#he just fucking made an argument that my mom ‘still used the washing machine and bathroom here’
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#currently listening to my dad lie to someone (a lawyer?) about how much he makes#bc he’s still trying to claim money from my mom’s ICBC settlement#just told her ‘I make ten thousand a year maaaaybe twenty thousand now that I’m back in the lower mainland & working more’#meanwhile I know full well he made over 40k last year and is set to make close to 50k this year#which yes isn’t a whole lot be he’s also ‘retired’ and getting his pension payments#and even without that he’s making a hell of a lot more than my mom’s 800 a month disability#I fucking hate how two faced he turns about money#to his friends he brags about how much money he makes#and even brags to me when it suits him#and the rest of the time to me my mom and the lawyers he’s constantly saying he barely has enough to live on#meanwhile he’s out spending between 40-80 dollars every night out on food and beer#and when I say every night I mean EVERY NIGHT#hah just heard the person (his lawyer?) call him out on ‘misquoting’ his income#my dad does not sound happy he’s pretending to be surprised/confused#he just fucking made an argument that my mom ‘still used the washing machine and bathroom here’#like?? yes?? she does because it’s STILL HALF HER HOUSE#and I live here and she is my MOTHER she is fucking allowed to visit me you dick!!!#I love my dad but I fucking hate whoever this person is who he becomes when money is involved#ALSO i found out that when i paid my last three months for rent and payed extra (i wanted to help contribute more bc i was in a place where#I could afford to at that point) I paid it to my dad for the first time and HE DIDNT TELL MY MOTHER ABOUT THE EXTRA I ADDED#my rent is supposed to be split evenly between them bc they both own half the house#and he just fucking kept the extra. didn’t tell me and didn’t tell my mom. I am LIVID#this is why i had been paying it directly to my mom up until this most recent payment#clearly changing that was a mistake#personal
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Laundry Day
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader and Spencer meet again in the laundry room and decide to have some fun. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE
Category: Smut 18+ (oral sex- male and female receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, slight exhibitionism?/potential of getting caught, slight degradation)
Warnings: sex, language. (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings. I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!)
Word Count: 3k
Note: Surprise!! I was going to wait to post this on Saturday but Taylor Swift had me feeling like dropping a surprise, what can I say? 😂 Anyway, I wasn’t going to make another part to Pretty Please, but for one thing, it did way better than I was expecting, so thank you all for your kind comments and tags! And also, @rainsong01 mentioned something that gave me an idea for a laundry room scenario, so you can thank them for this one! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it! Thanks for all the love! 🥰
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Y/N hated laundry day.
There was nothing more boring to her than loading clothes into the washer, waiting, then loading them into the dryer, waiting, and then folding them and putting them away, not to mention the laundry room was kind of dingy and felt like being in a gross, scary basement.
Thankfully though, years of living in the same building had given Y/N a pretty decent schedule of when the laundry room was empty. It wasn't like she disliked talking to people, but laundry made her cranky enough, and the last thing she wanted was human interaction, making small talk with building residents that acted like they cared to know about everyone else's business.
So it was Friday night, 7 pm, which meant that depending on if she had to work, the only other person in the laundry room would be Olivia from down the hall, someone Y/N had only had a few conversations with, either in the laundry room or on the way out the door.
She walked in, silently thanking the laundry gods after hearing complete and utter silence as she made her way to the washer and dryer to the far left of the room. Then she reached into her pocket and realized she forgot her phone. Cursing, she settled on basking in the silence as she loaded her clothes in the washer one by one, at least grateful that no one would be bothering her with pointless small talk.
Until she heard the door open, as if the laundry gods decided they were angry at her. She tried not to outwardly groan, hoping that whoever it was would just say, "Hello," and leave it at that. Or better yet, not say anything at all and let her do her own thing. So she closed the washer and entered the quarters, knowing that it would be a long ten minutes. She could have went back upstairs to her apartment and waited there if she really wanted to, or grabbed her phone at least, but it felt like it would have been pointless, and so she just hoped it wouldn't be awkward.
Maybe I'll just go walk around the building aimlessly for 10 minutes.
But the laundry gods had other plans, apparently.
"Y/N?"
She turned around and saw none other than Spencer Reid, clutching a large cloth bag, presumably filled with laundry.
"Spencer? Hi," Y/N greeted, a small blush forming on her cheeks. The two of them hadn't really talked since their... escapade about a month ago. Most of the time Spencer was at work, but whenever he was home there hadn't been anymore thin wall scenarios or overhearing something she shouldn't. They'd seen each other in the hallway a few times, winking as they passed, but that was it. Y/N had to wonder if maybe it was just a once-in-a-lifetime thing, being absolutely fucked into oblivion by your neighbor so good that you couldn't walk for two days.
Thinking about it made her cheeks burn hotter, so she cleared her throat and only slightly avoided eye contact. "I thought you did your laundry on Sundays?"
Spencer shrugged, walking over to the machine set next to hers. "Normally I would, but I just got back from work and I needed clean clothes. It's... pretty empty in here right now."
"Oh. Yeah, that's why I do my laundry on Friday nights whenever I can. Everyone's either out or staying in relaxing. Laundry's already boring enough, right, who needs annoying small talk?"
He laughed, opening the washer and putting in some of his clothes. "Touché."
Y/N wasn't really sure what to say after that, so she sat on top of the washer and crossed her legs, swinging them a little as she waited.
"Look, I know you've already given your stance on annoying small talk, but... What are your plans for the weekend?" Spencer asked, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately feeling butterflies in her stomach.
"Um... Not a lot, really. Other than some grocery shopping and a few other small errands, I was going to have dinner with my mom on Sunday for her birthday. We might have to cancel though because she might have to go into work, but we'll see... What about you?"
He shook his head. "I don't have anything planned unless I get called into work either."
"Oh... Well, if you ever feel like having some company, you know where I live," she joked.
Spencer laughed. "I might just have to take you up on that. Things at work have been kind of... stressful."
Despite her better judgement, she smirked. "I seem to recall a similar conversation between the two of us not that long ago, Bud. You're not trying to fuck me again, are you?"
She just couldn't help herself. Admittedly she was a little worried she was too forward, but in the end it paid off, because he turned to look at her, shutting the washer and grabbing quarters from his pocket. "Would it be so wrong of me if I wanted to?"
The low tone of his voice made Y/N clench her legs tighter together, her mind racing with all the things that could happen in the next few days, the next few minutes even... She thought back to the last time he'd fucked her, seeing his face between her legs as he completely unraveled her. She felt herself growing wet at the thought.
"Absolutely not," she finally managed to respond. She hoped he would come over to her in a few long strides, pulling her in and kissing her right there, but instead he simply said, "Hmm," and turned back to his machine, putting in quarters.
He could have been playing games with her again, but she didn't want to take the chance. So she grew bolder and leaned back on her hands, puffing out her chest to the air and tilting her head to the side, letting her hair fall and exposing her neck to him. "Well, we have some time to spare, babe. What do you say we make the most of it?"
She was genuinely surprised to see him blush and freeze in his tracks, fumbling with the last few quarters as he inserted them into the machine and started the timer. "R-right now?"
"Duh," she replied, giggling.
"Somebody could come in... O-or hear us." A twinge of worry dripped from every syllable as he spoke, and though Y/N's first instinct was to apologize for suggesting it and letting it go, she thought better of it after remembering what got them into this situation in the first place.
So she scoffed. "Oh, please. You weren't the least bit worried about someone hearing us before. Y'know... When you promised to fuck me so hard I would scream your name and everyone could hear, and then I did? And besides, even if someone walked in right now, they'd probably just leave and come back later. People probably have sex with each other in here all the time."
"I doubt that, this place is filthy. Hardly the right setting for something so... intimate," he replied more clearly, obviously trying to win this argument. Though, something told Y/N he really was a little bothered about how dirty the laundry room was.
She shook her head. "You and I both know that what we did wasn't intimate. It was downright filthy, so if anything it works perfectly for where we are."
"Y/N, I don't know..." He chewed on his bottom lip and shuffled on his feet, refusing to look at her.
"Well, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do, obviously, but... You can trust me. I've been doing my laundry here basically every Friday night since I moved here, and since Olivia is working tonight, she won't be here, and neither will anyone else."
"Well, I showed up, didn't I? Anything could happen."
She sighed, a little tired of arguing but still wanting to win. Her body tingled and practically ached at the sight of him, needing to feel his touch yet again. Maybe it was slightly pathetic, but if there was just the slightest chance that he would fuck her like that again, she had to try her damnedest.
So she had another trick up her sleeve, silently praying to the laundry gods that they would take pity on her and grant her this one thing. "You're right, but don't you think that you coming down here just moments after me was bound to happen? Like after everything we've experienced, we were always meant to have a quickie in the laundry room of our apartment building?"
He genuinely seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Truthfully I think it's more of a coincidence than anything that we showed up here at the same time."
There's your chance, Y/N, don't fuck it up, she thought to herself, hoping that with the seductive tone in her voice and the puppy dog look in her eye, it would be enough to get her what she wanted. "I was joking. Of course it's a coincidence, I just want you to fuck me."
He only stayed silent, fiddling with his hands and his eyes flicking between her and the floor before he caught her eye. In another attempt to entice him, Y/N batted her eyes and slowly spread her legs wide, scooting back a little so she could rest her heels on the top of the washer. "Don't you want to fuck me into the washing machine, baby?"
That was the last straw, the thing that pushed Spencer over the edge. He whispered, "Fuck it," to himself before striding over to her and cradling her face in his hands, bringing her to him and kissing her hard. She initially yelped at how harsh he was, but after a second she melted into him, leaning forward and bringing him closer.
She tried to wrap her legs around his torso, but he grabbed them by the ankles and kept them spread open, pulling away to look into her eyes. "Keep 'em open, pretty girl." The old nickname made her whimper, just like he knew it would, and his gaze burned into hers hotly for a few seconds before he bent down, kissing her inner thigh just below the hem of her shorts. She sighed as he trailed his lips and tongue along every inch of skin, switching to the other leg and giving it the same attention until he was ready for more.
Rather than pulling off her shorts and underwear, Spencer simply pushed the fabrics aside and immediately licked a long, flat strip up her pussy, to which Y/N sharply inhaled and reached out, grabbing his hair. He explored her just as thoroughly as he had the last time, his fervor unmatched and absolutely intoxicating as he pushed himself closer and closer, practically living between her legs. Due to the short time constraint and fear of getting caught, he didn't waste time teasing her, and he seemed determined to finish before the buzzing of the washer signaled clean clothes.
Naturally though, he couldn't not tease her, so just as she was about to finish with his lips wrapped around her clit, he pulled away and left her breathless and frustrated.
"Really? We're doing this again?" she huffed, pouting.
Spencer unbuckled his belt and raised his eyebrow. "All in due time, sweetheart. Come here."
Unsurprisingly, she did what she was told, jumping off the washer and waiting further instructions. It didn't take long for Spencer to move, only a few seconds passing by before he turned her around and pushed her against the washer, to which she instinctively bent her torso over it. She gripped the sides of it tightly as he ran his hands up her shirt and caressed her back, eventually using one hand to grip her waist and the other to lift her leg up, setting it on the washer. She readjusted, reaching her hands forward to grip the top of it as he slid his hand down her leg and toyed with the fabric of her shorts.
"Listen carefully," he said, causing Y/N's heart to pound harder in her chest. "I'm clean. Are you?"
"Yes," she stated simply, loud and clear, though adding a hint of desperation as to hopefully speed the process along. She knew this communication was important, but damn if she didn't just want to be railed into next week already.
"Birth control?"
She swallowed nervously, hoping it wouldn't change his mind. "I'm not on it."
"Noted," is all he said, before deftly moving her shorts and underwear to the side and slamming into her with no warning. She yelped, leaning her head back as he pounded into her, the cold metal of the washing machine digging into her skin. It was the best kind of painful pleasure, only made better when he gripped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanked her to him, deepening his angle inside of her and hitting that sweet spot every time.
"Spencer, I'm..." She could barely breathe, and she loved it, already feeling herself start to unravel.
"Close already, pretty girl?" he purred in her ear, right before pressing a wet kiss to her neck as he craned her head to the side for better access. "Figures... You've always been so easy to please. Such a good, needy little slut for me, huh?"
Y/N groaned at the new name, and it spurred him forward, encouraging him to push them both further into the washing machine as he moved his hips harder. "Please," she gasped, only seconds away from losing herself.
"Tell me what you want," he growled in her ear.
She squeezed her eyes shut and spoke as clearly as she could, not caring how loud she was being. "I wanna cum! Please, Spencer, please!"
"Do it," he grunted, giving her a few more deep, purposeful thrusts to aid in her high. "I got you, pretty girl." That's what did it for her. She yelled out as her body tensed and her walls fluttered around him, everything absolutely burning and blinding until eventually she was spent.
Spencer held himself inside of her for a few seconds, bringing himself closer to the edge before he roughly pulled out and away, leaving Y/N empty and alone. She was tired as hell and completely fucked out, but still she wanted more than anything to help him, ever the needy little slut, as he'd so eloquently called her. So she turned around, peeling herself away from the washing machine and dropping to her knees in front of him, not waiting for him to say anything.
She promptly leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock, wasting no time hollowing her cheeks and setting a fast pace sucking him off. It had somewhat taken him by surprise, but he welcomed it, gathering her hair away from her face and watching as she went to work, practically worshipping the ground he stood on. Eventually she pushed herself all the way forward, allowing him to hit the back of her throat. Instead of pulling back to breathe, she held herself there and gagged, looking up at him with tears in her eyes before removing herself, taking two deep breaths, and going right back to work.
"Look at you," he mused, his voice barely there but with enough volume that allowed Y/N to hear him. "You look so good, pathetic and choking on my cock. Such a good fucking girl, fuck—"
In no time he was gripping her hair tighter and his breathing started to falter. Y/N held herself still as he came in her mouth, most of it hitting the back of her throat and all of it coating her tongue. She moaned around him, blinking tears away and running her hands over his ass until he pulled away from her and let go of her hair.
Standing up, Y/N swallowed most of his cum but purposely let some of it spill out of her mouth and down her chin, to which she used her middle finger to scoop it up and slide it back into her mouth. She kept eye contact with him the whole time, watching as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip before he bit it softly.
Once she was done cleaning herself up, Y/N ran a hand through her hair and smiled. "See, that wasn't bad at all. No trouble."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only trouble is you. Eavesdropping, making me fuck you in a semi-public place, et cetera..." He laughed as he pulled his pants up and re-adjusted himself as though nothing had happened.
"Don't act like you don't like it," Y/N teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He laughed against them, pulling her closer by her waist and resting his hands there when she pulled away.
As if to signal the end of their... whatever they were going to call it, Y/N's washer buzzed and she turned around to attend to her laundry. As she transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Spencer came up behind her and brushed the hair away from her neck.
"You know, I wasn't trying to be mean or anything when I... called you a slut. I would never want to be mean to you or anything, and I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable."
Y/N almost laughed, amused again by how dominant he was during sex but then immediately a big 'ol softie once it was over. It was such a fun contrast, and truthfully, as much as she loved his dominant side, she wanted to see more of his softer one. So she turned around to meet him and caressed his cheek, smiling kindly. "I know you don't mean it to be mean. It was hot. And I appreciate you checking up on me, it's sweet. You're sweet."
Before he could say anything, his washer buzzed. So he settled on leaning forward, kissing her cheek, and walking away to do his laundry.
The two of them worked in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company until they realized they both had to wait for the dryer. 20 minutes.
"Round two?" he asked her with a mischievous grin.
Y/N returned it and took a step towards him when the door opened, laundry gods be damned.
"Oh, hey guys!" Olivia from down the hall chirped as she walked in, striding to her own station.
At least they had the rest of the weekend.
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❝ blacklisted ❞ kth&jjk ― m.
― summary:
after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.
taehyung/reader/jungkook | dom/sub!au, CEO!taekook | angst, fluff, smut | 21.4k
↬ content warnings: dom/sub themes, pet names, sir!kink, daddy!kink, threesome, mxm scenes, subspace, praise kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, begging, humiliation, safewords, blowjobs, deepthroating/face-fucking, creampie, intense orgasms(?), multiple orgasms, cum eating, cum sharing, arguments, insecurities, manipulation, reader is a bit impulsive, derogatory language, sexual face-slapping, punishments, dumbification, overstimulation, forced orgasms, aftercare, crying, 69ing, face-sitting, sensitivity kink(?), double penetration
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Eighteen was the coveted age. At that age, you are no longer a child and were to begin a new life in the society as you'd yearned for since being a child.
You awoke on the day of your birthday, filled to the brim with anticipation.
The first place you needed to go with the Role-Assignment Institute, a big building in Seoul you'd only had the pleasure of looking at until today.
It was almost intimidating, walking in. You'd arrived early in the day but there were still so many people packed into the waiting room. For some reason, the nerves only kicked in after you signed in — receiving a number that would be called when it was your turn.
112. That was your number. You kept looking at it, anxiously worrying that you'd read it wrong. Your leg bounced as you kept repeating the number in your head.
It felt like hours before a woman dressed in blue scrubs waltzed in yelling, "Number 112!"
Your knees felt weak as you stood up, handing the number slip to the nurse. She nodded, leading you down a long corridor that reminded you of a hospital. The fluorescent lights bounced off the white walls, causing a glare that made you squint.
"The doctor will be in, in just a moment," The nurse said, standing on her tippy-toes to pull out a clipboard with paper and a pen attached. "In the meantime, please fill out all the information needed on these,"
You sat on the exam table, the crinkling sanitary paper making you cringe at how loud it was. Using your lap as a table, you began looking over the forms. There was a form for basic information; like your name, age, height, and weight along with your social security number. After filling out everything, you moved onto the waiver that gave them permission to test you to find your Assignment. Though it was a safe and very simple procedure, it was still required.
Finally finished, you placed the clipboard to the side and waited, eyes on the door as if urging the doctor to enter.
The door loudly clicked open, a tall man in a white lab coat entered with a beaming smile. He greeted you, taking a seat on a rolling stool in front of the computer — clicking and typing for a moment before turning to you.
"I'm Dr. Kim," He held his hand out for you to shake. "Have you finished filling out the forms?"
"Oh yeah," You handed the clipboard over into his waiting hand.
"Miss _____..." He read your name, eyes scanning the paper for additional information. "Alright, I'll put this in the system, it'll be just a second."
The room was filled with the clicking of the keyboard and you absentmindedly swung your feet on the exam table. Dr. Kim sighed, rolling his chair towards the back of the room to pull out a needle and alcohol wipes.
"Alright, so you know how this works right?" He asked, holding your arm with one hand as he wiped the alcohol over the bend of your elbow.
"You take my blood and test it," You answered swiftly, wincing as he tied a band around your upper arm. The blood cut off, making the rest of your arm feel numb.
"That's right," Dr. Kim smiled, uncapping the needle.
Unable to watch, you closed your eyes and looked away. Several long seconds, a quick pinch, the application of the band-aid and it was over.
The doctor rolled back over to the computer, opening up a cylindrical machine which he popped the vial of your blood into.
"It'll just be a second before the results pop up," He told you as the machine began making a loud vibrating sound.
Two painstakingly long minutes passed before the noise stopped. He made a humming noise, clicking on the computer before turning back to you.
"Well, congratulations," He smiled, standing up to retrieve some papers out of a cabinet behind you. "You're a submissive!"
"Oh cool," You gasped, feeling relief wash over you at his reveal.
"Now, on to the least fun part," He pulled out a small machine that contained a long pen like tool. "This will imprint your status into you skin similar to a tattoo — without the actual tattooing part. It holds information in it, it need only be scanned."
You'd seen the imprints before — your mom and dad both had one. They were a way of identifying if someone was of age among other things.
The branding itself didn't hurt, it was a hot flash of pain but it dissolved within a second. Once he was done the letters 'S-U-B' were inked against your skin. Running your fingers over it, you could feel it was slightly raised.
"These hold information on where to go from here including picking a good matching agency,” He held out the papers. “There's a list on the second page," He flipped it for you.
"W-Who do you recommend?" You asked, realizing you never quite researched the various companies.
"Well," He pulled out a pen. "There are three top companies all located in Seoul that are partnered with this Assignment Institute pecifically. T&J Matching Company, MinHope Matching Agency, and the Kim Namjoon Matching Firm. For you, I'd recommend MinHope — they work very closely with their clients and they're the least intimidating out of them!"
"I'll go with MinHope then!" You smiled, watching as the doctor circled the one you chose.
It took just a few more minutes of Dr. Kim filling in information for you — sending a referral from him to your chosen company.
"Alright," He stood up, holding a little envelope with his signature on the front. "This has all the information you need going forward. Information on sub-to-dom matching and various important things to know, you can look over it when you get a chance."
"Thank you so much," you grinned, tucking it away in your purse.
You bid goodbye to the doctor, stopping by the front desk on your way out to give your payment for the procedure.
Being home filled you with relief, you instantly crashed onto the couch with a big sigh. Your feet hurt from walking and your back hurt from that exam table you sat on for an hour and a half.
Lifting your arm up, you gazed at the little black letters inked into your skin.
"Oh! I should call Mom!" You whispered to yourself, pulling out your phone.
Hearing her happily blabbing on about how happy and proud of you she was had you grinning from ear to ear. You could hear her relay every important detail to your dad, who also gave his congratulations. The conversation fizzled off into telling each other how your days had been going since you'd last seen each other. About an hour into the call, your phone began beeping obnoxiously in your ear.
"I have to go, Mom, I have another call incoming," You told her. "I'll talk to you later, yeah. Love you!"
You hurriedly answered the incoming call, effectively ending the call with your mother.
"Hello?" You asked.
"Good evening, this is Joy with MinHope Matching Agency," Your heart sped up. "We received a referral from Dr. Kim. Would you like to set up your appointment?"
"Yes please!" You smiled, sitting up properly. "When is the soonest I can be seen?"
"Well..." You held your breath and you could hear faint clicking of a computer. "There's an appointment opening with Mr. Jung at 10:15 in the morning. Does that work?"
"That's perfect!" You exclaimed.
Bidding your goodbyes to the woman, you flopped back onto the couch, filled to the brim with so much excitement you weren't sure you'd be able to sleep through the night.
The morning of your appointment came earlier than you expected. You'd had trouble sleeping so you felt a little drowsy getting to the Agency.
"Um hi, I'm ____ I have a 10:15 with Mr. Jung," You said to the lady sitting behind the reception desk. On the wall was a sign that said MinHope Matching Agency, with a glowing white back light. She clicked on her computer for a second before pulling out a badge that said "Visitor".
"Go to floor 8," The lady said. "You can speak to Joy up there at the service desk and she'll tell you where to go,"
You were surprised by the cold attitude of the woman and hurriedly scurried to the elevator. You could feel her eyes on you as you waited for the doors to open. Glancing behind you, you winced when you met her piercing gaze.
"Boy," You gasped, leaning against the back of the elevator once you got in. "What was her problem?"
You watched the numbers go up as you ascended the floor before stopping on the 8th. When you stepped out, you were met with a few faces, waiting to get in as well.
"Excuse me," you breathed, bypassing them easily.
You spotted the large desk, wandering over to it and waited for Joy, as you figured, to finish speaking with someone else.
"Hello!" She beamed."Are you here for an appointment?"
"Um yes," You answered. "10:15 for Mr. Jung."
"Oh right, Miss ____!" She beamed, pulling out a scanning gun. "Please show me your arm,"
With a click of the gun, your sub tattoo was scanned.
"Okay," She stood up. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to Mr. Jung's office,"
Her heels clicked on the linoleum floors as you walked behind her through a hallway. Doors were lined up on both sides, some appeared to be conference rooms and other just normal offices. She stopped in front of a large wooden door with a plaque that read Jung Hoseok, CEO.
"Just go on in and he'll start your consultation," Joy bowed before pivoting on her heel and going back the way she came.
Walking into a CEO's office seemed quite daunting. So you timidly gaze three knocks, letting him know you were there before opening the door.
"Come in, come in!" He beamed, a bright heart-shaped smile as he opened the door even more for you.
He was dressed in a nice suit with his hair slicked back. He was really good looking. You followed his urging and took a seat in front of his desk, in a comfortable leather chair.
"I see Joy scanned you for me, that's great," He smiled. "Sometimes she forgets to do that."
He clicked on his computer for several long minutes, typing and reading over whatever came on the screen. He was silent for several minutes, giving you an excellent chance to look at him. His sleeves hid where his brand was so you were unable to see what he was. You wondered if he was matched or not. He was good looking and certainly above the age of 18 but that didn't really mean anything.
"And there we have it!" He grinned, pivoting his screen to show you what was on it.
On the screen was a picture of you, there was a picture of a man who had Lee Daehoon (DOM) underneath.
"This is my match?" You asked, scooting closer to look at him. "He's...handsome,"
"I'm glad you approve!" Hoseok grinned, turning his screen back around to face himself.
"Can I ask...how you make the matches like that?" You asked, watching him click on his computer again.
"Well, we simply scan your imprint and it reveals details about you along with your DNA information which allows up to match you with a Dominant who is basically most compatible! Of course, there are several possible matches but it goes with the best one currently in the system," He easily explained, turning his chair around to grab some papers from his printer.
"That's interesting..." You mumbled, glancing down at your tattoo mesmerized by just how much information could be extracted from it.
"Alright, your first meeting with Mr. Lee is set up, there should be an email for you with the information."
You honestly never thought you'd be in that leather chair again with Jung Hoseok staring blankly at his computer screen searching for a good match. But unfortunately, fate likes to be cruel and ruin good things.
Lee Daehoon...what a jerk.
"I'm sorry about this," Hoseok suddenly said, making you look up. He was already staring at you with indiscernible pity. "I know it's hard when a relationship doesn't work. A lot of people just expect it to and they get disappointed. Of course, sometimes it does work! A lot of the time!" He quickly tried to save what he'd said.
"It's alright," You smiled. "It happens, I know that. I'm just kind of annoyed I wasted 3 years with that jerk..."
Hoseok smiled. "I understand—" He suddenly gasped, sitting up straighter and leaning his face closer to the screen.
"That's bad for your eyes," You joked.
"I don't believe it..." He mumbled.
