head, finally letting out the breath you’ve been holding when you hear his footsteps disappear down the hall and into her room.
as long as you distance yourself from him, not look him in the eye or let any sort of idea get in your head that an older, married man could want you back, this will be fine.
it’ll be a nice, calm, relaxed break actually full of interaction and socialization opposed to your usual lonely bubble of solitude.
eunbi’s not making that very easy though, when twenty minutes later, she’s opening the back door of her father’s black g-wagen and sprawling out on the black leather seats.
“where’s y/n supposed to go, eunbi?” seonghwa asked, the fatherly tone is his voice causing eunbi to let out a huff; the only time you see eunbi’s spoiled tendencies come out is around her father, the girl knowing he’ll do anything and everything for her.
and apparently, so will you.
sitting in the front seat of her car, next to her extremely hot father you’re trying to stay calm around, while she sleeps soundly in the backseat - if she didn’t invite to stay at her home, meals and bed and transportation free, you’d say she has to owe you.
“was she up all night talking to jiwoon?” mr. park asked, the past few moments of silence just as comforting as they were terrifying. it felt awkward to you, extremely tense and full of suspense, but you knew it was completely normal.
you bite down on your lip, looking back at eunbi sleeping soundly on the seat, even prepared with a fuzzy white blanket. you let out a soft giggle when you see her mouth open, the slightest bit of drool hanging from her mouth and threatening to spill on the dark leather.
“she might’ve been,” you mutter, a breathy laugh leaving her father that causes you to sneak a glance at him.
there’s not a hint of a wrinkle or imperfection on his glowing skin, black hair hanging in his face and red lips quirked into a content smile. that’s something you always noticed about him, despite his dark appearance and looming figure, he always appears to be happy.
smiles and laughs and never gives anyone without his same wealth a dirty glance - he treats everyone the same and that’s another reason you’ve taking a liking to him, not just because he’s the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
“y/n?” he asks, your intrusive thoughts being ripped away at the sound of his voice calling your name.
your eyes move to his and he’s watching you in slight amusement, a rampant blush creeping up on your cheeks at the way you’ve been caught. you’re quick to look away, shake your head and let out an awkward chuckle and apology.
you miss the way his eyes roam your side profile, a delightful smirk and feeling in his chest blooming before he speaks again.
“how was your semester?”
“it was good,” you say, hands placed nervously in your lap. “a lot of work on top of an internship but it was good.”
“and you girls are almost done,” he hums lowly, one hand atop the steering wheel while his eyes focus on the highway in front of him. “eunbi’s been talking about a combined graduation party since the moment you guys met.”
you let out a small laugh as you remember eunbi’s plan since your second semester of freshmen year, ignoring the twinge of sadness in your stomach.
you could’ve never anticipated delaying your college career when you first received your scholarship, happy and proud and eternally grateful for the opportunity.
but you suppose you’re lucky enough to have gotten this far, and delaying one last semester is nothing compared to people who never get to go to college - but it still makes you feel upset.
you think you have the right to feel disappointed and sad, the lingering sick feeling in your stomach making you feel nauseous.
“is it okay if i open the window for a second?” you mumble to mr. park, the man looking over your face.
he presses down on the passenger window button immediately, your face met with cold air as relief floods through your body.
“are you okay? do you get car sick?” he asks, remembering how much eunbi used to get car sick (on the rare occasion she wasn’t passed out during a road trip).
“not usually,” you mumble, resting your head on the side of the door.
then again, i’m not usually freaking out about making tuition money or repressing my violent attraction to my roommate’s father.
seonghwa watches as you close your eyes for a few moment, allowing the cold, windy air to hit your face. he couldn’t help but notice the pinkish tint to your cheeks, suppressing the urge for his eyes and thoughts to wander.
you’re a college girl in the prime of her life and his daughter’s best friend, he’d be a fool to think you were blushing and nervous because of him - but he also doesn’t remember you looking like.... this.
so pretty and dressed up and pink in the face as you check him out with a soft and curious look in your eye.
“maybe try to take a nap,” he suggests, his gaze lingering back onto the road so he doesn’t look at your exposed legs. “i’ll pull off at a rest stop to get you ginger ale.”
“that’s not necessary, mr. park,” your sweet voice says, something about it causing his insides to jump - he definitely doesn’t remember you sounding like that. “i’ll be okay. just need the window open for a little longer.”
you spend the next few minutes with the cold, december wind blowing through the car, your back pressed against the comfortable seat behind you. a chill runs through your body, goosebumps rising on your exposed thighs, but it feels better than the alternative.
potentially panicking or vomiting due to current stress of your life.
your gaze shifts to the man beside you, whether it be to check him out or ask if he’s cold unknown to you.
“are you okay with the-”
the words are stuck in your throat when you see his eyes aren’t on the road but your exposed, goose-bumpy thighs, the white lace of your thigh high stockings and pink skirt leaving little to the imagination.
you wish you could see the look in his eye, if it’s judgemental and shameful or full of lust and curiosity. if he’s wondering what you have on just a few inches under your skirt and if that’s something he even thinks about.
or maybe he’s just looking because it’s there - your skirt blowing in the wind and him caught off guard by the sight right there in his passenger seat.
“um, i think i’m good now,” you mumble, watching from your peripheral as he shifts in his seat and tightens his hold on the steering wheel.
“alright, let me know if you wanna stop.”
you bite down on your lip as you nod your head, keeping your eyes on the view in front of you.
the faint sounds of eunbi snoring behind you act as a way to ground you, remind you that these thoughts and feelings you’re having can’t stay.
maybe you have to get it our of your system now, take all the looks you can and feel all the hopefulness your delusional brain needs until you act as if eunbi’s father is a mean, disgusting, grotesque man.
not someone who gets your heart and body pounding.
you’re not sure how many songs play on the radio until you both are talking again, seonghwa looking in the rearview mirror to see his daughter still passed out on the seats.
“do you think she’ll sleep the whole time?”
he hope for his sake, she doesn’t.
you look back at eunbi sleeping soundly, the drool previously trickling down her mouth successfully making a pool on the black leather.
“probably,” you chuckle out lightly. “i have a feeling she went to bed around six.”
“shit,” he laughs out, remembering the days he used to be able to pull all nighters in college or dreaded the idea of waking up in the morning. “i can’t remember the last time i was able to stay up past one.”
“you’re not even that old, mr. park,” you tease, not sure where you got the balls to say that and feeling, at least for a few seconds, that you overstepped; but then he lets out a deep, amused chuckle and it causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
“not that old, huh?” he quips, your tooth sinking into your lip at the tone of his voice. “you know i’m turning 40 in a few months, right?”
you crane your neck to look at the man in the driver’s seat, swallowing thickly when you see his eyes are already on you. there’s a certain type of lightness and teasing in them that you’ve never seen before, the man always happy and jovial but never like this.
never looking so... teasing and playful.
“yeah,” you say with a growing smirk, not being able to help your own nervous excitement. “that doesn’t seem too bad.”
the deep, low chuckle that leaves him causes your stomach to swoop, eyes wide and the small smile on your face causing him to look over you once more.
it’s shameless and bold but neither of you seem to care in that moment.
“i’ll keep that in mind,” he says, deep brown eyes piercing through yours before his face turns teasing and.. appropriate.. “the next time eunbi tries to call me an old man or something.”
“right,” you chuckle out, cheeks burning and heart pounding as you allow yourself to break eye contact.
the ride to eunbi’s house is just over two hours, hoping and praying that it goes by quickly - because you’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to be alone, or mostly alone, with him.
you’re thinking too much into his words and his gaze and the way he makes you feel, making you silly enough to believe that, maybe, a part of him wants you too.
the second you arrived at eunbi’s, you had already felt unwelcomed.
not only because of mrs. park, who just about sneered at your presence in her exquisite home, but because of the dozens of other socialites in the immaculately white living room.
it looked and felt almost like a hospital. a white color scheme with black accents, extremely cold and spotless - the only bit of color was in eunbi’s room where it felt like you could actually breathe.
“i’m sorry, i told her not to throw her fucking gathering today,” eunbi complained, grumpy from her nap but still happy to finally be home.
“a bunch of stuck up snobs, i swear to god. they either have to get the stick lodged so far up their asshole removed or get dicked down by their lousy excuses of-”
“eunbi,” you hear her father’s deep voice reprimand, the girl not even feeling the slightest bit of shame or embarrassment for talking that way in front of her father.
“oh, c’mon, dad, you know it’s true!” she whines in a whispered tone. “they’re the worst! and she knew me and y/n were coming today, do you really think that wasn’t a coincidence?”
because, as far as eunbi thinks, she has sinking suspicions that her mom did this solely to make you uncomfortable.
she had already been hesitant to let you stay in the first place, had eunbi not gone full on bitch mode and stubbornly proclaimed she’d spend the break with you at the apartment.
but you didn’t have to know that.
“i don’t care, it’ll just be my first christmas without my family, mom, who cares about that,” she had said, all types of manipulative and toxic behavior that she learned from the best.
she’s sure her mother was sweet and good at one point in her life, she wouldn’t have ended up with her father in the first place if she wasn’t, but money changes people.
wealth and greed and having the power to get anything you want because you flash a stack of money around or write out a check.
“i told her to have them out by dinner,” he said, his eyes moving from eunbi to you, standing there with tense shoulders and a shy, uncomfortable look on your face.
“you’re more than welcomed here, y/n,” he said, his voice low and full of kindness as he stands in eunbi’s doorway. “don’t worry about it, okay?”
you resist the urge to pout at the touched feeling in your chest, looking from the man to eunbi who’s nodding at her dad’s words.
“thank you, mr. park,” you say, a phrase he swears has never effected him this deeply.
and because of that, he’s quick to haul ass out of there. tells you guys that dinner will be ready around seven and to come down whenever.
you and eunbi spend that time in her room to unpack both of your things and watch movies, her king sized bed nearly lulling you to sleep until her loud squeal and bounce of the bed causes you to jump in shock.
“y/n, don’t be mad at me please,” she whines directly in your face, all wide-eyed and cutesy as she looks at you with mock innocence.
“what did you do?” you mumble tiredly, pushing her away with the smallest of sneers.
“i’ll be back for dinner, i promise, but... is it okay if i go to jiwoon’s for a little?” she asks, cocking her head to the side before shimming closer to you. “i have to get railed so bad.”
“jesus christ, eunbi,” you snort, pushing her away again and burying your face in the pillow - you’ve never met someone who overshares as much as she does.
she plops down on her back with an unabashed giggle, popping right back up like an annoying little dog and looking at you with a smile.
“of course you can go, i’m not gonna hold you hostage here,” you say when she pulls your face away, looking at you so expectantly and sweetly, you couldn’t say no if you wanted.
“okay, but i don’t want you thinking that i’m gonna ditch you this whole time. i’m really not, y/n,” she pouts, knowing that was one of the reasons you were apprehensive about coming - that and her bitch of a mother. “i just miss him.”
a pout falls on your face as you look at eunbi and the genuine look on her face.
