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{Confess Your Lust} Azriel x Reader

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

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Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins.

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions.

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string.

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous.

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked.

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago.

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on.

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true.

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction.

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors.

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me.

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice.

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party.

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?”

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.”

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner.

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait.

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure.

Making him wait this long would be torture.

Precisely how I wanted it to be.

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to.

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo.

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame.

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle.

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move.

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips.

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything.

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to.

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs.

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time.

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded.

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser.

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again.

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin.

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly.

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath.

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles.

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity.

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly.

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face.

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it.

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath.

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with.

I turn it off.

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible.

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this.

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face.

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger.

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down.

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut.

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.”

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him.

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body.

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him.

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded.

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined.

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore.

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize.

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings.

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come.

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face.

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.”

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops.

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him.

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities.

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it.

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored.

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath.

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans.

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body.

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away.

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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belovedmusings · 6 months

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It’s just nerves.

Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto

Part one of the ‘Two + One’ story. Click for story masterlist.

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and you’ve been together for a year. His previous band broke up and he’s been looking to join a new one ever since, so when he has an audition with a local up and coming one, you accompany him to give him support. That’s where you meet the band’s Bassist, Suguru Geto. The mutual attraction is immediate—but you love your boyfriend, and you resolve to keep your desires for Suguru suppressed, even as Choso is accepted into the band. The question is, can Suguru stay away from you?

Relevant tags: love triangle, sexual tension, slow burn, thoughts of infidelity, guilt, car sex, semi-public sex, accidental voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, PWP/Porn With Plot, shy and nervous Choso, Choso is a sweetheart as always, Suguru is a quiet yet confident flirt, Suguru has piercings and tattoos, you are addressed without the usage of “y/n”, AFAB reader with minimal usage of gendered language, reader has no defining characteristics for realism & inclusivity

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: You Right (Doja Cat, The Weeknd), nasty (Ariana Grande), West Coast (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: okay, hear me out. these two are an alt boy duo that i would not mind being tag-teamed by so…here tf we go. This was gonna be a one shot but I live for drama so there’ll be multiple parts.

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Choso’s leg won’t stop bouncing up and down in the passenger seat as you drive towards the location of his audition.

He’s been looking for his place in a new band ever since his previous one broke up a few months ago, and he’d seen that the city’s most popular up-and-coming band Curse Manipulation posted an ad in need of a guitarist on their Instagram. The two of you like some of their music though you aren’t overly familiar with the band, so he figured it would be a no-brainer to audition.

You know he’s going to be accepted. Choso is an amazing guitarist, and he writes beautiful lyrics, too. Not to mention the haunting voice he can sing with.

You have complete faith in your boyfriend, and he is very aware of your support, and yet he’s still an endearing ball of nerves beside you.

“Hey,” you say softly, placing a hand on his thigh as you reach a red stoplight, easing onto the brake. You give him a reassuring smile. “You’re gonna do great, babe. I know it.”

He smiles half-convincingly at you, which in him is really just a twitch of the corner of his lips, and you can’t help but reach up and lovingly cup his chin between your thumb and index.

“I’ll be right there with you. So you don’t need to worry.”

He sighs, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze as the light turns green, allowing you to continue on your drive.

“Thanks,” his voice is quiet. “I just…really do like their sound. The more I think of it, the more I can see myself playing with them. I just hope they agree.”

“They will,” you say surely. “After it’s over, wanna get some McDonald’s? I think there’s a McFlurry with your name on it.”

He chuckles softly and nods. “Sure. That sounds good.”

You flash a grin as you turn onto the next street, entering a residential area with houses nicer than you were expecting. They aren’t mansions, but as you drive through, they’re definitely nicer than yours and Choso’s humble apartment.

“Huh. Didn’t know they made this much money already,” You think aloud, and he shifts beside you, also looking out of the window.

“I read about them a little,” Choso tells you, “Their bassist is a songwriter that’s pretty well-known in alternative music, apparently.”

“Yeah?” You ask, impressed. “So this guy’s a big shot?”

“Kinda,” Choso laughs breathily. “Honestly, I think that’s why I’m nervous.”

“You’re nervous that he’s a professional? A little intimidated?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“Could be,” he admits. “I mean, I know that I’m a good player, so that’s not it entirely. It’s just that if I do get put in the band, things’ll change. They’re gaining popularity, and with the experience he has, the band’s definitely going to get somewhere.”

You hum. “That sounds great. You’ve always wanted to do this as a career—and your stuff deserves to be heard, baby. Maybe you’re more excited than nervous.”

“Could be,” he shrugs, “It’s just a lot.”

“That’s understandable,” you reply, “It’s okay to be nervous. Auditions are scary as hell. But I’m telling you, it’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna get in there, you’re gonna play and blow them away, then we’ll get ourselves some delicious fast food and relax at home.”

He smiles softly at you, and you return it before looking back out of the windshield, seeing your destination approaching. You slow to a stop on the curb at the side of the house, shifting the car into park.

“All right,” You say. “We’re here. Ready?”

He takes a breath and nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

—-

A tall, pale man in a white muscle tank-top and baggy sweats greets the two of you at the door with a smile.

“Hi, you must be Choso,” He shakes hands with your boyfriend, “Suguru said you’d be coming. I’m Larue, the band’s drummer.”

“Hey,” greets Choso with his trademark small-smile, “I am. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Who’s this beauty you brought with you?” Larue asks, directing his attention to you.

You shake hands with Larue as you introduce yourself as Choso's significant other.

“Hi,” you greet, giving him your name. “I hope it’s okay I’m here.”

“Oh, of course,” Larue insists. “Come on in. The studio’s down the hall. Just leave your shoes by the door.”

He lets you two into the house, allowing you a chance to look around while you remove your shoes. It looks rather modern and minimal as a structure but the furniture has an eclectic, almost gothic feel to it, green plants livening up the space. It smells pleasant as well—like fresh juniper.

“This way,” Larue gestures to follow him, so you and your boyfriend do, your hand slipping into Choso’s to offer him comfort. He gives your hand a little pulse and you do one in reply as Larue leads you down the hallway, stopping at the door at the end. “Here we are.”

He pushes it open and enters, calling out to the occupants in the room. “Choso’s here for his audition!”

Choso enters first and you follow, entering the cozy studio, lit warmly with lamps, the floor covered in patchwork rugs, a sofa on one end across from a mixing board, and behind that, glass panes that lead to the sound booth, a room that houses the band’s instruments and equipment. Honestly, you’re impressed—you had no clue this band was so serious about their music. It makes your chest swirl with pride. This is the perfect chance for Choso’s talent to finally be recognized.

“Hey there, it’s nice to meet you in person,” a voice pulls you out of your appraisal and back towards the mixing board, where a man sits in a chair, smiling at your boyfriend. As soon as you look at him, his eyes meet yours, and you swear a little shock of electricity runs through you at that exact moment. His eyes flash with something indistinguishable. “I’m Suguru Geto. Bassist and frontman.”

Oh. He’s the singer, too? The bassist? That’s a little unusual, but it’s cool. He’s cool. He has gauges that are framed by long, dark hair, placid and gentle dark eyes, a pretty nose, smooth-looking lips with strong cheekbones and a sharp jawline to match. You can’t ignore the piercings he has on his face, one over his left eyebrow, thin silver hoops adorning his bottom lip in snake bites. Tattoos peak up from his collarbone under his black crew neck, and you trace your gaze down to his hands, fingers free of tattoos but the back of his hands themselves inked up, chunky silver rings making up for the empty room on his dexterous digits instead.

Your mouth goes dry. He’s gorgeous.

His eyes don’t leave you as he says, “who is this angel you brought with you?”

Choso’s hand on yours tightens, bringing you back to yourself. You manage a smile, trying to ignore your racing heart. You stutter as you answer him, cementing yourself as Choso's.

When you tell Suguru your name, and he repeats it, a smile stretches across his lips. “It’s very nice to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable. Ah, and this is Miguel, our keyboards.”

He gestures to the man leaning against the wall in sunglasses, gold hoops handing from his ears. He smiles and waves. “Hey.”

“Hi,” replies Choso, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Choso, you wanna set up with the amp over there?” Suguru points to the wall near the couch, and your boyfriend nods.

“Yeah, sure.”

You smile at him again, rubbing his arm gently before moving over to the sofa to sit beside Larue on the opposite end. Miguel takes a seat in the chair beside him as Choso sets about getting his guitar from its case, your eyes gravitating back towards the black hole in the room sitting at the mixing board.

You find his calculating eyes already on you, and instead of looking away at being caught, the corner of his mouth turns up. It makes you feel warm all over.

“So,” Larue speaks, cutting through the silence. “How long have you been playing, Choso?”

“I taught myself when I was thirteen,” He answers, taking the chord plugged into the amp and pushing the other end into his guitar. “I joined my band when I was fifteen, but it split because the others wanted to do their own things.”

“Ah,” Miguel chimes in, “That sucks. Everybody’s gotta be on the same page.”

“Yeah, but I really liked being in a band, so hopefully this goes well,” Choso smiles softly, standing up to sling the guitar strap over his shoulder. He checks to make sure the volume on the amp is down before switching it on, experimentally strumming at a few strings until the volume is at a good level.

“All set?” Asks Suguru, and Choso nods.

“Yeah. I really like ‘Love to the Strong’ so I’ll do that one.”

That was one of your favorites of Curse Manipulator. You and Choso listen to it a lot, and you’ve heard him play it before. He was able to figure it out just by listening, once again putting you in awe of him. You know he has this in the bag.

His black-painted nails form the first chord and he starts strumming, effortlessly switching to the next one and the next, starting to sing along like it’s second nature. You watch him with shimmering eyes. Whenever he plays, you can’t help but see him for the star he truly is. Everything about him is just so unique, so special. What had drawn you to him was his appearance, how unapologetically he expresses himself in what he wears, the spiky style he wears his hair up in, the tattoo across the bridge of his nose, the heavy eyeliner around his eyes…you even think about the tattoo of your name he’d gotten over his heart for your birthday in beautiful black lettering, one of many presents to you that day, and your heart flutters.

Wanting to read the room to see how the others are reacting, you look at Miguel first. He’s nodding his head along, brow furrowed with a smile on his lips. Good. He’s enjoying it. You look at Larue next, who is tapping along to the beat with his hand on his thigh quietly, dividing it even further with his foot.

Last, your eyes move to Suguru, who is moving in time with Choso’s playing, nodding with his chin in his hand. He seems to feel your eyes on his, because he meets your gaze in the next moment. That smirk finds its way on his face again, playful, and you feel your heart hammer hard against your rib cage involuntarily. Without looking away from you, he lets his index finger rest between his lips, tongue pushing against it just so you see the black ball of jewelry at the center of it.

Fuck. A tongue piercing.

A deluge of very lewd, very intrusive thoughts slam into you without your permission. What would his snake bites and tongue piercing feel like if you kissed him? Or if he tried sucking a hickey into your neck? How would his mouth feel around one of your nipples? Or, shit, how would it feel eating you out? Does he know how to use that little bead to his advantage? Would he use it to make you fall apart?

The song finishes and Larue’s enthusiastic cheers yank you from your wanton musings, dragging your eyes from Suguru’s poetic face back to your boyfriend.

Choso smiles at you, eyes searching for approval, for assurance that he did well, and you nod without thinking, a smile spreading over your face as you push the thoughts of Suguru down. You can compartmentalize them later—right now, you need to be a supportive partner. Relief washes over his face.

“That was great,” Suguru says, all business again, “I didn’t know you could sing. Would you be interested in doing toplines and backing vocals also?"

Choso nods. “Yeah, that sounds great. I uh, I write too. If you ever wanted to collaborate.”

“He’s really good,” you add, hoping the blush you feel when Suguru’s gaze finds yours again isn’t noticeable. He smiles at you and it makes you so warm, so nervous.

“That’s great,” He says, glancing back at your boyfriend. “Choso, I know it was a short audition, but I think we can all agree that you’re exactly what we’re looking for.”

You see Choso’s face light up, nuanced to most but so obvious to you, and you grin brightly. You knew it.

“Really?”

“Yep,” Miguel voices his agreement. “Welcome to the band.”

“Welcome!” is Larue’s input.

Suguru flits his eyes to you again. “Just what I’ve been looking for.”

Choso doesn’t see where he’s looking though, because he’s smiling at you, but you do see it, and you feel all sorts of emotions.

Suguru wants you. He’s made it obvious enough already, and that fact plays with your sanity levels a disturbing amount. You have Choso. You love Choso. You see yourself staying with him forever, because he makes you happy, and he makes you feel safe and taken care of. You trust him with your life and he’s never done anything to even waver that trust. You have never looked at another man like this the entire time you’ve been with Choso, either.

So why now all of a sudden is a simple glance from Suguru threatening to put you on your knees? What is going on with you?

“Thank you guys,” Choso speaks, oblivious to the turmoil inside of your head, “I’ll do my best.”

Suguru stands up and pats his shoulder. Oh fuck. He’s tall, shoulders wide—he’s intimidating. He looks like he could toss you around like a pillow. Choso’s build is nothing to sneeze at, but Suguru is just…huge. You silently beg for any god listening to take pity on you and force you to calm down.

“Come on, let’s all relax in the living room with some tea and get to know everyone better,” Suguru suggests, looking at you, “How does that sound?”

You have half a mind to run out of the house right now to prevent yourself from doing something stupid like jumping Suguru’s bones on the spot. Instead, you force a smile on your face.

“Sounds good.”

It’s an hour of soft torture on Suguru’s couch. You’re sandwiched between Choso and the arm of the blue velvet sofa, Larue on his other side. Miguel sits in a matching chair off to the right, and in the other one, directly to your left sits Suguru.

It’s obscene the way his legs are spread out, open like he has a third one in the middle and he needs room for it, and that thought keeps repeating in your head, contributing to the worst hurricane that’s ever ravished the shores of your mind.

His arms are no better, elbows perched on either of the chair’s arms, pelvis forward as he slinks lazily. He’d made tea for everyone when you went into the living room and when he handed you your mug, his fingertips brushed yours and it made you feel like a shy teenager with a crush.

You try really hard not to stare at him but your eyes keep gravitating. He’s leading the conversation, and a fair amount of questions have to do with you. You have no choice but to look at him. And fuck, you don’t mind, he’s sentient art. It should be punishable by law how sinfully his pierced lips wrap around the mug to sip at the tea. At one point while you’re talking about what you do for a living, Choso’s watching you as you talk. Since his eyes aren’t on Suguru, it gives the man a free-pass to test your patience. A drop of tea accidentally slides down the side of his mouth and he flicks his tongue out to lick it, stud glinting at you, and you fucking feel yourself start to get wet.

You tear your eyes away from him after stuttering, finishing your sentence and lifting the cup to your lips to give yourself something else to focus on.

Whenever he looks at you, you can just feel it. You feel it like when you stand too close to fire, heat just threatening to burn your skin, and you suddenly have the overwhelming urge to get fucked.

Wow, you think, real nice. You’re disappointed in yourself. You just met this man and he has this much control over your body? He hasn’t even really touched you.

Choso didn’t even have this effect on you. It was a pair assignment in a class you two had together that started it. He was quiet and frankly looked bored most of the time. He never spoke unless he was spoken to, or to ask you something about your assignments. When you were told you had to work with each other for the final, you two grew closer over meetings at cafes while you worked. You remember the first time you made him laugh. It was music to your ears, and it made your heart flutter. That’s when you started having feelings for him.

Everything he did after that was endearing. You started noticing that he would ask you more questions than necessary just to talk with you, you noticed he’d find reasons to prolong your meetings when you worked together, and he’d even pay for the food or drinks you’d order while working. He liked you, and you liked him back, and he was just so pure in his intentions, you fell even harder.

The night before the final was due, you were over at his place to practice. You’d been there a few times, as he’d been at yours too, and after polishing the project, you decided you two needed a break. You saw his guitar sitting against the wall and asked him to play something. He was hesitant, but ultimately couldn’t deny you, so he sat across from you and started strumming and singing a song you’d never heard before.

It was beautiful. The lyrics would put Hozier to shame. You suspected it was an original, too. You were probably biased, but hell, at that moment you knew he was someone you couldn’t let go of.

When he finished, he confirmed that he’d written it himself. You told him whoever he wrote it about was really lucky, and that if it was you, you’d fall in love with him immediately.

That was you opening the door, and he walked through it with earnest eyes and a hopeful smile.

He’s been your boyfriend since, and he’s made you so happy.

Remembering how you met Choso helps a lot to mitigate the damage Suguru is doing to your psyche, and to keep yourself strong, you don’t look at Suguru again. You fix your eyes on the mug, and a little after the tea is finished, you and Choso decide to go home.

Suguru sees you out after Larue takes care of your mugs, Miguel bidding you a farewell before he makes his way back to the studio. You get your shoes back on, hearing Choso express his gratitude again and agree to return tomorrow so that they can start rehearsing for their next gig.

“It was really nice to meet you.”

Suguru’s eyes are suddenly on yours again and it’s as if that flame that had been reduced to a steady, barely noticeable simmer roars back to life on high. He really is so fucking, damningly pretty.

“You too,” you manage with what you hope is a convincingly easy smile. He holds his palm out to shake hands, and your heart jumps in your ribcage. You fear touching him might rouse a beast within you that you previously had no knowledge of.

Out of courtesy and the obligation to uphold social cues, you lay your hand in his. His palm is warm. His fingers feel rough and firm, no doubt hardened due to his years playing bass. His skin looks nice against yours, you think intelligently, and before he lets go, he gives your hand a strong squeeze. Had you been any less of a person you would have buckled with your newly weakened knees. He has a strong grip.

What on you would he grab like that? Your thigh? Your ass? Your hips? Fuck, your neck?

Your smile tapers at the sheer indecency of your thoughts as he lets go, and you absentmindedly smile at him to try and save face, turning to follow your boyfriend out of the house and down the driveway.

“Get home safely!” Suguru calls behind you, and you hear Choso reply in kind. You can’t muster a response. Your whole body is buzzing. It feels like there are two wolves literally fighting for dominance inside of you. One of them is urging you to go home, to calm the hell down and maybe take out all of your newfound frustration on Choso.

The other one, however, is clawing at your back, trying to drag you back towards Suguru so that you can jump him and fuck him right in the front room of his house.

Obscene. Filthy. You need to get out of here. Who are you?

You make it to the car, but after Choso puts his guitar in the backseat, you hesitate before the driver’s seat.

“Babe?” You ask, and he looks over at you.

“Yeah?”

“Can you drive?”

“Of course,” he answers easily, moving around to meet you at the driver’s side of the car. You hand him the keys, but refuse to move. He tilts his head to the side. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod, unsure of who you’re trying to convince. You’re so torn right now. You feel so guilty for looking at another man the way you did tonight, but you’re also still so fucking horny and your angel of a boyfriend is standing right in front of you.

You decide to make a very lust-induced decision.

“Choso?”

“Yeah?” He puts his hand on your shoulder in concern. “What is it?”

He’s so fucking sweet. It warms your heart but you need something more, something crazy.

“I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes widen, and you can practically hear his heart stutter. He blinks, face reddening. “Well…when we get home, we can—”

“Right here, Choso.”

Another blink. He has no idea where this is coming from—you’ve never acted like this. Sex stays at home, in private.

“…right here? Right now?” He asks, looking around. It’s dark out now, the neighborhood lit up dimly by streetlights staggered up and down the sidewalks. “Outside?”

“In the car,” you say. That’s private enough, right? It should be. He swallows thickly.

“Are…are you sure? What if we get caught?”

You just want it so badly right now. You stretch the truth to get what you desire.

“I’m just so proud of you,” you say, heart feeling heavy. “You did so well today—you deserve it, baby.”

He smiles bashfully at the praise, scratching behind his neck. “I only did because you were here…I can wait until we get back. Don’t worry.”

It’s not working. God damn it.

You make a last-ditch effort.

“I know you can,” you say, getting in his space and touching his chest. Lowly, you add, “But I don’t think I can.”

His dark eyes widen again, an unsure smile twitching at his lips. “You want me that bad?”

It’s starting to work. “Yeah. Please, babe? Unless it makes you uncomfortable…”

“No,” he quickly shakes his head, “Let’s do it. Where do we…?”

You spring into action.

Your hand goes for the lever on the side of the driver’s seat, pulling it and reclining it all the way back.

“Sit, baby. I’ll ride you.”

He sucks in a breath and does as told, getting in the car and watching as you follow, shutting and locking the door behind yourself.

You straddle his legs and kiss him without a moment to waste, threading your hands in his hair. He reciprocates easily, sighing when he feels you pull the hair ties out to let his dark brown locks fall free. His hands find your waist as you start grinding on him to get him hard, relishing in the soft noises it starts to pull from him within minutes.

You think for a moment that this is crazy. You’re actually going to fuck Choso in a car. It is a little dangerous, but that excites you. You’re just so fucking turned on because of that infuriatingly gorgeous bassist…

Choso moans when you grind harder, his hand slipping up the leg of the denim shorts you’re wearing and past your underwear, finding you to be drenched.

“You really did want this,” he laughs breathily, and you feel another pang of guilt. He’s feeling the result of miniscule attention from Suguru. Sick. It’s sick.

You can’t do this to Choso. You need to focus on him. This is happening between the two of you and no one else.

“I did,” you choose to smile back. “Let me have it now, baby?”

He sucks in a slow breath and nods, pupils blown, reaching down to unzip his jeans. You help, popping the button and reaching down to free him from his boxers.

He’s hot and firm in your grasp and you can’t help but stroke him a few times, enjoying the groans it pulls from his throat.

Painfully aware of your own arousal, you decide not to tease him anymore and shift, lining him up with your entrance. Just like that, with all of your clothes still on, you slip him inside, moaning at the relief the pressure of his girth provides your needy walls.

His hands stay on your hips as you start bouncing on him, his brows furrowing, eyes fixed on your face.

“Fuck,” he breathes, breathing ragged and erratic. You hear the wet noises obscenely in the small space, covering his shaft with your essence, and you roll your hips, teasing his tip against the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Choso,” you hiss, aiming there. Recognizing you found it, he starts thrusting up to meet your movements, heightening your pleasure. You throw your head back, mouth falling open. “Oh god baby, yes…”

His eyes flutter shut and you start riding him faster, his jaw clenching as he bites down. A strained grunt escapes with his voice, neck veins protruding, and you move your hands before thinking, wrapping them around his neck.

He groans louder as you apply a tiny amount of pressure, voice switching and going higher. You’re thoroughly wrecking your boyfriend now and it’s making your mound practically weep over his cock, uncaring that the car is rocking with your movements.

Your eyes flit to the side out of the window, and what you see punches heat into your gut so hard you gasp.

Suguru is standing on the balcony of what must be his bedroom, looking right into the window of your car at you, and only you.

He’s holding something between his fingers that looks like a cigarette, smirking down at you as he leans his cheek against his palm. Keep going, his eyes say.

You don’t dare disobey him. The thought doesn’t even cross your mind. You ride Choso even harder, getting the head of his throbbing cock to hammer against the most sensitive part of your insides.

You chance a glance down at Choso, who is still lost in a world of his own, eyes squeezed shut, and you look back up at Suguru, who is taking a drag.

He blows out smoke and it makes you clench hard around Choso.

“Fuck,” moans your boyfriend, “M’close, so close…”

You are too. The cock inside of you is so good, the friction of your shorts on your pearl is starting to overwhelm you, and Suguru watching you with absolutely zero shame is twisting your instincts into knots.

He corrupts you with dirty thoughts just by looking at you.

If it were him, the moment you’d asked to fuck, he probably would have pushed you into the backseat. You’d have been on your hands and knees, or maybe laid out on your back as he railed you so disrespectfully you’d feel him trying to invade your ribs. He’d call you all sorts of names, degrade you for being a slut, for not being able to wait.

You moan louder, feeling so close you’re about to lose your mind. Choso mewls beneath you, voice becoming lost to the whimpers he gets only when he cums.

“Baby, baby,” his voice rings out, “Fuck, I’m cumming…”

You feel it spill inside of you and as soon as Suguru’s smirk deepens, his head tilting as if to say ‘go on’, you orgasm hard.

“Oh fuck!”

Choso grunts as you clamp down on his sensitive member, slowing his thrusts to a stop as you pant heavily. You see Suguru grin and straighten up, lingering his gaze for a moment longer before turning and leaving you alone with Choso once more.

Now without the object of your forbidden desires, you slump forward, laying over Choso’s chest. You kiss his sweaty neck lovingly, embracing him tightly as the post-coital clarity starts seeping back into your head.

“Thank you,” you breathe, “I love you, Choso.”

You do. You love him. Suguru is just a fantasy and he’s going to stay that way. You’re happy with Choso and that’s the end of the story. You’ll just have to avoid Suguru and everything will be fine.

“I love you too,” He replies softly, kissing the top of your head. “Always.”

You close your eyes, biting back a heavy sigh.

I’m so sorry, you want to say, but resolve to make it up to him by just being a better partner to him than you have been, though he’s never complained. You’re not going to let this new infatuation take root.

What you don’t know is that this is only the beginning.

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OMG I love your party idea it's so cool!! how about "slow down baby" by Christina Aguilar for Eren Yeager 💓💓 one of my favs

Slow Down Baby

Slow down baby and don't act crazy, don't you know you can look all you want but you just can't touch

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: modern-day au, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, implications of cheating, cheating, sex toy use (vibrator), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, princess)

Summary: Your boyfriend Jean is working late again, and you can’t help but be suspicious that there’s something nefarious happening behind your back. Pent up from not seeing him this whole week, you take this alone time to treat yourself to some much-needed self-care.

Eren Jaeger knows that his friend is cheating on you, and he hates it. You don’t deserve it, not one bit. When Jean asks him to do a favor to try to cover up his infidelity, Eren seriously considers telling you the truth, ultimately deciding against it because of “bro code”. But what happens when he walks in on you taking all your sexual frustrations out on a little toy? Can he really keep his mouth shut?

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @shepnicolo! Love me some Xtina, great song for the y2k karaoke party! This was a fun one for me, so I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading everyone! MDNI banner designed by @/cafekitsune. Header image from Pinterest.

“Hey babe. Sorry, but I’m going to be at work late again tonight.” It’s already past nine in the evening when Jean calls you, informing you of this last-minute change of plans.

“Again?” He’s had overtime every day since last week. He’s also been leaving early in the mornings so by the time you wake up, he’s gone. It feels like you’ve barely seen him at all. “How about dinner?”

“Yeah, yeah. I already ate.” There’s shuffling in the background. And maybe it’s just your paranoia, but you swear you hear a woman giggling quietly beside him.

You swallow hard, asking, “Is someone with you?”

“Huh?” His tone shifts, as if you’re asking the most ridiculous question. “What do you mean?”

Immediately regretting it, you rephrase, not wanting to sound accusatory. “I was just wondering if anyone else is working overtime with you. That’s all. Didn’t want you to be lonely there.” The last statement is a lie; you sincerely hope he’s alone and not doing what you’re suspicious of.

He clears his throat nervously. “Oh. Well, yeah, there are a few people here with me, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Too late for that, you think, listening carefully for any more clues. When you can’t hear anything else, you sigh into the phone. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll see you later then.” You wait for him to respond, but he doesn’t. Quickly, you add, “I love you – ”

He hangs up before you can get it out completely.

Jean had been pulling away from you for a while now. It didn’t just start with the overtime. It began over a month ago, when you noticed how glued to the phone he was while the two of you watched TV together. When you asked who he was texting, he answered, “It’s my new coworker. She’s asking some questions about work.” At the time, it didn’t raise any alarms in your head, so you dropped it. Every day, he was immersed to the screen, sometimes excusing himself to take a call outside on your balcony. You resisted every urge, every temptation to eavesdrop on his conversations, look through his text messages, interrogate him further.

You continue to give him the benefit of the doubt. There’s no way Jean would ever cheat on you. While you haven’t been together for that long, you like to think that you know him well enough to be sure he’s a faithful boyfriend. You don’t even have proof of his infidelity. It would be unfair to accuse him of such atrocities over some silly speculation, right?

Since he’s been in the office late this entire week, the two of you haven’t had sex in what seems like forever. Pent up and frustrated, you take this time to care for yourself, since Jean’s not around to do it. It starts with a serving of your favorite dessert, then a warm bath, soothing the tense muscles in your body. You surround yourself in a comfy robe, brushing your teeth with the full intention of falling asleep as soon as you do the one thing you need to make yourself feel better tonight.

