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goldessia · 24 days

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RUINED REPUTATION — k. bkg x assistant reader

sum. katsuki bakugo is the #1 professional hero. because of this, he built an agency, and wound up hiring an assistant to help him with publicity and to do majority of his paperwork for him... something he didn’t expect was for that assistant to be so damn attractive.

warnings. smut, mdni! power imbalance (implied), slight degration, risky / quickie, scandal, sort of slowburn, reader had a small quirk (can manipulate small doses of water), intoxication, smut in later parts.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (wip)

a/n. ty to @cafekitsune for the borders / dividers!

“YOU do know the risks, right?” my room-mate, mina, says, “i mean, i went to school with bakugo. he’s not a very.. nice person, and publicly placing yourself as his assistant could make you a target.”

i nod. “i know that.” i say, stuffing some things into my purse, “but i need this job. i love you, mina, but right now we kind of need the extra income. we’re not getting much with your job.”

she groans in frustration, “i know! but, all the villains lately just aren’t compatible with my quirk, so i’ve been leaving it to the others..” she sighs, rubbing her face.

“yeah, i know.” i say, slinging my purse over my shoulder, “it’ll just be temporary until you get back on your roll.”

“more like temporary because dynamight’ll kill you before that.” she snorts.

picking up my keys, i scoff, “i’m sure he’s not that bad. maybe he’s just a stressed out person!”

“sure. just come home in one piece, alright?” she chuckles, taking a sip of her cold coffee.

i roll my eyes and step out the door, finding my car and opening my phone for the directions to the agency.

the agency was easy enough to find — right in the middle of town with a sign in bright, orange colours: “the dynamight agency”.

i guess when you’re the #1 hero you don’t have to be scared to be found. in fact, looking at the giant building, i suspect he wants to be found; to be challenged, and to show them why he has the title of number one hero.

..and i also suspect this guy needs a serious ego check.

but i couldn’t lie and say i didn’t feel nervous. anxiety rushed through me, daring to glue me to this spot and not enter the building.

despite this, i walk through the front doors accidentally pushing a pull door and make my way to the front-desk where a pretty woman sits with two body guards beside her.

“hi,” i whisper, “i’m uh, here for the interview.. for the assistant?”

“oh! yes, you’re right on time.” she smiles, clicking a few buttons on her keyboard, “you’ll have to take the elevator up to the fiftieth floor, and in room A3.

“you’ll find a few of dynamight’s personnel as well as himself. he insisted on being there.. considering if you’re accepted you’ll be seeing a lot of eachother for a long while.”

my heart skips a beat.

“dynamight’s.. gonna be there?” i say, my eyes widening.

the lady hums, nodding her head like it was something normal to sit and have a talk with the number one hero.

i gulp, but mutter a, “thank you,” walking toward the elevators while clutching my purse with clammy hands.

pressing the button to the fiftieth floor, i feel anxiety rush through me. who was i thinking, applying for this job? i can’t handle being the assistant to dynamight!

i groaned, slapping my forehead as the reality finally set in.

i should’ve just listened to mina, and applied for some desk job or something. i figured, why not go above and beyond?

i’m so stupid!

ding!

the elevator doors open, and about a gazillion people rush into the elevator muttering nonsense to eachother or into their phones. majority held a briefcase — some are just holding loose papers, clutching onto them like their life depends on it.

i’m suddenly pushed to the back, and i try to mutter a few “excuse me”s, but to no avail — none of them could hear me, too zoned out in their own realities to care.

i was trapped.

suddenly i hear an explosion. a minor one, but undeniable.

my heart skips out of my chest. was there a villian? i’m in an elevator with fifteen people! i’m so dead. what was i thinking?!

“WHERE IS THAT DAMN ASSISTANT?” a voice screams, becoming louder by the second. “she’s late!”

“i’m sorry, dynamight, but it’s only been two minut-“

“SHUT UP! i didn’t ask you.” dynamight’s voice is now clearly in-front of us.

and then, i see him.

he’s tall, menacing — still in his hero costume that i recognize seeing on television when i was a teenager, just a little changed up.

the look on his face was undeniable. red, hot anger spilled from his aura as his eyes scanned the group of frightened workers, all frozen in place and have halted their calls and conversations.

i feel myself freeze when his eyes glaze over me, before halting. his eyes narrow, before he lifts a hand and points.

“you.” he says. “‘cmere, will ya?”

everyone’s eyes flick to me. i gulp, before nodding and slowly trying to make my way through the crowd.

“well, move out her damn way then!” dynamight hisses, and suddenly i see a path in front of me where there used to be people.

i take a deep breath, and with newfound confidence i walk forward, never breaking my eyes from his as i find myself beside him.

he snorts.

turning on his heel, he begins walking. hesitantly, i start walking beside him. he gives me a quick glare, expecting me to dip behind him but i don’t.

like i said before: he needs an ego check, and this is it.

he scoffs. “so, you’re my new assistant, or whatever?” he says, looking ahead again.

“well, i haven’t done the interview yet. so, maybe?” i say, masking my nervousness by remaining cold still except for my legs that are struggling to keep up with the hero’s pace.

he tuts. “fuck that. you’re hired, from here on out.”

then, he stops. he stands in-front of me, and it suddenly hits me how much taller he is, as he towers over me quite easily.

“which means you’ll do as i say when i say it. you work seven days a week, doing all my boring work i don’t want to do. got it?”

“seven?” my brows furrowed, “the agency said five—“

“yeah, well i say seven.” he spits, before pushing open a door. “this is your office. i’m across the hall.

“you’ll come when i call you. you’ll be dealing with all of my publicity shit as well.”

i shift on my feet. “yes, uh… sir?” i test, cringing at my own words.

his brows furrow, and his chin tips up. “good.” he says, before turning on his heel, “my manager will send you a list of things to do. get working on it.”

with that, he walks away.

my first interaction with my new boss, dynamight, couldn’t have gone any worse.

after the first few weeks, i was spent. i’d never run around so much and dealt with such work since my first year in college.

after a long day in the office, dealing with one of dynamight’s scandals—he had hooked up with another pro hero—i finally was able to go home. it was 5:30, which meant i was already in overtime.

packing up my stuff, i push open the glass door that is my office. music played through my earphones, just a simple playlist that consisted of my favourite songs i grew up on.

“y/n.”

i hum along to the tune, scrolling on my phone as i walked toward the elevator.

“y/n?”

a notification popped up; mina had texted me asking to swing by a grocery store to pick up something for dinner.

as i begun typing a reply, i was quickly stopped when i felt a hand roughly grab my shoulder and turn me around.

my heart stops in my chest as dynamight glares over me, before ripping out my earphone and scoffing.

“i called you fifty times. next time, you’ll listen, alright?” he spits.

“you were— huh?” my brows furrow.

“fuck, are you deaf, or something?!” he stops himself, rubbing his eyes before inhaling a deep breath, “a word. in my office.”

he starts walking to his office, before i speak. “sir, i— i’m already in overtime as it is. respectfully, with your recent.. scandal, i haven’t gotten much time to rest. this is my one time to.”

his steps slowly halt. he turns, glaring with those ruby eyes straight into my soul.

“in my office, y/n. now.” he seethes, “the amount of rest you get isn’t my concern.”

maybe i would’ve gotten more rest if you learned to just keep it in your pants, i think but i do not say.

“you got a problem with my orders?” he stares, testing me, trying to provoke me.

i stare back. with a sharp inhale, i mutter a—“no, sir.” while beginning on my already aching feet.

i hear another notification on my phone.

mina

girl, where are you!! foods gonna get cold

taking a quick look to dynamight, i try to quickly type back.

i know, sorry, will be there shortly

mr. explosion murder is mad at me 😬

mina

oh damn

praying 4 u girl

“texting your boyfriend?” dynamight scoffs, to which i quickly put my phone away.

“oh uh— no, sir.” i clear my throat.

he looks ahead and murmurs a, “good.”

“what?”

he opens the door to his office with such force i jump, the door nearly grazing my nose. he stands in-front of it, gesturing for me to enter.

when he does, he closes the door behind him.

i try to mask my nervousness, but it’s nearly impossible—who wouldn’t be nervous to be alone in a room with dynamight?

“what’d you want to talk to me about, sir?” i ask, fixing the glasses on my nose— just a small prescription, mostly for looks since i thought they were cute.

he stalks toward the chair tucked neatly into the desk in the middle of the room. sitting on it, he gestures for me to sit as well.

hesitantly, i do, folding my hands neatly in my lap.

“the board wanted me to discuss something with you,” dynamight states, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands on his open thighs.

oh gods. what is so big that the board wanted dynamight himself to talk to me alone about? was i being fired? was my work not good enough? was —

“your clothing.” he states, “you need to dress more formally.” he looks me over, eyes gesturing to the jeans and tank-top i had on.

i blink. “you.. you pulled me in here just to talk about what i wear?”

he runs a hand over his chin, inhaling. he has a slight stubble along his jaw and neck; the result of overworking himself the past few days.

lately, i’ve noticed a spike in his working hours, working longer than he usually does and longer than he needs to.

the biggest question is: why do i feel like i need to care for dynamight?

“not necessarily.” he states, leaning forward, “i’m going across tokyo for a mission. i want you to come with me.”

“what?” my brows furrow, “why?”

he sighs, “because.. i haven’t been out outside of work since my scandal, let alone talked to the press. i need you there to handle that shit for me so i can do my job.”

i ponder with his words, “..okay. well, i’d have to check with—“

“it’s not a question. it’s your job,” dynamight’s voice suddenly turns harsh, “we’re leaving tomorrow morning. i’ll pick you up by seven.”

“but you don’t know where i—“

“i know where you live.” he says, standing, peering me over when he sees i’m confused, “it’s in your work file.” he adds.

“oh. right.” i sigh in relief, thankful he wasn’t some stalker who found out where i lived by following me home.

wait, why would he even do that in the first place? whatever..

the door opens, and i turn to see dynamight standing irritably beside it. catching up on context clues, i grab my things and rush out the room.

that is, before i’m stopped by a hand on my shoulder. he leans closer, glaring ahead of him. i can feel the heat emitting from his hand, his body, and i freeze beneath his aura.

“and y/n?” he says, “if you’re going to wear that shirt.. wear a fucking bra next time.” he seethes.

practically pushing me out the room, i feel the door slam behind me.

i feel my face flush as i peer down to my shirt — i thought i could get away without wearing one today but i guess i was wrong.

fuck. how embarrassing was that?!

mina:

u alive?

me:

FML!!!

after i had gotten home, i told mina everything. needless to say, she was shocked — “seriously? travelling across the country with bakugo?”

“yeah. and for a week!”

“oh, you’re so done for.” she snorts, “i could barely handle a few hours with that kid back in highschool, let alone be with him all day long.”

i sigh, taking a sip of my water, placing it on the counter as i jump up to sit on it.

“he’s not.. that bad.” i cringe at my own words, “just a little misunderstood.”

“oh, please.”

“serious!” i cry, taking a bite of my donut, “i mean, he is an asshole, but working alongside him isn’t so bad.

“plus, majority of time he’ll just be ripping up some villains. all i get is some sweet vacation.” i shrug.

mina spares me a look, “are you sure you don’t have some sort of crush on him, or something?”

i gasp. a harsh blush finds my cheeks, and i want to crumble in on myself. “what? no!” my voice cracks as i am quick to defend myself.

she snorts. “you’re only ever like this when you have a crush!”

“am not.” i say, hiding my face from her.

“you’re blushinggg..” she teases, “you so have a crush on him!

groaning, i jump off the counter and make my way to the couch instead of the kitchen.

“don’t try and hide it!” mina calls from the kitchen. i roll my eyes and ignore her, flicking on the television.

the news was on.

the lady on the screen speaks, “number one hero, dynamight, was seen only two days ago with a top-ten hero. rumours have speculated about the two — are they dating, or was it just a fling? here’s what we think…”

i groan. another mention of this stupid scandal was gonna make my head explode.

the press didn’t know who it was he had slept with, but i did — it was double trouble, a hero with a doubled voice quirk that could control others bodies.

i always thought she was cool. standing at fourth place, she was a well known pro-hero in the area.

and also known to be happily married with two kids.

so why, on earth, did dynamight have to sleep with her? he had to be stupid to, she was pretty, but he really needed to get better with his publicity skills.

being the cause of an affair wasn’t getting better at it.

and if any information got out of it being double trouble, he’d not only have ruined his reputation but ruined double troubles life.

so, i spent the last week making sure every last bit of this scandal was wrapped up and sealed away. everything on the internet, security cameras, was wiped out of the world.

turning on one of my favourite shows, i set down my phone and get comfortable on the couch.

finally, i could relax.

and slowly, but surely, i fall into a slumber.

nearly an hour later, i hear a knock at the door. i groan, annoyed my sleep was disrupted and even more annoyed someone decided to knock on my door at midnight.

“can’t i just get one night of peace?” i mumble to myself as i push myself off the couch, fixing the tank-top strap on my shoulder.

walking to the door, i run a hand through my hair to attempt to tame the wild mess caused by sleep.

i open it, the door creaking as i did, peeking my head out the door. and…

i see no other thank katsuki bakugo, better known as dynamight.

he’s clutching the side of his torso, clutching the doorframe as he attempts to keep himself up.

he looks up, cheeks flushed, wearing casual wear — well, casual until you see the giant blood stain ruining his white tee shirt.

“i.. i didn’t know where else to go.”

#katsuki mha #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #my hero academia #mha x reader #mdni

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sunshine-theseus · 4 months

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Fuck the RFEF | Amaiur Sarrigei x Reader

Words: 1.8k Summary: you refuse to play for the national team, risking your playing license, Amaiur disagrees Warnings: angst, !!mentions of SA!!, let’s pretend the girls are on a break in Barca before the call-up and Amaiur went to the wwc Requested by - @realsociadadferminofan

Patri, Cláudia and Mapi were who I always went to when something went wrong. Joining the 3 in abstaining from national team call ups after the 2022 Euros and being one of the 4 that refused a call-up for the world cup due to lack of action toward Jorge Vilda’s misconduct, they were basically my closest friends. Not to say the other girls didn’t mean a lot, I know if they felt like they could, they’d have joined us in refusing. But these 3 were who I had when I felt like crying as I watched my friends and girlfriend win the biggest football tournament in the world.

This also meant I’d go to them with relationship problems.

“What do you mean?” Patri had quickly paused the movie she was watching and called Mapi and Cláudia over when I came crying and banging on her door.

“I told her ‘I don’t care about losing my license if it means going against my morals and everything I’ve protested’ and she called me selfish and brainless.” Another sob wracks my body and I fall back into the arms of whoever is next to me.

“Amaiur said that?” it’s Cláudia who asks, tone of voice proving how ludicrous Am’s actions were.

“Verbatim.”

“Am! Did you get the email?” I yell across the house for my girlfriend who sits in the living room doing God knows what.

“Sí! Did you?”

“Yeah! What did you say?” my teeth worry at my bottom lip as I wait for her answer.

“I said yes, it’s a national call up. What about you?” I’m not sure what to say as my girlfriend strolls into our bedroom, holding her phone to her face.

She’s clearly re-reading the email we’d all been sent. An email majority of us had signed a statement saying we should not receive if changes were not made, especially after the events at the world cup.

“No.”

“Que? Que quieres decir ‘no'?” (what do you mean ‘no’?) Amaiur gives me a shocked look as I retreat beneath our blankets.

“Nothing has changed Am. How am I supposed to go back? Did you even read the full email? ‘If you refuse this national team call-up, your professional playing license may be revoked in correlation to the Spanish FIFA and RFEF code of conduct.’ They’re forcing me to reject my morals and risk my entire career for some shit call-up.” Angry tears prick at the corner of my eyes. This isn’t fair, how does she find this fair?

“Bebé, they got rid of Rubiales and Jorge, that’s what everyone was fighting for. You, Mapi, Patri and Cláudia, you can come back now.”

“Amaiur how do you not see nothing has fucking changed just because they got rid of two shitty people? Alexia, Ona, they wouldn’t be going if it wasn’t to protect the other girls, especially the younger ones. Esas chicas merecen algo major.” (those girls deserve better).

“So you’re not going? You’re giving up your career for this? You’re being a selfish and brainless cabrona!” (dumbass) the anger quickly melts off her face and regret fills her eyes, but I’m already pulling the sheets off me and heading for the door.

I grab my keys from the bowl that sits on the table beside the door, and leave. Her pleas for me to come back so she can apologise are futile as I walk down the hall. Señor Perez, the old man with many cats, sits at the end of the hall, giving me a pitiful smile that I return before making my way down the stairs.

“Ese pedazo de mierda.” (that piece of shit) it’s the first thing Mapi has said all evening, but it makes me laugh.

“No. I mean yes, but I still love her, I don’t think she meant it. We were both just angry.” It’s hard not to defend the girl I’ve loved for so long, but I know I’m right.

She’s always supported my decision to stand up against the RFEF and higher-ups. I just think she expected after Rubiales and Vilda were gone, we’d be playing together again. Admittedly I’d momentarily thought the same, but there was no way I could go back.

“Are you guys going?” the trio give each other guilty looks before turning to me. No one says anything.

“It’s okay if you do. I truly understand, you guys shouldn’t risk your careers for this. You’re being forced into it and that isn’t fair. I’ll support you no matter what.” I place an arm around Patri and grab Cláudia and Mapi’s hands.

“Thank you hermosa. We’re still going to fight this, from the inside.” Mapi says it in a funny voice and sends me a wink and I can’t stop the laugh that escapes.

Not much else can be said before we settle down on the couch to continue whatever movie it is the Patri has playing. Despite me calming down, I didn’t think I was in a state to return to my girlfriend quite yet. The universe seems to disagree.

There’s a loud knocking on the door and a familiar voice rings out from behind it.

“Patri, I know Y/n is in there! I need to talk to her! Please?” I’m standing and opening the door before anyone can reply.

Amaiur doesn’t waist a second in spewing out apologies and wrapping her arms around me. I reciprocate the gesture and begin rocking us back and forth. It’s hard to ignore the stares of our Spanish teammates who sit looking on in the living room.

“I’m so, so sorry, I can’t believe I said that to you. I stand by you, you know that. I’m just so scared for you and your career. You love playing so much and you might lose it all because of this.” I let out a sigh and pull away, resting a hand on her cheek.

“Do you want to know why I’m so willing to risk it all? Why I need this change so bad before I can come back?” she gives a simple shake of her head.

I have to give myself a second, swallowing nervously as I look into her eyes. The warmest, most beautiful eyes. She should know, I’ve hid it for too long.