“bi, i’m serious, go. i want you to,” you insist, moving a piece of her tangled hair away from her face. “we were just gonna be up here anyway. i’ll probably take a nap, i was about to fall asleep before your loud ass-”
“thank you, thank you, thank you,” she says, pulling you into a tight hug before jumping off her bed and rushing toward her door. “i’ll be back a lot more calm and happy. oh, why, you ask? because i’m about to get my back blown the fuck ou-”
you thank god for your impeccable aim, promptly whacking eunbi in the face with one of her pillows.
“get out of here,” you groan, eunbi throwing the pillow back with a smile on her face.
“sweet dreams, y/n!”
you let out a sigh when she closes her door, falling back onto her bed with a soft plop.
you were definitely tired from your anxious pacing this morning but aren’t sure how much sleep you’re gonna get right now, tonight or for the rest of the month.
knowing that you’re unwelcomed by one person, extremely attracted to another and silently betraying the person you should be most loyal too - but as long as it just stays in your head, and you remind yourself that there’s no way mr. park could feel anything back to you, it’ll be fine.
you’ll just get by quietly and smoothly at dinners or in passing through the hallways, enjoy eunbi’s comfortable king-sized bed and the fact that you don’t have to spend yet another holiday alone.
reruns of drake and josh play in the background, keeping your giggles quiet as drake soaks his feet in lizard pee. you feel your eyes grow heavy the more episodes you watch, the shitty laugh track and loud, bickering brothers eventually lulling you to sleep.
it takes about five knocks on the door to eventually stir you, your eyes fluttering open to see mr park’s figure in the doorway. you can only stare at the man as you adjust to him, taking in his tall, slim figure just a few feet away from you.
taking in the way his white shirt clings to his body, broad shoulders and slim torso on display in a way that makes you wish you could see, just for a second, what he looks like underneath that a-
“sorry if i woke you,” his deep voice hums, the slightest bit of amusement in his voice that causes your cheeks to warm. “i didn’t think you’d be sleeping at seven p.m.”
“no, it’s okay,” you stammer out, sitting up in eunbi’s bed. “i... i don’t even know when i fell asleep, to be honest.”
he looks at the screen to see drake and josh playing, a smirk pulling at his lips as his gaze shifts back to you.
“it’s funny,” you defend with a mumble, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach - he’s far too handsome, everything about him is just far too attractive, even in his laugh.
“that’s what eunbi claims,” he says, remembering all the years of his daughter forcing him to watch ridiculous shows.
despite his daughter’s outgoing nature, she never had a lot of friends growing up.
there was once a small group of girls she hung out but they quickly drifted apart throughout high school, leaving eunbi really only with him and her boyfriend.
the boyfriend who seonghwa really didn’t wanna like out of principal but seeing that the kid really does love his daughter quickly coming around.
“speaking of, where is she? jiwoon’s?”
“yeah,” you tell him, settling back into the pillows and stretching your arms out in front of you. “she said she’d be back for dinner.”
“well she’s wrong, as usual, because dinner’s ready,” he quips playfully, the smirk pulling at his lips causing you to smile back at him. you swallow nervously when his eyes roam over your face, your own gaze trained on him before you see his mouth start to move again.
“do you want me to bring some up for you? or you’ll come down?”
he can see the apprehension on your face immediately, fear crossing your eyes and your arms folding into each other uncomfortably. he tries to ignores the way your soft white sweater dips by your chest, a hint of perky cleavage just barely showing that causes his dick to twitch in his pants.
he doesn’t know when this happened.
he didn’t know when he became a pervy old man who checked out college girls with his wife just downstairs and the knowledge that you’re his daughter’s friend.
“i’ll come down,” you say, surprising him just as he was about to insist he brings some up for you. “she’ll probably be back soon anyway.”
but five minutes pass by, then ten, then twenty and eunbi’s still not home - it’s just you, seonghwa and mrs. park at the long, glass dining room table.
white chairs with high backs and comfortable cushions to match the immaculate, hospital-like color scheme and environment; truthfully, you’ve never been more terrified to eat a plate of chicken parmesan in your life.
the sound of utensils scraping on the china and the crackling of the fireplace a room over are the only noises heard throughout the home, mrs. park taking a swig of wine and gently placing it on the table with a light clack.
“so, y/n,” she finally says, breaking the tension with her rich-sounding, nasally voice. “how has school been, dear? you’re an... art major, am i remembering that correctly?”
“uh, photography, yeah,” you smile tensely, trying to ignore the judgment in her voice.
“ah, so you never switched over to business then,” she hums, her wine glass back in hand as her dark, gorgeous eyes look you over.
you bite the inside of your cheek as you feel a pink flush cover your face, faintly remembering your roommate saving you a few semesters ago when her mom was grilling you about picking a more practical and useful major.
“she can do whatever she wants, mom,” eunbi eventually snapped, “whether she does business or photography or even liberal arts is none of your business.”
“no,” you mutter out, dropping your gaze to look over the intricate pattern on the table. “i thought about it but it wasn’t something i wanted.”
“so you didn’t want something practical? or useful?” she asks, using those two words yet again while cocking her head to the side with a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
“a business degree would’ve been great, y/n. everyone always has connections to somewhere, you could’ve found a job right out of college.”
you bite back the urge to tell her no. that not everyone has connections to multi billion dollar companies or numbers of ceos in their phones or the ceo of a tech company as their next door neighbors.
but instead, the same way eunbi defended you against her mother, seonghwa does against his wife. gives you a soft, sympathetic side eye before placing his larger hand on his wife’s.
“there are tons of jobs in photography too, honey,” seonghwa says, his voice so warm and soft and welcoming compared to hers even despite the slight edge in it.
“and she can travel to build her portfolio. it’s a fantastic opportunity to explore the world and make money. is there a particular type of photography you’d wanna do?”
you feel yourself relax slightly, a small smile on your face as you nod your head toward the striking couple.
“i would love to be a wedding photographer actually,” you mumble, a romantic at heart who’s read and watched far too many novels and romcoms.
“taking pictures of all those moments would be really fun, i think. like when the groom sees the bride for the first time or just everyone dancing and having fun. weddings are usually happy and i like to photography happy things.”
“that sounds perfect for you then,” seonghwa smiles, his brown eyes lighting up and making you feel even more at ease.
“i think you’ll do great, y/n. and you only have a semester left, right? maybe you and eunbi you could travel for the summer before you start your jobs.”
you ignore the swish of dread and anxiety in your stomach at the mention of next semester, instead choosing to smile softly and nod your head at the man.
“i think she’d love that,” you giggle out, knowing damn well your roommate already has an extensive list of cities she wants to visit before ‘real life begins.’
“and how do your parents feel about everything?” mrs. park asks, making your stomach twist with even more dread and discomfort. “are they proud?”
you wish you could fold in on yourself right now, swallowing the growing, nervous lump in your throat.
because not only is she making you incredibly uncomfortable right now, with her harsh looks and topic of conversation and snide little tone, she just mentioned the people you haven’t spoken to since you left home at eighteen.
you don’t know what to say, you have the slightest bit of concern you might throw up on her, when the loud, chipper voice of your roommate floats through the cold, silent house.
“i’m back!” her chipper voice yelps, sock-clad feet running through the house and sliding on the marble floor. “what’d you guys make?”
“you’re late, eunbi,” seonghwa mumbles warningly, an innocent smile on her face as she picks up her plate of food and plops down next to you.
“am i? or are you girls just early?”
“i’m not a girl.”
“it’s a figure of speech, father,” eunbi says, smiling playfully at her father before turning to you.
she’s able to tell the second she sees your face that you’re uncomfortable, the pink flush still lingering on your face and the tenseness of your shoulders making her frown.
“i’m sorry you were alone with them,” she whispers, genuine sorrow in her wide, mock-innocent eyes. “i got held up. or... down, rather, but i tried to leave on time. i promise.”
“uh huh, i bet,” you mumble back, fighting back a smile despite your discomfort.
because eunbi has always had something about her that made it impossible to stay mad at her, her carefree, unfiltered way of communicating that made being her friend so easy.
even if, sometimes, you wanted to kill her.
“so mom,” eunbi quips, turning her soft gaze to you before looking over her mother.
“what was with your little group of bitchy housewives today? you couldn’t have had them over any other day? what kind of christmas disgrace is that?”
“eunbi...” seonghwa chastises lowly, the girl with her brow already quirked and eyes narrowed.
“i can do whatever i want in my home, eunbi. are you forgetting how things work around here?”
“how could i, when i’m met with thirty middle-aged women with botox out the ass in my home the second i get back from school?” she asks, “you didn’t think me and y/n would wanna spend the break, like, resting?”
“you ran off to your boyfriend’s the second you got here,” mrs. park bites back, her glass of wine empty as she pinches the bridge of her nose. “left your friend all alone in your room. what did i tell you about leaving... guests unattended in the house?”
the accusation and direction of conversation is quickly making you feel uncomfortable, your head turned down in your lap and leaving your cheeks aflame.
she’s making it sound like you would steal something in her home for christ’s sake, like you’re not a guest who’s dreaded coming here due to this very reason.
you block out the back and forth between eunbi and her mom, a few more seconds of yappy feminine voices before a deeply spoken “enough,” echoes through the dining room.
you even look up at the sound, watching as mr. park’s eyes rest on you. his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of your red cheeks, his gaze shifting from you to his daughter to his wife beside him.
“y/n’s here for a month and we’re gonna make her feel welcomed the entire time. if you two are gonna fight, don’t do it at the dinner table.”
“but dad, she totally-”
“maybe you should’ve taught your daughter-”
“no more,” seonghwa growls, a sense of finality in his tone that causes the room to go silent.
you can tell your friend is unbothered by the reprimanding, shoveling food into her mouth and sipping from her wine glass completely unbothered.
sometimes you wish you could be more like her, so unfazed by conflict or loud voices or the strained relationship with a parent.
eunbi was always open with you about the rocky relationship with her mother, saying more than once to you that if it weren’t for her father, she would’ve long cut off any contact with her.
she had never really been there for eunbi growing up, having nannies and chefs take care of her for most of her life - it was her nanny of fifteen years who taught her how to walk and talk, was there with her for all the milestones she met through infancy, childhood and even adolescence.
but even then, eunbi was nonchalant and carefree about it.
saying that she’s not gonna waste her time being upset over it when she knows her mom doesn’t think about her at all. it makes your heart hurt for eunbi, grateful that the girl at least has a good relationship with her father and boyfriend.
and you, of course. you consider her your best friend and you know she does the same - even if sometimes, you wanna pull her hair out.
“i’m gonna go the food store tomorrow, eunbi, so if you and y/n want anything, just text it to me.”
“oooh can we come!” she squeals, knocking her arm into yours like an excited kid in a candy store. “we wanna try making our cookies again.”
“you’re gonna bake?” the girl’s father asks, a look of doubt on his face that causes you to bite back a smile.
“no, we’re gonna bake,” she corrects with snark, “y/n measures the ingredients and stirs, i put it in the oven and watch.”
“right, silly me,” the man hums, a smirk pulling at his lips the more he sees his daughter get irritated. “but of course you girls can come,” he says, his eyes flicking to you for just a few seconds too long.
you can only look back with a small smile, a quiet “thank you,” leaving your mouth that you’re positive he doesn’t catch.