With all the lights off, except for the dim glow of the lampshade on the nightstand, you snuggle into your bed, untying the robe so it’s splayed beneath you. Inside the drawer, you retrieve your favorite vibrator and a small bottle of lube, pouring a tiny bead on the tip. Spreading your legs wide, you smear it on yourself. Using your free hand, you navigate to your favorite dirty audio, playing it out loud.

~~~

Eren hates this. Absolutely hates it.

He’s driving towards your apartment with a set of keys in his pocket and a bouquet of roses sitting in the passenger seat. All because your friend is a piece of shit.

Eren’s known for a while now that Jean is cheating on you. It started with a not-so-subtle comment in the group chat. My new coworker is fucking hot. That alone disgusted him. Connie, of course, laughed it off. Armin didn’t say anything, probably unsure how to respond at such a statement. It only went downhill from there.

She’s got the best body omg.

I’m in trouble now.

This is bad guys lol.

Don’t tell the girls okay?

Jean has always rubbed Eren the wrong way, ever since they were kids. But at least he respected him. Now, not so much. Not at all, actually. You don’t deserve this, not one bit. No one does, but especially you. And maybe the reason he can’t completely berate Jean is because Eren’s harboring a secret of his own: He’s head-over-heels for you.

Of course, he’s never acted on it. Bro code, right? Thou shall not hook up with another bro’s girl, or whatever the unofficial rule is. But what if said bro is acting like a total asshole? And what if this bro would treat you the way you deserve and more? Then what?

It’s because of this stupid code that he finds himself in the most ridiculous, aggravating situation. Earlier in the night, Jean texted the group chat. SOS SOS SOS. Armin and Connie were both busy, so didn’t respond, leaving Eren to answer the cry for help.

Jean explains it quickly through the phone, voice all panicky and guilty. “Dude, I need you to do me the hugest favor right now. I would you owe big time if you could help me out.” Basically, he needs Eren to buy a big bouquet of roses and deliver them to your apartment, where you can see them first thing in the morning.

“Why?” he asks, irritated by this request.

“I think she’s suspicious. So I need to do something to throw her off the scent,” he explains. Eren can already see the cocky, shit-eating grin on his face. Why is he friends with this douchebag? And why did he agree to do this? He’s complicit in this mess now, not only for keeping his friend’s infidelity a secret, but for helping him continue it. He wants so badly to tell you the truth so you can escape this relationship. At the same time, he’s supposed to have his friend’s back no matter what, even if he is being a massive prick.

So, he decides to help his buddy out, no matter how much it’s killing him. He meets Jean at an unknown address, most likely his side chick’s place. “Dude, seriously. I owe you one,” he says, patting him on the shoulder.

Eren nods silently, not wanting to speak in case he lets his true feelings slip. Jean hands him the spare keys to your apartment. “Just sneak in and set the flowers on the kitchen counter. She won’t suspect a thing.” It takes all of Eren’s willpower not to punch him in the face, so he quickly turns around to get into his car and drive off.

It’s almost midnight by the time he arrives to your apartment. Surely, you’re asleep by now, still completely unaware that your bastard boyfriend is cheating on you. Still, he shouldn’t meddle in your relationship, even though he wants what’s best for you, which is not Jean.

He unlocks the door quietly, tip-toeing into the kitchen to set the flowers down, as instructed. He notices your bedroom door is ajar, a faint streak of light coming from the inside, and the undeniable sounds of a man growling expletives like, Come for me, slut. Yeah, give it all to me.

His eyes widen, surprised that you’re still awake, even more so that you’re listening to something like this. Curiosity gets the best of him; he stealthily makes his way beside your door, peering through the tiny opening to get a glimpse of you.

You’re laid out on the bed, bare and exposed, gripping a vibrator to your pussy. The sight alone is enough to put him into a frenzy. Hearing your soft whimpers from your mouth along with the electric buzz from the toy fluttering on your clit sends him into a trance that he can’t snap out of. Before he can think logically, he’s pushing against the door, making his presence known.

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“Eren!” You sit up in bed, flinging the toy off to the side, covering yourself with your robe. “What are you doing here?”

He stands before you, a crazed look in his eyes, an obvious bulge protruding from his pants. He stutters, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here?” you repeat, glaring at him.

His mouth is agape, unable to get the words out. You’re losing patience, watching him struggle to explain why he’s here, inside your home, watching you masturbate. You grab your phone, making sure to exit out of whatever filthy audio that’s still playing, fingers ready to dial your boyfriend’s number when he blurts out, “Jean is cheating on you.”

You freeze on the spot, heart sinking from having your worst fear confirmed.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, staring down at his feet. “I’m so sorry.”

There are no tears in your eyes, surprisingly. Instead, your throat is heavy with emotion as you repeat for a third time, “So, what are you doing here?”

Still avoiding your gaze, he answers, “Jean thought you were catching on to him, so he asked me to bring you flowers to throw you off.”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask, “How long have you known about it?”

“A few weeks.” He looks up at you, saying your name this time. “I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

After a deep breath, you sigh, relaxing against the headboard. “I’m sorry you’re involved in it.” You smile at him. “And I’m sorry you had to see me…you know.” Embarrassment catches up to you, heat rushing into your cheeks, aware that you’ve just been caught touching yourself with your vibrator, which is still in plain view beside you.

He steps forward, inching closer towards the end of the bed. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. Jean is a fucking asshole. You don’t deserve this.”

“What do I deserve, Eren?” You peer at him, tears welling in your eyes now, desperate for any ounce of comfort he can give to you in this moment.

He sits near you on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance. “You deserve to be loved by someone who’s always going to treat you right. Someone who’s going to love you from head to toe.”

“Someone like you?”

A gentle smile forms on his face. “Yeah. Someone like me.”

No matter how badly you want to close the distance between you, want to feel the love he says he can give to you, guilt holds you back. Sensing your hesitation, he scooches nearer. “Let me help you. Tell me what you want.”

Eren has always been sweet to you. Too sweet, in fact. You’ve always gotten the sense that he cares more for you than he lets on. And maybe it’s because you’re hurt right now, fragile, heartbroken, even a little scornful towards Jean. Whatever it is, it makes you realize you’ve been too busy with the wrong man to notice the right one has been here all along. However, two wrongs don’t make a right. Even with the confirmation of Jean’s adulterous behavior, you’re still his girlfriend until you officially end it, which will be soon.

In the meantime, you manage to come up with something you can do to take advantage of this moment.

You let go of your robe, letting it fall to your sides, displaying your nude body to him, arousal wet between your legs from earlier. He watches you carefully, cock straining against his sweatpants, breathing heavily.

“I’m not a cheater like Jean,” you mutter, spreading yourself wider, showing off your glistening cunt.

“I know you’re not,” he whispers, scooting forward, hand drifting to his lap.

Reaching for your vibrator, maintaining your gaze on him, you say, “I’m a good girl.”

He swallows hard, palming his erection through the fabric. “Fuck. You’re a good girl. Such a good girl.”

“You can look, but you can’t touch. Understand?” Your finger hovers over the button, tip pressed to your throbbing clit.

He nods erratically, licking his lips. “Yes.”

“Good,” you smirk, turning the toy on, ready to give him a show. “Tell me all the things you want to do to me.”

He shoves his boxers down, cock sprung stiff against his abdomen, the slit shiny with precum, veins bulging on his shaft. It’s the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, better than what’s-his-face by a longshot, though you might be biased now, given the circumstances. Eren wraps his fist around it, jerking himself off while he watches you tease the tip on your swollen bud. “I want to fuck you into this mattress,” he moans. “Pound this pussy until we break the bed.”

“Yeah?” you purr, pressing the fluttering tip deeper into your clit. “What else?”

“Want to bounce you on this cock, watch you cream all over me,” he huffs, stroking himself faster. “God, this is hot. So fucking hot.”

Pleasure ripples through your body, toes curled from the sensation, so close to your climax with his soothing voice spitting his nasty fantasies at you. “I wish you could fuck me right now,” you confess, limbs quivering from ecstasy, pussy fluttering around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Me too, princess. Me too. But you’re a good girl. And good girls don’t cheat.” He readjusts himself onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, stroking his hard dick. “I can give you this cum, though. That’s not cheating, right?”

You blindly agree with him, approaching your climax. “Yeah, give it to me. Give it to me, Eren.”

He swears loudly, shooting his load onto you, spilling over your clit, dripping down your pussy. “Fuck,” he groans, marveling at how pretty you look covered in his seed.

You smile at him, relaxing against your pillows, dipping the tip of your vibrator in his mess. His mouth hangs open, eyes half lidded, watching as you stuff it inside your cunt.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, stroking his cock again, eyes fixated on your pussy.

Do technicalities even matter anymore? All you know is that you want to be loved from head to toe by Eren Jaeger. You set aside the toy, sitting up to close the gap between you, pressing your lips to his. He hesitates before deepening the kiss, tongue slipping inside your mouth, sloppy and eager for more.

When you break apart to catch your breaths, he leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “Are you going to be a bad girl now and take this cock?”

Grinning, you nod, pulling him in for another kiss.

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masarrysversion · 11 months

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daylight

summary: love story of sir lewis hamilton x singer-songwriter!reader

inspiration: madame taylor swift’s discography. her new songs “you’re losing me” // her old songs

author’s note: this is my very first social media au ♡ must admit that I’m not satisfied with it and the end was rushed :/ taylor swift released a new song “you’re losing me” and I’ve seen many parallels with her old songs so I wanted to make an AU but with a different timeline than TS’s real timeline

face claim: chloe bailey

SEPTEMBER

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yourusername Surprise!!

Out NOW the new version of my album called Midnights (The Til Dawn Edition) 💙

This edition has a never before heard track called “You’re Losing Me” and it is the official third single from Midnights!!! (Link in bio)

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ynfan IM BAWLING THE SONG IS HEARTBREAKING

loveyn if you have ever been in a relationship that slowly died in front of you while you tried everything to save it but they acted like nothing was wrong, don’t listen to “you’re losing me” you’ll be agonising

midnightslover “I wouldn’t marry me either” anyone would be lucky to marry you, Y/N 😢

user1 you deserve someone who considers you and praises you for existing

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yourusername THANK YOU SO MUCH, @brits 💖 I can’t believe ‘You’re Losing Me’ won International Song. This song means SO much to me!! The brit is already safe and warm on a shelf at home. What a magical night and what an honour to have been presented this award by two people I highly respect and admire, @elliegoulding & @lewishamilton 🙏

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lewishamilton 💜😍

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lewis44ham well... it sure is a normal way to answer an artist you’ve just met... 👀

LHmercfan @lewis44ham Lewis has always been nice like that with everyone lol. It doesn’t mean anything!

ynlover u deserve it so much!!

user47 you transforming your heartbreak into art and getting recognition for it just makes me happy

NOVEMBER

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enews DATING RUMORS ALERT 🚨 Sir Lewis Hamilton and Y/N were spotted entering a building in Manhattan's Greenwich Village.

It seems like Y/N has made Cornelia Street her temporary abode for a few weeks now as her Tribeca property is undergoing a renovation.

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lavendrshaze NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY

lewissnation They’re not just rumors imo. They have been interacting so much on social media lately!

formulamilton true lmao. and no wonder lewis has posted so many thrist traps since september 🤔

MARCH

JULY

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yourusername Hi loves, my brand new album ‘wholeheartedly’ will be out this friday. Hope you’ll like it as much as I loved creating it ♡

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lewishamilton Y/N Hamilton, I would marry you endlessly.

You’re way better than a dream. 🤤

I always knew I was a lucky man but when I met you, I understood that I was the luckiest man ever. Fighting and hardwork have always be in my DNA and yet, fighting for your love and happiness everyday is like no other fights I experienced. It still is my best fight to this day. I will never stop working hard to be worthy of your love and consideration. I thought I had everything until you swept me off my feet at the Brits and finally made me complete that night.

I love you. Thank you for making me and Roscoe your family, @username 😍❤️

Ps: I never thought I would have love songs written about me. In complete awe of your talent 😳

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yourusername You and Roscoe are the loves of my life. I’m the one who is thankful for you, for having found the perfect human being. I have so much love, respect and admiration for you that it is unimaginable. I love you with all of my heart 💜

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#lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #social media au #i apologise for any grammar mistakes i'm french :)#so nerve wrecking to post your writing omg #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fanfiction #f1 fanfic #mw

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late night talking | boo seungkwan

pairing: non-idol!seungkwan (svt) x female!reader

notes: reader doesn’t like birthdays, fluff, swearing, childhood friends (implied) to lovers, reader is !! oblivious !! loosely based on the song late night talking by harry styles

word count: 4.7k

summary: something shifted in the universe when you and seungkwan started talking on the phone every day. this is big for someone who has their phone on do not disturb for almost the entire day. oh and going on a trip with your bff, practically acting like a couple is normal right? right???

part of the to x, with love mini series

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if there's one thing people should know about you— it's that to never call you if there's an emergency. you’ve always gotten shit on for having your phone on do not disturb.

“what if you got stabbed?!” seungkwan dramatically yelled behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“well, did i?” you asked stopping dead in your tracks to face him, crossing your arms.

“no,” seungkwan answered “but what if you were?!” oh this is never going to end.

“i already told you i was going out for air.” you replied, turning your back against him and kept on walking. somehow, the walk back to your accommodation seemed like it went on forever. “if you knew me better, you should know to never call me.”

“i tried texting and you still didn’t answer!”seungkwan was getting frustrated. “seriously, what’s the point of having a phone if no one can contact you!”

“seungkwan, this conversation is going nowhere.”

“it’s because you’re too stubborn!” seungkwan pointed out. “see? you’re not even listening to me!”

“my ears are starting to bleed, seungkwan,” now you were getting annoyed. it’s always like this with you two— you and seungkwan bicker like there’s no tomorrow, driving each other mad. yet, you two can’t keep away from each other.

you quickened your pace, not in the mood to argue. you knew you were at fault.

“you know i was worried, love.” fuck. of course, seungkwan would drop that pet name. he knew how to get you— annoying and cheesy as it may sound— and it was enough to make you stop walking. “i didn’t mean to upset you.”

“i’m sorry,” you sighed. “i was being a brat—”

“yeah, you were.” seungkwan agreed, not even let you finish. you let out an appalled huff, crossing your arms.

seungkwan laughed, reaching out to uncross your arms and pulling you closer to him. “you know you’re lucky you’re cute or else this behaviour will never work on me.”

“whatever,” you mumbled. “it’s because you love me.” you were practically chewing your words. it was times like these when you often question if you two are destined for something more. two childhood friends on a weekend vacation— alone. doing couple activities. acting like one. it really makes you wonder.

“yeah,” seungkwan hummed softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “i know.”

seungkwan went off on a long rant about wanting to spend the weekend with you out of town. mind you, he proposed this plan over the phone at 1 am on a random tuesday. he even scolded you for not picking up sooner.

“why didn’t you pick up the first time?”

“kwannie, you better be dying if you dared to call me at 1 am.” you grumbled.

“i love you, but i’m calling anyone but you if i were dying.” he said on the other line.

“okay, well it’s good to know you’re still alive. i’m hanging up.” you said with your eyes closed, ready to fall back to sleep.

“do you have plans next weekend?”

it was your birthday next weekend. not that it was a big deal, but you didn’t really like celebrating your birthday. seungkwan knew that— at least you hoped he did. “no,” you said quietly.

“do you want to go out of town?”

you agreed, not thinking much about it as it’s been a while since you went on a trip— let alone, with seungkwan. plus, it’ll be nice to actually have fun.

it raised some eyebrows, for sure, especially from mingyu.

“you’re actually going?” mingyu asked while he was busy chopping up some onions. he was preparing dinner for jun and wonu— who crashed his dorm. you and chan found out and decided to crash there as well.

“and why not?” you raised an eyebrow at mingyu, crossing your arms. it’s not like this is the first you and seungkwan have gone on a trip by yourselves.

“because,” mingyu avoided your gaze. he knew something and since it’s you we’re talking about, he would rather be eaten alive than admit whatever he’s thinking to you. “it’s weird.”

“why would it be weird?” you asked with furrowed brows. “it’s seungkwannie.”

“exactly.” mingyu exclaimed, proceeding to turn around and look for something in the cupboards.

“yah!” something clicked in your head. “do you know something that i don’t?”

“i’m not going to tell you until you admit it yourse— yah ynnie!” mingyu yelped from where he was standing after you pinched his ear. “fine, fine!”

“well, i’m waiting kim mingyu.” you crossed your arms in anticipation.

mingyu muttered a long string of curses— some of them about you being worse than his girlfriend, which only prompted you to pinch his arm. you liked his girlfriend.

“it’s just—“ mingyu was racking his brain for the right words to say. “does it ever bother you that kwan is doing all of this just for you?”

“what do you mean?” now, you’re genuinely confused. gyu’s never the type to instigate things like these. “he’s always been like that, gyu.”

gyu hummed— pursing his lips into a thin line. “you know what? you’re right, ynnie.” mingyu proceeded to cook dinner for all of you, choosing to move on from the topic. “let’s drop it.”

this only piqued your curiosity. there’s no way kim mingyu can just drop it. “no, you have to tell me, gyu.”

“tell you what?” chan pranced inside the kitchen, carrying the empty glasses and putting them in the sink.

“i don’t even know, ichan.” you sighed. “because mingyu won’t tell me.”

“i’m probably assuming things,” mingyu said dismissively, not eager to expand on the topic any further.

chan stared at you two with furrowed brows. obviously, this is confusing for him as there’s not even enough context to build up on. “uhh?”

“mingyu’s being weird,” you sighed “he’s suspicious of kwan’s actions, as if kwan has been nothing but sweet our entire lives.”

“seungkwan? sweet?” ichan laughed at your, what he assumed, incredulous take.

“see?!” mingyu pointed out animatedly, making you scoff at him.

“ynnie, i think what mingyu’s trying to say is that—“ chan paused, looking for the right words to break his thoughts in.

mingyu, loosing a mental battle between speaking about it or not, chooses to interrupt chan’s thoughts. “he likes you, yn.”

“uh—“ you felt frozen in your place. you were waiting for them to explain further, anything that can clear this up. “like as friends right?”

mingyu let out an obnoxious laugh that prompted you to throw a piece of crumpled up kitchen towel at him.

“why are you being so loud?” jun asks as he and wonwoo prances inside the kitchen, both confused by mingyu’s outburst.

“hyung,” chan turns to jun “what do you think about yn and kwan?”

jun furrowed his brows, confused. “what do you mean?”

“like about yn and seungkwan being—“ mingyu tried to explain but wonu cut him off.

“together?” wonu continued, his tone unsure. mingyu and chan nodded. “are you not?” wonu then turns to you, confused.

“what do you mean?!” you could feel your cheeks burning at wonwoo’s implication. “of course not! what led you guys to that idea?”

“oh you want to do this now?” mingyu asks tauntingly. “because i will do it.”

“shut up, mingyu,” you grumbled, obviously flustered.

“you have to excuse mingyu,” jun walks closer to you, giving you a side-hug. “he had a tiny fight with his girlfriend earlier that’s why he’s being an asshole.”

“eh, don’t care about him,” you said loud enough for mingyu to hear and yell ‘hey!’ with a pout. “what about you junnie?”

“personally?” you nodded “i think some people say that they’re friends to justify the actions that prove they’re more than just that.”

you were about to reply when your phone buzzed from the kitchen counter. eyes automatically wandered to your phone, with seungkwan’s contact name filling the phone.

“he calls you love?” chan asks as he read the text that seungkwan sent you, fondness in chan’s tone. no one was really surprised that it has gotten to the point that seungkwan calls you adorable pet names but for some reason this one did. “how have i never heard him call you that, yn?”

“oh, uh,” you let out a strained, embarrassed laugh “he only calls me that when we’re alone.”

“cute,” wonu smiles, making you even more flustered.

you attempted to dodge the situation by texting seungkwan back, saying that he can crash gyu’s dorm too. “can you save him a plate, gyu? seungkwan’s dropping by in a bit.” you said in a small voice. as soon as the words left your mouth, you realized that whatever you just said will not help your situation at all.

“this is why people assume there’s something more going on with you two,” jun laughs.

“if you believe it, sure,” seungkwan says on the other line. he texted you asking if you were awake a couple of days before your supposed trip. you always had your phone on do not disturb as soon as the clock strikes midnight.

seungkwan, the loving menace that he is, kept pressing the notify anyway button on your thread. hence, the random video call at midnight.

this has been a frequent occurrence in your life. seungkwan has been clingier lately. although he’s always been close to you, kwan’s demeanour around you has changed.

“mhm,” all you could do was hum in response. at this point, you forgot what you were even arguing about. it was probably something petty like not knowing a pop culture reference.

“mhm?! ynnie are you sleeping already?” seungkwan asks on the other end of the call, looking over at your dark screen. he could barely see you in the frame— in fact, he’s firm that you’re not even in the screen at all. all he could see was the bedroom window from your dorm— bright lights from the neighbouring building illuminating the screen.

“hmm?” your eyes were getting droopy. you don’t even remember what happened the rest of the call, assuming that you probably fell asleep while mumbling sweet nothings to kwan.

seungkwan chuckled when the line went quiet and he heard your soft snores. it has always been like this. he would call you before bed and you would often fall asleep during your calls. if anybody asked him, it was his favourite part of his day.

“good night, my love.” he says softly, about to end the call.

“love you,” you mumbled in your sleep, surprising seungkwan. he wasn’t sure if you saying that deep in your sleep means something but that didn’t stop him from having a huge smile on his face.

“love you too, my ynnie.” he whispers, ending the call.

you, jun, and seokmin met up at heaven’s cloud coffee roasters one thursday evening. “ynnie?”

“hm?”

“i texted you last night, you didn’t see?” seokmin asked with a pout.

you shook your head, ashamed. you probably opened the text when you were half-awake and forgot about it completely.

“oh, you know how she would always have her phone on do not disturb,” jun vouched for you, in which you offered him an apologetic smile. “she probably opened it and forgot about it.”

you checked your inbox to see seokmin’s message. you checked the time stamp and saw that he texted you while you were on a call with seungkwan— you two were hosting a netflix party, watching the glory together. “i’m sorry, seok,” you pouted.

“ah, it’s alright.” seokmin smiles at you, pinching your cheeks. he was asking if you had plans this weekend— which is your birthday weekend and your weekend trip with seungkwan. “so, do you have plans this weekend?”

“oh, um, seungkwan and i are going out—“

“you and seungkwan are dating?!” seokmin yells, almost making you spit out your drink.

“seokmin, no!” you practically pleaded, a look of embarrassment present on your face. “what i meant was seungkwan and i made plans this weekend— we’re going on a trip.”

“oh— oh,” there’s a knowing glint in seok’s face, a teasing smirk that already painted a thousand scenarios running through his head. “okay, okay. no worries.”

jun was holding back a laugh. he could sense the frustration emitting off you but he could also see where seokmin’s conclusions were drawn from.

“seok, it’s not what you think—“ you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

and as if the universe is playing a cruel joke on you, seungkwan arrives at the café with a huge smile on his face upon seeing you three. as soon as kwan’s eyes met yours, his smile softens a bit more. this didn’t go unnoticed by seokmin.

“it’s okay, ynnie,” seokmin smiles at you genuinely. “what you and kwan have is the purest form of love.”

“you’ve been awfully quiet, yn,” seungkwan comments as he glances at you from the driver’s seat.

“just couldn’t sleep last night, kwannie,” you mumbled, looking out the window to avoid eye contact.

“you can take a nap, we’re still an hour away from our destination,” he said looking at the estimated arrival time from the navigation system.

“it’s fine,” you said quietly “don’t worry about me.”

seungkwan hummed, unconvinced but chose to drop it. it was a 3-day weekend and seungkwan cannot afford to spend the entire trip full of arguments.

the truth is, ever since seokmin unleashed that line about you, kwan, and love— you began to overthink it.

it’s not like the whole thing is foreign to you, but since other people are pointing it out so blatantly— it did stir up questions that you were beginning to be confused with. hence, sleepless nights.

“yn,” seungkwan calls your name, one hand in the steering wheel while the other hand reaches for yours, intertwining his fingers against yours. “are you sure you’re okay?”

this did not help your situation at all. seungkwan would do this all the time, but now, it’s like your insides are causing a stir.

“mhm,” was all you’ve managed to say. you felt your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

he was determined to hold back with picking petty fights with you this weekend. and seungkwan knew not to pry, so he rubbed small motions on the back your hand— hoping to ease out whatever’s bugging you.

you tried to hide the deep breath you took when seungkwan used his endearing charm to ease your nerves. with your free hand, you sent a quick text to seokmin, something along the lines of feeling overwhelmed and yet warm and but also intoxicated and boo seungkwan.

will you ever survive this trip?

the answer was no, you can’t survive this trip. upon arriving to your accommodation, you went straight to your room— making up some lame excuse that you’re tired.

seungkwan has been exceptionally patient about the whole thing, which surprised you. not that it was news, but he has already gone out of his way to be exceptionally understanding even if you think that you’re being rude most of the time.

so here you were, cooped up in one of the rooms of your air bnb, acting like a 13 year-old hiding from their middle-school crush.

“this is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself as you stared at the empty ceiling.

you were lying on your bed, listening to soft tunes with your eyes closed, when you heard a soft knock on your door. “ynnie, i’m coming in,” you heard seungkwan say on the other side of the door.

he found you lying down on your back, completely straight. you didn’t even look at him nor bothered to open your eyes. your position was so rigid, it made seungkwan burst out of laughter.

you heard a shutter click before opening your eyes and turning to look at him, kwan was smiling so wide with his phone out.

“ya,” you glared at his smiling figure “what are you doing?”

“you look like vernon,” seungkwan laughed and sat beside you to show the picture he just took. your sleeping position was… questionable. you look dead.

“seungkwannie,” you whined as you sat up straight and tried to snatch seungkwan’s phone to delete the photo. seungkwan’s reflexes, however, were unmatched compared to yours. he was quick to shove the phone far from you.

“what?” seungkwan was laughing at your childish antics.

pouting, you placed your chin on his shoulder. “delete it.”

seungkwan turned his head to face you, his face mere inches away from yours. his eyes briefly flickered to your lips, almost taunting him.

you caught a glimpse of seungkwan’s gaze— you knew he looked at your lips, which only confused you even more.

snapping back to reality, you cleared your throat and moved far from seungkwan. he was briefly startled but regained his composure once he saw you stand up.

“are you feeling okay now?” he asked. you nodded timidly. you were not.

seungkwan’s patience was testing its new bounds. he has never been this patient around anyone.

time seemed to be passing by quickly. day 1 of your 3 day weekend was almost coming to an end. you and seungkwan spent the day walking around the town, basically doing whatever you want— café hopping, book shopping, eating, and pottery painting.

name it, seungkwan made it happen— which only made you overthink even more. what’s the real deal between you and kwan?

that’s why when day 2 rolled around, you were now actively avoiding him and this didn’t go by unnoticed by kwan.

by the time it got dark and you weren’t back from your walk, not answering his texts and calls, his patience had come to an end.

you had your phone on do not disturb the entire time you went for fresh air alone. this only made seungkwan worry even more. you were walking around an unfamiliar town, alone.

so now here we are, seungkwan telling you off for not replying to his texts and not answering his calls.

"what if you got stabbed?!" seungkwan dramatically yelled behind you, making you roll your eyes.

"well, did i?" you asked stopping dead in your tracks to face him, crossing your arms. this is you, trying to act like seungkwan's unwavering care for you did not affect you and totally cleared things off for you.

"no," seungkwan answered "but what if you were?!"

"i already told you i was going out for air" you replied, turning your back against him and kept on walking. somehow, the walk back to your accommodation seemed like it went on forever. "if you knew me better, you should know to never call me."

"i tried texting and you still didn't answer!" seungkwan was getting frustrated. his patience for you could only last for so long. it didn't also help the fact that you were avoiding him all day. "seriously, what's the point of having a phone if no one can contact you!"

"seungkwan, this conversation is going nowhere."

"it's because you're too stubborn!" seungkwan pointed out. "see? you're not even listening to me!"

"my ears are starting to bleed, seungkwan," now you were getting annoyed. now this, this is what's relatively normal in your relationship. it's always like this with you two - you and seungkwan bicker like there's no tomorrow, driving each other mad.

you quickened your pace, not in the mood to argue. you knew you were at fault.

“i’m sorry,” you sighed. “i was being a brat—”

“yeah, you were.” seungkwan agreed, not even let you finish. you let out an appalled huff, crossing your arms.

seungkwan laughed, reaching out to uncross your arms and pulling you closer to him. “you know you’re lucky you’re cute or else this behaviour will never work on me.”

“yeah, i know” seungkwan hummed softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “now, c'mon. i've got a surprise waiting for you back in our place.”

“i’m sorry, ynnie,” chan said while giving you an apologetic smile, wiping the tears falling down your face “we know you don’t like making a big fuss about your birthdays.”

“but we can’t help it!” seok whined giving you the tightest hug, making you laugh in between tears “how are we not supposed to celebrate your special day?”

turns out, the surprise that seungkwan was talking about was the rest of the guys— who travelled all the way here to surprise you for your birthday.

“oh our sweet, little yn” jun coos as he gives you his present and a hug. they were having a field day with the amount of presents that they kept giving you. apparently, it was hard to choose one specific gift so they got you everything you ever wanted.

it’s taking every bit of you to stop yourself from saying that you’ve already had everything you can only dream of.

once the guys found themselves having their own little world— eating takeout and drinking — seungkwan pulls you aside, asking for you two to have a bit of an alone time with each other.

you both sat on the front porch steps, no space between each other, taking in the quietness of this town with the blanket of stars hovered above you.

“how are you doing, love?” seungkwan asks as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers against yours.

if this was any other day, you would be overwhelmed by how touchy seungkwan was being. however, given the surprise intimate party that was thrown, you were more than relieved to hold his hand since you’ve always found comfort in seungkwan anyway.

“bit overwhelmed,” you laughed “ but thankful. knowing that you all made an effort to do this means a lot.”

your birthdays have always been a sensitive subject. not that there was trauma associated with it, but your family had never made it a big deal. hence, you carried that ever since.