"What is it?" His behavior had your anxiety piquing.
"Here, take a look," He spun his monitor around for you to see.
You saw your face, as expected, but instead of just one line and one picture there were two. Two photos of men sat beneath yours, showing a match to both of them while they were connected by their own line.
Kim Taehyung (DOM) and Jeon Jungkook (DOM).
"Two Doms?" You leaned closer to the screen in surprise. "How is that possible?"
"Well," Hoseok's brows were furrowed as he turned the screen around to see for himself once again. "It's certainly uncommon but..." He shook his head. "I've never personally seen it."
"D-Does it explain anything? Who are they? How could this even work?" You bombarded the poor man with questions.
"Well actually...I know both of them," He confessed. "We're friends, in fact."
"Seriously? Isn't that too much of a coincidence?" You gasped.
He shrugged. "They're both the CEOs of T&J Matching Company."
Your brain short-circuited at those words. "Pardon?"
"They've been together for a while, I didn't think they'd ever..." He broke off, humming to himself. It took him a second before he sobered up. "No matter! I've got your papers coming out now."
You watched as the papers came out of the printer, waiting for him to grab them. Smiling, he tucked them into a manila company envelope and handed it over to you.
"There's an email waiting for you, you know how this goes," He smiled, escorting you out of his office all the way to the elevator. "By the way...I don't think I ever gave you this but," He pulled out a little white card. "This is my business card if you ever need me."
You bid him goodbye before the elevator doors could close. Just before they did, you caught his smile dropping, replaced with a firm grimace.
What was that about?
On your way home, you read the email that gave the date and location of your first three dates with Taehyung and Jungkook. It also briefly explained the steps to take after the three dates — such as agreeing to match, declining the matching, and requesting more pre-match dates.
The first date was tomorrow at 12:30 — a lunch date.
You spent the rest of the evening planning out a outfit — not sure what style to go with. Then you did lengthy skincare and took a nice, long, hot bath.
Finally, by the time you were in bed, you decided to google the names of your potential matches. You were nearly blinded by how attractive they both were. Clicking on Taehyung's Wikipedia page, you began to read all about him.
'He has publicly been in a relationship with Dominant Jeon Jungkook, since before the creation of their company.' It read.
You were puzzled, having never heard of two Doms being together.
Googling more about their relationship, you saw articles trashing such a relationship and others providing information and statistics on the commonalty of it.
You locked your phone, staring blankly at the wall as your heart beat loudly in your chest.
You entered the restaurant, surprised to learn such a high-class place was your destination. It was a 5-star eatery and you felt immediately out of place when you walked in. Everyone was dressed up and wearing beautiful jewelry while you were wearing a simple summer dress.
"Hello? Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked, face as blank as her voice.
"Um...I'm here for the MinHope Agency Reservation?" You replied, watching as she looked over something in front of her.
"Right, your dates have arrived," As she rounded the podium, you saw her tattoo on her arm that read DOM. No wonder she was so intimidating.
Your table was located in the far corner of the restaurant, away from everyone else. As you walked up to the table, you noticed the two men sitting there.
"Hello gentlemen," The hostess smiled. "Here's your date."
Both sets of eyes were upon you and as the woman walked away, you felt like you'd just been thrown the feral wolves while covered in meat.
"H-Hi I'm _____," You greeted, smiling sheepishly.
"I'm Taehyung," He had a boxy smile, standing up to pull your chair out for you.
"Thank you, Taehyung," You whispered, sitting down before he pushed you in.
Your eyes drifted to the other man, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were doe-like but they were ice cold as they pierced into you.
"U-Uh this is Jungkook!" Taehyung hurriedly introduced his companion. "He's um...shy?"
It sounded more like a question but you managed to smile anyway. You hoped it wasn't too obviously fake.
You noticed quickly they were both wearing suits. Taehyung's was gray while Jungkook's was black. They both wore rings and expensive-looking watches.
They were definitely CEOs.
"Let's order some appetizers!" Taehyung said, handing you a menu. "What would you like?"
You gazed over the menu, eye twitching at the prices listed beside the items.
"Th-This is too expensive..." You whispered, more to yourself. "I-I can't afford any of this..."
Jungkook scoffed, sitting forward to look over his own menu. "Could have seen that coming..."
"It's alright ____, the Agency will take care of the check!" Taehyung said, easing your apprehension.
"Oh really?" You asked.
When you had been on dates with Daehoon, it had been paid by you and him. Then again, they weren't nearly as lavish as these dates. Perhaps it just depended on the class of people.
"Um...I-I'm not sure what to choose," You squeaked out, feeling your face flush as you felt flustered by the way the date was going. You winced when Jungkook scoffed again.
"It's alright, we'll order something simple. Do you like stuffed mushrooms?" Taehyung asked, peeking at you over your menu.
Lowering it, you smiled and nodded. "I don't mind them!"
"Alright!" Taehyung waved his hand in the air and a waitress came over in a hurry. "We'll have the stuffed mushrooms!"
"Coming right up," She beamed, writing it down on a notepad before vanishing into another room across the way.
You looked at your menu once again, towards what they had ordered; mushrooms stuffed with Pecorino Romano, garlic, and breadcrumbs — ₩112,000. You nearly choked at the price tag but managed to keep it under wraps.
"Have you picked your meal?" Taehyung asked.
Before you could answer, Jungkook spoke up. "I'll have the roasted duck with the orange-bourbon glaze."
"O-Oh that sounds yummy," Taehyung patted Jungkook's shoulder, turning his eyes back to you. "You?"
"Doubt she can even read the damn menu," You winced at the insult, feeling your eyes sting slightly in embarrassment but fought it back.
Looking at the menu again, you quickly decided, "Spicy Thai basil chicken." You forced yourself to ignore the ₩140,000 glaring at you. It was going to be the most expensive food you ever ate.
"Awesome," He grinned and you missed the way he kicked Jungkook under the table, making the younger wince.
You and Taehyung engaged in idle small-talk about your likes and dislikes as you waited for the waitress to return. He would occasionally force Jungkook into it, bringing up his boyfriend's own preferences.
When the waitress returned, Taehyung listed all the meals you ordered. His own had made you balk; stuffed lamb breast with lemon, ricotta, and oregano. You didn't get a chance to look at that price tag before the menus were taken from you but you could only imagine how expensive it was.
Taehyung and Jungkook dissolved into soft chatter about work and you did your best not to listen in, instead gazing around the room to watch the people around you. It was the most awkward you'd felt all evening.
"Here you are; your meals!" A steaming plate of chicken was placed before you and you felt your stomach grumble.
"Looks delicious!" Taehyung groaned, quickly stuffing his mouth with his lamb breast.
Following his lead, you began to eat your own. The way the chicken's seasoning melted on your tongue made you close your eyes in bliss. You chewed the meat, unaware of the way the two men gazed at you.
"You look like a pig," Jungkook snapped, making you freeze. You opened your eyes to find his glaring at you, disgust written all over his face.
"Jungkook!" Taehyung growled, elbowing his ribs angrily.
"Well she does," Jungkook mumbled, taking a bite of his own food. "At least act like you belong here because you're an embarrassment now. Do you know who we are?"
"I-I'm sorry..." You heard Taehyung whisper something angrily to his boyfriend but you toned them out, finishing your food as fast as you could. You felt self-conscious the entire time and were happy when the plate was clean.
The air around the table was tense and unpleasant, the two of them not speaking until the waitress arrived. You felt relieved when she collected the plates.
"Would you like dessert?" She asked.
"Yes please!" Taehyung smiled.
"Not for me..." You made your move, standing up. Both men and the waitress looked at you with wide eyes. "I-I'm just going to go home. Thanks for the dinner..."
Before either of them could say anything, you pulled your coat on and rushed out of the door. You felt your eyes sting but you refused to cry as you began to make your way home from the terrible date.
"______, wait up!" Taehyung called to you and you stopped, looking back at him. "I uhh..." He panted. "I'm sorry for Jungkook. He's just a difficult guy to get along with!"
"If he doesn't like me then it's fine," You shrugged, hands stuffed in your pockets. "He comes before me, I know that."
"It's not that at all, _____," Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair. "D-Don't give up yet, okay? Let's just go with our three dates and we can decide at the end, alright?"
You looked past his shoulder to see Jungkook leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. Sighing, you turned back to Taehyung and met his eyes.
"Alright, we'll do it."
"You won't regret it!" Taehyung gives you that boxy smile and you can't help but smile alongside him.
Once you arrived home, your phone dinged with a text message.
From: MinHope Matching Agency
This is an automated message, please do not respond.
Your date has been marked as over. Please fill out the progress tracker linked here.
You followed the link and were brought to a short survey.
1. Was your date satisfactory?
— Somewhat
2. Did you and your partner(s) get along?
— Somewhat
3. Do you plan to go on the next scheduled date?
— Yes
A completion page came up thanking you for taking and claiming they would be sending the information of your next date in a few days.
Still feeling dejected by Jungkook's behavior towards you, you curled up in bed intending to sleep.
Thankfully, it was cool out by the time your second date with them came along. The sky was painted purples and reds, casting a comforting glow over the landscape.
As you walked to the designated area for your date, you were glad to see Taehyung and Jungkook already there. Hanging back a bit, you watched as Jungkook grinned at his boyfriend — a cute bunny-like smile you'd not expected him to have. Leaning forward, Taehyung planted a soft kiss against Jungkook's nose.
You smiled at the scene, finding them cute.
However, the moment was broken when you met Jungkook's gaze and all the light disappeared in a second. His lips moved as he muttered something to Taehyung, most likely to let him know you were here because Taehyung was suddenly bouncing up to you happily.
"Hey beautiful! Nice to see you!" He greeted, surprising you by grabbing your hand.
You stumbled a bit over the uneven terrain before you were able to take a seat on the thick blanket laid out on the ground.
"Boy the agency really goes all out, huh?" You asked, making conversation.
Above you there was a canopy set up, glowing with the effect of the white fairy lights strung up. With the sun setting quickly, it became the only real source of light as you all sat together with a large picnic basket in the center.
"MinHope is like...famous for their date setups, you know?" Taehyung nodded, flipping open the box to reveal an assortment of food.
"Oh," You held out your hand as Taehyung put a sandwich in it. "Thank you."
"Is that chicken swiss?" Jungkook asked, leaning a bit closer to you.
"Yeah I think so..." You replied, peeking at the label on it. He didn't provide an answer, merely looking off and picking at the rapper on his own sandwich. "Do you...want it?"
He grunted in response, not speaking up placed his own sandwich down and held his hand out for yours. You met Taehyung's eyes, seeing he was holding back a smile as he watched the trade go down.
By the time you finished all the food, it was dark and the moon hung high in the sky.
"What time is it?" You asked, not feeling like looking at your phone.
"It's 8:42," Taehyung answered, glancing at his watch. "Should you be getting home?"
"Probably," You smiled. “I've got some work to do tomorrow.
"Oh? What do you do?" He asked, taking your hand to help you stand up.
"I'm uhh...a video game programmer," You shrugged, feeling silly compared to their own CEO positions.
"Oh really?!" Taehyung gasped, yanking on Jungkook's arm. "Kook loves video games!"
Jungkook grumbled, tugging himself out of Taehyung's grasp as the older laughed. Through the faint lighting, you could still tell Jungkook's cheeks were turning red.
"How about we walk you home?" Taehyung offered. He squeezed your hand, making you realize he was still holding it. His hand was big and very warm with pretty, lithe.
"That'd be nice..." You smiled, letting him lead you out of the area where your date had been set up. "Do we need to clean that up?"
"The Agency will take care of it," Jungkook replied, hands shoved in his pocket as he trailed behind the two of you.
"That's right, don't worry about it," Taehyung grinned, swinging your hand between the two of you.
Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Jungkook staring off into the street absentmindedly. You wanted to include him but, you knew he didn't feel that close to you just yet.
"My apartment is here," You paused in front of a tall building.
"Really? Here?" Jungkook piped up, slight disgust in his tone.
"I think it's cute," Taehyung quickly added. "A-Anyway, do you want us to walk you in?"
"I-It's fine..." You muttered, giving a slight glare at Jungkook — who was viciously avoiding your gaze, finding a crack in the sidewalk very interesting. "I can do it."
"Hang on," Taehyung reached into his pocket to pull out a slip of paper, shoving it into your hands. "I'll see you later!"
You watched as Taehyung grabbed Jungkook's wrist, tugging him along. Just before they slipped out of view, Jungkook looked over his shoulder back at you. It caused your heart to stutter in your chest.
Sitting on your bed after showering and changing into you pajamas, you looked at the slip of paper Taehyung had given to you.
"His phone number..." You whipped out your own phone, creating a new contact number under his name and shooting him a text.
To: Kim Taehyung [9:18PM]
Hey, letting you know it's me, ____!
Almost immediately, three bubbles popped up to indicate he was typing.
From: Kim Taehyung [9:18PM]
I'd like to apologize for Jungkook. He can be a little loose lipped with a silver tongue but he really doesn't mean it. He just...doesn't know how to express himself well.
To: Kim Taehyung [9:19PM]
It's okay. I don't think he's all that bad after all...
From: Kim Taehyung [9:19PM]
I'm glad to hear that. We can't wait for our next date.
You smiled, gazing at the text with your heart pounding heavily. You told him 'me too' before another text came in.
From: MinHope Matching Agency
This is an automated message, please do not respond.
Your date has been marked as over. Please fill out the progress tracker linked here.
You were brought to a similar page to the last survey, only this one contained different questions.
1. Was your date satisfactory?
— Yes
2. Do you feel that you and your partner(s) are getting closer?
— Yes
3. Are there any complaints you have, this will not be conveyed to your partner(s).
— None
You read over Taehyung's texts once again, feeling at ease over his words. Remembering how nice his hand felt in yours, you began to drift off. The last thing you thought of was that you hoped to meet the real Jungkook soon.
You were surprised to see there was a change in your third date's location when you woke up that Saturday.
Instead of an amusement park like it had been, it had been switched to a high-end club and bar. It was notorious for all the rich and famous attending, a very prevalent clientele frequented it as VIP guests. You didn't question it when Taehyung texted you that you would be receiving a package.
However, as you stared down at the Gucci box, it felt like your brain was being fried.
Whipping out your phone, you pulled up your text thread with him.
To: Kim Taehyung [3:57PM]
Did you send me this?
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From: Kim Taehyung [3:57PM]
Oh? It arrived? I'm so glad! Please try it on and send us a photo!
Your cheeks felt hot at the text but got up to do as he asked anyway.
The sleek, black dress fit tightly and very well. It made your breasts look...phenomenal and you instantly felt sexier and more confident. While still running with the feeling, you snapped a few photos in the mirror — keeping your unmade hair and face out of it. The second you hit send, there was a read receipt showing that he saw it. He didn't respond, however, and anxiety quickly set in. You set your phone down, gazing at yourself again, moving side to side to check the fit. The color looked lovely against your skin tone.
Your phone went off, indicating an incoming text message and you pounced on your phone to see.
From: Kim Taehyung [4:13PM]
Wow...you look...incredible.
You couldn't help but beam at the praise, instantly feeling lifted by his words. Before you could reply, another text was coming in.
From: Kim Taehyung [4:14PM]
We'll pick you up at 8. Be ready by then. Can't wait to see you, sweetheart.
You just knew the rest of the day was going to chug by slowly, especially now that you were completely flustered by his us of a pet name.
At 8 on the dot, Taehyung texted you asking what your apartment number was. Mindlessly, you gave him the number; 302.
You were slipping on your heels when the doorbell rang to your apartment. Stumbling to the door, pulling your last shoe on, you tugged the door open only to have a large bouquet of flowers shoved in your face.
"I uhh...hope you're not allergic or anything..." Taehyung smiled, handing them to you.
"Oh they're lovely, Taehyung, thank you..." You brought them up to your nose to inhale the sweet scent. "Let me go put them in some water, come on in. Where's Jungkook?"
"He's still down in front, waiting in the car," Taehyung answered, following you to the kitchen.
He fell silent, watching you fill up a vase with some water for the flowers. Placing them on the kitchen table, you smiled at how they lit up the room.
"You do look lovely, _____," He complimented you, moving closer to take your hand.
"You look...fantastic yourself, Taehyung," You said, looking over his clothes.
He was dressed in black slacks and a tucked in white button-down with the first several buttons undone. The beautiful tan expanse of his tanned chest was utterly tantalizing and you had the urge to run your fingers along his pecs and press kisses to his neck until he moaned. He shining diamond choker he wore only had you squeezing your thighs together in want.
He was so completely and utterly attractive. His voice and touch were addictive. His voice was melodic and had you yearning to hear it more.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked suddenly, pulling you from your lewd daydreams.
"Y-Yeah..." You allowed him to lead you out by the hand, unaware of the way he smirked once out of your direct eyesight.
When Taehyung said Jungkook was waiting in the car, you didn't expect him to mean an actual limo with their own driver.
But that is exactly what you were introduced to.
Their driver's name was Eugene and he was a very kind, older man who opened and closed the door for you.
"Hi Jungkook," You greeted once you took a seat in the limousine.
"Hey," He greeted, scanning you up and down quickly before looking out the window. Though he didn't smile, you were happy to see the warmth in his gaze as he regarded you.
The outside of the club was spectacularly lit up with the longest line of people waiting to get in than you'd ever seen. Eugene opened the door and the three of you piled out easily.
To your surprise, they didn't even have to wait in the line — they just nodded at the security guard and waltzed right in with you in tow.
Inside, there was music blasting and a huge sea of moving bodies on the dance floor. Taehyung quickly took your hand and escorted you, Jungkook leading the way through the dance floor to the back where there were some spiraling stairs. There was a plaque on a stand at the beginning of them that read 'VIP ONLY'. It made you swell with pride that you were entering with these two men — you hoped they felt the same sense of pride being with you.
It was much quieter inside the room — which had been reserved for the three of you.
You finally had the opportunity to look at Jungkook clearly. His look was the complete opposite of Taehyung's. His hair was unkempt and a bit wavy as it hung in his eyes. He wore black jeans, a white t-shirt beneath a leather jacket.
The contrast between the two of them was intoxicating and you quickly downed a shot that was given to you.
The three of you made small talk, you got used to being in an environment. You took a few shots, blushing when they teased you about how you cringed at the taste.
"You're cute, you're already flushed!" Taehyung teased, pinching your cheek.
"I-It's because you're teasing me!" You argued, hiding your face beneath your hands.
Even Jungkook began to laugh the more flustered you became. Finally unable to take it, you jumped to your feet.
"How about we go and dance, yeah?" You grabbed both their hands, pulling them to their feet.
"You two go ahead, I've a phone call to make," Taehyung smiled. He could see the two of you hesitate at the prospect of being alone but he ushered you out.
"A-Are you sure?" Jungkook asked, his stuttering so unlike him.
You realized it was your chance to get closer to Jungkook. If you took charge he was sure to open up more to you; if he wasn't willing to do more, then you would!
"Yeah, let's go Jungkook!" The alcohol in your system gave you the courage to grab his arm, tugging him out the door. "Show me how well you dance!"
It was hot on the dance floor, and you could feel a slight layer of sweat building up the second you were packed in with all the bodies moving around you. Still, as you stood close to Jungkook you were pleased with how nice he smelt. His hand gripped your waist as your bodies moved in sync to the beat playing through the club.
Two songs played before another body finally pressed against you from behind. You were surprised, ready to turn around and tell the person off when you caught sight of Taehyung's piercing eyes.
Pressed between two bodies like you were, you slowly began to lose yourself to the beat and the alcohol flowing through you.
After another song, you pulled away to tell Jungkook something.
"I'm going to get a drink, I'll be back!" He nodded in response, letting you squeeze out from between them to find the public bar just off the dance floor.
You could feel eyes on you as you took a seat on the stool, letting the ice in your drink cool your heated body. Glancing over your shoulder, you expected to see Taehyung and Jungkook. Unfortunately, they seemed to have been sucked into the sea of the crowd.
You turned back around, only to find a man unsettlingly close to your face.
"Um...can I help you?" You asked, frowning and leaning away as you smelt the liquor on his breath.
"That's a cute little get up you got there," He complimented, eyes raking down your body. "You here with someone, baby?"
"Yeah she is, back off," A strong arm grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the scene.
You could see Jungkook's leather-clad shoulders in front of you as he led you back to the VIP lounge you had been in.
Taehyung was already inside, sitting with his legs cross and a glass of sometimes spinning in his hand making the liquid sqirl. His jaw was set as you were escorted inside by Jungkook.
"I knew you'd be dangerous in this little get up, babygirl," He cooed, standing up to tower above you.
Instead of feeling intimidated, you felt yourself gush into your panties at the raw dominance he exuded. Leaning down, his lips just out of reach of yours, he smirked.
"All eyes were on you and fuck if I didn't love that..." He whispered, meeting your eyes — pupils blown wide before he pulled away. "I've called Eugene, let's go..."
Instead of Taehyung taking your hand, Jungkook was the one who did. Your heart raced in your chest as he squeezed your hand — his fingers more callused and rough than Taehyung's. You couldn't help but think of what it would be like having those fingers stuffed inside you. You bit your lip, holding back a whimper; missing the way Taehyung chuckled.
It was silent in the limo, Jungkook's hand still in yours and Taehyung's resting on your bare thigh. You wished he would slide his hand up to fit between your legs — slide those long digits into your panties and feel how wet you were.
"Hey Eugene, stop here please," Taehyung suddenly called, which the driver followed.
Once the limo was pulled over, Taehyung opened the door and the three of you got out. You were near your apartment and you realized they intended to walk you home instead of dropping you off.
Standing in between the two of them, they both held your hands as you began to walk.
"You...really suit that dress," Jungkook complimented you, nearly making you gasp in surprise. Maybe it was the alcohol making him even more loose lipped and open than usual.
"It really does, you picked it well," Taehyung added, beaming from ear to ear.
"You picked it out, Jungkook?" You asked, looking over at him. His ears were flushed as he avoided your gaze. He didn't answer but you still smiled, squeezing his hand. "Thank you. I really love it."
"You do?" He asked, peeking through his bangs at you.
"I really do!" You grinned.
"I'm glad," He breathed, visibly relaxing as you continued your walk.
"Can I ask you guys something?" You asked.
"Sure," Taehyung responded immediately.
"How are two Doms together like you are?" You hoped you wouldn't offend them. It seemed you didn't as Taehyung smiled.
"It just takes a lot of communication and understanding. Kook and I grew up together and our relationship happened more organically than being assigned to one another. We are technically together but it's not completely...legal until a submissive is involved," He explained swiftly.
"I see..." You smiled, squeezing his hand as the three of you stopped in front of your apartment complex. "Well I'm glad I was matched with the two of you!"
"It was a really nice time tonight, _____," Jungkook said. "Don't forget to fill out the tracker tonight, okay? It's really important."
"Will do," You smiled.
The three of you stood together in silence, albeit a little awkward. You met their gazes and slowly released their hands. You really didn't want to go, you wanted the night to continue and you wanted their company to remain.
"_____," Taehyung stopped you from turning your back to them.
When you turned around, you were pulled into a fierce kiss. You immediately relaxed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck the deeper it went. Before it could go on too long, he pulled away.
You were quickly lured into another kiss — with Jungkook. You could taste the alcohol on his lips but you didn't mind. He was rougher than Taehyung, wrapping his hand in your hair as he deepened it.
Pulling away, he smirked. "We'll see you later, kitten."
Flushing, you barely noticed Taehyung kissing your forehead before they both departed. Holding your hand against your chest, you could feel how it was racing.
Finally in the comfort of your apartment, you kicked your heels off. The way your feet ached reminded you that the lovely night wasn't all an alcohol-induced fantasy.
Sitting on your couch, you jumped when your phone went of. Excited in the hopes of seeing Taehyung's name, you sighed when you saw it was just the Agency. But Jungkook's words echoed in your mind; 'Don't forget to fill out the tracker tonight, okay? It's really important.'
From: MinHope Matching Agency
This is an automated message, please do not respond.
Your date has been marked as over. Please fill out the progress tracker linked here.
As expected, it was a survey.
1. Was your third date satisfactory?
— Yes
2. Do you feel that you and your partner(s) need additional dates?
— No
3. Can you say that you feel you could be the Dominant/Submissive to your partner(s)?
— Yes
After submitting it, you immediately received a phone call from Jung Hoseok. You didn't even have a chance to read the end screen that had popped up.
"H-Hello?" You asked, scrambling to pick up.
"Good evening, Miss. _____. The three of you have all filled out your survey and agreed additional dates were unnecessary," You grinned, happy to hear you all agreed. "So, in that case, I'd like to ask you to come to the building. Please report to my office tomorrow at noon on the dot, if you don't mind."
"I'll be there!" You replied, positively beaming with excitement.
"See you then!" Hoseok chirped before hanging up.
You swiftly entered the office of Jung Hoseok, smiling when you saw Taehyung and Jungkook already sitting there. At Hoseok's motion, you took a seat between the two of them.
"You all agreed extra dates aren't necessary," Hoseok said, folding his hands in his lap. "And from your other feedback, I take it the matching was a success."
The three of you answered with a chorus of 'yes' to which Hoseok positively beamed at. He opened a drawer on his desk, pulling out three papers, handing one to each of you.
"This is a contact...binding the union," He said, wiggling his brows with a grin on his face. "All you need to do is sign and you will be legally matched as Dom-Sub-Dom!"
You bit your lip, your hand was shaking as you signed your name. It wasn't from nerves, however, but excitement.
The three of you handed your papers to Hoseok and he smiled, placing them beside his computer,
"That's all I needed from you today. You have one final date — on the house as celebration," Hoseok said. "I advise you use this final date to make living arrangements and other important things."
To your surprise, your fourth date was at the same restaurant that you'd had your first meeting in. Thankfully, there was none of the awkwardness that was there in the past. Jungkook was grinning and cracking jokes as the three of you shared a dessert.
"We want to be crystal clear transparent with you, _____," Taehyung said, placing his glass of water down. "I won't beat around the bush so I'll just tell you that...we want you to move in with us."
"Alright," You agreed easily, grinning at the two of them. "But I have a condition."
"What is it?" Jungkook asked.
"I also want to keep my apartment," You said.