(he did).
you help clean your plate off before you and eunbi go up to her room later that night, once her door’s closed and she’s sitting down shooting her a look of disdain.
“i know you’re mad, okay, i’m sorry, i really am!” she whines, holding her arms out for you to come over. “i tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. he just kept wanting to-”
“i don’t need the details you sick freak!” you yelp, going over and plopping down on her bed. “ugh, it was just... so awkward. your mom hates me. she was utterly perturbed that i didn’t switch my major to business.”
“ugh, she’s a crotchety bitch i swear,” eunbi says, falling onto her back and looking at you with sorrow in her eyes. “i’m sorry, i really am. i won’t leave you alone with her again, i promise.”
you quirk an unconvinced eyebrow her way, eyes full of doubt and distrust before she throws herself on you and squeals that, at least, now you can have a scary movie marathon without any interruptions.
it seems you also probably should’ve made her promise last night that you’d never be alone with her father either; it didn’t even occur to you at the time, not thinking that she’d really ditch you two days in a row.
but alas, jiwoon’s car pulled up when all three of you were walking out of the house to the g-wagon for the trip to the food store, her shooting you an apologetic look and whispered condolences in your ear.
“i’m technically not breaking my promise because my dad’s nice,” she mumbled, the feeling in your body more nervous and aroused than it is angry and upset.
but she could’t know that.
“and when i break your head? then what, eunbi?”
“i love you,” she giggles in your ear, the playful tone of your voice letting her know she got off the hook again. “it’ll be fine. my dad’s a good man. he wouldn’t ever talk shit to you the way my mom does.”
little does she know how much you want her dad to talk shit to you.
talk to you in a way that’s casual and playful and teasing, like the hints of it you’ve seen in the car or in eunbi’s room when you were alone last night. you just want him to look at you with the slightest bit of something, even though it’s wrong.
not only because of his wife, no matter how big a bitch she is, but because of-
“do you still wanna come with me?”
seonghwa’s voice pulls you away from your thoughts, looking to the man dressed in a long, black jacket and expensive loafers. he looks far too fancy and delectable for a trip to the grocery store.
eunbi is long gone by now, her giggles and carefree run down the driveway and into her boyfriend’s car leaving you and mr. park alone, with only the blue sky and crisp air as your witness.
him looking you over hopefully, with a twinge of teasing and longing in his gaze.
you looking at him full of nerves and excitement, biting down on your lip as you nod your head timidly.
“s-sure, if that’s okay,” you say, looking from him to his car just a few feet away. “it’d be better than sitting in eunbi’s room again.”
a handsome smile crosses his face as he nods his head, heart pounding and throat constricting as you watch him walk toward the car.
he walks around the front of a smaller, sleek suv, your own eyes watching in confusion until he opens the passenger side door.
you can only stare blankly, head cocked to the side as you really start to wonder if this man is about to make you drive his car costing more than your life.
“are you getting in, y/n?” he asks, an amused smile pulling at his lips - almost like he’s making fun of your nervous, intimidated disposition.
you shake your head of the confusion, cheeks flushing in the cold december air as you do an awkward jog toward the car. you dip in beside him as your body hits the cool leather, craning your neck to shoot him a small, grateful smile.
your faces are closer than you anticipated, breath catching in your throat as his gaze watches you closely.
he doesn’t say a word or move a muscle, taking a few moments for his eyes to roam your face and body before mumbling to buckle up.
you wish you knew how long the drive to the store would be, as it would slightly settle you and the thick, awkward tension in the air. it appears to be enough time for the heat to go on, warm air blowing from the vents before he asks if you want your seat heater on.
“oh, sure, thank you,” you mumble, a smile quirking on his lips as he presses down on the small circular button.
more silence lingers in the air as the trees outside you pass by, the bright winter sun and blue sky not making it feel like christmas is only a few days away.
you can’t remember the last time the holidays have actually felt like it, though, all the lonely days blending into one and feeling as if they were the same.
maybe this year, because you’re surrounded by eunbi and her family, it’ll feel less lonely. maybe you’ll actually enjoy yourself and find that you’ve missed out when you denied her invitation each and every-
“i’m sorry about my wife last night.”
those are words you don’t expect so they shock you even more, looking at the older man beside you with a wide-eyed, confused gaze. his dark eyes are expressionless and casual on the road, one hand on the wheel while the other rests beside him.
“i... what do you mean?” you ask, knowing damn well you understand his apology - and given the unamused look he throws you, he knows you’re full of shit too.
“i don’t think she means to judge you so harshly,” he begins, his deep, smooth voice full of sympathy and softness. “it’s not her place to question your education or major, so i just want to apologize for her.”
“that’s not necessary, mr. park,” you insist, shaking your head as a small, breathy chuckle leaves you. “and it’s not like i haven’t heard it before.”
because no one is ever too confident in any of the arts being your main source of income or profession; even your own parents, although it really wouldn’t matter what you would have chosen, haven’t been supportive.
and you especially haven’t missed the looks of pity or distaste when you tell people on campus or at parties in the frat house, future business leaders or stem majors looking at you like just said the sky is hot pink.
“well that’s just ridiculous,” seonghwa says, ripping you from your thoughts so you can roam over his strong, handsome face. “it’s a great field to work in and something you’re passionate about. that’s what matters most.”
he can tell by the way your cheeks flush that you’re slightly embarrassed and he can’t help but find it endearing, licking over his lips as his mind begins to wander.
wonder about what other parts of you could flush so easily or what else he could say to really make the pinkness deepen.
“i guess,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you look at the passing oak trees and mansions.
“and... what you said last night about traveling to build my portfolio,” you begin, shocked by the words continuing to leave your mouth. “that’s something i’ve thought about doing. i think it’d be really fun, regardless if i did wedding photographer or not.”
“yeah?” he asks, the smile on his face causing your head to jump. “i think that’d be good, too. where would you wanna go first?”
your lips purse to the side as you think it over, a love for traveling anywhere you could but having an especially strong pull toward the tropics.
“cancun or the maldives,” you answer, the financial aspect of the trip leaving it most likely impossible for you. “it’ll probably never happen, because i’d have to sell my first born, but i’ve always wanted to go somewhere like that. somewhere tropical and fun.”
seonghwa bites his tongue about his multiple trips there, instead letting out a chuckle that causes butterflies to erupt. his eyes are too drawn to your body in the front seat, legs crossed and arms over your lap politely.
“you never know,” he hums, ripping his gaze away before you catch his gawking. “you might get there one day, after being the best wedding photographer the city has to offer.”
“oh, please,” you glggle out, cheeks flushing despite the absurdity of the comment.
you catch the smile that creeps on his face, the same handsome, carefree smile you saw in the car last time.
you try not to let it get to you, let your brain convince you that maybe he likes hanging out with you alone as much as you like it too.
“i’m serious,” he says, the earnest tone of his voice slipping into dad mode in a way he doesn’t even realize. “your parents must be proud.”
you bite down on your lip as you let out a soft, almost scornful, chuckle, a quietly mumbled “yeah,” leaving your mouth that causes his eyebrows to pull together.
he always thought it was a little suspicious that in the four years eunbi has known you, she’s never told him about your parents; as far as he knows, she’s never even seen them.
“she has her scholarship and stuff so she doesn’t really need them,” his daughter said one day, the two of them discussing why you were spending yet another break alone in the apartment.
“but they don’t want her home for the holidays? you told her she was welcomed, right?”
“ugh, about a thousand times,” his daughter groans in the seat, throwing herself against the window dramatically. “i basically begged her, dad, but she said she didn’t wanna intrude. i’m telling you it’s because mom is the biggest fucking-”
“eunbi...”
“you know it’s true!” she squeals, seonghwa biting his tongue in an effort to be the bigger and better parent. “i don’t even know why you guys got married.”
but that’s what happens with teen pregnancies and rich families. how they were destined to marry anyway, due to their parents companies and stupid business politics.
it was one drunken night at his dad’s company party and a broken condom that sealed his fate with finality - made him go from a single, carefree high school student to a married businessman with a child just two short years later.
his wife was good at one point he likes to think, remembering she was gorgeous and sassy and not like the other girls who would drop to their knees for him.
but marriage and a child and just life quickly caught up with them, already trapped in a loveless, pointless marriage by the time he hit 25.
he’d be lying if he said he didn’t stay for eunbi, that they both didn’t stay for eunbi throughout her childhood and now just grew too used to being an unhappy married couple who live separate lives.
there was never any reason for them to divorce though, no one serious in his or his wife’s lives and the hassle of money and disputing houses and cars and assets far too draining.
“i don’t believe i’ve ever met them,” seonghwa says, pulling into the store parking lot to see it’s less crowded than he suspected it’d be. “what do they do?”
you couldn’t imagine anything more unbearable than disclosing to your friend’s hot dad who you may or may not have feelings for about the messed up relationship with your parents.
it just screams daddy issues, which might say a lot about your very attraction to him in the first place.
“they run a little restaurant back in my home town. it’s about three hours from campus, which is why i don’t really go home for breaks.”
seonghwa hums lowly, nodding his head as he looks at you at a stop sign.
you’re unnerved by the way his eyes roam you, like he can see signs of you being uncomfortable about your parents and wants to know why - but why would he care? you’re only his daughter’s roommate.
“do you miss seeing them?”
you lick over your lips nervously, watching as his eyes darken every so slightly.
he watches each and every of your movements carefully, so in tune with your reactions and breaths you can just feel yourself getting more and more worked up.
not in the slightest, you wanna say. i’ll probably never see them again and have no qualms about it, mr. park.
“i suppose,” you mutter, shrugging your shoulders as you apprehensively meet his gaze.
“you suppose?” he asks, concern etched on his face. “when was the time you’ve seen them? since your freshmen year?”
you avert your gaze as your teeth sink into your bottom lip, in no way wanting to have this discussion at ten a.m. when, much to your pleasure, an impatient car behind beeps at seonghwa’s mercedes.
his dark eyes move to the rearview mirror, narrowed and irritated in a way you can’t help but think is sexy, before he puts his foot off the break and turns into the parking lot.
“i think this person’s leaving,” you mutter when you notice another car go in reverse, seonghwa snatching the spot before the impatient, crotchety lady behind him could steal it.
you can’t help but smirk as seonghwa eyes her when you get out of the car, giving him a look that’s half judgmental and half amused.
“what? she beeped at me.”
“aren’t you supposed to be, like, an adult?”
he rolls his eyes as he takes a cart from the pile, nodding his head for you to go in front and “stop talking back to an elder.”
you can’t help but smirk at his playfulness, taking your spot in the front and pretending as if you always move your hips this much when you walk casually; you would’ve felt embarrassed, had you not turned around a few moments later to see his eyes already on you.
“where to first, mr. park?”
he has to bite back the groan threatening to leave his mouth, reminding himself to keep himself in check this month - starting tomorrow.