“i know you don’t like celebrating your birthdays,” seungkwan said “but i don’t think i can just let the day pass knowing that you, being here and coming in to my life, had been the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“kwan—“

“and please don’t get mad at them, i just wanted to make today extra special.” seungkwan practically pleads.

“i’m not mad, kwan” you said softly, squeezing his hand slightly to let him know that you’re serious. seungkwan sighs in relief.

silence fell as you two sat there underneath the stars, fingers intertwined. you took this moment to pursue the question that’s been bothering you the past few days. granted, it might make things a bit awkward but birthdays are about milestones, right? maybe being courageous is something that you want to embody as you celebrate being a year older.

“kwan?”

“yes, love?”

“why did you do all of this?” you asked.

“because it’s your birthday,” seungkwan laughs softly, as if you thought that all his efforts stems from something else. “and because you deserve everything good in this world, yn.”

“okay,” you hummed, not entirely convinced by his answer. so you’ve decided to step it up a notch. “do you like me, seungkwan?”

seungkwan was caught off-guard. who wouldn’t be?! the words slipped off your tongue so easily that he stared at you for a minute, looking for any tells that may indicate that you’re fucking around. but you weren’t. seungkwan saw that you were genuinely curious.

“of course, i like you, yn,” seungkwan answers “i mean i know i tease you a lot but that’s why we’re friends, right?”

friends, of course. “ah, right.” you replied, trying your best to show that you’re not forcing a smile. maybe you really were just overthinking things— boo seungkwan does not like you in that way.

seungkwan, however, noticed the change in your demeanour. he also noticed how you were trying to loosen your hand against his. “you don’t seem satisfied,” seungkwan points out lowly.

“hm?”

“were you expecting a different answer, yn?” he asks.

“nope.” you replied, staring directly at the empty streets and avoiding eye contact.

“are you sure?”

“yep.”

“then look at me, yn,” seungkwan says, prompting you to look at him.

he was fighting back a smile which annoyed you for some reason. “what is it, seungkwan?”

“do you like me, yn?” he asks, eyes sparkling as if to tease you even more.

the thing is, seungkwan already likes you. yes, more than a friend. yes, in that kind of way. however, he knew your stance on that whole friends to lovers trope.

you were wondering about mingyu and his girlfriend— how he knew that she was more than a friend. mingyu once answered, “i always knew.”

his answer didn’t help you, only made things confusing for you actually.

you once run by it through kwan, he was caught off-guard, of course. “i don’t know actually,” he tells you.

“right?!” you were surprisingly giddy. seungkwan has never seen this look on you when it came to this topic.

“i believe it’s all happenstance. i think people come into your life to serve a purpose. they can be your ray of your sunshine that easily brightens up your life…” you rambled off “or they can be your hope, you know, something that can easily be your driving force to tackle life or teach you have hope.”

“or they can just simply come into your life to teach you love and how to love.” seungkwan tells you.

you smile at his answer. when you two are not playfully bickering, he can be the sweetest person that you know. “so which is it?”

“i’ll let you know if ever find out,” seungkwan replies with a smile. he already knew the answer, he’s just waiting for you to figure out the answer yourself.

birthdays are about milestones right? courage. this year you’re going to learn about courage.

taking a deep breath, you answered “yes.”

“i’m sorry, what?” kwan practically chokes on his spit.

“boo seungkwan, i like you.”

“really?” he grins. “so which is it?” this time he leans in, his face inches away from you.

“what do you mean?” you asked quietly, the proximity of your faces was starting to drive you nuts.

“did you finally figure out how you knew i meant more as a friend to you?” closer. he kept leaning in closer.

as soon as he asked the question, he pursed his lips together, prompting you to look at it.

“mhm.” you hummed. when did his lips get so red? has it always been this red?

“and?” he smiles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“phone calls,” you whispered, your lips mere inches away from his. “i don’t mind answering your phone despite putting it on do not disturb.”

“i knew it,” seungkwan whispers back, lips touching lightly touching against yours. “because i’ve liked you before then.”

you pulled back a bit, “i thought you only liked me as a friend?”

“when did i say that?”

“uh, minutes ago?” you replied with a raised brow “are you trying to gaslight me?”

“no,” seungkwan laughed “but i was trying to wait and see if you were ever going to profess your undying love for me.”

you scoffed at his answer, making him laugh even more. he then cups your face gently, leaning in closely. you were back to where you two used to be— lips slightly touching each other.

“kwan?”

“hm?”

“are you going to kiss me?”

“i’ve always wanted to,” kwan says before pressing his lips against yours. “and now i don’t think i can stop myself from doing so,” he says as he pulls away briefly, but kisses you back again.

everything felt so light when it happened. his lips were soft, the way he cupped your face— gentle. it’s as if everything clicked, everything felt right.

boo seungkwan felt right.

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“Are You Listening?”

Part Three: “Bad Idea”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: It’s part three…expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, drinking, and drama.

Word Count: 5,900+.

A/N: I just wanted to thank my lovelies again for showing this story so much love. I had no idea people would love it this much. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks💓. Enjoy the chaos😂😏😈.

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Dark clouds filled the evening sky as a drizzle fell against your windshield. Your thoughts were adrift as you fought to make a proper decision. There were only two choices. Accept the offer and hope for a positive outcome, or leave immediately. The loud vibration of your phone halted your decision-making. Sucking in a shaky breath, you accepted the call. It was your best friend. The word hello barely left your lips as she began firing off questions.

“Did you make it to your destination safely? Are you sure it’s smart to be around him right now? Should you trust him?”

You cut your friend off.

“Sis, calm down. Let me answer at least one of your questions.”

“Seriously though, Y/N. How did he find you?”

“He didn’t find me, per se. We’re just in the same state, city, and establishment. Ironic as it may seem.”

“That’s just a little too coincidental for my liking. Look, just be careful and keep your guard up dealing with him. Y/N, you’ve got enough shit going on. There’s no need to fan the flames. Your situation is bad enough. Accept his offer but keep your head on a swivel. Now, take your ass inside that building. Call me once you’ve settled for the night. Do you need money, sis?”

“How’d you know I’m sitting in the car? Yes, I’m good on cash. I withdrew half of our joint account before I left town. I should’ve emptied the account and made his damn pockets hurt.”

“It’s my job to know. You’re my best friend. I agree you should’ve drained that account, girl.”

You inhaled, attempting to calm your nerves, “alright. I’m going in. I’ll call you later with an update. Love you, sis.”

Even after ending the call, you spent a few more minutes in the driver's seat of your vehicle.

Oh, fuck this. Let me just see where it goes. It’s been years since I’ve been here. It wouldn’t hurt to accept the help of a familiar face.

Exiting the car, you enabled the lock as you walked towards the luxurious hotel lobby. Halfway across the threshold, you felt his presence to your left.

“I was starting to think you had changed your mind. It was as if I could see the thoughts racing through your pretty little head from the lobby window, sweetheart. I’m glad you decided to accept my assistance.”

“I’m not sure I’ve decided to do so. Listen, I appreciate the hotel recommendation, but don’t you think it’s odd, maybe even inappropriate?”

“Why’s that? Are you afraid that I’ll inform your husband of your whereabouts?”

“Cut the shit. Why are you being so helpful? What’s the real motive here?”

“Listen, believe it or not, we’re family. Just because you’re mad at Rio doesn’t mean I should just leave you out here all alone. I don’t plan on telling him I saw you. There are no plans to notify him of your location. I’m securing a place for you to stay because I wouldn’t feel right leaving you to sort everything out alone. I have no idea why you’ve left my dumbass cousin. The fact that you packed your bags and just left suggests it’s serious. I won’t pry. Tell me or don’t, but I will secure and pay for your entire stay here. No arguments.”

“If Christopher finds out you’re helping me stay away from him, he’ll explode. The two of you already have a strenuous relationship.”

“If he finds out. Then he’ll just have to get over it. I honestly don’t give a damn, darlin’.”

“What are you even doing in California, Nick?”

“I’m here on business.”

“What kind of business?”

“I’ll answer that once you explain why you left your husband. What exactly did my cousin do, sweetheart?”

Rolling your eyes at Nick, you walked over to the hotel clerk. She greeted you with a warm welcome, offering you help. Giving her your last name, she informed you that you were staying in the penthouse. About to object and ask for something smaller and less expensive, Nick interjected.

“It’s already been taken care of, cousin.”

Your head snapped in his direction with an incredulous expression.

“Are you out of your mind? No, on second thought, you're not paying for my stay here. I’m not letting you put me in a penthouse and allow people to think I’m your whore. Do you have any idea how that will look, Nick? Are you crazy? You must want Christopher to kill both of us. No wonder you two don’t get along. You love pushing his buttons. The whole damn family’s crazy.”

“Are you finished with your little tirade?”

“I see that you’re also a sarcastic asshole like Christopher.”

“Did you miss the point where I had no intentions of Rio finding out? Just take the room, and enjoy the luxury. I’m sure my cousin has been putting you up in the nicest of places since the day he laid eyes on you.”

“I’m starting to feel like you’re implying I’m a gold digger. Tread lightly. I’d hate to have to kick you in the nuts. Now do us both a solid and change the damn room. Be glad that I’m accepting your help, to begin with.”

“I think it’s best if you know something. I'm just as pushy and controlling as your old man, sweetheart. We both know I’m helping and paying, no matter what you say.”

“Switch. The. Damn. Room,” you growled.

“Fine. Jesus, you’re just as stubborn as your husband.”

“That offer to kick you in the balls still stands. Please stop tempting me.”

“I have a business meeting here at the hotel. I made arrangements for my associate to stay here for a few days. He’s a man of luxury. I’ll switch the rooms for the two of you.”

“Yes, do that, Nick.”

“I’ve got to admit I enjoy hearing you say my name.”

You had grown tired of his antics and landed a sharp jab on his chest.

“One more inappropriate comment and I’ll leave to figure things out myself. I don’t know what you think is happening between Christopher and me, but we are married.”

Not for long, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Even if I were single, I wouldn’t give you a second glance, honey. Please do not fool yourself.”

“Why is that? Am I not rough enough around the edges, like your hubby?”

“You honestly want to know?’

Nick shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “sure, why not?”

“You’re overly arrogant, and your sense of entitlement is ridiculous.”

He started to interject, but you pressed on.

“I’m no fool, Nick. Deep down inside, you’re hoping that somehow, some way, Rio finds out. I see you. You’ve been sparring with my husband his entire life. You’ve spent your life trying to prove that you are the bigger, better man than Rio. What’s the difference between you two? Nick, you’ve spent your entire existence having everything handed to you. All while my husband did the heavy lifting, grunt work, and the bids. Or have you forgotten about that? Rio earned his empire. He got it out the mud. You just sat and watched, sticking your hand out to take a chunk when it was all said and done. While Rio can be arrogant, it’s warranted. He can talk his shit and back it up.”

Although I’m pissed to the highest level and treading the waters of divorce, I’ll be damned if he sits here and insults everything Rio has worked hard to accomplish.

“Do not flatter yourself. You’re nowhere near half the man my husband is.”

Even if he is a cheating ass bitch.

“Such a beautiful, passionate rebuttal, and yet you’re here. With me, might I add, after walking out on mi primo. Let’s just call a truce. I’ll try not to flirt with you, but I won’t lie and say my cousin doesn’t have good taste,” he teased.

I just insulted him, and he’s still thirsty. Lord, help me.

“For the love of God, Nick!”

“Okay, I’ll back off. Now let’s get you settled into your room, shall we? I’ll accompany you back to your car. Carry your bags up to your room,” he responded, throwing his hands up in surrender.

With squared shoulders, you lifted your chin into the air.

“That won’t be necessary. Don’t you have a meeting to get to?”

“Why do I feel you’re trying to get away from me? Are my good looks too much of a temptation for you?”

“Boy, stop! Don’t nobody want your shallow, overconfident, big-headed ass.”

“You’re so mean, mama.”

Did this motherfu-I know he didn’t just say that! Now he’s pushing it!

Moving closer, you crowded his space. The smirk dancing along the corners of his lips proved he knew the nickname he used was out of line and disrespectful. You looked around. Making sure he’d be the only one to hear what you had to say. Through clenched teeth, your words dripped with venom.

“So long as we both have breath in our bodies, don’t you ever make the mistake of calling me that again. Please do not get it confused or twisted. Rio did not marry a weak bitch. Call me that again. I’ll do Rio a solid and spray you full of bullets myself.”

“Aww, why not, sweetheart? Does it make you miss hubby?”

“Keep playing with me, Nick. It won’t be funny to you when I want to laugh too. I’m over this conversation. Thank you for the room. Now, leave me alone. Go make yourself someone else’s problem.”

“Fine. I’ll come by and check on you later, prima.”

“No, you will not. Goodbye, Nick.”

If Christopher finds out about this, he will lose the little sense he has left. Wait, why do I even care? It’s fuck him from here on out.

“I Gave You More Than You Wanted. I Gave You More Than You Needed. So Tell Me, How Does It Feel To Lose The One You Believe In?”

-Chloë.

The suite turned out to be very spacious and elegant. Much better than the cramped room you had stayed in the night before. You trudge through the doorway of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. It hadn’t taken long for you to unpack and settle in. Fresh out of a hot shower, you mope to the bed and fling yourself backward. Thoughts race through your head. You hadn’t taken the time to soak in everything. You were too busy trying to run from the situation at hand. Yes, there had been many crying sessions and stewing in anger. Now that you were in another state and settled, it hit you.

Did I just walk away from everything I’ve known for the last four years? The one person I trusted with my heart. My soul. He ripped it out and stepped on it. The audacity. The unmitigated gall to play with my love and emotions. Did he? Rio did that shit, right? How can he possibly have a reasonable explanation?

“You Never Miss A Good Thing ‘Til It Leaves You. And Finally, I Relaize That I Need You. I Want You Back. Baby Girl, I Need You Back. Gotta Have You Back, Babe.”

-Usher.

Just as the tears started to roll down your face, a call came through. You huffed, tapping the ignore button. Seconds later, it started again. The call went unanswered a second time, and a text came through.

It’s me. Please answer your phone.

The phone lit up once more. With a heavy sigh, you accepted the call.

“What do you want, Mick? I don’t want to talk to him, and he knows that.”

“Since you won’t communicate with him. I’m in charge of finding out if you’re okay. I’d personally like to know myself. You good boss lady?”

“Mentally and emotionally, we both know the answer is no. Physically? I’m breathing and somewhat eating. That’s the best I can give you. I appreciate you checking on me. As for your boss? He can go fuck himself. Goodbye, Mick.”

“Hold up, boss lady. I need to see it for myself.”

Mick sent a FaceTime request. With an irritated sigh, you angle the camera so he’d only see your face and a white wall. You begrudgingly accepted the call.

“See. Just fine.”

He frowned as he looked at your red puffy eyes. Mick could tell you hadn’t been sleeping much.

“Yes, I’m aware my eyes are puffy. I’ll be fine. Bye, Mick.”

Mick was about to plead with you to come home, but his face vanished from the screen. Your eyes sparked with resentment and anger as Rio appeared.

“Mama…”

“What part of I don’t want to speak to you don’t you comprehend,” you spat.

“Can you just fuckin’ listen to me?”

“You suddenly have so much to say! That’s because you no longer have me sitting at home. I’m no longer playing my role as your stupid little unsuspecting wife. No, not anymore. Stay the fuck away from me. Don’t call, don’t text me. Tell your boys to stop looking for me. There is nothing we need to discuss!” “Oh, I’ma keep calling and texting. Please, believe me. Mama, I will find you. You’re coming home; we gon’ work this shit out. Just let me explain everything. You’ll feel silly when it’s all said and done, darlin’.”

“You Didn’t Say It, But You Said It…”

-Chloë.

“Did you fuck that bitch, Rio?”

He looked at you with anger written on his face as his jaw flexed.

“That’s what the fuck I thought. Silence speaks volumes. Fuck out my face. Go find your whore and live a shitty life.”

“Ma-.”

You ended the FaceTime, not giving him another moment of your time.

I'm Going Out Of My Mind, And I'm Running Out Of Time. Oh, I Just Wish I Could Find You, Girl.

-Usher.

Rio stood there, rage coursing through his body. He gripped the phone in his hand tightly, “Fuck!”

“Anything I can do,” Mick questioned.

Rio took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He handed Mick his phone.

“Let’s take a ride. Red better have a plan. If I don’t get my wife back soon, it’s game over for her.”

“You think she’s the reason behind this?”

“It doesn’t appear that she knows what’s going on. We both know that her innocent deer-in-headlights expression can sometimes be a facade.”

“You’re right about that.”

“We have to find her. I have to fix this. Real shit, man, I need her. I love that stubborn ass woman.”

“Then let’s handle business and get her back.”

“Loved You More Than Ever, More Than My Own Life. The Best Part Of Me I Gave You, And It Was Sacrificed.

-Beyoncé.

Still reeling from the conversation, you tossed your phone across the bed. Everything was just too much. You were overflowing with anger, sadness, and grief. The betrayal of it all had you drowning. A sorrowful cry spilled from your lips as you curled into a ball. You remained in that position, cradling your face until sleep consumed you.

Hours later, your eyes fluttered open. The sun had set, and your room darkened from nightfall. Your feet flung off the side of the bed as a headache throbbed in your temples. The rumbles coming from your stomach echoed throughout the room.

I haven’t had shit since this morning. This stupid ass man got me going through it. I need a damn drink.

You called the front desk to ask if room service was still available. To your surprise, the clerk recommended the hotel restaurant. She explained that both tables and bar space were available. You thanked her for the recommendation as you dug through your wardrobe.

Let me at least look presentable. I can’t be walking around this nice hotel looking bummy. If I play my cards right, I may find my next husband. Nope, scratch that. Fuck these cheating ass men.

Rio sat slumped in the passenger seat with Mick at the wheel. Leaning back on the headrest with his hood pulled up. Rio sat there as his mind kept going over everything. They pulled into the park, waiting for dingbat and her crew. Once they were in sight, Rio gave his boy a nod. Mick exited the car, exchanging duffle bags with Beth. She told him she would have the next one ready at the appointed time.

“Did you find a way to handle the situation we discussed the other day?”

Beth shook her head with pleading eyes. She promised to find a way to get to the bottom of it. Mick nodded in reply. As she started to leave, Mick halted everyone’s movements.

“Backseat now. We’re going for a ride.”

With a frightened look, Beth started walking toward the vehicle. Mick stopped her again.

“Not you. I’m talking to you half pint,” Mick ordered, pointing at Annie.

Annie’s eyes stretched wide as the three women gawked at him. With a devious smile, he taunted, “don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her.”

Beth walked over to the passenger window and pounded on it. She took two steps back when Rio rolled down his window. The look he gave stole the breath from her lungs.

“Is there a problem, darlin’,” his question dripped with danger.

“I told you I would get you answers. I-I just need a little more time.”

“That’s cool, but you may want to watch your nephew for little sister. His mama’s going to kick it with Mick for a bit. Got a little side hustle for her.”

“I can do it.”

“Did I ask you to?” Rio snapped.

“Please keep her safe,” she whimpered.

“Get me that information. Baby sister will come back better than she left. Stay safe, Elizabeth. We don’t want anything bad happening to the little mama to be right? It’s not very responsible of you to be downing liquor bottles, don’t you think,” Rio questioned in a knowing tone.

Elizabeth looked at him with fear in her eyes.

“I notice everything, darlin’. We’re going to take a ride tomorrow. Just the two of us. Check on the little bambino.”

He rolled up his window before she could say anything else. They sped off, leaving Beth to explain everything to Ruby.

Not wanting to turn too many heads, you settled on a simple black dress. You figured it was appropriate, given that it matched your mood. The form-fitting bodycon paired well with the dark red heeled sandals and lipstick you sported. Checking that the room key was inside your handbag, you exited the room.

The hostess gave you a warm greeting. She granted your request for a seat at the bar. As you claimed your spot, the gentleman behind the bar asked for your drink of choice. His eyes had roamed your body from the minute you sat down. It hadn’t gone unnoticed. Prepared to answer his question with disinterest, someone stepped up next to you. Strong hands braced against the top of the bar. A silky baritone sounded, making your breath hitch.

Are you serious? Who else am I going to run into? This day is beyond me. Maybe it’s not him. I have to be trip-.

“She’ll have a whiskey sour. That’s what she used to drink whenever a frown touched that beautiful face.”

Yes. That would be the one and only.

You turned your head slowly to take in the familiar voice. His face was as beautiful as you had remembered it.

“Hello, mi amor. May I join you? I could use a drink myself.”

Confusion and shock danced across your face. You looked back and forth between the thirsty bartender and your long-lost friend. His eyes connected with yours as that handsome smile crept across his face. He signaled for the bartender to go ahead with the order. Taking the seat next to you, he chuckled at your expression.

“It’s nice to see you after all these years, querida. What brought you back here? Last I checked, you were happily in love. Are you and the husband here on business?”

Hearing him mention Rio snapped you out of it.

“Miguel,” you whispered.

His eyes crinkled as he gave you another beaming smile.

“It’s good to see you again. How have you been? Are you enjoying married life? What’s it been a year or two since the I Do’s?”

The smile that had occupied your lips for a moment faltered. Your eyes started to water as you looked away and faced the bar. Miguel’s hand covered yours gently.

“What is it, sweetheart? Tell me what’s bothering you.”

Just as you were about to answer him, a familiar pain in your ass sounded off behind the two of you.

“Yes, prima. I’d like to know what’s going on as well. Most importantly, how do you know my associate here,” Nick questioned.

Nick waited for an answer as he sat there looking smug. A knowing look crept onto his face as if he had discovered a secret.

“How do you two know each-wait? Prima? You’re related to her husband?”

“What business are you two dealing in? Are you working with Rio, Miguel?”

Before he could answer, Nick answered for him.

“Relax, prima. It’s my business deal. Rio isn’t involved. We do have individual businesses. We butt heads too much to do everything together.”

“I wouldn’t do business with your husband without telling you, querida. Then there is the fact that we’ve never met in person. The meeting is my first encounter with your cousin. I’m sure you know Rio wouldn’t want to go into business with me.”

“And why is that? He used to tap that or something, prima? Maybe I should give Rio a call.”

“Are you interested in talking about business or not, Nick? That is the only thing that needs to be questioned or discussed,” Miguel responded in an aggravated tone.

“Hey, whatever you say, man. She knows I’m just teasing.”

“Then perhaps you should find someone else to aggravate. The lovely lady certainly doesn’t enjoy it. Is our table ready?”

“Yes,” Nick bit back.

“Then let’s get this over with. I do have other business to attend to. You have my attention for the next hour. We aren’t starting on a good note, wouldn’t you agree, Nick? You need to fix that. I assume the warehouse visit has been scheduled and prepped for tomorrow. Let’s make our way to our reserved table.”

“Right this way.”

Miguel’s hand gave your shoulder a light squeeze before he got up to follow Nick.

“I’m sure you still have Nestor’s number,” he asked, tilting his head toward his security/cousin.

“If you need anything, give me a call. It was a pleasure running into you, querida.”

You gave him a weak smile and nodded softly. Turning back to the bar, you downed the whiskey sour. Your fingers tapped the bar for another. The drink was halfway to your lips when Rio started blowing your phone up. With a deep sigh, you ignore it and turn your phone off.

“Bartender? Go ahead and bring me two more.”

The universe is funny as fuck. This man’s going to find me. I can just feel it.

You rubbed your temples as you contemplated where to go from here. One hour, four drinks later, you sat there wallowing in your pain. Thankfully you had made a conscious decision after the last drink to switch to a glass of red wine. Feeling buzzed, you decided it would be your last drink of the night. Taking your time with it, you nursed it for a while. Just as you had swirled the remaining liquid in its glass, Miguel reclaimed his seat from earlier.

“A penny for your thoughts, querida?”

Your eyes drifted from the stem of your wine glass to Miguel’s face. He noticed that you were slightly inebriated. His hand reached up and brushed your hair out of your face. The palm of his hand rested on your cheek.

“Don’t you have other meetings to get to?”

“I just wanted that smug asshole to hurry up and discuss the deal. The sooner we did that, the quicker your dear cousin would be gone,” he replied sarcastically.

“Hmm. Smug bastard, huh? That best describes his thick-headed ass,” you toast, downing the last of the wine.

“You shouldn’t be drinking at a bar by yourself, amor. I’ve watched half the men in here ogle you the entire time you’ve been here. Come. Nestor and I will escort you to your room.”

Miguel didn’t want to give you time to protest or continue drinking. He paid your tab and held his hand out. You stared at it for a moment.

“Though you’re wearing heels, those cute little legs still dangle from the stool. Come, sweetheart. I promise to be a respectable gentleman. I don’t make it a habit of approaching married women,” he chuckled.

Not giving it any more thought, your hand gently grasped as he helped you down. The elevator ride was quiet. That was until you blurted the one question that lingered in the back of your mind.

“Where’s your wife, Miguel?”

You noticed how his jaw ticked, nostrils flaring slightly.

“She had other plans tonight,” he answered.

Before you could ask him to elaborate, the elevator dinged.

“I do believe this is your floor.”

Miguel placed his hand on the small of your back. Nestor stepped aside, allowing you two to step out first. He asked for your hotel key as you walked down the hall. You turned the corner as you placed the key card in his hand.

“You said the first door on the left, right?”

“Ye-.”

You lost your train of thought as you started to panic. There was a large bouquet of yellow roses in front of your door.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong, querida,” Miguel asked as he rubbed the small of your back.

The worry in your eyes set off alarm bells in his mind. Miguel took a look and noticed the flowers. The distress about possibly working with Rio. The teasing from Nick. He turned to face you, blocking the view of your door. His hand caressed your face.

“Tell me the truth. Are you in danger? Did you leave your husband, querida,” he whispered as he searched your eyes for the truth.

No longer able to keep the emotions bottled up, your lip trembled as the tears slipped down your face. You nodded slowly. Miguel frowned at the response. He pulled you into an embrace as you cried into his chest. His hands rubbed your back as he attempted to soothe you.

The two of you stayed that way for a few moments. Pulling back from his embrace, you wiped at your tears. Miguel’s hands slid up and down your arms.

“Did he hurt you,” he asked, jaw ticking again.

“Rio would never put hands on me. He-he.”

Unable to finish the sentence, a fresh set of tears spilled.

“Okay, okay. Shhh. I think I’m starting to understand. Come here.”

He embraced you again. Once he calmed you, Miguel escorted you to the door. He nodded at Nestor, signaling him to pick up the flowers. Unlocking your suite, he grabbed the flowers and followed you inside.

“Thanks for getting me here safely. Sorry, I just unloaded all my emotions on you like a crazy person.”

“It’s fine, querida. That’s what friends are for. We were close once. Lost time won’t affect that.”

His thumbs swept residual tears away. He bent to your feet and helped you out of your heels. Standing, he grabbed your hand and held it. His finger lifted your chin.

“Try and get some rest. Come deadbolt the door behind me.”

Following him to the door, you watched as he opened the suite door. Stepping into the hallway, he turned to speak with Nestor.

“Have one of the other men come and watch her door for the night. If it’s not me, no one gets in here. Don’t even let them knock. Watch the door until your replacement gets here.”

Nestor nodded in agreement taking his position in front of your door. Miguel turned to you, his hand running down your arm again.

“If you need me, I’m on the top floor. Just ask whoever is guarding the door to call me. Better yet, here. Call me if you need anything.”

Miguel handed you a card that had both his business and personal number.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Miguel. Rio’s just adamant about us staying together. He would never physically harm me.”

“You can’t blame him for wanting to work it out. Any man would be a fool not to fight for you. Still, if you need me, call me.”

“Yeah, because Emily would just love that. She’s never been fond of me.”

“Don’t worry about her. I’m the least of my wife’s worries at the moment.”

No longer wanting to discuss his personal life, Miguel pecked your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Locking the deadbolt behind him, you made your way to the bedroom. Stripping out of the tight dress, you bundled up in a complimentary robe. Falling into the couch, you turned your phone back on. Six texts and two voicemails. You rolled your eyes. Noticing the flowers, you mumbled to yourself, “fucking Nick probably snitched. Little shit.”

You snatched the card from the bouquet and flipped it over. Your breathing sped up as your mind started to race.

What the fuck? I don’t need this shit. What next?

Hands trembling, you re-read the card.

“I see hubby’s out of the picture. Who’s going to protect you now? What better way to kick Rio when he’s down? He would probably be beside himself if his precious jewel came up missing. Stay safe, pretty lady.”

To top it off, now I have to run from his ops too? You have to be shitting me!

Snatching the door open, Nestor saw the look of fright in your eyes.

“The flowers aren’t from my husband. I’m pretty sure whoever sent them just threatened me. Tell Miguel I appreciate everything he did tonight, but I’m getting the fuck out of here.”

Nestor talked you down. He instructed you to grab anything needed for the night and lock up. In less than twenty minutes, Nestor was escorting you to Miguel. He was anxiously waiting for your arrival. His hands instantly cradled your face.

“You’re staying with me for the night. We’ll figure out where you’ll go from here in the morning. Sleep in the bedroom. I’ll take the couch.”

“That’s nonsense. I can sleep on the couch.”

“No, you won’t. No arguments.”

“Why are most men in my life so damn bossy.”

“They also seem to have the same types of occupation. You don’t seem to like men who like legal work, querida.”

“Ha, ha. You’re so hilarious.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. Those mentioned tend to be extremely successful at it,” Miguel replied with a shit-eating grin.

“Anyway.”

The conversation was interrupted by yet another call from Rio.

“Look, I'm going to have to answer him. I’ve been ignoring him for hours now. I know his veins are about to pop out of his neck.”

You excused yourself, taking the call in his bathroom.

“For someone who’s always so busy, you sure are blowing up my phone. Go back to ignoring me, please. I don’t have the energy to go back and forth with you, Rio. I’m tired and stressed out.”

“Just come home, mama. I’ll leave and stay somewhere else. Just come home,” he slurred.

“Are you at that stupid bar that demands your attention as well? Go home, Rio. Sleep off the liquor.”

“I gotta be near you, mama. Who's going to protect you? What if someone tries to harm you while you’re not with me? I can’t live with that shit. I need my wife to come home. Come on, mama.”

“It’s a little too late to protect me now. Isn’t it? Don’t worry about me, Rio. I can handle this shit myself,” you snapped, quickly regretting the last sentence.

“Handle what shit, mama,” he barked.

Fuck.

He instantly knew something was up.

“It’s okay, Rio. I’m a big girl. Luckily my stupid ass husband taught me how to use a gun. You know I stay strapped.”

“Either come home or tell me where the fuck you are. I’m going to light whatever city you’re in up. Better yet, I’m about to spray any suspected target.”

“Don’t be stupid. There is no need to start a war on my behalf.”

“I’m not going back and forth about this anymore. Tell me where you are.”

“No, goodbye, Rio.”

“Don’t fucking hang-.”

Miguel stood propped against the door frame.

“I know he fucked up, but it sounds like he wants to keep you out of harm’s way.”

“Don’t, Miguel.”

He placed his hands up in surrender.

“If he can’t do that for you, I will.”

Yeah, cause my husband would just love that. Jesus, be a therapist. I need Iyanla to come and fix my life, bruh.

“I Can Understand Why You Want A Divorce Now. Though I Can’t Let You Know It, Pride Won’t Let Me Show It.

-Jay Z.

Rio had been sitting in his bar for a few hours. Though the argument made him even more aggravated, he took your advice. He wasn’t in the mood to take a chance at catching a DUI. Rio instructed Mick to drive him home.