“When… When we played in the Euros, there was one night where I was feeling bad. You were out with some of the girls, and I was in our room alone. Well around an hour after you left, Vilda came bursting in, obviously we weren’t allowed to lock our doors so there was nothing to stop him. He asked why I wasn’t doing team bonding and I told him I wasn’t feeling well. He came toward me and hugged me like he was going to comfort me, but-” I begin to choke on my words and tears breach my waterline. I can’t bare to look at the girls around me.

Am places a hand softly over my hand that rests on my own arm and I take a deep breath before continuing.

“His hands began to stray. I told him to stop and shoved him away, but he just kept going. He groped my ass and boobs, tried taking my clothes off. He slipped his hand down my shorts.”

“Did he…” Amauri is too scared to finish her sentence.

“He didn’t get that far; someone came knocking on the door and he just left with a sick grin.”

“Did you report him?” Everyone around me looks like they’re about to throw up, but for the most part they look angry.

“I reported him to every higher-up I could. They laughed me off and told me I was being delusional. That is why I can’t go back until there is actual change. Especially after what happened to Jenni and knowing other girls have been through it too. If that means I lose the job I love? So be it. They won’t shut me up.”

“I’m not goin-” Am tries.

“Yes you fucking are. I already told those 3, and I will tell Alexia and Marta and Mariona and whoever else I need to. You have to go, to ensure things change. And to make sure the younger girls are safe.” Cláudia, Patri and Mapi have all disappeared, so it just leaves me and my girlfriend.

“For you. I’ll do anything for you bebé.” I stand on my tippy toes to press a kiss to her lips.