"Why?" Jungkook and Taehyung asked at the same time. "You'll have all you'll need with us." Taehyung asked.
"I know that, but I just...want a place of my own. For work," You shrugged, picking at the cake on your plate.
"Alright..." Jungkook and Taehyung shared a look, one that your missed. "If that's what you want."
You sighed, dropping your bags on the floor of the master bedroom. It smelled heavenly inside, a sweet mixture of both their scents. The room had a view looking over the city, and with the sun setting it was a heavenly light of orange and reds.
"Welcome home, princess," Jungkook whispered, walking closer to you.
Ever since you had been legally together, they'd opened their Dominant sides to you. You hadn't been able to experience it in the bedroom yet, but the way they would give you nicknames and touch you just exuded power.
"Thank you..." You whispered, feeling yourself grow more antsy the closer he was.
"Eyes up, baby," He gripped your chin, making you look at him. "Thank you what?"
You grew breathless, remembering the title he wanted you to call him by. "Th-Thank you, Sir."
"Good girl," You keened under the praise, your cheeks growing hot. "Let's go see Tae, he's got something for you."
"Y-Yes Sir," You choked out, trying to ignore the way calling him that set your body alight.
He took your hand and escorted you out of the bedroom to the living room. You were shocked to find Taehyung standing in the middle of the room, by the large windows, holding a jewelry box in his hands.
"Come here, babygirl," He beckoned you over with Jungkook in tow. "It took us a lot of time to pick this out and we hope you'll like it."
He held it out for you and with trembling hands, you lifted the lid up to find a choker encrusted with an assortment of jewels, making it glisten and shine in the diminishing sunlight. Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you took the dangling pendant and found two engravings — JJK on one side and KTH on the other.
"I don't know if you did this with your last Dom but," Jungkook took it out of the box, allowing Taehyung to put it down. "It's kind of something we really wanted to do."
"You're collaring me?" You asked, feeling tears prick your eyes as you gazed at them in wonder.
"Of course we are," Taehyung chuckled, lifting your hair from around your neck so Jungkook could hook it onto you. "You're ours and this shows it."
"Thank you..." You choked out, leaning forward to press a kiss to Taehyung's lips before turning around to give the same to Jungkook.
"Our pleasure," Taehyung smiled, moving closer to you once again.
Pressed between both of their bodies, you could help the way your body reacted. Your lips met Taehyung’s again and you whimpered. Jungkook took the opportunity to press his lips against your neck, skimming them over the collar now around your neck. He hands gripped your waist, pulling your shirt up ever so slightly to touch the skin that became exposed. Goosebumps arose across your skin and you gasped into Taehyung's mouth. The elder chuckled, reaching down to where Jungkook's deft fingers explored to tug up the hem of your shirt.
Already, you could feel your mind turning fuzzy, easily falling into your submissive roll to let them mold you how they wanted. Jungkook chuckled as you lifted your arms, allowing Taehyung to pull your shirt off. Left in your bra, you couldn't help but cover your chest as vulnerability set in.
"None of that, kitten," Jungkook growled, ripping your arms away from your chest. "You wanna be a good girl for us right? Let us take care of you?"
"Y-Yes Sir..." You whined, whining when Taehyung leaned down pressing kisses against your chest above the seam of your bra. Gasping, you pushed your chest out to get more of the feeling.
"What a sweet girl," Taehyung cooed, falling to his knees in front of you.
You couldn't help but lace your fingers through his hair. He pressed his lips against your stomach, his tongue sneaking out to leave a wet path all the way from your ribs to the band of your jeans.
You held your breath as Jungkook reached behind you, unclipping your bra and letting it fall away.
"Fuck," He breathed into your ear, eagerly reaching up and cupping them both in his hands. "Such pretty tits, huh Tae?"
"Fuck yeah," Taehyung groaned, quickly undoing the button of your jeans and tugging them down.
You leaned back, using Jungkook as support to help Taehyung pull your jeans off completely. He tossed them away in a heap nearby and without wasting a second, his mouth was on your core. The fabric of your panties impeded feeling his mouth on your fully but as he slid his tongue over your slit and caught your clit, you let out a soft moan.
"What a good girl for us," Jungkook groaned, hands still cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples, making your back arch as you cried out.
"Sir! P-Please do that again," You whined, unsure if you wanted to watch the way Jungkook worked your breasts or watch the way Taehyung continued to eat you out through your panties.
They were wet and sticking to you perfectly by now — the white now transparent with a mixture of his saliva and your own juices. He groaned suddenly, reaching up and tugging your panties down your legs until you stepped out of them.
Finally naked, he took a minute to look you over.
"You are...absolutely spectacular," He breathed, harshly pulling one of your legs over his shoulder.
"Daddy!" You cried as his tongue slid through your folds. He moaned at the unimpeded taste of your cunt. Circling your entrance, he eagerly tasted everything you had to offer.
You clutched his hair, already beginning to tremble by the time he finally latched onto your swollen clit. You couldn't help but grind your hips down to meet his hot mouth.
His tongue was hot and wet as they slid through your folds. Suddenly, Jungkook reached down and pushed the elders head away. As Taehyung pulled away still licking his lips, his eyes were dark and hazy. Before you could complain, Jungkook placed a well-aimed slap across your vulnerable cunt.
"Fuck!" You shrieked, spasming when he gave you another one. "Sir I—!"
"Watch your mouth and don't be greedy," Jungkook growled.
"S-Sir?" You whimpered, looking up at him with teary eyes.
"You take what Taehyung gives you first of all," Jungkook muttered, soothing his hand over your wet folds where he had hit you to soothe the sting. "And good girls don't say bad words do they?"
"N-No Sir," You sniffled. "I'll be good, I promise."
"I know you will, babygirl," He sighed, nodding to Taehyung to let him resume. "We just want to make you feel good. We don't want to have to punish you."
"Th-Thank you Sir," You whispered, eyes rolling back into your head when Taehyung used two long fingers to spread your folds open for his greedy tongue.
"Don't just thank me. I'm not the one eating your pretty little cunt, am I?" Jungkook chuckled, reaching up to glide his thumbs over your perked nipples.
"Ah, th-thank you Daddy!" You cried, your hips jerking when his tongue swirled around your clit.
"Thank you for what, baby?" Taehyung asked, dark eyes gazing through his bangs.
"Th-Thank you f-for eating my p-pussy..." You breathed, your mouth falling open as you trailed off in a moan. Taehyung's entire mouth enveloped your core, sucking your clit harshly. His moans vibrated against the bud and you broke off into a sob.
You could feel your high building, reaching the point of no return. The more his tongue stimulated you, the higher you rose. All you could think was that you couldn't, shouldn't and wouldn't cum without permission.
You wanted to be a good girl.
"D-Daddy?!" You cried, reaching down to tug at his soft locks.
"What is it?" He asked, pulling away just slightly.
"C-Can I cum?" You panted, eyes unfocused as he continued to lick your sensitive clit.
"Hmm..." He hummed against it, making you sob once again before he pulled away. "I don't know. Kook, what do you think?"
"I don't think she deserves it," Jungkook snapped, reaching up to wrap his hand lightly around your throat. The pressure was a threat, just barely enough to cause any air restriction.
"Mmm, I don't think so either," Taehyung chuckled when you whined in complaint as he pulled away and stood up. "A good girl doesn't get her cunt spanked, huh?"
"But—!" Jungkook's grip around your throat tightened, cutting your argument off.
"Right?" Taehyung hissed, his nose just barely brushing yours.
Your felt your mind go fuzzy, your eyes falling heavy the harder Jungkook squeezed. Just before it felt like your mind was going to go blank, he let go and you gasped for air.
"R-Right Daddy," You coughed, eyes tearing up as you choked out the words.
"Good girl," He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.
It was fleeting and you didn't get a chance to return it before he was walking away to walk down the hall in the direction of the bedroom.
"Let's go, babygirl," Jungkook whispered, his warmth leaving your back as he followed after the elder. You watched as he disappeared from view, leaving you alone and naked in the living room with your juices running down your legs from your denied orgasm.
With trembling legs, you stumbled down the hallway into the bedroom. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you found the two of them locked in a soft kiss. Jungkook was sitting on the bed with Taehyung leaning over him, cupping the back of his head to control the kiss.
They had both been stripped of their shirts. Jungkook wore his pair of sweats and Taehyung was in a pair of black boxer-briefs.
"Hmm?" Jungkook pulled away, glancing towards you standing unsteadily in the doorway. "Look at that, Tae. Look how fucked out she already is. It's almost pathetic."
"I think it's cute," Taehyung teased, smirking when you squeezed your thighs together to alleviate the pressure in your core as the stared at your exposed body.
"Come here then, babygirl," Jungkook sighed, scooting up the bed so his back rested against the headboard.
You scrambled onto the bed, crawling up to him on all fours. He chuckled, petting your head softly as he met your teary eyes. The way your bottom lip wobbled indicating how completely under their control you'd become.
"Tell us baby," Jungkook whispered. "Do you remember the safe word?"
"R-Red," You whispered, licking your lips as you stared at his exposed chest.
"Good girl," He cooed, grinning when you keened under the praised immediately. "Sit in my lap. Face Tae."
You did as you were told, your back resting comfortably against his chest. Sitting between his legs, you could feel how hard his cock was beneath you. You shifted, subtly grinding against him.
"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, his head falling onto your shoulder as he gripped your waist to stop your movements almost immediately. "You better behave."
"Y-Yes Sir..." You whispered.
"Spread your legs nice and wide," Taehyung suddenly ordered, still standing at the foot of the bed.
Your breathing picked up as you did as you were told. Resting your weight against Jungkook behind you, you let your legs fall open completely. Both men groaned as your cunt was exposed to both of them fully.
Jungkook reached down, spreading your folds open so your entrance was vulnerable to their greedy eyes. You whined, feeling yourself clench and gush around nothing. You were so wet, absolutely dripping and your clit was throbbing as it begged for attention.
Taehyung finally climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.
In the blink of an eye, two long, thick fingers were sheathed as deep as possible into your tight hole. Your back arched as you stared at the ceiling, white danced in your vision. You couldn't make a sound as Taehyung crooked his fingers up to find your g-spot.
Having been denied an orgasm several moments ago, you were already close once again. Taehyung pumped his fingers in and out, scraping against your spot with every movement. You reached down, wrapping your arms beneath your knees to keep yourself open for him.
"Look at that," Jungkook cooed. "What a good girl!"
"Daddy! Please!" You cried, your eyes stinging with tears as you realized you couldn't cum from just this.
"What is it baby?" Taehyung drawled, speeding the pace he pounded his fingers into you.
"Please, please, please..." You sobbed, your legs trembling so hard it was visible to the both of them.
"Can't cum baby?" Jungkook asked, voice dark with laughter. "Need someone to touch your little clit to cum, hm?"
"Yes please!" You whined, tossing your head back to look at him with watery eyes.
Both of them fell silent, the only sounds were your broken cries and the wet sound of Taehyung fingering your pussy. You were wound tight, so close to your release but unable to fall over the edge. It just kept building and building to painful heights before you finally felt a tear trickle down your cheek.
Immediately, Taehyung's fingers were pulled out and you fell limp. You were panting, trembling and sniffling at the second denied orgasm.
You wanted to cum so badly — you needed to cum.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl for us," Taehyung praised, crawling over you to press a kiss to your lips.
You leaned up into the kiss, deepening it as you searched for comfort after the intense orgasm you were just denied.
"We love you so much," Jungkook added, stroking your sweat-slicked hair out of your face.
They both waited for you to catch your breath, making sure that you were willing to go on. When you gave them the go ahead, they both resumed their dominant roles.
"Bet you wanna cum so fuckin' bad huh?" Jungkook asked, as you trembled before the two of them.
"S-So bad, Sir," You whimpered. The way the two of them stood at the foot of the bed watching you made you feel helpless and small. Their eyes were dark with lust and they both wore shit eating smirks that showed you just who was in control.
Your mind felt muddled, riddled with fuzz and it sounded like rushing water in your ears. It felt like you were floating, like the whole world had vanished around you and the only people in existence were you, Jungkook, and Taehyung.
"You've been a good girl," Jungkook licked his lips, hooking his thumbs into the band of his sweats. His cock was exposed for the first time and you let out a needy whimper. He was so hard, the tip a purple-red as it leaked precum from the slit. As he kicked the sweats away, he wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly began to pump himself. He slathered the precum down his length as lubrication. "Turn over on your stomach."
"Yes Sir," You rolled yourself over on trembling arms and knees so your ass was presented to him.
The bed dipped beside you and you found Taehyung, naked as the two of you, crawling to kneel in front of you.
His cock immediately had your mouth watering. He was long and thick, precum dripping from the tip as he rested it before your lips.
"Oh? You wanna suck my cock, babygirl?" He asked, looking down at you with a smirk.
"Y-Yes please Daddy," You whispered, licking your lips as you imagined the taste of him on your tongue.
"So polite..." He chuckled, swiping the very tip of his cock across your lips before pulling away.
You licked your lips, moaning when you tasted the bitter tang of his precum immediately. You nearly forgot about Jungkook until the blunt, hot head of his cock was prodding at your entrance.
"F-Fu—Sir..." You cut yourself off from cussing, not wanting to be punished for it.
"So tight..." Jungkook growled as he began to sink into you.
Unable to hold your head up, you muffled your long moan into the covers beneath you. He seemed to go on for ages, more and more filling you up until his hips were flush with your highs and his cock was kissing your cervix.
"God...you're taking me so deep..." Jungkook groaned, spreading your cheeks apart to get a look at the way your entrance was stretched to accommodate him.
"C'mon babygirl," Taehyung mumbled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head up from the covers.
Immediately, you leaned forward to envelop the hot head of his cock in your mouth. Taehyung's reaction was instantaneous, tossing his head back and groaning as you swirled your tongue around the tip to gather all the peaking precum you could.
Behind you, Jungkook began a slow pace — getting you used to being filled like you were once again. You arched your back, eager to have more of him inside you.
You took Taehyung as deep as you could, pushing against your gag-reflex until you choked on him and had to pull back. His hand was still wrapped in your hair, shallowly thrusting his hips against your mouth.
The two of them let out moans and groans of pleasure — getting off on your body. Your eyes were closed, unable to keep them open throught he onslaught of pleasure attacking your body.
Jungkooks cock, thick and hot as it stretched you open nailed your g-spot every time he sunk himself inside you. His large hands gripped your hips, using them as leverage to slam himself as deep as possible. Every time his brushed your cervix, your body tightened up at the pain-pleasure it gave you.
"Relax your throat," Taehyung suddenly ordered, making you open your eyes.
Your vision was doubled through both the fuzz muddling up your mind and the tears that had begun to build from choking around him. Still, you did as you were told, relaxing your throat completely and letting your eyes slide closed again.
"No, keep them open," He growled, tugging your hair roughly until your eyes fluttered open again. It was hard to do as Jungkook continued to fuck you roughly. "Look at me while I fuck your throat."
You mumbled incoherently around him, blinking slowly as you met his eyes. He was smirking, an almost cruel look in his eyes as he slowly began to sink his cock all the way into your throat. You went to pull back as you choked around him, your gag-reflex kicking in, but his grip on your hair had you held in place. You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head when he was fully sheathed in your throat.
"Swallow," He ground out, teeth clenched.
You did was you were told, feeling tears spill past and drip down your cheeks. Taehyung groaned, pulling back slowly only to repeat the process.
Your mind was assaulted by everything you were feeling, Jungkook's cock stretching you open and Taehyung's fat cock stuffed down your throat. You couldn't think of anything beyond being on the bed speared on both men's cocks.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum," Jungkook groaned, his hips beginning to stutter.
Quickly, Taehyung yanked your mouth off his cock, leaving you gasping for air as Jungkook fucked himself into you at an almost brutal pace. The younger reached up, gripping you by the shoulder for leverage as his orgasm began to crest. He sunk himself balls-deep, a flood of his cum filling your spasming cunt. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you with every wave of his orgasm.
"Fuck baby!" He moaned, head tossed back in pleasure.
His body was stiff for several long, drawn out seconds as his cock began to soften. When he pulled out, his cum gushed out as your cunt uncontrollably clenched.
"Oh look at that...you're wasting my cum, kitten," He tsked, watched as his cum stained the bedding.
"Guess the only thing to do is to plug up that gushing cunt huh?" Taehyung chastised.
Before you knew it, the two of them were switching places and you were rolled over onto your back. You realized your arms had been falling asleep. They tingled as you finally pulled your weight off them. The pain was put on the back burner as Taehyung's cock was quickly sheathed in your hot core.
He was thicker and longer than Jungkook, unable to sink completely inside you. There was brief burning as he stretched you more than you had been but your excess arousal mixed with Jungkook cum offered perfect lubricant. Your eyes rolled as you cried out reaching up to grip Jungkook's thick thighs for leverage. He let you, watching with a tired look in his eyes as Taehyung fucked you eagerly for his own orgasm.
"You've been so good, babygirl," Jungkook praised, cupping your bouncing breasts in his warm hands.
"Such a good girl," Taehyung added, his skin slapping against yours loudly. "I think you deserve to cum, yeah?"
"Yes...yes please!" You shrieked, energy renewed with the promise of your long awaited orgasm dangling in front of you.
"Alright, baby, you can cum," Jungkook cooed, sliding his hand from your breasts, past your ribs, down your stomach to rest his digits on your hard clit.
"Taking this fat cock so well," Taehyung growled, voice deeper than you'd ever heard it. "Go ahead and cream on me like a good fucking girl."
Your whole body seemed to lock up as your orgasm reached it's peak. It felt like ages before the first wave truly began to roll over you. Jungkook held your body close to him as you trembled violently through the high. Your eyes were wide but unseeing as Taehyung continued to brutally fuck you through the almost painful orgasm wracking through your sensitive body.
Jungkook's fingers didn't cease dancing over your little bud, even as a sob tore itself through your throat.
Just as it felt like your high was ending, another wave washed over you. Taehyung suddenly froze, bottomed out as deep as he could go, before he came inside you. His cum mixed with Jungkooks, leaking past your entrance to join the already made mess beneath you. Feeling him cum so much inside you, you felt one last gush from your orgasm — wetness raining down on the three of you.
The room fell still, Jungkooks trembling digits falling away from your clit as Taehyung pulled out of you. You were panting, mouth open as your chest heaved from the strongest orgasm you'd ever experienced in your life. It felt like your entire body was weighed down with lead but you felt your cunt clench again when Taehyung scooped up a dollop of escaped cum.
He looked as his fingers for a second before popping them in his mouth. His eyes rolled as he moaned, unable to hold himself back. You could've nearly cried when he suddenly leaned down so his face was at your heat again.
He thankfully kept his licks light, knowing how incredibly sensitive you would be after the orgasm you'd just had. He ate out all the cum he possible could for several seconds.
Then, above your recovering body, he met Jungkook for a sloppy kiss. Shockingly, another wave of arousal flashed through you as you watched them share the cum Taehyung just ate out of you.
You closed your eyes, unable to keep them open anymore as their moaning faded into darkness.
You sat down at a spare table, your laptop open in front of you as you browsed through your emails. With both Jungkook and Taehyung working, you felt a little lonely at the penthouse so you decided to surround yourself with people. Sipping on a drink you'd ordered, you failed to notice the approaching figure coming towards your table.
"Excuse me," You tore your gaze from your laptop screen to meet her eyes. She was tall with short black hair. "Are you _____ by chance?"
"Um yes that's me," You watched as she glanced over her shoulder before taking the empty chair across from you. You followed her gaze, finding nobody where she had been looking. "Can I help you?"
"You're Taehyung and Jungkook's sub right?"
Her words caught you off guard and you couldn't help but stutter. "H-How did you—"
"I have a friend," She said, shaking her head. "That's not what's important. My name is Park Soomin, do you know me?"
"I can't say that I do..." You slowly closed your laptop, realizing you weren't going to be getting anymore done.
Soomin sighed, appearing dejected by the news. "I figured they wouldn't' tell you...but I'd at least expected them to tell you they had another sub before..."
"Wait what? Repeat that again?" You nearly knocked your drink off the table as he leaned closer to her.
"They had an submissive before you," She mumbled, twiddling her thumbs nervous. Once again, she took a glance around the room over her shoulders. "
"And you're telling me...that someone was you?" You scoffed, leaning back with your arms crossed. "You got any proof?"
"Oh! Sure," You held in a sigh, having hoped she'd fail to have any. "Here you go."
She slid a worn, crumpled piece of paper in front of you. You flipped it over, revealing the matching information for when they were together along with the termination. They separated over two years before you matched with them. Typically, the information on separation was kept confidential so you took all the time you had to read what the paper said.
Termination reason: Party revealed to exhibit toxic behavior in relationship.
"What does that mean?" You asked, pointing to the part you had just read.
"That's why I wanted to talk to you," She sighed, taking the paper back and folding it up. "Taehyung and Jungkook aren't what they seem to be!"
"What do you mean?" Your voice was shaky, filled with anxiety of what she would disclose. You'd only been legally together for 6 months, there was obviously a lot you still had to learn about them.
"They like to play with your feelings," She whispered, her own voice beginning to wobble. "They make you fall in love with them and then they just cruelly rip the rug out from under you and laugh when it hurts."
"Th-They haven't done anything to hurt me, though," You argued, knowing just how weak you sounded.
She smiled sympathetically, placing her hand over yours. "They haven't yet. But you have to face it, _____. They've been together all their lives, they're rich and successful. How much room is there for you really?"
"I..." Her words cut you deep, digging up insecurities you didn't even know existed.Tears stung your eyes, they were nearly impossible to hold back and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in the middle of the cafe. "I have to go."
You threw your laptop into your bag, didn't even bother to put your coat on properly before you ran out of the cafe. Belatedly, you realized you didn't throw your drink away. Wiping your eyes, you caught the tears before they actually managed to fall.
"Hey wait!" You heard a shrill cry, followed by loud clicking of heels. Turning around, you were met with Soomin, panting and still holding that sympathetic smile. "Take my number. I know how it feels to be where you are now. Call me if you need anything, alright?"
"Th-Thank you Soomin," You sniffled, tucking the paper in your pocket before turning and heading on your way once again.
By the time you got home, the hurt had ebbed away in quiet anger and humiliation. They had lied to you and just acted like they hadn't hid their past while you had laid it all out for them.
Whipping out your phone, you brought up your group chat with them.
To: Babe-Group [5:19PM]
When will you be home?
Immediately there was an answer from Jungkook claiming they were on their way home at that moment. Deciding not to sit there and wait for them, you removed the makeup you'd applied for the day and put your neatly done hair into a messy bun. You sat on the bed, mindlessly playing an Idle-Tap game to pass the time.
Nearly a half hour passed before the door opened and the melodious laughter of your boyfriends filled the space.
"Baby, we're home!" Taehyung called.
As you entered the living room, frown set in place, you realized they had stopped to get some takeout.
"Got your favorite, sweetheart!" Jungkook said, reaching into the bags to pull out Chicken Bulgogi.
For some reason, it was the last straw for the bad day and before you knew it, the tears you'd been fighting off finally trickled down your face. Sniffling loudly, you used your sweater sleeve to wipe your eyes dry only for more to take their place.
"Whoa, hey, what is it?" Taehyung gasped, rushing over to you in hopes to console you.
"Y-You lied to me!" You shrieked, turning your crying into a teary glare.
"What? What are you talking about?" Jungkook asked, rounding the couch to meet you and Taehyung in the hallway.
"Soomin," You spat out her name, watching them like hawks.
As expected, the both of them stiffened with their eyes wide. Mouths open, they shared a look and even with no words said, it gave you exactly what you needed to know.
"Did you think I wouldn't find out?!" You cried.
"Baby, we didn't—"
"No! I don't want to hear it!" You snapped, turning your back on them and stomping down the hallway to the bedroom. They followed close behind you, barging into the room after you.
"Just let us explain!" Jungkook growled, obviously growing frustrated with your anger.
"Why? So you can lie to me again?!" You argued. "She told me about you two, you know?"
"What are you talking about?" Taehyung asked, appearing more calm than Jungkook.
"That you like to play around, you're not serious!" You choked out, wiping your running nose with your sleeve. "Th-That you don't think there's any room between the two of you for a sub. A-And I should have known that!"
"_____, you're being ridiculous!" Jungkook snapped.
They both watched helplessly as you began to pack a bag of your clothes.
"You can't leave," Taehyung gasped, moving to grab your bag from your hands.
"I can do what I please! I'm not going to stay here and have you lie to me and play cruel games with my feelings!" You stormed past them, holding in your sobs as you did your best to ignore their efforts to change your mind.
"_____, baby, you've got to believe us that's not what we were doing at all!" Taehyung cried, chasing after you all the way to the door.
"Why won't you listen to us? Give us a minute to explain!" Jungkook added, stopping as you walked out of the door.
"You had your chance to explain everything to me months ago. How am I meant to trust you when you hid it from me?" You scoffed, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "There had to have been a reason you hid it from me and right now I have every reason to believe what she told me is why. You just wanted to play your stupid games and make a fool of me."
"_____!" They both shouted until you disappeared into the closest elevator.
You crash onto your bed, the sad single person bed you'd left behind for Taehyung and Jungkook. Crying into your pillow seemed so childish but there you were, doing just that. Your phone rang and rang, indicating numerous text messages and phone calls that simply went ignored.
When you woke up in the morning, you unlocked your phone to find tons of notifications. Still feeling the ache of their betrayal weighing heavily on your heart and mind, you dismissed them all and put your phone on Do Not Disturb mode for the day.
Deciding you deserved to treat yourself, you made yourself presentable and headed over to the local ice-cream shop. You sat on the stool with a sigh, reading the menu overhead on the wall.
"What can I get you?" A familiar voice mumbled, sounding entirely unenthused. However, when you made eye-contact with him, his eyes lit up. "______?"
"Daehoon..." You choked. "U-Uh just get me a plain vanilla in a waffle cone, please."
"Sure," He smiled, turning around to begin making your order. "I have to say it's pretty surprising to see you here!"
"Um yeah, ditto," You replied, feeling the relaxation you had been cultivating ebb away into quiet tension.