He swaggered into the family room and lounged on the couch. The house was painfully quiet without your presence. Rio’s thoughts drifted to you as his chest tightened at the thought of you being in danger. Sighing, he closed his eyes in an attempt to shake the negative thoughts. Your scent still lingered throughout the house. Nothing seemed to help him shake the memories and intrusive thoughts. His eyes fluttered open, nostrils flaring. Rio was trying to be patient with you, but it was starting to wear thin. You could be mad for however long, but divorce was out of the question. Could he do a better job at loving you? Yes, and he was willing to do so. Would you be willing to give him another chance?

Rio’s buzz had started to wear off. Blowing out a breath, he stared at a picture of you two. The frame on the console table contained a photo from your first anniversary. Shaking his head, he stood up and walked over to the bar cart. Throwing back another glass of brown liquor, he fixed one more and reclaimed his seat. He asked Alexa to play a specific song. The lyrics hit home as he nodded to the beat and recited them. Song Cry by Jay Z flowed through the entertainment system.

“They say you can’t turn a bad girl good, but once a good girl’s gone bad, she’s gone forever. Mourn forever. Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever.”

What happened to everybody deserves a second chance, mama? Damn, I miss my wife.

Sis can't catch a break, huh lovelies😩😆? I hope you all enjoyed part three. More drama to come in part four! I can't wait for you all to read what happens next. Can't say for sure when part four will be done and ready for posting. I'm still taking things slow. Please, please, please love, reblog, and comment. I would love to hear from you all. My ask box is open as well. I missed y'all, man!

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Tis the Season... Mistletoe Season

Pairing: George Weasley x Best Friend!reader

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Best Friend!reader, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Arthur Weasley (briefly mentioned), Bill Weasley (briefly mentioned), Harry Potter (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: Shenanigans, this is crack I swear, use of mistletoe, Reader is late to the crushing on a Weasley twin game, fluff, slight angst (at the end), reader has the best friendships with the twins, mentions of the war, mentions of... Fred (I somehow can’t not mention him when I write for George)

Word Count: 2,256

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“I know someone who has a crush on you,” Fred whispers in a sing song tune.

You don’t look up from your essay, adding a coma where you see it needs to be. “Are you sure that it isn’t you, Fredbear?”

“I still prefer Fred the one with Fabulous,” he lifts his hand, swishing his hair all about. “Hair but whatever.” Fred yanks the nearest chair and sits on it with his arms crossed.

“No, no, no,” you repeat. “No sitting.”

“And, why not? You saving it for someone? The real someone who has taken a liking to you for some reason.” You scoff, shoving his shoulder. “I’ll have you know, Fred that I’m a delight.”

He nods, pretending to listen as he stares off into the space in front of you. “You still coming over?”

“And break Molly and Arthur’s hearts? No thanks mate. I’m not that crazy.”

“Same time?”

You think about it for a minute. “You mean when you drag me home with you?”

“Yes.”

“Same time.”

“You better be ready or else I’m leaving without you.”

“You’re the one that’s late. Last time, I went out and you weren’t there so then I figured you’d forgotten because you had other plans involving your pranks and I went to Diagon Alley.”

“I was on time,” he scoffs.

“You showed up three days late.”

“Whatever. You better have everything you need before you come over.”

“I will because I’m leaving Hogwarts with the Weasley clan.”

“You are?”

You nod, returning your attention to your homework. “I am, I’ve already written to your mum about it, and she can’t wait.”

“I don’t know if I should be concerned or not that you’ve talked to her.”

You turn towards him, head resting in your palm, fingers curled settling on your cheek.

The sarcastic and dark smile sends a shiver down his spine. “And you wonder why I don’t invite you to help George and I with pranks.”

“Oh, shut it!” You shove his shoulder. “You lie.”

“I would never,” he says with his right hand over his heart. “Scouts honor.”

“You have no idea who or what the scouts.”

“Harry said it.”

“Ah.”

You barely walk through the hallway to your usual meeting spot with Fred when you hear his voice.

“Finally. Let’s go.”

You scoff, “can’t even be a charming mate and help me with my bag. You can clearly see I’m struggling here.”

Before he could respond, someone took your bag from you. “Thank you, George. I’ll buy you a chocolate frog as repayment for your kindness.”

His brothers jaw drops open.

“Don’t you start with me, Fred. Your brother has been more helpful than you, therefore he deserves a nice treat before we go home to the chaos.” You start walking ahead of the two, not wanting to hear Fred being a little shit.

“Told you.”

“Told me what,” George grumbles, hoping that the cold air will take away some of the warmth from his cheeks before you could see.

“She fancys you. Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

“Her offering to get me something on the train doesn’t mean she likes me.”

“The only other time she got someone a chocolate frog was our second year and she bought it for that idiot Bobby.”

George pauses, taking in this new information he’s just learned. “Wasn’t he the bloke who stood her up?” He continues to walk towards the train.

“Exactly,” Fred nods. “She liked him, so she bought him a chocolate frog. Now she likes you and wants to buy you a chocolate frog.”

“Maybe- Maybe she’s just being nice.”

“I’m nice but I don’t buy people chocolate.”

“That’s because you eat it all before anyone can get to it like the toad you are.”

“That was uncalled for!” Fred shouts, chasing after his brother.

You turn around, realizing neither of them are behind you only to run into something.

“Sorry,” his voice comes out quiet.

You lift your head from his chest and realize it’s George. You shake your head, smiling at him. “It’s alright, better you than the other one.”

He chuckles.

“Are you alright though?” You step back, placing your hands on his forearms as you check him out, making sure he’s not injured. “Oh, you’re looking a little red. Are you sick?”

He shakes his head, lowering it to hide his embarrassment. “I’m fine.” A piece of paper slides by his foot. “Look up. Tis’ the season.”

He can hear Fred snickering off to the side, his nerves are teetering closer to the edge of full-fledged embarrassment. He slowly lifts his head to find a bundle of Mistletoe beside you. He walks away from you, rushing over to Fred so he can bear him or spell him, whichever comes first.

You notice the note and bundle, covering your mouth to hide your nervous and excited smile.

George comes back, his hand on your back as he guides you onto the train. “Let’s go.”

“Are you sure you’re, okay?”

“Would be better if my brother would stop being such a prat.”

“Good to know we agree on something. Oh.”

“What is it?”

“Sit with me and you’ll find out.”

“Prank Fred?”

You nod, a wide smile dancing across your lips.

“Good.”

“I have a notebook full of ideas.”

“Perfect.”

He finds an empty seat for three even though you’ll both try to kick his brother out. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Hey, can I-”

“No.”

“I’m your brother, Georgie. Let me sit with you.”

“No.”

“That’s rude to say to your best friend.”

“I have George, that seems like plenty of company to me.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Should we let him in before he causes a scene?” You ask him.

“If we do, we won’t be able to plan anything.”

“I know what to do. Don’t you worry about that.”

He stops when he notices you two have stopped whispering.

“Come in and shut it.”

“Good. I was worried I’d have to do something Ronnykins in order to have a seat.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Gladly... but-” Fred raises his hands when he sees your glare. “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now.”

“Oh, look at you, dear.” Molly greets you with a smile, arms wide open for a hug. “Have they been feeding you?”

“Fred stresses me.”

“Oh, that won’t do. Fred!”

You snicker into her embrace.

The boy hops down from the last few steps, wondering why he’s being called down like he’s in trouble until he sees you.

Now it all makes sense.

“Why have you been putting stress on your friend?”

“What? Stress? I haven’t-”

“Don’t try and deny it. Look at her.”

“She looks fine.”

“Fred Weasley! You little-”

You sneak away while your friend whines. You stare up, knowing that he’s around here somewhere.

His head pops over the railing, his arms crossed as he leans over slightly.

You give him an okay hand signal with a nod.

He smiles, waving you up.

You look back, making sure no one is watching so you can escape.

He backs away from the railing, leaning against the wall as he waits for you.

You snicker as your foot touches the last step, “Oh that was too funny.”

“It was. It’ll be funnier later.”

“I hope so. Do you think he'll know it was us?”

He shrugs, “maybe. Maybe not. He’s gonna try and blame us but we won’t break, right?”

You shake your head and hold your hand out for him, “I’ve got your back as long as you have mine.”

He shakes your hand, holding onto it longer than a normal person would.

Ginny’s voice travels up as she runs up the stairs bringing you two out of your mini staring contest.

‘He has really pretty eyes- oh no.’ “Uh- I gotta- bye.” You pass the youngest Weasley and run down the stairs.

You stop in the kitchen, resting your back against the wall. ‘I fancy my best mate’s brother, who’s also my best mate.’ “Oh Merlin,” you head falls back, resting against the wall.

“What’s got you all flustered?” a mumbled voice comes from beside you.

Your head snaps over at his. “Noth-nothing Ron. All good here,” you give him a nervous smile.

He narrows his eyes at you, taking another bite out of his snack.

“Ignore him,” Fred shoves the boy away from you. “Good plan you two created back there. You should be proud.”

You narrow your eyes at him, ignoring him as you search for your bag.

“What’s got you all red? You’re face practically matches my hair.”

You march in front of him, index finger a mere few centimeters away from his chin. “Shut up.”

“Calm down,” he pushes your hand away from him.

All of a sudden, he’s on the ground and you’re being pulled away.

“Wha- George?!”

He sheepishly smiles. “I’m back.”

Neither of you say anything.

“Would you two look at that? Why is that- Hermione, is that what I think it is?”

The girl stares at him with furrowed brows, unsure of why she’s been brought over and then she sees it.

A quiet, “oh,” escapes her. “If you’re talking about mistletoe, then I do believe your right, Fred.”

“And what is that?” You ask, jaw clenched.

A mischievous smirk takes over, “if I remember correctly when I asked Harry, which I do. You and whoever stands under the mistletoe must share a kiss and not- not on the cheek or the forehead or anywhere else. I know you and loopholes.”

“That,” you point up to the bundle, “that is- is holly.”

“No, it’s not.”

“No, it’s not,” you whine.

“Fred,” George starts.

“No, Georgie boy. You’re not getting out of it today.”

“Out of what?” You ask him.

“Oh, look at that. Ron’s choking- we’re coming to save you brother of mine. Have fun, you two.”

“What did he mean by that?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” he rocks on the balls of his heels.

“Liar.”

“Well, now that’s just rude-”

You take a step closer to him. “How is it rude?”

“You called me a liar with no proof,” he tells you, also taking a step forward.

“Well, maybe it’s because I know you and I know when you’re lying.”

“Only Fred can do that.”

“You forget, I can tell the two of you apart.”

He nods, eyes focusing on your lips. “You can.”

You try to respond with a witty comeback only to feel his lips smashed against yours. It takes you a second for your brain to process his movements but before he can pull away, you eagerly return the kiss.

“Finally… wait, does this mean you two are gonna be doing this all the time?” Fred has the audacity to ask (when he was the one pushing you two to get closer for the last few months.

You two part, his hands on your waist, yours wrapped around his neck. You share a look with him and glances back at your friend.

“Yes,” the two of you say in sync.

“Oh, Merlin.”

You giggle, turning to look at George again. “Good holiday so far?”

“Best one before I ask you a question.”

“Hmm. What’s that?”

“If I tell you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.” You pout but he makes it up by showering you in affection.

After Fred and George decide to open WWW, Weasley Wizard Wheezes, he proposed to which you happily accepted and got married after the war.

You would have chosen to do it sooner had their older brother, Bill, not planned on getting married around that time.

But you both had something to honor him. You used the pin he secretly made when he found out George had begun to fancy you. It was a prototype then and once the shop was open and he had proper tools and supplies he was able to successfully make a one-of-a-kind hair pin that popped out a small veil.

The only reason you found it was because Fred had, at some point, stuffed it into your jacket pocket before you all left for Hogwarts.

You thought your fiancé had barely just fallen asleep when you began weeping as you read his note.

I always knew he would ask you to marry him and, look at that, I’m right. Ha!

This is the first and only of its design, don’t lose it or else I’m gonna be upset when it’s time.

Put it in place and it’ll work, I promise.

P.S. I better be best man. I don’t have the right figure for a maid of honor dress.

Warm arms and shaky hand pulled you close to him.

And George, he wore Fred’s friendship bracelet, the one you made (during one of your crafting stages) after the two of you decided you were gonna be friends and pranking partners, if there ever called for a time.

It was the only thing Fred wore on his wrist since it was “special”. Also, he would never switch with him if they pretended to be the other.

You two didn’t leave each other’s sides during this time but as time went on, you two slowly began to get help regarding your trauma while learning how to heal and not lose one another. It pains you to say but, it’s possible that your friend’s unfortunate death brought you two closer and more understanding of how special it is to know someone and have the kind of bond you two do.

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Eve, Psyche & The Bluebeard’s wife

“I wish for what’s forbidden

Get it like boom-boom-boom.”

WARNINGS: SMUT. (NO PIV) : MASTERLIST.

Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

English it’s not my first language so i’m sorry if I have some grammatical errors. This is my first jjk fic, and I always wanted to make one! Basically my content is based from songs, the song title will always be the title for the Oneshot/fic/etc. I haven’t wrote in a “long” time, so it’s not one of my best works. But I still hope you enjoy it!. 🩵 Might do a pt2

Since you were a little kid, your parents always teached you about the jujutsu world. The curses, and of course, the strongest clans. They mentioned a lot the Gojo clan, which always intrigued you.

Gojo Satoru. The celebrated and strongest sorcerer. Millions of money, every girl he wants, and gets everything he wants. Was he really all that?

You were always taught to respect your seniors, give them the smile of a doll, listen to them with a kind face, and eat up the shit they say to you.

“Oh Ms.(L/N) you’re one of the strongest female sorcerers, have you ever thought of forming a family with another strong sorcerer like you? I can help you with that”

“You’re already getting old, how do you pretend keeping the strong blood going?”

“It’s clearly you need to train more, you’re getting out of form. How boys will like you if look like that?”

You keep covering and covering everything like emotions. You hate it, you’re not a doll. What if you never wanted to have kids? Or even a partner?

Now you’re 19 years old. Almost 20. Living alone, and you started assisting to Jujutsu school. You’ve been always training with your dad, but as time passes and you get stronger, your dad can’t keep up with you.

First day of school. Feels weird, since this isn’t a normal school, neither a place you’re going to learn normal things.

You started walking towards the big white building until you noticed some people training, a pink haired boy excitedly looked at you and started waving at you, next to him was a tall black haired looking pineapple frods hair, a… panda?… and a greenish colored hair girl. At least they looked nice?…

You were wrong.

Well, not totally, Yuji and panda were nice, full of energy, but still.. nice.

The others… Well.

They weren’t mean, but not as friendly as the other two.

But anyways, they were waiting for the sensei. Talking about how handsome he is, how you shouldn’t fall for him since he’s a what they call “rolling stone” (for going from women to women) basically a womanizer.

… What a dick.

But still, apparently he’s really strong, and a good friendly sensei.

But you never thought your sensei was the forbidden man.

Your heart was beating, but don’t get it wrong, it wasn’t in a romantic way, more of a “is this really the Gojo Satoru?”

The strongest man on earth.

Wow.

They were right.

He’s indeed handsome.

“Ms.(Y/N L/N)! Glad to see you here! Your dad told me a lot of you.” He said, with a stupid smirk of clearly what they called: a rolling stone.

You really didn’t understand how both of your families got along, but never in your life till now you met with Gojo Satoru.

“Hello sensei Gojo. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You said with a doll smile, like they taught you.

“Great! I guess you already introduced to everyone here, what about warming up to see what you got?”

You did as he said. Your curse was mind controlling. You didn’t like it, you didn’t used it for your favor neither for curses, it only brought bad things to you. Like your mom forgetting you, losing your first boyfriend..

It really was a strong but delicate curse.

You started fighting with Maki, a easy fight even if you were still rusty. Great warm up.

Next was Panda, heavy when trying to get him of you but still. Nothing too special.

Last one was Megumi, you were out of breath, some bruises here and there and you were pretty sure your head was bleeding but hey! You were fighting with no use of your cursed energy! You had to use it somehow now.

So, it was easy, just in time of 2 seconds, you quickly got into Megumi’s head to use his own shikigamis against himself and quickly end the fight with some damage here and there but nothing serious. Hopefully no one noticed what you did.

But for what you can tell, everyone was astonished. You overcome all of them.

You were in fact, one of the strongest, so, what else but to prove it with fighting Gojo Satoru?

The kids were trying to get you in a battle with Gojo, someway they had to see you beaten.

He let out a small laugh, knowing the outcome of this battle, then he got in position

“Let’s see what you got doll.”

Asshole.

Okay, you were definitely beat up. He really was all that. You tried everything in you but couldn’t even land one punch. You really started to hate this man.

So you began focusing you energy and unleash some power out of it. You’re not pretending to die today. And less to this man. So while he was being the asshole he was and showing off his power and how beaten up you were thanks to him, you slowly worked your way into Gojo’s mind, slowly taking control of his thoughts and actions.

The usually unmovable Gojo Satoru seemed to be lost in your mind control. He was now in the same place but nowhere around him but you.

“Where am I?” He said, you felt his body tense up so, still controlling him, you tried to relax him a little bit.

“Don’t worry sensei, this is just for time, you were almost killing me in there you know?” You giggled, getting closer to him.

Gojo couldn’t believe this, your father had told him about you having a strong curse but he never thought it would be this strong for you to control him.

He was trying to get back control, and you sensed that, so you had no other way of beating this rolling stone, but to play his own game.

You started waking closer to him, you hear his heart beating like boom boom, but you didn’t expected him trying to fight with you in his own mind. You felt a punch in your left side of your face, then a heavy body knocking you down into the floor.

“Stop this now.” His voice changed. The flirty tone changed into a darker one.

You’re not letting him win this game.

So you moved your bodies in a way you’re now on top of him, but you felt a punch of energy hitting you in your chest. You really have to be faster.

Never in your life you thought you were going to be on top of Gojo Satoru straddling him to get you stopped from being beat up. It was getting hotter for him, something so unexpectedly for him. He never thought this is how someone will get into him.

Gojo still in shock you started moving your hips back and forth letting a small sight. He parted his lips making eye contact with you. You had to focus or you would stop having control over his mind.

You breathed in, “Kiss me.” He looked at you and agreed almost immediately.

He barely even knew you, he only noticed you thanks to your dad, you were a pretty girl, and had a nice body too, but why is he falling so quickly for this girl? Never in his 28 years of being in this earth he never imagined he would be letting his guard down just for a lay with a girl. When he’s supposed to make the girls let their guard down so they could have sex with HIM.

Why were you so special? Why is his body feeling so hot right now?

He leaned back from the kiss amusingly and watched you frown. You were obviously dissatisfied. “More,” you sighed and pulled him by his neck.

You crashed your lips onto his and moaned while doing so. He put both of his hands on your hips and rubbed circles on them while dominating the heated kiss for a while. You pushed him, now being able to straddle his hardening bulge as you tried not to break the kiss. You held onto his shoulders and ground faster, your hips moving sensually against his. He was grinding with you at the same pace, lips still on yours as he let out low groans of satisfaction.

His right hand slowly went underneath your skirt to rub your inner thigh. You moaned and wiggled a bit, trying to get his hand off your damp panties, but he put his hand back to your side again. This was not part of the plan. Focus. You silently cursed and glared at him before he parted his lips to say something. He was still looking at your body.

“I think i’m about to cum” This was the first time he’s coming before the girl he’s fucking. What were you? What are you doing to him?

You kept grinding into his now hard dick, getting your hands inside his shirt and started playing with his nipples making him let out a small whine from the unexpected action. You kissed his jaw, everytime lowering more the kissed until you had to get his shirt off. to start sucking his nipples making him moan while still straddling him.

You had to focus. So when you felt him having some shock waves from the pleasure you stopped, leaving him hard and confused when you got into real life again. This was your time, you caught him out of guard without his infinity and punched him hard on the face making him fall down.

But when you got on top of him to give him a last punch you never expected him to push you back with a strong wave of energy, making you fall and hit yourself with a tree.

Everything started fading away, making you dizzy, the last thing you saw, was a white haired man looking at you without his blindfold with a impressed but still dark face inspecting you.

“You’re definitely a mess.” That’s the last thing you heard before everything turned black.

What was he looking for? If you want now we fall...

Hope you enjoyed my first jjk fic! I might do a pt2 if this gets support! Remember to give a heart ♡

#gojo x y/n #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #Spotify

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milliemuus · 3 months

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Possible future stuff (just a snippet ;) ):

Dokutaro: ‘No…no! Impossible! How is my power core destroyed?!’

Kieran: Wait, his colour’s weird, this means, maybe we have a chance now? If so, then…

Ogerpon: *angrily growls while bringing out her cudgel*

Kieran: *puts his hand, blocking Ogerpon* *with rage* No,I’ll take care of this.

*Grabs Dokutaro’s neck while the True Finale starts*

Kieran:

Who are you… To think that could prevail? For all the sins you’ve done, You'll fall on your face and FAIL!!!! Now then! And In The Final hour our HOPE STILL SHINES!! BLINDING THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS… IN THE FINAL… FIGHT!!

AND THERE’S NO WAY THAT YOU’LL EVER BEAT US!!! YES, WE’RE STILL IN OUR PRIME! YOUR OWN END IS NIGH, IT’S TIME WE FLY HIGH!!

You’ll never harm anyone again Like the runt you were, You may have possessed me and and made me harm my family! But when YOU harm my friends?! You're asking for a Kieran smacking! One single KO punch, Will send you sorry runt a-packing!

*Finally, in a fit of rage, Kieran mustered up all his strength, and punched Dokutaro, sending him flying in the air. Finally the second attack is over, but it truly was a Grand Finale*

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(v) PV! Pecharunt: And that’s how I got my ass handed by my Kieran.

@tealmaskmybeloved Pecharunt: *grimaced* sheesh, I hope you’re alright.

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Now you’re making me feel that I got off easy…

Azure Dive Pecharunt: *curious* Really? What happened?

S&S Dipplins Pecharunt: Well, let’s just say my Kieran was AN ABSOLUTE SIMP, somehow, his simping was able to shrug off my possession for a short while, but it’s really tiring, ugh, I’m SO TIRED…*internally screaming*

Azure Dive Pecharunt: ohhhh, that sounds really annoying to deal with.

(so, ANOTHER IDEA, AND A SNIPPET OF THE PECHAS. So, you said most of your stuff is inspired by BIS, so another lyrical stuff by Juno Songs (credits to him) for Kieran in the Key Change segment. Also, I changed a few things to fit the context)

(and this could be a sequel’s ending since, the final battle is sort of discussed already)

(so maybe?)

(Also, opportunity for the Pechas to interact :), also if S&S Dipplins Pecharunt confusing you, you can go to @dipplinduo and see the asks, he’s the author of the fanfic)

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I'M FINALLY GETTING TO ANSWER BUT I RLLY NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG! I'VE BEEN Listening to the actual BIS soundtrack, and smth funny I've been thinkin abt is a mario-rpg style thing of Project Venus.

So, you know how in BIS the music changes depending on whether you are bowser or the brothers? Esp inside bowser? I wanna make themes based off the inside bowser themes for Kitakami, BB Academy, Area Zero, etc for PV!Kieran, since his POV is technically warped. Like when we first meet him, it's obvs gonna be normal, but it slowly but surely settles in as time goes on because I wanna say there's a side episode of him training (Like Bowser Jrs Journey was a side episode)

I'd love for everyone's Pechas to interact! I'm a bit intimidated even tho I'm mutuals with both dipplinduo (I believe) and I am definitely mutuals with tealmaskmybeloved!

However, I don't think I've heard much abt Azure Dive, but I hella love the name 👀

I wanna find out more abt them, though! I don't see them on my tl much and I get busy, but I'd love if you told me a buncha stuff, if you'd like to! You're definitely not obligated to, by any means!

Also, I'm very sure that PV!Pecha wpuld get the walloping if a lifetime for sure! Maybe not just by Kieran himself, but by Kieran's ancestor, too 😭

In fact, I think that's what I want PVs Mochi Mayhem to be about! Uncovering Pecharunt and Kieran and Carmine's ancestry with Eustace (The Mask Maker) and the sealed curse that Pecharunt has him under! Ooooghh, givin me so many ideas...

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steveharringtons-lover · 2 years

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I am such a freaking sucker for any content where the reader is dating Steve and they’re either related to Dustin or have a sibling-like relationship with him. I freaking swoon at how it seems to elevate Steve’s caring side and the whole “happy family” thing makes my heart go 💗 I love that dynamic and would take any fanfic with that as an established background.

I def prefer smut stories

Dustin’s Hot Older Sister

Steve Harrington x Female Reader (she/her)

Summary: One look at Steve and you can’t resist, thankfully he can’t either. God he wish he knew Dustin had a hot older sister earlier.

Warning: I’m so sorry this was supposed to be kinda fluffy, but it is not that at all. Unprotected sex, swearing.

A/N: I listened to Montell Fish’s new song hotel whilst writing this, it was supposed to be fluffy, I’m sorry anonymous but this is pure filth.

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“Who’s car is in the drive?” Steve asked as he pulled up to Dustin’s house, he’d been and picked up all the kids from school and was dropping them at Dustin’s.

“Oh that’s my sister's car.” Dustin said casually not putting too much thought into it.

“What do you mean your sister's car?” Steve asked, extremely confused. “Since when do you have a sister?”

“Your hot sister is home?” Mike said, smiling from the back seat.

Mike, Lucas and Will all look really excited to see Dustin’s sister again.

“Will you guys stop with that!” Dustin groaned. “Yes Steve I have a sister, she’s been living with my dad whilst studying.”

“So is she back for good now?” Lucas asked Dustin, a smile still on his face.

“Yeah she is, and don’t even think about it.” Dustin warned everyone in the car. “I’m talking about you, especially Steve.”

“You having a hot sister Henderson, impossible. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Steve said, pulling into the driveway.

The boys in the back could only laugh, knowing full well how their interaction would go.

Steve got out of the car with the rest of the kids, just wanting to get a glass of water before heading off.

That and the fact that he was now extremely interested in meeting you.

“Oh my god you boys!” Steve could hear you saying from the living room, you were so caught up in catching up with Dustin’s friends you completely missed Steve.

“God Mike you're almost taller than me, and Will you’ve grown so much oh and Lucas you’ve gotten tall too!” You are excited to see the three boys who basically spent every week at your house.

You bring Will into a hug so happy to see he’s finally started to come out of his shell, when you look up you catch sight of Steve.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, he looks your age. You try to figure out if you’ve ever met him before, and my god is he gorgeous.

“Y/n, this is Steve Harrington.” Dustin says reluctantly rolling his eyes at the way Steve was gawking at you.

You pull yourself away from Will and the rest of the boys and walk over to Steve.

Steve smiles down at you as you extend your hand out to shake his, you catch him looking you up and down before he makes eye contact.

“So this is the Steve Harrington I’ve heard all about.” You say letting your hand linger a little longer than considered friendly as you pull away from his grasp.

“Heard all about huh? Good things I hope.” Steve says trying to keep his cool, god he couldn’t believe how gorgeous you were.

He wanted to fuck you so badly, he could barley keep it in his pants.

“Oh only the best.” You say looking over to Dustin who’s glaring at Steve.

“Right well thanks for the ride Steve, how about you get your glass of water and get out of here.” Dustin says clearing seeing where this is going to go.

“He just met your sister and he already looks like he’s going to drop onto his knees and propose.” Mike says laughing along with Lucas and Will as they walk down the hall to his room.

“So, Steve. How about that glass of water then?” You say motioning for him to follow you to the kitchen.

“You know Dustin warned me about you.” You say filling up a glass of water for Steve as he sits down on the counter next to you.

“Warned you?” Steve says, slightly confused.

“Warned me that you’d try to make a move on me eventually, that you had a bit of a reputation.” You say pushing the glass of water towards Steve.

“I can’t say in dissapointed, I don’t think I’d mind if you'd try to make a move on me.”

“You certainly live up to the title of Dustin’s hot older sister.” Steve said as he reached out to grab the water, wrapping’s his hand around your and the glass.

“Now about this warning, how inclined are you to actually listen to it?” Steve asks carefully, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I don’t plan on listening to it. At all.” Your heart races as Steve lets his hand travel further up your arm, completely disregarding the glass of water.

He runs his hand further up your arm and behind your back, gently pulling you closer to him.

“How about we go somewhere with a door, because one of the boys comes to find us and I get banned from the Henderson residents for life.” Steve says, jumping down from the counter.

“How about I give you a tour, Harrington.” You say even though you have a feeling he knows the house better than you do.

“How about we start with your room.” Steve says, he doesn’t have a clue as to where you're leading him.

“You read my mind, Harrington.” You say as the two of you quickly walk down the hall and towards your room.

You quietly shut the door behind you and Steve before you know it you're pinned up against the wall with Steve’s hands wrapping around your waist.

“You sure you want to do this.” Steve whispers, kissing the exposed skin next to your ear.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly before quickly wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck and bringing his face towards yours.

His lips crashed against yours desperately as you tried to close any gaps possible between you and Steve, desperate to feel him.

There was no hesitance between the two of you as your lips moved sloppily against his, your tongue brushing up against his.

You barely even knew who Steve was, only knowing his name and the stories your brother told you about him, the mystery just made it all the more fun for you.

His hand began to wander the expanse of your back, travelling down to your arse and giving it a firm squeeze.

You moan into his mouth giving him the opportunity to deepen your kiss, your hands are in his hair and you can feel his cock pressed up against your thigh.

You break apart from each other gasping for air as Steve guides you back towards your bed pushing you down onto the soft mattress.

Your stomach twists in anticipation as he stands over you, looking down at you with a hunger in his eyes.

Steve’s hands desperately worked to undo your jeans, fumbling with the buttons and the zipper before pulling your jeans and panties down your legs in one swift motion.

Steve fell to his knees between your legs at the sight of your cunt, he was practically drooling as he bought your legs up onto his shoulder giving him the perfect view.

He bought his hand up towards your thigh rubbing slow tantalising circles into your skin, avoiding all the places you need him.

You could only sit in anticipation as you watched his head duck down in between your thighs, kissing a wet trail up towards your cunt.

You couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up towards him, letting out a sweet moan as his nose brushed up against your clit.

It was all the encouragement Steve needed as he brought his mouth to your cunt licking a long strip, making you shudder with total and absolute pleasure. He drew circles with his tongue over your clit as he slowly sucked at it.

You Let out an audible moan, the once silent room filled with the sounds of your moans and whimpers. You quickly brought a hand to your mouth to muffle your moans, knowing that your brother and his friends were only down the hall.

Your thighs clenching as Steve continued to tease you. He quickened his tongue over your clit over and over again, quickly bringing you closer to your release.

You were overwhelmed by the pleasure as Steve licked and sucked at you, the hand covering your mouth falling aside.

“Oh fuck, Steve I’m so so close.” You moan, throwing your head back against the bed, any shame you had left leaving your body.