“Thank you.”

~~~~~

4 members of the Spanish Women’s National Team have been released from international duty without sanctions, not including Alexia Putellas who has been allowed to leave due to injury. Is the change we’ve been waiting for, finally coming?

It’s the main headline across all media platforms the morning of the second day of camp. A 7-hour meeting to release 4 players. Fucking ridiculous.

Despite it, a smile tugs at my lips as I sit in bed, the sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of Amaiur and my bedroom back in Donostia-San Sebastian. I wait patiently for my girlfriend to arrive, a cup of coffee on her bedside time while my own rests in my left hand.

“Hola bebé! Is that coffee I smell?” the door slams shut behind Amaiur and her footsteps slowly creep closer to the bedroom.

I place my coffee on my own bedside table and get up, pouncing into her arms when she walks through the open door. She stumbles for a moment before adjusting her grip on my thighs, smiling brightly up at me as I lean down and kiss her hard.

My hands thread through her hair and she turns us around and walks forward to press me against the wall. In a moment of weakness, she squeezes my thigh and I let out a moan, allowing her to slip her tongue past my lips.

Not long after, we have to break apart for air.

“You’d think I’d been missing for months with the way you kiss me.”

“Any amount of time away from you it too long.” I give her a small smile and she pecks my nose, making me giggle.

“Can we cuddle and drink coffee while we watch movies?” I pout at her as puts me back on my two feet.

“Anything for my girl.”

Very soon after, I find myself in her arms on the couch, all curtains drawn shut, warm cups of coffee abandoned on the table, Encanto playing loudly on the TV. Naturally I sing along poorly and quote every line.

“Have you heard from the RFEF about your license?” I smile into her neck at the question.

“I get to keep it. And they gave an apology. Not that it means much still, but we’re getting there.” Amaiur squeals and jumps off the couching, taking me with her. She lifts me up and spins me around before putting me back down, spreading kissing across my face. My heart clenches at her display of love. How can one be so perfect?

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #woso fanfics #wwc 2023 #Amaiur Sarriegi #Spanish footballer #amaiur sarriegi x reader #amaiur sarriegi fanfic #spain wnt #spain women's national team

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seriesxwriting · 1 year

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420

W Rafe Cameron <3

Series- outer banks

Summary- Your the good girl, Rafe’s the bad boy. It’s 420. Wait that’s perfect. It’s Rafe’s opportunity to put some bad in the good. Will you turn to the dark side for a day?

Warnings- drug use (weed), swearing, kissing.

“Hey beautiful” rafe ran up past me so he could hold the door open. “Hey, thanks” I giggled walking through the door, Rafe dropped it on all the people walking behind me and caught up starting a conversation. “How was maths?” He hummed as we walked out into the busy car park, the hot sun was beaming down on the two of us. “When is maths anything but awful” I asked looking across at the brunette boy. “True” Rafe agreed with me letting lose a little snigger. “YO RAFE? You coming or what?” Kelce yelled from the other side of the car park. He was standing with topper and a bunch of the usual boys that Rafe hung with. “Where you off to today?” I queried thinking nothing of it. Stopping to find my keys in my messy, over cluttered bag. “It’s four twenty, where do you think” he lifted his eyebrows up like I was supposed to know what that meant.

“Excuse me?” I stared at him pressing my lips together so I didn’t let out a laugh. “Four twenty” Rafe repeated with a mischievous grin. “You keep saying that like I know what it means” my shoulders shrugged to show him I did not understand. “National smoking day y/n” “so you guys are off to smoke your vapes and some cigarettes then” “not that smoking” he shook his head giggling. “That’s on Rafe for not explaining it properly” topper chuckled appearing behind me with kelce by his side. They slowly entered the conversation, inviting themselves. “National weed smoking Day” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows making me look back at him. “Oh” I blinked feeling kinda awkward now. Of course I didn’t understand 420, I’d never done weed! I was an angel, I’d never even vaped! and I’d only been drunk two or three times in my life.

“Your welcome to come” Rafe put his head on his shoulder, my heart bagan racing from the panic that was spreading quickly over me. “I um…” I licked my lips looking at the three faces staring at me. “I wouldn’t even know the first thing” I shook my head, kelce and topper looked over at rafe who wasn’t ready to give up. “You can say no we’re not trying to peer pressure or anything but if your only worried about not knowing then you don’t have to be” he beamed cutely in my direction, he could be so sweet when he wanted to. Me and Rafe had always been good friends right from lower school but we were on two very different paths, we are two very different people with different attitudes. “I dunno” “you only live once y/n” topper grinned knowing I was swaying towards wanting to go. But yet I still looked at Rafe uncertain. “How about- you come anyway, if you want to smoke when your there you can, if you don’t you can just chill with us” rafe shrugged lightly. This i could agree to.

“Okay” I nodded a few times trying to convince myself almost, swallowing the nerves down my dry throat surrounded by the three smoking professionals. “Great, I’ll ride with you and we can meet them there” Rafes face lit up in excitement and he practically ran round the car to get in the passengers seat. “See you soon” topper patted my shoulder when walking past me with kelce, back off to the group of boys. I quickly got into my car and let out a deep breath gripping the steering wheel with my sweaty Palms. “What am I doing” I blinked looking over at rafe. He’s head was rolled to the side looking my way while slouched in my passenger seat with his legs in a man spread, hips forward. He looked hot, he always looked hot though. “Good girl meets bad boy- this was bound to happen sooner or later” he voiced to my rhetorical question.

My finger came to my mouth and it bit down nervously turning away from Rafe and looking straight rethinking the situation. “Y/n you’ll be fine, i promise I won’t leave your side until your back home in bed” “what if I don’t like it? How will I get home” I whipped my head around with wide eyes as if I was already high. “Then I will take you home, you name it I’ll do it I promise” “what if your high and- and you go back on your promise?” “That’s not How being high works” Rafe shook his head vigorously and moved his hand to my thigh. For some reason I immediately felt calmer when he did which I didn’t think was possible, but after all it was Rafe Cameron. “I’m just- im just gonna drive” I told myself out loud and so I did. Rafe didn’t remove his hand which I was kinda glad of. I drive for five minutes before Rafe muttered “I like being your passenger princess”. I looked at him without humour but him trying not to laugh made me laugh too. “It’s um- it’s not as bad as people make it out to be” Rafe began, changing the subject.

“I’ve never heard anyone say weed was bad” I told him honestly “because everyone does it” Rafe laughed out like he knew something. “Like- you know when Jasón did his presentation this morning” “he wasn’t high?” I frowned jerking my head back “yes he was I smoked with him before school” Rafe laughed again finding this funny. “oh” “and Jenny when she did her assembly, she was fried” “Jenny does weed?” I quizzed almost choking on my words. Rafe nodded and it slowly sank it to me that I was innocent. Next level innocent. “Have you realised how shielded you’ve been?” Rafe lifted an eyebrow pointing at the direction to go. “Something like that” I muttered pulling into some secluded area with two cars parked already. It was pretty much all covered by trees. “Okay- let’s do this” i nodded to Rafe feeling more of an urge to stop being protected from it all. “It doesn’t have to mean anything- just try it and if you ever wanna do it again you know who to call” he winked before getting out of the car. Before I could answer. Or even think of an answer.

Kelce, topper and a few of the boys (Leroy, Adam and grant) from before all got out the cars and came over to meet me and Rafe. “All set?” They all shared a mischievous grin and then patted the backpacks they were wearing. “All set” topper nodded towards a gap in the trees on the other side. “What’s through there?” I whispered to Rafe running to his side, he looked down at me and threw an arm around my shoulder with a smirk. “Just wait and see, best thing about hanging with us is you get to see all our secret spots” he told me running his tongue over his teeth. “Come on guys it’s five past four hurry up” Leroy hurried everyone along. As I stepped through the trees it was like another world, i soon saw that they were hiding a gorgeous secret beach with golden sand, little seashells and light waves stretching over the sand. Trees made perfect shade for us to sit under at the top of the beach, until the sun went away anyway. The boys all sat on their coats in specific places, they were used to this. I felt slightly out of place, I was inexperienced and this was the biggest day of the year for them. That was until rafe waved a gold, metal tin under my nose distracting me from my thoughts.

“Here, don’t do anything yet it’s not time but I’ll show you” he pulled out what must have been the weed as when the lid came off the strong smell crawled up my nose. Rafe put it to his lips and then pulled out a lighter making a flame. “Then you put your hand like this so the wind doesn’t blow out the flame and light it” he taught me passing the roll and lighter to me. “when?” I asked him quietly scotching closer to him. “Four twenty on the dot” he smiled, as i looked around everyone now had a lighter in hand and a splif in their mouths. Rafe got himself ready just as topper began counting down like the idiot he is. “Three- no three twooo- oooo ONE” he shouted and everyone lit a flame. I did exactly what Rafe taught me, the lighter was tricky it took me three attempts but lighting the weed wasn’t overly hard. Everyone took a long pull, “Happy 420!” They all shouted holding their joins in the air and smoke rising from their mouths.

I turned away from everyone when I took my first pull, surprisingly I didn’t cough. “You didn’t inhale” Rafe told me without judging “and you don’t need to hide no one cares it’s your first time we were all you once” topper told me comfortingly. “I know I just….” I trailed off shyly “Here like this” Rafe showed me on his own one. I copied and it went straight to the back of my throat this time. “You got it good job- You get used to the taste” he smiled opening his arm out. I wriggled over putting my head on his shoulder and then taking another pull on it, Rafe was half done already. “Only take a few pulls then put it out and go back to it if you want- don’t over do it for your first time” he told me rubbing my arm with his thumb, I felt the cold metal of the lighter too. “I can’t feel it” “it all hits you at once plus people have different tolerances” kelce told me blowing out his own smoke. I knew they were the experts but still I took another pull thinking nothing of it and then put it out laying it back in the tin. Rafe wrapped me up tighter in his arm as he slowly came to finishing his one. “You okay?” He checked with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah, I’m fine” I smiled up at him beginning to enjoy the gathering.

“So speaker or high talk?” Grant asked the group before laughing out loud a little too much. He was picking up number two now and so was Rafe who also burst out laughing causing me to vibrate. “I do have something to say- about mrs smiths new haircut” grant carried on, everyone began sniggering remembering back to it today. “She had to her hairline is non existent now” kelce chuckled with his join at his lips. “It make it way more bate that she’s trying to cover it up though” I added in while giggling a bit myself. As they carried on talking I took my zoot and lit it up again as I still couldn’t feel anything and everyone else was still smoking and clearly high. I took one pull and then another and another. I went to take another one but when I looked down at it the high slammed me in the face.

My hand started shaking and my heart beat abnormally fast. Rafe clocked pretty quickly and he took the joint off me putting it out and dropping it into the tin, then he took the lighter. “Feel it now huh?” He asked worriedly seeing that I was feeling uncomfortable. My legs had fallen flat and I was putting all my weight on Rafe now. “Yep- am i going to die?” I looked up at him worriedly. “No beautiful your not, let’s go for a walk” he whispered to me. Rafe helped me stand up and then held me by my waist as we left the group with out telling them why. “This is fucking- weird” I blinked at the sun while me and Rafe walked down towards the sea out of sight. “It’s pretty expensive to feel like this and it doesn’t last forever so just enjoy it while it lasts” Rafe told me rubbing my hip. “I can’t believe I’ve done it- I’m not a good girl anymore” I giggled looking up at rafe. He was already staring at me. “Oh you definitely still are, it’s what I like so much about you- that we’re so different yet we get on so well” “is this like being drunk? Where I won’t remember it in the morning?” I asked wishfully.

“No you’ll remember it” he laughed gently. “Well if it was- I might have said something on the lines of im glad you invited me today because I like spending time with you” Rafe caught his lip in between his teeth “so do I- that’s why I tried so hard to get you to say yes” “your the only reason it wasn’t an instant no” I shrugged slightly being honest with him, he deserved honesty. “And if this was like drinking- I might do something that could be a little stupid like kiss you”, Rafe double took trying to understand what I just said. He couldn’t decide if I was joking or not. “That- um- probably wouldn’t be stupid- because if it Where like drinking I’d kiss you back” he told me shakily, testing my waters. I took a seat on the hot sand and waited for rafe to Sit down too. “Shame it’s not like drinking” I told him with a smirk when he landed next to me. “Shame indeed” he looked across at me, his eyes flicked to my lips only for a second but I still noticed. I’m that moment I leant in towards rafe, he knew exactly what was happening he leant down to me and his hand flew up to my face. His pink lips were soft but all I could taste was the weed on our breath. It didn’t ruin the kiss though.

The kiss began to get harder and rafe pulled me onto his lap without breaking it. We didn’t need air, we had each other. “Stop” he whispered pulling away looking down. “What’s wrong?” I began to climb off him but Rafe grabbed my hand not wanting me to go anywhere. “If I don’t stop myself now I won’t be able to” he told me, one of his hands moved to my thigh resting it there. “And I will not show you how much I’m falling for you here” “w…” I blinked with parted lips at the boy, I was looking at him in a daze. “I’m serious- the more time I spend with you y/n the faster I fall” his hand held my face as it curved into a smile. Slowly I leant down kissing Rafe a second time, it was only for a few seconds but I just had the biggest urge. “I was afraid to tell you that Rafe, not because I was scared to fall for you- but I was scared of being the only one who fell” “that’s not the case here” he shook his head vigorously clutching my hand in his. “Was everyone saying stuff to you too?” I giggled behind my hand. “Yeah” he laughed nodding his head “I think everyone knew something was going on apart from us” he rubbed his temple. “We know now, right?” “Mmh” Rafe hummed kissing my hand. “If I’m gonna be your girlfriend- you know this is a one off smoking thing it will not be regular” I warned him “yeah I’m not trying to change nothing, I like that your good” Rafe licked his lips. “On the outside anyway”.

“Shut up Cameron” I laughed behind my hand “but while we’re at this one time smoking thing…” “…you want more weed?” He asked with a cute little laugh “it’s only 420 once a year right” I clapped both of my hand together getting ready to be even higher than I already was. Happy fucking 420 to me.

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Make No Apologies, part 3

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Emory

Present

Was I excited to be told I was explicitly requested on a project? Yes. And no. It’s not the first time it’s happened, but it’s always a compliment.

The excitement turned to stone-cold fear when I learned of the location. Thunder Bay was the last place I wanted to be. Nothing good happened to me here. And walking into the conference room proved it.

If I could get out of it, I would have. Short of dying or quitting, there was nothing I could do to get out of working on the project. That told me everything I needed to know about who made the request. Only so many names out of Thunder Bay could hold that much sway in California.

“So, this is home?” Elise asked as we packed up our stuff at the end of the day. We had completed the designs for the new gazebo and sent it over for them to approve in the morning.

“This is home,” I confirmed, shouldering my leather laptop bag.

Byron came around my side. “Has it changed much?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been outside yet.” We arrived and came here directly from the airport in Meridian. I couldn’t look at anything as we drove in, too on edge to see what had changed.

And what hadn’t.

We trailed behind Brett and Elliot to the SUV that was provided. We were all staying at a hotel in the area – one of the Torrance’s, no doubt. That made me nervous, like living in a pit of snakes. But I’d rather be there than at the house.

“Where’s the best place to get a bite around here?” Byron asked.

I laughed. “Sticks.”

Elise made a face, joking that it sounded like a dive bar. “Close,” I answered. I didn’t want to tell them I hardly ever went there or about my life before San Fran. My experiences wouldn’t match up with what they were expecting to hear about small-town life.

They continued to ask about the area, wanting to explore it and get a feel for the real Thunder Bay, their home for the next month or so. I held firm in my resolve to stay in my hotel room. No chance was I leaving the security of four solid walls and a door between me and them.

I wasn’t dumb enough to believe this was about ‘honoring the town’ and ‘staying true to Thunder Bay.’ This was Will’s doing. His threat hung over my head for years, and he was finally cashing it in.

He looked good. I hated him for that. He always had one of those faces. Nice. Attractive. The years of drugs, booze, and girls did nothing to detract from that, damn him. He looked healthy, actually. And the muscles...even beneath the suit jacket, I could see the outline of round biceps and pecs. He didn’t play sports any longer, as far as I knew. Unless the occasional round of pool or a pick-up basketball game counted as a sport.

That’s just what good genetics get you. Good genetics, and a whole bunch of daddy's money.

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At the hotel, we dived up the room keys. Elise and I would share a double, Byron got a single, and Brett and Elliot shared the penthouse suite with two separate bedrooms. The suite would be our temporary headquarters when we weren’t working at Damon’s firm.

Damon’s firm. Ugh. When did that happen? He never once showed an ounce of interest in design and construction, but suddenly, he became a big name in the field. I have nearly a decade of work behind me, but he gets to start his own firm within a few years of getting out of prison. Okkkaaay.

Not that I'm jealous. Not at all. I just want to tear the whole thing to the ground and get the hell out of Dodge. Maybe then they'd get the message to leave me alone.

Elise and I settled in our room. I deposited my luggage on the bed farthest from the door, leaving her one closest to the bathroom. She spent more time in there, anyway.

“You sure you don’t want to come out,” she asked, freshening her makeup in the mirror in the room as I unpacked my suitcase. She’d already changed out of her professional clothes. I was planning to get straight into my pajamas.

“No, you guys go.”

She gave me a sad but understanding smile. The same one she always gave me when I didn’t join them back home. What can I say, I’m still not big on joining.

Once she left, I changed, pulling on my cotton shorts and matching long-sleeve top. October wasn’t cold, exactly, but it could get chilly out. Setting up at the desk in the room, I pulled up my laptop and continued working on some of the other projects I had started before being dragged away.

I was in the middle of a design when my phone screen lit up with a message. I swallowed. There, like, three people it could be, and none of them I wanted to talk to. When I finally convinced myself to pick up the phone and check the message, I saw it was from a blocked number.

I relaxed. Only one person called me from a blocked number. My eyes scanned the empty room before opening the text message.

‘I want you’

My breath came out heavy through my nose, and I ground my teeth together. Images of lying with my back on the carpet floor in his office, his pants pulled down just enough, and a week of rug rash for ten minutes of pleasure flashed through my head.

I put an end to that. Leaving San Francisco didn’t change anything.

Putting the phone back down without answering, I tried returning to work. The screen lit up again, and again I exhaled, glaring at the device.

‘It’s going to be a long four weeks'

‘Stop.’ I shot back.

The phone rang. When I didn’t answer, Brett left a message. Against my better judgment, I pressed play.

A heavy breath. “Ems," he cooed, and I grimaced at the nickname.

We were once comfortable, Brett and me. It was fun. Our arrangement was easy. He was separated from his wife; I wanted no strings. But then he returned to her, and it no longer made sense.

He only pulled this shit on trips now, as rare as they were. And was never because he wanted me, really. He wanted quick and easy, and at least with me, there were no expectations.

Brett called again. Rolling my lips, fighting with myself, I answer, pressing the phone to my ear. I allow my silence to ring loudly over the line.

“I’m sorry,” he said first, and I almost fell for it. “But four whole weeks, Em. I’m already going crazy over here.”

“Call your wife,” I told him.

“Don’t be like this.”

“Like what, a decent human?”

“I said I was sorry, okay.”

I shook my head. That didn’t make it better because he was still asking. And even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. Something about being in Thunder Bay made that one betrayal too far.

“Let me see you,” Brett continued. “Meet me in the restaurant downstairs. We’ll have dinner and put it on the firm’s card. No strings.”

I didn’t even need to think about it. “No,” I said, hanging up. I put the phone face down and returned to the laptop, but my motivation had disappeared.

Closing it, I pushed away from the desk. The window was closed so that I couldn’t see the lights of the town. It had only been two hours since Elise left, so I didn’t expect her any time soon. I hoped Thunder Bay was treating her well. Better than it had ever treated me, at least.

Laying across the bed, I flipped through the TV channels, looking for anything to fill the silence. There was always a movie I could pass the time with. Finding something, I stretched out and got comfortable, realizing this would be my life for the next few weeks, and I might as well get used to it.

I zoned into the movie, finally relaxing by putting Brett and everyone else out of my head. It was perfect until a knock at the door during an intense action scene had me jumping in my spot. Grabbing the remote, I muted the TV and waited. It could be anyone – Elise, having forgotten her card. That would be the best case. Actually, the best case would be if someone had the wrong room.

Brett would be the most logical option. I hadn’t looked at my phone since putting it down. He probably came to see if he could persuade me in person.

Another knock. Three slow, intentional raps against the wood. I slid silently from the bed and approached, standing on my toes to see through the peephole. All I got was black. Whoever they were, they were smart enough to hold their finger over the viewfinder.

The possibilities were dwindling, as were my options. I knew I should keep the door closed and hope he went away.

“Emory.” My guts twisted at the sound of his voice, and my breath froze in my lungs. He hadn’t said anything during the meeting or after. The hold that just one word had over me was insane.

I pulled open the door, a shot of heat flooding my body at the sight of Will. He leaned forward, one arm braced on the door frame above his head. The suit jacket he wore earlier was gone, leaving him in black slacks and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck and the sleeves rolled. In the light of the hall, I was able to see the tattoos that spanned across the slight opening and disappeared on both sides of his collarbone. On his arms, too, were a collection of images and words that I couldn't decipher at the moment.

“Expecting someone else?”

I held out a hand out a hand to stop him. “Will. You shouldn’t be here.”

He moved off the frame, stepping into the room. “Byron or Brett, maybe? Both?” I backed away as he shut the door, closing us inside. “Be honest with me; how many have there been over the years.”

A part of me was thankful he came in angry and aggressive. Will being mean was something I could handle. It was when he was nice that I stumbled.

“Why,” I taunted, “you want to swap stats?”

One dark eyebrow lifted, he drifted forward with a calm ease. “Be honest for once in your life, and I might be a little forgiving.”

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea.”

“While we’re on the topic of body counts, how’s Heidi? Bet she's just loving the life of a trophy wife.”