He seemed unaware of your unenthusiastic response to seeing him as he handed your ice-cream with a smile. "You know, I tried to contact you after we broke up but your number was out of service."
"Yeah I uhh...I changed it," You shrugged, licking your sweet treat.
"I figured," He smiled, leaning on the counter on his elbows in front of you. "I wanted to apologize for the way we ended. I didn't treat you right and I am man enough to admit that to you."
"Um...thanks Daehoon," You sighed, finally meeting his gaze.
"So you're still living around here, huh?" He asked.
"Yeah I...it's a nice place to live," You replied, desperately trying to end the conversation. "You know, I really ought to go. I just came to grab a cone and I should get going. What do I owe you?"
"Oh it's on the house!" He shrugged with a smile.
You sighed, reaching into your wallet and pulling out a ₩5000 and placing it on the table. You figured that ought to cover it before turning and leaving.
As you sat up late that night, going through emails you were behind on, you heard your doorbell ring. Glancing at the time, it read 10:20 PM and you could feel yourself already growing annoyed at having a visitor at that time.
"It's really late—" You froze as you opened the door to a familiar grinning face. "Daehoon. What the hell are you doing here? How did you find me?"
"I-I had a friend tell me you l-live in this building!" You quickly realized he was drunk. He was slurring and swaying where he stood. "I figured if I rang enough doors I wo-would either find you or someone would t-tell me where you w-were."
"Okay but why the hell did you come here?" You snapped, already feeling impatient over this inconvenient encounter.
"Y-You never said i-if you forgive me..." He hiccuped after he finished and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"Yes, alright, I forgive you. Now would you please leave?" You begged.
"Alright b-but...one more thing," Before you could register what was happening, he was cupping your cheeks and planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. It took a quick second for your mind to catch up with you and when it did, you violently pulled yourself away and slammed the door in his face without saying anything. You could hear him mumble something on the other side of the door but couldn't hear him nor did you know if he was even talking to you.
Still, you heaved a sigh of relief when you looked through the peephole to find him gone.
When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was your phone lighting up. Realizing it was still on DND, you grabbed it and unlocked it. However, a text notification from an unknown number with a picture attachment.
As you opened it, you shot up straight in bed at what you saw.
It was a picture of you and Daehoon standing in the hallway in front of your apartment. And you were kissing.
To: Unknown [9:47AM]
Who is this?
From: Unknown [9:48AM]
Guess.
You glared at the phone number as if it would tell you itself who it was. As you looked at the last 4 digits, you realized you recognize the number. Scrambling out of bed, you dug in the bag you'd brought from the penthouse that contained your clothes. Pulling out your favorite pair of jeans, you fished in the front pocket for a piece of paper.
"Ah ha!" You unfolded the slip, looking at the phone number closely. Pulling your phone off the bed where you left it, you opened the text thread again.
To: Unknown [9:51AM]
Soomin.
From: Soomin [9:51AM]
Bingo! I bet you're wondering what's going on, yeah?
To: Soomin [9:51AM]
You could say that again...
From: Soomin [9:52AM]
Well, I'll just say that I'll explain what I really want when you meet me at the cafe we first met at noon.
To: Soomin [9:53AM]
And if I don't?
From: Soomin [9:53AM]
You wouldn't want Tae and Kook to get an eyeful of you locking lips with your ex, would you?
You sighed, realizing now where this was going.
To: Soomin [9:53AM]
Alright...I'll be there.
From: Soomin [9:54AM]
That's what I thought.
You locked your phone, not bothering to give a final response. You opened your group chat with your doms, not bothering to read the numerous texts they'd sent again. Deciding against telling them, you locked your phone and slumped down on the floor defected, feeling hopeless and anxious as you wanted for noon to roll around.
When you walked in, the once-comforting atmosphere only offered tense anxiety. Soomin sat in the corner, scrolling through her phone when you approached.
"To be honest, I thought you weren't going to show," She beamed, putting her phone away as she offered you a seat.
"I was going to if you hadn't threatened me," You grumbled as you sat. "Now what do you want? Money?"
"Oh no I don't need any money," She waved her hand. "I want them back."
"Pardon?"
"They're meant to be mine and I want them back," Her pleasant tone disappeared. "Break up with them so I can have them instead. That's it. Simple right?"
"Y-You're crazy..." You whispered, sitting back in your seat in pure disbelief. "A scheme like that wouldn't possibly work."
"Well you left them anyway right? You're staying at your old apartment," She shrugged.
"How did—" The pieces suddenly clicked. "Daehoon."
"Bingo!" She giggled. "It's a win-win scenario really. You get out of a toxic relationship and I get them back."
"If they're so toxic why do you want them so badly?" You narrowed your eyes, watching as she froze. Laughing in disbelief, you spat. "It was you who was cited for toxic behavior. Because you're actually insane!"
"And you're a little fool!" She snapped, slamming her hands on the table as she leaned in closer. "You believed everything I told you. You proved you didn't trust them and now they'll never take you back because the biggest key for a relationship like that to work is trust."
"And yet you think they'll take you back?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "You really are crazy."
"Of course they will. I'll make sure of it." She growled.
"Okay so," You stood up, shaking your head. "I've had enough of this. I'm leaving."
"So you'll do it?" She asked.
"Absolutely not," You snapped, turning your back to her.
It was dark out when you were awoken by your doorbell going off over and over again. It was obnoxious to the point you wanted to ignore it but the more they pressed, the longer you realized you couldn't take it that long. So with a big sigh, you heaved yourself out of bed and to the living room. The loud ringing made your temples throb. Finally, you jerked the door open fully ready to chew the person on the other side out. Before you got the chance to open your mouth, you were being knocked out of the way as your boyfriends barrelled inside.
"So you made a huge fucking scene for this bullshit huh?" Jungkook shouted, storming down the hallway towards your bedroom. "Where is he?!"
"What? Where's who?!" You cried, looking at Taehyung who only stared on blankly.
"Your fucking ex," Jungkook snarled as he came back out.
"Daehoon? H-He's not here what the fuck? Why would he be?" You snapped, growing fed up with Jungkook's behavior.
"Oh I don't know," Taehyung finally spoke, unlocking his phone. "Maybe because of this."
Your heart leapt into your throat at the photo of Daehoon kissing you flashed on Taehyung's screen. You could feel your pulse begin to race in panic as you realized exactly what they thought.
"I-It's not what you think..." You stuttered, attempting to defend yourself.
"Oh yeah that's a good one," Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "See what we think...is that you made a huge fucking deal about us not telling you about our ex in order to get away from us and come fucking cheat on us!"
"No!" You cried, shaking your head as tears welled up in your eyes.
"Why should we believe you?" Taehyung asked, voice cold as ice. "You didn't trust us. You didn't believe us."
"Why should we believe you?" Jungkook spat.
"B-Because..." You were at a loss for words, looking desperately between their angry eyes as your own filled and stung with tears.
"I'm surprised you're not trying to deny it's you or something," Jungkook chuckled, looking at the picture. "But I guess you can't...you are wearing our collar huh. A lot that meant..."
You broke into soft sobs as his words cut you deep, making your heart ache. Mindlessly, you reached up to touch the very collar you were wearing — clutching the pendant with their initials desperately.
"We'll be filing for match-termination in the morning," Taehyung said, making his way towards the door.
Jungkook followed the older, turning to look over his shoulder at your before leaving, putting a final nail in the coffin. "We're over _____."
As the door slammed shut, you sunk onto the couch in tears. Leaning over, you sobbed into the arm rest. You cried and cried about the situation you found yourself in. It seemed like you were there for hours before the doorbell went off again — just once. You jumped to your feet, hoping with all your heart that Taehyung and Jungkook had come back.
However, when you opened it, all hopes were crushed to dust as Daehoon stood there with a grin.
"You've been crying..." He sighed, moving to step inside. You stopped him with a hand and he paused. "What is it?"
"What are you doing here?" You growled, feeling your hurt over your boyfriend's turn into fury towards your ex.
"Well I made you upset the other night...so, it's only natural that I come here and talk," He shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You know I'm sorry and I'll be better—"
"I know you're part of everything," You snapped.
"Wh-What?" He stuttered, falling stiff.
"Soomin told me you were helping with all of this. Why on earth would I take you back after that?" You were surprised by the coldness in your own voice.
"Sh-She told you?" Daehoon asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets as he lost his cool composure. "That bitch! I should have known she would only be willing to help herself. I should have known she'd use me."
"Just get out Daehoon," You whispered, beginning to shut the door. "Don't contact me again."
That night, you slept sobbing into your pillow.
A notification went off on your phone, indicating a new text message. You could barely gain the energy to reach forward and answer it. The name showed that the manager for your company was texting you — something he rarely did.
From: Manager. Im
You've not completed any work in the past week. Our clients are getting impatient on new developments. This job opportunity will vanish before you know it if you don't pick it up.
Sighing, you locked your phone again, unable to find any reason to answer. Before you could put your phone down, you got another text message. The name had your heart shattering as it violently reminded you of what was coming.
Jung Hoseok.
However, as you opened the text, you realized it wasn't anything mentioning your match-termination. Instead, it just read 'fix this'.
You weren't sure what it was but something about those simple two words had you jumping to your feet. Not bothering to really get dressed, you simply threw on your shoes and bolted out of your apartment.
Your feet were screaming in pain by the time you were in front of the penthouse. Fishing into your pocket, you pulled out the key to the front door. As you entered, you could hear their voices drifting from down the hallway. Shutting the door as quietly as possible, you sucked in a deep breath to steel yourself for the confrontation. Feeling your heart pounding heavily, you shuffled your way to the bedroom.
As you peeked into the room, you saw the two of them hugging. Jungkook sat on the bed as Taehyung stood between his legs with his arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Um..." You cleared your throat, startling them into pulling away.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Jungkook snarled jumping to his feet.
"I...I just want to talk..." You stepped fully into the room, wrapping your arms around your waist.
"Why would we ever listen to you?" Jungkook snapped, vicious glare fixed on you.
"B-Because...I love you and...I hope you can find it in your heart to listen to me for just a minute?" Your voice became watery as you couldn't hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.
"You're wearing it..." Taehyung whispered, making both you and Jungkook look at him. He walked over to you, reaching up to touch the dangling pendant on your collar. "Say what you need to."
You let out a sigh, feeling even sadder when Taehyung moved away to sit beside Jungkook. The younger didn't argue with Taehyung's decision but he still glared at you.
"You have to believe me...when she told me you kept your ex-sub from me, what else was I supposed to think? She gave me the only reason to believe. I-I was so hurt that you lied to me I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you," You rushed out, wanting to get it out in the open as quickly as possible. "B-But you have to believe me when I tell you I didn't cheat on you with Daehoon. Soomin told me she and Daehoon were working together so she could get you back! He kissed me and I threw him out right away!"
"How did he know where you lived?" Jungkook asked.
"I...I think Soomin found out somehow and told him. He told me that he didn't even know what apartment was mine. Just the building," You replied.
"How did you get in contact with him again?" Taehyung asked, glare softening into a gaze of curiosity.
"I...After we had our fight I was sad so..." You fought a smile. "I went to go get some ice cream and he was working there."
There was a moment of silence, Jungkook and Taehyung sharing a look as the thought your words over. Finally, Taehyung sighed and stood up.
"Alright," You felt yourself relax as he walked over to you. "We'll look into the two of them.
"D-Does this mean you believe me?" You asked, hopeful.
"No way," Jungkook snapped. "Not until there's proof."
"S-So I can't stay here?" You weren't sure why you asked, already knowing the answer.
"We don't fucking want you here," Jungkook growled, standing as well now. Taehyung made no move to stop him as he began to urge you out even as you began to cry. "Just because we're going to look into whatever bullshit you spew doesn't mean we're willing to keep you around."
Standing in the hallway, you let his words sink in. You could feel his glare burning into you and you couldn't stop the sob that tore loose. You turned on your heel and booked it towards the door, eager to escape the heavy, negative energy that filtered around you.
Nighttime rolled around and you sat curled up on the couch watching Disney movies. They gave you an excuse to cry without saying it was because you were hurting.
Three solid knocks pounded on your door and you stood up, not bothering to pause your movie. You didn't bother looking through the peephole, easily opening the door. You were greeted by a splash of red flowers in your face.
"Wha—!" You looked up to find Taehyung nursing a tender smile. "Tae..."
"Let me in?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"O-Oh sure..." You stepped aside to let him in, closing the door as he kicked his shoes off. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you," He replied, handing the bouquet of roses to you.
You wandered to the kitchen, fishing in the cabinets to find a vase. "About?"
"I know Jungkook was harsh," He sighed, leaning against the wall as you filled the transparent pink case with water. "You know he didn't mean that. He's just...hurt."
"It's okay," You shrugged, finally placing the roses in the water. You stood back, admiring them. "You didn't come here to apologize on behalf of Jungkook, Tae."
"You're right," He sighed, taking your hand and leading you into the living room. As you both sat down, he scooted closer to you. "I came to tell you that I believe you."
"You do?" Your eyes began to well with tears again, but for the first time in two weeks it was in relief. "Really?"
"Yes," He smiled, reaching up to cup your cheek. "I love you so much and I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. I'm putting my trust in you."
"I-I love you too Taehyung," You sobbed, leaning forward to wrap yourself in his arms. "I won't let you down."
After hugging for several long second, he finally pulled away. Cupping your jaw, he pressed his lips to yours to pull you into a tender kiss.
After hugging for several long seconds, he finally pulled away. Cupping your chin, he pressed his lips to yours to pull you into a tender kiss. It didn't take long for it to deepen, his hand coming around to cup the back of your head. Your hands rested on his chest, standing on your tippy-toes to properly kiss him how you wished.
However, just as you began to lose yourself in his kiss, he tightened his grip in your hair until you whimpered in pain and pulled back.
"You've caused us a lot of heartbreak haven't you babygirl?" His sweet face was gone, replaced by a cold and detached facade.
You whimpered. "Y-Yes Daddy..."
"Are you sorry for what you did?" He asked, looking down at you.
"Y-Yes I'm so sorry, Daddy..." You choked out, wincing when he pulled harder on your hair.
"If you're really sorry, you'll take a punishment like a good girl right?" He asked.
You nodded as much as you could. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be so good. Please punish me, Daddy!"
"On your knees, slut," He growled, almost shoving you to the floor. Resting on your knees, ignoring the way the hard wood dug into you, you looked up at him waiting what he was going to do. "Do you remember your safe word?"
"Red, Daddy," You breathed, voice nothing but a whisper.
"Right."
You nearly pouted when you didn't receive praise before reminding yourself it was a punishment. You kept silent as he began to undo the belt on his slacks, dropping the expensive leather to the floor with a loud clack from the buckle. He unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down, keeping a cold gaze on you the entire time until he pulled his already hard cock from his boxers.
You paused, watching as he wrapped his fist around himself, slowly jerking himself off in front of you.
"Well?" He snapped, making you look away from his beautiful cock.
"Wh-What?" Before you could even register, there was a sharp sting across your cheek followed by a sharp crack. Almost immediately, you felt yourself gush into your panties as you mind became fuzzy.
"Disrespectful little slut," He snarled. "Am I expected to suck my own cock?"
"N-No sir...sorry Daddy," You whispered, licking your lips before scooting closer as you reached for his cock.
"No hands," He sighed before you could touch him. "Use your mouth only."
"Y-Yes sir..." You whispered, opening your mouth wide to take the head of his cock in.
You slowly took more of him in, using as much saliva as you could to make it easier. It dripped down your chin onto your hands that were clenched in your own pajama pants. He fished his hand through your hair again and tilted his head back in a sigh as you took about half of him in. He hit your gag-reflex and you went to move back he stopped you by tugging your hair to put you back in your place.
"You tap out if you need to," He said, dropping the angry glare he had and loosened his grip to stroke your head. "Alright?"
The second you met his eyes and nodded that you understood, the deadly grip was back and his eyes were on fire. Violently, he was yanking your head towards him to force his cock down your throat and past your gag-reflex. You choked immediately, eyes filling with tears. He held you there for a second, groaning as he felt your throat spasm around him with every choke you went through.
As quickly as he did it, he pulled you off again and you gasped for air — a string of spit still connecting your lips with his cock. Before you could gather all your breath, however, his cock was down your throat again.
This time, he used his hips to fuck your mouth — using you to get himself off with no care to how you choked and cried around him. Mindlessly, you reached up to clutch onto his pants tightly. The action made him slow considerably and he carefully watched you. Meeting your eyes, he scoffed, continuing on as if he hadn't stopped to check on you.
"Dirty fucking slut," He snapped. "You're drooling everywhere. You've got it all over me, yourself. You know how much these pants cost, hm? And now they're soaked."
Typically you would apologize, but with the way he was shoving his length in and out of your throat, you were unable to. He was right, though, there was spit dripping down your chin and onto the floor, creating a puddle.
He groaned suddenly, pausing sheathed inside you to feel the way you choked around him. You struggled to get air properly, tears making it impossible to see him clearly. You continued to hold onto his pants for comfort and security as you began to slip further and further away. Noticing the change in your demeanor, how you became more pliant, he pulled out of your throat, making you choke and cough. His grip in your hair relaxed and he ran his fingers through the tangled locks. Though his touch was gentle, he still had those cold eyes.
"Pl-Please punish me more, Daddy," You begged, your throat raw from the brutal fucking.
Taehyung scoffed, backing up a few steps until he dropped himself onto the couch. With one hand, he began to jerk his wet cock off while with the other he began to undo his button-up shirt. With the sleeve of your shirt, you wiped off the excess cum on your lips and chin as you watched him pleasure himself. His head hit the back of the couch, a moan breaking from his lips.
"Even my hand is better than your fucking throat," He scoffed, chuckling at the way you deflated in front of him. "What are you gonna do about that, huh?"
"Wh-Whatever Daddy wants me to," You replied.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt and he paused in his stroking to pull it off and toss it away. Next, he lifted his hips to shove both his pants and boxers off of his legs. Spreading his legs, he used one hand to grip his length and the other to reach between his legs and cup his own balls. He hummed in pleasure, slick sounds from your spit on his cock filling your ears.
You were absolutely soaked, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your core as you sat on your knees before him.
"Stand up," He ordered, which you scrambled to do. You stumbled slightly, your legs had begun to fall asleep. Taehyung chuckled cruelly at your struggle, merely watching you as you swayed on your two feet. "Now strip."
Quick as lightning, you pulled your shirt off — revealing your bare breasts. He commented on the fact you weren't wearing a bra, making you flush as you pushed your pants and panties down until they pooled around your ankles on the floor.
"Look at you, you're actually dripping down your thighs," He teased, making you shift in embarrassment at being caught being so aroused. "You really are a slut."
"Y-Yes Daddy, I'm sorry..." You whispered, slightly shielding yourself by folding your hands in front of yourself.
"You want to be a good girl, right?" He asked.
Your head jerked up immediately and you nodded. "Yes, Daddy! I do!"
"Then come over here and sit on my cock," He let his member go, relaxing into the couch as you stumbled over to him.
You straddled his lap, holding his cock steady as you positioned your aching hole over his tip. You realized you hadn't been prepped, hesitating with his tip resting against your slit. Taehyung regarded you carefully, watching as you struggled to think of what to do. Your mind was racing, thoughts muffled and for a second, you attempted to bring yourself back to the surface. Before you could, however, you were being tugged into Taehyung's chest.
"Daddy!" You cried, eyes rolling back in your head as he sunk three digits into your little hole. It burned, making you writhe, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
"Stupid little girl," He scoffed, sloppily working his fingers in and out of you. "Can't even figure out how to prep yourself huh? Need me to do everything for you?"
"I-I'm sorry Daddy..." You slurred, feeling you drool onto his skin slightly as he abused your g-spot. "'S just so fuzzy..."
"Mmm, I know baby," He cooed, kissing your shoulder so softly you nearly missed it. In a flash, he was pulling his fingers out of you and forcing you to sit up properly again. "Now sit your little cunt on my cock."
Your breath stuttered out as you did as you were told, your eyes crossing as you bottomed out completely. You froze there, your walls spasming and clenching around his member uncontrollably.
"Suh-So good...Daddy..." You whined. "So deep."
"Already losing it?" He asked, gripping your hips to keep you steady on top of him. "My fat cock is almost too much for you isn't it? Makes you lose your mind. Look at you, you're drooling. Such a stupid slut over cock."
"'M a stupid slut," You repeated, resting your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you eagerly began to bounce on his cock.
You were so wet, you could hear it as you fucked yourself on him. Skin slapped against skin and the sound mingled with your moans. Taehyung groaned every time you sunk down on him, hot pussy enveloping him and squeezing him impossibly tight.
"I-I...Can I cum, Daddy?" You mewled, eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure began to crest in that oh-so familiar way.
"I guess..." Taehyung sighed, sounding almost bored. "But you won't stop until I cum. I don't care how fucking sensitive you get."
"Th-Thank you Daddy," You cried, freezing atop him as you ground down — grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. It was the push you needed, trembling as you came around him. You stopped to catch your breath, blinking blearily as you attempted to come down.
"I didn't say you could fucking stop," Taehyung growled, slapping your cheek so your head snapped to the side.
"S-Sorry Daddy..." You winced as you began to fuck yourself on him again, feeling sensitive after your orgasm. You were determined to be a good girl though, to get him to forgive you, that you desperately began squeezing your walls deliberately around him to pleasure him more.
"Fuck that's good..." You keened under his barely-there praise.
You angled your hips, finding your g-spot with practiced ease. You whined, tossing your head back as you continued to abuse the spot. Your body was covered in sweat and your hair clung to your skin irritatingly. You could feel another orgasm rising and you eagerly reached down to circle your clit, sending you into another shaking orgasm. You dropped your head onto his shoulder as you rode it out, whining out 'daddy' as you did so.
He ran his fingertips along your back, as he gave you just a second before gripping your hips and cruelly fucking himself up into your still clenching hole.
"Daddy!" You cried, digging your nails into has fragile skin.
"What is it, baby?" He asked, tone nowhere sweet and instead condescending.
"S-Sensitive..." You complained, feeling tears prick your eyes.
He laughed, not slowly down as he continued to fuck you. "I told you I don't care. You're just a toy for me to get off on."
His words had another wave of arousal flashing through you, making you clench tightly around him as you gushed. Taehyung chuckled. "You're creaming all over me, dirty girl."
"Daddy..." You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as you felt another orgasm coming onto you.
Suddenly, everything rolled and you found yourself on your back with Taehyung pinning your thighs open. He gazed between your legs, watching his own cock force itself inside your tight slit.
"Fuck...you can barely even take me," He breathed, his bangs clinging to his forehead. "But you have to take me, isn't that right? Because good girls take their Daddy's cocks nice and deep until they gush, huh?"
"Yes Daddy," You replied, eyes rolling back in your head as your orgasm crested once again.
This time, Taehyung came with you. His cum flooded your cunt, fucking it out of you as more replaced it. He rode out his orgasm, keeping your thighs pinned as they trembled and attempted to close against the onslaught of overstimulation.
Before long, he was slowing to a stop but kept his cock buried in you. Releasing your thighs, he leaned over you and met you in a tender kiss. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close.
"You took it so well, babygirl," He whispered, sitting up. Taking you with him, he allowed you to cling to him and hide your face in his shoulder. He laughed softly as you began to sniffle but it wasn't cruel. He ran a gentle hand up and down your back as you began to cry. "What is it baby? Overwhelmed?"
You didn't reply, only nodding your head as you continued to hold onto him. You didn't cry for long, your tears drying up quickly at the help of his comfort.
"You know I love you right?" He asked, voice muffled against your skin.
You sniffled, nodding your head. "I love you too, Daddy."
"Still lost, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling when you nodded. "We'll just sit here until you come out of it. I'm right here."
You sat like that for ages, taking deep comfort in having his arms around you after fearing you would never have him again. You couldn't bring yourself to let him go, needing him to stay with you and whisper sweet nothings and I love you's.
Although Taehyung and you had made up, you still felt the gaping hole that was left by Jungkook’s absence. You laid in bed late at night, staring at pictures of him on your phone. Some were candid and others were selfies with him grinning happily.
You could feel your eyes growing heavy with sleep which was cut short by an incoming phone call. Jungkook's name flashed on the screen and you nearly dropped your phone in your rush to answer it.
"Hello?" You asked, trying to shake away the sleep in your eyes.
"_-_____..." He sobbed, making you sit up so quickly your head spun.
"Kook? You okay?" You asked.
"I...I don't care if you're lying, ____. I miss you so much...I love you so much," He choked out, coughing slightly as he grew more worked up. "Y-You can continue lying to me j-just please come home."
"A-Alright I'll be there in a minute, Kook, alright?" You breathed, waiting for him to murmur his confirmation before hanging up.
You took the opportunity to text Taehyung as you got ready.
To: Taehyung [12:58AM]
Where you are?
From: Taehyung [12:58AM]
Had to stay late for work. Why?
To: Taehyung [12:59AM]
Jungkook called me crying. I'm going to head over there.
From: Taehyung [1:00AM]
Alright. Thank you.
You wondered why he was thanking you but disregarded it in favor of throwing your shoes and jacket on.
After calling an Uber, you quickly dashed to the penthouse, anxious and scared of what you would find. Unlocking the door with shaking hands, you walked in to hear Jungkook crying from the bedroom.
"Jungkook!" You cried, rushing to where he sat on the edge of the bed.
"_____," He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly. "Baby I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay Kook, I forgive you," You whispered, breathing in his comforting scent.
You pulled back, meeting those teary doe-eyes. Unable to stop yourself, you pulled him in for a kiss; gripping the baby hairs at the base of his neck as you did so.
You pulled back, meeting those teary doe-eyes. Unable to stop yourself, you pulled him in for a kiss; gripping the baby hairs at the base of his neck as you did so. His hands coming up to hold your waist, bringing your body closer against his own.
He moaned softly into the kiss, pushing up the hem of your shirt until you pulled it off. He wasted no time in unclipped your bra, eagerly discarding the offending material to cup your breasts. Breaking the kiss, he instead enveloped your nipple in his hot mouth. You gripped his hair as he swirled his tongue around the bud.
His other hand was not idle, he slid it into the band of your pants and into your panties. You gasped, tightening your grip in his hair as two digits found your entrance which was just beginning to leak your arousal. He switched his mouth to the other nipple, leaving the other to harden as the cool air touched it.