You felt your orgasm wave over you, you felt as if your soul had left her body. Your arms becoming weak as your thighs relax, resting on Steve’s shoulders.

Steve pressed a soft kiss to her before he brought himself back up from between her legs, to kiss you again.

“Fuck you taste amazing.” Steve says as he kisses your neck, marking you as he goes.

You can feel his hands tugging at your shirt and you arch your back so he can pull it off, you feel his hand slip underneath your bra.

Steve couldn’t take it anymore he needed to fuck you, he couldn’t take it anymore after hearing you moan.

Steve quickly pulls his shirt off as you fumble with his belt buckle desperate to feel him, for him to be inside of you.

“Please Steve, fuck me.” You say as he slides his pants down his legs and takes his cock out of his boxers.

He pumps his cock once then twice before he leans down to line himself up with you, gently pushing into you.

You feel nothing but euphoria as he pushes himself deeper into you, the feeling of his leaving you feeling so full.

He pauses for a moment before resting his head in the crook of your neck gently nipping at the skin as he thrusts into you.

He leans his weight against you, your breasts brushing up against his chest as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

“You have to be quiet for me.” Steve says, you can’t help but moan. He muffles your moans with his mouth kissing you again.

You felt so full, the feeling of his cock filling you up and his mouth against yours was all too much.

Your second orgasm hits you, you can barely stay quiet moaning loudly into Steve’s mouth.

That was all Steve needed to be pushed to the brink of his own orgasm, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

He groans into your mouth, you can feel yourself being filled up by his cum completely forgetting about a condom.

After a moment Steve pulls out of you slowly, rolling over to lay down next to you on your bed as the two of you both desperately try to catch your breath.

“Happy you didn’t listen to the warning?” Steve asks you smirking, propping himself up onto his elbows to look at you.

“So happy.” You say you're still worn out from your recent orgasm. Almost asleep.

“How about I take you out to dinner?” Steve asks you, slowly pulling you closer to him and underneath the sheets.

“Mh, but after a nap. Will you stay?” You ask Steve though you already know the answer. The tow of you settling in underneath the sheets.

The two of you are asleep before Steve can answer, you lay with your head on his chest your head tucked underneath his chin.

The sound of the phone ringing wakes you up hours later, you look beside you to see Steve’s till dead asleep.

The little clock on your side table reads right o’clock and you can only assume that it’s one of the boys mothers ringing.

“Steve!” You say as your gently shake him awake. “You’ve got to get up!”

Steve startles awake, quickly sitting up in your bed. He looks over to the clock to see the time.

“Shit I’m supposed to be here now to take Mike, Lucas and Will home!” Steve says quickly kissing you as he jumps out of bed to put his clothes on throwing your at you.

The tow of you fuck out of your bedroom quickly and too the door trying too act as though Steve just got here.

“Boys Steve’s here to take you home!” You call out to the boys, you can hear them coming down the hall.

You smile and wave at them as they walk down the drive only now noticing how bad Steve’s hair looks and that his shirt is on inside out.

“You look like shit Harrington.” Lucas says catching on fairly quickly as to what happened.

“We know you never left, your cars been in the drive the whole time.” Will says as he gets in the car.

“I don’t want to hear it, if you say anything your walking home.” Steve says as he starts up the car, knowing this is going to be a long car trip.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things fanfic #pretty boy steve harrington

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lovingelegance · 2 years

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|| “Roles Reversed” Xiao X Reader ||

Includes : Anal, implied relationship, (lovers, friends with benefits up to the reader to decide!) implied overstimulation, and calling him “darling”. | please notify me if I’m missing anything!

Side note, I listened to the song Call out my name by the weekend while writing this song. I suggest you listen to it when reading this, again only if you want! Also this post was elaborating about this idea I had :)

Xiao would always tell you, if you were in danger or in need of something from him, to call out his name. You weren’t much of a fighting or an athletic person, personally you didn’t go out as much and when you did go out it was for your job. In the times you need something from him, you never thought about it. You’ve always shrugged it off and figured to call his name if you needed a big favor from him. Ever sense he got closer to traveler.. He’s been definitely more busy than he has before. You would always toss it to the side, thinking nothing of it. Although, you felt more lonely. Thinking to yourself, would it be selfish to call out his name once? Just for your benefit and for him to fulfill your desires? Just once..

You turn to the other side hugging your blanket. Sighing, you were thinking further. You and him weren’t strangers to this sort of desire you craved, actually you were pretty familiar with the feeling. Pondering, almost dwelling with the thoughts you decide that you were going to call out his name. You sat up and looked for your lighter. Once you’ve found it you lit up some candles, so you could see his face again. In part of the light.

“Xiao.” You said. There he was next to you on your bed, you stared at him. Fuck. He actually came. “What do you need?” Xiao said worriedly, you signal for him to come closer and caressed his cheek. “May I spend some time with you? It won’t be long if your busy.” You say knowing what you want will probably last longer then intended. It’s not like you cared at the moment anyway. “Oh- of course.” Xiao paused, then spoke again. “What would you like to do?” You felt the lust burning within you. Almost hesitating, you decide to say it. “I’d love to be intimate with you, at this moment.” Xiao’s face started to be covered with blush. Almost all of him was red. He stutters, trying to find the right words. You anticipate for an answer. “I would.. love that as well.” He managed to speak. Your eyes lit up in excitement. Putting your hands on his waist as he puts his arms around your shoulders, looking at him passionately, placing your lips on his and slowly working your way further. Xiao was already feeling intoxicated with this feeling, wanting more and more. The candle flames burned more intensely, the scent of the candle was getting mixed into the atmosphere of your room. The scent of lust and the delicious scent of your candles. It’s as if the candles enhanced the experience. He broke away from the kiss, as a string of saliva connected you both. Almost instantly, you went on top of him. Pinning him down, “I want you to call out my name.”

“P-Pardon me..?” He asked, with a partially confused face. “I think you heard me right no? Or do I need to repeat myself?” You say. Xiao gulped and nodded his head, reassuring you that he heard you. “Good.” You murmured, kissing and nibbling on his soft, porcelain skin. He let out small moans or mewls. From his neck then down to his collarbone.. then to his shoulders. Deciding to take things slow because you really wanted to focus on him whilst focusing on your desires later. Leaving soft red marks on his skin, showing he was yours for the night. You wanted to appreciate every single part of him, even the parts where it’s not so pretty, the sensitive parts, the parts with flaws, and the parts you loved the most about him. And you made sure he knew you appreciated him the most. Going down from his stomach, then to his thighs. “I hope you know.. that you mean so much to me.” You said while looking up at him. You observe him, seeing strands of hair in his face. Moving it gently, seeing him in ecstasy. “I.. I do?” Xiao says with an embarrassed face. Blushing more than before. “Yes, I’ll show you how special you are to me.” you say teasingly. His shocked face made you chuckle. Placing kisses on his cock, made him bite back a moan. Slowly stroking his cock but making it pleasurable for him. “Ngh— ah!~” his sounds turned you on, they were beautiful. You couldn’t help but get turned on by every noise of his.

“I- I think ‘m gonna..—!!” Xiao cried out as he saw the stars. He came all over his stomach and your hand. You raise your hand, licking the cum seductively. Xiao slowly rose but you pushed him down, “I’m not finished with you yet.” you say sternly. You wait for him to talk or a signal, but he showed no complaints. Although, he seemed more needy and desperate. You pull out lube from your nightstand and poured some on your cock/strap and on his ass. Before going in, you prep him up for your cock/strap. Sticking two fingers in and opening him up. “AH~! Fuck— Fuckk~!!” He loudly moaned out. “Y/N-!!” He screamed out. You swiftly pulled out your fingers and replaced them with your cock/strap. Slamming into him, causing him to whimper. Him yelling out your name motivated you even further. You fucked him roughly but slow. “F-Faster! Plea—, Please!” He yearned out for more. “Relax darling, I’ll make you feel good.” You whisper with lust lacing your tone. Going faster, as he cried out once more. Kissing him gently, his mouth opened for more. Deciding to make out with him. Xiao has always been special to you, sense the first time you guys met. It was always like that. You wouldn’t call yourselves friends nor strangers. You pulled away from the kiss this time, you placed one of your hands on his shoulder and slammed into him. “OH— Y/N!!~~” he came while rolling his eyes back. His nails dogged into your back, though you ignored it. “S-Shit that felt really really good..” he said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “Oh yeah? Let’s do it again.” You said teasingly. “I wouldn’t mind..” Xiao could tell he was in for a busy night.

Bonus!

I thought I’d share… because why not?

#dom reader #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub character #genshin impact #genshin #xiao smut #sub xiao #xiao x reader #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao

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brighter-by-the-daly · 11 months

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part One: Dashed Hopes

AN: Inspired by the song “Becky’s so Hot” but when I asked for who to base it on got this from anon and decided to go in a different direction than planned

Prompt: I’m imagining this with Rachel and her leaving the Dash and transferring to Villa

AN: let’s ignore the real life timings for this one.

As you stared down at your phone ringing you debated whether to answer it or not. It was your best friend, Libby, you loved her but she always had some sort of drama going on and you weren’t sure if you wanted to deal with it today. You’d arrived home from America last week and was reacquainting with your old town. Watching as the name disappeared from the screen you were able to breathe again but the relief didn’t last long when it lit up once more two seconds later. You knew she wouldn’t stop ringing until you answered so reluctantly succumbed to the drama.

“You’ll never believe who I just saw!” she screamed down the phone. This could range from a school friend you hadn’t seen in 20 years or Beyoncé. No ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’, just straight into the gossip as usual. “Becky!” she shrieked making you move your phone away from your delicate ears. Becky used to be a friend of yours until she stole Libby’s boyfriend 5 years ago. You always liked the girl but you can’t carry on being friends with someone your bestie hates. It’s girl code. “How was she-“ you started to ask but got cut off. “No! The news isn’t that I saw Becky” this made you frustrated, just get to the point woman! “But you just said guess who I see, Becky” the overly sarcastic tone rolling off your tongue with ease. “No, (y/n) shut up and let me finish the story!” Rolling your eyes, you knew she had drama and should have stuck to your guns with not answering the phone, you just wanted a peaceful afternoon to enjoy the nostalgic atmosphere of your home town. But no. In comes Hurricane Olivia. “Stay where you are I’ll come meet you” she said hurriedly before hanging up abruptly leaving you no time to object.

The coffee shop bell dinged as the tornado of a woman found you in the corner. Asking how she knew where you were she explained she’d put your phone on her find me app ages ago. You were shocked but certainly not surprised - ever since you lost each other at a party last year she’d been highly protective of you. The woman couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag but she means well.

“So! I saw Becky!” stumbling into the chair opposite you and dumping her bag on the table making it rock. “Yeah you’ve already told me this, why’d you have to come over here-“ you were unable to finish your sentence as she cut you off. “No! I saw Becky..” she paused for dramatic effect “with Rachel!” your eyebrows raised in a fashion that showed you were not amused with her mediocre statement. “Well that’s not news, they’re on the same team” you tried to reason with her but once again you were interrupted. “No listen to me, they were holding hands!”

“(Y/n)!” Fingers snapping in your face broke you out of the wide eyed trance staring into your coffee cup. What the fuck. Becky and Rachel? Nooo. This can’t be happening. You asked her if she was sure that’s what she witnessed but Libby was adamant that it was true - they looked incredibly coupley. God, that girl really knows how to move in on other people’s partners! Granted, you and Rachel have been over for a little while now but you didn’t expect this. You’re still not over her and she’s out there with a whole new girlfriend! It’s not even been a month! Should have known really, she always moved quickly - historically falling in and out of love fast but you just didn’t realise you were that easy to get over. You thought Rachel was the love of your life and now someone you used to call friend has swooped in on her when your side of the bed was barely cold. You tried hard to not let it get to you but your face said everything - you were hurt, sad and in need of a tub of ice cream. The fact she’s moved on so quickly made you feel like it was the day of the breakup all over again.

It was unexpected and just like any other day, you’d gone to sleep fiancées and woke up to a letter and her ring on the bedside table. Wardrobes and drawers empty. No pitter patters of Lexi’s paws on the kitchen floor. Half finished TV series that you watched together left on Netflix. She’d left your home, she’d left the team and she’d left the country overnight. This showed you her leaving was planned - she had gone to bed with you for weeks knowing she was eventually going to leave as soon as the transfer went through.

Sitting quietly in the corner of the coffee shop tears started to well in your eyes, you’d worked hard to get over her and you thought you had but all the emotions had come flooding back. Scrolling through all the unanswered messages and the photos of her on your phone your heart was breaking all over again. What’s worse is you’d just been called up for the World Cup that morning and would have to face Rachel at camp. For months. This couldn’t be worse timing. When you got the call up you were excited and felt empowered like you’d be able to be amicable colleagues for a while but all hopes of that had been dashed.

Part Two

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 9 months

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Setting Up

Title: Setting Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Music Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Stress about a school year starting, low-self esteem (connected with job as a teacher), mentions of teachers doing unpaid labor to get their classrooms ready

Summary: School is starting up again and Y/N is frazzled about setting up her classroom. Luckily, Steve is ready to jump in and help in any way he can.

A/N: I wrote this for myself, but I hope you enjoy it too. It’s technically a music teacher AU, but I feel it could easily apply to a lot of different kinds of teachers. For the sake of this AU, “rep” is a shortened version of “repertoire”, which are the songs that you learn and perform for concerts. As always, thank you for all your support when it comes to reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, and supporting me on Patreon and ko-fi! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

June comes and goes in a haze of post-lunch naps, binge watching, and long evening walks with Steve. July moves even quicker with its rolling storms and deceitful promises of endless summer. By the time the countdown to the start of school reaches the single digits, you’ve done almost nothing to prepare for the school year and though you wouldn’t change anything about how you’ve spent your summer, you still loathe yourself for it.

A week from the first of your back-to-school teacher meetings, Steve comes home from the compound to find you sitting in the living room with your current show playing on TV and stacks of sheet music splayed across the couch cushions, coffee table, and floor. The papers form a semi-circle around you, completely preventing you from moving out of your spot in the center of the couch.

“What are you working on?” he asks as he shuts and locks the door.

You look up with tired eyes and a sigh. “I’m trying to pick rep,” you tell him. “I’ve got it narrowed down but I’m not sure.”

“Do you need to pick concert music now? Isn’t it easier to wait until you know what kids you have in class?”

As he asks, Steve carefully tucks the bag containing his shield underneath the skinny table you bought a few weeks ago, then leans it against the wall. You’d purposefully got one wide enough so his bag would fit underneath, and he dutifully follows your instructions to the tee, knowing that having order at home is important when your life at school gets chaotic. Plus, he tries to leave work at work. He’s always promised to be fully present with you whenever he’s home, no matter what’s going on outside the four walls of your little ranch house. He isn’t perfect—there are days when you spend most of dinner listening to him explain his frustrations and worries over the current group of trainees or an upcoming mission—but the fact that he tries means more than anything.

“Not really, but it’s helpful if I do. I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to waste their time. Kids can tell if you’re not prepared, and I want to make this year better than last year. I want to be better than last year.”

“You’ll be prepared,” he reassures you. “You don’t need to be better, you’re already exactly what those kids need.”

You huff, not even pretending to entertain that thought as you shuffle the music around. After flipping through one of the pieces, you decide it isn’t a good fit for the students you hope are enrolled again, then set it aside. Steve’s watching you—you can feel his curious gaze without even turning around—and so you continue to work as he processes.

Finally, he asks, “What can I do to help?”

A little surprised at the question, you shift in your spot to look back at him. Your knee presses into a stack of possible Christmas pieces but you ignore the crumpling noise the papers make as you push them into the couch.

“What?” you ask.

“What can I do to help? I don’t like it when you’re stressed out and I want you to be able to enjoy the rest of your summer, and the weekends once school actually starts,” adds Steve.

You frown, looking down at the music all around you, though you keep your arm braced on the back of the couch. It’s a generous offer and one you’ve secretly been hoping for, but Steve doesn’t know the first thing about teaching in a school. He also doesn’t know anything about music; he can barely hold a tune to save his life. That severely limits the things he can help you with, and you’ll feel bad if you have to redo something he does for you out of genuine kindness. Plus, no one has ever offered to help you before. Even your family has left you to your own devices at the start of every school year.

“As much as I’d love your help,” you carefully start, hoping you won’t offend him by declining his offer, “There’s not a lot you can do. A lot of it you won’t know how to do and a lot of it isn’t really a two-person job. I mean, I’ve got to pick rep, print out rosters, make copies, make seating charts, organize and decorate my rooms—“

“I could help with decorating.”

“Steve—“

“I can,” he insists. He continues before you can protest any further, “I know how much stuff you need to bring back to your rooms and I remember you complaining about not being able to make the bulletin boards as nice as you wanted them by yourself. I don’t know anything about music, but I’m pretty handy with scissors and a stapler, Y/N. Let me at least help with that. I can do the boards while you do other stuff, and I don’t mind carrying in boxes from your car and then keeping you company if that’s all I can help with.”

He’s so genuine it makes your heart ache. There’s no way you can say no to him, so you nod. Steve’s responding smile lights up the whole room and you laugh, leaning back against the couch cushions to accept the kiss he bends down to give you.

“Tomorrow?” he asks, and you nod again. “I’ll let Pepper know I won’t be around. She’ll remember more than Tony will. What school do you want to work at first?”

“Um… Let’s start at the elementary. How was work today? Are you hungry? I can make something.” You start to get up, but Steve places a gentle hand on your shoulder to slow your ascent.

“You don’t need to cook for me, Y/N. We can just order something.”

You frown. “But it’s summer, and I—”

“And you’re working unpaid time to prepare for the school year,” Steve finishes.

You let him push you back down to sit on the couch, knowing he’s right. You’ve been at war with yourself all day—should you work on school stuff when school’s not in session, even though you’re not paid for it, or should you hold off on your preparations because working unpaid overtime is unfair?

Steve seems to sense this internal debate because he leans down to kiss you again, then pulls out his phone. “What do you want tonight? Pizza? Chinese? Greek? We had Italian last night, so I’d rather not have that again.”

“Greek sounds good,” you answer, smiling up at him. “Thanks.”

He hums in acknowledgement and heads towards the bedroom, no doubt on his way to shower the day away. You listen to him move around, relaxing against the back of the couch as the TV drones on. In the other room, Steve’s phone chimes when the confirmation email for the phone order comes through, then again when he puts it on the charger. He turns the shower on and it squeals a little—something he’s promised to fix once his load at work lightens up, even though you both know it never will.

You get back to work as the shower door slides open, then closes, and you’re three-quarters of the way through your big stack of potential concert songs when the doorbell rings for your food. Before you can even adjust the dozens of tiny paper stacks around you to answer it, Steve is at the door, fully dressed but with hair dripping onto his shoulders.

While he tips the delivery driver and unloads the food onto your kitchen counters, you tidy up the living room, compiling your music into one larger, precarious stack that you balance on the floor against the TV stand.

“How much tzatziki do you want?” Steve calls.

You stand from your crouch and stretch, groaning when your back cracks. After hours of sitting on the couch and floor today, your whole body is stiff. Steve sticks his head around the corner of the kitchen when you don’t reply and you look over at him with a grimace.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Reaching out with both arms, you wiggle your fingers at him until he knowingly chuckles and comes closer, then pulls you into a hug. Steve squeezes you against him, using only what you know to be a modicum of his strength, and you sigh in relief when your back pops.

“Thank you,” you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder. Steve kisses the top of your head and loosens his grip to hold you in a gentle embrace. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” he answers. “Mostly just meetings and paperworks. I’d much prefer spending the day with you while you’re home all day.”

You hum in response and close your eyes. Being in his arms is one of your favorite ways to recover after a long day at school, and now that you’re getting back into the swing of things, you’re relishing it even more than normal.

“Tzatziki?”

Snorting, you pull away to look up at him. “Are you hungry?”

Steve grins. “What gave it away?”

With a pat to his chest, you release him completely and head to the kitchen. The food is spread out across all the open counters and the stove top, and you can’t help but chuckle at the pure amount of containers Steve has ordered. It’s more than usual, which means he’s either anticipating that you’ll be stealing his food, that you won’t be able to decide, or that he’s monumentally more hungry than normal.

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have,” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Steve follows you.

He laughs and runs his hand over the small of your back as he strides past you to pull plates down from the top cabinet. You take the one he holds out to you, and the two of you get to work dishing up your dinners. He makes sure to heap your favorite foods onto your plate before he takes his own serving, and you do the same.

Finally, you and Steve settle side-by-side on the couch. Your show has long since finished playing, and the screen asking if you were still watching stares back at you as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table.

“Let’s find something new,” you say. Balancing your plate, utensils, and napkin in one hand, you shift on the couch until your thighs are pressed against his. He smiles and as soon as he’s put on a show neither of you have seen before, Steve props his feet up on the coffee table, places his plate on his lap, and puts his free hand on your leg. The familiarity is soothing, and within a few minutes you’ve forgotten all of your worries about the school year starting.

The next morning, Steve is up before you, and by the time you finally drag yourself out of bed after snoozing the alarm several times—a bad habit you’ll have to break before the school year begins—he has breakfast ready and all your school stuff already loaded in the car.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him as he hands you a plate piled high with your favorites. You’re honestly surprised you didn’t wake up while he was cooking, considering how good the house smells right now. “I’m not even sure if I’ll want to use it all. We’ll just have to bring it all back in if we don’t use it.”

He shrugs. “Then I’ll bring it in when we get home. I’d rather you have everything you need and then some than have you worry about not having enough,” he says.

Steve’s dedication to helping you prepare for the school year runs deeper than you’d originally realized and you have to look away before all of your emotions about it shine through. You aren’t quite awake enough to keep your composure every time he does something sweet.

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. Smiling a little, you force away the overwhelming gratitude and settle for a kiss on his cheek instead. “Thank you. I already don’t know how I did this without you for so many years. You’ve already saved me at least an hour of time, maybe two, depending on how much stuff is leftover when I’m done.”

“Good, then you’ve got plenty of time to sit down and eat,” he replies. He guides you over to the table and pulls out a chair. “I’m gonna do a coffee run and check in with Pepper to make sure everything’s all good, and I’ll be back in a half hour. Is that enough time for you to eat and get ready?”

You nod and smile, then settle down at the table to eat. Steve grabs a foil-wrapped burrito that’s no doubt his second breakfast before heading out the front door, leaving you to eat alone.

Once finished, you quickly rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, then change into comfortable work clothes and get yourself ready for the day. You’re just zipping up your bag when Steve walks back in the door with a drink tray in hand. The wide-open door lets a flood of summer sunshine into the living room, and Steve looks like an angel as the golden rays peek out from behind him.

“I got your favorite,” he announces, and you smile wide when he hands you your drink. You take a long sip, then nod in approval. He laughs. “Everything’s right?”

You take another sip just for good measure, humming in contentment. “It’s perfect, Steve. You ready to go?”

When he nods, you grab your bag and the stacks of music that didn't fit inside, then follow him out to the car. Sure enough, all of the boxes and bags of stuff you’d brought home with you in May and the purchases that accumulated over the summer are neatly packed in the back of his Stark-issued SUV, and he already has one of your favorite high-energy playlists on. The AC is blasting, ensuring that the car isn’t hot when you climb in, and the wave of cold air that hits you is accompanied by another wave of utter love for him. You try to tell him every day how much you love him, but as you buckle up, you push away thoughts of your classroom in an attempt to brainstorm ways to show him your love even more profoundly.

Steve immediately starts unloading things after you arrive at the school. As you gather your belongings from around your seat, you glance in the side mirror. Steve’s arms are piled high with boxes and there are multiple bags swinging from each arm. It’s almost comical.

You’re barely out of the passenger side door when he closes the trunk and turns in the director of the building’s entrance.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod as you dig your ID and keys out of your bag. With Steve following behind, you head inside to your classroom. You hold the doors for him, and though you offer to take the elevator to your room, he shakes his head and turns toward the stairs to the second floor. He’s been to your classroom a few times before, but never to help you set up. It has a different feel to it.

There’s something intimate about letting someone you love see your classroom for the first time. You spend so much time in that room and you spend so much of your energy making it feel like a second home for you and the students at your school. The first time Steve ever came to visit you at work, your stomach was in knots over what he’d think of your room. Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t care if it was perfectly tidy or if the decor all matched, but his opinion is important to you and you desperately wanted him to love the space as much as you did. Now, even though he’s seen already been here a handful of times, it’s a whole new level of vulnerability. He’s seeing it without all the decor and frills that you add throughout the school year, and if you’re being honest, you’re a little nervous about what he’ll think once he sees the bare bones of your room. Will he think you’re fulfilling all its possible potential? Will he think that you’re doing enough?

The halls are empty except the two of you, but you know that there’s other teachers and staff members tucked away somewhere. The last few weeks of summer are usually filled with plenty of projects, decorating, and preparation for the upcoming open house and the first day of school. It’s almost as exhausting as teaching itself. As you walk, you decide to leave your door closed so that you can play your music as loud as you want without seriously disturbing anyone else who’s trying to work.

Steve carefully sets down the things he’d brought in as soon as you have the door open, making sure that they’re out of your way.

“I’m gonna head down and get the rest,” he says, and you hand off your keys and ID so that he can get in. “Do you need anything unpacked right away?” He glances down at the pile on the floor, then at you for confirmation.

You shake your head and watch him go, then dig out your phone and the speaker you’d purposefully packed into your personal bag. After a little bit of searching, you find the perfect playlist, and you set both things aside so that you’re free to work.

Getting your room ready is a little bit daunting, and you don’t quite feel prepared to tackle any of it. There are bulletin boards to arrange and set up, including plenty of lamination you need to cut out, and you want to make sure that your reward center is ready for the family open house on Friday. Plus, you still need to plan out the lessons you’ll teach the first few days, rearrange your furniture, and get instruments and supplies out of storage. Even your desk is barren; you’d had to tuck everything away so that all the surfaces could be cleaned.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath, just like you tell your students to do whenever they’re getting overwhelmed. Steve walks in as you’re doing this, and when you open your eyes, he’s watching you. His eyebrows furrow together and the corners of his lips are turned down in a slight frown. He knows something’s wrong, even if he doesn’t know what, and you catch him taking a quick survey of your room to make sure it’s not something he can easily fix or remove.

“What’s going on?” he asks. His voice is gentle; you know he won’t judge you if you tell him how you’re feeling about this, and so you give him a weak smile in an attempt to make yourself seem less stressed than you actually are.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m just really overwhelmed. I don’t think I’m quite ready to let go of summer yet. There’s six million things I have to get done, and I don’t really want to do any of them, which makes me feel like a horrible teacher. I didn’t do anything I should’ve over the summer, which makes me feel even worse. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but I’m so stressed out all year and I wanted a break. Plus, it’s hard to jump right back in like this, especially since I know I’m not getting paid to be here and to work all day in my classroom,” you admit. You perch against the edge of your desk and sip your drink to give yourself a moment. With your other hand, you turn down the music a few notches. The song is upbeat, and it’s just a little too much right now. “There’s so much to do before Friday, and I don’t feel like I’m going to be ready even if I manage to get everything done on time. And on top of that, I feel bad because you took the day off to help, which you didn’t need to do, and I know that you want to help and that you want me to be less stressed, but it’s not like this is the funnest thing in the world to be doing during the summer.” You gesture around the room with your cup.

Steve sets down the second load he’s carried up from the car, then shuts the door to your room. He stands by the pile he’s made for a moment, staring down at it with his hands on his hips, before he lifts his head and crosses the room to sit beside you on the desk. You’re honestly surprised it holds both your weights combined.

“You don’t need to be perfect,” he says, taking your free hand in his. He rests them on his thigh and you focus on the way his fingers intertwine with yours as he continues, “Your kids don’t need perfection. They don’t need you to get every single thing done before they come to class. They need you to show them how to be kind and how to make mistakes, and how to be respectful when they disagree. They need you to show them how to solve problems and be creative and how to have fun, and you’re amazing at all those things, Y/N.”

You smile a little and try not to get weepy-eyed at his praise. “Steve…”

“I mean it,” he insists. Gently, he lifts your chin with one crooked finger. When you meet his eyes, he holds your gaze intently. “You are the exact teacher that they need. You’re here for a reason, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you ready together, you and me, okay?”

Nodding, you sniffle and let him guide your head forward so he can kiss you on the forehead.

“Thank you. I needed that,” you murmur.