He followed me in the limited space until I’d been backed up to the bed I claimed as mine. I refused to sit, to let him tower over me even more. So even as he got close enough that my chest brushed the front of his shirt, I didn’t lower.

Satisfaction sparked in his green eyes. “Oh, she’s good. She takes real good care of me. But I’m tired of blonde.” He took a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers and thumb. “Answer me, Emory.”

My stomach dropped. “Is this all you are? After all this time.” I couldn’t believe it. He’s out of prison. He’s got a job. His life is back on track. Why had he waited all this time? “Please tell me there’s more to you than this.”

“I told you. You’re going to pay back what you owe.”

I kept my glare trained on him, even as I felt his hand brush my shoulder and the skin of my neck. He stopped at my nape. I looked into his eyes, and for half a second, I let myself believe he’d let me go. Then his eyes hardened, fist tightened, and he hauled me forward until I could feel his breath against my lips. Growling, he pushed us back. We both fell on the bed, me under him; his knees braced my thighs.

“How many others have had you like this?” He breathed on my neck. “You always had so many excuses, but only for me, huh? Not for anyone else.”

He still didn’t understand how hard it was. “Will, get off!” I shoved at him. It made no difference. His lips connected to my jaw as he moved over me, and I had to bite back a moan at the fire that lit in my veins.

With one hand still around my neck, he moved around my face to my mouth, taking my bottom lip between his teeth; his other hand went to my hip and pulled at my cotton shorts. “You told me your ass was up for grabs, remember? So what’s the problem now? Still ashamed of me all these years later?”

No. Not of you.

“I did everything," he growled. I gasped as his hand got to my bare ass, grabbing it tight as he moved my body to his liking. “I left you alone. I partied my heart and brain out. I got clean. I’m big and powerful, just like you said I’d be. We did everything your way for ten years. Tell me why I can't have my turn.”

“Will, I-” My breath hitched.

He stopped, staring down at me, lips tightened and brow drawn. I could see the anger on the surface and underneath that, all the pain. As if disconnected from the rest of my body, I watched my hand lift toward his cheek. As if my touch could soothe away that pain.

I can’t solve his problem. I am his problem. We're each other's problem.

I pulled back before my palm could touch him.

“Afraid to face the mess you created?”

Yes.

He pushed himself off, and it felt like I was floating without his weight pressing into me. Stupidly, I missed the warmth of his body.

After catching my breath, I pulled myself up to meet Will’s glare.

“Here’s how it’s going to go,” he said. “You’re going to pack your bags and leave with me.”

I snorted, ready to tell him he could get fucked, but he continued.

“And for the next four weeks, you will do everything I wanted. Do you remember?”

Everything he wanted? I forced a lump down my throat. Of course, I remembered. “Everything?” I asked. Some things just weren’t going to work according to his plans. Can't have a baby in four weeks.

“Four weeks won't make up for the nearly three years I lost, but it’s a good start.”

I didn’t move. He couldn’t be serious. What was the idea? We’d play house for a while, and all would be better? We couldn’t fix this. We’d only make it worse and possibly burn down the town while we’re at it.

One look at him told me he was deadly serious, leaving me with no doubt that he wasn't leaving here without me.

I gritted my teeth. It didn't matter that there was enough blame to go around. If one of us was going to burn, it would be me.

But jokes on him. I would making no apologies.

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Note: So I know this probably isn't what was expected. I tried to mess with Will's motivation a bit to make it less about what Emory did and more about what he was "owed" [Insert Eye Roll], but also keep it true to their reuniting.

There was originally a fourth part that was much lighter and more cute but still featured a jealous Will, set after the four weeks when they'd finally gotten together, but it was giving more even more difficulty. I figured I'd rather get this up and work on that when I'm up for it than keep holding off. Who knows if that part will ever get done.

As always, I appreciate all those who took the time to read, and am looking forward to any thoughts and opinions you feel like sharing. If you noticed any mistakes or typos, feel free to mention.

Thank you!

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Hayley Atwell x Reader

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3

(Lord have mercy. The GIF is killing me.)

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Warning: Smut, Dom!Hayley, Sub!Reader, degrading, humiliation kink, fingering (r receives), oral (r receives), soft sex, secret relationship.

Pet names such as darling, kitten, and princess.

Y/n's Second POV

Good lord, today's filming almost killed you. Jumping around, and even drifted the car 120 miles per hour for the stupid scene on the mountain.

"Bloody hell. Now where the fuck is water. Water water water." You chanted as you walk around the area.

"Where the hell is the cooler? I need some water." You look at your watch, and the time is 7:45 PM. No wonder the sky is getting dark.

"Y/n? Where are you?" You hear one of the crew's voices, Jason, calling for you. When you turn around, seeing him running towards you with the things that you left with him this morning.

"Atwell. Where is she?" You ask him while folding the sleeves of your shirt up to your elbows.

"She's waiting outside of your trailer." Oh great. Hayley is waiting outside your trailer now.

"Thanks, Jay." You grab your things and look back at Jason,

"Jay! I'm free until when?!"

"Tomorrow morning. 10 is your next scene! Don't be late!"

"Alright, boss!" You walk straight to your trailer, seeing Hayley still in her working attire, messy looking but she's holding her bag with her and keys dangling in her hand when she sees you walking towards her, she immediately puts a professional mask on, making you laugh in your head. She's trying so hard not to show anyone that... never mind.

"Now now. At last, you're here. Where were you?" She asks you and you just ignore her question, unlocked the door to the trailer and went in, and of course, she followed behind you not long after that.

"Ignoring me now, huh? Seriously? Y/n! I'm talking to-" Your hand pushes her against the door, slamming the door immediately, hoping no one's around as you press your lips on top of hers, shutting her up in a second before pulling back and locking the door, closing the curtain and you continue what you were going to do, take a shower.

Wow, that really stones her down and she's like a statue, standing at the door but her eyes are eyeing me as you pull the clothes off your body, and as you take your bra off, her face went red like a turnip, and she just looks down, taking her eyes away from your body.

"Hayley Elizabeth Atwell, since when do you get so shy when I'm taking my clothes off? You've seen more than that, Hayhay." You smile as you pick your towel up from the hanger you have hung on the hanging post not far from you, setting the lights pretty dimmed before getting into the bathroom and you yell,

"This bathroom can fit another person!" And you hear ruffling sounds, and you smile like an idiot, knowing she's stripping down before little thuds approaching the bathroom and when you open the door for her, she's standing outside of the door, naked while she covers her body.

"Oh, you silly-" You quickly pull her into the bathroom when she giggles playfully, hugging your body once the water from the showerhead hits her body. Your hand just closes the door and the steam starts stirring up, fogging the glass door. You turn back to Hayley who has her hands hugging your waist close to her, and she kisses your collarbone, leaving faint marks on the area.

"Look at you now Hayhay. All mean to me in public, but all close hmm right now?" She hums as you connect your lips together, slipping with little laughs from the both of you, touching each other like kids, and a gasp escapes you from having her hand on your breasts, tenderly fondling them in her hands just when a shaky breath falls off your lips. She lowers her head, peppering kisses down your neck, towards your chest before feeling her tongue flicking on your right nipple, making your head slightly bangs against the wall when you tilt your head to the back, feeling the pressure she's building up inside you.

"H-Hayley darling..." Your hand grips the back of her head before she switches, going to the left and her hand creeps down to your thighs, pushing them apart before resting her hand on your inner thigh. Then she lowers herself down, continue kissing down your stomach and she places one of your legs on her shoulder, kissing the inside of your thighs and you slide a bit down the wall as you feel her licking slowly along your slit, circling your clit and soft moans starts getting louder from you.

"God, fuck."

"Hmm... God and fuck in the same sentence? Such an unholy girl." You don't even know how you could end up with her like this. She's 40 and you're barely 20. Working together a few years back in a Marvel movie, yet here you are again with her, hooking up with her secretly these past months and you never knew how possessive she could be. And she is. Super possessive and protective over you. Devouring you like a hungry beast in most mornings, waking you up with you close to the urge to come so hard.

"Dumb little kitten. That's what you are right, darling? Mommy's dumb, slutty little kitten hmm?" She slowly pushes one finger inside you, still flicking your clit as you grip her hair harder, feeling the hot water streaming on top the both of you before she adds another finger, pumping them in and out of you in a rhythmic pace, letting you calm down instead of pushing you straight to the edge.

"Please, H-Hayley. Make me come please." She hums against your core, making you whine in pleasure as she follows your order, picking up her pace and keeps hitting on your sweet spot without hurting you. She's just so soft and gentle on your body as if you're made of glass. Your hand clench harder on her head as you feel your orgasm builds up really fast, making you keep chanting her name on your lips like a prayer, begging her to let you come.

"Yes, doll. You can let it out for me my darling. No one's stopping you, my gorgeous girl." She holds your thigh firmer as you ride your high, keeping the pace of her fingers on and on until you whimper from the overstimulation, "Too much Mommy," You choke out between whimpers, and she pulls her fingers out, and you feel her licking up your mess before placing a small kiss on your clit and kissing up your body, catching you before you fall to the floor of the bathroom.

"Shh... You've done so good, princess. Always a good girl aren't you?" She cleans you up, gave you a shower before getting you to bed, and slips you into a simple t-shirt and plain bottoms before she puts on something on her, and she looks at you who's lying on the bed.

"Wanna go takeaway and hang out somewhere tonight?" You hum and she chuckles as she sees you almost closing your eyes.

"Or you wanna stay at the hotel tonight? We can get korean food tonight on the way." You nod and she take your bag before picking you up and turning all the lights off, carrying you out of the trailer and locking the door, making your way to her car to get both of you hungry tummy filled up and a good rest.

#hayley atwell smut #smut #hayley atwell x reader #hayley atwell imagines #peggy carter smuts #peggy carter #smuts #mommy kink

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Pen Pals - Spencer Reid x Reader

Part 2

Part 3

Ongoing!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, normal stuff

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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” - Confucius

“Alright, that should be the last of the paperwork. I’ll get this processed by my superior and then you’ll get to fly out to Stafford and move in.” The man in front of you spoke. His hair was slicked back and his eyes were kind. Making it easier to go through with the simple betrayal you had settled upon. You were moving out. Out of state and away from the farm. And you were taking at least half a year off before going to med school. If you even went at all.

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Yarborough,” You spoke as professionally as you could manage, despite your legs shaking with anxiety. You hadn’t gone out to do something like this on your own since you’d had to apply for college through a computer at the library. Your parents were somewhat anti-tech in your house. The phones were one thing. But to have a computer in the house? Anything beyond basic cable? The devil.

“Of course. Since you’ll be applying to school again within the next year, your monthly rent will be lessened along with your agreement for one to two roomates.” Mr. Yarborough restated, reminding you of the agreement you’d just made. You hardly had any friends, being the loser that you’d been in both highschool and college. So, maybe some forced interaction would bring about something good.

“Thank you again for coming out here. I wish I had reliable internet access but unfortunately, I don’t.” You thank Mr. Yarborough, reaching out and offering him your hand to shake. The man smiled, stood up, and took your hand and shook it firmly.

“Why of course. As your agent I have contacts all across the country for real estate opportunities. Even out in Stafford Virginia.” Yarborough laughed, letting your hand go after a brief moment. “Though I assume that this will be our last meeting, since you’ll be moving in within the next two weeks or so. I wish you luck.”

You smiled warmly, awkwardly fixing your slid blouse sleeve back onto your shoulder as you tried to make it through this seemingly simple interaction. It was uncomfortable, the blouse was too. All the clothes your mother often picked out for you were overly feminine and were supposed to be ‘modest’.

Nevertheless, you let your hand return to your side and fixed the bit of your hair that had fallen into your face. You say your goodbyes as quickly as you could, heading back out to your borrowed car. You put your key into the slot and turn the car on. The engine roars to life, starting the familiar shaking the car always managed to do despite your father’s best attempts to fix it. It was semi calming, allowing you to finally take a deep breath.

You carefully backed out of the line of stores and rumbled onto the road. There was no point in starting the air conditioner or the radio, as neither worked. So you were stuck in the old car, waiting for the light to change. Stuck alone with your thoughts.

Part of you felt absolutely terrible for plotting your move behind your parents’ backs. But the other part of you knew it was necessary. If you didn’t leave the house, let alone the state, you would never have a life of your own. Your parents would control it until they died. Which meant whomever you married had to be a man who was good with his hands. They wouldn’t except anyone else. Gender or otherwise, despite your constant pleadings.

You’d barely even managed to get out of your chores this morning. Your father had been hellbent on you helping with yet another day of harvest, but you’d managed to convince them you were meeting with a guidance counselor for a medical school nearby. That was enough to keep them off your back and allow you to take the family car. Well, the only other car besides your father’s pick up. But that thing was untouchable.

At least you had the good news of your departure to Virginia in a couple of weeks. Soon, you’d be out of the nest and on your own. Finally. With enough allowance and odd-end job money saved up, you were sure you could afford a used car that was big enough to hold all your boxes in one trip. Which wouldn’t be hard since most of what you were taking was going to be books and clothes.

The reality hadn’t set in yet, but you knew it was coming. With your down-payment set in stone for Cresent Pointe Apartments, along with your appointment with a nearby used car dealership within the next week, you’d have a completely different life within the next month.

As the cars in front of you began to move, you took a deep breath, letting your mind wander to other areas of your life. You tried to think of anything you might miss. Anything you might long for once you’d left for good. But the daunting realization hit you with almost a feed-bag’s weight of force: There was nothing you were going to miss here. Nothing. You had no friends. You had no job that was going to miss you. No connections that meant much of anything. Just a college doctorate that you’d be taking with you regardless. It hit you even harder when you realized you weren’t going to miss your parents. You wanted to. But the thought of leaving them didn’t fill you with remorse or brief feelings of doubt for having to go so far. It filled you with dread that they’d find out you’d moved farther than you’d told them and they’d demand that you come home.

You blinked for a moment, mindlessly watching the road and soon turning to drive down the gravel road that would lead you back to your parent’s house within a mile or so. It was noon, meaning the mail would be showing up soon. You’d been trying your hardest to withhold your excitement for the past few days when the mail would arrive. Any hint that you had someone you were talking to that your parents hadn’t met, and you would be instantly grounded and told never to contact him again. They’d probably make you send a goodbye letter too.

But never the less, each day brought the exciting prospect that you could have a new letter to add to your other one. You wondered what he’d say. If he’d answered your questions about what to do. Where he worked. Even if he hadn’t, it was all very exciting.

It was with this excitement that you found yourself driving just a bit faster than you should be, quickly correcting yourself as you turned into your parent’s driveway and parked in the garage. You should’ve checked the mailbox when you’d been at the bottom of the hill, but you had a feeling your mother had the mail. Which slightly made you nervous. But maybe Spencer’s doctor title would ease their concerns. They could assume he was a doctor that worked with the med school you were supposed to be applying to.

You quickly turned the rumbling car off and exited it, heading inside through the garage door. You took your shoes off and placed them beside the door, craning your neck to look for any sign of your mother or the mail. Unluckily for you, you found your mother standing at the dining room table with the mail on said table.

“(Y/N), darling, you’ve got a letter.” Your mother’s voice called, seeming to already know it was you who had just arrived back. So you had gotten a letter, but your mother had it. Shit.

“I did? Oh, well thank you.” You said, hoping your excitement wasn’t bleeding into your voice as you approached her. “Can I have it?” You ask, growing worried when your mother didn’t immediately hand it over.

“It’s from some doctor. His name is Spencer Reid. Have you heard of him?” Your mother asked. “It might be spam mail. I want to be certain before I give it to you, dear.”

You cursed mentally. You knew this would happen. Your little story of Spencer being a teacher or doctor working with some university would have to work.

“Yes I have. H-he’s actually an admissions counselor. He works for OSU.” You say, lying through your teeth. Your mother’s brow furrows, not completely buying your story.

“How is he a counselor for OSU? His address is from Virginia.” Your mother asks, growing wary and suspicious. You had to fix this now. Or otherwise your letter would end up in the trash. And you’d end up grounded for lying.

“W-well, you can be an admissions counselor even if you don’t live in a state where that university resides. All he has to do is send letters and emails. P-promise.” You insist, praying that she’d take the false story and leave it alone.

Your mother looked back at the letter and sighed, shaking her head. “Technology these days. At least this man has the decency to still write hand-written letters.” Your mother scoffed, handing the envelope to you. “If it’s an acceptance letter, let your father and I know.” She then disappeared into the living room with the rest of the mail, leaving you to let out a sigh of relief.

That was way too close.

You stifled a giggle of excitement before you began to head up the stairs to your room. You headed into your room with the letter pressed to your chest, finally letting out a soft giggle as you closed your bedroom door. You rushed to your desk, taking a frenzied seat. You grabbed your letter opener, quickly ripping the envelope open and pulling out the letter that laid inside.

You took a deep breath, wanting to ensure you didn't rip the paper. Gently, you unfolded it and began to read with a smile cemented onto your face.

Hello again. It is a pleasure to hear from you. 26/09/2010

I was worried that my vast education had scared you away. Not many people find geniuses easy to talk to.

To answer your question, I am 28. I will be 29 this coming October. I suppose that should be enough proof that I am indeed not a ten year old. I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries, but may I know when your birthday is?

I am also very happy to have received your letters, however annoying it was at first. My mother signed me up for the penpal program when I was young. Somehow my name wasn’t given to anyone until you. In complete honesty, I’m glad it was you.

It is exciting to receive your first doctorate. Mine was Mathematics, an exciting course in my opinion. However, the more I received, the excitement dwindled. But I suppose that’s what happens when you go through something enough times. It becomes second nature. But don’t let that discourage you from taking another round of classes. It is important to keep learning, even if that information doesn’t come from hour long lectures.

I have an impeccable taste for any old literature from at least before the 20th century. The least technologically advanced, the better. No one seems to understand that, not even my friends. But at least I have my books to keep me company. I’m both surprised and happy to know we both share a love for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. It’s hard to find anyone who loves him beyond his obvious works on Sherlock Holmes, however amazing they may be.

I work for the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, or BAU for short. I’m what we call a profiler. We take studied cases of people and behavior clusters to catch serial killers. That, would be how I could figure out how many of Doyle’s books you’ve read, not my memory.

My PhD’s are Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering. Furthermore, my BA’s are in Psychology, Sociology, and most recently, Philosophy. Scared of me yet?

I can’t tell you whether or not to go to med school. It’s a good opportunity, but you shouldn’t do something you don’t want to do. Studies show that choosing a career path that is unfufilling can lead to cases of depression and mental illness later in life. Often causing what people tend to call a ‘Mid-life Crisis’.

My advice is to do what you enjoy. If med school isn’t for you, find another topic or major that interests you. I hear that Chemistry is an easier course than medical school. I do believe you’d be in lab more than you would be if you enrolled in med school. Chemistry, in my opinion, was one of my easier doctorates. So I can most definitely help you, should you go that far.

I can’t give much advice on whether or not to move out of your parents residence. I moved out at 18, although unwillingly. Moving out, early or otherwise, is shown to promote independence, ensure privacy if you choose to live alone, As well as ensure you can talk to and be who you want. You may miss your parents, but it is your life. You should get a say in how it goes.

I wrote a little too much for this one page, so I will have to close for now. I hope to hear from you soon. Don’t take too long to write, I’m eager to find out your decision on your next adventure. :)

Regards,

Spencer Reid

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Since you’ve read his most popular works, Here’s some of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s lesser known works I think you would enjoy.

-The Tragedy of the Korosko

-The Maracot Deep

-Tales of Unease

-The Poison Belt

You giggle with an even bigger burst of excitement. He had written on both sides of the paper! He really got into his advice. It made you wonder if he felt deprived of that ability elsewhere in his life.

But an FBI profiler? Who would’ve thought! No wonder he could guess how you’d snuck a bit of research when you’d visited the library a few days ago. What? You were curious. You thought that he had been the doctor that had been the first name to pop up upon Googling his name and title based on his vocabulary. How lucky were you that you’d gotten a fricking genius as a penpal?!

You smiled at the list of books that Spencer had penned at the very end of his letter. Somehow, he’d managed to pick out the ones you hadn’t read as of yet. Though something told you that was his profiling at work.

His words seemed to resonate with you, reminding you that this life was yours. That no one could dictate what you do. (Other than the law, but some people disregarded that. You guess that’s where Spencer steps in.)

You didn’t have to listen to your parents. Whether they liked it or not you were going to move out. You were 23! Almost 24. It was time you left and started your life. They can’t hold you back anymore. You were no longer a child. The moment you stopped living under their roof was the moment your life would begin. The only reason you’d studied Biology for so long was because you wanted to prolong your time before your parents would expect you to enroll in med school. If that wasn’t any indication that you didn’t want this, then what was?