Jungkook's experienced digits worked your cunt, forcing you to get wet enough for him to slide two fingers into your entrance. He kept the fingers buried inside, finding your g-spot easily before suddenly pulling out and using the wetness to swirl over your clit until the bud was hardened in full arousal.
You were panting by the time he pulled his fingers out, popping them in his mouth with a moan as his eyes rolled back.
"You taste like euphoria," He whispered, quickly yanking your pants and panties down until you kicked them away. "Get up here."
"Yes Sir," You whispered, doing as you were told.
He smiled fondly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before stealing another kiss from you. After pulling away, you quickly stripped himself of his clothes. His cock was half-hard and he moaned as you took it in your hand.
"Spit in your hand for me, kitten," He whispered, groaning as you did as you were told.
Using your spit-slicked hand, you began to stroke him slowly. Squeezing from the base to the head, you worked him to full hardness easily. He leaned back on his hands, watching your pretty hand jerk his cock. Precum began to bead at the tip and you couldn't stop yourself from leaning down and catching it on your tongue. Jungkook cursed at the feeling of your tongue circling his tip, dipping into the slit there to taste more of his precum.
"You taste so good, Sir," You whispered, batting your lashes at him.
"Go ahead and suck me off," He gathered your hair in his hand, keeping it out of the way as you swallowed the head of him.
His hips jerked, that part of his cock especially sensitive. You didn't focus too much time there, not wanting him to cum too early. You took him deeper, up to that pesky gag-reflex, pulling back before you could choke on him.
"Good girl," He praised, groaning as you bobbed your head in time to your sucking.
While you were pleasuring him, he decided to return the favor. Bent over his lap as you were, it didn't take much for him to maneuver you into straddling yourself over his face. You felt your cheeks burn hot at the embarrassing position but didn't have time to dwell on it when he was licking a fat stripe across the creaming wetness on your folds.
Your moan vibrated around his cock, making his hips jerk at the stimulation. His lips found your clit, sucking the hard bud into his mouth as you ground down against him. Pulling back slightly on his cock, your swirled your tongue along the head of him which was received with a gasp. You quickly dropped back down, pushing past your reflex until you choked around him. Spit bubbled from around your lips, coating the base of his cock and his skin. Wrapping the had not supporting your weight around the base, you used the spit as lubrication to stroke what you couldn't easily take.
Jungkook's tongue found your entrance, sliding into the clenching hole and moaning at your taste. He swallowed all the delicious juices you had for him, using his thumbs to spread your folds open.
"Pretty cunt," He growled, licking your exposed clit repeatedly until you were trembling. "So sensitive."
He didn't stop supplying tender licks and kisses to the throbbing bud, even as you began to whimper with an impending orgasm. Jungkook could feel his own orgasm rising to surface as he felt your clit throb under his tongue. He pulled back, smirking when you whined at the denied orgasm. Your entire cunt pulsed violently, your entrance clenching around nothing.
You doubled your efforts sucking his cock, taking him even deeper into your throat. Your eyes watered as you coughed but it was worth it to hear the way Jungkook cried out.
Realizing he was going to come soon, he went back to playing with your sensitive clit. You sobbed as he swirled his tongue around the bud, pulling the hood back so it was completely vulnerable to him.
Taking the head of him in your mouth, you used your hand to stroke the rest of his shaft. His whole body froze beneath you, muscles going taut as his cock throbbed rhythmically in your hand. The first splash of cum on your tongue made you jump, taking your by surprise but you quickly swallowed it down ready for more. He continued to cum into your mouth until he finally relaxed, riding out the aftershocks as you swallowed the rest of him down.
Pulling off his cock, you sat up and placed your hands on his chest.
"Pl-Please make me cum, Sir," You begged, still tasting the tang of his cum on your tongue.
Jungkook leaned up just slightly, taking your cunt into his mouth. He licked everywhere he could, suckling upon your clit and sliding his tongue as deep as possible into your entrance. You were trembling, eyes rolling back as you ground your hip — riding his tongue to completion. He moaned against you, teeth just barely catching your clit — finally setting you off.
You whole body trembled as you cried out — the orgasm strong and leaving you breathless. You sobbed out his name, your nails digging into his chest, catching his nipple. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his cock twitch at that but you were too absorbed in the way he continued to eat your cunt as you rode out your high.
Finally, you couldn't take anymore, and you slumped to the side — falling off of him.
The two of you laid there, cuddled together as you caught your breath after the amazing orgasms you gave each other.
The sound of the door had you both looking up, Taehyung's heavy footsteps pounding down the hallway. He didn't even bother to take his shoes off judging by the sound.
"You were right, _____," Taehyung panted, a boxy grin on his face. "Soomin and Daehoon have been stealing information from various companies for months. They had an entire plot to just break us up."
"What a relief," You breathed. "N-Not the plot b-but you know...that you found out."
"How did you find out?" Jungkook asked.
"They're both blacklisted from being matched," Taehyung placed a paper down, leaning down to kick his shoes off obviously not willing to discuss it any further at the moment. "Now, to celebrate the good news..."
You giggled as he loosened his tie while clamoring onto the bed.
He leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your lips and then to Jungkook's lips.
"Shall we show our babygirl how much we appreciate her?" He asked, making Jungkook grin and nod.
It was almost incredible how much stamina Jungkook had, having just recovered from his orgasm and was already ready to go again. Taehyung leaned back as Jungkook began to gently touch your body — still sensitive from just playing with Jungkook.
The elder stripped his clothes as quickly as he could, making you giggle at the sight.
"I love you so much, baby," Taehyung whispered, kissing your lips quickly. "Think you could take me now?"
"Yes please," You whispered, eagerly spreading your legs.
"Fuck, you're so wet," He whispered, sliding the head of his cock through the mess between your folds. "Did Jungkook make you cum good?"
"So good..." You sighed, eyes fluttering when the head of his cock caught your clit.
He grunted as he began to push into your entrance. There was a slight sting but your walls had relaxed from your orgasm that you had no problem taking him. Your body sagged against the bed as he quickly bottomed out.
Resting his hands on either side of you, he started a slow pace — just enjoying the feeling of having you around him again. Your mouth fell open, thighs beginning to tremble in overstimulation every time he sunk in and dragged across your g-spot. His pelvic bone met your clit every time he sunk inside and you could already feel another orgasm rising.
"I'm gonna cum," You warned, meeting Taehyung's eyes as you held your thighs open for him.
He doubled his pace, the sound of your skin meeting growing louder. He watched you carefully, keeping eye contact as a silent moan tore out of you. You tossed your head back as you came, clenching around him tight as vice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," He groaned, watching as you came beneath him. "Coming so fuckin' good for me, baby."
"So pretty when you cum," Jungkook whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
You abandoned your grip on your knees to cling to the bedding. Your hands were shaking, your fingers weak from how much strain your muscles were under from being tensed.
"I-I...I want...fuck..." You couldn't get your words out, eyes rolling back in your head as Taehyung continued to fuck you.
Jungkook chuckled, sitting up on his knees and wrapping his hand around his cock. "Look at our dumb little baby. Can't even form a proper sentence."
"F-Fuckin' pathetic really. Such a slut for cock, she doesn't even care that she turns stupid," Taehyung added, their words making you clench pathetically around his cock.
"All she can think about is having a fat cock stuffed in her little cunt," Jungkook cooed, sliding his hand between your legs to find your clit. "Or being able to cum while stuffed full."
"Go ahead baby, cream on my cock again for me," Taehyung ordered, angling his hips up to slam against your already abused g-spot.
Immediately, you were forced into yet another orgasm. You swear, no one could ever make you cum harder than the two of them. You would never be able to go back after this, completely ruined and only able to get off on your two doms.
"There's a good girl!" Jungkook praised, finally abandoning your clit to let the sensitive bud recover.
"Daddy please—" You gasped, reaching up to place your hands on his chest.
"What is it, babygirl?" He asked, finally slowing to a pace that allowed you to catch your breath.
He ground into you, stirring your insides in a way that made you sob. "I-I wan-want you both in...in me."
Taehyung and Jungkook both froze, cocks twitching in interest.
"Can you take us both, kitten?" Jungkook asked, meeting your eyes to make sure it was really what you wanted and not just your fucked-out mind.
"Yes I..." You whined, grinding against Taehyung to ease the painful arousal. "I want you to make me take it. Please, fuck me too, Sir!"
"Dirty slut," Jungkook hissed. "Sit up then.”
Both you and Taehyung moved so you were straddling the elder. Jungkook reached between your thighs, fitting two fingers inside you beside Taehyung's cock. The extra stretch stung but it quickly vanished. Taehyung moaned as you became even tighter than you already were with the addition of fingers.
Jungkook worked up to four fingers, fucking them in and out of you while also stroking Taehyung's length. Your head rested against Taehyung's shoulder, as you moved back against his cock and the digits. Before long, Jungkook removed them, using the juices on them to slick up his own cock.
"Stay still," He snapped, applying a sharp smack to your ass when you eagerly ground backwards in hopes to meet him.
Ever so slowly, with as much care as he could possibly muster, he began to sink into you alongside Taehyung. The feeling of the other man's cock against his own was euphoric and he tossed his head back with a shout.
"You're so so tight," Jungkook sighed, working himself deeper inside you.
He paused with every whimper you made. Whenever you reached back to stop him, he allowed you the time to adjust. Your entrance stung and you knew you'd be sore in the morning but you couldn't bring yourself to care as he finally bottomed out.
You were fuller than you had ever been in your entire life. Before they even had the chance to move, you were coming again. Coming around two cock stuffed inside you was the best yet. Without even having to touch your clit, you were gushing, soaking both you and Taehyung beneath you.
"God," Jungkook breathed. "You really like this, huh?"
"Who knew you'd like being stuffed on both of us? If we'd known this we'd have done it sooner." Taehyung chuckled, making you flush.
You felt like a slut in that moment — in the most exhilarating, arousing way possible.
"Please fuck me," You begged.
Neither man said anything, setting a pace immediately. Taehyung began, shoving his cock deeper inside you in one smooth thrust. Every time he sunk in, Jungkook pulled out and vice versa. They were able to hit every delicious spot inside you like that, making you cry out in pure heaven.
If you could die where you were, you would— coming hard with the two of them brutally fucking you.
"I'm already close..." Taehyung choked out.
"M-Me too," Jungkook sighed, brows furrowed.
"Please don't stop!" You cried, clinging tightly to Taehyung in front of you.
"You know..." Jungkook chuckled, a sadistic noise that had you on edge immediately. "If you like this, maybe we should stuff another hole, hm?"
Before you could question him, you felt his thumb circling your second hole. Your eyes widened, your mouth falling open as he easily pushed the digit past the tight ring of muscle. Even with one finger, you felt even fuller than you already had.
It took no time for you to be coming a final time. You squirted, crying out uncontrollably as the both of them were set off as well. Both of them gushing inside you was incredibly, it leaked past both their lengths to make a mess beneath you.
When you collapsed onto the bed, you could feel your hole clenching around air — stretched open so much that you weren't able to close properly just yet.
Both men collapsed beside you, none of you caring about the fact you had to clean up the mess. All you truly cared about was the way they wrapped you up in their arms, sharing kisses between the three of you.
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Del remembers being a teenager and desperately wanting to shop at Victoria Secret, like the girls with the beautiful bras in the laundry room. She wore Hanes bras from Target, and never felt comfortable or beautiful enough to join in with the confident strutting of the girls with the lacy bralettes and push up bras. Not to mention the imagined embarrassment of her mom doing the laundry on Sundays and having to move the lacy, sexy bras or underwear from the washer to the dryer. The situation was shudder inducing- at best.
But she still thought about it and admired the window displays from the lingerie shops. In her brave moments she browsed the online shops, looking at all the pretty lace and gauzy material, the fancy embroidery and intricate straps. She wondered what it might look like on her body.
Now, almost a real adult and going through her masters program in the shining and steaming city of New York, Del does her own laundry and has her own washing machine. Well. A washing machine that she doesn’t share with her mother. New York certainly has more malls and outlets than the midwest, and the copious amounts of advertisements- billboards, big screens, and window displays had been something to get used to. They’d become the starry night sky of home. On full moons, it used to light up the town, back home. Now every night in the city, there are no stars to be seen, but the light of the city is akin to every beautiful full moon.
It was the second semester of her freshmen graduate program when she’d been on her walk home from campus, gyro remains in her hand from a late lunch when she’d walked past that great big Victoria’s Secret store. She’d taken one look at those glamorous black and white photos with the airbrushed girls and their [double decker titties] and said to herself, today is the motherfucking day.
Del remembers wondering what Dr. Banner might think if he knew what she were using her internship money for, and at first it was hard to reconcile what seemed like such a frivolous and needless purchase with her current lifestyle. High school days were filled with going along for snack runs and declining to buy those chips she wanted, and trips to the mall wondering whether or not to use that three year old gift card from Auntie Margaret because maybe something even better will come along and I’ll really, really need it.
Things have changed a bit from then.
You keep trying to talk yourself out of it and the inside of your head is beginning to feel like a high school debate team meeting, except none of the arguments are well thought out or succinct. It’s mostly just panicked half-thoughts and repeated curse words.
It’s, of course, not your first Avenger’s party- not even by a long shot. There’s been Superbowl Parties, March Madness Parties, dinner parties- sushi, pizza, and chocolate fountain alike. There've been drinking parties, and New Year’s parties, and then, of course, the Just Because parties. You are no stranger to the party planning expertise of Tony Stark.
Tonight seems to be one of the ‘Just Because’ parties, with all the staff from the upper floors of the tower invited. Which means some of your coworkers from the lab floors. And, of course, Tony Stark who is a bloodhound.
So, while the strappy piece of lingerie that is currently laying on the bed seemed like a good idea, it now seems very… rash.
It’s black and… risque, to say the least, and you’ve already picked out a dress to wear over it. With any luck, no one will notice what you’re wearing underneath. But the thought of anyone finding out what you’ve got on is enough to send your head spinning and your stomach alight with aggravated nerves. You reach out to touch it, one little pat, and groans. It shouldn’t be this hard, should it!?
“Hey, uh Del?”
You jump, hearing Bruce call from the other room and clutch at your chest which is still damp from your shower.
“Are you almost ready?” he calls out.
“Shiiit,” you curse to yourself through gritted teeth, lightly pounding your first against your forehead, “UhhrrrrAH, fuck- Yeah just a minute, I’ll be right there!” You yell.
“Fuck.”
The ride up to the Party Deck, as Stark has so affectionately dubbed it, is spent trying to get your legs to stop shaking. Not to mention the, ahem, underclothes you’re wearing are wedgied so far up your ass you think if you were still a virgin, you might have just been deflowered.
Bruce reaches out and grabs your hand, bumping his forehead against your shoulder, “Hey, you look really nice.”
The struggle to hide a squeal or a moan is immense and you finds your cheeks growing hotter despite how long you’ve been with this man.
“Thanks, I- uh, thanks,” you give him a short smile.
The elevator dings, opening, and Bruce places his hand on your back. You relax into him, grateful for his warm touch. God, he’s just a calming presence, and for a second you want to ride the elevator back up to his floor and just..
He tenses up beside you, and you realize his hand is resting just over where all the straps conjoin. You fight the urge to whine and collapse from embarrassment. He looks over at you, eyes wide. You’re hoping no one is looking at who’s just arrived.
“Uh, surprise?”
When you’ve made it away from the entrance, coaxing the shocked Bruce Banner beside you, he holds onto your arm.
“Are you-” he blows air out through his mouth, and groans a little bit under his breath, “Mmmmm Del….”
All you can really do is whimper and squeak and face plant into his shoulder, making various embarrassed noises. “I’m sorry, I just! I got the idea and…”
Bruce runs his hands over your back, probably attempting to soothe you, and consequently feeling the rest of straps up and down your body.
You pull back and look at his face, trying to gauge what he’s thinking. He swallows thickly, “Yeah.”
He reaches down and absentmindedly adjusts himself, eyes still locked on you, his other hand still on your back. You squeak, “Bruce!”
“Huh- oh, what? S’ just… tight.”
You faceplant back into his shoulder, pretending to sob, “Ohmygod.”
He chuckles, “No, no, it’s good, I… I really like it.”
“Obviously,” you grumble.
He holds your shoulders, pushing you back. He holds your face, “I really like it,” and presses his groin into your stomach. You can feel him hard under his pants, and it lights up your stomach, and deeper, between your legs where you’ve become hot and swollen- the arousal zinging through your body quicker than lightning. You hold back a whimper.
He kisses your nose, “Now, let’s go see if we can find me a chair… or a pillow.”
A snort escapes you, unattractively, and he shoots you a fond smile.
The first 20 minutes pass without fanfare, although your stomach remains a livewire of energy and nerves, snapping like crackling fire and embers. Bruce sits beside you on the incredibly posh and low to the ground couch that Tony for some unthinkable reason has deemed acceptable for the Party Deck. Some of your coworkers are milling around and have stopped to come say hello to you and Dr. Banner. You fight a blush every time they do, what with Bruce’s hand comfortingly on your thigh, and his blazer awkwardly draped over his lap.
You’re worried at any second there’s going to be some impossible breeze and everyone is going to see your underthings, or maybe the material is actually see-through or thinner than you thought, and everyone is going around and whispering about what you’ve got on.
You’re trying to hold onto the arousal that you felt moments ago, but are only grasping to the tail end of it, like a rope falling out of your hands. The longer you sit there, the more anxious you become. Until, of course, Bruce’s hand begins creeping up your thigh.
You shoot him a look, and at first he looks bashful, but as you lean further into his side, he continues. His hand moves over one of the straps around your thigh and you can feel him breathing in shakily beside you. “Jesus, Del,” he says, breathlessly. His grip on your skin tightens, and you feel yourself growing hotter, thinking of the way he revels in the shape and feel of your thighs. He pulls at his pants again, looking around the room surreptitiously. “Ohmygod, Bruce,” you whine, tilting your head onto his shoulder.
“Ah- I’m sorry! It’s- it's tight.”
You can’t help but nervously laugh, the noise coming out a bit hysterically.
“‘And ‘s your fault,” he rumbles. That alone is enough to make you want to hide in the crook of his neck and never come out.
“I’m sorry,” you whine, drawing out the y at the end. You’re feeling almost like you could cry, you’re so overwhelmed and anxious and hot.
There’s the noise of a glass ringing, someone tapping their glass to make a toast, silencing the small crowd of the party.
“Heyo,” Tony says, where he’s decided to stand on top of some impossibly designed coffee table, “drinks are served,” he announces, elongating his r and pronouncing the -ed ending.
The crowd heads over to the bar, mostly leaving you and Bruce alone in your area of the floor.
“You look like you could use a drink,” Bruce jokes, stroking his hand over your jaw, “you’re all red,” he teases, cupping your cheek.
“Bruuuuce.”
It seems your embarrassment is just turning him on more because he adjusts himself again, actually palming himself this time.
“Ohmygod, Bruce!” you whisper shout.
“Wha- I can’t help it! It’s just-” he sighs, “you’re so fucking hot,” he says, almost mournfully.
You feel like you have a sunburn, your face is so red- probably unflatteringly so, “Uhm, do you wanna… do you want me to…” you swallow, feeling his intent gaze on you, “you want me to, uhm, help?”
“Oh my god,” he mutters, almost to himself, “Yes. Yes. Please,” his voice cracks. “Wait, wait, are you sure? Are you sure?”
You’re not, really, but you respond, “Yes, yeah, of course. I offered didn’t I?”
He kisses you, so soft, so sweet, with a little nip, “Hey, you really don’t have to. I can- I can go get a glass of,” he swallows, “of ice, or or, or something, I-”
You stand up, holding his hand in both of yours, “Let’s go,” you pause, “please?”
He stands before you, blazer awkwardly held in front of his crotch.
“Yes. Yes, always.”
You’re pretty sure you two manage to slip away unnoticed by the crowd, and hopefully unnoticed by Stark, who’s ribbing you won’t be able to handle come Monday.
You slam the door of the bathroom shut behind you, leaning heavily against it. Bruce is panting heavily, facing you and staring at you with the intense longing of a starved lion faced with a field of gisseles.
“Ohmygod,” you whisper, covering your face with your arms, “oh my god, ohmygod.” You groan into the corner of your elbow. You’re genuinely worried your legs might give out, that feeling coursing through your stomach and between your thighs, turning you molten and shaky- like melting cotton candy about to be blown away into the wind. And then you feel Bruce’s warmth, pressing you into the door behind you with his hips, and caging you in with his hands pressed into the darkwood beside your head. And, god you can’t help but throw your arms around his neck and cling for dear life. Jesus, it’s just a glorified bra.
“Hey, hey,” he kisses the side of your head, “Hey, baby, you’re okay. Listen, listen, we can go right upstairs, no problem.”
You shake your head, “Mm, no, please, wanna-” you gulp in air, “wanna suck you. Please.”
“Fuck. Fuck,” and he devours your [mouth], thrusting his tongue into your mouth like he wants to taste every inch of you. You can’t help but open up, melt into the door, and make soft whimpering noises- and he, he smiles into your mouth, devilishly amused at your reactions. “Mm, that’s my girl, huh?” he murmurs, kissing down your neck, the sharp press of his teeth making you gasp and grasp at the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head.
His hands are under your dress, pulling and kneading at the skin of your thighs, hungrily feeling for the straps you’ve hidden under your clothes.
“Mphm- wait, wait,” you pull back from him for a second, trying to get some oxygen to your brain and knowing that if you don’t pull his hands away from you, you’ll get fucked bare ass on the glass sink of Tony Stark’s ridiculously lavish party floor. The- it’s- underwear doesn't really go with the set you’ve bought. You’re surprised your dress hasn’t already got a wet spot on it from when you were sitting on that couch- and it’s, it’s made your thighs tacky with your own wetness. So, no, you don’t think Bruce- or you for that matter- will be able to contain yourselves.
Your hands are shaking as you try to unbutton his pants, weak with desire for him. “I just,” gasp, “gotta get my mouth on you,” you get out, finally getting the button. He shoves your hands away unzipping the rest and pulling his underwear under his cock, “Here, here, that’s it.”
It’s thick enough that you never quite get over the difficulty of getting your mouth around it, on it. Your mouth is spread wide enough for you to feel a tug at the corner of your mouth, a considerable stretch. And you never had a thing for big dicks before, but Bruce’s makes your mouth water, wrapping your lips around it and massaging your tongue against the head.
You remember your first time with him, timid, and awkward, but so fucking hot to see him above you in pleasure. You’re not much better than that first time- can’t get the length very far down, and you’ve not mastered any intricate technique, but you’ve got a wet mouth and an eager disposition.
“Yeah, that’s my girl, look at you, so perfect. Damn, how’d I get so lucky, fuck, god you’re so beautiful.”
And that’s your other favorite part. No matter how poor of a job you do, Bruce seems to eat it up, praising you to hell and back, his mouth running faster than he can keep up with. It sends pleasure down your spine, tingling pleasantly against your neck and cradling you in warmth. It makes you suck on him harder, makes you whimper, makes you take him deep enough to gag.
He reaches down, cradling your face between his palms, “mm, good gir- ah mm, good girl,” he’s got your hands in your head, half trying to pet you, and half trying to hold on to something. He’s got his head thrown back against the bathroom door, and that makes you swallow, and whimper, setting off vibrations against his skin. He’s hot and heavy in your mouth, hard and perfect. You can taste his wetness on the back of your tongue, and goddamn it’s just… fantastic.
“That’s it, uhnn, fuck, that mouth, jesus you’re so good. So hot.
Look at you- how lucky am I, how lucky am I, hm?”
He holds his hand under your chin, coaxing you to look him in the eyes, “You want this, baby?” he asks, checking in with you more than goading, and pushing his hips into you a little bit. You nod, or nod as much as you can with a mouthful of cock. He presses into you slowly, pulls out and then in again, “Oh, oh mm, baby, shit-” you suck on him harder, “whew, fuck that feels… uhhhhnnnn yeah, go on.
“Here let me hold you,” he says, holding your face and caressing his thumb over your cheek. You get a little too eager, slipping forward and gagging, wanting to feel his touch on your skin. “Gentle, gentle,” he eases, “damn, girl, you really want it, huh?”
You nod and moan low in your throat.
“OH, fuck, ahhmfuuuuck, you’re gonna get a lot more than you bargained for really quick, sweetheart, shit.”
And that makes you even more eager, bobbing up and down on his dick, breathing as deep as you can through your nose and letting a few tears roll down your throat. You’ve got your eyes trained on him, ensuring his eyes stay closed. You’re still a bit insecure about how you look giving head, and as far as you're concerned, if his eyes are closed, that means you’re doing a good job- and even better, he can’t see you.
“Jesus, kid, you trying to make me look bad?” he says, with a little jerk of his hips. You can tell from the tension in his stomach, and the kicking of his dick in your mouth that he’s close. You can feel the tremors of his thighs, and you put in that extra mile.
“Fuck, fuck, slow down, slow down, slow down, oh no, fuck I’m gonna- Fuck, Del, sweetheart, I’m gonna come if you don’t-” you swallow hard, and moan, “you gotta-mmMM” and he comes in your mouth.
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Love Break My Heart: Chapter 1
Summary: A half-life relationship is disintegrating at the seams. Neither of them is good for the other, but after 14 years together, they don’t know how to be with each other anymore.
Word Count: 2109
A/N: This is a prize story written for @slashscowboyboots and I expect it to be about 4 chapters or so with maybe more if the chapters turn out to be much longer than this one.
I don’t know how long I’ve been standing in front of the mirror. My eyes have gone foggy from the bright lights bouncing off of every shiny surface in the bathroom and from trying to see a coherent reflection in the shattered glass. I keep meaning to go out and replace it, but every time it leaves my line of sight, I forget about it and the rage Axl was in when he punched it. All the pieces are there; just broken. It serves its purpose, just not well. It’s doing well enough that I’m able to spot the gray hairs.
In the time I’ve stood there (God knows how long it was), I found twelve. Plucked them each out and dropped them into the sink. I’m not even thirty yet… Nowhere near old enough to be going gray from age.