Steve squeezes your hand, then brings it up so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “There’s no place I’d rather be today than here with my girl. Alright?” When you nod, he smiles. “You want me to start unpacking stuff so you can see it all laid out?”

You survey the daunting pile, still truly unsure of where to begin, before standing on your feet again and releasing his hand. “No, I think I want to unpack one thing at a time, but maybe you could start putting the new paper up on the boards? There’s scissors, uh…” You turn in a circle, trying to remember where you’d stashed your scissors and stapler at the end of the last school year, but Steve puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“I’ll find them, Y/N, don’t worry. You get working on unpacking and getting your instruments out.”

Ever grateful once again, you give him a smile and head to the pile to get to work. He turns the music up before beginning to rifle through your desk drawers to find what he’ll need to help you decorate.

With you and Steve working together, you get more work done in a handful of hours than you typically would get done in an entire day. He makes it fun, too. Steve sings along to all your playlists, pulls you aside for dance breaks when he can tell you’re getting frustrated or overwhelmed, helps you move the bulkier instruments exactly where you want them, and he even goes out to bring back lunch from your favorite restaurant in town. Of course, he gets stuck in conversation with the principal and the gym teacher on his way back in, but he goes out, all the same. You simply pull him away with a smile, linking your arm with his as Steve makes half-hearted promises to visit the two men to discuss their latest golf game. You have to hold back a snicker at the idea of Steve playing golf.

You have a picnic on the floor of your room, and Steve changes the music to one of his own playlists. It’s film scores—he may not be able to carry a tune, but he appreciates the music that accompanies the hundreds of thousands of movies he’s still catching up on. One of your favorite memories of him is the first time you watched a movie in theaters together. You hadn’t known it was his first time in a 21st century theater, and he’d been utterly mesmerized by everything you encountered, from the digital ticketing system and concessions to the reclining seats and the enormous screens. Altogether, you’d seen five movies that day, back to back to back. He’d loved every single of them.

Steve leans over and kisses you when you recount this memory to him over your lunch. It makes your heart soar when you realize that for the first time in a long time, you’ll have happy memories of your time setting up, rather than stressful ones. As he kisses you, the orchestra swells over the speaker, and Steve is so loving that you feel for a moment that you could actually be a movie of your very own.

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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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You Are My Queen Now | Part 7

Word Count: 19.7k (there I'm spoiling you still)

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of past noncon and justifications of it, really fucked up characters, actually kinda sweet smut scene, sub!tyun, edging, blowjob.

A/N: Check out the playlist for the fic as well as the wonderful pinterest boards my lovely ♡ anon made for the fic. They’ll really help put you in the mood. For this particular chapter, the theme songs are Neptune by Sleeping At Last for tyun and Where’s My Love by SYML for gyu

“Stop struggling!” Jaeyun hisses in your ear as if you’re being unreasonable for fighting against him.

Angrily, you bite down on his hand, making him curse and pull his hand away. “What are you doing?” You barely have enough time to shout at him before he’s covering your mouth with his hand again, this time holding your jaw shut so you can’t bite him.

“I’m taking you back to the prince.” He confirms your worst suspicions, making your heart sink. Up until this moment you had held onto the tiny, lingering hope that this must be some type of joke or misunderstanding, refusing to entertain the brutal truth that one of your only friends is betraying you like this. “It’s better if you come quietly with me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

‘More than you already are?’ You want to say but can’t. You don’t stop struggling though, Taehyun’s words ringing in your ears, ‘They will want to bring you back safely to him, and that’s an advantage to you because you can hurt them while they can’t hurt you.’ He’d told you that first time he sparred with you, and you really hope that he’s right about that because, as his words replay in your mind, so does your training, and you fumble around for your dagger as Jaeyun begins dragging you through the hall.

You dig your hand into the pocket of your dress, looking for your hidden dagger. Taehyun had made sure that all your dresses have secret pockets to hide your dagger in for situations just like this. You just hadn’t anticipated that when the time comes for you to use it, it would be on someone you thought you trusted.

Using your thumb, you unsheath the blade before pulling it out. In the struggle and the dim light, Jaeyun doesn’t notice you drawing your arm back before plunging the dagger deep into his right thigh.

He screams and flails, dropping his arms from around you and attempting to jerk away, but you don’t let him go or you’d lose your one weapon. As he continues to try to back away, the dagger almost slips from your hand but you tighten your hold on it to the point where your nails are digging crescents into your palm before you successfully free it from his flesh and move away from him. You take a few steps then whirl around to face him, pointing the now bloody knife at the hunched over man in warning.

“Fuck, you stabbed me!” He shrieks in disbelief, holding the bleeding wound in his thigh with both hands.

“You tried to kidnap me!” You shout back, not believing the nerve of him, but somehow what he says next is even more ridiculous. “It’s better that you come with me. It’s the best for everyone involved.”

“You mean the best for you!” You accuse, refusing to let him manipulate you.

“Not just me. The prince won’t rest until he has you.”

Or maybe he can. This is exactly what you’ve been worrying about. It’s what Kai is worried about, and now it seems that Jaeyun thinks the same.

“He will kill anyone in his way. Taehyun, Kai, everyone. You know that.”

You scowl. You can’t listen to this right now, not from a man who just committed the ultimate betrayal against you and everyone he claims to worry about. “Jaeyun, for Kai’s sake, get the fuck out of the castle and don’t come back.”

“Listen to me–”

“Leave before Taehyun gets his hands on you. You know he won’t be as kind as me.” You threaten him, voice laced with venom.

His jaw clenches. “You’re making a mistake.” He says ominously before limping away and disappearing into the darkness.

You stand there, with your dagger-wielding arm outstretched into the night until it cramps and shakes. Only then do you lower it and take a shuddering breath in, still shaken from what just happened. You expected something like this, Taehyun had warned you so many times about it, you just didn’t expect it from someone you thought was your friend. God, Kai is going to be so heartbroken.

Oh, Kai…

It would probably be best if you tell him first, that way he won’t have to hear it from a raging Taehyun.

You make your way back to the room with the big door, hoping he’s still up. And he is, still playing his harp, blissfully unaware of what just happened. You almost turn around and leave, but when you imagine the rage on Taehyun’s face and how it might be the first thing Kai would see, you decide to stay.

You clear your throat and call out weakly, “Kai…”

He turns around, a small smile on his lips and his eyebrow quirked up in question, “Hey, why are you still–” The rest of his question dies on his tongue when he sees how shaken up you are and the bloody dagger in your hand. Immediately, he stands up and rushes towards you, knocking the harp to the ground in his haste. “What happened?”

“Jaeyun…” You say and he freezes in his tracks.

“Jaeyun? What–what did he–what did you do to him?”

It stings that the first question he manages to get out is about Jaeyun’s well-being instead of yours. But you don’t dwell on it much. He is his best friend and you’re the one with the bloody knife.

Gathering up all your strength, you tell him the hard truth. “He tried to kidnap me and take me back to Beomgyu.”

He shakes his head. “No, no, Jaeyun wouldn’t do that. It must be a misunderstanding.”

“But he did. He told me so himself when he grabbed me and tried to drag me away.” You keep your tone soft, knowing how hard this must be for him.

“Why is that dagger bloody? Where is he? Did you–did you kill–”

“No.” You assuage his worries. “I didn’t hurt him that badly, and he probably left the castle by now.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and it’s silent for a moment while he absorbs what you said. Then he looks at you and blinks. “Oh, what about you? Are you okay?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I thought you’d never ask.” You try to keep your voice schooled but it still comes out sounding reproachful.

“I’m sorry, it’s just this is all so shocking. I mean he’s been my friend for years now, it’s hard to believe that he would do this.” He says and you laugh again, “Not that I don’t believe you, it’s just…”

“Hard to believe. I get it.”

“I’m sorry, I really am.” He sighs, “For my reaction and for what he did.”

“You don’t have to apologize for his actions.” You say, “And I’m fine. Just shaken up.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Come, sit down.” He takes you by your free hand and leads you to a chair. You flop down on it, boneless, and you wonder how you managed to stay up for this long.

"God, Taehyun is going to freak out when he hears about this."

Kai’s eyes widen."Oh, please don't tell him."

"What?"

"He'll kill him." Kai kneels at your feet and grabs your free hand in his pleadingly. “I know what he did was wrong, and I will do whatever you want to make it up to you but I just can’t…” His voice hitches as he tears up, “He’s my best friend. I can’t bear to see my brother kill my best friend.”

“Oh, Kai,” You go to cup his cheeks but realize you still have the bloody dagger in your hand. He flinches and stands up while you pull the sheath from your pocket and slip it on the blade before tucking it away, and start again, “I know how hard this is for you but we can't keep this from Taehyun. Don't you think he'll start asking questions when Jaeyun suddenly disappears?"

He chews on his lip nervously and paces around, thinking. "Then wait until the morning to give him some time to get away."

You can give him that much. It’s probably not wise but you know you’d want the same courtesy if you were in his situation.

"Okay. If that’s what you want." You sigh, getting up. “And Kai?”

He stops pacing and looks at you.

“I’m still sorry about this. I don’t want Jaeyun to get hurt either. And I don’t want to lose you.”

He presses his lips together before saying, “I don’t want that either.”

It sounds reassuring and you almost take it as that, but something about his wording makes you uneasy.

You don’t realize until later that it’s because he said he doesn’t want to, not that you won’t.

The latter reassures that you have nothing to worry about while the former says that you do.

____________________________

Taehyun is as furious as you imagined he would be when he finds out. But sweetly enough, he first makes sure you’re alright before he unleashes his fury.

“How the fuck could he do this? I trusted him. I gave him a position in my court. I let him get close to my family, and he turns around and does this?” Taehyun seethes with barely contained rage. “Just wait until I get my hands on him. Do you know where he went?”

You shrug weakly, technically not lying but not being entirely truthful either. You should’ve known that such a weak response wouldn’t fail to arouse Taehyun's suspicions immediately.

"Wait, how come Kai knew about this before me?” His narrowed eyes pin you down. “When did this happen exactly?"

You exchange a nervous look with Kai.

"When?" Taehyun repeats coldly.

"Last night."

“What?” He barks, "Why didn't you come to me right away?"

"I–I…” You sputter, not knowing how to tell him that you did it for Kai’s sake. But you make the mistake of glancing at Kai again and Taehyun’s face hardens in understanding.

He turns to Kai. “Did you tell her to wait so he can escape?”

“No, he didn’t–”

“Just let him go, Taehyun, please. For me.” Kai pleads, cutting you off and confirming Taehyun’s suspicions.

“For you?” If possible, Taehyun becomes even more angry. “You should be the first one after him! He’s your friend and he attacked her. You should be the one punishing him.”

“And he will be punished.” Kai insists, “I can’t imagine you would let him live out his life as a lord anymore after this. He’s going to lose everything because of this, isn’t this punishment enough?”

“No, it’s not. He’s not going to live out his life at all.” Taehyun proclaims eerily.

“No, please! I never contested your rulings before, Taehyun. But please, don’t do this.”

“I have to. He’s a traitor.” Taehyun deadpans, “The only way he’ll get out of this alive is if I don’t find him so you better hope I don’t.”

“But he didn’t take her and now he’s on the run. Just leave him. What harm is that going to do to you?”

“I can’t just let him get away with this. He needs to pay for his crime just like anyone else. ”

“You can. You just don’t care enough. You did it for her so why not for me? I’m your brother!” Kai shouts, and the tinge of resentment in his voice takes you off guard.

You hadn’t really anticipated him using that and, by the looks of it, neither did Taehyun for he blinks and pauses, not really saying anything for a few seconds before he shoots you a look that makes you hang your head low and wish you weren’t here right now.

“I didn’t do it for her. That old man killed his daughter’s husband to avenge her death.”

“So? He’s still a killer and you would’ve executed him if it weren’t for her. Why can’t you pardon Jaeyun for me?”

“Because he’s a traitor.”

“But–”

“Enough!” Taehyun’s voice rings around the room, shutting Kai up and overwhelming the beat of your own heart. “I will not hear about this anymore. Once I catch Jaeyun, he will be made to answer for his crime, and that’s the end of that.”

Nervously, you glance at Kai, but he’s not looking at you. He’s staring at his brother with the same anger Taehyun regards him with, but also with hurt. You understand what he must be feeling. To him, it seems that his brother refuses to extend the same courtesy he showed you towards him and his old friend. Even worse, the entire reason his friend is in danger is because of you.

You move to go after him when he turns around to leave, but Taehyun’s gentle but commanding voice stops you in your tracks.

“I’m not done talking to you, my lady.”

You spin on your heel slowly, “Taehyun–”

“See what happens when I make exceptions?” He chastises you and you feel your belly churn in guilt because you know he’s right. “He’s my brother and he’s acting like this. Imagine if other people got wind of it.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten involved.” You bite your lip. You really should shut up now but when were you ever able to help yourself? “But still… can’t you pardon him for your brother?”

Of course, your request isn’t to Taehyun’s liking. “You can’t ask that of me.”

“But I’m fine.” You try to appeal to him. “He didn’t hurt me.”

“This isn’t about you.”

“Oh.” Your face falls.

“I hold my court on a very tight but tenuous leash. As you know, half of the lords here don't like me very much. It would only take the smallest sign of weakness on my part for them to pounce on me like hyenas. That’s why I can’t let an act of treason like this go unpunished. It could very well be the death of me.”

“I understand.” You mumble, never having thought about it that way. There is so much you don’t know. “And I’m sorry. None of this would’ve happened if I wasn’t here.”

He frowns and moves towards you. “No. None of this would’ve happened if Jaeyun wasn’t a disloyal bastard. You had nothing to do with it.”

“But surely I didn’t help either. If I wasn’t here–”

“Stop it.” He snaps, making you flinch, thinking he’s mad at you. But then he gently cups your face in his hand. “You belong here. I want you here.”

Your heart beats faster. It’s so rare that Taehyun is affectionate towards you, and you never know how to handle it. You just become a nervous mess in his arms like you are right now.

“You did a very brave thing.” He leans down closer to your face and your breath hitches. “But don’t think I’m not mad at you too.”

You pout and he laughs, swiping his thumb over your puckered lips. “But I’m also proud of you. You picked things up so fast and were able to protect yourself so well. It’s amazing. Not that I ever doubted you.”

You smile, fighting back your blush. "Well, I was trained by the best."

He smiles back–a rare sweet, toothy smile and you can’t help but reach up and close the rest of the distance between the two of you, kissing him.

He believed in you. He believed in you and he gave you the tools and the training to defend yourself and you did. He believed in you and you proved him right. This has never happened to you before.

For the first time ever, you finally feel capable and proud of yourself. It’s exhilarating.

But Taehyun is not Taehyun if he doesn’t ruin the mood.

“The prince won’t stop with just this failed attempt.” He informs you as he breaks the kiss, making you sigh wistfully.

“Has anyone told you that you’re not very good at the romantic talk?” You tease, but Taehyun, as always, doesn’t share in the banter.

“You’ll be vulnerable as long as you remain unwedded.”

Your smile falls and you take a step back. So that’s what this is about.

“If we were to marry, it might stop him.” Taehyun elaborates, “He can’t steal another lord’s wife without stirring up a scandal in the kingdom, and the king won’t let something like that happen.”

“Yeah, that’s a great plan. You’re as practical as always.” You mumble, turning your back to him, but Taehyun goes around you and stands in front of you, putting his hands over your arms loosely. “What’s the matter?”

The matter is that he still hasn’t given you any indication that he feels anything for you. Sometimes you think he might, like when you kiss. When you kiss, he makes you feel like he wants you, like he doesn’t want to let you go, like he’s always waiting for the next time you’ll lock lips again.

But then he opens his mouth and asks you to marry him with the most emotionless attitude imaginable and you’re back to feeling like just a business transaction to him.

“Taehyun, do you actually want to marry me or are you just doing this because of my circumstances?”

“Of course I want to marry you. You think I would’ve asked if I didn’t want to?” He questions as if he can’t possibly understand where you’re coming from.

“I don’t know, would you?” You exclaim, “I can never read you and you don’t exactly make your feelings known either.”

“Then what do you want me to do to prove to you that I want you?”

What you actually want is to hear him say he loves you, but you’ve already asked once and his rejection was humiliating enough. So you go with the next best thing.

"Will you sing for me?"

That clearly surprises him and slowly blinks at you, dumbfounded by the odd request. "What?"

"Kai had mentioned that you used to sing but don't anymore.” You explain, and you see a little bit of understanding seeping into his wide-eyed gaze. “Will you sing for me?"

He thinks about it for a bit before giving in. “Okay.”

You don’t know what you expected him to sound like but it’s not this. His voice can only be described as saccharine. It’s even sweeter and more angelic than Kai’s playing, with an occasional but heart-wrenching raspiness that tugs straight at your heartstrings. He doesn’t look at you as he sings, and even though you can’t normally read him, you know that this is a vulnerable moment for him, but he’s doing it for you, and you’re so mesmerized that you find yourself holding your breath so you won’t disturb him and make him stop.

Only when the song ends, do you let yourself take in a deep breath.

“I haven’t sang in a long time so I’m sorry if that sounded bad.” Taehyun says sheepishly, sneaking glances at you. “And sorry if you were expecting a love song. I haven’t exactly been entertaining musicians in the last few years so the only song I could remember off the top of my head is the lullaby my mother used to sing to Kai to sleep. It’s probably–”

You cut off his babbling with a kiss, feeling him sigh against your lips and relax, and that, more than anything, makes up your mind.

“I’ll do it. I’ll marry you.” You tell him, and the smile he gives you is so adorable that you have to lean in and pull him into another searing kiss. He may not have said that he loves you, but you can live with this for now.

When you separate, you see that his dazzling grin has settled into a content smile that makes you ache.

“So you really haven’t had any musicians here in years?”

“I guess I never saw the need.” He shrugs and you gasp. “The need? Music is the food of the soul.” You proclaim grandly.

“Oh, so that’s why everyone says I have no soul.” He jokes and you both chuckle. It’s so rare to have lighthearted moments like this with Taehyun. So whenever they occur, you make sure to bask in them fully.

But sadly, even that all but disappears when you speak. “I’ll go check on Kai.”

Taehyun’s expression flips around in an instant. “You don’t have to baby him. He needs to toughen up.”

You sigh. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“It is still hard for him. Jaeyun is his best friend.” You attempt to reason with him but he remains bull-headed. “His best friend who tried to kidnap you and take you back to your captor.”

“I know, Taehyun. I was there.” You say wearily, tired of his complete lack of empathy towards anyone, even his own brother. “Not everything is about facts and transgressions. People are allowed to have feelings and be sad about the loss of someone even if they hurt them. And we have to give them the time and space to heal.”

“I don’t see how that helps. You’ve had all the time in the world to heal from your prince, have you healed?”

“That’s low, Taehyun.”

“Maybe but it’s necessary. There is no such thing as healing. You just have to pull yourself together and be strong so it can’t hurt you anymore.”

You laugh. “You know, I could so easily throw this back at you but I won’t because, unlike you, I care about not hurting the people that I love.”

It takes you a moment after he freezes to realize what you had just said.

“You love me?”

You sigh defeatedly. There is no point denying it now. “Yeah, I'm an idiot, right?”

You don’t know what you expect him to say in response to your unintentional confession, but anything would’ve hurt less than his silence. It makes the already vulnerable confession feel even more compromising.

“Forget it. I don’t know why I even bother.”

“Wait, I…” He calls out and you pause, that damned hope in the pit of your stomach refusing to die already no matter how much bitterness you’re forced to swallow down every day because of him. “You what?”

But he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you like a cornered cat. Is declaring your love really that frightening for him? Does he even know how to process human emotions?

You give him a disappointed look and turn on your heel, marching out the door and he lets you.

He lets you.

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You find Kai in the harp room, but he’s not playing anymore. He’s sitting hunched over, his head down and cradled in his hands–-the picture of despair, and you can’t help but hurt for him. You know too well what it feels like to lose your dearest friend.

“Hey sweetheart.” You call out timidly and he cranes his head to look back at you. You can see the redness of his eyes even from where you stand. He doesn’t return your greeting, just puts his head back in his hands so you walk further into the room but you don’t take a seat next to him. You don’t feel welcome to anymore.

“I’m so sorry for everything.” You venture but he stays quiet. “I know this is very hard for you. Losing friends, especially in this way can be difficult.”

That’s when he lifts his head to glare at you. “Don’t talk about it like we just drifted apart or something. Taehyun wants to kill him!”

“Well, maybe he won’t find him.” You suggest dumbly. You’re not very good at this. You’ve never been put in such a situation before. Has anyone?

“He is injured.”

“Maybe some other lord will take him in and treat his wound?” You continue to grasp at straws.

“With a death sentence hanging over his head from Taehyun? No one would take that risk.” He retorts once again, clearly finding your suggestions stupid.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Kai. I wish I could help.”

“But you can. You can talk to Taehyun.” He beseeches, finally getting up. “Convince him to pardon him like you did with that old man.”

“I already tried but he refused.” You shake your head, “He says it would put him in danger if the other lords think they can get away with treason.”

“Then he can do it secretly like last time.”

You give him a pitying look. “I don’t think he’ll agree to that. That would be too much of a risk.”

“Just try!” Kai cries in desperation, “Tell him you won’t marry him if he doesn’t. Do something!”

“Honey, I know this is hard–” You reach out to touch him but he stops you with a cold look. “Don’t.”

Your hand drops to your side.

“I just…” He swallows, looking away. “Need to be alone right now.”

“I understand.” You concede sadly, practically seeing your friendship with him shattering right in front of your eyes, and knowing you can do absolutely nothing about it.

This isn’t fair to you. It’s not like you wanted to hurt Jaeyun. He’s the one who decided to betray you all, and it’s not fair that Kai is blaming you for this.

The sour taste of anger and resentment bubbles up in your throat but you push it down because even though it’s not fair, you know that things are never fair when it comes to those we love.

Kai is young. He’s lived his whole life seamlessly with Taehyun and Jaeyun. But here you come out of nowhere, putting his best friend in danger and turning his brother against him. It may not be your fault but, in Kai’s eyes, your presence is what instigated this.

He just needs some time and space to process things and then he’ll come around. Or at least that’s what you hope.

_______________________

Unlike Beomgyu’s wedding to Ryujin and how it slowly crept forward like death, inevitable, your wedding to Taehyun came at you with startling speed.

There weren’t any big preparations to do or any guests from other lands to invite over so there was no need for any delays. Especially that Taehyun wanted the wedding done and over with before any news of it got back to Beomgyu.

The days went by in a blur, so fast that it didn’t really sink in that you’re marrying Taehyun until the night before the wedding when Kai came to visit you.

You hadn’t talked to him since his fight with Taehyun. He’d been avoiding you, and so when you see him, you attempt to not let the interaction be stifled with any uncomfortable emotions.

“Came to wish me good luck?” You joke lightly, but no amount of willpower could keep the smile on your face for long when he looks at you so unhappily.

“Please don’t go through with this. He’s going to hurt my brother.”

You let your facial muscles fall into a disillusioned expression like they want to. You’re not going to let him pin everything down on you like Jaeyun did on your own wedding night. “He’s not. Taehyun said this is the way to stop him. If I’m married, he won’t be able to just take me without any repercussions.”

But Kai isn’t convinced, “And you actually believe that that would stop him?”

Fuck. You hate how you’re so easy to read.

You falter for a second, but pull yourself together by sheer will. “I have to believe it.”

You spent your whole life wishing for this moment–to be married to a rich and powerful lord who would respect you and provide for you, and Taehyun is that. You refuse to be guilted out of this because of something outside of your control. Why do all the other nobles get a shot at happiness but when you try to take yours, you’re being a bad person? You deserve to be happy too, right?

You’re happy about this marriage, right?

You shake your head to dispel the doubts that plague you like flies swarming a rotten carcass. “And if it won’t, you’re just going to have to trust in the capabilities of your brother. He asked me to marry him knowing full well what Beomgyu is capable of. He’s not some weakling that Beomgyu can crush. He can defend himself, and I don’t think he’d appreciate you trying to make his decisions for him.”

“He may not be happy about my interference, but you know just as well as I do that Taehyun gets tunnel-vision when it comes to things like this and he becomes blind to the bigger picture. He wants to help you but he’s not taking into account how doing that would end up jeopardizing everyone else.”

“Are you saying that he’s only marrying me out of charity? Because he’s not. He said so himself!” You defend yourself pathetically.

“He is fond of you, that much is obvious, and I know you also bear some affection for him, and that is why I’m asking you to step aside. If you truly love him, wouldn’t you want him not to get hurt?” He pleads with you.

“Of course, I don’t want him to get hurt! I thought about it a million times but your brother is strong and he wants to do this.” You shout, getting emotional. “And what about me? Don’t you care about my safety or my happiness? Didn’t you want me and Taehyun to be together? Or was I only good when it benefited you?”

Kai at least has the grace to look ashamed of himself. “I do care about you but he’s my family.”

"And I'm not." You let out a short laugh. “Got it.”

This has always been your life. No matter how much some people may claim to accept you, you'll never be their family. Wonyoung did it before and now Kai, and your hatred for your own family reignites once again. If only they had embraced you. If only they had put you first like other families did their own, you wouldn't even be in this position.

“I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I know.” You acknowledge, but the bitterness still burns your tongue. “Look. Beomgyu is the prince, yes, but he is the second in line. He doesn’t have as much power as you think he does. Especially that his father doesn’t even approve of me being there. He would do anything to keep me here so that limits Beomgyu even more. If he could've done something, he would’ve done it already instead of sending Jaeyun after me. He probably has nothing.”

“I want to believe you. I so very want for all of this to work out.” Kai effuses, stressed out, “But what if you’re wrong? What if he has merely been threatening us all this time, and when he finds out about you marrying Taehyun, he will unleash his real power?”

You run your hands through your hair nervously. You fear that too. Beomgyu was never a fighter but you know he has great relations in the royal court and out of it. He always had a way with people. You’d seen him charm his way through many situations and recently you’d seen just how manipulative and cunning he could be. He might be capable of much more than you can imagine.

But you can’t give into your fears. Taehyun is an adept and proven warlord, unlike Beomgyu. You don’t have any real evidence to say that Beomgyu can actually harm Taehyun in any way. You were able to defend yourself against Jaeyun so Taehyun sure as hell can defend himself against any attacker too. For all you know, Beomgyu is just bluffing.

You shake your head again. “There is nothing he can throw at us that we won’t be able to take.”

Kai sighs and lets his head hang low for a moment. You can see the tension in his shoulder, and hear how exhausted he is. The worry must be weighing heavily on him, and It makes a pang of guilt shoot through your heart.

“I really hope you’re right about this.” He says finally, picking his head up and moving towards the door to take his leave. But before he passes through it, he cranes his head back to say one last thing, “For your sake more than anyone.”

Then the door slams shut behind him.

Your mind races to try to process his parting words. Was that a threat? Is this his way of warning you that if Taehyun gets hurt, you're going to pay for it?

In all cases, you now know for sure that you’re losing Kai. That’s two down out of the three people who you thought actually cared for you here. Now you only have Taehyun, and his love for you has always been under serious doubt.

You didn’t have many people back at the castle either but at least Wonyoung never threatened you. At least Beomgyu loved you.

That night, all you could think about is Beomgyu.

First, you think about what he might have in store for you. If he really has more up his sleeve than you think, and how it could even be possible for him to take you from Taehyun if you got married.

Then it turns to wondering what he might be doing right now. If he’s thinking about you like you’re thinking about him. How he might take the news of your marriage. You know it would crush him. You still remember how he cried the night you left him. You can’t imagine what he’ll feel when he discovers that you gave yourself in marriage to another man. It would kill him, you’re sure of it, because it’s killing you.

You miss him so much, and in your moment of weakness, you allow yourself to wish you were back in his arms. He would hold you so tightly and never let go. He would tell you that he loves you over and over until you have no thought left in your brain other than being loved by him. Oh, how you long to be loved again…

You only realize you’re crying when you feel the dampness of your pillow against your cheek. You know it’s ridiculous. He’s married too. You’re not doing anything different, but somehow this just feels so final. If Taehyun is right, then you’ll never again get to have his arms around you, listen to his comforting voice, feel the sense of peace that could only come with knowing that you’re in the presence of your soulmate.

This feels like he’s being ripped away from you all over again, and this time permanently.

______________________

He doesn’t leave you even in your dreams.

You’re on that beach again, like you are every night, and he’s sprawled down in the sand in front of you, bleeding and crying out your name. He can’t see you and you can’t reach out to him. He’s wailing about how you’ve hurt him, how you’ve betrayed him, how you’ve never loved him. Every muscle in your body aches to run to him and take him in your arms, assure him that you do love him, that you wouldn’t have done this if you saw any other way, that you long for nothing more than to be with him again, but you can’t move. You just stand there and watch while he screams for you.

When you wake up, your face looks so puffy and haggard that no amount of cosmetics could make it better, not that you had much on hand anyway. You look the worst you’ve ever looked in your life, and you feel it too. You must make quite a spectacle walking down that aisle. Luckily, there aren’t many people here to see the ghastly bride.

In typical Taehyun fashion, the wedding is modest and small. He doesn’t waste any money on frivolous expenses like decorations or music. Usually that would bother you, you always imagined your wedding to be a spectacular affair much like Beomgyu’s wedding… more specifically, the same as Beomgyu’s wedding because you had always fantasized about being his bride. There would be flowers of every kind from all around the world, but the most prominent ones would be sunflowers, your favorite. The chapel would be draped in the most gorgeous whites. He’d wear a golden suit even more ethereal than the one he wore on his wedding, and you’d wear the prettiest wedding dress ever made. But Beomgyu would still see nothing but you because, to him, you’re more beautiful than any dress ever could be. The celebration would be held in a huge ballroom and the guests would come in wearing their finest jewels and apparel to share in your merriment. You would dance all night and laugh and drink. And when he takes you back to your marriage bed, he would take a moment to just stand there and let it sink in that you’re finally going to belong to each other forever.