“(Y/N)? Honey? You’ve been up there a long time. Is it an acceptance letter?”

You jumped at your mother’s sudden voice, taking a slow breath. Maybe it was time you told them. Better to come clean now, than to drop the bomb on them later. You didn’t know what you were going to go back to school for, but it was definitely not going to be med school.

—-----

The jet’s engine had a slow hum that was easy to ignore, but calming to focus on. Spencer leaned his head back against the familiar seat, a book on the table in front of him now long forgotten. The genius had closed his eyes just a moment before, sleep heavy in his eyes. Within the last weeks, the team had been on two back to back cases. One in Atlanta Georgia, and then one in ‘their own backyard’, or Bristol Virginia. The only reason they were even flying back to Quantico was because it would be a five hour drive if they didn’t. A drive Spencer was glad they didn’t take. He hated driving.

The jet’s engine, something Reid had never tried to listen to before, he suddenly found himself analyzing what the different sounds might mean. Whether sounds meant differing movement, or turbulence. Despite his ability to read as quickly as he did, his eyes were tired and the letters had begun to swirl on the page. That had been enough to make him put the book down. No need to get vertigo from a book page, however good the book might've been.

“So, you ever gonna tell us why you’ve been rushing to get home after every case? You got a special friend?” Derek’s voice started up, pulling an subconscious groan from Spencer’s lips. He lifted his head, suddenly realizing with the way the light began to strain at his eyes that he was having one of his headaches. The headache was probably why he couldn’t read without the words doing cartwheels on the pages.

“I don’t have to inform you on every new person in my life, Morgan. I don’t recall you telling me every time you went home with a girl.” Spencer points out with a bit of an edge to his voice. Reid grumbled under his breath as he tried to convince himself to be present, rubbing his eyes free from the sleep that had tried to creep up on him. He grimaced as the throbbing in his head grew sharper, sending a heavy wave of dizziness washing over him. He hung his head lower, hoping to chase away any indications that something was wrong.

“Oh don’t do that, man. I just wanna know if our resident genius has a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I won’t judge.” Derek spoke again. Spencer held back a groan, although glad to know he had support should he ever find a boyfriend rather than a girlfriend.

If he didn’t look up at Morgan in the next few seconds he’d ask what’s wrong. Then he’d have to formulate a lie to get him to back off. And currently, Spencer did not have the mental capacity to do so after how draining his headaches were.

Slowly, he lifted his head and forced himself to open his eyes, although he immediately squinted upon the introduction of the jet's bright light. “For your information, I don’t. I’m allowed to hang out with friends and it not be a date.” Spencer grumbles, squinting at Morgan. Why must they keep the jet so brightly lit? Especially at night? Couldn't they just dim the lights a little bit?

Morgan’s playful smile slightly fell at Spencer’s squinting, blinking in concern. “Well, I feel a little hurt you didn’t invite me to this 'hang out' of yours. I mean, I invited you out but you turned me down, kid. Brushing me off for somebody else? Kinda makes me think you got a partner.” Derek says, adjusting his seat closest to the window so that he could lay back a bit. He took his headphones in his hands, getting ready to place them around his neck.

“I don’t–” Spencer hissed, biting back the rest of his reply, as he realized the rest of the team had caught wind of their conversation. Seems like whenever it concerned him and his personal life, it was everybody’s business. He sighed, rolling his eyes. He leaned closer to Derek and lowered his voice. “I don’t have a partner, Derek. I didn’t invite you because there wasn’t a hang out to begin with. Some people still write, you know.” Spencer hissed, adding an edge to his voice to give some sort of hint that he was not a fan of this investigation into his personal life.

Derek raised an eyebrow, pausing in his attempt to put his headphones back around his neck. “Write? Like, letters?” He asked curiously. Spencer widened his eyes and closed them with the sudden realization of what he’d just admitted.

"Shit…" Spencer whispered under his breath. Derek’s smile returned brighter than ever, knowing and cheeky, Spencer put his face in his hands, groaning at both the pain and the annoyance that he’d just let his secret out in front of the team.

“Who’s writing letters?” Hotch suddenly asked, turning to look at them from his seat across from them.

“Apparently this ‘friend’ of Reid’s. They communicate through snail mail. That’s like, perfect for you, isn’t it pretty boy?” Morgan answered and teased. Reid let out another soft groan.

“Come on Morgan! I’m allowed to like simple things! It’s refreshing to actually write letters to someone other than my mom.” Reid insisted in a slightly higher pitched tone, his eyes wide as he quickly grew tired of Morgan’s meddling.

“Yeah, but it’s cute, man. So who are they? If they ain’t your partner?” Morgan asked, his teasing only slight. Spencer rolled his eyes, glancing to the other side of the jet to see if he had any back-up. To his dismay, he instead had two interested parties staring back at him in hopes he would figuratively ‘Spill the Beans’. They even had Garcia on the monitor, eyes filled with intrigue.

Spencer looked out the window for a moment and sighed. There was no getting them to let it go. Especially Garcia. “Okay well,” He started, causing everyone to lean closer. “I didn’t plan on it, but apparently my mom signed me up for this… penpal program thing when I was younger. They didn’t give my name out until a few weeks ago. Apparently switching to digital mixed up a few things. They gave it to a woman named (Y/N) (L/N). She contacted me, and I replied. We’ve been exchanging letters since.” Spencer explained, looking between the team for their reactions.

“That… has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Emily spoke, looking from Reid to Rossi.

“You don’t get experiences like that every day. Did you thank your mom?” Rossi asked, his arms resting on his knees as he tries to face the rest of the team.

“Yeah I did.” Spencer replied.

“What’s she like? Is she just as nerdy as you?” Garcia asked, smiling. Suddenly, she gasps and her smile grows even bigger. “Did you want me to look her up for you? I’ll uncover everything! Right down to her favorite color-”

A brief wave of panic runs through him. “No!” He exclaimed suddenly. The team looks at him bewildered, causing a pit of anxiety to slowly form in his stomach.

“I-I want to find out more through her letters, Garcia. Not by an internet search.” He paused, taking a deep breath, finding himself smiling. “I don’t know her favorite color yet. Maybe that’s what I should ask next.”

Morgan smiled. “Atta boy. Takin’ it slow.” Spencer smiled back, relieved Morgan didn’t say more. Although he was slightly miffed that Morgan insinuated that they were actually long distance lovers.

“Alright, Junior G Man. Just know she’s just a click away.” Garcia reminds, her face lit up with a mischievous wonder. Reid turned his face away, finding himself unable to hide his smile.

“Does that mean you’re not gonna tell us about her?” Rossi spoke, looking back at the genius. Reid looked back towards the team with a smirk forming on his face that he tried to fight. He waits a long moment, making a face of consideration.

“Well? Come on kid, don’t leave us hanging.” Morgan spoke up. Reid further held back a knowing smile as he finally opened his mouth to reply.

“Sure, I'll tell you everything–" Spencer teased, rolling his eyes playfully. "No! Did you really think I was going to share her information with you when you just offered to snoop into her life for me? Heck no!” Spencer laughed again. “I’m allowed some secrets of my own, you guys.” Reid teased, causing the rest of the team to collectively groan in disappointment.

Hotch smiled softly for a moment, laughing. “I think it’s safe to say he’s not going to tell us any time soon.”

"Though there is room to hope you'll tell us one day, right Reid?" Emily asked.

Spencer chuckled. "One day, key word."

Spencer’s laugh slowly dies, his eyes still creased with joy as the team turns back to their activities. His smile remained on his face, glad to have finally gotten some payback for the years of playful teasing.

As Reid felt his laughter settle, he found that the thought of (Y/N) still left him with a fondness that he couldn’t quite explain. It couldn’t be what Morgan was insinuating.

Sure, Reid had partners before. Mostly girlfriends, but either way they didn’t last long. The relationships often ended on the other end, and often due to elements of his life. His job, education, PhDs, etc. Some of it was too daunting. Some of it was too time consuming. So he had closed off the idea of a partner, man or woman. If the opportunity arose, then he’d consider it. He found himself comfortable in his single life.

But this feeling… This feeling was different.

Reid decided to look back to his book, surprising himself when he didn’t feel his headache anymore. Scratch that, he did feel it, but not as strongly as before.

Guess that’s why distraction can be seen as a treatment, Spencer thought to himself. But it still doesn’t treat the base problem.

Reid let himself take a deep breath, feeling his chest rise and fall. They would be landing soon. Probably within the next hour or so. Maybe when he returned, he’d have a letter waiting for him in his mailbox. At least, he hoped so.

A jolt of excitement hit his chest. Only, it felt like it was something more. Then he suddenly felt a pang of panic follow suit.

No. He didn’t feel any sort of attraction to (Y/N). He just saw her as a friend. Besides, it wasn’t like he’d ever see her in person. The odds of that happening with (Y/N) living in Ohio, and him in Virginia, were slim.

Better to douse the embers now, before it erupts into an all-consuming fire that he can no longer control. Feelings were a territory unknown to Spencer. And they terrified him.

—-----

Once again, Reid found himself groggily walking up his stairs rather than taking the elevator. However tired he was, he’d always take the stairs if he could help it. Not that he was afraid of elevators… He just preferred to avoid them after his and Morgan’s instance with the malfunctioning elevator.

Nevertheless, Reid managed to arrive at his door with exhaustion as his only company. He had his mail gripped in his hand in a tight hold while he carried his messenger bag on his shoulder. He carried his go-bag in his other hand, setting it down momentarily to unlock the door. He hadn’t even stopped to check the stack for the familiar envelope.

Once the door was open, Reid picked his bag up off the floor and carried it inside. He began his nightly routine with locking the door behind him, and setting his mail on the table. Then, with unrelenting curiosity, he searched his stack of mail for the familiar gentle penmanship.

His heart jumped only slightly when he found the envelope tucked between an ad and a piece of junk mail.

Quickly, Reid picked the envelope up and turned it over. He pulled the seal out of the envelope with a smile, followed by the blue stationary. He laid the envelope on his dining table and sat back in his chair, unfolding the baby blue paper.

Greetings, Dr. Reid! 10/04/2010

No need to worry. No amount of education you have will scare away the likes of me. In fact, I prefer talking to people of higher IQ. Makes me feel understood.

Ooh! Three PhDs and three BAs and you’re still in your twenties? That’s amazing! You have to be a genius to manage that. I graduated on time like a boring person. But hey, who can say they finished their doctorate program in 3 years other than you? I’m sure it’s not that many people.

By the way, you don’t just ask a lady for her birthday. That’s like, rule number 2. Number one is to never ask a girl her age. They kind of go hand in hand.

That’s kinda cute that your mom signed you up. Maybe I can send you a thank you card along with my next reply so I can thank her. I just joined because I guess I needed a friend. Not that the college advice isn’t EXTREMELY helpful. I’m glad I got you too. I guess this means we’re friends now? Or are we stuck to ‘pals’?

I am so glad you agree on old literature. Anything after the 20th century is biased, although you can still find some rare gems. Like Sherlock Holmes and Edgar Allen Poe. But I guess you already knew that. You already profiled what I’ve already read of Doyle, so I wouldn’t put it past you to be able to guess what kind of literature is my favorite.

So you’re an FBI agent, huh? Tell me, do you guys really have a branch that watches search engines all day long for suspicious activity? That job sounds boring. I bet yours is way more exciting. Catching criminals based on science and behavior? Dream come true. Though I do wonder what you’d do if you weren’t FBI. I bet you get that question all the time.

I thought about what you said, and you should be proud. I took your advice and I’m deciding to go for a Chemistry doctorate this time. This way I can catch up to you one day. But I don’t know what I’d get if I went for a third round.

My parents aren’t… happy that I’m moving out. I expected that. They had complete polar opposite reactions too. My mother cried and begged me to stay while my father got mad and demanded that I change my mind. Like I’m going to just call up my realtor, who’s already in the process of getting my new apartment figured out, and say ‘Oops, nevermind.’

But you’re right. I need to do what I want to do. It’s my life.

One last question before I close this out, extremely important:

What is, your favorite ice cream flavor? Mine’s (F/I/C/F).

Hope to hear from you soon!

(Y/N) (L/N)

Spencer closes the blue paper, and discovers that his cheeks have begun to hurt from smiling for so long. He rubs one of them mindlessly, staring back down at the blue stationary he’d just closed. Maybe this is what it’s like having someone you can openly obsess over your favorite things with. Yeah. That’s probably what it is. It’s not like Spencer knew (Y/N) all that well yet. They’d only sent 5 letters in total. 2 being his own. He can’t fall in love with someone he’ll never meet. It was just destined for heartbreak.

This wasn’t going to be a problem. Spencer was sure he wasn’t crushing. It’s just admiration.

Spencer swallowed a gulp in his throat, standing up and stretching his worn out limbs. He glanced to his sink, sighing as he remembered that yes, he may have a day off, but that also meant dishes needed to be done. As well as laundry.

“Sometimes I wish I could blind myself to my own stupidity.” He grumbled to himself, resigning to leave the chores for tomorrow. For right now, he needed sleep. And lots of it.

What would he be doing if he wasn’t at the BAU? The question had been so innocent when asked, but it made Reid think. He knew he wanted to stay in the bureau. There was almost no doubt in his mind that this was where he belonged. But he’d never stopped to ponder what he’d be doing if he’d gone a different direction. If the FBI hadn’t been an option. He’d thought about it, but never in complete seriousness. The only time he’d actually considered something else had been when Gideon had left. Now? He wasn’t so sure.

Reid remained occupied in his mind as he continued his routine with brushing his teeth and changing for bed, thinking over the questions he’d been asked. It had been a long time since someone had asked him questions like that. Even silly ones, like the last one (Y/N) had cutely squeezed in between a serious topic and her closing. Maybe those were the kinds of questions he should be asking. To get to know her better.

Spencer sat down on his bed, picking up the blue paper he had laid gently on his nightstand. He laid back in his bed, resting his head on his pillow, and read it again. This time, he found himself staring at the poem left at the bottom. He smiled warmly, finally realizing the connection between his penpal’s emotions and the poems she picks. He folds up the letter once more, and places it back on top of his nightstand for him to read again in the morning in order to reply. For now, he read over the poem again in his mind. The poem sent to him by his newest friend.

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die,

Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, For when dreams go,

Life is a barren field, Frozen with snow.

– Langston Hughes

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♡ + Kubide/Samson please :3

Who is the most affectionate?

In public, they look very professional. In private, Kubide is all over him. Her #1 love language is physical touch. And Samson isn't objecting at all.

Who initiates the handholding?

With the above in mind, Samson definitely initiates. Kubide sometimes needs a little nudge to remember to take off her public face. Holding her hand is a guaranteed way to do that.

Who worries more for the other?

Samson genuinely loses sleep over Kubide. She's in such a precarious position, as Inquisitor, always worried about the stability of her country. She's always stressed to her limits. She's way, way too risky in her behavior relating to dragons. She keeps dreaming about Fen'Harel! Samson is very, very aware that Kubide is at pretty much constant risk of serious problems and it worries him a lot.

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Neither of them if given the choice. They're both extremely headstrong. But Samson hasn't got a lot to lose in terms of maintaining a public face, while Kubide has a reputation as a dragon demigod to uphold. He'll ask for help long, long before she ever will.

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Kubide. Organization not her strong suit. Samson's got military muscle memory, he doesn't lose essentials like that.

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Neither.

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Both. Between them, they have so many sleeping issues (long-term effects of magical substances, trauma, chronic pain, you name it they've got it) that it's a lot easier to not be alone at night.

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Wouldn't we all like to know.

Who introduced the other to their family first?

Kubide introduced Samson!! Her parents were still somehow expecting someone closer to Kubide's height, not someone a foot and a half shorter, so that's amusing. But they like him.

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Given that Samson's not allowed to mess up the curls, as much as he'd like to play with her hair that's not happening. So Kubide plays with his.

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

It's mutual. Self-care is no one's strong suit here.

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

answered here :3

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Samson for Kubide! He's just generally got more time for stuff like that. And, thanks to traveling more than she does in his position, he regularly surprises her by showing up where she is when least expected.

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Kubide does. That he won't go near the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux without her there to protect him, that he won't talk to Seekers without someone present to make sure they don't hurt him, that he not get into too many arguments with Florianne...Samson listens to everything but the last one.

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

They've both done it for each other.

#patron saints of blissful imperfection

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7 Things To Consider When Choosing A Barbershop

Choosing the professional barbers shop can be difficult. There are countless options, and all of them promise to do an amazing job with your hair. To make sure you get the results you want, it’s important to know what you’re looking for when it comes to your barbershop experience. So whether you’re looking for cleanliness or customer service this article will discuss a few things to consider when choosing your barbershop, so you can be sure to choose one that fits you perfectly! 1. Location is key Haircut aesthetics aside, where your barbershop is located is important. If you’re looking for convenience, make sure your barbershop is located near where you work or live and has ample parking for clients. You may also consider one that is located near places you frequently visit to save yourself time. If there are multiple shops within close proximity to each other, be wary of price-gouging. Some shops will charge exorbitant prices just because they know you have little recourse if their prices are too high relative to others—and also because they know desperate people are willing to pay anything. Shop around until you find one whose rates are reasonable given their location and customer base. 2. Barber's Personality and Skills Try to choose a barber with a good personality and has the skills for the services being offered. Choose a barber with a personality that makes you feel comfortable. You don't want your barber to make you nervous, uncomfortable or unsure about what he is doing. Instead, make sure you like his/her personality and his/her attitude towards what he does. After all you are paying money, at least enjoy the experience Barbering is an art form, one that you don’t want to leave in an amateur’s hands. Since barbering requires a lot of skill, it’s important to find a barber who can provide you with clean cuts and good conversation. Ask friends for recommendations, check out photos of their work online, and browse reviews before making an appointment. These days, barbershops often offer various services such as facials or massages - just make sure they're highly skilled in all areas! Also make sure they use quality products: Not all hair products are created equal. In fact, many drugstore brands aren’t even close. So if your barber shop has been around for any length of time at all, chances are they use high-quality products from. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll be paying more than 30 pounds, but it does give you some idea about how professional their approach is. 3. Get recommendations from friends It’s hard to beat word-of-mouth when it comes to finding a barber you can trust. Ask your friends who they go to and why. Your peers may be able to tell you about an amazing new shop that just opened in town, or help steer you away from one where employees aren’t properly trained. People want people who are good at what they do, so use that fact in your favour when looking for a barber. You won’t regret it! Barbers tend to have different specialities, depending on their education level. For example, some specialise in cutting hair while others specialise in beard trimming only. Others focus on other aspects of men's grooming like face shaves, headshave or straight razor shaves. You should consider what kind of barbering experience you're looking for before choosing one because there are many options out there. 4. Barber Shop Atmosphere If you’re paying for a haircut, you should be able to enjoy yourself. If your barber shop is dirty and unkempt, you probably won’t want to go back. You may also consider whether or not it has any modern amenities such as Wi-Fi or an iPhone docking station. By looking at these little details, you’ll get a better sense of how well-run a shop is and how professional its owner is. In short: no clutter = good. 5. What else do they offer One of the most important things to think about when choosing a barbershop is whether or not they offer more than just haircuts. Most shops, for example, also offer beard trims and shaves; others might provide shoe shines or manicures. Also, consider asking a few questions before making an appointment: do you offer women’s haircuts? Is tip included? What days do you take walk-ins? For answers to all these questions and more, call ahead. If possible, schedule a consultation before going in to make sure that their style fits yours. 6. Do they have an active presence in the community Hair stylists and barbers often volunteer their time to a variety of causes throughout their community. Look for a shop with an active presence in your city. While you might not have been aware of what goes on at your local shop, these smaller contributions can mean a lot when they come from someone you’re supporting regularly. Some shops go above and beyond, think about finding a place that engages in regular outreach to help strengthen its reputation in your neighbourhood. By giving back frequently, any barber shop will become even more dedicated to serving their customers well. The more connected a business is to others, especially those around them, it makes sense that people would want to do business there too. You also get a better idea of how friendly and caring the staff is—important qualities for keeping customers coming back! 7. Reviews and stars on Google and Yelp If you’re not sure what barber you want, or if you’re shopping around for one in your area, look for shops with ratings. A shop with an overall rating of five stars is likely one that’s popular and/or well-reviewed among other customers. However, online reviews can sometimes be misleading (I know—because I write them), so make sure you read carefully and take any comment left by a customer with a grain of salt. Also one bad experience may not reflect how an entire barbershop operates. Consider asking around about barbershops in your area - especially ones that aren't chains! Your family, friends or co-workers may have already had an amazing experience with another place nearby - ask them where they go! This will likely give you even more insight.

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HIRE MATEBIZ TO DIGITIZE YOUR BUSINESS FOR A BRIGHT FUTURE