“depends, y/n,” he hums, voice far too deep and sultry to be surrounded by innocent bystanders in the grocery store. “what do you want?”
words are caught in your throat and you can only stare dumbly, your plan quickly back firing as he appears to do the same - but it’s gotta be in your head, right?
regardless, it quickly humbles you in the form of a small, unsure shrug.
it’s how you two start walking up and down the aisles, seonghwa putting in what he remembers and items on his mental list while also insisting you put in anything you want.
your arms bump ever so often, softly apologizing and acknowledging it the first few times before you both realize it may be happening on purpose.
you stick close to him when the aisles get tight and crowded, his deep voice telling you to “go ahead,” causing you to swallow shakily. you feel the presence of his hand just a few inches from your hips, lingering and hovering but never fully touching.
it’s finally when you’re in the bread aisle, seonghwa a few feet away talking to the man at the bakery counter, that you decide to put something in the cart.
you would usually never accept someone’s offer to buy you something, already feeling bad about staying with them rent free and eating their meals without compensating.
but the brioche loaf brand is one of your favorites, only sold on occasion at the corner store near campus.
you press up on your tippy toes to grab the bag of bread, stretching your arm up with all your might. the plastic slips through your fingers just as you’re about to snatch it down, letting out an annoyed huff as you pulled down your sweater dress.
you mumble your annoyances before trying again, back on the tips of your toes with your arm raising when you feel a hand on the small of your back.
it’s large and warm and seeping through the thin material of your burgundy dress, a snappy protest about to leave your mouth when you catch mr. park’s face in your peripheral.
there’s a content look on his face as he takes the bag with ease, holding it above your head as his hand moves from your back to your waist with a gentle touch.
you look at him with wide eyes and a pounding heart, his hand on your waist so foreign and strange but... good. something you didn’t even realize you’d been craving until it happened.
the strength and warmth of his hand, though if you think about it just enough, you can feel the weight of his wedding band through the fabric.
“is this what you wanted?”
his voice is deep and low as he speaks to you and you alone, your eyes raising to see him staring down at you. you can’t make out the expression in them, just the darkness in his eyes and the frantic beating of your heart.
you can’t even being to understand the context of his words right now because, yes, this is exactly what you’ve wanted - but he doesn’t know that, right?
“w-what?”
he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face, all sorts of pride and satisfaction and arousal coursing through his veins at your current disposition.
“the bread,” he says, stepping back and holding it out to you. “is this the one you wanted?”
your eyes narrow as you look at him, the smirk on his face, the amusement in his gaze, the playfulness that’s radiating off him - is he fucking with you?
“oh... i... yes,” you finally say, coming to your senses and not allowing yourself to think this way anymore. “that’s the one. i hope it’s okay.”
“of course,” he hums, placing the bread in the cart before going back to the front handles. “you can get anything you want, i already told you that.”
you nod dumbly as you follow beside him, seonghwa picking more things off the shelves and muttering the list to himself as you try to get your shit together.
because yes, you’re attracted to him and yes, you’ve found yourself alone with him for more than two days in a row and yes, there’s been some lingering looks and touches but that doesn’t mean anything.
you can’t let your own deluded thoughts and desires get in the way of reality.
the reality that he’s your friend and roommate’s married father and you’re a college student. he doesn’t want you just as much as you shouldn’t want him so what’s the problem here?
maybe it’s that you’re a 22-year-old woman who’s only been on a handful of dates.
that the last time you made out with someone was when you were drunk and dared to kiss the first guy that walked through the bar (luckily, somewhat attractive and surprisingly polite).
that, maybe, you’re so horribly touch-starved and aching for affection, you’re trying to find it in a hot father figure who’s just as kind as he sexy - and that, you think, is the second most tragic thing here.
because the first would absolutely be thinking that any of this, any of these stares or touches or coincidences of eunbi leaving you two alone, means something.
means that maybe this break is for you two is create an attraction and build some sort of bond and-
“y/n.”
you’re barely able to register seonghwa’s voice before his arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling your body into his taller one and having you pressed up right against him.
you were so lost in thought of him that you didn’t see the older women skirting her cart around the aisle quickly, phone pressed to her ear as she yells to her husband about the christmas ham.
you’re not even sure if she shoots you a look of sorrow or utters any apology, too consumed and distracted by the feeling and proximity of mr. park.
his arm wrapped around you, your body pressed flush up against him, his neck craned down to look at you with a building... something in his eyes. playfulness and teasing but also something darker, something that makes your stomach swoop and renders you unable to move.
“are you always so clumsy and distracted?” he mumbles lowly, his deep voice quiet for only you two to hear - like he knows even in a sea of strangers, he has to keep these interactions quiet.
“what would you do if i wasn’t here to help you, y/n?”
i wouldn’t have been distracted in the first place, you’re tempted to say - but you certainly don’t wanna open that can of worms, especially not in the middle of this grocery store with the way your heart is pounding.
“i... i’m sorry, i was distracted,” you mutter, playing up the damsel in distress just a little bit. “my mistake, mr. park.”
he licks over his lips, swearing his name just being spoken has never effected him like this. he doesn’t even know where this attraction came from, seeing you leave the dorm building yesterday morning and something in his body jumping at the sight of you.
maybe it’s just showing how unhappy he really is with his life, living day to day to just work. hang out with his friends and go to sleep alone - he doesn’t remember the last time his wife touched him, looked at him like she wanted him or made any move to be with him.
he just knows that you showed up, looking so pretty and wide-eyed and coy, and is now about to lose his mind.
“it’s alright,” he says, hoping you don’t hear the thick tension he hears in his own voice, like he’s some idiotic, hormonal young boy. “i think we only have a few more aisles left, anyway.”
he plucks the remaining items off the shelves before you both make your way to the self check-out, him scanning and you bagging because “eunbi says if my career as a photographer fails, i could be the best grocery bagger ever.”
“that’s just because she puts the bread on the bottom,” seonghwa mutters, a smile on your face as you nod your head - she squished one too many of your brioche loafs before you realized bagging just wasn’t for her.
your fingers graze ever so often, the coldness of his tips a stark contrast to your warmer ones.
a particularly big, bulk bag of vegetables proves to be a challenge for you, working through the packed bag with some difficulty. you let out an annoyed groan as you play a dangerous game of tetris, trying not to rip open the brown paper bag.
you finally get the box inside, a little bit prouder than you care to admit, when your precious brioche loaf is dropped right atop. you look up at seonghwa to see him already apologizing, your brow raised as you look at the older man in confusion.
did he think your hand was out? why would he just throw the food at you?
but it’s only when you feel a little more air than normal on your chest that you see what could’ve possibly caused the distraction, the white lace from your bra sticking out.
your cleavage in this dress was hidden for the most part, only becoming a little more obvious when you moved around or packed a shitload of groceries. it makes you bite back a smirk as you put two and two together, looking up to see his eyes still lingering over you.
two can play at this game mr. park.
“mr. park,” you begin, feigning a certain kind of innocence as you place your bread atop the other groceries and finally look up at him. “are you always so clumsy?”
it takes a few seconds for a smile to pull at his lips, the tick in his jaw not going unnoticed to you - so maybe this wasn’t all in your head. maybe he wants you too... possibly.
“you’re funny, y/n,” he mumbles, a smile pulling at your lips as he takes out his black card. “i guess i was distracted, too.”
you swallow the lump in your throat as you feel the slightest hint of arousal run through you, shaking it off and letting out a forced, girlish chuckle.
you pack the car a few minutes later without any lingering eyes or touches, seonghwa telling you about the meals they plan on cooking for christmas.
they usually don’t make their own food for holidays but decided to have a more traditional set up for you and eunbi’s arrival - he also hasn’t cooked a meal for his family in god knows how long.
“that’ll be great, thank you,” you tell him, clicking your seatbelt in as he backs out the spot. “i’m kind of a picky eater but i’ll eat anything you guys provide me.”
“and you have the whole brioche loaf,” seonghwa says, a giggle leaving your mouth as you nod your head.
“true. it’s really good.”
“i’ve never tried, perhaps you’d be willing to-”
his wife’s name popping up on his car dashboard acts as a way to bring you back to reality, brings a certain kind of silence over the both of you for a few seconds.
like he wasn’t just rubbing his body against yours and you weren’t just flirting with him in the form of smirking lips and snarky comments.
you watch a twinge of annoyance behind seonghwa’s eyes, gaze roaming over the screen as if he’s in contemplation before muttering “one second.”
“hello?”
“where are you?” her voice snaps in annoyance, “i told you we had that board meeting at one.”
“and it’s only noon,” his deep voice mumbles, not matching her level of irritation but sounding a whole lot different than a few seconds ago. “me and y/n are coming back now.”
“y/n?” she spats, like it’s a disgusting piece of food she wouldn’t dare put in her mouth. “what about eunbi?”
“she went off with jiwoon before i could get her in the car.”
“so it was only you two?” she asks, the snide judgment and underlying tone in her voice causing your stomach to churn. “did she ask you to buy a bunch of-”
“i’ll be home in twenty and then be on my way over,” he says, cutting her off and hanging up before she can even get another word you.
your stomach churns and a sick feeling comes over you, her utter dislike and disdain for you causing you to bite your lip.
because not only does she not like you to be with her daughter, she doesn’t want you with her husband (although, you suppose, you can’t really blame her for that one).
“i’m sorry about that,” seonghwa winces, the silence lingering between you two heavy. “you could’ve gotten anything you wanted, y/n. this is your christmas too. don’t feel bad about anything, okay?”
you swallow the lump in your throat, your gaze moving to his as he stops at the red light.
your eyes lingering over his and his doing the very same, hand twitching to reach out and move the piece of hair from your slightly flushed face.
and there was something about the way you were both looking at each other, eyes so focused and unwavering and honest, that had you thinking maybe all of this wasn’t in your heads.
but it didn’t mean either of you could act on it - they were just... feelings of lust and wonder and all things forbidden, not seriously believing that a relationship like this could unfold right under the nose of his wife, his daughter and your roommate.
unless the pull was so desperate.
so overwhelming and all-consuming and present between the both of you, little moments couldn’t help but happen.
strike one:
with none other than eunbi as a distraction, the girl promising she wasn’t gonna leave you alone anymore, you were able to take your mind off everything.
the tension-filled, heart pounding moments with mr. park that felt just as wrong as they did right.
you spent a few nights going out with her, jiwoon and all of their high school friends, a surprisingly nice group of young adults who you got along well with.
they were loud and crazy and did far too many shots but they also seemed to be genuinely kind. even the boy who was flirting with you all night, handsome and tall with pretty dark eyes, acted as a good distraction.
grinding up against him as the music pounded throughout the bar, alcohol coursing through your veins allowing you to forget about the older man who’s been living in your head for almost a week now.
“how have i never met you before, y/n?” the boy mumbled lowly in your ear, your head against his shoulder carelessly.
but it was right there in that moment, him saying your name, that the moment was over.
because it just didn’t sound like seonghwa, as delusional as that was.
it didn’t get your heart racing or lips quirking the same way it did when you heard the older man say it. the smile attached to his handsome, mature face and the deep, lowly spoken tone that always held a hint of teasing and sincerity.
“but danny really is so freakin’ nice!” eunbi squeals to you on christmas eve, the two of you in her immaculately white and modern kitchen prepping the chocolate chip cookie cough for tomorrow.