Your actual wedding is nothing like that.

It’s an intimate affair, just you, Taehyun, the priest and a few lords to bear witness to the marriage. The chapel is small and bare, no sign of the normal revelry of weddings in sight. Your dress is pretty enough, made of lace and studded with crystals, but the beauty of it is dampened by the fact that it belongs to Taehyun’s departed mother. You suppose what Taehyun is wearing is more elaborate than anything you’ve ever seen on him, but the somber dark blue of its color combined with your dress, borrowed from the dead, makes it seem like he's an undertaker escorting an unfortunate young bride to her grave.

Taehyun made sure to invite only his most trusted advisors, so the news won’t get out to Beomgyu before the wedding, and even then, he only let them know the night before.

This wedding isn’t what you had imagined as a little kid at all, but somehow, that makes it easier to get through. There was no need for maintaining appearances or socializing. It’s a miserable wedding befitting a runaway and her divisive lord.

And so the wedding goes by in a blur, and without a hitch. Well, almost.

When the part where you actually give your consent to getting married to him comes, you waver.

Standing there, looking at the emotionless countenance of the man in front of you, your mind once again wanders to how Beomgyu would’ve looked in this moment. You imagine he’d be the happiest you’d ever seen him. He’d tear up a little, and then so will you because you both just can’t believe how lucky you are to be marrying your soulmate.

But Taehyun is not your soulmate, and his eyes are as cold as ever as he gazes down at you.

“My lady?” The priest calls to you when you remain silent for too long.

You look at him then look around the room. You feel short of breath as you realize that you’re surrounded by people who don’t care about you, standing in front of a man who doesn’t love you, who may never love you, and you feel a soul-crushing sense of hopelessness because you know you have no other choice but to marry him.

You keep your tears to yourself, and recite your lines as if out of your body.

Taehyun only pauses to scrutinize you for a second, and you can only imagine what is going on inside his head for his expression remains unreadable to you, before he recites his own vows quickly and efficiently. And just like that, you’re married.

The celebration after is lackluster and joyless–for you have no family or friends to celebrate with. The only two people you cared to celebrate this day with you are either on the run or think that you’ll be the downfall of Taehyun.

Only one exception breaks the monotony of your depressing wedding; the unexpected appearance of a band that comes on to play the sappiest love songs you’ve ever heard. They’re truly god-awful and out of place, and by the confused looks of the other lords and how Taehyun seems to avoid your gaze, you know that he got them just for you, and for the first time today, the feeling that you’re making a huge mistake lifts off you just a little bit.

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The rest of the muted celebration goes by in a haze, and before you know it, you’re in front of your marriage bed.

You have your back to Taehyun as you face the bed, silently gathering up the courage to do this.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous now. You’ve wanted him in an intimate way for a long time and now you can have him. But it just feels so wrong. He’s your husband, but he’s not your soulmate. He’s your husband but he doesn’t love you.

Taking in one last big gulp of air, you let your robe fall off your body and turn around, letting him see you in all your nakedness.

You can see that he is hesitant, but he lets his eyes wander over your body, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulps. But he doesn’t make a move towards you. He just stands back with his glass of wine still in his hand, forcing you to gather up even more courage than you thought you had in order to speak up and not fall to the floor to pull your robe back around your body. "Aren't you going to take what's yours, my lord?"

Finally, he puts the glass down and moves towards you. You steel yourself up, anticipating his touch, but get confused when he leans down to get your robe and drape it back over you.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He tells you, and suddenly, all your feelings of apprehension and self-doubt transform to anger. You can’t believe he is pulling this shit on your wedding night. "Do you not want me? Is that it? Am I not desirable enough for you?"

He has the audacity to look taken aback. "What? No. You’re stunning. You’re so… sexy.” His voice grows hoarse as his eyes flit to your breasts that lay exposed by the loosely draped robe,. “It was hard holding back all this time."

“Then why did you?” You ask, frustrated.

“I would never defile a woman like that.”

“I was already defiled.” You snort bitterly.

“No, you’re not.” He protests firmly, “What he did to you, it was against your will.”

“But this is not.” You groan, “Why didn’t you at least show me that you want me? Why do you always have to make me feel so unwanted?”

“I–I…” He looks unsure of himself. “I’m just not used to these things. I’ve never been with a woman like that before. I don’t know how to act. I’ve only ever known blood and death.”

His woe is me attitude is really getting on your nerves, and you’re not going to take that excuse any longer, not on your wedding night.

Grabbing him by his shirt, you push him down on the bed and straddle him.

He looks up at you, wide eyed. “What are you doing?”

“Shut up.” You kiss him.

Taehyun’s lips are always chapped from the cold weather and lack of care, so unlike Beomgyu’s soft, smooth lips. It's another side of him that is rough and raw, making up the unpolished amalgamation that is him. But the inside of his mouth is just as searing, drawing you in as he lets you deepen the kiss to your heart’s content.

At least he kisses you back like he means it, and when you move to push your body closer to his, you feel his hard member brush against your thigh.

You break the kiss to lean back and look at him, noticing how his pupils have dilated to overtake his gray irises. Deliberately, you rock your hips against his, making his breath hitch and his hands fly to grab at your hips.

“Do you like that, my lord?”

“You’re my wife now. Don’t call me that.” He rasps.

“I am your wife, and I’ll call you whatever I want.” You tangle your fingers through his hair and pull his head slightly back to bear his neck. He keeps his eyes on you as you lean down and run your mouth over the sensitive skin, feeling goosebumps sprout under your lips.

“Do you want me, my lord?” You ask pointedly, emphasizing your words with another roll of your hips.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Your lips latch onto his neck, sucking a bruise into his skin as your fingers start to undo his shirt. When you’re done, you push it off his body, your lips making their way from his neck down his chest, continuing to mark his skin in vengeance for all the times he made you feel unwanted so that when he looks at himself in the mirror, he’ll remember how you made him feel.

As you make your way down his body, you feel the muscles of his belly tense under you, and when you start unbuttoning his pants, he pulls himself up on his elbows to stop you.

“Wait—” He says, voice strained as you pull his cock out of his pants, touching him skin to skin for the first time. “You don’t have to do–”

You cut him off by taking his dick in your mouth.

“Oh…” He gasps shakily, falling back on the bed, and pride fills your chest.

You've never done this before with Beomgyu, even though he always begged you to do it. You just thought it was too demeaning. Besides, you couldn’t imagine how you could possibly fit him in your mouth. Taehyun is your husband though–it’s not as demeaning doing this to him, and he is smaller than Beomgyu so you imagine you can take him easier. Besides, you heard that this drives men crazy and you want to make Taehyun lose control for once.

You suck on his cock like you read about before, keeping your eyes on Taehyun to see how he would react. It seemed like the tighter your mouth was around him, the better he liked it. He also likes it better when you wet his cock with your saliva, making the slide of your mouth over him easier.

The noises that fill the room make your cheeks flame. You know you said that it was demeaning, but seeing the normally stoic man tense under you and hearing his quiet gasps every time your mouth would get close to the head of his cock made you wetter than you’d care to admit.

You wonder how Beomgyu would’ve looked if you had agreed to suck him off. He would be loud, that’s for sure, debauched and urging you to go faster and harder. He’d have your hair wrapped around his fist–

No! You need to stop thinking about him. You’re with your husband for fuck’s sake, and you shouldn’t be thinking about Beomgyu in that way especially after he violated you against your will.

Wanting to punish yourself for thinking of him, you force your mouth down on Taehyun’s cock more than you can take, the top of it hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Oh fuck, stop, stop, I’m going to cum…” Taehyun squirms and you pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth and hitting his belly with an obscene wet sound that makes you grow even wetter.

“Shit, what are you doing to me?” He laments as he tries to catch his breath.

You don’t let him though, quickly pushing your robe off, revealing yourself to him once again, and there is no denying how aroused he is when you see how his cock twitches at the sight.

You smile, climbing on top of him and grabbing his cock in one hand while pleasuring yourself with the other in order to make sure you’re wet enough to take him.

“I’m your husband. Let me do that for you.” Taehyun croons, moving his hand further up your thigh, but you know that if you let him, you might lose control and you don’t want that. You want him to be the one feeling overwhelmed for once.

“No. You wanted me to show you how I can take charge, right? Well, I am taking charge.” You position his cock at your entrance and slowly sink down on him.

His gasp when he first feels you around him and the strangled moan he lets out once he’s all inside make the pain of not having prepared yourself fully better. Still, you give the both of you some time. It’s his first time, and while it’s not yours, you only had sex once and it was a long time ago so it still stings a bit.

“Can you… move?” He grunts after a while, splaying his fingers over your ass as if he’s prepared to move you himself if you don’t. You wonder if he’ll do it.

“I don’t know if you deserve it after the way you made me feel.” You pretend to think it over, clenching around his length just to tease him.

“Please.” He chokes out, his hands gripping your ass tightly, and that one word, coming from him, drives you wild.

“Fine.” You steady your hands on his chest and start riding him.

He fits you perfectly, his cock filling you up just the right amount. It hits all the right places without stretching you out too much, and it feels great.

But he doesn't overwhelm you like Beomgyu does, doesn't leave no room for other thoughts. No, you have to physically push these thoughts out yourself. He is obviously enjoying it too but he’s not wild about you like Beomgyu is. He’s not reacting to you like he needs you to breathe… and you’re addicted to being needed. It’s sick that even though Beomgyu took you against your will, you still want him because, in the most fucked up way, it showed you how much he needed you.

But this is good for you–not a smothering love and a burning need so intense it incinerates your skin, but a steady fire that warms you up enough to survive the winter. You just need to get used to the chill against your skin as you work hard on stoking the fire.

Maybe that’s why you keep prompting him to tell you how he feels, to reassure you that he’s still enjoying it. "You feel good?"

He nods, biting down on his lip.

"It doesn't suit you to be meek, my lord. Speak up."

"Yes." He answers, voice tight.

That gives you the reassurance and drive to keep going, and you move faster over him.

He still doesn't vocalize much but judging by how tense he looks and how tightly he grabs onto you, you can tell he likes it.

“How is your first time, my lord? Is my pussy as good as you thought it would be?” You mewl, your hands hanging onto his body as you ride him, feeling the hard planes of his muscles under your fingers.

“It’s better.” He grunts, his big hands spreading your asscheeks apart. “Can I go faster, beautiful?”

You want him to, you really do, but he has not lost control yet, hasn't gotten desperate enough for your liking, so you don’t let him.

“No. I like it this way.”

“Seems like you just want to see me go crazy.” He calls you out, but you brush it off. “So? You’re my husband, don’t I get to do what I want to you?”

“Yes, my beautiful.” He cajols, reaching out with one hand to cup your breast. When his thumb brushes over your nipple, you falter, breath stuttering and your body arching into his touch. Noticing your reaction, he doubles down, moving both hands to your breasts and playing with your nipples.

“Fuck…” You whimper, leaking arousal around his cock and making a mess.

You can’t let him fuck you up like this. You need to regain control. So, leaning over him, you anchor yourself to better ride him, moving your hips up and down faster.

When Taehyun’s breathing picks up and eyelids fall heavy over his hazy eyes, you know you’ve reclaimed the upper hand. His soft, shuddered breaths are like music to your ear, egging you to fuck him faster so his eyes would gloss over completely.

And you try your damn hardest, but before you can accomplish that, you start to tire out, your thighs burning from the effort, and you’re forced to slow down.

Curiously, that pulls a quiet whine from Taehyun. “Why did you slow down?”

You grab his hands and lower them to your ass again, “Take over for me, won’t you, my dear?”

“Whatever you want.” He murmurs, his eyes falling to where you’re joined together as he grabs fistfuls of your ass and starts moving you over him. It would probably be easier for him to thrust upwards but Taehyun is so strong that it’s easy for him to lift your body up and bring you down onto his dick in rapid, vigorous strokes.

The drag of his cock against your walls and the way he doesn’t take his eyes off your pussy that keeps swallowing him are so good that you almost don’t think about Beomgyu anymore as your orgasm approaches.

But before you can fall over the edge, Taehyun’s strained voice calls to you. "I'm going to cum."

"No. Hold it.” You whine, clinging onto your building orgasm. “I'm not there yet. Can you do that for me, my lord?" You drawl seductively, and he seems to like that.

“Yes.” He shudders, his face scrunching up as he doubles down on his efforts, bouncing you on his cock with impressive ease.

You gaze down at him with hazy eyes, marveling over how his muscles bulge with each movement. “Taehyun, touch me.” You plead, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it between your legs.

“Fuck, so wet and smooth.” Taehyun groans as his fingers rub the velvety skin of your pussy. His touches are untrained and unfocused, but the rough calluses on his fingers make you shudder every time he invariably brushes against your clit.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on the building pressure, but you realize your mistake when you see the image of Beomgyu plastered over the back of your eyelids.

Gasping, you find yourself suddenly hurled over the edge.

“Oh, oh god.” You mewl, your body shaking and your pussy spasming over Taehyun’s cock as you cum.

“I can’t–-I can’t—” Taehyun chokes, his hips bucking up and pushing his cock further into your pussy. It feels so good but you can’t let him cum inside you.

Whimpering, you sit up on jittery legs, making his cock fall out of your pussy.

“Why–” He growls, but before he can finish his question, you grab his cock and jerk him off, your hand sliding fast over his slick length and easily salvaging his high.

"Cum for me, my lord."

Disappointingly, he goes completely still and quiet as he comes. Only once his cum is splattered across his stomach, does his breathing return in shaky pants.

You have to admit, he looks incredibly sexy though. The usually cold lord lying under you on his back, skin glistening with sweat and cum. It may not be that hunger that you crave but it’s a pretty sight.

"Was that good?" You ask, still needing the reassurance since he won’t talk otherwise.

"It was incredible.” He confesses, and then adds, “Now I understand why some men go to war over this."

“Well, you might just have to.” You snort but Taehyun doesn’t seem to find it funny anymore.

“I can take him.”

You give him a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, and thankfully, for once, Taehyun understands that you don’t want to talk about it. You feel a flood of shame wash over you as you remember what just happened. You just came to the thought of Beomgyu. You just had your first orgasm with your new husband while thinking of your past lover who forced himself on you.

You're a terrible, sick human being.

As if you could feel any worse about yourself, Taehyun asks, "Was that… good for you also?" He cringes at his own wording and doesn't meet your eyes. It's a bit endearing if you're honest.

"It was." You say, fighting against your inner shame to reach a hand out to touch his shoulder.

"Was it as… did it feel…" He keeps starting and stopping his sentences and, in that moment, you realize how unsure and out of his depth he is.

"What is it, Taehyun?"

He finally looks into your eyes, and you see his gaze flit between them, searching for something. You hope he finds it but it seems like he doesn’t, for he moves you gently to the side and gets up off the bed, mumbling, "Nothing. Forget about it."

This enigmatic interaction makes you wonder if there have been other moments like this before that you just hadn’t noticed–moments when he felt unsure about something but never mentioned it to you. And that just makes you latch onto this more.

"Taehyun, you can talk to me. I know this was your first time and it can be stressful–"

"It's not that." He cuts you off as he grabs a rag to wipe himself off. "I was just worried because I didn't do much. I'm the man. I should be the one pleasing you."

You get a feeling that that's not really what's bothering him but you can see from the way his shoulders hunch up stiffly that he has put his guard back up and is not willing to divulge anymore at this moment so you have to regrettably let it go. It's not like you're that forthcoming with him either.

"The man? That's unlike you to say."

He snorts, acknowledging it. "I don't usually but it's the duty of a husband to please his wife."

"Well consider me pleased."

You watch as Taehyun grabs both of you your sleeping attire. He puts his on, which consists of only a pair of soft pants, then hands you yours.

“You don’t wear any clothes to sleep?” You ask as you slip on your silk nightgown.

“I get very hot in my sleep.”

“Here?” You ask incredulously and he shrugs. “I guess my body just runs at a higher temperature.”

“No kidding.” You mutter, not believing that anyone can find the local weather anything but chilling.

Taehyun gets into bed beside you and draws the cover over his button half. You get under the covers too, and neither of you makes any attempt to move closer to the other.

"Do you need anything?" He asks, fidgeting with the cover in his lap.

"Uh, no." You reply just as awkwardly. He looks at you like he wants to say or do something but is very hesitant about it. "Do you need anything?"

His eyes widen as he realizes he's been staring, and he shakes his head. "No."

“Well, goodnight.” You say, lying down on your side of the bed.

“Goodnight.” He whispers, and you think you hear him sigh before he grabs the candle on the nightstand, blowing the flame out and plunging you into darkness.

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You can’t sleep. You’re not alone in bed so you can’t toss and turn restlessly like you usually do so all that nervous energy remains trapped up inside you and makes you even tenser, like a coiled spring. You're also very cold but you can’t bundle all the covers around you because you'd be taking them from Taehyun.

So you can’t do anything but lie very still and watch him sleep as you curl into a ball on the other side of the bed.

You try to focus on his breathing, slow and deep, in and out, in and out… but it only helps to slow your heart rate down a little and nothing more. And it spikes back up again when he suddenly opens his eyes.

“You’re watching me sleep.” He states. “I can’t sleep while someone is watching me.”

“Sorry, I just can’t sleep.” You mumble sheepishly at having been caught.

It's quiet for a while as he stares back at you and your eyebrows furrow. Did he fall asleep with his eyes open?

But then he speaks up, startling you once again. “Can I help?”

You think about it for a moment, hesitating. You’re cold and this castle still freaks you out. You'd feel better if you were in a warm and safe embrace, but you don’t know if you can ask that of him. Which is hilarious because he's your husband. You had sex with him, but you can’t ask him to cuddle you?

Fuck it. The both of you won't get any sleep if you stay like this.

“Can you hold me? I’m cold.” You venture to ask, but immediately regret it when he stiffens.

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to–”

“No, no, come here.” He rushes to say, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards him, unintentionally using a little too much power and jerking on your shoulder roughly.

“Ow!”’ You yelp and he quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry.”

But then it gets quiet again.

“...now what?” He wonders, lost, and it would be cute if it wasn't so uncomfortable.

“You put your arms around me.”

“Okay.” He wraps his arms around you awkwardly. He obviously hasn’t done this before with the way you’re positioned, face to face with his arms loosely draped around you as if he’s afraid to touch you. You want to say something but the charged air is just too stifling to cut through. So you close your eyes and just try to go to sleep. Or at least pretend to sleep until he does.

But then he speaks up. “Is this helping?”

Well, he is hot like he said so you're not cold anymore, but if anything you're even more stressed now. You feel like you can't move a muscle or even breathe in too deeply so as not to disturb him. So you just lie perfectly still, but he doesn’t. For some reason, his leg keeps shaking.

But him speaking up gives you the courage to speak too.

“Not really. You keep shaking your leg."

“Oh sorry.” He apologizes in a way that makes you think he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “It’s a nervous habit.”

“It’s okay.” You sigh and pull away. “I’ll just get a drink.”

"Oh, okay."

You get up and go pour yourself some wine. “Want some?” You ask Taehyun who is now sitting up in bed, but not looking at you.

“No, thank you.”

“You’re still shaking your leg.” You remark, before taking a big gulp from your cup.

“Oh, fuck.” He slaps his hand down on his leg as if to physically hold it in place then laughs. “If my father was here, he would whip me for this. He always hated when I did that, said it made me look like a nervous rat.”

“That’s awful.”

It really is. The more you hear about his father–which isn’t much since Taehyun is not the type of man to divulge his pain to anyone–the more you grow to hate him for what he did to Taehyun and his little brother.

“Yeah well, he was an awful man.” He shrugs. “I thought I kicked the habit years ago. Don’t know why it’s back.”

“I know.” You snort. “You’re uncomfortable around me.”

“I’m not… uncomfortable around you. I'm just uncomfortable about this whole situation in general.”

“Well, you certainly know how to make a lady feel better.”

He winces, and you can see him collect himself before he forces himself to look at you. "This is all just so new to me but I'm trying. I swear I am.”

You take another mouthful of your drink and look away. "And what if that's not enough for me?"

"Don't say that."

You shrug and down the rest of your cup. “Maybe I should go sleep in my old room.”

“No.” He says with an unexpected finality. “You’re my wife. We should sleep in the same bed. I’m just… not good at this. So… help me?” He asks you with a vulnerability you're not used to from him, and even though you want nothing more right now than to escape the suffocating awkwardness of the situation, you don’t have the heart to refuse him.

You put down your empty glass and join him on the bed. “Lay down.” You tell him and he obeys, looking up at you with a lost expression on his face that is painfully reminiscent of a child who is not used to any kind of affection.

Your heart lurches in your chest as you grab his arm that is closest to you and pull it away from his body so you can curl yourself around his side, resting your head onto his shoulder and draping your arm over his torso.

“Try to relax.” You whisper, to yourself as much as to him, and you feel him nod. But after a while, he still hasn’t relaxed much.

Should things be this difficult? It was never difficult with Beomgyu. In fact, it was the holding back that was hard. But maybe that’s a good thing. Things came so easy to Beomgyu that he felt entitled to more than you were willing to give and he justified it by saying how much you wanted him too. It may be awkward and unfamiliar with Taehyun but at least he never took more than you gave him. It may not be easy but you have to try your best to make it work. He's your husband now.

So when Taehyun’s leg starts shaking again, you think of what Beomgyu might’ve done to calm you down in this situation and that's when an idea pops into your head.

Craning your head up, you cup his cheek and pull his lips to yours.

Every time you kiss him, he seems to reciprocate it faster, like he was waiting for you to make the move. Being more receptive to physical touch than emotional or verbal ones, this seems to succeed in calming him down, and he stops shaking his leg.

When you pull away, he looks down at you, murmuring a soft sorry that you answer with a small smile.

You’ll make this work no matter how hard it is. You have to.

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Things are better for the next couple of months after the wedding. Taehyun slowly--painfully slowly, seems to become less tense around you, and more flustered. You don’t have to ask him to hold you to sleep at night. He doesn't refuse you when you touch him. He's still stand-offish when you're not behind closed doors but you catch him stealing glances at you during the day, quickly looking away when your eyes meet his.

It was kind of cute. But you can’t fully enjoy it as much as you’d like to because there is one thing occupying your mind and not allowing you to let your guard down.

You know that the news of your marriage must've reached Beomgyu by now, and yet he hasn't said a word to you since, no letter, no nothing. Why is he so quiet? Shouldn't he have said something by now? Condemned you? Cursed you? Threatened you? Anything would’ve freaked you out less than his unnerving silence.

Could he possibly be preparing something huge? Or was your betrayal so harrowing that he actually gave up on you? Could he have hurt himself because of you?

Oh god, please don't let it be that. You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you found out that you’re the reason he hurt himself in any way.

“Wondering why he’s so silent too?” Kai’s voice drifts to you on the wind as you stand on the now familiar ledge, trying to clear your thoughts.

“Yes.” You admit, “Maybe he gave up on me like Taehyun said.”

“Why do you sound so sad saying it?”

“Kai–”

“I really hope he did. Taehyun seems happy with you. You know, he sometimes looks off into the distance and smiles randomly when he thinks no one is paying him any attention. It's weird." Kai looks at you with a hint of the previous friendly mischievous you used to share and you can’t help but smile in response.

“You’re really making him change. It’s amazing to see. You’re the perfect woman for him.” He ends on a seemingly unfinished note, and you can’t help but prod, even though you know you won’t like it. “But?”

“But I wish you didn’t come with a crazy prince in tow.”

There it is. You sigh heavily, staring at the waves in the distance, wishing you could feel them against your skin once again like you did that last time you and Beomgyu were together. You could really use a soul cleansing right now, but you wonder if it would be the same without him, if the waves would wash over you and purify you like they did last time or if they would crash onto you and submerge you, pulling you down until you can’t breathe anymore.

“I don’t believe your prince has given up. This is just the silence before the storm." Kai informs you, leaning on his elbows over the low stone wall that stands between you and sure death down below, and looks off into the distance. "And I can already see it brewing.”

A sense of dread fills you up as you follow his gaze, already feeling the salt water burning at your throat.

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And what a storm it is.

“He is going to kill you.” You hear Kai’s raised voice even before you open the door.

“I can handle myself.” Taehyun replies, tone as reserved as ever but you can tell that there is an edge to it.

“You should’ve thought hard before you married–”

Something really bad must’ve happened. You just know it. You can feel your heart beat erratically as you swing the door open and step in. “What is going on?”

It’s Kai that hits you with the news, devoid of any of the courteous preparation anyone else might’ve attempted before delivering such life-altering information.

“The king is dead. So is the crown prince. They were murdered in their sleep.”

Oh god no. Bile and words race each other to claw their way up your throat.

“And B-Beomgyu?”

“Injured but alive.”

You've never felt so relieved before in your life, and it's obvious on you, as Kai doesn’t fail to remark.

"Look at her. She's happy he's okay. She doesn't even know what this means." He sneers, gesturing to Taehyun wildly, and the latter regards you with narrowed eyes.

"Don't you understand what's happening?" Taehyun asks you but you stare at him cluelessly, your brain still flooded with relief at knowing that Beomgyu is okay.

"Your prince has to have been the one who killed them." Taehyun explains slowly, irately. "The news of our marriage must've reached him, and he's making his move."

Realization falls on you like an anchor, pinning you to your spot with the sheer weight of it, and ripping through the tenous foundations of the life you’ve built here. Now that his father and older brother are dead, you realize that there is nothing standing between you and him anymore.

Except one person.

Your eyes snap towards Taehyun in horror, and he understands your concern immediately.

“Don’t worry. As I was just telling Kai, he’s not going to hurt me.” He reassures you then turns towards Kai to continue, “He can’t hurt me even if he tried. He’s just a royal prick that is mad that someone dared to take his toy away from him.”

His wording offends you. Beomgyu doesn’t think of you as a toy. He loves you, which is more than you can say for Taehyun.

You know this isn’t what you should be concerning yourself with at this moment, but to hear Taehyun degrade your relationship with Beomgyu in this way felt incredibly hurtful. Beomgyu is the only person who ever loved you, and Taehyun's implication that you were just a play thing for him shatters you, because if he didn't love you and Taehyun doesn’t love you then who does?

Your self-involved inner tirade is interrupted as the two brothers continue their fight.

“Even if that’s true, how can you be so sure that he can’t hurt you? He’s a prince! No, he's now the fucking king.” Kai shouts.

“And I’m a goddamn warlord. I know how to defend my land and my people.” Taehyun yells back.

“You know, you have a lot of shit to say about my shortcomings but this…” Kai gestures around vaguely, “This ego and stubbornness and misguided need to save everyone might just be the death of you.”

Kai’s words shock Taehyun into silence. You can tell by his reaction that Kai has never spoken to him that way before.

You feel horrible for having come between the two brothers like that. It’s all your fault they’re fighting. And Kai doesn’t shy away from blaming you.

“And you,” Kai turns on you. “I thought you said he had nothing. That didn’t seem like he has nothing."

“Maybe it wasn’t him.” You sputter dumbly. It's a weak attempt at deflection and you both know it. “You said he was injured too. Maybe there was actually some kind of conspiracy and he managed to escape it.”

“Are you stupid? So these unknown conspirators just so happen to kill the only two people standing between him and the throne while only managing to injure him non-fatally? It's so obvious that he’s behind this." Kai screams at you, "If you don’t go back to him–”

Taehyun jolts out of his shocked state with fury. He walks up to Kai and grabs him by the collar, snarling in his face, “You’re my brother and I love you but if you ever even suggest that she give herself back to him, I'm going to make you regret it.”

Kai regards his brother with a look of shock and disbelief. "After all we've been through, you’re going to beat me up over a stranger?"

"She’s not a stranger. She’s my wife now, which makes her my family as much as you are."

That makes you melt. Taehyun is such a reserved man, so hearing him say this, especially to his brother, means more to you than you can begin to express. He thinks of you as his family. No matter how crazy he is for thinking he can take on Beomgyu, it's still so touching to know that he's willing to go to war to protect you. His family. You finally have a family.

Kai’s wide eyes flit between you and Taehyun, and you fumble nervously under his gaze that turns condemning before he pushes Taehyun off him and walks away.

“Taehyun….” You approach him, unsure of what to say. You want to tell him how much this means to you, but you can’t find the words and you worry that even if you do, he's going to reply with something that would ruin the moment like he's wont to do.

Wait, why do you have to say anything? You can just show him. You fling your arms around him and pull him into a deep kiss, pouring your gratitude into it.

"Thank you for letting me into your family."

"You don't have to thank me for that. It's your right."

You give him a grateful smile. He must not realize how huge this is for you but it is.

But then guilt plagues at you and you start gnawing on your lower lip nervously.

Taehyun frowns at that and lifts his hand up to prop your chin up, using his thumb to pull your poor bruised lip out from between your teeth. "What is it?"

"Okay don't be mad," You start, looking up at him anxiously. "But I feel a bit bad for Kai–"

Taehyun groans and pulls away from you, so you rush to explain before he shuts you out completely.

"He's just worried about you. All he needs is reassurance. Just promise him you'll be okay and he might come around."

“I don’t make empty promises.” He rebuffs you, and you stop cold. “What do you mean? I thought you said you can handle yourself.”

“I can but there is no guarantee that your prince won’t manage to kill me somehow.” Taehyun explains nonchalantly, as if he was talking about the weather and not his potential death.

“Why didn’t you say so before?”

“I thought you already knew that.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scoff, and he gives you a mystified look. "Why are you so upset?"

"Why am I upset?” You blurt out incredulously, “Maybe because you just told me that Beomgyu actually has a chance of killing you and I'm fucking worried about you, you emotionless idiot."

But Taehyun’s expression remains perplexed. “Worrying is useless. It won’t help anyone, least of all me.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” You exclaim, frustrated and hurt by his apathy. “That’s not what you’re supposed to say when someone says they’re worried about you. A normal person with actual feelings would, I don’t know, find it sweet that I’m worried about him and then he would try to reassure me that everything will be fine, instead of making me feel like a hysterical woman for caring about my husband’s safety.”