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If you're running a physical store, then you already understand how hard it gets to grow online. Even though most online shops enjoy phenomenal success—especially if you have an amazing eCommerce platform—if no one visits them and buys anything, it means they'll leave without buying anything in return. There are different reasons why people don't make large purchases when they have a choice. and I am talking about online shopping. Instead of trying to figure out what they're missing elsewhere, they'd rather buy something tangible and make it themselves. This is quite understandable, especially if you sell an item that's handmade by someone else. especially if the person making the items is famous. But there are times when you need to come up with something exceptional and rare. That's the sort of appeal that comes in handy when selling handmade products that could possibly be only found in certain parts of the world. Luckily, there are companies that want to help people do it. And so does Mindful!

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# 1: Make something unique and rare!

The beauty of being unique is that we can create something new. What's great about being special is the amount of profit we can grow by simply copying others' ideas. People love uniqueness, and that is exactly what works for me when dealing with my designs. Why? Well, with each design variation of mine, I always try to think about what kind of clientele should look for the product and how they would react to it. With the same mindset, I would want to experiment, try different design variants, and see what resonates with their clients the most. And guess what—it always works wonders! Being creative has opened the door for doing lots of things. Nowadays, almost everyone is creating something or implementing a feature that they never had the courage to put into practice. Such platforms as Medium are allowing artists to write stories that give away freebies to users for anyone to use. Similarly, we can upload photos of whatever we want and share them with people around us.

# 2: Market Yourself Via Product Reviews

There was once a company called Fenty, Fashions, and Cottens. This is the main fashion label of the 1990s. Their motto was "People love the feeling of freedom." Then came Amazon.com, which decided to promote the idea of self-made products as well. This time around, there is no competition and you don't need a huge staff. All you have to do is start promoting yourself through blog posts, podcasts, interviews, video-on-demand shows, etc. Whatever niche of thing you're promoting, make sure it's relevant to your audience. Remember to make them feel good about what you're offering. You can even hold a contest to give away merchandise to participants.

# 3: Make products that are distinct from one another.

If you're working on a jewellery or makeup line, chances are that other folks are going to copy your idea and make the products similar. Or maybe some guys just copied mine and created a lot of variations that were worth $1000. However, it doesn't really matter. Yes, in theory, the products should be slightly different, but if it happens, I think you'll probably regret not taking the time to think twice about it.

That was the basic overview. Now let’s move on to the next section, where we dive deeper into specifics. how you can execute these strategies effectively, what tools you need to get started, etc.

Creating Unique and Rare Products

When starting a business with limited resources, you have to think outside the box. And to decide whether your product will create scarcity or abundance and whether you'll be able to differentiate your products from the crowd, you need to think hard and come up with something unique and rare.

You have two choices: create something completely new to differentiate yourself from competitors, or follow existing trends and hope for the best. It sounds easy, but it's an art form, and it takes time and a tonne of patience to master it. Most likely, you'll end up producing similar products. That's okay, but you should definitely learn something new from each product to keep your customers happy, as they're bound to want different versions to give them that extra edge of satisfaction.

Promoting Yourself Through Product Reviews

Product reviews are one of the easiest ways to earn money online, and many consumers trust product reviews. However, they tend to focus on the negative side of it. When a user sees a review on Amazon, they won't necessarily pay much attention to the details. Instead, they will just read the summary and scroll down to the comments section. And a majority of people have the same thought process. Therefore, they rarely take a deep interest in a given category and end up getting disappointed after reading only a few good product reviews.

However, to encourage and improve your readers' purchasing habits, you can use reviews to highlight your advantages and provide more value. This helps you gain more visibility and eventually draw them towards you. Remember, a positive review helps your products to show up on many site pages. Good reviews can boost sales and improve the credibility and reliability of your company. Moreover, you can also promote your profile on popular blogs, publications, and social media sites.

Developing Products That Are Distinct From One Another

When creating a wide variety of products from a single line, it becomes difficult for users to distinguish your brand from the competition. Because of this, your competitors tend to copy your features based on each other. If you create too many identical items, you limit your customer base. To avoid this, you need to ensure your products are unique. Once again, you can use several techniques to keep your offerings separate from others'. To improve this idea, use packaging, unique typography, distinctive colors, and so forth to protect the actual product from imitation.

Promoting Yourself Through Product Reviews

Product reviews and testimonials can also enhance your profile on major consumer websites like YouTube and Reddit. These two sources have billions of viewers, and people regularly check them out to see what they're talking about. In addition, your presence can appear in the categories you're featured in, and you can even link to your own website at the bottom of their page. While reviewers aren't paying to watch your videos, all you need to do is tell them about your credentials and experience and include a link to your landing page. More importantly, if you write positive reviews for your products on blogs and social media outlets, they'll go viral.

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9 Things to needed When Expanding Your Business

Expanding your business isn’t easy. It is one of the toughest challenges many face when they are looking to get out of the 9 – 5 daily grind.

The success of your small business depends on your efforts to grow profits using various methods. From employee training to marketing, every aspect of your business deserves attention.

Rapid growth doesn’t happen overnight, but there are several steps you must take to keep your business moving forward. It takes time and effort. However, when you start reaping the benefits, you will see that your effort is worth it. Here are some tips to consider if you are your expanding your business.

How to Grow Your Small Business

1. Understand Your Customers

You should be constantly inviting them to provide honest, even brutal feedback. Reviews and surveys are the best ways to get inside the mind of your customers. This makes it easier for you to develop products and services that are suitable to the current demands of the market. Moreover, it helps you understand the areas in which your company needs to improve.

2. Improve Customer Service

If you don’t provide quality customer service, it will be difficult to satisfy your customers even if you have a superior product or service. This aspect of the expanding your business is about taking the extra step to make them feel special.

Let your customers know that they are valued. If they have problems, make sure you address them right away. If they have questions, take time to answer them. They should not feel like things are difficult for them if they raise certain issues. Social media is a great way to understand your customers by listening to them. If they find the customer service satisfactory, they might even recommend others to also buy from expanding your business.

3. Establish Loyalty

It takes time to encourage customers to come and buy what you have to offer. But it’s not enough to just get them to buy. You need to encourage loyalty. Considering that there are other competitors who could offer them better, you want them to remain loyal to you. Don’t feel complacent just because you already have a lot of loyal customers. They can be easily attracted to other options and they might leave you.

Provide loyalty rewards. If there are discounts and promotions, let these most loyal customers be the first ones to know. You must sure your customers know they are appreciated.

4. Maximize Social Media

You will also understand their behavior and find a way to meet their demands. The best part is that you won’t have to spend a lot of money just to attract new customers. You don’t need to engage in comment wars though. Just keep it positive and make everyone feel that they are heard.

5. Focus on Professional Development

The success of expanding your business also depends on the quality of employees that you hire. Building an effective team is the key to ensuring that your business prospers.

They want to belong to something bigger than themselves. They must understand the bigger goals. This is where branding comes in. Many mistakenly believe that branding is something you do to attract customers. However, a powerful brand will also help you draw quality workers to expanding your business.

Your employees should also feel that they are heard. There are team-building activities that could help them perform well as individual employees and through collaborative tasks. You should also send them to training sessions and seminars so that they can improve on the current bank of knowledge that they already have.

6. Spend Time Attending Networking Events

If given the chance to join these events, take it. This is the opportunity to extend your networks. This is highly important – but it is something many entrepreneurs neglect. You must build relationships with other people.

Networking is a great way to connect with people who can help you expanding your business. You can find employees, more customers, and even investors.

7. Focus on Corporate Social Responsibility

It is important that you ensure expanding your business exists for more than just making money. Nowadays, people want to feel emotionally connected to the companies with whom they do business. This is why it’s important to craft a unique brand perspective for your company. Is there are cause you wish to support? Is there something in the world you want to change? Let that be one of your company’s missions.

8. Don’t Hesitate to Get Loans

If you are starting out as an entrepreneur, you need money to help fund it. The same thing is true for those who have been around for some time and have decided to take things to another level. If you need loans to expanding your business make your plans happen, get them.

There are other ways to get loans if you are denied. One of them is to look for another party to serve as your guarantor. This is how SBA loan program works. The SBA will guarantee the loan you take from a bank. If you default, the SBA will reduce the risk of the lender. Of course, they won’t just do it without anything in return. You need to understand their requirements. You should also read the terms and conditions before getting started.

9. Find Out What Works

Ultimately, you will know which of the approaches you’ve used worked well. Take note of these tactics and use them again. Those strategies that failed must be eliminated to help expanding your business. The goal is to remain relevant. Refine the approach and focus more on those that bring satisfactory results.

In the end, you will see how to expanding your business. You just have to be patient. You also need to work really hard and not let obstacles prevent you from doing better. Soon, you will see the positive results you have always hoped for.

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𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙅𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎. | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by @raeganlolz <3

∘ requests: I tried to use as many as I could that made sense! Hope you enjoy!

“the things i’d do to meet edgy karl’s parents.”

“ok but next time you want to write smut for edgy!karl...post pregnancy scare...karl having a fixation on readers tiddies...like the whole time. -🧚🏻‍♀️”

“i stg this is my last thing ill send in today about edgy!karl but karl letting reader dom him completely.-🧚🏻‍♀️”

“CONSIDER edgy!Karl saying ‘that's my girl’”

∘ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), mentions of underaged sex, asphyxiation, domination, this being 4k

∘ word count: ~4000 (im so sorry)

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ disclaimer: I made up all the dynamics and Karl lore. This is also an au and I do what I want so

You rolled your shoulders, twisting your back to alleviate some of the stress in your back as your mind raced at the possible outcomes of spending the weekend at Karl’s parent’s place. He seemed to deal with the situation in his own way, a cigarette lazily hanging from his lips as he scrubbed the nail polish from his fingers. You wondered if his parents were sticklers for order, then again, knowing Karl, there was no way they weren’t crazy strict. You thought about your own family and what would happen if Karl were to meet your mother.

Karl seemed almost absent-mindedly going through the motions of visiting them like you had nothing to worry about. There were occasions when he even made it clear that you had your life more intact than he did, so it was doubtful they would hate you.

You peered over at him, taking your eyes off the road momentarily as he paused to blow smoke out of his window. “Why do you have to take it off?” You asked, gesturing to his hands.

He scoffed slightly, sitting up and throwing the dirty cotton ball into the small bag beside him. “My mom hates the dark colors,” he murmured, flicking his cigarette bud outside. He moved a hand to settle over your thigh, wrapping his fingers around the flesh. “Don’t worry, I’ll paint them again when we get back,” he chided. “I know it’s the only reason you keep me around.”

You snorted at this, shaking your head at his joke.

The two of you came to a small stop-over town, swapping seats after filling up the tank at the local gas station. Through the crack in the passenger window, you could hear the cashier greeting Karl as if they were old friends, smacking him on the back and walking him out the door with a smile. As Karl sank into the driver’s seat you furrowed your brows. He looked at you with a shrug. “We vacation around here sometimes,” he brushed off, making your mouth twist in disbelief. He was downplaying the extent of his family’s hold over the town.

As the two of you drove through the main street of the town, your eyes snapped to the various stores with his last name plastered on the signs. You nearly asked him about it, instead opting out as you figured he would give you a half-assed answer and only give you part of the story.

His house had its own street, a long winding road that ended in a looped driveway the size of a suburban cold-de-sac. You willed yourself not to let your mouth gape at the sheer size of the mansion as it stared back at you, blocking the moonlight as Karl opened the passenger door for you to climb out. “Stop treating me like the fucking Queen of England,” you murmured, elbowing him as he pulled on his hoodie, shaking out his hair slightly.

He laughed at you, popping a piece of gum in his mouth, and pressing his lips to yours in a nearly heated kiss as if to give you a taste of what he had in store of you. As he broke the embrace, his nose brushed against yours. “I can treat you worse if you want, pet?” He offered, causing you to shove him away from you.

“We are literally in your parents’ driveway. Chill out,” you urged, making him chuckle as he laced his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the front door. Your heart hammered in your ears as he pushed open the door. You tugged on his arm. “Shouldn’t we knock first?” You whispered, making him pop his gum and shrug.

As if telling you not to worry, he pulled you the rest of the way in the house, only to be greeted with an old man barely reaching over your height. “Karl! My god, you nearly scared the living daylights outta me!” He hooted, as Karl wrapped his arm around the old man, the two chattering away like the best of friends.

You smiled at the warmth between the two, watching Karl blossom. He moved to stand by you, wrapping his arm around your waist and gesturing to the man. “This is my nanny, Leslie. He wouldn’t leave so I think he just dusts the books in one of the libraries,” Karl joked, making the man swat the air in front of Karl.

You raised your eyebrows. “One of the libraries?” You repeated quietly as if to make sure you heard him correctly.

He smirked at you, disregarding your surprise. “This is my girlfriend,” he introduced, rather proudly as Leslie’s face lit up. He grabbed your hands and rambled on about how he had never thought Karl would introduce a girlfriend to the family.

“I thought I heard Karl’s voice. Did he make it?” A feminine tone rang out into the foyer, capturing Karl’s attention a beat before she had started talking as if he had sensed her. You wanted to smirk at the vision, knowing he did the same when he heard you.

A woman came around the corner of one of the walls, her hair and makeup applied to a professional standard and her clothes were cleanly pressed. She looked as if she had just gotten home from an office job with a corner office. Her intimidating aura vanished along with his as soon as she saw him, scooping him up in her arms as he chuckled slightly. She held him out an arm’s length away, pinching his sides and calling him a beanstalk. Another man a few years older than Leslie entered the room, draped in a flowery apron. He embraced Karl as well, the couple fawning over him like they hadn’t seen him in years.

Karl gestured for you to come closer as he showed you off to the pair, introducing them as his parents. Karl’s mom immediately embraced you, murmuring about how Karl hadn’t brought a girl home in ages let alone a girlfriend and you were quickly being to notice a theme amongst the group.

The house was massive, which you had quickly noticed was even bigger than it looked outside, as Karl’s mother looped her arm around yours, giving you the tour and explaining the extensive history of the Jacobs family and their impact on the house. Leslie and she served as some of the most entertaining tour guides you’d ever experienced as they giggling and joked. Karl walked quietly behind the group of you, hands in his pockets as he looked up at the ceilings and pictures as if he hadn’t seen them a thousand times growing up.

You peered over your shoulder, making sure he was still with the rest of you. He set you a wink, lips curling at the sight of you getting along with his family members.

After you were finally beginning to lose track of time Karl broke into the charade, and after vaguely mentioning he was tired, his mother when into a mock cuddling mode, cooing to him sarcastically, yet letting the two of you slink away for the night with the promise of finishing the tour before Karl’s brother showed up in the morning.

Soon it was just you and Karl again, him leading you up a flight of stairs. The hallways were lit with small lanterns that at one time had probably fostered candles but were now replaced with electric ones. You weren’t sure where to look as the walls were crammed with painting and photographs. Half of you wanted to admire the architecture while the rest of you was attempting to identify who the artist was that had done most of the artwork.

Karl sighed tiredly, popping open a door and switching on the lights. You bit back a smile at the view of his room in its pristine condition. The various shades of blues and greys accenting the features of his bed and various pieces of furniture. As you looked around, he threw his wallet and keys onto the dresser beside his bed, shutting the door to drown out the faint music coming from the kitchen. You sat in one of the massive chairs beside the fireplace, your mind running blank with disbelief. A fire was already burning in anticipation of his return.

You ran your finger along the seam in the leather. “When you said your family had money… I didn’t picture all,” you paused gesturing around you, “… this…”

He shrugged with a small smile on his face. “Do you wanna know a little piece of Karl lore?” He asked, smugly.

You perked your eyebrows at his words. “You know I do.”

He gestured with his fingers for you to come towards him as he walked closer to one of the massive windows. He settled his hand in the crook of your neck, turning you to look across the pond at a few of the other massive properties. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before pointing at one directly in front of you. “I lost my virginity in that one,” he stated, making you chuckle.

He wrapped his arms around your waist. “And to whom?” You queried, as his teeth nipped at your ear.

You could practically hear him smirk. “Her name was Ms. Scarlet back then, but I think she’s been married again,” he answered, making you freeze in his hold. “I think she was between husband two and three.”

“Wait, what?” You turned around to face him.

He brushed his lips against yours. “You jealous?”

You furrowed your brows at him, pulling out of his touch. “Were you of age?” You questioned, voice coming out in almost a winded laugh.

He shrugged, plopping down on the bed behind him, leaning his weight back on his hands. “Not the first time.” He smiled up at you. “She’s a friend of mine’s mom. I cut her grass that summer.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Jesus Christ,” you murmured. “Did you hook up again after that?” It was like he had opened Pandora’s box, a mass of questions echoing like bees within your mind.

He looked at the ceiling. “We stopped before my sophomore year of college, I think.” He furrowed his brows in thought. “Yeah, so almost five years.” Your mouth gapped slightly. “But only when I came back for breaks.”

“You were seventeen?” You stressed. “And when you came back from where?” You sat beside him, attempting to decide if you should be worried or not. Obviously, it wasn’t a fact you could change, but the fact that a woman had him at so young-

He hummed slightly. “Boarding school,” he mumbled, trying not to seem smug. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I know it sounds bad now, but she wasn’t taking advantage of me or anything,” he assured. “I think you’d like her, honestly.”

“You think I’d like a woman that preys on little boys?” He snorted at your comment and you smacked his chest, making him laugh louder.

He dug his face into your neck. “Age of consent is lower here,” he continued to assure. “Baby, I’m okay.” His teeth nipped at your skin. “Plus, I don’t think I’d know how to make you feel so good without her.” That made you green around the gills. You attempted to put the thought of Karl and an older woman out of your mind. “How did you lose yours?”

You swallowed your questions, deciding to save them for another day. “In a treehouse before I left for college. With my roommate’s twin brother,” you murmured.

He chuckled. “Oh, shit. We’re both bad friends, aren’t we?” He jested.

You shook your head, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I was dating him, actually. It was really brief.”

“The sex or the relationship?” He asked, making two gesture two fingers into the air. He pulled away from you, sending you a small smile. “And what’s his name? I need to know who you’re comparing me to.”

You scoffed. “Clay,” you answered, the image of the boy flashing into your mind for an instant.

Karl’s demeanor changed. “Clay?” He repeated, sounding like you earlier as you wrapped your brain around the extent of the Jacobs fortune. “What does that seem so familiar…” he trailed off in thought. You perked your eyebrow at him, knowing full-well the two could have unintentionally crossed paths on campus.

The next morning, you could have sworn you were on the set of a period piece if it weren’t for Karl’s father’s golfing attire and his mother’s tight black dress as they welcomed various family members into the house. You had finally met Karl’s older brother, an accomplished man with a good job and an even more impressive education, yet each time he attempted to boast about his earnings or the progress he was bringing to the family business, he was swatted off only for his parents to gloat about Karl’s fraternity connections and grades.

You peered over Karl’s shoulder as he showed you Todd’s Instagram post, the two of you scoffing before you liked his picture from your account, making Karl roll his eyes as you snickered.

“… And that being said, renting cars is no longer a strenuous task,” Karl’s brother finished.

Mrs. Jacobs nodded her head slightly. Karl had mentioned the family joke of disregarding what his brother said, even if it was impressive or you were interested. It had been a running gag since Karl was in high school and they weren’t planning on letting up anytime soon. “Yeah, that’s neat. Did you hear Karl learned how to do his own laundry?” His mom boasted with a small chirp to her voice as if Karl were the best thing on the planet.

You bit back a laugh as his brother grumbled to himself, his wife patting his arm reassuringly. “He was also one of the most expensive at KA. Very impressive son!” His dad added, sending him a thumbs up.

You stood with Karl in the living room; his arm draped around the top of a bookshelf you were leaning against as you both listened to one of his cousins talk about a new boat they had just paid off.

Your heels felt tight on your feet as you switched the weight from one ankle to the other, leaning closer to Karl. He moved so his lips were near your ear. “Don’t let him fool you. It’s a hollowed-out log with a rudder,” he chided, making the corner of your mouth twist up.