“and you two seemed to be getting along, i saw your ass all up on him.”
“eunbi, that wasn’t me. that was the vodka. i don’t know who that girl was.”
she throws her head back as a loud chuckle leaves her, telling you again that she warned you her snobby, rich little friends have been able to handle their liquor since middle school.
it’s how they cope, she had said, unloved kids with more money than god learning to deal with the world of limitless funds and minimal parental supervision.
“well he hasn’t stopped asking me about you, you know,” she hums, her eyebrows quirked suggestively as she mixes the bowl of ingredients lazily.
“and not just because of your newfound grinding skills, which by the way, are usually learned by the tenth grade.”
your eyes narrow at her comment, throwing a small ball of dough at her that she, impressively, catches in her mouth.
“he really is just, like, so taken by you, y/n. seriously. i told him that you’re graduating this year with a degree in photography and he nearly came in his pants. he loves the artsy girls.”
“you are so vile,” you snort out, shaking your head at the girl sitting criss-crossed on the counter. “and stop saying that. we both know i’m not graduating this year,” you mumble, her face falling pathetically.
“i told you we’re gonna find a way,” she whines lowly, looking at you with all kinds of sympathy and sadness in her eyes - she would offer to pay for you, if she didn’t think you would smack her upside the head.
“oh and what? is my new boyfriend danny gonna do that for me?”
“in exchange for more grinding and a photoshoot, i think. do you want me to try?”
she lets out another giggle despite the way you pinch her leg, peeking inside the bowl with a surprising amount of pride.
"this looks good,” you mumble, swiping your finger to collect some of the chocolate dough.
“hey!” she whines brattily, thrusting a spoon toward your hand just a second too late.
“why are you whining in here like a child, eunbi?” seonghwa asks, walking through the entryway and the large, white island in the center. “what are you making? please don’t burn the house down.”
“haha dad, you’re so funny,” she mocks sarcastically, jumping down from the counter with her hands on her hips. “where are the baking sheets?”
a simple shrug from her father causes her to roll her eyes, grumbling about how she was really trying to avoid her bitch of a mother today. he holds back his smirk, about to reprimand her before she’s out the kitchen and shouting for her mother upstairs.
it’s only you and seonghwa in the kitchen now, a heavy silence in the air as you stand there dumbly - bowl beside you, cookie dough adorning the top of your finger.
“what are you girls making?” he finally asks, his body moving closer and closer causing you to swallow.
“i... uh, cookie dough. for tomorrow,” you say, lifting your finger and wiggling the tip full of batter. “chocolate chip.”
his eyes move to your finger before grazing over your mouth, his tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he reminds himself to act right.
he hasn’t been alone with you since that day at the food store, just seeing you in passing in the hallways or outside the house as you and eunbi went to and fro.
he hears your giggles at night and tired groans in the morning, quietly yelling at his daughter to wake up and get her ass out of bed.
and he knows it’s probably for the better, that you two don’t find yourselves alone with each other, but he can’t help but feel a rush of excitement right now.
you watch as he moves closer, with the same wide-eyed look you’ve been giving him since he first saw you in your apartment weeks ago.
“ahh, you’re making it from scratch? that’s ambitious.”
“yeah, we googled a recipe,” you tell him, finger still beside you in the air.
you don’t know what causes you to be so bold, maybe him attempting to carry out a normal conversation even though he’s looking at you with so much lust and desire, but you can’t stop once you start.
“how’s it taste?” he asks, his voice deep and slightly strained as he nods his head toward your finger.
you don’t even bat an eye as you slip the tip of your finger in your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around as you take up all the dough on your skin.
it’s sweeter than you originally thought it’d be but it tastes good nonetheless, keeping your eyes on him as you reamin as innocent and unassuming as possible.
“it’s good,” you say, dropping your finger like you didn’t just make a show of licking and sucking it. “i like it better raw.”
you don’t even realize your words until you see the fleeting look on his face, tongue swiping across his lip and eyes hardening. they roam you so slowly and darkly, you can’t control the growing butterflies and swooping in your lower stomach.
“mm, me too,” he hums lowly, the hardening of his cock in his pants something he hasn’t felt in forever. it’s taking everything in him to control himself, from his eyes popping out of his head to letting out the deepest of growls in the back of his throat.
“do you want some?” you ask, cocking your head to the side questioningly.
he has to desperately hold on to his composure, not think about how easy it’d be to pin you against the cabinet right behind you. take just a few steps closer, have your back against the cold granite and let you feel just how much he wants some.
but he has to play it cool, push down these building desires and ignore your teasing because he’s almost fucking positive that’s what’s happening here.
“want some what?” he asks, his voice lowering just a tad.
he hasn’t played a game like this since college, watching as your eyes widen and brow quirks up.
but he sees that’s exactly what it is when you turn around and face the bowl of cookie dough to him, a smile just as sweet as the cookies on your face.
“cookie dough. before we put them in the oven and possibly burn them.”
the breathy chuckle he lets out leaves your stomach in shambles, his tongue peeking out and poking the inside of his cheek causing a swooping sensation to flood through you.
but before he can even think to say anything, before your eyes can look over his body and make you feel even more warm and bothered, eunbi floats back in and fiddles in the cabinets for the baking sheets.
“that woman is too much, i swear,” she grunts, whipping out the materials quickly before her head snaps to her father. “why are you still here?”
“i wanted some cookies. and to ensure y/n won’t allow you do burn down the kitchen.”
“it was one time, dad, and an accident. how many times do i have to defend myself in this house?”
you let out a giggle as you look from eunbi to seonghwa, your roommate turning her back to set up the practice baking session.
“let’s go bitch! i hope we didn’t fuck this up.”
seonghwa’s eyes roam over you for a few more moments, his tongue swiping across his lips before, finally, leaving the kitchen with his dick hard as a rock.
strike two:
christmas consisted of successful cookies per your and eunbi’s homemade batch, passive aggressive comments from mrs. park about your degree and a whole fuck ton of sexual energy between you and seonghwa.
you could almost always feel when his gaze was boring into you, when you got up to take more mashed potatoes or kept your attention on eunbi as she told her parents about what job she wants to start at next semester.
it’s also when eunbi almost let it slip about your scholarships, had you not viciously pinched her arm and caused a pained cry to leave her mouth - if you ever thought jiwoon was gonna verbally assault you, it was certainly in that moment.
“why did you pinch me so hard?” she whined later that night, jiwoon passed out on the couch after five too many homemade cookies. “look at my bruise.”
a genuine frown crosses your lips as you look at her arm, rubbing her skin gently as you mumble your soft spoken apologies.
“i’m sorry but i just... i didn’t want your mom to know that,” you say back just as whiney and pathetic. “she already thinks i’m an incompetent idiot. knowing i have to wait a whole year because i’m broke is just too embarrassing.”
it’s an admission that, while eunbi already suspected that, still makes her feel bad - it nearly makes her wanna cry, that you don’t feel welcomed and loved in her home because her mom has to be a judgmental bitch.
“y/n...”
“bi, it’s fine, oh, my god do not cry right now,” you grumble, flicking her in the head lightly.
“i just feel bad,” she cries lowly, moving hrself closer to you and away from her boyfried. “it’s not fair, y/n. you worked so hard and now you have to wait. how could they do this to you?”
a small, touched smile crosses your face at eunbi as you shake your head, dabbing at her watery eyes.
if jiwoon wakes up, he’s literally gonna beat my ass,” you say, smiling when a wet giggle leaves eunbi; you don’t want this time to be sad or upsetting. “i thought he was gonna hit me at dinner.”
“okay if he’s hitting anything, it’s gonna be my-”
“no. no, no, no.”
the snort that leaves her mouth doesn’t help the sinking feeling in her stomach, looking at you with a frown still adorning her face.
“i’m sorry if my mom’s making you feel uncomfortable. she does it to every single person ever and i don’t-”
“it’s fine, please stop apologizing for her,” you say, the sinking reminder in the back of your mind that seonghwa had been doing the very same thing - apologizing for that woman.
“i know she’s stressing you out, too. we’re in it together.”
“that’s true,” she sighs, letting out a long, dramatic groan before resting her head on your shoulder. “i’m so bloated, i don’t think i’m ever gonna be able to eat again.”
and it was funny that, days after the holiday, eunbi was still convinced that she was bloated from christmas dinner.
“babe, i don’t even think that’s possible,” jiwoon consoled her, you and him sitting in her room as she gets ready to go down to the pool.
because, naturally, like everyone in this godforsaken rich town, they get ready to go to the pool that’s inside of their homes; when eunbi told you to pack a bathing suit back at your apartment, you looked at her like she was insane.
until she clarified that her pool is heated and, conveniently, indoors.
“just through the backyard,” she had said - and she truly meant it.
just a few yards away from the main deck area, with floor to ceiling glass windows that showcase the extravagant landscaping and, of course, the outdoor pool and jacuzzi just a few feet away.
“eunbi, this is insane,” you say, marveling at the sight before you.
“don’t you wish you came sooner?” she asks with a wink, your eyes rolling as you place down your towel.
you had the option to bring two bathing suits - a skimpy black one you don’t remember being so scandalous or a red one you remember eunbi insisting you buy last summer.
and you just knew it was because danny was coming, currently showcasing his impressive eight pack that, truly, just doesn’t do it for you - maybe if he was twenty years older, apparently, and somebody’s father and husband.
you shake the thoughts out of your head, walking a few steps toward the pool before eunbi tackles you from behind. you both land with a loud splash, followed by the excited shouts and loud splashes of her other friends.
you’d be lying if you said you could remember the last time you had this much fun, splashing and giggling and acting so carefree despite the many challenges you’ll have to face soon.
but that’s not any of your concern right now, currently sitting atop danny’s shoulders and trying to knock down eunbi in a game of chicken.
“you little bitch! get your nails out of me!”
“coming from the girl who literally just tried to choke me two seconds ago!”
“like it’s your first time being choked!”
and you don’t know whether jiwoon was shocked by you saying that statement or the fact that his girlfriend exposes all of her sexual kinks to you but alas, it did the trick in sealing you a victory.
a smug smile on your face as danny jumps up and down in excitement, your body bouncing and nearly falling over him had you not gripped onto his shoulders.
it’s at that time eunbi pops up from the water, hair a soaking mess and mascara running down her face. she’s about to open her mouth, probably to yell at you, before a volleyball is thrown through the air and just misses her face.
instead, it hits danny square in the head. the boy letting out a yelp before you promptly fall backwards in the water, hearing eunbi’s shrill squeal and giggle on your way down.
you pop up and throw her a dirty look, danny rubbing at the back of his side before apologizing profusely.
“it’s okay,” you giggle out, about to say you shouldn’t have been up there for so long before eunbi’s squealing in the air.