I turn the faucet just enough that a dribble of cool water begins to flow. The stream washes away the hairs and somewhere deep in my soul, I feel like I’m telling a lie. I know exactly why I’m going gray and it wouldn’t be all that much of a guess for anyone close to me either. Not a single one of us would say it out loud. I can almost taste bile at the thought of it. The wave of nausea urges me to cup my hands under the stream of water and toss it into my face. For a moment, I feel some brief sense of relief, but the moment is fleeting.
I dab away the water with a nearby towel and the broken mirror confronts me with proof I can’t just wash away: what used to only be crinkles are now lines of age etched deep in my face.
I must have gasped when I saw them; something caused Axl to turn over in bed. He’d always been a light sleeper, for as long as I’d known him. Likely a survival instinct his mind had created for him. If he was already tossing and turning, getting back into bed would almost definitely wake him up. The last thing I wanted on a day I’d already slept as poorly as I did would be a crabby Axl. Or a bitchy one. Or an angry one. He could be moments away from waking up naturally, but if someone woke him up before he was good and ready, said poor fucker would need eyes on the back of their head for the rest of the day if they wanted to make it through alive.
I shut off the light in the bathroom and paused in the doorway for a moment to consider my options. On the one hand, I could try to get another hour or two of sleep before I’d have to get ready to head out to the studio with Axl and risk waking him up as I got back into bed, or I could just stay up and try to get any kind of work done. Judging by Axl’s second groan and turn in the sheets, it’d be more prudent to take the second option. He may or may not be pissed at me already.
I don’t remember much about what triggered the fight between us last night. My brain had been foggy during most of it and I was riding a mild hangover when I woke up. It’s possible that might have been the beginning of the argument. Axl was no saint when it came to booze either, but he was the best about it and took it upon himself to chastise the rest of the band about their habits.
My suspicions seem to be correct, judging by the apparent tornado that had swept through the living room at the bottom of the stairs. On second thought, ‘tornado’ didn’t do the wreck justice; it was carnage. Almost as bad as the shithole the whole band was sharing when we were first starting out. The only difference was that I know the room had been clean and proper the morning before. A real ‘Better Homes And Gardens’ situation. It looks more like a crime scene as I walk through it for damage assessment.
Nothing seems to be damaged beyond repair at first glance, just moved or thrown. The only furniture still where I remember it was the couch, which had purposely been the heaviest one available for exactly fights like the one we must have had. Can’t throw something if you can’t lift it.
Bits and pieces of the fight started coming back to me as I step over the strewn chairs, magazines and various other shit that populated the room. I remember the remote for the TV being whipped at the back of my head and a side table being poised for an equal action, but I’d be damned if I could remember why. The only thing that makes me stop is the shattered bottle of Jack by the front door. Bottles had been thrown at each other before. Back in the day, they’d been thrown at almost anything. Perfect for subduing destructive tendencies. The difference between the wrecks I recognized and the one at the door was the lack of any splatter. There’d always be a splatter from the bit of liquid left in the bottle, but there was no sign on the door. Just a little mark in the white paint where the black ink of the label had hit. No splatter meant that Axl hadn’t taken it from me to throw. That impact was my doing.
The pang of regret hits harder than I expect it to. I don’t remember feeling angry at Axl. Or the reason why I would want to hurt him. Axl’s rage burns fast and hot, but once he’s calm, it all goes away. I’m used to the tantrums. I’m not used to coming out of a blur and finding that I wanted to hit him with a heavy bottle that could have either knocked him out or given him need of stitches. And at the front door? He wouldn’t be there unless he was planning to leave. Make-up sex isn’t going to garner me the forgiveness I need for whatever transpired the night before.
I start by cleaning up the glass and fixing up the room as quietly as possible. Unfortunately, it means leaving all the furniture I can’t pick up to move. How Axl can in his rages, I have no idea. Instead of looking like a crack den, I leave the room looking more like the middle of a redecoration project. The second step on my quest of forgiveness is breakfast. Neither of us are too big on it, or really food in general, but coffee and toast are still a staple of the day.
Luckily, the kitchen seems to have been completely disconnected from the chaos. A little messy from a slipshod dinner cleanup, but nothing more heinous than any nuclear family would be facing after meatloaf night. The early morning hour keeps me from wanting to scrub and dry dishes, but I can at least leave them to soak while I prep the coffee.
The old machine looks like it’s on its last legs, but I doubt we’d get rid of it even when it finally decides to stop. It was the one luxury we all chipped in on when we started renting the band house. We mostly stole anything more expensive than a Big Mac but security at the appliance store were on us like hawks if we dared to step into the store. We could have probably survived without food and most of our vices, but taking coffee away from a house full of drunks was just asking for murder. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was still kicking after the horrendous overuse we put it through. A memory of when the five of us weren’t too fucked up to work together.
I exhale softly when the thought passes through. Stevie may have been a pain in our collective asses, but he was our pain in the ass. Part of the guys. And he threw it all away over a vice. If one of the five of us could leave, then who was next?
The little light on the coffee maker begins to blink. There used to be a shrill beep that went with it, but the speaker was promptly removed when five angry drunks with five angry hangovers unanimously decided that there was no place in the house for that kind of bullshit.
I’m pouring the first cup when quiet shuffling from behind me results in two arms around my waist.
“I didn’t wake you, did I?” I murmur, setting the pot back down. I can feel Axl shake his head between my shoulderblades.
“I was up anyway. Thanks for making the coffee and cleaning up.” His voice is still thick with sleep, making it deep enough that I can hardly hear him.
“Want something to eat? I was feeling toast.” He considers for a few moments and I’m almost worried he fell asleep against me. He eventually nods, still holding onto me gently.
“Butter, unless you wanna open that jam from your mom.” I turn around in his grasp and place a kiss to the top of his head. He’s feeling the same way I am- remorseful for an event neither of us remember clearly, but knowing that reparations must be made. It’s why he’s being so physically affectionate.
“Anything for you, Fireball.” He takes my cue to sit down at our little table in the middle of the kitchen. It’s big enough for the two of us and maybe one more if we squished elbows, not really more than a card table, but perfect for two introverts who like proximity.
When he sits down, I take my opportunity for looking him over for damages. His hair is mussed, but likely from post-sex instead of a bottle hitting it, so I’m not too worried. His collarbone is spotted with little bruises, but the placement and shape lead me to believe they’re nothing more than love bites. No scrapes or cuts along his arms. He doesn’t look like he’s facing anything worse than insomnia. I can’t blame him; the new album is set to be released within the next couple of months, and his vision for it is huge. Two full albums, released on the same day, and we’ve only got one album’s worth of songs written for them. It’s brilliant, but I’m as worried as he is about completion.
The toast pops up and is smeared with my mom’s spiced peach jam. She sends us a few jars each summer as a care package that I used to protest about, but learned to accept. Childhood comfort foods are something that only last for so long.
I set Axl’s plate in front of him with his coffee. We both like it strong, but he somehow takes it black without anything added. As far as he knows, mine is the same. He’s still looking a little tired and distracted, but not unhappy.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask, nibbling on a corner of toast.
“Just the albums. It’s the third album curse,” he explains, only now noticing his breakfast.
“Explain?”
“Any band’s third album is always the worst. They use up all the songs they’ve written on the first two and by the third, they have nothing to say. Zeppelin 3? Dressed To Kill? We’re having the same problem, but we’re doing two at once.”
I can feel the floor shaking between us. He’s bouncing his knee like he always does when he has nervous energy. I lean across the table and take his free hand in mine. It’s softer; no calluses common to a guitarist.
“You’re forgetting Toys In The Attic, London Calling, Electric Ladyland… The last two also being double albums. Dunno about you, but those guys turned out okay.” Axl manages a small smile. It’s hard to believe that the same face that can look so sweet and charming is the same one who tried to throw a table at me less than ten hours ago. “Ours are gonna kick so much ass.” As fast as the smile came, it descended into a scowl.
“It would if I wasn’t the only one pulling his fucking weight.” I sighed quietly, only letting the air escape through my nose. An out-loud sigh would only bring on another fight. This wasn’t Axl’s fault, or even my fault. He simply stressed out about details more than the rest of us and was definitely more vocal about it. It wasn’t anyone’s fault...
#Writing#Love Break My Heart#GNR#Classic Rock#Axl Rose#Izzy Stradlin#mentions of the rest of the band but they aren't going to be major characters#unless I veer off my plot completely#Izal#Fanfiction#also I adore Kiss and Zeppelin so don't @ me for roasting them a little
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Need Your Love So Bad
Hi, you lovely lot. What have we got here? It’s short, it snappy. It involves a quickie. A husband!harry, a dad!harry. Happy Sunday, you babes. I’m now going to walk back into the darkness and get cracking on my longer pieces that are playing hard ball. Loads of love .x
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The sound of Fleetwood Mac’s, Need Your Love So Bad, filled your senses as it played from the other room. You were singing lightly under your breath to the music, so focused on neatly folding your husband “tighty whities” and sorting through the kids school uniforms for the week ahead, that the sight of your actual husband casually resting against the doorframe didn’t enter your psyche.
Harry watched silently, arms crossed over his white t-shirt and jogging bottoms covered in a sticky substance – he couldn’t tell you where it had come from - having finished dealing with your two small children that morning during breakfast. His eyes fell to the sway of your hips, as you moved from side to side, admiring the way the baggy t-shirt your wore exposed how you weren’t wearing a bra and how wrapped up you were in Mom Mode (as he called it), quickly leaning down to push another load of dirty clothes into your washing machine.
Your lips tilted up into a soft smile as you heard your children squealing with laughter from the living room. Whether it was from happiness or relief that they weren’t fighting for once, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you didn’t care. It was Sunday. Sunday’s were family days and the way that the skies looked incredibly blue, a strong sunshine coming through the windows of you family home, it didn’t matter that half-term was over and the kids were back to school tomorrow. This February was shaping up nicely, very nicely in fact.
You yelped when you felt his strong arms slip around your waist from behind, his hips pressing against yours and meeting your sway without causing much to change.
“And when the lights are low, and its time to go, that’s when I need your love so bad,” he mumbled deeply against your shoulder, lips puckering into a faint couple of kisses, nose turning into your neck and inhaling deeply.
“You scared me, you prat,” you laughed, slightly tapping his hands, still swaying. He smiled, you could feel his lips against your skin.
“’M’sorry,” his voice meshed against your skin – not sorry at all – his hand sliding down to your hips and massaging lightly. “Breakfast stuff’s washed-“
You hummed your thanks to him. “They sound happy-“
“Daddy may have told them they can watch television for a little longer this morning,” he pulled his face away from your neck, his mischievous eyes sparkling down at you.
“Did he?” you mused, head tilting to the side slightly, “And why’d he do that?”
“Why’d you think?”
Harry slid his hand around the front of your joggers, playfully toying with the drawstrings at the front and enjoying the way that you head fell back against his shoulder. “So why don’t you give it up, and bring it home to me-“ he sang, nosing along your skin and trying to shove the collar of his t-shirt further down your shoulder to expose the soft skin of your clavicle.
“Hey,” you started to protest, voice already breathy at the thought of your husband taking you over the top of the washer, when he slipped his hand underneath your waistband, it resting flat against your lower stomach. “They could walk right in here-“
“They won’t,” he counter argued, without much of an argument.
“You don’t know that,” you backed up against him, feeling him pressed against your right bum cheek.
“Let’s switch Mom Mode off, shall we?,” he coaxed, pressing against you more so he could take the loosely held school uniform jumper out of your hands to drop it back into the laundry basket. “Daddy thinks Mommy needs this. Does Mommy agree?” he hummed, nudging his nose into your cheek, his mouth parted so you could feel his wet and warm breath as he breathed in little pants of anticipation.
This was wild for you now. The possibility of quickly shagging in your utility room, halfway through finishing up laundry without a lock on the door and the likelihood of your five year old son walking in on the two of you because his little sister was trying to shove something up her nose again. You swore she took after Harry for that because you were pretty certain that you were a “graceful little girl who never had as much as bruise or scratch upon her legs.”
But God, yes, you needed this.
“Does Mommy want Daddy to bend her over the top of the washing machine that she so desperately wanted because of the thirty different washing options it had, including the setting that removed creases so she didn’t have to worry about the fuckin’ ironing-“
You could’ve slapped him for that one, feeling the way he smirked as he took the piss out of your excitement for something that made you realise just how much of a wife and a mom you had become.
However, you mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, your mind elsewhere as you harshly swallowed while you looked at Harry from the corner of your eye. His brow was furrowed as he kept his eyes closed and waited for you to respond.
“Answer me,” he whispered, heavily, eyes opening to meet yours. Big and blinking slowly back at him. His lips felt heavy, pressed against the corner of your mouth as your joggers beginning to feel looser around your hips with Harry undoing the draw strings.
“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.
“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of your washing machine.
Your palms slid over the counter, trying to find something to hold you steady and there was a bit of a clatter as you knocked over detergent, that luckily for you still had the lid on.
Laughing against the work surface, you heard Harry shushing you around his own chuckle. “Fuck me, love,” he breathed as his laughter died down and he pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. “Don’t do things by halves, do yer?”
As he raised up, you looked at him, the way his hair was messy and flopping into his eyes. His gaze moved from where he continued to rock into your covered bum cheek, up to meet yours.
Tight against the counter, his hands slid up and under your baggy t-shirt, tugging messily at the joggers and your underwear, feeling them slide down your legs. His hands pawed at your skin, tugging you closer to him. “You’re so sexy to me, y’know tha’?” he murmured, shuffling behind you, “Drive me fuckin’ mad, all the time-“
He stepped away, no more than half a step, and muffled his groan as he tugged at his own joggers and left them halfway down his thighs, resting under his arse cheeks as he exposed his leaking cock to the cool air. His hand bunched up your shirt, pushing it up so it sat against the middle of your back and revealled your arse so openly to him.
You tried to make it so you could see him clearer from over your shoulder, but it was no use. You could just about make out the way his right shoulder moved as he worked himself up, his hand pressing down at the bottom of your back to try and get you to arch in that way that he liked.
“You’re gonna love every minute of this,” he started, voice a bit frantic now but confident in its delivery, “gotta be quick-“ you could feel him bobbing behind you, his hand sliding his cock between your folds as he slipped his head into you, this low groan leaving the back of his throat. And then the pressure returned as he pressed forward, all the way into you in one long, smooth stroke that burned slightly, thanks the lack of time that had meant loving each other had had to slide.
He tried to fight the way you arched up from the counter, head falling against your forearm with the breathiest cry he’d ever heard from you. His public bone tapped against your arse, and he took to dropping down against the back of your shoulder to get you to comply with him.
“Keep that arse nice ‘n high for me, darlin’,” he requested, as you fell lax against the counter again.
And while you were lackadaisical in how you lay there and took it, there was nothing Sunday morning or leisurely about the way he worked behind you. The rhythm of his hips, the ragged breathing that hit the top of your back, as he dipped down and rocked back up, pressing forward, completely relentless and unapologetic for it.
“You listenin’ to Peter Green tell you all the words that your husband wants to say but would much rather show his fuckin’ gorgeous wife,” he grunted, making mention to the music that continued to play, watching the way your mouth fell, your knees knocking against the door of the washing machine with a bang that was without doubt going to leave a bruise or two.
“S’better than sorting out the fuckin’ washing, hmm?” Harry ground out, teeth baring as he harshly breathed and tried to move the hair that had fallen into your face away with his nose.
“Yes,” you whined, hunching forward as your raised up on your forearms, head hanging. Harry groaned at the new angle, his hand coming up to grip at your left shoulder, cupping at the area of skin where your neck and shoulder met. “Fuck, H, that’s-“
“’s’fuckin’ good, in’it”, he agreed breathlessly, taking the words right out of your mouth. And you wished you could see him, even with you head down, eyes just about making out the way his hips were moving behind you, as his hand tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to bunch the fabric up around his stomach. He growled when he failed, but not wanting to stop to remove it completely.
As you looked up you could almost make out his reflection, which was slightly obscured in the kitchen tile, but better than nothing at all.
“Show me ‘em”, he begged, falling into you again, his chin digging into your neck as he peered over your shoulder to see your front. You roughly push your t-shirt up and he grabbed for the bottom on shirt to keep it from dropping and covering your breasts against. He groaned, as he saw the way your breasts moved as he thrusted up, before he pulled back and his eyes drop down.
Spoilt for choice, Harry was mesmerised by the swell of your arse as it bounced from each powerful thrust, the way you were trying to get a bit of control as you gripped to his hip from behind and he brought his hand down to curl around the top of your arm and squeezed, only slightly. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with pants. His hand came down to tap your arse cheek, lightly.
You caved in and fell forward again, your now sweaty forehead falling down to the cool black granite, as you whined while you ground and backed up onto him, “Do it properly.”
“Wha’s tha’-“ he questioned, teeth gritted.
“Do it nicely,” you pushed back again, a bit brazen questioning the way he had delivered the slap and sighing as you felt his hand smoothing over your arse cheek before gripping at the flesh. This time the slap was a little harsher, a bit sharper with its blow.
“S’tha’ what y’wanted?” he muttered as you dropped your head again and nodded the minute the smack had been given, another low whimper of his name. “Always give you wha’ you want, don’t I, darlin’? Have me in the palm of your hand, don’t ya? Look at me-”
His request was soft, as you turned to look at him with glazed eyes. It was the first time you’d seen his flushed out skin, the way his jawline appeared sharper and his lips that much more pink.
“Fuck me, you look good,” he groaned, nostrils flaring as he fought to calm his breathing. “You comin’ on me,” and you whined slightly shaking your head no as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled, dirtily - he knew differently - as he dropped forward. “I think you are,” he mouthed, his hips continuing to press into you as your thighs started shake. “Darlin’, you’re killin’ me-“
“Oh god,” you cried out, eyes falling and nostrils flaring as you breathed deeply. You were vaguely aware of Harry falling closer to you, his nose in your cheek again as rumbles came from his chest, against your back, with low groans that were encouraging you to let go. Specks of light appeared in your vision and with your mouth agape, he heard the way your moans started to become louder, his hand cupping up around your jaw and trying to cover your mouth.
“Need t’be quieter, love,” he warned, his own groans getting the better of him as his mouth fell open against your cheek.
Your entire body tingled as you heard him swearing as you began to come around him, you knew he was right there with you. “Fuck me,” he gritted, “’m comin’- comin’” and you were just about there enough to rock back against him as he choked your name out in this wet whimper against your skin.
His weight was heavy against you as you both hunched over the work surface, Harry’s cock softening inside if you, while you tried to catch your breath.
“Christ almighty,” he panted against your shoulder blade. “Have no idea where the fuck that came from-“ you were mid chuckle when the bang on the other side of the door caused you both to jump out of your skin.
“Mommy,” you heard, followed by what seems to be the starting of a cry.
“’M coming,” you responded, feeling Harry smirk against your skin as you slapped him lightly when he rose to stand alongside you but didn’t detach his front from your back. “Stop it-“
“Stop wha’-“
You cut your eyes to him, as this boyish stare with twinkling eyes looked back at you. He should not have looked endearing right now – with his haphazard hair and flushed cheeks – especially not with the performance he just put in.
“You’re welcome, Mommy-“ he kisses you lips gently, murmuring those words against them before tapping your bare arse again and sending you on your way, reminding you with a jibing comment to pull your joggers up before you go.
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Save the Light Impressions
I recently became interested in what Hessonite’s deal was and since it’ll be a long time before I’ll be able to get the game, I decided to just watch a cutscene compilation (this one, if it matters: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jy5tOb3gzLY). Dunno why I’m taking down all my reactions, just cause it’s fun I guess. Enjoy
RIP Car Wash
What even is the prism? It's not a gem, right? But it's clearly got conscious thought, even Hessonite talks to it like a person
haha Greg called her a glittery space lady, accurate
it's a little OOC that Greg wanted to come along. at least he's having fun tho. aww, steven's so proud of him :D
actually, what's Hessonite even doing. Why didn't she fuck off back to space once she found the prism
yeah that's totally not a triforce with six arms or anything. it's not the diamond authority symbol either i don't think, the triangles in that all meet in the middle
Mayor of Bummertown
I would have named the boss Dave, zero hesitation
"Our prism is in another castle!" i love you steb
oh no, bad memory time at Bismuth's forge :( I hope she'll be playable in the next one (i would scream forever if there was a playable diamond)
did Steven really just answer the phone with Myello? Oh IT'S PERI. Aaaand we're learning about RPG mechanics. Meta.
frozen donuts are a thing?! :o
it's her. the square. she seems to be almost identical to how our peridot used to be, so i wonder what the difference in personality is. Aside from her favorite insult being pebble instead of clod
ah yes, ye old tennis match
man i love that you can form fusions in this game
oh lord, i don't wanna imagine what chaos would happen with two peridots. also Greg is taking ice damage during the cutscene, help him
oh no, they're meeting. of course the first thing Squaridot says is "WHY ARE YOU NAKED" (and they obvs flipped her sprite cause the gem's her other eye now)
hey look, new insults for my list of gem related curse words
weird, angry mirror indeed. imagine what they could do if they were friends!
oh RIP. why do you get to choose who murders Squaridot. I hope for more multi-peridot action in the future
wait, what machine did you rip that off of and when
i already knew Peri was playable but it's still cool. i love how she flutters her feet when she jumps! i wonder who the DLC character is going to be (lapis, probably. Bismuth would be metal, though)
"Clod-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named" oh my god i love you
"Whatchu talkin' bout Peri" the best, they're the best
Oh so wow, Hessonite is THE Hessonite, huh. Real famous. If she came out as a Crystal Gem, it would sure cause a stir
Yeah I was also wondering why she's sticking around instead of just leaving? and she is kind of leaving her troops scattered all over the place with no rhyme or reason
these are great names. The Great and Terrible Spikey McSpikeball! of course the guy playing picked the most boring one
i love how Peridot just fucking yeets her tablet to attack
sugilite tiny!
you know, i was gonna get this game anyway at some point, but it's nice to know that it's the kind of rpg i like, one where you can participate in the attacking and blocking process.
how dare you switch out peridot for pearl. you know what, next game i hope you can be everyone all the time cause there's too many good characters to pick from
whatchu doing up here pizza lady
yeah they just...all ran right in front of her directly in her line of vision and she didn't see them somehow
oh the prism is resisting. it really took Steven's words to heart last game
Hess my dear, is this prism your only friend (oh my god that's totally it isn't it)
is the wiki sure she can't teleport cause holy fuck is she fast
"Gugh, Peridot, this is just like when we tried to hunt you down. But worse...cause, y'know, she's actually threatening." rude
huh. i don't remember the pyramid temple blowing up and leaving debris, i thought the whole thing disintegrated cause it was a construct of the gem it was housing. looking at screenshots of Serious Steven it definitely did explode
are they really trying to tell me there was a pyramid under the pyramid and no one noticed
call it the Spooky Basement! call it the Spooky Basement! you disappoint me, player, although Secret Temple of Secrets isn't so bad
*steven rolls cheerfully through a skeleton and then everyone jumps down a big hole* um
yo there's a mural of Rose fighting some light warriors! that's rad as shit!
*gets to the hallway with the torches that turn on as you go by* gee i sure wish i could watch this with sound, but alas i am recovering from ear fatigue and it would be a bad idea.
oh my god he reset her preferences no wonder she's pissed XD
HOLY FUCKING CHRIST
RIP AMETHYST AND PERIDOT GODDAMN
AND GARNET TOO
PIZZA LADY STRONK
wow she really is a genuine threat, she forced Rose and Pearl to give ground back in the day
oh no you did not just say that Pearl should come with you. fuck her up, P!
also i just realized that she is really tall. like 10 feet tall at least
aw no fair you can't just flashbang them all you dink
oh it's sapphire. wait has connie even met ruby and sapphire in the show? did we not get to see it?!
where the fuck even are you guys, i could swear that connie and greg fell off the platform into the abyss
wait, they don't have new forms, did they even regenerate? i don't think connie was out cold for that long. did they even poof? i saw colored clouds of dust but no gemstones. i mean, i know this is a game and all but it's also canon so ???
and peridot is breaking the fourth wall by commenting how you can't force her to sit at home at the moment
ancient thingamajig. wow is thingamajig a real word, my spellcheck is not yelling at me about it
yeah connie! kick her ass for me!
since when are gems into riddles. i wonder if anyone has made much headway into translating the written gem language yet, last i heard they hadn't made much progress. apparently only Steven Sugar knows what all the symbols mean
wait steven was watching connie and greg's parties running around that whole time? i guess even the game never leaves steven's POV. where even is he, in the prism realm? oh, the place was turning pink for a minute until he went towards the sparkly thing
steven is always accessing memories isn't he. at least these aren't his mom's this time
you might be getting sick of her steve but i'm sure not!
from far away it really looks like she's chillin' with a martini glass and i was about to scream
corruption beam :(
was he just like passed out on the floor somewhere hallucinating
aww, he picks up the light steven exp by hugging it :o
"Just feeling a little...light headed." i...puns?
the Light Warrior is the final boss of the first game right? ...i should have probably watched a video about that one first
oh i just had a thought! if they make a third one then we get to have Rainbow 2.0 and Sunstone and Obsidian in it! :D
woah, trippy. tbh steven's connection to the prism is kind of strange. i wanna know exactly where that thing came from and why it's so deeply connected to him now. did Hessonite have visions like this when it was hers?
yeah that's... if a place is connected by warp pad, wouldn't it be easy to find by just warping randomly? unless separate warp networks are a thing but still, you'd just have to sneak onto a CG warp pad and go. ....how do warps even work, they can go through roofs and stuff and there's like this whole other dimension with all the warps like stars in the background and ???
how does the forge even do an upgrade with no Bismuth. maybe i should stop trying to fit this into canon details
what makes you think Hessonite could see you? is this some Voldemort Harry Potter connection shit. is that actually how she found the forge, this game ain't explain much
oh that's...that's a big oof. bismuth was working on a huge-ass statue of Rose before they got into their argument
"i saw her again" what no you didn't, that was just a white screen with a text box
"Beats me how any of this whacky prism stuff works!" ...i feel called out
why does that bigger spaceship look like a funky piece of headwear to me
well, at least it's closer than the moon
oh what, Lion didn't come with you? didn't you need multiple roar warps to get to space last time, just above the earth still seems kind of far, also how did he know the coordinates of the ship, he could have easily sent them all into the void
?! and then he's there?!? already asleep? how???????
aww what you're going to tease me with a citrine guard but not let me see her?
freaky. strangely organic looking technology is nothing new but i don't think i've seen stuff oozing through it before
"Look at you, acting as though you have the moral high ground!" *shakes fist angrily*
She's like Emerald, but better! I can't
i guess he did kind of steal it, but it was more like finders keepers really
whuh
has the prism always been able to talk?