“It’s not much, but it’s honest,” you mockingly defended. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Inexplicably,” he murmured back, making you laugh quietly. He let a beat of silence pass between the two of you before wetting his lips. “Say the word and we’ll find a random room and I’ll ruin your makeup,” he whispered.

You scoffed, inching closer to him while your eyes remained on the center of the room where everyone was talking. “How can you be horny around your family?”

You could feel his warm breath against your neck. “Because I’m more focused on you in that tight little dress than Kevin’s boat.”

You took a sip from your cup. “Dirty boy,” you joshed quietly.

Karl smirked at you before his eyes drifted to the front door, a new flow of people filing into the house. You noticed him grow quiet, following his gaze to a woman and a boy around your age. They greeted Karl’s parents happily before integrating into the living room with the rest of you. You could tell by the way his face twisted smugly that the woman was Ms. Scarlet. You drew in a breath as she neared the two of you.

Karl stood up a bit straighter and you bit back a laugh, making a mental note on having to tease him about his MILF. The woman smiled brightly at Karl, pinching his cheek. You attempted to piece together who the boy was and if Karl had mentioned him before.

Karl cleared his throat after they shared their pleasantries. “Uh, this is Nick, but everyone calls him Sapnap, and this is his mom… Ms. Scarlet?” He questioned the last part as she charmingly laughed.

“Oh, no darling. I’m Mrs. Donahue now.” Sapnap rolled his eyes slightly at her words, taking a sip of his drink as she winked at him.

Karl smirked. “Right, congratulations. Anyway, they’ve been our neighbors for years-”

She cut him off, squeezing his arm. “Oh, come on! We were trying to marry Karl off to one of Nick’s cousins and finally join the families, but it’s just funny how things work out,” she stated. You wracked your brain, attempting to figure out if it was a dig at you or Karl. The two of them went off on a tangent about the array of Sapnap’s cousins that Karl had had to take on dates and whatnot.

“So, you’re dating Karl then?” Sapnap asked you, more of an aside as they had seemed to forget about you.

You nodded; the fact still rather foreign to you when given the chance to think about it. “Yeah, I’ll claim him,” you joked. “Did you guys go to the same high school?” You asked, attempting conversation.

He looked at you tiredly. “Yeah, yeah. We’ve been classmates since we were little.” You hummed in interest. “I mean, since he fucked my mom we haven’t been hanging out or anything,” he added as if you had been itching to ask.

You had been.

You snorted at his words as he smiled slightly. “Sorry, that’s not funny,” you apologized, covering your mouth.

He shook his head, laughing softly. “No, it definitely is, don’t worry.”

“How did, uh… that affect you guys?” You asked, biting back your humorous response.

He seemed to relax from his stiffened introduction a few minutes prior. He wet his lips. “Honestly, there’s no going back from that, you know?”

You giggled. “No, I don’t.”

He laughed at your answer, covering it with a cough as Karl seemed to remember you were standing beside him. Sapnap’s mom suddenly spotted an old friend of hers, the two parting from your life almost as quickly as they had entered. You leaned against Karl’s arm.

“I like Sapnap,” you hummed, watching the two leave. “He seems quiet.” Karl shrugged beside you. Your mind wandered to whether Sapnap knew Todd. Part of you wished you had asked him, but you were struggling to remember Todd’s real name anyway. “Did you have fun with your lady friend?” You mocked, looking up at him.

He shook his head, biting back a smirk. “You’re my lady friend.”

You chuckled. “Oh? I thought you’d forgotten.”

Before you knew it, you were pressed against Karl in a coat closet in a remote part of the house, unable to make it to his room before his hands were up your skirt and his lips were attacking your skin. He pinned you against the door as if he were worried you would slip out of his grasp as he ground his hips against yours. His teeth grazed against your neck in a mess of hands and hair.

You pushed him further into the closet before he plopped down in a chair towards the back. The both of you shared a look of confusion as to why it was there yet shrugged and went back to carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at his lips with your own. He moaned into your mouth as you climbed into his lap, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs before snaking up to slip into the top of your dress and take your breast into one of his large hands.

Kissing him felt strange without his tongue ring; if you weren’t so desperate to get yourself off, you would have complained about missing it.

You ground yourself on his lap, groaning at your newfound friction as he spread his legs further for you, his free hand dragging you against his crotch. You pressed your lips against his neck, biting at the skin, determined to mark him as yours. You weren’t doing it to ward off Ms. Scarlet, no. This was for you, knowing full well that Karl always wore your hickeys with pride.

Your hands went to his belt buckle, impatience taking over as you nipped at his skin, earning moans of pleasure as he let you have your way with him. He pressed his lips to your chest as you freed his cock from its cloth entrapment, stroking him with your hand. “Give me your panties,” he whispered, breathlessly as he hooked his fingers around your waistband. You obliged before angling him at your entrance and sinking down onto him. The two of you let out moans of pleasure, swallowing each other’s appraisal.

The air grew warm around the two of you as you began to roll your hips against him. Your head tilting back as you tried to quiet yourself down, knowing the last thing you wanted was for someone to walk in… again.

Karl’s fingers moved to unzip your dress, exposing your chest to his mouth as your fingers moved to tug at his dark locks. He ground his hips up into yours, a thankful moan slipping past your lips as his tongue pressed against the valley between your breasts.

You pushed him against the back of the chair, capturing his lips against your and slipping your tongue into his mouth. He completely submitted to your actions, wanting nothing more than to taste you as you began to ride him harder. Your nails dug into the back of the chair, your other hand moving to unbutton the top of his shirt and wrap around his neck. “Is she better than me?” You asked; your breath husky and demanding as his teeth flashed back at you, his leering smirk mixing with his blissed-out expression as he tried not to roll his eyes at how good he felt with you taking all of him.

“N-no. Of course not,” he groaned. His lips were pink from your teeth, cheeks flushed with lust and adrenaline as his blunt nails raked up your body to claw at your back. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, voice almost a whimper.

You moved your hand to press your thumb to brush against his bottom lip, loving the pleasured expression on his face as he looked at you like you owned him. “Good,” you answered plainly, swirling your hips and tightening your grip on his neck before you could feel your impending orgasm nearly within reach. He almost smiled up at you. What a little freak.

You moved your hand to fist in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to press your lips against his as you bounced on top of him. He let out a deep moan before you felt him release, making you scoff sardonically. His fingers moved to grip your hips, thrusting against you harder, determined to get you to follow him. You dug your face into the crook of his neck, his teeth digging into your skin.

Shamelessly, you let him drag you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with a flash of heat and relief. Karl kissed you roughly, desperate to taste your moans as if looking for your approval. "That's my girl," he moaned, smiling against your lips.

As the two of you straightened your clothing and cleaned up your appearances, you went for your underpants in Karl’s pocket, but he grabbed your wrist, drawing you to his chest. “You got to be on top, that means I’m in charge of foreplay for the rest of the night,” he answered, pressing a brief and sultry kiss against your lips to wipe away your shocked expression.

“Fine, then I’m in charge when we get back and I’ll send lewds to Todd,” you threatened with an empty conscious on the matter. “Just to make it spicy. Stir it up a bit,” you joshed.

He groaned, making you smirk. “You’re playing with fire,” he mumbled.

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Revenge Is A Bitch (1)

Pairing: Nichkhun x Reader | Jaehyun x Reader

Warning: Eventual smut, cheating, angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Surprise! It's now a series. Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Summary: You're life with Nichkhun was amazing, until you went to visit him on a business trip, where you meet Jaehyun, a friend and coworker of your boyfriend. Things escalate quickly from a little flirting in a club, but things get even worse when Nichkhun finds out. "

Y/N." Nichkhun growls. "Give it back." He says, trying his best not to smile. You stand on the other side of the couch, his phone in your hand as you stick your tongue out at him.

"You want it back?" You ask.

He nods his head.

"Then come get it." You yell, laughing as he charges for you, bursting out into laughter as well. Sometimes you were needy, especially when you felt like he was paying more attention to his phone than you. You giggle and scream as you run around the couch, Wooyoung sitting on the couch watching the two of you in disgust. Nichkhun grabs you, pulling you into him, peppering your face in kisses. You stop fighting him and he sets you down as you both continue laughing. You give him back his phone and he slides it into his pocket before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I love you, beautiful." He whispers.

"And I love you." You grin, placing a kiss on his lips.

"And I'm gonna be sick." Wooyoung groans, leaving the living room as the two of you laugh at his annoyance and disgust of your love. It had been two years of just pure bliss and happiness with Nichkhun, something you never thought you'd ever find, until you found him.

A few hours later, you were sitting on the edge of the bed with your arms crossed as you watched Nichkhun pack a bag. As usual, a last minute business meeting came up, and he was taking off for a week.

"Babe, where's my blue suit? The one with the stripes.. yanno?" He yells from inside the closet. As much as you didn't want to help him, you begrudgingly stood up, shuffling towards the closet to help him find the suit he needed. You roll your eyes as you walk in, and Nichkhun is on one knee, holding a ring pop, making you laugh. "I'm sorry I have to leave my love, but with this ring, I hope you remember that I love you, and I can't wait to come back to you and marry you one day." He grins.

He always knew how to make you feel better and put a smile on your face. Some days you swore he knew you better than you knew yourself. You take the ring and stick it on your finger as he stands up.

"Now, I actually do need my suit." He laughs.

"You mean the one that's hanging right in front of you?" You giggle, taking it off the rack and handing it to him.

"My savior." He grins, putting it carefully in his bag.

"Toothbrush?" You ask him, beginning to list off the items he needs.

"Yes!" He exclaims.

"Underwear? Socks? Passport? Wallet? Casual clothes?" You ask.

"Check, check, check.. where's my passport?" He asks worriedly. Despite only going to a different city, he still needed it.

"Nightstand, left hand side." You sigh. He quickly leaves the closet, going to his nightstand as you zip up his bag, bringing it into the bedroom.

"Like I said, my savior." He grins.

"I'll call you when I land." He says before answering his ringing phone. "I'll be right down."

He gives you a quick peck before heading through your lavish apartment, with you following behind him, watching him walk out the front door, leaving you alone.

It had been a few days and you still hadn't heard from Nichkhun. This really wasn't unusual for him, considering he got very busy with work but he hadn't even sent you a goodnight text in the last 3 days, and that made you really sad. So you decided to do something about it. With a plan in your head you went to sleep, knowing you had an early morning ahead of you.

When you woke up, you booked your last minute ticket, and began packing your bags. You felt a frisson of excitement skate across your nerve endings as you zipped up your bags and waited for your ride to the airport. You very rarely, well actually never had surprised Nichkhun, but this time it felt right. It felt like it was going to be a wonderful surprise.

After a smooth flight, you caught a cab, and told him to go to the hotel Nichkhun was at. You felt like nothing could go wrong, this was the perfect plan, with a perfect execution. You paid the nice cab driver, who also took your bags from his car for you and you went into the lobby to wait for Nichkhun. You called his phone a few times, but he didn't pick up. You look around the fancy hotel and observe a couple who seemed to not be able to keep their hands off each other. You loved that for them. You smiled to yourself, imagining you and Nichkhun being that publicly annoying. You wished you could show your love and passion the way they were. The way they touched each other, it spoke of passion and need and familiarity.

You looked at your phone that has now gone to voicemail six times, you glance up once more and see the faces of the couple that enter the elevator with tears in your eyes.

“Welcome to Club Arriba! What can I get you to drink?”

"6 shots of your strongest liquor." You yell, slapping the credit card that Nichkhun had given you for emergencies. Clearly this was one, and so was the lavish hotel room, and the room service you had ordered before coming to the club.

"You got it." The bartender smiles, sliding the cars off the bar. You stand there waiting for your shots when three girls approach you.

"I love your dress." One giggles. You hold up your finger, asking for a moment before you quickly, and quite professionally down four of the six shots you had bought.

"Thank you." You grin. You turn to the bartender and wave him over. "Four more shots for me and my new friends." You yell, taking the last two shots on the counter.

And like that, you had made friends with some really nice girls, who bought you drinks too. The four of you were dancing, laughing and having a great time when you feel a pair of hands land on your hips. You look behind him and see an extremely handsome man smiling down at you. You don't mind, you enjoy the attention, besides it wasn't like you were getting much these days anyways. You move your body closer to his, swaying your hips to the beat of the music, while smiling at your new friends, who were also dancing with others. As you were getting more into it, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. You look up and see a man that you absolutely recognize trying to pull you away from the other man that had begun groping you.

"What are you doing?" You ask. Glaring at the man. You know him.. from.. Nickhun's office. "Jaehyun?" You ask. He looks at you surprised that you remembered his name. He pulls you away from the man, through the crowd to a secluded hallway. He swings you around, pushing you against the wall as he crosses his arms.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks. "You're in a relationship with my good friend and my boss." He hisses.

"Mhm, are you sure you're as good of a friend as you think you are?" You ask, tilting your head to the side.

"I don't understand what you mean." He sighs.

Of course he doesn't. No one knows, you didn't even know until this morning.

"What do you want, Jae? Should I blow you so you don't tell my precious Nichkhun?" You ask, pouting.

"I would never do that to Nichkhun." He deepens. "I'm going to have to tell him about this." He finishes.

You shrug your shoulders, pushing yourself off the wall. "Do what you gotta do." You say. “You know what I’ll help you tell him." You say, taking out your phone. Jaehyun stands there, watching you, unsure of what you're doing. You turn around with snapchat open, and kiss him on the cheek before snapping a picture before he moves away from you.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you realize that this looks fucking bad?" He yells.

"I've seen the way you look at me when I come into the office. Do you want a taste Jae? Would you like to feel me gripping you while inside me? How about how wet and warm it would feel to cum inside me? So good." You whisper into his ear.

Jaehyun moves back from you, looking partially offended, and partially turned on from what you said. He doesn't say anything to you, he just walks away, and you watch him disappear into the crowd. You adjust your dress and throw your shoulders back and walk back to your new friends.

As you continue to dance, you can feel eyes on you, raking your body up and down. You look around and see Jaehyun leaning against the bar, his arms crossed as he watches you. The way your hands roam your body, the way you lick your lips as you watch him. You can feel his guard being let down as he begins to inch closer to you. The rush of victory flows through your body as he walks towards you.

"Let me take you home." He says, offering his hand to you. He slides Nichkhun's credit card back in your purse and he weaves the two of you out of the club.

"Are you trying to get in my panties, Jaehyun?" You ask, looking at the handsome man.

"I'm just taking you home." He says.

The two of you are standing outside your hotel room as you put your key in and open the door to your large suite.

"Don't tell Nichkhun I'm here." You say, walking inside, Jaehyun following you.

"Let's just get you to bed." He sighs.

You stand in front of him, pulling your dress off, dropping it on the floor. You're almost naked, in front of your boyfriend's good friend, feeling nothing but lust and attraction for this man.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath. "Fuck it." He whispers, crashing his lips onto yours, pushing you onto the bed. Your fun starts now, and soon Nichkhun will know that revenge is a bitch.

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kpopfanfictrash · 3 years

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Raise the Barre (Epilogue)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight for the last Raise the Barre moodboard TT she nailed it

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Rating: 18+ (Smut)

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Dance Academy!AU

Warnings: sexual content. Dry humping, fingering, hand job, oral (female), breast play, multiple orgasms, Jimin gets turned on by making someone else come, dirty talk. Jimin’s pants are tight.

Word Count: 13,409

Summary: You and Park Jimin have been rivals for as long as you’ve known one another; ever since he tripped you in the front row of your first dance convention. When you graduate from high school and enter Russet Ballet Academy, you tell yourself you’re leaving all past quarrels behind. The main problem with this though, is that your past seems determined not to leave you alone.

Worse still, the obstacles you face while out in the real world might prove more challenging than anything your enemy has to offer.

“And… more pointe shoes,” you said, opening the box in your lap. “Wow. Thanks, mom and dad.”

Your dad laughed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” he said, nodding from the couch. “I know Russet gives you some already, but you can never have too many.”

“Out of curiosity.” You glanced at the tree. “Are there any boxes from you which aren’t related to dance?”

“Not related to dance…” Your mom pretended to think. “I don’t understand.”

“Mom!”

She laughed. “I’m kidding! Yes, there are other presents. You just happened to pick all the pointe shoe boxes first.”

Shaking your head, you placed the box aside. You smiled though, warmth in your chest at being home for the holidays. Classes at Russet had ended a week prior and it had been nice for a few days to simply relax. Already though, you found yourself itching to return to the city. It was strange to wake every morning and not head to ballet. It was even stranger to take classes at your old studio, trying to stay in shape before second semester began.

Playing with the string of your sweatpants, you couldn’t help glancing at your phone on the couch. It had been several days since you’d last seen Jimin in person. Oddly enough, the separation had been harder than you’d thought it would be.

Immediately after ending things with Finn, you and Jimin had tried to keep your distance. The pain of your separation had been too fresh to even consider dating someone else but, as time had gone on, you and Jimin had started becoming friends again.

It was hard not to be, with Jimin continuing as your dance partner and classmate. At the end of the semester, you’d had the opportunity to switch partners, but you and Jimin had chosen the status quo. It just made sense this way; you couldn’t think of anyone else you’d trust as much as him.

At first, things between you were strictly professional. You saw him only within the confines of the dance studio but eventually, his presence bled into your normal life. At first, the outings were small. Jimin went to a pregame you also attended. He saw you once at the coffee shop and, instead of running away, he stopped to chat. One time, he walked you back to your dorm.

When the month became December, you found your outlook improving. Most of November had been spent wallowing in your dorm, but the holiday season brought with it endless activities. The very first weekend of the month, a bunch of your Russet friends decided to go ice skating and you’d ended up tagging along.

The biggest problem had been you’d never ice skated before. Noelle had been patient, skating backwards in front of you and dragging you around the rink. Jimin had done the same thing for Hoseok, who was in a similar predicament to yours, and at some point, they swapped partners and left you skating with Jimin.

When he’d taken over for Noelle, your stomach had swooped. Hands touching, he’d led you gently around the edge and the world had seemed to still. It had been the first time you’d felt anything stir outside of your break-up. Whatever hurt and distance had sprung between you, it seemed something had survived between you and Jimin.

Nose red, Jimin had smiled as he skated backwards. “It’s easy,” he’d told you. “You just swivel, Y/N. In and out, in and out. Got it?”

“Um, no!” you’d yelped, nearly crashing to the ice when Jimin let go of your hands.

He’d laughed, catching you easily and skating like that for a while. Eventually, Jimin had helped you off the rink and gotten hot chocolate, which you insisted on buying. Payback, you said, for the impromptu skating lessons.

That day had been a turning point for you both. Throughout the month prior, you’d texted sporadically but after, you seemed to talk every day.

Jimin even offered to drive you home from Russet, given the fact that your hometowns were so close together. After much hemming and hawing, you’d eventually taken him up on the offer. The savings it gave your bleeding bank account were well-worth the potential discomfort.

This had led to both the best and worst twenty-four hours of your life.

Best, because Jimin was an excellent road trip companion. He let you choose the music, laughed at all your dumb jokes, and agreed to play the road trip games you suggested. You’d already made a firm rule not to compare Jimin to any past boyfriends but couldn’t help but note this as an improvement over anyone prior.

The sole reason the twenty-four hours were also painful was because you stopped at a hotel halfway through. It was either this or drive until 3:00 AM, so you chose the smarter option and rested for the night. You and Jimin bought separate bedrooms, but they’d ended up next to one another, so you’d been forced to spend a sleepless night imagining Jimin separated from you only by a thin sheet of plywood.

You had told yourself this was silly. At Russet, Jimin hadn’t been much further away, but something about the closeness in the hotel made you nervous. It was infinitely easier to forget about boundaries when you were separated by only a car console for hours at a time. Infinitely easier to forget the rules when you were outside of Russet, cocooned by his car and the snow.

You couldn’t help but think about the one kiss you’d shared.

That had only been a taste, barely a teaser, but the memory kept you awake for more nights than it probably should have. You couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to kiss Jimin again, under different circumstances.

Groaning, you’d covered your face with a pillow that night and tried your best to sleep. It hadn’t really worked, and you’d shown up at the car the next morning with dark shadows beneath your eyes.

Forcing yourself back to the present, you glanced away from your phone and focused on the tree – only to see its screen light up in your peripheral. Grabbing your phone, you realized Jimin had texted. Stifling a smile, you scrolled through the conversation until you found his last message.

Jimin: MERRY CHRISTMAS! [10:23 AM]

Jimin:

Y/N: oh my god everything’s so... coordinated lol how long did that tree take to set up? [10:24 AM]

Y/N: and merry Christmas 😊 [10:24 AM]

Jimin: not long at all. I just googled ‘christmas trees’ and that was the first one I found [10:24 AM]

Y/N: ha ha hilarious [10:25 AM]

Y/N: so, what are the Park family plans for the day? [10:25 AM]

Jimin: the usual. Opening presents, going to my grandparents later for dinner. What about you? [10:25 AM]

Y/N: same, minus the grandparents. We usually have a pretty low-key day [10:26 AM]

Jimin: sounds nice [10:26 AM]

Jimin: what’s your favorite present so far [10:27 AM]

Y/N:

Jimin: LOL [10:30 AM]