“dad, what the hell kind of aim was that!”
you feel your body stiffen before you quickly shoot around, none another than mr. park standing there looking as handsome as ever.
he puts the young men around you to shame, good-looking, muscular college boys who anyone in their right mind would find attractive - but they just don’t beat him.
his striking eyes or tall, lean stature or the fact that he’s just so fucking-
“got worse with age, bi, what can i say?” he chuckles, extra white fluffy towels in his hold that he places on the chair. “sorry, danny.”
seonghwa’s known danny for a few years now, one of jiwoon’s friends who seems... alright. not a bad guy but also not a good guy - just kind of there; but it didn’t occur to the man just how much he was bothered by him until he saw you on his shoulders.
because he could’ve put you in danger, of course. put you in danger at his house where if things got bad, he’d be responsible; as for the ball, it merely slipped from his finger tips.
“no problem mr. park,” the kid smiles, the other friends gathering around and looking at him expectantly. “we’re gonna play a round of volleyball. you in?”
“no. no dads allowed,” eunbi whines, seonghwa rolling his eyes at his bratty adult daughter.
“why not? because i’m better than all of you, eunbi?”
“oh please,” she grumbles lowly, rolling her eyes and grabbing you to lead you toward the stairs. “you know what, we’re going in the hot tub anyway. since she decided to rock my shit in chicken. enjoy my father traitors,” eunbi grumbles to jiwoon and his friends.
“i did not,” you protest weakly, feeling two pairs of eyes on you as you make your way out of the pool with your friend.
the first thing that strikes seonghwa, apart from the major twitch in his pants, is how skimpy your bikini is.
red bottoms with thin straps holding it up, a matching red top showcasing cleavage and beauty marks on your chest and all the things that are proving to drive him fucking crazy upon seeing you every day.
it’s taking everything in him to control the growing ache in his shorts, your eyes looking at him so coyly and attentively that you’re ignoring the college boy gawking at you right in front of him.
there’s a certain sort of twisted pride in his chest, you giving him attention and seemingly reciprocating his interest, when there’s someone younger right there for you.
younger and unmarried and more suitable for you. someone you can actually be with where it wouldn’t be considered dirty or wrong or secretive; but maybe that’s why you’re both drawn to it in the first place.
that, and because you’re both really hot.
“he’s literally hot, y/n! why don’t you like him?” eunbi whines to you, the two of you sitting across from one another in the hot tub outside.
the december air is crisp but feels nice comapred to the steaming water you’re gratefully submerged in. anything to take you away from mr. park shirtless and wet in the pool right now.
“i do like him, bi,” you mutter, trying your best to convince her and now seem suspicious.
“okay, yeah, as a person but who cares about that!” she whines, flopping her hands dramatically in the water. “you don’t want him to rail you.”
“eunbi!” you squeak, splashing in her direction as a warm, embarrassed blush rises to your cheeks.
“i’m serious y/n. you’ve never been railed before and danny’s such a good option. he’s hot and he’s sweet and he’s so pathetically into you, it’s a little sick.”
you don’t know what to say so you don’t say anything, shooting her a look that screams can we please not talk about this because you don’t know how much i actually wanna be railed by your father so let’s stop this discussion.
but she only rolls her eyes, moving herself closer to you so she can tug at your arm annoyingly.
“is he just not your type?” she questions, her eyebrows pulling together in confusion for a few moments before utter shock crosses her face.
“wait, what is your type? it’s... men, right? have i been hooking you up with the wrong gender this whole time?” she asks in disbelief, “could we have been hooking up this whole time?”
you press your lips together so you don’t burst out laughing, dryly replying “yes, eunbi, i’m into men.”
but the more you think about it, the more you think maybe you don’t have a type.
“and i’ve... never really thought about it before, to be honest. i just know i’m not into like... frat guys or whatever.”
because any party you’d been to, any douchey college guy wearing a backwards hat or cut off shirt, you had never been more disinterested. you couldn’t ever picture yourself falling for someone like that, romantically or sexually.
the one time you remember thinking someone was hot was when you took film and lit with your 31-year-old professor.
“so older guys?” eunbi concludes after hearing that, a smirk on her face as she raises her eyebrows playfully. “we gotta scope out some golf courses or retirement homes?”
“please,” you scoff, a giggle leaving her mouth as she throws her head back gleefully.
“okay, really though, i’ll tell danny you’re not interested and to stop trying so hard if you’re really not interested.”
but maybe danny as a distraction will be good.
will make you see that, perhaps, someone single and your own age and not your best friend’s father will be good thing for you to explore.
so you shrug lightheartedly, the smirk on your face causing eunbi to let out a low “oooh shit.”
you look over at her and your smile only widens when she knocks your shoulder, saying that you’re looking to be a play girl and drain a rich, lovesick man of some christmas presents.
“yeah, right! why drain a rich man when i can drain my best friend,” you tease, looking around her yard and still in astonishment that this is really her life. “i mean, two pools? is that really necessary?”
“three actually. there’s one behind the guest house on the other side. a small one. very humble.”
“oh, a small one, okay. great.”
she lets out another giggle, the two of you talking over plans for new years eve.
you might go up to jiwoon’s parents house in the mountains for the weekend, spend the time drinking with the small group of friends you’ve come to genuinely like over these past few weeks.
“it’s only two hours away so it won’t be that bad either,” she says, getting up to shake the hot water off her arms. “i’ll be right back, i have to pee.”
you nod your head, grateful she didn’t piss in the pool and allowing yourself to sit there, eyes closed, body relaxed, in the silence.
you can hear the faint screams of the boys from the indoor pool area and the swish of the hot tub filter, peeking open your eyes when, suddenly, you think you hear a boom of thunder in the distance.
you watch the sky darkening and clouds coming in, signaling a storm is coming in soon and quick. a sigh leaves your mouth, enjoying your last few moments of peace before finally standing in the hot tub.
the crisp winter air blows and sends goosebumps up your arms, a shiver running through your body as you attempt to splash some hot water on your upper body.
you don’t know how you know someone’s watching you but you do, some sort of strange intuition within you looking up to see none other than mr. park standing a few feet away from the hot tub.
his dark hair is wet and hanging in his face, swimming trunks soaked and his exposed chest still dripping chlorine water.
you press your lips together as your eyes roam his chest, a hint of abs on his lean stomach that causes a small, strangled groan to leave your mouth - you will never understand how this man is pushing 40.
but the same way you’re looking at him, he’s looking at you.
water covering your body, currently hunched over trying to warm the rest of your body; but it’s when you stand he really starts to gawk, your figure standing full and tall and giving him a perfect view of your hardening nipples from the cold crisp air.
you can see the lust in his eyes the same way you know he can and you’re about to do something to just make him crack. mistakingly untie your bottoms, catching them at the last second so he thinks he’s about to get a peak.
or undo the back of your top and pout at him, ask him to please tie it back for you because it’s way too hard to reach behind and do it yourself.
or maybe you’ll just drop to your knees right there, try to see if there’s any hint of a bulge in his swimming trunk bottoms and-
his body is gone just as fast as he arrived, confusion covering your face before you shake your head of your perverted thoughts - dropping to your knees when his daughter and wife are right here, what the fuck is wrong with you today?
you blame eunbi, all her talk about getting railed when you’ve been wanting to jump her father’s bones.
you carefully make your way out of the hot tub, not wanting to eat shit and scarp your leg on the concrete.
it feels like you’re about to freeze in the cold, another shiver wracking your body before you turn to stick your cold, goosebump-ridden arms back in the hot tub. it warms you for just a few seconds, a low, satisfied hum leaving your mouth before you hear footsteps coming up from behind you.
something in you tells you it’s him again.
whether it be the way your body heats up and feels prickly, the obvious feeling of eyes burning into your exposed back causing you to remain still and oblivious.
but you can longer remain oblivious a few seconds later, when a tall body is just a few inches away from completely pressing against you.
“you forgot a towel,” is all he says, placing it on the wet rim of the hot tub.
when he leans forward to place the white towel down, he’s careful and meticulous with his movements. brushing up against you every so slightly and carefully that you can feel his hard bulge on your ass for a few seconds too long.
at first you think you’re crazy, feeling what you were trying to envision in your head, but then you absolutely know it there’s.
you can feel the wetness from his bathing suit on your legs, his cock right there resting on the thin, red fabric of your bikini bottoms and if you were as weak as you felt inside, if he stayed there just a little bit longer, a moan would’ve absolutely left your mouth.
if you pushed back just a little to feel more of his cock on you, grind your ass his hardness just enough to hear him let out a low groan or maybe curse a little.
but he moves away, almost like he knew the perfect amount of time before that happened and almost like he did it by accident - but when you turn around and see the look in his eyes, you know it wasn’t.
the same way he can see a palpable desire and surprise and tension in your gaze, causing him to suppress a growing smirk. it makes you wanna tease him back in whatever way you can but you know that eunbi’s due back from the bathroom at any moment.
so you only cock your head to the side, lick over your lower lip carefully as you grasp the towel in your hands gently.
“thank you, mr. park,” you say, your voice as airy and sweet as you can possibly make it without sounding like an idiot.
“you’re welcome, y/n,” he says, taking a few steps back as his eyes lock on you. he stays there for a few moments until he hears the door to the pool house open.
you watch his lustful, dark expression change right then and there, a towel wrapping around his lower body and his face stretching into a happy, father-approved look.
“so you’re good with anything for dinner, y/n?” he asks, his voice loud and clear enough for his approaching daughter to hear. “i know you mentioned you were picky.”
“let’s get pizza!” eunbi screeches through the air, telling seonghwa that everyone’s staying over and they’ll need at least four boxes.
but you can’t even think about pizza right now, not when this moment right here is solidifying the crazy thought in your head that your best friend’s dad wants you just as much as you want him.
you called him out later that night around one a.m., after eunbi and jiwoon were the last to pass out to your scary movie marathon.
the others were sprawled out on the basement floor, an intricate array of blankets and pillows on the floor that you attempted to weave through, both, skillfully and quietly.
there was a dryness in your throat that could only be settled by a cold glass of water, making your way through the house quietly and praying you don’t run into mrs. park.
she’s been just as passive aggressive as she usually is in front of people so you could never imagine being alone with her. wondering what the hell she’d say to you without seonghwa and eunbi as buffers.
you were relieved when the lights were off in the kitchen, padding your way to the fridge to take out a bottle of water. you twist and turn the cap off to gulp down the cold liquid in the refrigerator light, a quiet gasp leaving you as your thirst is quenched.
you briefly consider going up to eunbi’s room to sleep tonight, not sure how you feel about being squished in with eunbi and jiwoon cuddling on the couch, when the light suddenly flicks off.
it causes you to freeze and halt all thoughts, fear running through you for all three seconds before you see seonghwa’s tall, familiar figure pass you. you watch him carefully in the dim light of the fridge, his shirtless chest yet again right in front of your face.
leaned back against the counter across from you, giving you a perfect view of his toned chest and gray sweatpants.
“midnight snack?” he asks, the smirk on his face almost causing you to roll your eyes.
instead, your lips quirk into a small smile. raising your water bottle by your head and shaking it, the water swishing in your pounding ears.
“just water,” you respond quietly, matching his low tone. “i hope that’s okay.”
“that you took water? of course, y/n,” he says, amusement in his gaze as he looks you over.
you’re freshly showered and in a pair of pajamas, matching pink sets that eunbi got you for christmas one year - he remembers because he was with her when she bought it.
a soft smile crosses your face, your back getting cold from the open fridge but not daring to move a muscle. not with him looking at you the way he is and with his body just a few feet away from you.
a silence lingers in the kitchen, you not sure why he’s looking at you and him waiting to see if you say something, before he bites the inside of his cheek.