"a Prism" oh no are there more? probably
woah that's a big boy. What the heck does Spectral Conclusion mean. and the prism is inside it instead of it being a separate creation, interesting
aww, it's looking at itself in confusion. Steven reaches out to it with his words, as he does
the prism isn't really...doing a lot of attacking (cause the player is picking the right choices probably). oh nevermind, it has a hugely damaging rainbow cannon
/r/murderedbywords, except in a good way
"Destroy Steven!" huh since when does she know his name? she could have gotten it from several places, really
oh oh oh! it's pizza time! standing in the middle of them is probably not the best idea, but look at her, she's exuding confidence!
wait wait wait, when the player used a healing move, did i just see an option to heal the prism? or at least, it's health bar showed up. is it gonna help later?
can i have like, a full sprite sheet for Hessonite please and thanks
if this was in the show, steven would be dead from that hit
aaand Steven did two points of damage with his shield bash, she ain't even flinch
pearl what are you doing
wow, she also only did a few points of damage
is Hess like, super tough. i love how much of a threat she is, cause most Homeworld gems we've seen aren't all that scary
oh! oh! you can heal the prism! that's probably how you damage her cause you'd be here forever chipping away otherwise
HOLY FUCK, SHE JUST DID 270 POINTS OF DAMAGE, THAT'S LITERALLY ALL OF SUGILITE'S HEALTH. I know the wiki says that attack does massive damage but jeezus!
so far the prism hasn't done anything, they're just chipping away at her slowly
oh, so gems do poof in this game. i guess we're just ignoring new forms because it wouldn't make sense in the timeline if we didn't
huh, does pearl inflict burns in this game? oh and she shoots fireballs, guess that answers my question.
it's kind of sad that the status is doing more damage than everyone else combined
whuh, she just attacked the prism! RUDE.
stop beating up the prism you degenerate! i guess i shouldn't be shocked
hey, Garnet and Amethyst are alive again. ah finally, some damage now that Garnet's lowered her defense
A-Amethyst, you're facing the wrong way. i wish Hess had targeted her with her big attack, then i could have made an "oh no she has airpods in" joke
oh, but the player formed Smoky, so she's not even aiming at anyone in particular anymore lol. she went for Pearl tho, fuckin' eviscerated
is this battle normally this long, it's been almost 10 minutes
this battle would probably be much harder if she didn't waste her turn being a bitch and attacking the prism. gee, and you wonder why it doesn't want to listen to you after encountering steven's kindness. i wonder...what would happen if you let the prism's HP get to zero? it would take a long ass time but...now i really wanna know but i doubt there’s any videos about it!
garnet's rocket fist did damage to the prism cause Hess is standing next to it. c-can you attack the prism, is that how you get the bad ending??
man, they haven't even had to heal because she's just beaten up on that poor thing for the past 10 turns. i mean, really, she could easily murder all of them in a heartbeat if she wanted
ok finally, she is defeato. I'd feel more sad for you if you didn't abuse your subordinates (definitely has detracted from my liking of her, i won't be too hard on her for it though because Homeworld is bad like that and she doesn't know better). at least you’re good at eating your humble pie without complaint
oh, i guess you get to choose your ending? it's kind of weird that it's not like, influenced by your game choices. cause technically like this it's your choice, not the prism's choice. so what was with the prism having health then. was it just to show how awful Hessonite is to it?
also, i can't look at light Steven without thinking of Pink!Steven and hhhhh
"You're a wise creature, aren't you?" Yes, yes he is *nods sagely* I hope you come back someday to learn more from him
You're pretty adaptive, huh Hess? of course, if you've been having these thoughts and feelings for thousands of years you're probably not too shaken up by the realization that they're true. That’s actually pretty great of you to want to figure yourself out.
ha, so Garnet didn't let her leave like the wiki made it sound like, she just yeeted away, and good luck catching anyone who can move at 5 million miles per hour
the gems are running in place in the next scene and Amethyst is backwards again. connie is also facing the wrong way. ...this game's a bit jank, isn't it :P not that i mind, a little jank is fun!
Peridot breaking the fourth wall with her Are Pee Gee again. I wonder which one it is. Golf Quest Mini?
do you get anything for 100 percenting this? oh, i guess there's achievements. no bonus content tho?
Lapis: I think I could use a break.
i for one would like to know what book the prism was reading. also, it's back to not talking again.
AWW YIS! We goin' out for pizza tonight bois!
The gems finally get to stop running in place in the corner
aaww, it's a beach scene reminiscent of the opening. kind of weird that greg is the only one animated but still cute
also someone's last name is Gooch and i feel bad for them
alright now to google Hessonite's VO... Christine Baranski. Are-Are we just hiring broadway singers for everyone now? not only would I die if Hessonite made an appearance in season 6, my soul would reach the farthest realms of space if she sang a song on top of that.
well, that's a wrap! time to jot down all of Hess's dialogue for later reference! It’s a crime that there’s so few fanfics about her, she actually has a lot of potential!
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A good place to die - Intro
Warning: mentions abuse, harsh language, violence
It wasn’t quite awake yet, but it had regained enough of is consciousness to realize a great deal was wrong. It was hurt.
Badly hurt.
And something was coming.
It tried to grab at the pieces of consciousness, and when it had gathered a couple more, it realized it was drifting in pieces. An image emerged from somewhere, and after another wave trying to break the dizziness, it took form. The pieces that were floating around the dimly flickering lights started drifting together, merging and forming a peculiar shape. Not yet quite aware of how or why things were happening, it gently floated down to the wet floor, still not entirely finished reforming, and directed its silver gaze to the dark hole of the tunnel from which the presence seemed to come. Hazy memories flashed through its mind, memories of fear, of the chase, of floating kids and of the pain that had been inflicted on it. The image emerged again, and a name with it: Pennywise.
Pennywise began to understand. He had lost the battle, again, and as it would seem, nearly for good. Also, his hibernation cycle was off – he knew another 10 years would have to pass before it would be actual feeding time again. Yet this presence, which was now fast approaching, had brought him back – or, at least, had brought most of him back. He felt incredibly weak. His senses seemed dull, and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to shape-shift out of the clown form. Only because it was his most frequently used form he had been able to gather himself enough to turn into it in the first place.
He sniffed the air and tried to gather information on the unexpected visitor. If it was one of the nasty group this would be his last day for sure. After all they had wounded him badly twice now.
But he only caught the scent of one human being, and an unfamiliar one it was too. He heard the splashing noises of the humans little feet dragging through the grey water of the sewers. Judging by the sound of the waves and the strides it would be a small one – a child, fortunately.
Pennywise cracked a smile. Maybe his process of recovery could be significantly shortened.
He braced himself and slid into the shadows of one of the towers of junk that had built over the years. Just a second after a tiny human child in a green jacket stumbled into the opening of the cistern and came to a halt. Damp black pigtails protruded from underneath its hood, and the child’s breath came in ragged sobs.
Perfect.
Pennywise scanned the girl briefly, and the clowns face furrowed in the imitation of human confusion.
The girl was older than she looked, and sorrow surrounded her like a second skin. The latest argument between her and her way-too-young mom and her abusive dad was running through the girls mind. Pennywise could still see the bruises the father had left on the girls jaw only a couple of weeks before.
He took another whiff and scanned her again, more thoroughly.
This child was a mess. Derry had always been cruel to its children, but nothing compared to what the girl went through on a daily basis. Abuse in all imaginable forms from the 40 year old father and the mother who had given birth in her early teens. The bullying in school, both verbally and physically. And, of course, the complete disinterest of anybody who came in contact with the child. So much suffering, so much pain to draw from. If only Pennywise could gather the strength to transform…
The clown would have to do in the meantime.
Pennywise stepped out of the shadows and towered before the girl. She didn’t even reach his crotch, probably because of the malnourishment, and she strained her neck trying to look up to him.
But she didn’t flinch.
“Hello, little girl. Are you looking for the circus?”
She stared at him for moment longer, her big grey eyes devoid of any reaction to his sudden appearance.
“I ran from my family and hid in the sewer. Now I’m lost, Mr. Clown.”
Nothing in her emotional make-up changed. No fear, no worry about being lost, now wonder at the sight of a freakishly huge clown in the center of the sewers, just dull sorrow radiating from her.
“I would say you are found, little girl.” He cackled in the high-pitched, just slightly over-the-top manner that children liked but adults abhorred. “You are found by Pennywise, the dancing clown. That’s me.” His eyes had turned blue, and he lowered himself slowly to the girls’ level.
“My name is…”
“Oh, I know your name already, little girl. Would you like a balloon?”
He pulled a bright red balloon on a white string from behind his back and held it out to her.
She just stared at him, no emotional reaction whatsoever. At length she finally shook her head.
“My dad would just pop it.”
He tilted his head to the side, a sly grin on his lips.
“Then you could stay here, and I could give you all the balloons you want. You could watch them float…”
Still emitting nothing but sorrow, the girls dead eyes turned towards the balloon, than back to the clown.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Pennywise began to worry. The girl did not show any signs of fear, of hate, of anger or any other emotion he had come to associate with fucked up kids. She was sad, yes, and she was well aware of what would happen to her once she went home, but it did not scare her.
The last time a girl had no longer been afraid of her dad did not end well for Pennywise.
Pennywise smiled, and made sure she could see all of his myriads of sharp teeth. “Yes, I will, little girl.”
And then she stepped forward, right in front of his scary teeth, and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Pennywise”, she said, and for the first time the sorrow gave way to something else - relieve.
“You want to die?” Pennywise asked, now seriously troubled. He’d had so much fun with the kids Derry broke. Henry Bowers, for example. Feared by all the other kids, yet so afraid of his own Dad he still wet his pants when he was already drinking and smoking. Henry had been both an excellent source of fear and a very useful tool. But then Beverly Marsh and the losers came and hurt him, hurt him so bad he could not quite explain how he was still alive.
He was not going through that again.
But then again the little girl did not exhibit any sort of anger or aggression. Her relieve was so genuine and so intense it blocked out the smell of the sewer. Her physical contact made him nervous, but he didn’t dare to move. If he upset her she might very well finish him off for good.
He had lost his touch.
The girl still clung to him, her pigtails tickling his nostrils, not caring about the drool that started to run down her jacket.
“I am a nuisance. I do not want to live anymore, I do not want to be a burden anymore.” She started crying now and Penny slowly, carefully pulled away. Fascinated, he slowly licked the tears of the girls face.
There was just the card-board taste of grieve.
Pennywise began to back off. Careful now, don’t upset the human. Don’t make her ram an iron poker through your skull. Don’t make her shoot something against your soft belly.
“Why aren’t you scared of me?” he croaked, his already breaking voice even more sporadic.
“You are honest. And you can end this for me.”
She was still staring at him expectantly, like he was an over-sized beardless sewer Santa. Realization dawned on him. He shook his head. “I will not eat you.”
The expectant look on the girl faded, her eyes became lifeless again, and she slowly lowered her gaze. But she stopped crying. “Why not?” Her whisper was barely audible.
“You are not afraid. You won’t taste like anything”, Penny explained, at the same time wondering what he was doing. “Besides, I am supposed to sleep for another decade, so I’m not hungry.” The last part was only half a lie.
She looked at him again, her eyes expressionless but somehow still piercing through him, through Pennywise the clown, down to the dimly glowing lights. “You are hurt”, she observed, and then she sat down on an old washing machine that protruded from one of the junk mountains.
Pennywise didn’t know what to do. The girl creeped him out, and he wanted her to go, but if he upset her she might become more than just a nuisance. Besides, the trick with the balloon and the fangs, something he would normally do “in his sleep”, as the humans said, had cost him a considerable amount of strength.
“Look, little one, I want to go back to sleep, so you need to go.”
She shook her head. “But, Mr. Pennywise, you said yourself that I am found now. If I go, I will be lost again. That’s not something good to be, right?”
He cringed a little. “I’ll show you out.”
“Can I please hold the balloon on the way?”
He held it out to her, and the girl hopped down from her seat. She very, very carefully took the balloon from him, no urge to bite her there, and then she beamed at him. Her entire face lit up, and her dead eyes looked human for the first time during this entire strange encounter.
“Thank you!”, she whispered, and hugged him again, this time around his knees.
There was only so much Pennywise could do to keep himself from kicking the girl across the entire cistern. “Let’s get going”, he moaned, and she let go of him, but still kept smiling at him and the balloon. Then she reached out and took his hand, all smile and admiration at the simple red balloon.
Pennywise started to go to the entrance to the tunnel that would bring them closest to kissing bridge, but on a second thought he took something from one of the piles of junk. The girl didn’t notice, her eyes still locked on the balloon while trying to keep up with Pennies big strides.
So the unlikely pair wandered off into the darkness and foul smell, and the little girl was happy for the first time in her short life, while the clown was scared for his the third time within the eons he had already existed.
When they reached the exit the girl held the balloon out to Pennywise, but he hesitated a second before taking it.
“My dad will destroy it, and that would be a pity.”
Once again the huge clown folded his frame and crouched down to the height of the human. He took the balloon, but held out something else. It was an old, dirty and ragged teddy bear that smelled of mold and sewer. It was missing an ear and an eye, and the fabric was threadbare.
“Take this one instead, little girl. You can hide it beneath the blackberry bush in your garden, so your parents won’t find it.” Better make sure the scary girl likes you, if she won’t fear you, right? Better not anger her or make her come back while you are sleeping. Better appease this human abomination.
The girl stared at the teddy bear, and Pennywise was beginning to feel very anxious again, but then she let out a little giggle and reached for the worn toy. “Thank you so much, Mr. Pennywise. You are the kindest, bestest friend I have” , she said, and adding, after a second of consideration, “You are the only friend I have, but you are still the best.”
She hugged him again, more drool smearing on her jacket and her bruised face, radiating joy to the point where Penny felt sick to the stomach, and then she finally left, teddy hugged tightly against her small chest, carefully setting her feet on the slippery stones.
Friend, she had called him.
Pennywise shuddered while withdrawing back into the darkness where he would sleep and dream for another decade.
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So here is my request: on a hero day Michael refuses to take off his jacket the heat gets to him which makes him start to throw up from the heat stroke I think(?) and Jeremy gets super worried and is like whY MICHAEL -ear
Here you go!! I hope this is what you wanted?? It’s kinda sucky// also can anyone tell me how to do read more on mobile??
Anyway here it is!!
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It was hot. Unbelievably so. It was so hot that you couldn’t help but remember the humans were nonchalantly killing the earth everyday, because this was some Global Warming type heat. Everyone was pretty much dying. You’d either be at the beach, eating ice cream, sitting on an AC, or complaining all day. Michael had hidden himself in his basement, laying on the floor in nothing but a tank top and his boxers. He was sweating up a storm, convinced that death was coming and this was the end. He groaned, too hot to game, or smoke, or do anything really. His phone lit up, playing the Luigi’s Mansion theme, he instantly knew it was Jeremy and picked up.
“Yah…?” He sounded awful, but to be honest Jeremy probably did too. The poor kid was so pale that he could get a sun burn just from looking at the sun.
“Hey man! It’s Jeremy-”
“No shit man, who else would call me.”
“Ok so the heats gotten to you, that’s cool no big. But are you still up to picking me up? It’s ok if you’re not I mean- it’s ok cause I- cause I know you’re probably too tired. Everyone is so- hnng yknow??”
Michale’s eyes widened. Shit. He was supposed to pick up Jeremy from a date with Christine in 20 minuets, and here he was laying in his boxers.
“Yeah! Yeah no problem Jere, I’ll be over soon.”
Jeremy let out a sigh, just from that Michael knew he was planning on walking if he bailed. “Thanks man, you’re the best.”
“Anything for my player one” shit, he shouldn’t say stuff like that- he was dating Christine and-
“Haha yeah..see ya soon”
Michael stood up and started to get decent. The second he got out of the basement he groaned. It was so much hotter up here and he hadn’t even gone outside yet. He fixed his hair quickly, and went to grab a pair of shorts and a tank. But…he found his closet empty. All he had was his jeans, a tee shirt and hoodie which were still laying in the bathroom.
“Mother of All That Is Sucky.”
Dragging his feet into the living room, he found his mom over the washing machine.
“Mom?”
“Hmm??” She didn’t look up
“Did you wash my clothes already..? I need to go out real quick.”
“Yes, they’re in the wash right now. Sorry…”
Michael could deal with that, he’d just wear a tee shirt with jeans. He’d be a little hot but-suddenly he realized something, a sense of dread washing over him. He had to physically bite his tongue as he asked his mom a vital question.
“Mami…did you wash my gray sports bra” his binder.
“Yes why?? I know that’s your favorite but-”
“Nothing.” He turned around and dashed away “Nothing at all!!”
He stared at the clothes on his bathroom floor and sighed. There was nothing he could do really. There was no way he’d go without his binder, it was the only one he had too. He checked the time…he has to pick up Jeremy in 10 minutes. He sighed and put on all the clothes, including the hoodie. He yelled goodbye to his mom and hopped into his car.
The car ride was even worse. He had an old, used car. Recently the AC had broken, and so had the windows. Michael found himself leaning over as he drove, sweat dripping down his neck uncomfortably. He had to breath through his mouth, panting as he suffocated in the car. He felt like he was really about to die. His heart raced almost painfully, shaking his whole body. In the mirror he could his face was bright red, his hair no longer stuck up. It plastered against his forehead and puffed up from the humidity. He focused the best he could on driving, but all he could think was “hot hot hot”. His jeans stuck to his legs, his jacket felt like a physical oven. He almost didn’t notice that he’d pulled into Christine’s driveway.
As though he were waiting, Jeremy ran outside, waving goodbye to Christine. Jeremy looked pretty cute, the boy was wearing shorts and a loose tank top. The pac-man tattoo on his arm was clear as day, he wasn’t sunburnt surprisingly, he must have spent the whole day inside with Christine. Probably..doing couple stuff Michael thought sadly. The second Jeremy made eye contact with him, his smiled widely like the skinny dork he was and waved. Michael gave a small uncomfortable smile and groggily moved to unlock the door. God he felt like his skin was static, his cheeks and hands tingled, simple tasks felt difficult to do. Jeremy opened the door and yelled a strange noise when he felt the excessive rush of heat hit him.
“HoLY crap!! Michael it’s like…like death in here!!”
Michael wiped some sweat off of his face, trying to keep his breathing steady in front of Jeremy. “Yeah I’m sorry…AC’s broken. I got some water in the back though if you wanna grab some.”
Jeremy nodded and closed the door, reaching over to grab a water as Michael started the car again.
He heard the bottle cap twist, “Mikey…buddy I love you but why are you wearing that? It’s way to hot in here it’s gotta be over 100 degrees!”
“My uh…” he cleared his throat, he would have flushed in embarrassment if he didn’t already have all his blood in his cheeks, “my mom put my binder in the wash.”
“Ugh…”
“Yeah.”
Michael felt completely strange, the sides of his vision filled up with black spots, no matter how much he blinked the wouldn’t go away. He didn’t need to regulate his breathing either, he was oddly relaxed, his breathing slow. His stomach though…he felt like there was a rock sitting in it, which didn’t help his dizzy feeling. He was probably swaying, he knew that. He couldn’t hide this, not when his mouth tingled and tasted strange. Like…his mouth tasted fuzzy? Did that even make sense? He didn’t even care about how far gone he was at this point with how garbage he felt.
“Dude you are really sweating…like crazy. You should drink a water too..”
“Yeah that’s fine…just pass me one?”
Jeremy nodded and already handing him one as though he were prepared. He sounded pretty worried, in the back of his mind Michael knew he should reassure him. But they were at a red light and all he could think about was chugging the water.
“Michael no offense but you look like shit. Maybe we should get out the car and relax for a bit? Let the car air out?” Michael’s extremely pale face was starting to concern him, his fingers shook as he gripped the wheel, and Jeremy had never seen Michael so red.
“No..its fine, really we’re almost there.” The light turned green. Michael kept driving.
“Dude I really think that you should pull over. You…you really don’t look good.”
Michael shook his head, that rock in his stomach had grown in size. It was all he could think about. He barely even spoke when he said “how was Christine’s”
“What? Dude that doesn’t-”
Jeremy was cut off to let out a very girlish scream when Michael suddenly swerved to the side of the road, nearly hitting a truck.
“Michael what are you-?!”
Michael got out the car, and quite literally through himself to the ground, so out of it that he couldn’t even cringe as his knees his the pavement. His vision went mostly black before fading back in, and that’s when Jeremy started to hear him gagging.
“Oh shit-”
Michael continued to throw up the water and Doritos he’d had today onto the grass in front of the side walk. Jeremy got out the car, placing a hand on Michale’s back and rubbing it.
“Shit Michael are you- are you sick? Do-do you- shit what do I do?”
Michael couldn’t answer, unable to stop the painful dry heaves that wracked his body. All he could make out was Jeremy saying “shit” every now and then. When he finally stopped throwing up Jeremy held a water bottle up to him. Michael shook his head weakly, not even able to speak.
“Michael ? Come on man you gotta drink after all…all that” Jeremy tried his best to not look, they didn’t need two people throwing up. “…please?”
But again Michael shook his head, his breathing excessively slow and calm to the point of being scary. “Jeremy I- dude I’m gonna pass out…”
At that Jeremy felt his heart jump. “What?!” If he wasn’t scared before, he was horrified now. He put a hand to Michael’s face and nearly screamed.
“Oh my god! Michael you’re burning up!”
Michael simply blinked sluggishly as a response, Jeremy didn’t even know if he heard him. He moved to unzip Michael’s jacket, and only then did he get a response.
“No…” his words slurred together dangerously, like his tongue couldn’t move, “can’t let…don’t let anyone see”
“I won’t, I wont! But we gotta take this off ok?!”
Either Michael was too weak to fight back or Jeremy’s panicked tone convinced him, either way Jeremy tugged of Michael’s jacket.
Then Michael gagged again.
“Ok…ok listen we’re gonna put you in the car and I’m gonna drive you home ok?”
“Whhat? You’ve..you’ve never driven before you can’t.”
“I can have the SQUIP help..! They’ll know how to drive…it’ll only be temporary-”
Even through his incoherency, Michael has him a death glare.
“Are you-are you fucking stupid?”
Jeremy cringed, “Michael I gotta get you ho-”
“You can’t listen to anything that damn iPhone tells you to…you..you’re so better off now..you got the girl..the..the life.”
“Ok ok Michale you’re right, calm down.”
They had to take a break in their argument as Michael gagged again, bringing up nothing but bile.
“Don’t you…fucking…” Michael’s eyes rolled back as he dropped like a rock, like a puppet cut from strings. Jeremy screamed again, catching his best friend.
“Michael ! Michael?! Can you hear me?!”
When he didn’t respond he weighed his options of using the SQUIP. But no, Michale would kill him if..when he woke up. He brought out his phone and with a shaky breath dialed 911.
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When Michael groaned, Jeremy instantly leaned over him.
“Michael ? Dude? You awake..?” Came his unsure voice.
Michael opened his eyes slowly, feeling like he just woke up from a coma. He looked around and saw he was in a hospital and instantly knew some bad shit went down.
“Oh god…what happened?”
Jeremy took a seat next to him and nervously grabbed his hand, fidgeting with Michale’s fingers.
“You…you had some pretty bad heat stroke there. Well..heat exhaustion? I can’t even tell anymore. You passed out and I called an ambulance.”
“Mmm…thanks Jere-bear.”
Jeremy blushed at that, crossing Michael’s finger over one another. He was a nervous wreck.
“You shouldn’t have been wearing your hoodie…especially in your car. You know better than that dude”
“You don’t get it ok Jeremy? I couldn’t let anyone see-” his eyes widened and suddenly he shot up in his bed
“Michael your IV-!”
Michael caught his jacket lying on a chair across the room. His eyes were wide and frantic as he looked down, but Jeremy held his head up.
“Don’t worry I didn’t let anyone see. I covered you with your jacket in the ambulance, and blanket here. You can wear mine when your mom gets here…” Jeremy sounded like he’d planned this out for hours, and honestly he probably had.
“…thanks…”
But then Jeremy smacked his arm.
“Ow- Jeremy!”
“Never! And I mean never do that again! I think my heart stopped beating there for a moment that was terrifying!”
“I��m sorry Jeremy I’m-”
“Don’t-I know. I know…just…you’re health matters too, you know?”
“Yeah…”
There was silence for a while. Jeremy was still holding his hand.
“At least I have the best player one in the whole world”
Jeremy smiled at that, and rolled his eyes “yeah, you’re really lucky. Go to sleep, stupid.”
Even if Jeremy was dating Christine, he’d accept this little moment. And as for Jeremy…after all this was over he’d tell Michael he’d broken up with Christine and why.
#fanfic#bmc#be more chill#boyf riends#Rae#I hope this is ok??#I know it's garbage but tell me and I'll change it ok!!#ask to tag !#sick fic#illness
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So what did it take? Her endless charm? Her enviable songwriting talents? Her clever business sense? Or is it because Taylor Swift's entire catalogue just went up on Spotify for free.99? What a cheapskate!
Besides the fact that you can now listen to Taylor Swift without having to navigate her battles with the streaming industry, this is the perfect time to start listening to her music, even if you skipped out on the past five albums. We're currently in the calm before Swift's storm – the time when she's conjuring up a new album that may defy any expectations we have about the country-turned-pop star. Before she inevitably returns to the tabloids, there's a chance to get to know the artist whose work earned that fame, the singer who, at 14, prompted label boss Scott Borchetta of Big Machine to take her on, writing in his notes, "This could be your Mick Jagger." Taylor's fans have long known her as someone who can weave fairytales into everyday life and pastoral romanticism into a regular school day, who can detail relationships with piercing honesty. That kind of music inspires devotion, and this is your chance to feel it.