“I have feelings.” He rebukes with all the emotional capacity of the cliff getting smashed by the sea.

You laugh humorlessly. “Great. Why don’t you use them sometimes?”

You expect him to say something else that’s either indifferent or hurtful, but instead he grabs you and pulls you towards him, kissing you with a surprising passion that you quickly match because you know that this is his way of expressing the feelings that he can’t articulate.

When he pulls back, he pauses for a second, hesitating, before speaking. "I'll be fine."

You give him a pointed look.

"I promise I will do everything in my power to survive for you." He corrects himself, cupping your face and making you look at him when you try to look away. "Okay?"

"Fine." You reluctantly give in.

"And I find it sweet that you’re worried about me."

You roll your eyes and smack his chest lightly. "Now you’re just stealing lines straight from me."

He laughs lightly and pulls you into another kiss.

“Careful or I’ll think that you like kissing me.”

“Oh no.” He murmurs, catching your lips once again, his smile clear against your lips.

"Okay. I'll accept your promise.”

“Good.” He tries to kiss you once more but you stop him. “But I'm not going to just sit around and do nothing while you fight for me."

He frowns. "If you mean that you want to fight alongside me on the battlefield then I'm sorry but I have limits too."

You roll your eyes. It's just like Taehyun to only think of literal physical fighting.

"There are other ways to fight than physical warfare, and I suspect that Beomgyu wouldn't go for that anyway. You’re a military man, and even if the king is gone, he still can’t forcefully steal another man’s wife without causing a major scandal that could threaten his new position. What he'll do is try to turn your lords against you so they take you out themselves without him getting his hands dirty, just like he did with his father."

Understanding dawns on him and he doesn’t look happy about it.

“So what exactly are you suggesting?” He asks suspiciously.

“You need to make sure your lords see that standing by your side would benefit them more than betraying you. Only half of the lords here are loyal to you. The others hate your guts for exiling their fathers and their friends. We need to offer them things that they want so that they disregard that and remain on your side.”

“Forget it.” He shakes his head. “I’m not going to waste my people’s money lining up the pockets of murder accomplices and sympathizers.”

You know he hates them for they or their families knew about the true fate of his mother, and he has every right to. But if he wants to stand up to Beomgyu, he has to force himself to put that behind him to protect himself and the people he cares for.

“Your people won’t have you for long if you don’t listen to me, and then they’ll fall right into the hands of those lords you despise so much. Do you think they will be left anything then?”

He scowls, clearly perturbed by this discussion, but you need to make him see it from your point of view because otherwise he won’t stand a chance against Beomgyu.

“If you want to beat him, you have to play his game. There is no other way. You know that.”

“Even if I did that, how the hell am I going to match what he could offer? I don’t have that kind of wealth.”

“You don’t need to. I’ve seen the royals do this a million times back when I lived at the palace. No ruler gives their subjects immense wealth to keep them in line, that’s stupid. If he does that then they’ll eventually become too rich and powerful for him to control. No, he only gives them enough to make them want to keep him around so he keeps providing them with things.” You explain, “I’m not asking you to coddle them. In fact, it would be good for the plan if they still fear you. If we combine the fact that they’re scared of you with some of the political tricks I’ve learned back at the palace, we can make it so they’d see that it’s not worth it to turn on you. You only need to give them enough to keep them satisfied so as not to think about risking dying at your sword for more.”

Despite your explanation, he still looks unhappy about it, so you go up to him and wrap your arms around his midsection, looking up at him with your best pleading face.

“Please, Taehyun. You promised me you’d do everything in your power to survive.”

“This isn’t what I promised.” He protested, but you could see that you’re getting to him.

“Please. I know you don’t like them but it’s for the greater good.”

“Don’t like them? I’d sooner drive a sword through their hearts than give those bastards anything.”

“I know, but you’re a good ruler, and you’ll do right by your people. I know you will.” You whisper gently then lean up to kiss him.

But he doesn’t respond, he just stands there, eyes open and staring into the distance until you give up and pull away.

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Taehyun comes around and does what you’re asking of him in the end, but at what cost?

Those couple of months that you had following your marriage when Taehyun was all shy gazes and steady kisses are but a distant memory now, and you start to wonder if you didn’t just dream them up.

He gives his lords more money, more perks, more allowances at your behest. It’s plain as day how much he hates it, but you keep reminding him that this is better for his people, that in such circumstances, keeping the city united and his lords loyal will benefit everyone in the long run. That if his lords betray him, it would not only doom him, but that the little people will be the ones to suffer the most, and that if he falls, Kai might be next.

That especially seems to convince him. Despite his quarrel with Kai and him choosing to stand by you, he would still do anything he could to protect his little brother. He still doesn’t like it–it’s a daily fight and subsequent compromise over what he will or will not allow to pass–but at least he’s trying.

But the fights have taken a major toll on your already strained relationship. More than anything, you think he hates that he now has to imitate the very same man he so despises–Beomgyu.

It couldn’t be helped though. Beomgyu is the most loved man in the kingdom, both by the common people as well as his fellow nobility. Who better to learn from than the man who has most of the country wrapped around his little finger? And who better to teach him than the woman who spent her life attached to him at the hip?

You worry about Beomgyu a lot, which makes you feel positively wretched because you realize that he’s most probably behind this. But with his uncharacteristic silence, you grow even more concerned and doubt starts to infiltrate your brain. Maybe he really didn’t do it. Maybe he’s just back at the palace, injured on top of being heartbroken, and wondering how his life got to this point and why he’s all alone?

No, you have to stop thinking this way. As Taehyun would say, worrying accomplishes nothing. It’s not like you can do anything to figure out how he is or what really happened.

Theoretically, you can send him a message and ask him about it but you know that would upset Taehyun and make Kai distrust you more, not to mention that it’s unlikely Beomgyu would even tell you the truth. But at least you’d know if he’s okay…

God, you just hope he’s okay. You cling onto that hope to get you through the mess you’re going through right now with Taehyun.

Mercifully, you can already see some positive change, the lords of the city becoming more cooperative with Taehyun, some even to the point where they’re pulling their own strings to, unbeknownst to them, better prepare the city in case Beomgyu attacks.

That’s another thing you’re doing. You don’t think Beomgyu will actually attack but you have to prepare for the worst case scenario anyway, and Taehyun is on top of that.

He ups the number of guards in the castle and around it, trains you even harder, sends scouts to monitor the fringes of the city, starts preparing the army for any possible attack, stocks rations for any possible food shortage… he does everything little thing he can think of to protect the city, and you do the same, racking your brain every day to try to remember or think up any other way you can smoothen the relations between him and the other lords. You even have him reaching out to neighboring cities to gain further allies.

He does it all, and in turn, he seems to loathe you a little bit more each day.

It reaches a point where he is avoiding your touch once again. He doesn’t even hold you to sleep anymore. The distance between you grows more and more the more he gives in. Until the only time he is speaking to you is when you’re discussing your plans to fortify the city.

Yeah, Taehyun doesn’t appreciate what you’re doing, but there is someone else who surprisingly does.

“I gotta say, I’m impressed.” Kai says as he once again intrudes on your now sacred place–the cliff you seem to be frequenting more and more as your husband grows more distant. “Who would’ve thought there would come a day when Taehyun makes nice with the other lords. You’ve really changed him.”

"He's not doing it for me.” You object, hating how Kai brings everything back to you. Couldn’t his brother be doing this because he saw the error of his ways? “He just wants to protect his people. He wants to protect you."

"From the threat you created."

"Don't start now. It’s too late. We're already married.” You sigh, tired of this, then add on gloomily, more to yourself than to him, “Though it doesn’t feel like it anymore.”

“Yeah, he’s certainly not happy about it.” Kai snorts and you scowl at him.

“Are you here to gloat?”

He blinks at you, taken aback. “No. I’m actually here to commend you. This is some amazing work you're doing. I've always wanted him to be smarter around the other lords and to make more political allies, and now he’s finally doing it for you." Kai repeats once again, and before you can protest, he continues, "I just wanted to tell you that, before everything goes to shit.”

“Maybe it won’t.” You utter softly, wishing it into the world. “Maybe we’ll actually prevent the apocalypse.”

Kai laughs wistfully. “Taehyun was right. You really are too sheltered.”

Your face hardens at that. It’s one thing for Taehyun to call you sheltered, but for even Kai to throw that at you? That’s just insulting.

You want to throw it back at him but then he says something that guts you. “That won’t happen because that would be fair and life isn’t fair. If it was, you wouldn’t have been dealt such a terrible hand.”

"If you don’t think it's fair then why are you against me? If I’m doing what you want then why don’t you help me?” You shout, exposing your vulnerability to him but you just don’t understand how he could see your situation for how oppressive it is and yet choose to be another boot pressing down on your back instead of offering a hand to lift you up. Taehyun may be cold and prideful but at least he refuses to participate in injustice when he sees it. Jaeyun may be a traitor but at least he doesn’t understand what’s wrong with what he's doing. But for Kai to both see and understand completely and yet still choose to align himself with Beomgyu? That’s what is truly crushing. “We’re stronger together. I need you next to me, Kai."

But he shatters your glass hope with a simple shake of his head. "Maybe Taehyun has changed you too, but someone has to think of the bigger picture. When your prince attacks, and he will, none of this is going to matter. We can't stand up to the crown and you know it. He knows it too, but he’s just not the type of man to abandon the sailor who fell overboard to save the rest of the ship from the storm. It doesn't help that he's in love too."

The cogs of the world screech to a halt around you, leaving a ringing in your ear as you stand there in the stillness trying to fathom what he just said. Taehyun loves you? That can’t be. If he loves you, wouldn’t he show it? Why the hell would he be avoiding you so much if he loves you? Wouldn’t he want to spend time with you, to be close to you, to make any excuse to be around you?

No, he can’t love you. Beomgyu loves you. You can’t remember a day when you didn’t see his face growing up because he always wanted to be by your side. He’s bending the world around you so you can be together. He’s getting rid of any obstacle that stands between you and him.

Taehyun doesn’t even seem to want to be in the same room as you, and when he is, he barely looks at you. How can what both men feel for you be the same emotion when the way they’re acting towards you couldn’t be more different?

“Taehyun isn’t that type of man but I am, and sometimes you have to do the painful thing to protect the ones you love.” Kai disrupts the stillness of the world with his declaration, eyes full of meaning that you now understand perfectly.

With that he leaves you to think on what he said.

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You don’t reach any new conclusion following your conversation with Kai. You understand his threat perfectly. He doesn’t want to hurt you but he will if your presence is threatening his brother’s life.

What you can’t make sense of is his claim that Taehyun loves you. How can that be?

Yes, he’s doing what you asked of him, but he’s more distant than ever. Even the rare little sweet moments you used to share are all but gone. He’s always tense and aloof with you. No smiles, no jokes, no kisses. Your relationship is the worst it’s ever been.

And then something happens to make it even worse.

You were in your room getting ready for the day alone–Taehyun having gotten up at the crack of dawn like he always does, when a servant comes to tell you that your husband has sent for you urgently.

“But I haven’t even had breakfast yet.” You state, trepidation gnawing at you at the strange request.

“There is a guest here to see you.” She says, wide eyed, and your anxiety flares dramatically.

Is it Beomgyu? Is he here for you?

With a racing heart and shallow respirations, you all but run to him, swinging the door open to face your mysterious and unexpected guest.

Somehow you’re even more shocked, and disquietly disappointed, to see princess Wonyoung standing there in all her lovely glory.

She seems shocked to see you too, but for a different reason. She gasps like she just saw a starving child and runs to you, touching you daintily as her eyes sweep over your entire form.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at you.” She says pityingly, covering her mouth in horror with her perfectly manicured hand.

You know you don’t look your best right now. You haven’t had any access to much of the privileges you used to have back at the palace. There aren’t any people here hired specifically to take care of your hair or nails or skin. You have to do all that yourself or with the help of untrained servants who just put your hair up in a messy, awkward updo, slap on some rouge and lipstick that don’t compliment your skin tone, and dress you in ill-fitted, shabby dresses.

You already know you look bad but next to her, you look downright dreadful. She’s as gorgeous as ever, with make up that makes her look as fresh as a summer fruit, jewelry that excludes riches and sophistication, shiny locks pulled up in an intricate hairstyle, and a dress that compliments her figure and could only belong to royalty. She looks like a goddess and you look like a temple worker.

You’ve never felt more insecure in your entire life, and you just stand there, awkwardly trying to fix up your hair or smoothen your dress in a futile attempt to not feel as bad as you look, but that only serves to make her notice how self-conscious you are right now and she looks at you with a pitying smile that makes you feel worse than if she were to insult you.

“How are you, princess?” You greet her, attempting to deflect from your humbling situation.

“I’m good. How are you?” She asks earnestly, “We missed you so much.”

Her choice of words doesn’t escape your notice. We. “I missed you too.”

Her smile widens at that and she looks like she wants to take you into a hug but she’s unsure if she’s allowed to, so you just do it yourself.

“Oh, sweetling.” She coos, hugging you so tightly.

She even smells good, and you hate how that makes you want to run back to your room and bathe in your shitty perfume until your scent begins to resemble that of a lady once more.

“Are you here to say something, princess?” Taehyun cuts into your little moment. You don’t know if you’re just imagining it, but he seems ticked off and nervous. You think you can see it in the way he seems to be trying to stop his leg from bouncing up and down anxiously. Wonyoung being here must’ve really thrown him off.

“Oh, yes.” Wonyoung acknowledges, patting you one last time on the back before she steps back. “May we have some privacy?” She asks Taehyun and he irritably waves off his guards out of the room, leaving only you, him, Wongyoung and Kai.

“Can’t it just be the three of us?” Wonyoung regards Kai with a sideways glance. “What I’m about to say is highly confidential and must not leave this room.”

Before Taehyun even has the chance to respond, Kai interjects angrily. “No, you’re here to say something about your deranged brother, and as Taehyun’s brother, I have the right to hear this too.”

“He’s right. Kai deserves to be here as much as anyone else.” Taehyun decrees, and Wonyoung looks at you for confirmation.

Truth is, with how Kai has been threatening you, you’re not sure if you want him to be here for whatever Wonyoung has to say, but you also don’t want to ask Taehyun to remove him because then he’ll know that there is something going on between you and Kai. And even though you’re hurt by what Kai has been saying to you, you understand where he’s coming from and you don’t want to sour his relationship with his brother. You also still have hope that you can salvage your own relationship with him if you just prove to him that his brother is not going to be in danger because of you.

So, with some reluctance, you nod to Wongyoung, giving her the go-ahead to proceed.

“My brother has sent me to bring you back home.”

Her statement garners a variety of reactions.

Kai snorts derisively. “Yeah, as if we didn’t know that.”

Taehyun takes on a more offended approach, snapping, “She is home.”

But you just stand silent. She said home. You never knew that she considers the palace your home. You always thought that, to her and to everyone other than Beomgyu, you were just the lowest-born lady in her entourage. So to hear the princess herself call her family’s home your own makes the little girl in you who always felt like an outcast feel giddy and vindicated.

“Why would she go with you?”

“Because she wants to.” She sneers at Taehyun then turns to you. “You want to come home, right?”

Every time she says that word, it tugs on your heart strings, pulling you towards her and towards home. But you can’t, this is your home now.

“Princess, you must know I’m married by now.” You whisper as if you’re telling her a shameful secret. You know you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you’ve done but it somehow still feels like you’ve betrayed her somehow. The princess of the land is here to take you home and you’re telling her that you’ve found a new home.

“Yes, I know.” You can hear the hurt and disappointment in her voice and it just makes you want to shrink in on yourself. “But we still want you back.”

God, she’s tearing you apart. This is everything you’ve wanted, but it’s just a beat too late.

You shake your head to staunch your helpless tears. “That’s not possible. I can’t just leave my husband and go live with you. What kind of woman does that? It would be a huge scandal.”

“Not if he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t make a fuss about it.” She jerks her head towards Taehyun and when you follow her direction your stomach plummets to your feet at the frightful look he’s regarding you with. “People know you’ve lived your whole life in the palace. They won’t think it strange if you went back to live with your family following your strained marriage to a notoriously cruel lord.”

So many emotions run through you at once. She called herself family. She not only thinks of the palace as your home but she thinks of you as family… you’re so moved, you could cry.

But you can’t let on how touched you are by her statement when it makes your normally cold husband boil with rage.

“She’s not in a strained marriage, and you’re not her family. I am. What kind of family prostitutes one of them to another? What kind of family isolates and keeps down one of their members so they could never escape? You were never her family. Your real family is that monster and you’re here acting on his orders to try to con her into coming back to the gilded prison you’ve made for her.”

Taehyun’s enraged speech shocks you out of your enchanted state, reminding you of the reasons why you left in the first place. Even if you believe her when she says they consider you as their family, neither she nor Beomgyu ever treated you as such in front of other people. Only Taehyun did.

Still not everything he’s saying is true. Your marriage is most definitely strained. You don’t know if he’s denying it because he doesn’t want to show any weakness in your relationship in front of her or because he just doesn’t see it.

“We didn’t prostitute her. We gave her family money to support themselves. We took her in and treated her like our own. What have you done? Ripped her from her comfortable life and took her away to this miserable place where she has no one to advocate for her, just so you can mold her to your liking, making her jump through hoops for you, forcing her to get her hands dirty and bloody just so she can earn your favor. My brother may have crossed the line sometimes but at least he took care of her.” She doubles down, pointing the finger back at him, before once again turns to you. “Beomgyu still loves you, sweetling, and he’ll forgive everything if you just come back home.”

Forgive? She thinks he’s the one with something to forgive?

Both she and Taehyun are twisting the truth to fit their narrative. They’re cherry picking certain points to make themselves look better and the other look worse, and they’re using you to do it.

“And if she doesn’t?” Kai steps in impatiently. “He loves her. He’ll forgive her, and so on. That’s great, but what if she doesn’t come back? What is he going to do then?”

Kai’s question, more than anything Taehyun said, changes the demeanor of the princess. She pulls herself back and takes on a more careful countenance. It unnerves you.

“I don’t want to resort to that.” She says carefully, “If you just come back, there would be no need for any of it.”

Any of it? So there is an it. This isn’t Beomgyu’s plan. This is just the peace offer that if not accepted will trigger the actual plan.

You gulp, trying to clear your throat but your mouth is too dry and your voice comes out sounding hoarse anyway. “What is he going to do, princess?”

She gives you a pleading look, still hoping that you’d just give in, but you stand your ground. You need to see the full picture so you know exactly what you’re dealing with.

Seeing your determination, Wonyoung sighs and says, “He’s going to attack the city.”

“Of course he is.” Shouts Kai, giving you and Taehyun a pointed look. “What did I say?”

“Kai, shut up, will you?” Taehyun growls at him, and then turns on the princess. “Attack us on what ground? He thinks he can just launch a civil war without the kingdom turning on him?”

“They won’t. They’ll stand by him because he’s avenging his father’s and brother’s deaths.” She states, sending ripples of shock and confusion through the room.

“What?” You croak, “Taehyun didn’t kill them.”

“Yes, he did. We have the men who committed the crime in our prison right now and they’ve confessed to everything. He kidnapped you too.” She irforms you as if what she’s saying isn’t the most insane thing you’ve ever heard.

“What? I came here on my own accord.”

“Did you?” She arches her eyebrows at you and you sputter dumbly, brain refusing to process her implication. But Kai won’t let you get away with it.

“Your family are fucking setting my brother up.” He screeches at you, face red with outrage. “They’re framing him for the killings and accusing him of having brought you here by force.”

“But why?” You shake, feeling faint and nauseous. “How does that make sense? Why would he even do that?”

"To take the throne.” Wonyoung says simply, and starts unraveling Beomgyu’s crazy plan. “Lord Taehyun kidnapped you and forced you to give him information about the palace. He learned about the secret passages that run through it, and he mapped them out for his men. He planned to kill all the males of our family and then pretend to step in order to protect us as the second most powerful remaining lord in the country. But in reality, he was going to marry himself to Beomgyu’s widow and his brother to me so he would secure his hold on the crown. But his plan failed when one of his men knocked down Beomgyu’s bedside lantern while they were sneaking up on him, waking him up and alerting him to the attackers. My brother sustained some injuries as he fought them back but the commotion alerted the guards and they saved him. With his plan foiled, Lord Taehyun decided to quickly marry you in a rushed ceremony, to attempt to deny the accusations if they surfaced by claiming that he didn’t kidnap you at all and that you went to him willingly to get married and there was never any conspiracy behind it."

The room falls into a terrible silence once Wonyoung is done.

Now that the whole plan is laid out, it sounds equal parts crazy, incomprehensible, and yet somehow believable–a combination that’s so dizzying it makes you sick. You can’t even begin to deconstruct it, there are just so many absurd details about it and yet it all fits together. You don’t know what you thought Beomgyu would do–you considered that he might simply attack Taehyun, that he might send assasins to murder him, you worried that he might even hurt himself… but this? This is unhinged. It’s so insane, it might actually work, and you can’t believe that he’d go this far.

“He can’t do this–he can’t–” You stammer, not believing what is happening right now, and so you try to grasp at anything. "Why would those men even lie for him?"

"They’re already criminals convicted of murder and he promised to provide for their families after their death." Wonyoung explains.

A sudden cackle pierces the air and you start, looking at its source to find a jeering Taehyun. “That’s ridiculous. As if that flowery fucker could fight off any assassin I would send. Who would even believe this shit?”

“Want us to give it a try and see?” Wonyoung spits, and it’s still so weird for you to see the normally gracious princess exhibit such animosity. “My brother is adored throughout the kingdom while your own people hate you. You want to go head to head with him and see who people will believe?”

That strikes a nerve with Taehyun and he glowers at her with hatred in his eyes, clear as day. “If you’re so sure that this will work, why don’t you do it already? Why are you here threatening us?”

“Because believe it or not, my brother doesn’t actually want to hurt anyone. If he can do this without any bloodshed then he will.”

“You mean other than your father and your brother?” Snarks Kai and she shoots him a look that clearly says ‘who are you to even talk to me?’ which makes Kai fume, then she continues.

“And he’s worried that if war breaks out, at best you might get injured and at worst your dear husband might use you as a bargaining chip to hold Beomgyu back.”

Taehyun gets to his feet, livid. “You must mistake me for your brother, princess. I would never lay a hand on my family.”

“Didn’t you kill your father?” She asks haughtily and you can see the rage coiling in Taehyun’s body. You can practically see him fighting in order to hold himself back so you step in before things get crazy.

“I think that’s enough.” You stand between them, holding your arms out to signal to them to calm down. “Why don’t you go and rest for a bit, princess, while we think over what you said.”

Taehyun gapes at you. “I will not have this vile woman stay in my castle for a second longer.”

“Taehyun, she’s had a long journey. She needs to rest.” You reproach, trying to maintain the peace so as not to antagonize Wonyoung and have her tell Beomgyu to go on with his plan. Then you add more softly, “And we need to think about what she said.”

“Think about what?” Taehyun accuses, “I will not be threatened by that lunatic. Or are you actually considering going back?”

“She should.” Kai interrupts, “Like you said, he’s a lunatic. He’s not just threatening us. He will actually do it if we don’t comply. For fuck’s sake, he killed his own father and brother.”

“Kai, I told you if you suggest that she leaves one more time–”

“Taehyun, please!” You cry out. “Let’s not fight. This is not going to help us.”

Taehyun clamps his mouth shut but his eyes still reveal his displeasure. You don’t let it get to you though, turning to the princess and taking her by the hand, showing her out of the room before Taehyun can glare at her to death.

When you’re alone with her, you grab her and whisper, “Wonyoung, please, you have to stop him.” You plead, your whole world hanging on her right now. Never even in your most abominable nightmares could you have imagined Beomgyu going this far.

“I can’t.” She says helplessly, “He has it all planned out. He��s not going to back down now after taking out father and brother. He will not rest until he has you back.”

“How can you stand with him when you know he killed them? Aren’t you scared of him?”

She shakes her head. “I trust him. He loves me very much and I know he won’t hurt me. Just like he won’t hurt you. Beomgyu is not crazy. He is only doing what he knows is best for us.”

“What are you talking about?” You exclaim, “He killed them to get to me. He’s threatening to kill Taehyun. He could kill you too!”

She shakes her head once again. “He won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

She smiles at you strangely. “Beomgyu saved me, sweetling. Did you know that father and Yeonjun were planning to ship me off to be wedded to King Youngchul?”

You gasp, horrified. “But he’s a monster!”

King Youngchul is the corrupt ruler of a neighboring country. He is known for his cruelty to his subjects. He lives in excess and gluttony, mooching off the goldmines prevalent in his kingdom, all while letting his people starve, and anyone who dares to say a word against him gets their head chopped off. He snuffs out any rising rebellion by slaughtering everyone even remotely connected to it so no one would dare to think about usurping him.

He is also known for his disgusting appetite for girls, especially young ones. You’ve heard rumors that men hide their wives from him because if he is to set his eyes on a woman he desires, he has to have her even if she belongs to someone else.

You know that he’s had his eyes set on Wonyoung for a long time–as many men have, she is a renowned beauty across the kingdoms and highly sought after–but you never imagined that the late king would ever surrender his own daughter to such a despicable man.

“How could your father do that to you?” You denounce, appalled and she scoffs. “He promised that he’d protect me from him, but I think all he really cared about were all the goldmines he’d have access to once he sold me off to him.”

“Oh my god.” You stagger, feeling dizzy but she grabs you and steadies you. “But you see? This is what I’m talking about. Beomgyu isn’t the monster your lord is painting him to be. He saved me and now I’m free to do whatever I want. It’s completely different back at the palace now with Beomgyu as king. It’s safe for you to come back.”

The fates really are cruel. It wasn’t enough for them to deprive you of the love of your life and send you on the run, but now they’re dangling him in front of you when they know you can’t reach out and take him?

“I can’t, princess. Things may have changed for you but not for me. Beomgyu is still married to someone else. I am as well. It’s too late to go back.”

“Do you love lord Taehyun?” She asks and once again you feel like you’re betraying her when you say that you do.

“And does he love you?” She prompts and the tears immediately spring to your eyes.

You can’t deal with this right now. You’re barely holding on as it is. You can’t let yourself be sucked into her beguiling promises when you don’t even know if they’re too or not. You ran away once. You can’t run away again.

So you just deflect. “I need to get back to them.”

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When you step back into the room where Taehyun and Kai are, you can feel the tension is even higher than it was before and you know the two brothers have been fighting, especially because of the first words spoken to you by Kai.

“I thought you said he had nothing.”

You stare at the ground guiltily and mumble, “I never thought he’d do this.”

“But I thought you knew him so well.” Kai laughs hysterically.

“Kai, enough!” Taehyun roars, but Kai doesn’t stop with his lashings. “No. She needs to see what she brought to us; death. He won’t stop until he has her and we’re all standing in his way.”

From your talk with Wonyoung, that seems to be the case. She says that Beomgyu doesn’t want to hurt anyone but she’s clear that he will if you don’t come back.

"Kai is right. Maybe I should go back to him.” You say, voice small and defeated but both men hear it clearly. “This won’t stop until I do.”

“No.” Taehyun’s voice booms out, “He could be lying. For all we know he could get you back and still attack me. You'd just be making it easier for him by getting out of the way. He might even use your return as proof that you were kidnapped and have you corroborate the killers' stories.”

“He is not lying.” Insists Kai, and Taehyun shoots him a deadly glare before continuing. "You’re my wife now. I will protect you with my life."

"And everyone else's life?” You venture, “Are you willing to risk them all?"

“He could be lying.” Taehyun repeats.

“And if he’s not?”

“Then yes, I will risk it.”

You and Kai exchange a loaded look, his previous words to you hanging in the air.

‘He’s just not the type of man to abandon the sailor who fell overboard to save the rest of the ship from the storm.’

Taehyun will stick to his principles even if everyone else dies for it.

“I can’t let you do that.” You fret but Taehyun persists. "We might not have to. We've been gaining allies. If you stand with me and deny his claims, he might be forced to say that he's been fooled by those men’s false testimony."

"Even if that works, he’ll just hatch up another plan."

"Then we’ll hatch up our own."

“So you just want us to forever be on the defensive, never getting a moment of peace because we’re always waiting for his next demented plan?” Kai shouts, outraged. “How many of us do you plan to sacrifice for this? Jaeyun already has a death sentence hanging over his head, who else–”

“Jaeyun is a traitor!” Retaliates Taehyun, “He brought this on himself.”

“He wouldn’t have to–”

“Shut up, shut up!” You scream, finally losing it. “I can’t fucking think when you’re screaming at each other like that.”

“There is nothing to think about.” Taehyun’s voice gets dangerously low, but you don’t back down. “Yes, there is, Taehyun. You being stubborn about this isn’t going to change the fact that it’s up to me to decide.”

“So you’re actually thinking about going back to him?” He accuses again.

“I don’t know, okay? I need to think and you getting angry and defensive about it is not helping. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me but I also don’t know if I should believe what he’s saying. Maybe Kai is right and if I go back this will all stop, and maybe you’re right and I’d just be playing into his hand, only for him to attack you anyway. God, I don’t know. This is all too much, it’s making my head explode.” You take a deep breath at the end of your shuddering rant, trying to ground yourself but it doesn’t help at all.

“I need some time alone to think.” You look at Taehyun sadly, finally being able to read his emotions only to see him regard you with anger and mistrust. Whatever Beomgyu’s real intentions are, he successfully managed to create discord between the three of you and that just brings him one step closer to achieving his plan.

“Then go.” Taehyun scoffs, turning his back on you.

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A/N: I don’t think the cut-off is bad right? it’s still a big chapter. any i can’t wait to hear what you guys think. which of the boys do you think will prevail 🤔

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