“i wanted to say sorry about before.”
your eyebrow quirks up, interest so clearly peaked as you cock your head to the side.
“what do you mean?”
a smirk crosses his face as he watches you play dumb, head cocked and eyes wide and everything about you with such mock innocence, he thinks that’s what’s driving him the most crazy.
that you do this shit and say certain things with almost complete unawareness and innocence, if it weren’t for the hidden look of desire and teasing in your eyes.
“you know,” is all he says, his voice dipping and eyes twinging darker, it makes your lower stomach swoop.
a part of is positive, even if you ask, he’s not gonna say it aloud.
he’s not gonna say or acknowledge any of this aloud and make you guys play this game until you leave in a few weeks.
and then when you leave, unsure about your next prospects of college or education or even living arrangements, who knows if you’re ever gonna see him again.
so you only hum lowly, closing the fridge behind you and leaving you both in darkness. the only source of light is from the moon outside, lighting up half the kitchen from the large bay window.
it leaves you both incredibly exposed, anyone from the outside able to see the two seemingly innocent bodies standing toe to toe with each other; but they don’t see the lustful looks and eyes full of desire, both of you so entrapped by the other, it’s obvious with the tension in the air.
“oh, well, then... it’s okay, mr. park,” you say with a smile, taking a step back as your eyes roam his chest one last time. “i didn’t mind.”
you’re about to say goodnight when you see his arm reach out, shocked but oh, so ready ready to give into your desire and feel your body crash against his or your lips connect finally.
moan into his mouth and feel more of his hardness against you - but he only takes the water from your hand, presses his mouth against the plastic rim and swigs down a big gulp.
you watch with wide eyes as his adam’s apple bobs in the moonlight, head tipped back and body perched calmly on the counter as he takes a swig of your water bottle, spit exchanged and his mouth right where yours was.
he pulls back with an unreadable expression, licking the excess water from his lips before simply closing the cap, holding out the bottle and smiling at you with the most wise-ass smirk you’ve ever seen, you’re not sure how you’re ever gonna one up this man.
"sweet dreams, y/n.”
strike 3:
your new years weekend get away turned into an extended stay that consisted of sleeping on a lumpy air mattress, five extra guests and so much alcohol, you’re positive you’re still hungover three days later.
“it wasn’t that... we only did a... i mean it wasn’t like we were....” eunbi says, the two of you laying on her bed nursing headaches and body aches to the severest degree.
“okay, it was pretty bad. we were kind of rowdy and out of control.”
“you don’t say?” you grumble, never one to black out and get that shit faced and then doing it nearly every night - maybe to deal with danny’s pathetic soft looks or whispered sweet nothings to you.
“nothing is working either. not advil or water or greasy food. we might’ve fucked ourselves for life, bi.”
but if there’s one thing that always helped for eunbi, it was a nice, long bath. steaming hot water that burned her skin and the prettiest bath bombs to make the entire bathroom smell of strawberries and cream.
so even though you didn’t want to, nothing more comfortable than eunbi’s king size bed and warm, fluffy comforter, you allowed the girl to drag you to the bathroom down the hall to set up ‘your last resort, hangover paradise.’
it consisted of every type of bath bomb and lotion and bubble bath the luxurious could dream of, sending her out immediately when you saw her sneaking in with a glass of champagne.
“are you crazy?” you ask, dipping your toe in the water to test the temperature. “that’s what started this disaster.”
“fine, more for me!” she squeals happily, turning down the lights and pressing the bluetooth button for your phone’s music. “enjoy. i’ll see you in an hour, completely hangover free.”
“we’ll see about that,” you grumble, your words falling on deaf ears as she locks and closes the door to makes her way back to her ensuite.
and as much as you wanna give eunbi shit for her pompous tactics and techniques for everything in life, you have to say that this is certainly helping.
soaking in the steaming hot water, with cucumbers on your eyes and quiet music playing through the ceiling speakers. the jets in the tub also added another layer of relaxation to it, healing your sore muscles from days of waking up on a hard, wooden floor.
the mirrors were steamed and the room was boiling by the time you got out, stepping on the fuzzy bath mat and drying yourself off with a towel. you had tried not to get your hair wet but it proved useless, your relaxed body sinking further and further down until nearly your whole head was wet.
you stretch your arms above your head as you let out a content groan, feeling the best you’ve felt in three days and ready to take a nap.
but it’s at that moment, looking around the large steaming bathroom, that you realized you didn’t bring a change of clothes in. meaning you’ll know have to walk done the hall and into eunbi’s room in just a towel.
it’s fairly late, almost 11:30, so you’re hoping that her parents are in their rooms and fast asleep by now.
you peak your head out, feeling like a spy in a cheesy action movie as you look up and down the hall. you turn off the light once the coast is clear, walking quietly but quickly down to eunbi’s room - or wing, as it could be considered
you’re almost out of the gate, just a few more steps until you round the corner down eunbi’s hallway, when seonghwa’s tall figure is coming right up the stairs.
his head is down as he looks at his phone, still in his dress shirt and tie from his long day at work. you noticed that after the holidays, he’s been around the house less - working from home when he can but also needing to go into the office more often than not.
he’s at the top of the stairs when he finally notices your figure watching him, wrapped in a towel with a flush on your cheeks and your wet hair dripping on the floor.
it seems to be the thing to break him right now, not able to tear his eyes away or think of any fun, flirty comments to keep you from suppressing the need to roll your eyes.
because his days have been long and stressful and the only thing he needs right now is to just get off - and then there you are like something his prayers have answered, standing there quiet and awestruck at the sight of his loose tie and messy black hair he’s been running his hands through all day.
“h-hi, mr. park,” your quiet voice says, sweet and soft-spoken and utterly apologetic, like you’re embarrassed to be caught in just your towel - and he supposes that would make sense, to feel embarrassed about getting caught like this your friend’s father.
but he can’t find it in himself to care right now, two seconds away from dragging you down to his office so he can finally fuck you over his desk - but he knows that would be the worst decision in the world, for countless reasons.
“hi, y/n,” he grumbles back just as low, leant against the railing with a voice that sounds defeated and gruff.
“are you okay?” you ask, something about his voice and demeanor off.
he has to hold back a strangled laugh, his lips quirking up before he bites down on his lip.
“i’m... i’m fine, thanks. work’s just busy,” he says, a certain part of his chest warming at the fact you even asked - he knows his wife won’t when he walks in their bedroom in a few minutes.
“oh, okay,” you respond, twirling with the end of your towel nervously. “well... i’m sorry to hear that.”
he allows himself to let out a chuckle this time, shaking his head as he looks over your bare, wet face; you’re too pretty for your own good, he’s not even sure you realize just how pretty you are.
just how much he really wants you and just how much he’s coming to like seeing you in his house everyday.
“it’s alright, that’s why you gotta do something you love, right?” he quips, his long fingers up to recreate a camera, pressing down as if to snap a photo.
it cause you to let out a soft, genuine giggle, nodding your head and easing the slight embarrassment of him catching you in a towel.
“right,” you say with a smile, shy smiles and gazes shared until you finally look away in fear of your cheeks warming again.
but it doesn’t stop him from admiring the view of you, your bare face and exposed chest before the towel covers up all the parts he wants to so desperately explore.
he pictures dropping your towel and hearing it fall to the floor with a plop, take in the sight of your perky boobs and hard nipples in the air.
drop his mouth just a little bit to your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin as his fingers knead your nipples, all the quiet moans and breaths to make sure you two don’t get caught shooting right to his cock.
he probably wouldn’t be able to control himself, sliding a finger into you right then and there in the middle of the hallway, pressing your back against the wall to have you trapped against his larger body.
he’d pump his finger in and out of you slowly and tauntingly, hearing how wet you are and feeling how tight you are. it’d be similiar to how this past month has just been both of you taunting and teasing and beating around the bush, occasionally letting his fingers curl to his your g-spot or graze your sensitive clit.
and then he’d drop to his knees to taste you. make sure he sucks and licks and takes your clit in his warm mouth that you’re-
“i should get back to eunbi,” you finally say, breaking the silence and ripping him from his dirty, hidden fantasies. you can’t take the lust and desire in his eyes that you see when he looks at you, an painful ache building between your legs more and more.
“goodnight, mr. park.”
you nearly run into eunbi’s room and slam the door had you not seen her sleeping form, passed out right there in the middle of her bed wearing a baby pink robe.
you look beside her to see an extra one laid out, a silky lilac one that causes a small smile to cross your face.
you’ve never felt material like this on your skin, basking in the feeling of the smooth, silky material as you clean up her room quietly - both to tidy up and distract you from the ache in your legs and last encounter with her father.
for eunbi growing up with housekeepers and nannies her whole life, it always surprised you how clean and tidy your roommate was; the sink was never full of dishes and you alternated vacuuming the living room carpet.
but it’s obvious all of that is a facade because since the moment she got home, her messy ways have shown through - you find it endearing, though, and it’s all very eunbi: a homey, lived in mess of luxurious items and articles of clothing worth more than your childhood home.
the girl in question had moved to the right side in her sleep as you cleaned, a quiet chuckle leaving your mouth. you look to see both your water bottles are empty, deciding on the brave decision to go downstairs to grab two new ones.
the last time you’d done that, you thought for sure mr. park was gonna jump your bones - and you know you were gonna let him.
your mind is littered with memories of that night as you make your way through the dark house of twists and turns, carefully going down the stairs as you walk toward the kitchen.
there’s a room with beautiful double doors on your left, a room you’ve walked past hundreds of times throughout your stay here. eunbi told you it was her dad’s first floor office, where he usually worked and had his meetings from home.
the first thing you notice from down the hall is that the door is slightly cracked open, a peak in from the dimly lit kitchen showcasing some fancy decor of a globe.
as you make your way closer and closer, your ears are met with a quiet, strangled groan that causes you to stop in your tracks; your mind begins to race with a million different scenarios of what you could be walking past right now.
your first thought is that you’re about to see mr. and mrs. park in a very compromising position over his desk - and, as sick as it sounds, as delusional and crazy and absurd as it sounds, that prospect makes your stomach sink and twist painfully.
but that would be normal, you suppose; they’re a fucking married couple after all and seonghwa had seemed stressed from work. obviously he was gonna ask his wife to help calm him down and relax him.
get all of his stress out in the form of-
you shake your head before you can even think about it, forcing your feet to move past the office doors.
and it’s like you can’t even stop yourself from peeking in, confirming to see if your thoughts are correct and you’re about to be gutted, when you take in the sight before you.
seonghwa still in his loose tie and white dress shirt, pants around his ankles and his head thrown back in his office chair as his own hand jerks his cock off.
everything about it is dirty and wrong and you know you shouldn’t be looking in but you can’t stop.
you can’t stop watching the way his hand works around his cock expertly, long and thick and so fucking nice it nearly makes you drool. the thought of you on your knees before him, taking him in your mouth and licking and sucking around the tip, making you bite back a moan.
you can’t stop your eyes from looking at his face, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut with his neck on display - perfect for you to bite and give hickies, if you were on top straddling him.
you can’t stop the painful ache and wetness seeping in your thong as you watch him get off, his groans and grunts and heavy breaths making you wanna whine out in arousal.
and it’s that suppression right there, getting so worked up and horny over the sight of your peeping tina activities, that cause you to pull yourself away.
because as much as you don’t want to and as much as you wanna help him, you can’t.
you can only scramble into the kitchen and get water as fast and quiet as humanly possible, scurrying past the office and up the stairs with the stealthiness of a lion.
you can only lay in bed with the thoughts of your roommate’s father and the noises he makes, the sight of his cock and the hand movements replaying over and over in your mind.
and you realize that night, with only a few more days until you both have to leave for the spring semester, you can only hope to never see mr. park again.
let this flirtation and fascination and utterly screwed up infatuation with your roommate’s dad be nothing but a dirty memory you’ll keep to yourself for the rest of your life.
because if it’s not, if you have to see him again and have him in your daily life again, you won’t be able to hold yourself back.
your lust will turn deeper and you’ll find yourself in a much bigger issue than damp underwear and secret, forbidden moments with mr. park seonghwa.
you should’ve known with only two days left of your stay that eunbi was gonna let the news slip.
you were at least grateful for the fact that mrs. park had a charity ball with her clan of “botox getting, bitchy sounding gold diggers who need to desperately get laid,” successfully riding her of your last friday night dinner.