So, before you dig in, you'll need a Taylor Swift starter pack. Cut all your shirts into crop tops. Write Joni Mitchell lyrics on your arm. Adopt a Scottish fold and name it after a Grey's Anatomy character. Start calling the paparazzi before leaving the apartment. Show up at your friends' houses unexpectedly, offering them Christmas gifts and wondering why they don't cry tears of joy at the mere sight of you. At the very least, join an online forum to talk about her fandom when it hits. Start yearning for Taylor's old country days even though you hate country music! Send a Swift song to your ex instead of messy blocks of texts. Quote her lyrics in therapy. Invest in some quality scarlet-hued lipstick (Nars' Dragon Girl is a decent choice.)
And if you need some help with different entry points into her music, I've got you. Below, there are five options for getting into Taylor Swift. Pick the section that best suits your soul.
So, as Taylor's best friend Selena Gomez (you should know that too) says, if you're ready, come and get it.
So You Want to Get Into: Kiss-Off Bop Taylor Swift?
OK, so you want to get into the feisty side of Taylor Swift. Great choice. Alongside her songs about love, heartbreak, her first day of high school, her mom and Lena Dunham (it's true – "You Are In Love" is about her), there are angsty ditties that take her foes and pie them in the face like the true dunces that they are. This might be the side of Swift you're most familiar with lately, as her feud with Katy Perry has made the 12,000th headline and we're meant to believe that Taylor is on a warpath to punish all her enemies. However, Swift is just like any of us: If she's wronged, she feels a little jaded. And despite serving as a role model to her listeners, she experiences anger like anyone else. But most of us don't have the talent to write songs about them.
Taylor's kiss-off anthems started with "Picture to Burn" (perhaps her best song to this day?), off her debut, self-titled album in 2006, released when she was just 16. "Picture to Burn" has Swift expressing pent-up G-rated aggression with a twang (this is back when she still had a Southern accent, and it's endearing as fuck). She goes one shot under pulling a Carrie Underwood and disses her ex-boyfriend's truck; she threatens to sic her dad on him; she calls him a "redneck." There are all sorts of killer lines in the track ("There's nothing stopping me from going out with alllll of yer best frans!"), but this one's the most poetic and charged: "So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time / As far as I'm concerned you're just another picture to burn." Don't be thrown off by the flutter of banjo and down-home guitars that sound like they're out of a muddy Ford commercial – let the country sound sink in and guide you to revenge.
Since then, Taylor's had dozens of songs that ward off sour critics and ex-boyfriends. Her third album in particular, 2010's Speak Now, is chock full of them. On "Mean" she sheds off her haters who are "Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things / Drunk and rambling' on about how I can't sing / But all you are is mean." Then she piles it on, calling them "And a liar / And pathetic / And alone in life." Meanwhile, she maintains sweet, kill-em-with-kindness disposition: You'll be glad you never cared about that loser anyway! This side of Taylor is best enjoyed if you like looking cute while rolling your eyes.
Of course, there's "Bad Blood," which, if you pay just a speck of attention to pop culture, you know is about a petty pop star argument. And there's "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together," which is supposed to send a message to a guy trying to slide back into a relationship – although it comes off more as a mantra for Taylor to chant when she's about to let him back in again. And there's the slightly problematic "Better Than Revenge," where she blasts a girl who's known for her "talents on a mattress."
So if you've been wronged, don't pick up a baseball bat; yank out yer fake country accent and a Zippo, and start lighting stuff on fire!
So You Want to Get Into: Take My Heart And Run It Over With A Rusty Pickup Truck Taylor Swift?
If you've chosen to get into Heartbreak Taylor, you're probably the type who needs time to fully soak into your sadness when you're going through something. You absorb other people's heartbreak too. As a Sagittarius, Taylor is one of these people. (I know nothing about astrology, but I figured you might?)
The beauty about Taylor Swift is that she makes her songs vague enough to where you can imagine yourself in the song – yet she drops in just enough little details so you know the story in the song is hers. It's so easy to apply any of her songs to your life without forgetting her own drama.
Swift's romantic life has been easily mocked for a good ten years now, a topic she satirized in 2014 with "Blank Space" (but more on that later). From age 16 to now, age 27, we've known all of her boyfriends… and by the details she adds in her songs, you can tell which boyfriends inspired which songs: Joe Jonas ("Forever & Always"), Taylor Lautner ("Back to December"), John Mayer ("Dear John"), Harry Styles ("Out of the Woods), etc. By knowing the very real dudes behind the tracks and their very real relationships, Swift songs play out more like movies, where you can envision these celebrities going through the same breakup you might have with your partner. Perhaps the most heartbreaking of these songs is "All Too Well," a song clearly about Jake Gyllenhaal, with references to Swift's scarf, which he was photographed wearing after their breakup.
Red's "All Too Well," like most of Swift's songs about breakups, is crushing. Raise your hand if you've ever met your partner's parents and they start reminiscing about when they were a little kid: "You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me." Or if you've gotten stuck wallowing and it felt like you'd never be happy again: "Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralysed by it / I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it." Or if your ex called you just for old times' sake, just as you were starting to move on: "Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise / So casually cruel in the name of being honest." You remember it all too well.
There's something about Swift's sad songs that are like a film you can revisit over and over again, pulling tears from your eyes as if you're experiencing heartbreak for the first time. And it's not just heartbreak – it's grief in general. When you're exploring your way around these gut wrenching songs, don't forget "Ronan," a charity single written for the mom of a child who died of cancer just days before his fourth birthday (that one, unfortunately, is not part of her return to streaming). And "Never Grow Up," which will have you wanting to crawl back into your mom's arms.
Either way, it's best to listen to these when you're alone.
So You Want to Get Into: Fairytale Wedding Day Taylor Swift?
Ready to fall in love, you hopeless romantic? Read up on your Romeo and Juliet. Brush up on Rapunzel. Fall madly in love with the guy who's waiting tables at your favourite cafe. Go all in. Take risks. Ask that guy on a date. Ignore what anyone else says. Go head over heels. Get married (the guy has to propose on one knee and ask your dad for permission, of course). Have babies. Grow old together. Love is a fairytale!!!!!!
Taylor's very aware of her idealistic view on love ("Stupid girl, I should've known / I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale," she sings on "White Horse"), especially earlier on in her catalogue. You won't find her singing about dancing in the rain with her angelic-faced crush in her latest album, 1989, or anything in the future, but teenaged Taylor wrote the best love songs back in the day. She's either chasing highs or sinking into lows, and with mythical metaphors abound, she explains that sparkling feeling of falling in love.
You've come to the right place if you're looking for a song to dance to at your wedding. Imagine twinkly lights and barefeet as you twirl around the floor to 2006's "Mary's Song," which follows a seven-year-old girl and her nine-year-old beau as they grow up and get married. Or maybe you want dozens of photos of your family floating from clothesline at your barn wedding, soundtracking the moment with the voracity of 2010's "Mine." Or maybe you're under the moonlight, letting your vintage dress sweep over dewy grass as you dance with your hearts pressed together to "Enchanted."
Swift's love songs give you faith that love can last a lifetime, that you can pull off a medieval princess dress and that kissing in the rain is more magical and euphoric than wet and cold. Even if Prince Charming will never come galloping around on his awkwardly endowed stallion, it's nice – if but for three and a half minutes – to dream.
So You Want to Get Into: Banjo and Fiddle Taylor Swift?
Taylor Swift made the same journey as Shania Twain when it's come to the crossing the country-to-pop bridge – except with Swift, it seems like she's left that bridge far, far behind. With the declaration that she was taking 2014's 1989 fully into pop territory, Swift hasn't looked back, reworking her old country hits when she plays them live and nearly ignoring her especially hoedown-oriented tunes. If you appreciate a good fiddle solo and snarky banjo, I urge you to start at the beginning of her discography.
The self-titled album is a mine of gold country nuggets with excellent lyricism from Swift and sharp production from Nathan Chapman (who had never produced an album until he met Taylor Swift when she was 14). Chapman adorned Swift's green soprano with a bevy of fiddle, which could cry during a song like "Tied Together With A Smile" or frolick with joy during "Our Song." Fiddle is the second singer on Taylor Swift. There's dobro too, etching its earthiness into songs, along with some sparse scatterings of mandolin.
And then there's pedal steel – completely absent after 2014's Red – which swoops in like mood swing, unexpected, yet totally called for. It yearns on "Teardrops on My Guitar," gives sassy support on "Picture to Burn," and calms a bubbling banjo on "The Outside."
Like Swift, who grew up on a Christmas tree farm in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, before convincing her family to move to Nashville, you might have a small-town upbringing. And just the mere twang of a steel guitar may transcend you to fireflies and summer nights. If you're more familiar with Swift's more recent work, listening to her first album may seem like a novelty, but the progression across the five albums is organic, so don't feel jolted when you hear the rush of country instruments and the mention of country's prince, Tim McGraw, when you take her first bite of Taylor Swift.
Listen to country-era Swift – if not to conjure your own childhood memories, but to get a better understanding of where the pop star started from.
So You Want to Get Into: Storyteller Taylor Swift?
Sit down, music lover, and let Auntie Swift tell you a story. This one's a gripping tale about a girl who shows up at a fancy wedding, ready to interrupt everything and declare her love for the groom. The guy is obviously marrying the wrong woman, who's "wearing a gown shaped like a pastry." And although Taylor is not the kind of person to show up at a "white veil occasion," she, like the title of the 2010 song suggests, is compelled to "Speak Now."
I won't spoil the rest of the story for you, but as you enter the world of Swift for the first time, these storytelling songs might be your best entry point if you like a good narrative. These selections are perfect for long drives, when your mind wanders off the road. Ditch your Audible subscription (does anyone have Audible anyway?) and lean toward the Book of Swift instead. The first chapter dives into Taylor at three years old on "The Best Day," a song she wrote about her mom: "I run and run / Past the pumpkin patch / And the tractor rides / Look now, the sky is gold / I hug your legs / And fall asleep on the way home." The colours are vivid, the memories idyllic, and you can't help but miss your own mom a bit. Of course, some stories make you cry more than others, but with Taylor Swift, it's best to expect tears at all times.
Fast forward eight years to "Blank Space," where she's taken a wholly less innocent form – as a jet-setting maniser who steals her victims' hearts and tortures them with love games. "Saw you there and I thought / 'Oh my God, look at that face / You look like my next mistake'," she sings, as coy as a Black Widow looking for a mate. I won't spoil this one either, but let's just say that this story involves a pretty toxic web.
So, if you're in need of music that will hold you by your hand and take you through a journey, dive into "Love Story," a ditty about a young couple with disapproving parents, or "How You Get The Girl," a step-by-step tutorial on how to win your girlfriend back, or "Fifteen," a story about her friend Abigail's first year of high school, or "Mine," a song about a rando dude who turns into her husband. Whatever chapter you open the book of Taylor to, there's going to be a plot to keep you hooked.
Emilee Lindner was born on a metaphorical Christmas tree farm, and you can find her preaching the good word of Taylor on Twitter.
ts1989fanatic sorry that this so long a post but DAMN it’s worth the read, and I have to think the writer is a SWIFTIE she certainly understands the subject of her piece very well.
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Man oh man…what a hectic week…at least tomorrow is my day off.
Anyways, finally posting this next short story…will probably post the next chapter to the AU Wednesday…maybe.
Takes place a little after Covering Our Tracks.
A change in the weather tends to have a negative effect on some people. Rachel comes down with a fever, and Zack spends the night nursing her back to health.
Weeks have gone by without any incident after Rachel had changed her appearance to elude the attention of authorities. Isaac had done his share as well with his street wise in knowing how to stay hidden for lengthy periods of time. Their combined way of thinking did help them find best targets to be picked and lured for their money, Rachel played innocent to lower their guard, and Zack would do the dirty work – at least fun in his opinion. He either socked them out quick for a short mugging, possibly even a cheap laugh, or just let his scythe have at it.
They had accumulated enough money over time to get them a single room in cheap motels if they needed to, even had some to spare for food. Ray would be the one who would run the errands, since her appearance wasn’t as eye catching as Zack’s, which made things much easier for them to survive during their escape.
One particular night proved to be against them, it was late autumn and the cooler weather was already having its effect on people. Zack was used to the sudden change of seasons, but Rachel was still young and began to feel her body become sluggish and warm.
Isaac noticed Rachel was starting to lag behind as they ventured through the back alleys to try and find some shelter for the night, it almost reminded him of Cathy’s floor when the both of them had minor poisoning.
“Hey, what’s up? You tired?”
“A little bit…don’t worry about me…” Rachel replied, her speech was strained and she panted between sentences.
Zack sighed to himself, “Not this shit again…you’re not fine, Ray…I can hear it…”
“I’m fine Zack…” she argued.
The gruff man let out a grunt of frustration as he walked up to Ray and leaned down to take a close look at her. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a fatigued expression, he could even hear her breaths were labored – she was anything but okay.
“Nah, I’m not buying it…we’re stopping…” Zack grunted.
The girl wanted to resist, but couldn’t, her legs felt weak and caved underneath her own weight, Zack panicked for a moment as he quickly grabbed her by the waist to stop her from falling. Her head leaned against his chest and he could feel just how warm she was, it wasn’t her usual warmth, she was burning up.
“Jesus, Ray…have you known that you weren’t feeling good?” Zack mumbles. “You gotta stop doing this…”
“I didn’t want you to worry…” Ray grumbled under her breath.
“Too fuckin’ late for that…you’re freaking burning up…” Zack growled, “We gotta get you in a bed…this place just won’t do…”
He helped set Ray down for a second so he could work up a quick disguise. It was a custom when it came to booking a cheap room. The motels rarely asked for any background, they just wanted the money for the night. Zack covered his scythe back up into a bindle, then made sure that Ray wasn’t looking as he ripped off the bandages on his face. He acquired a large scarf to wear over his scarred face when talking to people at the front desk, he tied it on first, then used the rest to wrap around himself.Finally, he pulled out a pair of gloves from his hoodie pockets to hide his bandaged hands - a quick, but believable disguise.
“Alright…let’s go…” Zack rambled, then picked the girl up.
The man ran through the back-alleys to try and find a place he could stay the night. At the edge of town was a small inn, he took a deep breath and hoped to god that whoever ran it was reasonable enough to accommodate them.
As he entered the lobby, he could tell the woman behind the counter wanted to shoo them, thinking they were a couple of homeless folks.
“Hey, hear me out, will ya’?” Zack argued, “She’s got a fever and we need a place to stay until she’s better…if you want money now, I’ll give it. I’m left with no choice here.”
The woman raised a brow at the two, then walked up to them, she saw the look on the girl’s face and brought a hand up to feel her forehead.
“Oh my, she’s really burning up…alright, normally I’d say no…but just this once…” the woman said.
She grabbed a key, along with a handbag, and lead the two into a room down the walkway. As soon as Zack placed Rachel down on a bed, she pulled something out of the handbag, she had a small bottle of minor painkillers and placed a couple in the man’s hand.
“Here…I normally use these for headaches, but they also help reduce fevers…give her some of these,” the woman instructed, “have her take a cool shower to help as well…her fever is really high…”
This woman is clearly a mom.
She gave Zack handfuls of advice to nurse Rachel back to health, and was even kind enough to purchase some bottles of cold water from the vending machines to help Rachel stay hydrated. After that, Zack gave her money for the room with a reluctant thanks, the woman left the two be and prayed for the girl’s health to return to normal.
Isaac handed the pain relievers to Rachel, along with one of the water bottles, he made sure she took each one, and even placed one of the chilled bottles on her forehead.
“You really should’ve told me, Ray…” the man grumbled, “I don’t want you kickin’ the bucket from being sick…that’s just stupid…it’s my job to kill you, ya’ know?”
“I know…I’m sorry…” Rachel apologized, her face turned sullen.
Zack sighed, then lightly ruffled her hair, “Enough with that boring face…”
He could see in her expression that her body was weak and exhausted, the fever was really taking a lot of out her, Zack stood to his feet and picked the girl up in his arms to take her to the bathroom. The woman made mention of cool showers helping reduce excess body heat.
“You’re still freaking warm…” he grumbled, then turned on the water.
“Zack? What are you doing?”
“You heard the lady, you’re taking a shower to cool your ass down…” Zack replies.
The man brought his arm up and pulled his sleeve back, then proceeded to rip off the bandages so he could test the water’s temperature before letting the girl in. It was cool with a faint warmth, shouldn’t be too harsh for Ray to sit under for a while. Zack sat Ray on the edge of the tub, then turned his back to her and pointed to the shower.
“Go on, get in…”
Rachel grumbled as she felt self-conscious.
“You’re still in here…”
Zack growled under his breath, even he felt the same, “I fuckin’ know…but I can’t exactly trust you to shower without you falling on your ass and knocking yourself out…my back’s turned…I ain’t gonna take a god damn peek, shit…I know better than that…”
He was a killer, but at least he was modest to her.
Rachel knew she couldn’t win an argument with him right now, her mind felt like it was fried and her wits weren’t with her at the moment. She relented, grabbed a towel and undressed. Zack’s face was burning just as red just from the situation they were in. Once he heard her crawl into the bathtub, he grabbed at the pile of clothes on the floor and sat himself down, making sure to keep his back turned.
“You can sit down if standing is too much of a chore for ya, Ray…”
“Alright…thanks…” Ray replied, “…it’s cold…”
“It’s cold cuz you’re burning up…now don’t argue, and just sit there for a while…” Zack retorts.
“I…I really didn’t mean to make you worry…I wasn’t expecting it to get worse, so I kept quiet…” Ray murmured.
Zack sighed to himself, “You’re still a pint-sized brat…of course it’s gonna get worse. I’ve seen a lot of kids get sick, thought same shit too…they always wound up dying in the end.”
One of the bitter memories of the Orphanage emerged.
“You’re different from them though, Ray…so like fuck I’m gonna let you get sick and die…you’re gonna get better while I’m still god damn here, got it?” Zack grunted.
“Thank you, Zack…”
Isaac grumbled under his breath, normally he would never bother when it came to a situation like this, it was just another unfortunate soul that would eventually die off. Ray was indeed different, he wanted her to stay alive, he needed her to stay alive, they both had an oath they made together and he wasn’t going to let Mother Nature rip it right from his clutches. Zack was going to do everything he could to make sure Rachel was nursed back to health.
“I think I’m ready to come out…” Rachel spoke.
“One sec, bring your head out real quick…” Zack commanded.
Rachel shyly poked her head out, and felt Zack’s unbandaged hand feel at her forehead, it was still warm, but not burning hot like before – better, but not great.
“Right, hop on out…” Zack mumbled before getting back up to his feet.
Ray went back in to turn the water off, then heard the sounds of fabric being flailed about, she glanced to see Zack grabbing the towel and slipping his hoodie off. She had seen him without it once during their reunion, but it was so dark, she never got a good look. The man was pretty thin, but he was naturally built, and it showed through his wrappings, she couldn’t help but faintly blush.
“Here…dry off and wear this…I’m throwin’ your stuff in the wash…” Zack grumbled, he handed her both items while he looked away.
“A-are you sure? It’s yours…”
“I’m not letting you prance around naked, fuck!” Zack replied, she couldn’t see it, but his face was red.
Rachel didn’t argue, she quietly dried her hair and remaining water droplets from her body, then slipped the large fabric on before the draftiness of the room began to make her feel uncomfortable. The hoodie covered her small body rather well, thanks to Zack’s tall stature. She stepped out and sat on the edge of the tub, and she could see in Zack’s expression that he was still flustered.
“I think I can walk back to the bed…” Ray said.
“Like hell you are…” Zack retorts.
The man carefully scooped her up to carry her back to the bed she was resting in, Rachel glanced at Zack’s unbandaged arm, and couldn’t help but feel compelled to trace a finger along his scars. That action almost startled him for a second, he was close to dropping her and fumbled the girl in his arms.
“What the fuck, Ray? Don’t do that…” he growled. “Not while I’m hauling your sorry ass…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it…I’ve never really seen much of what you really look like…” Rachel replied, “Just that one time I was stitching you up…”
Isaac grumbled under his breath and sighed to himself, “It’s gross…I know…”
“I don’t think so…” Rachel mumbled, “I think you’re a beautiful human being…”
Zack halted in his tracks for a moment as his body froze, he felt strangely touched, yet completely flustered as hell.
She’s really acting weird right now.
“Sweet baby Jesus, Ray…do you want me to drop you?” he shouts, embarrassed.
Rachel couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, the fever left her exhausted, and she began to close her eyes. Zack felt the girl lean against him as she rested quietly, he sighed to himself as he brought her back to the bed and tucked her in, only bringing the blanket about halfway to her body.
“Jesus Christ…this girl…I fucking swear…” Zack muttered to himself.
He let her rest for now, and went to go throw Rachel’s clothes in the washing machine that was in the room. It was better for her to have a fresh set of clothes after overcoming an illness.
Zack couldn’t bring himself to watch the TV or go out to pilfer for more cash or even grab food, he was uncharacteristically worried to death about Rachel’s health. Since she was asleep, he felt it was safe enough to pull his scarf down and reveal his scarred face, he returned to Rachel’s bedside and sat himself on the edge of the mattress as he quietly observed her.
His fingers subconsciously traced against his exposed scars on his arm, remembering how delicate her touch was on his damned skin. Twice she’s seen parts of his skin and twice she wasn’t repulsed by it. He thought to himself, maybe one day, it would be alright to show her how he really looked underneath his bandages, if she really believed that he was a beautiful human being. She was the first and only person to ever tell him that, and it gave him a warm yet fluttering feeling in his chest. He strangely didn’t hate it, such a weird sensation felt nice. Zack would rather be called beautiful than a monster any given day.
Zack then smiled to himself, he couldn’t help it, he felt a sense of comfort from the thought alone.
The man picked up a water bottle to take a swig of the liquid himself, he was feeling a bit drained from the stress and worry of the situation, then pressed the cold bottle on Rachel’s forehead to make sure the fever was going way. His mind was in a swirl of conflicted thoughts, different opinions told him to hold onto her to soothe her discomfort, another told him that his high body heat was the last thing she needed, and the final told him that thinking in such a way was fucking weird.
Then another thought plagued him, he was used to this kind of lifestyle, he grew up into it, adapted to it – Rachel did not, and that’s why she was sick. It was his fault, he only knows how to kill people, not take care of them.
Zack grit his teeth in frustration, “I’m such a fucking idiot…she’s not cut out for this…”
Then he heard a mumble coming from the girl, he raised a brow as he removed the cool bottle from her forehead and placed it onto the nightstand. Maybe she needed something. The man leaned close to try and listen closely.
Rachel mostly mouthed words in her sleep, and whispered a couple sentences here and there, now he knew that she was possibly dreaming and was at the point of talking in her sleep. Yet, he was curious over what she might be dreaming of, and listened to every word she murmured out.
“Zack…”
Oh shit, he was in her dream? He raised a brow and listened carefully.
Rachel mouthed words again until another short sentence was whispered out, ���…love…you…”
Now he knew why they said that curiosity killed the cat, he felt like his heart could fail at any given second. Did she really say that? About him?
Zack smacked the sides of his head a couple times, and shook his swelling thoughts.
“It’s just the fucking fever…it’s just the fucking fever…” he repeated over and over. “People say stupid shit when they’re sick…”
Now he needed a shower, a cold one.
Morning eventually came, Rachel slowly opened her eyes, she felt groggy, but refreshed. Her body wasn’t burning up like it was yesterday, and had more energy in her to move about freely. She saw her clothes were bunched and casually tossed at the foot of the bed, then heard the sounds of light snores and heavy breathing. Zack was sitting on the floor at the side of the bed, slumbering away with fresh wrappings on. There was another bed next to her own and was unsure why he didn’t choose to sleep in that, maybe he was still worried about her fever getting worse.
Rachel slowly crawled out of bed, then brought her fingers up to gently run them through his dark hair. Isaac shifted a little before letting out a groan, his bi-colored eyes opened and glanced up to see Ray looking right back at him. He was startled at first, but then got up to his feet to check on her.
“How are ya feeling?” he tiredly asks, then brought a hand up to feel her forehead.
“A lot better.”
She was warm, but it was her natural warmth this time, the man let out a small sigh of relief as he brought his hand back.
“Thank fuck for that…but I’m still not letting you overdo it,” Zack replies, “short travel…I’m making sure you take breaks, and you’re eating a bigger share of food…got it?”
“What about you?”
“Oh, stop fuckin’ worrying about me, I’m used to this shit. I can go without eating for a while…you’re still a shrimp, you need more attention,” Zack grunted, “Just cuz’ you’re doing better doesn’t mean you’re still a hundred percent…”
Ray huffed to herself, then felt Zack lightly bonk her on the head, as if it was his way of saying – no arguments.
“Now get dressed, I want my hoodie back.”
Rachel nodded as she gathered her clothes and got changed in the bathroom, she returned the man’s clothing and waited for him to slip it back on. Her scent permeated his hoodie, he could smell it with each breath he took and felt his cheeks grow slightly warm, especially when he recalled the words she said to him last night.
‘It was just the fever talking…that was it…don’t think too much about it…’
“Let’s get going…I already paid for the room, so we can leave whenever…” Zack commanded.
Ray nodded as she grabbed the bottles of water with her, it wouldn’t hurt to take it with them to keep them hydrated during their travel.
As they stepped out, Zack ruffled the girl’s hair, “Hey…next time when you’re not feeling right…tell me. No more secrets.”
“I will…if you do the same as well…” Rachel replied.
Zack lightly rolled his eyes, “Right…sure, I’ll let you know.”
The two walked off hand-in-hand, they did it for a sense of comfort and security, it told them that they were there to support one another while they did their best to maintain their freedom. They weren’t alone on this, and yesterday proved to be a reminder that burdens weren’t meant to be shouldered alone.
Rachel was this girl he had promised to kill, yet she had this strange influence on him, and would do anything to keep her protected. Zack was a gruff man who would on a couple occasions be rough with her, but he had a secret gentle side too, and he made her strong emotionally with each interaction they made.
They were quite the strange duo, but they enjoyed each other’s company. No matter what bumps in the road life would give them, they worked together to overcome it.
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