“so you girls don’t want a new apartment then?” seonghwa asked, glass of wine in his hand as he looks at the two of you questioningly. “that building’s looking for a new owner, eunbi, i think it’d be perfect for you both.”
“dad don’t be ridiculous, we can’t own the building!” eunbi says, swatting her dad playfully as she shovels a piece of food in her mouth. she’s casual and comfortable without her mom’s prying eyes and biting tone, her foot resting on the white fabric beneath her.
“and besides, i might be alone in there soon. we still don’t know if y/n is gonna be starting her-”
you kick the girl under the table roughly, her face pulling into a wince as a cry leaves her mouth.
“ow, y/n! what the he-”
but it’s upon seeing your white face and annoyed expression that she realizes what she said, her mouth falling open and silent as she looks at you apologetically.
“oh shit...”
you can only shoot her a pained, sarcastic smile, daringly looking at seonghwa who’s watching the two of you with a curious expression.
“what do you mean?”
silence hangs in the air, you and eunbi sharing side eyes and dejected looks with her dad before he cocks an eyebrow at the both of you.
“girls... what do you mean?” he asks, his voice deeper and more serious, taking on a dad-like tone eunbi isn’t used to hearing from her relaxed, playful father.
and that’s when, before eunbi can open her big mouth any further, you calmly and regretfully explain the situation with your scholarship.
how you got an e-mail a few months ago about alternate funding for the art department and that you were one of the many students who, while keeping up your end of requirements, could not be awarded money.
“it’s awful that they can do that,” seonghwa says, his eyes full of the same sympathy and outrage eunbi’s held - except he knows that this happens all the time. that it’s unfair and sick and a big ploy in the education system that needs incredible reform.
especially when it hurts students like you.
“yeah but it is what it is,” you say, trying your hardest to steer the conversation to literally anything but this (in fear that you’ll scream or start crying or have yet another anxiety attack).
“i can just finish up in the fall, it’s no big deal,” you lie through our teeth, a sad smile on your face as you look at eunbi. “i’m just sorry it messes up our combined graduation party.”
a frown crosses eunbi’s face as she smacks you in the arm, pulling you closer to her just so she could cuddle herself into your arm.
“i will wait for you,” she proclaims dramatically, a pout on her lips and starry-eyed look in her gaze. “i will wait as long as i have to. if they delay it any further, father, you will simply have to sue the school.”
“father, huh?” seonghwa hums lowly, his lips quirking into a smirk.
father is the term eunbi uses when she wants to use him and his money, whether it be blackmailing unfair teachers or shitty students or calling for him when her and her mom are fighting.
“yes, father,” she says, looking to you with a sweet, apologetic smile on her face.
“i’m serious, y/n. we got your back,” she quips with a wink, a pained smile on your face that she knows means you can’t wait to let her have it when you two are alone.
“you had one job, eunbi, and you were doing so good,” you say in her room later that night, pacing back and forth as she sits on her bed like a scolded child. “literally two nights left and you let it slip out!”
“i’m sorry, okay!” she whines for the ninth time, a pout on her face as she plays with fingers; you wanna roll your eyes seeing it, knowing for a fact that’s something she does when she’s in trouble with jiwoon.
“i didn’t mean to, it just slipped out!” she begins to defend, “and it was only my dad! he wouldn’t dare say a bad word about you, y/n, he loves you.”
you ignore the twinge in your chest when you hear her say those words, feeling a tad guilty at the bodily reaction you have about her own father. how much you’re hiding from her and that you have these suppressed feelings and secret moments in the first place.
“loves me or not, bad word or not, it’s still embarrassing, eunbi,” you say, a frown on your lips as you start to hear the situation aloud.
“i still can’t pay for my tuition and have to wait almost a whole year to take a degree in fucking photography. like how embarrassing is that, all of this just for me never find a job and live in a box.”
you’ve only seen a flash of anger on eunbi’s face a few times in your life, the incident with the dorm girls and her dad and when a sorority girl tried to kiss jiwoon at the bar.
and you see it right now, her small but mighty frame jumping off the bed and lunging toward you quickly.
“are you kidding me!” she squeals, smacking you in the arm and pushing you down on the bed.
“what the hell do you mean a degree in fucking photography? or living in a box? you’re gonna be the best photographer in the world and shoot every event in my life and charge me quadruple the amount!”
a smile pulls at your lips as you hear her go on and on, hype you up and build up your confidence and tell you to never talk that way about yourself again. how there’s nothing embarrassing about not being able to afford thousands of dollars when you were alerted about the expense on such short notice.
“okay, okay, i know that,” you eventually give in, letting out a sigh as you flop down on her bed. “it’s just.... stressful. i can’t move back home but i also need to get like, a real job. a job that’s gonna pay well so i can save up as much as possible.”
“and we’ll find you that when we get back,” she says, assuring with a confident look in her eye and her hands in yours. “i can promise you, with or without my father’s connections, we’re getting you a job.”
her words prove to reassure you for the remainder of the night, when, after she kisses your ass a little more, asks if she can go to jiwoon’s for a little.
you spent that time in her room looking at nearby job offerings and building up your resume and cover letters, working well into the night hours with a text from jiwoon that she fell asleep and will be back in the morning.
you stretch your arms above your head with a quiet groan, noting it’s almost one o’clock and you’re fucking parched yet again.
it’s no surprise to you when the lights in the kitchen are on, dimly light and no noise around as you pad your way to the fridge.
you almost expect the footsteps that come in a few moments later, when you take a sip from your water and close the fridge without hesitation.
“have you told your parents about tuition?”
you’re confused by the statement that leaves seonghwa’s mouth, brows pulled together and a sinking feeling in your stomach at this conversation again - because as if tuition wasn’t enough, he just had to bring up your parents.
but you don’t wanna beat around the bush any longer; you two seem to do that enough.
“me and my parents don’t talk,” you say, straight forward and quiet as you look right at him.
it’s the first time he sees you look a little broken and defeated, a certain kind of sadness shining behind your eyes that makes him wanna pull him into you. it feels like a protective instinct he’s used to, caring for the people in his life and not wanting to see them struggle.
“they wouldn’t help me anyway.”
this protective instinct feels a little different in this moment, something else tugging in his chest that he hasn’t felt in a very long time - not until he started seeing you more.
“but it’d be a shame if you didn’t finish, y/n. you got so far and you’ve done so well for yourself.”
you smile a little at the praise, tongue rolling over your lips in a way he certainly doesn’t miss - but this moment isn’t about that. it’s not something he cares even a little bit about right now.
“thank you, mr. park, but i am gonna finish,” you say with finality, the confident and sure tone making a strange sort of pride swell inside of him.
“i just have to save up money and i’ll start in the fall. it’s really not that big of a deal,” you tell him with a smile, taking a few steps back so you don’t feel too crowded by him.
“eunbi’s gonna help me look for jobs when i get back,” you say, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as you look at him. “a big girl job. something real and hard, that’s gonna make me super stressed and agitated.”
so much so that i have to get off at the thought of you.
a deep chuckle bubbles out of him that you match with ease, the two of you sharing small smiles and quiet giggles in the middle of this spotless, white kitchen.
“can’t do what you love quite yet, i guess,” seonghwa says, his eyes roaming your face so slowly and carefully, it makes you a tad bit nervous.
you hadn’t realized how natural and easy this conversation was between you two, like you were talking to someone you’d known your whole life opposed to someone you’ve barely known for four years.
his hand itches to reach up and touch your hair, tuck the soft, silky looking strand behind your ear and watch your cheeks heat up when your skin touches; but instead, he smiles down at you, inching closer until he’s just looming over you and staring down at you with a soft, undetectable look in his eye.
“but it’ll be worth it in the end, i think. it’s just gonna... take some time.”
you lick over our lips, throat and mouth suddenly so incredibly dry, as you nod your head.
“yeah, i think so, too,” you say, your lips smushing together nervously before you open your mouth to speak again - this could be one of the last times you’re alone with him.
“thank you for letting me stay with you guys, mr. park. it’s been... really nice spending time with people for the holidays.”
he feels his heart twinge in his chest again, his eyes falling down to your lips and swearing he’s never wanted to kiss someone so bad in his life.
“of course, y/n, it’s been a pleasure,” he says, a smile quirking at his lips with a hint of something you just can’t quite make out. “maybe we’ll see each other again soon.”
it was five days before classes started that you got the confirmation e-mail - a message confirming your tuition for the spring semester was paid in full and your current balance was $0.
you had to look over the message for three whole hours making sure you had read the e-mail correctly, even going as far to call the bursar office to make sure they had the correct address.
but they had confirmed with surety that your balance was paid off, urging you to quickly sign up for the classes you need before the day was over.
“okay, you will never believe what interview i was able to score for you,” eunbi says the moment she walks in the apartment, shopping bags up her arm and gucci sunglasses perched atop her head.
“i’ll admit, the vibe was a little off with the coworkers but i think it’d be a great opportunity to-” her eyes catch your laptop screen on the school website, a list of classes and times on your screen that causes her eyes to widen.
“oh?” she squeals, running over and throwing herself down on the couch beside you. “what the heck are you doing? are you... did you...?”
the lie came way too quick and easy to you, excitedly blabbering out that there was a change in the system and your scholarship was approved - “i think they felt bad that i was a graduating senior,” you said, eunbi’s face pulled into the happiest smile you’ve ever seen.
she clapped and danced and bounced around in excitement, proclaiming you guys just had to go out and get drinks to celebrate the fact that your surprise party was back on.
but you could only sit there with your thoughts and suspicions and this overwhelming feeling deep within your stomach that, while eunbi definitely doesn’t know, her father might’ve just paid your college tuition in full.
(part 2)
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