Jimin: how many of them did you get? I’ve gotten two new dance bags and seven pairs of black leggings. It’s like our parents have forgotten we do anything else [10:31 AM]

Y/N: no new dance belts? 😈 [10:32 AM]

Jimin: Y/N, I’m shocked [10:35 AM]

Jimin: mind out of the gutter. Stop thinking about my junk [10:35 AM]

Y/N: as your dance partner, I have a vested interest in your junk. What if it breaks free in the middle of practice? [10:38 AM]

Jimin: the more delicate ladies would faint, I imagine [10:41 AM]

Jimin: and probably Paulo [10:41 AM]

Y/N: lmao [10:43 AM]

Y/N: but seriously, I hope you get presents other than dance gear [10:43 AM]

Jimin: back at you haha [10:47 AM]

Y/N: I can’t help but notice you didn’t get me, your dance partner, a Christmas gift though [10:50 AM]

Jimin: was the drive home not enough? [10:50 AM]

Y/N: oh, shoot. You’re right! You did get me a Christmas gift [10:51 AM]

Y/N: I’m the one who’s been remiss [10:51 AM]

Jimin: don’t forget about my housewarming gift, too [10:52 AM]

You smiled, sitting back on the sofa. Jimin was lucky enough to be moving off campus second semester. He, Hoseok and Alex Wong were moving into an apartment not far from Paulo’s. You and Noelle had decided to stay in Grace Hall, but you’d talked about moving someplace else next year.

Jimin was heading back early to move into his new place, so you’d need a different ride on your return trip to Russet. Still, you were looking forward to Jimin’s apartment hosting parties in the new year.

Y/N: don’t get greedy on me now, Park [10:54 AM]

“Who’re you texting?”

Jerking your head up from the screen, you nearly dropped your phone. From the couch opposite, your mom gave you a knowing look.

“No one,” you said hastily, setting your phone aside.

“Oh, really?” She glanced with your dad. “No one wouldn’t happen to have dark hair, his own car and excellent table manners, would he?”

Immediately, you felt your face heat.

When Jimin drove you home before Christmas, your parents had insisted on feeding him before he continued to Harleigh Heights. This had led to the weirdest double date of your life – which was, in fact, not a date – including you, Jimin and your parents for dinner. Luckily, your parents had been great and Jimin hadn’t cared, but you’d been endlessly mortified for your first date with Jimin to have included your parents.

Not that you’d called it a date. When Jimin had left that night, you’d brushed it aside and he’d simply gone along with it. After Jimin had left, you’d gone to your room and wondered what the hell you were doing. It was clear you still liked Jimin and wanted to be more than just friends. Still, something continued to hold you back.

You weren’t sure when it was considered appropriate to move on. The line seemed fuzzy, so you hadn’t dared cross it and Jimin hadn’t asked. You got the feeling you needed to be the one to make the first move – which made sense. You’d been the one who asked for more time. You’d told Jimin you’d say when you were ready.

Any next steps would have to come from you.

It had been weird to go home and not see Finn. His house was only fifteen minutes away from yours – you’d driven past it on your way to the grocery store last week. Still, seeing his home hadn’t caused the pain you’d expected. It was strange not to see him, but more like you’d forgotten something you needed to do, as opposed to missing his actual presence.

If you were being honest, Finn had crossed your mind less and less lately. Possibly because you’d been falling out of love with him long before you’d broken up in November.

Still, it would be unfair to jump into something before you were ready. You’d already hurt Jimin once this past fall and were determined not to do so again. No matter how good things had been lately between you, you didn’t want to make the mistake of dating Jimin too soon.

Despite this, things had become flirtier between you as of late. Exhibit A: casual text conversations about Park Jimin’s junk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said lightly.

Your dad laughed as he stood from the couch. “Alright, then,” he said, grabbing another gift. “How about you open this one next?”

Accepting the thin package he handed over, you frowned. The box wasn’t large and, shaking it slowly, you heard no sliding inside.

“I swear,” you said as you began to undo the bow. “If you wrapped your passport photo again, dad...”

Laughing, he settled back on the couch by your mom. “It’s not that, I promise.”

Grumbling, you opened the box and immediately froze. Staring at the paper inside, you slowly looked up. “Is this… is this what I think it is?”

“It’s a plane flight,” your mom said with a smile. “I know we’re supposed to drive you back on the third, but we thought you might want to celebrate New Year’s with your friends.”

“But…” Speechless, you returned to the box. “We always hang out together on New Year’s Eve.”

“I know,” said your dad. “But maybe it’s time to start some new traditions, kiddo.”

With that, he stood and took his mug to the kitchen. Sensing he wasn’t needed for this conversation any longer, he began washing dishes and to prepare breakfast. Once he was gone, your mom moved to your couch and settled beside you.

“I… this is too much,” you said, immediately backpedaling.

“It’s not.”

“Well…” Hesitant, you considered the possibilities. “I guess Ari will be in the city for New Year’s Eve. Maybe Noelle, too. She mentioned she might go back early.”

Gently, your mom smiled. “That’s great if you want to hang out with them, but… didn’t Jimin mention going back before New Year’s?”

Startled, you glanced up. You were surprised she’d remembered. Jimin had mentioned it briefly at dinner last week – he’d said he was moving off campus, which was why he’d needed to return home to pack.

“I – he might have,” you said cautiously.

“I see.” She paused. “I just… I don’t want you feeling like you need to hold yourself back, honey.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Your mom glanced meaningfully at your phone. “I’m glad you’re taking time to yourself,” she said slowly. “It’s important to know who you are and what you want. But also – don’t feel like you need to follow someone else’s timeline when it comes to moving on.”

“I know, but…” You trailed off. “We only broke up in November.”

She shrugged. “Only you know when you’re ready, honey. I just don’t want you to keep punishing yourself for something that’s over. You’re allowed to be happy, even if you’ve messed up in the past.”

Swallowing, you glanced again at the gift. The plane ticket was for the day before New Year’s Eve. Plucking it from the box, you sat back on the couch.

“But…” you said lowly. “Mom, it’s only been two months.”

“And are you still in love with Finn?”

“No.”

“And did you learn anything from what happened this fall?”

“I… Yes. A lot.”

“Good.” Reaching out, she squeezed your hand. “Learn the lessons you need to learn, and then move on. Self-flagellation isn’t productive, Y/N.”

You nodded, still uncertain about what she was saying. Her words made sense, but everything she was saying uncovered a dormant fear. You were scared. Scared of hurting someone else, scared of being hurt by someone else in return. Your last relationship had ended so badly, it was hard to convince yourself it might be worth it to try again.

Finally, you turned to face her on the couch. “Does it ever get any easier?” you asked. “This fear of being hurt… does it ever go away?”

Something sad passed over her face. “Yes and no,” she said, pulling back her hand. “You’ll never be as innocent as you were in your first love. There’s something special about loving someone and never having been hurt before. Once you’ve gone through that kind of pain, you aren’t the same after. But… it does get easier. And better. You’ll know more about how to support this time, instead of tearing down. How to make a love stronger, instead of hanging on.”

Something about this speech gave you comfort, and you slowly nodded. Again, what she said made sense but if there was one thing you’d learned from the fall, it was no matter how great the advice was, it was impossible to take if you weren’t ready to hear it.

You continued wondering if the risk would be worth it. No matter how much you felt for Jimin, you couldn’t help but remember how you’d felt breaking up with Finn. You hadn’t been in love with him at that point and it had still been so painful. It was terrifying to imagine loving someone again and having things end the same way.

Your mom was right, though. You couldn’t keep punishing yourself for something you couldn’t change. There were several ways you could move on from here. The main question to ask yourself was whether you wanted Jimin in the picture.

“Alright,” you said softly. “Thanks, mom.”

“Anytime.” Smiling, she stood and dusted off her pants. “I’m going to see if your dad needs help making breakfast. Don’t be too long, now!”

You nodded, watching her go, and then glanced at the ticket. Your mom’s words continued to run through your mind and after a moment, you picked up your phone.

Jimin had texted back.

Jimin: I would never! [10:57 AM]

Y/N: hey, so [11:01 AM]

Y/N: I did get one non-dance gift this year. A plane flight the day before New Year’s Eve [11:02 AM]

Jimin: oh, wow! That was really nice of your parents [11:03 AM]

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes. When you opened them, you found yourself newly determined.

Y/N: when do you get back again? [11:03 AM]

His ellipses started, then stopped, then started again.

Jimin: December 28th [11:04 AM]

Y/N: what are your New Year’s Eve plans? [11:04 AM]

For a moment, he didn’t respond, and you felt your heart catch. Maybe you’d misread things. Maybe Jimin had moved on and didn’t care about you anymore. Maybe he didn’t want you to tell him you were ready.

Jimin: I’m free 😊 [11:05 AM]

Jimin: want to be my New Year’s Eve date? [11:05 AM]

Smiling ear to ear, you responded.

Y/N: yes. Please [11:06 AM]

On the actual day of New Year’s Eve, you found yourself stressed beyond belief. Standing in front of the mirror of your dorm room, you adjusted your dress and worried over the hemline. Jimin had arranged to meet you around 7:00 PM and it was dangerously close to 6:55.

“Is the dress too short?” you asked, turning a little to face Noelle. “It is New Year’s Eve in the city. Should I wear pants, or something? Will I be cold?”

Noelle considered, then shrugged. “Just drink more. Problem solved!”

Snorting, you turned back to the mirror. Nervously, you smoothed down the front of your dress. You’d bought it at an after-Christmas sale and had fallen instantly in love. It had seemed perfect at the time, but now you were having second thoughts about the thin straps and tight bodice.

“Alright, so Y/N.” Noelle changed the subject. “Here’s the plan. Are you listening?”

Hiding a smile, you adjusted an earring. “Listening.”

“Good. Okay, so Ari and I will be at a party uptown. If the date goes badly, just say the word and we’ll call you a cab. You can be ringing in the new year with us within the hour.”

“Perfect,” you said. “It’s good to have a back-up.”

“It is.” Noelle paused. “Not that I think you’ll need this, of course.”

“Well, you never know.”

“Please.” She snorted. “What’s Jimin going to do? Be too charming? Too respectful of boundaries? Wear pants that show off his ass a little too much?”

“Noelle!”

She laughed, coming to a stop alongside you. Noelle wore a sparkly dress which made her skin glow, although this may have been the glitter dusted over her shoulders. Looking at herself in the mirror, she fluffed her hair.

“Seriously,” she said, meeting your gaze. “You’re going to be fine.”

“I know, I know.” Shaking out your arms, you forced yourself to exhale. “I’m just nervous, that’s all. It’s been a long time since I went on a first date.”

Noelle considered. “That’s true. Allow me to give you some dating tips, then.”

Laughing, you turned around and sat on the futon. “By all means.”

“Alright – number one.” Noelle removed lipstick from her purse. “Don’t order anything with garlic. I know, that sucks because garlic is everything, but no one wants to make out while they have garlic breath. Rule number two!”

“Whoa, whoa,” you said. “Who said anything about making out?”

Noelle gave you a pointed look. “Just in case it should happen…”

Shaking your head, you sunk back on the futon, but you knew she was right. Tonight was New Year’s Eve, after all. Ideally, you’d like to do more than kiss Jimin, but this seemed like too much of a jinx to say out loud.

Mentally, you agreed to the ‘no garlic’ rule.

“What else?” you prompted.

“Let’s see.” Noelle began to reapply her lipstick. “Relax.”

“What?”

Glancing at you in the mirror, she raised both brows. “I can see your shoulders tensing from here, babe. Just relax, okay? Tonight will be fine. You’re just hanging out with Jimin. You’ve done that before.”

“I know,” you groaned, lowering your face to your hands. “For some reason though, I’m very aware of the ‘date’ aspect of tonight. I don’t know why.”

When you looked up, Noelle gave you a sympathetic look, but before she could say more there came a knock at the door. Half-standing, you moved to open it, but Noelle shooed you back.

“Rule number three,” she said as she crossed the room. “Never answer the door for your own date.”

“What?” you laughed, although you sat back down on the futon.

Grabbing the handle, Noelle pulled open the door. Blocking you from view, she leaned her shoulder against the frame.

“Password?”

“What?” came Jimin’s voice, sounding confused.

“That’s correct!” Noelle stepped aside.

As you stood, you saw Jimin for the first time. He wore a pea coat over his outfit, his dark hair pushed back from his face in a devastating manner. When he saw you, Jimin froze, and you saw his eyes widen.

Silently, you congratulated yourself on having picked the right outfit. His gaze slowly trailed your body, lingering in places which made your cheeks heat. When he returned to your face, he slowly exhaled.

“Hey,” he said. “You… you look beautiful.”

Smiling back, you found yourself at a loss for words. “So do you.”

Jimin grinned and you stood there, smiling at each other like idiots until Noelle cleared her throat.

“Well,” she said, side-stepping Jimin to grab her coat. “I’m going to head over to Ari’s. You kids be safe, okay?”

“We will,” you laughed.

Noelle left in a flurry of kisses and glitter, waving goodbye as she stepped out the door. Jimin turned to face you once she was gone, offering a smile.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked. “I brought you these.”

From behind his back, he pulled out pink peonies, which made you gasp. They were your favorites, a little limp from the cold, but still beautiful. Taking them gently from him, you turned them over in your hands.

“They’re wonderful,” you said happily. “Thank you.”

Jimin smiled. “I’m glad you like them.”

Glancing around, you found a clean glass near the sink and filled this with water. Arranging the peonies on your desk, you took a step back and cocked your head. You’d always thought the idea of flowers on dates was kind of cheesy, but now that you’d experienced it in person, it seemed unimaginably sweet.

“There,” you said, turning back. “All set.”

Jimin smiled at this, then glanced at your bare arms. “You’re going to be cold without a coat,” he said. “That’d be a bad way to start off the new year.”

“Oh – duh,” you said, hurrying towards your wardrobe.

Pulling a coat out, you slipped this over your dress and buttoned the front. As you left the room, you turned off the lights and shut the door behind you. Jimin walked with you down the hall, continually glancing your way from the corner of his eyes.

You felt oddly shy, despite this being Jimin beside you. Jimin, who you’d known since you were teenagers. Jimin, who’d been both the utter bane of your existence, along with the single person you trusted most in the world. He’d tossed you up in the air and caught you no question and somehow, this felt like the most daring thing you’d ever done.

It was strange to walk beside him, out on a date whose future held a large question mark. Excitement and uncertainty warred in your stomach, which only seemed to exacerbate the situation. You felt as though you stood on the edge of a precipice, staring into a ravine with no discernable bottom.

As you left the building, snowflakes swirled in the sky up above and you looked up in surprise.

“Oh,” you exhaled, breath frosting before you. “I didn’t realize it was snowing!”

“Yeah.” Jimin grinned, tilting back his head. “Snow is my favorite weather, actually.”

“The wet and the cold does it that much for you, huh, Park?”

“That, and the romance of it all.”

Your smile softened a little as you fell into step alongside him. The snow continued to drift as you walked, melting as soon as it touched the pavement.

“So, where are we going?” you wondered, glancing at him. “You said you’d tell me once you picked me up and I’ve got news for you, Jimin. I’m here. I’ve been picked up.”

“Right, sure.” He shoved both hands in his pockets. “I made a reservation at this restaurant around the corner. The food’s really good so I hope you’ll like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

“Huh.” Jimin paused. “That was easy.”

You shrugged. “I’m just excited for tonight. That’s all.”

His gaze softened a little when he glanced at you. “Me, too.”

Smiling, you continued to walk alongside him. New Year’s Eve in the city was a grand affair. The sidewalks were still lit with holiday lights, people hurrying past in brightly colored coats. Privately, you were glad Jimin had made a reservation at a restaurant instead of trying to brave a club or a bar. You’d heard horror stories from people who paid extravagantly to get into a club, only to spend the entire night waiting in line at the bar.

Turning the corner, you saw the restaurant Jimin had chosen and brightened. It was one you’d walked past several times and always wanted to try but had never found time.

Jimin held open the door as you entered. The inside still had their holiday decorations up, garland strung across every surface with tiny, white fairy lights hung up above. Everyone who was dining wore formal attire, laughing and chatting in the glow of the fireplace. The food smelled amazing and immediately, your mouth watered.

Joining the line at the hostess stand, you waited for the couple before you to leave and then Jimin stepped up.

“Park,” he told her. “Party of two.”

The hostess smiled, nodding as she flipped through her notebook. “One moment, please.” The longer she looked though, the more her face fell. After a moment, she glanced up. “Park, you said?”

“Yes.” Jimin nodded. “P-a-r-k.”

The woman nodded, flipping through her notebook again as though the name might magically appear.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, glancing up again. “There seems to be some kind of mistake. I don’t have you listed as a reservation.”

Jimin’s expression faltered. “Can you look again?” he asked, leaning forward.

The hostess nodded, running her finger down the numbered rows. “I can’t find you anywhere. Do you remember who you spoke with on the phone?”

“Rebecca.”

“Oh.” Her face immediately fell. “Rebecca left the restaurant last week. It seems a few reservations slipped through in the transition. Is there… well, before I do that – let me see what I can do,” she blurted out, turning around to rush into the restaurant.

Jimin watched her disappear and you saw his expression tighten.

Silence fell between you as you adjusted your coat. Jimin looked stressed and you weren’t sure what you should do about it. Frantically, you tried to remember times he’d been stressed during class, but before you could do or say anything, the hostess returned.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, looking harried. “The restaurant is completely booked up. I was trying to see if we could squeeze you in, but there’s just no room. I’m so sorry. Normally, only one person does the reservations, but we’ve been so busy lately...”

“It’s fine,” you said, jumping in. The poor woman looked like she was about to burst into tears. “Please, don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out.”

Jimin glanced at you, surprised, and then nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed, returning to the hostess. “Thank you so much for your help – I appreciate you trying. We actually have a back-up reservation somewhere else, so don’t worry. We’ll come back another time!”

“Oh, really?” Her entire face brightened. “That’s so good to hear. New Year’s Eve, and all. Thank you for being understanding!”

“Yes, busy night,” Jimin said with a smile. “Take care of yourself!”

The woman nodded, seeming grateful when you stepped out of line. Jimin followed your footsteps, heading towards the door and then came to a stop. Slowly, he exhaled.

“So,” you said, turning to face him. “Where are these back-up reservations?”

Jimin winced and met your gaze. “I have none,” he admitted. “She just looked so sad. I wanted to put her out of her misery.”

“Wait.” Piecing this together, you paused. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he said miserably. “I only made reservations here and that was super lucky, considering most places in the city have been booked for weeks. I don’t have any back-up plans.”

For a moment, you could only stare. “So, you said all that just so that poor hostess wouldn’t worry about a mistake her restaurant made?”

“I – well, yeah.”

You stared another moment, then started to laugh. It started out small but grew until eventually, you were wiping tears of mirth from your eyes.

Jimin watched you laugh, seeming thoroughly confused. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just…” Shaking your head, you paused to catch your breath. “You’re unreal. Most people would be super stressed about New Year’s Eve plans falling through, but here you are lying to make a hostess’ night better.”

He blinked, still uncertain. “I’m… sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize!” you insisted as you straightened. “It’s… wonderful,” you said to him shyly. “I like that about you.”

Slowly, his expression changed. “I really don’t have other plans, though,” he admitted. “I wasn’t lying about that. And I am stressed about my reservation falling through. I wanted this night to be perfect.”

The sweetness of this made your heart start to melt and newly determined, you nodded.

“We can fix this,” you said. “We’ll just go somewhere else.”

“Like where?”

“Like...” You paused. “We could hang out at my dorm. Or at your apartment! One of our kitchens has to be free, right? We could make dinner and hang out, watch the ball drop.”

“We could go to my place,” said Jimin slowly. “Hoseok and Alex are at a New Year’s Eve party uptown. We’d have the kitchen to ourselves.”

“Perfect,” you said. “Let’s go there.”

“I should warn you, though – I can only really cook one thing.”

“Spaghetti-o’s?”

“Okay, two things.”

You laughed. “So, what’s the first thing?”

“A pasta dish they taught us in Senior Foods class. But it’s nothing fancy.”

“Perfect.” You shrugged. “That will go nicely with my contribution of store-bought bread and olive oil.”

Jimin started to grin. “Alright, then, it’s settled. Let’s go to my place.”

You smiled when he opened the door, following him onto the sidewalk. Jimin’s new apartment was a few blocks away, but time passed quickly with him beside you. Oddly enough, the mishap at the restaurant seemed to have cleared some of the lingering awkwardness.

Noelle had been right, you realized – you had nothing to worry about while you were with Jimin.

He talked while you walked, detailing the ongoing fight at his apartment about some posters Hoseok wanted to hang. This segued into the general ridiculousness of New Year’s Eve – a topic you wholeheartedly agreed with.

“It’s stressful,” Jimin complained as you walked. “Everyone’s always asking about your resolution, you need to find someone to kiss at midnight, and there’s that super awkward moment with the countdown and your date…”

You laughed, grabbing a basket as you entered the grocery store. Jimin had suggested you stop by, since he didn’t have much food at his place.

“Doesn’t the countdown make it easier?” you joked. “It really dumbs the whole process down. Fool-proof.”

“Well, sure,” Jimin said. “But then you end up staring awkwardly at someone for ten seconds while you slowly lean forward and wonder when you should blink.”

Laughing, you reached on tiptoe for a loaf of bread. “Alright, you got me there,” you admitted. “I’ve never had a proper New Year’s Eve, anyways. I’ve always been dating someone and then, it’s just kind of assumed you’ll kiss. None of the magic you see in the movies.”

Jimin nodded. “Most of that’s just movie magic, though. You aren’t missing much – trust me.”

“I don’t know,” you said as you turned the next corner. “The anticipation sounds kind of nice. Wondering if someone will kiss you back, if they’re thinking about you the same way you are…”

Jimin made a humming noise, low in his throat.

Coming to a stop, he reached overhead to grab some pasta. Putting this in your basket, Jimin casually brushed your arm as you met his faze. Fighting back a shiver, you tried to remember what you’d been saying.

Giving a smile, Jimin continued forward and kept shopping. You stared after him a moment before your gaze dropped to his ass. Inhaling quickly, you remembered Noelle’s comment about Jimin’s tight pants. She hadn’t been wrong about that. Hurrying along, you quickly caught up.

Grabbing another jar, Jimin placed this in the basket. When he caught your eye again, he grinned, his hair falling forward. The sight made your heart flip-flop in your chest.

As you entered the check-out line, Jimin came to a stop alongside you. His gaze traveled the store, eyes widening when he glanced over your shoulder.

“What’s that?” Jimin gasped.

Startled, you turned. “What’s – hey!” you blurted when he took your basket.

Grinning widely, Jimin placed the food before the cashier. “Too slow.”

“Jimin, come on,” you said, slightly flustered. “I can pay. I –”

“You can pay next time, if you want.”

This shut you up and you stared at him a moment before you stepped forward.

“There’s… going to be a next time?” you said.

Jimin glanced in your direction. “If you want there to be.”

“I do,” you said softly, and he smiled.

Taking another step forward, he pulled out his wallet to pay and you let him – this time, anyways. Outside, it seemed to have grown colder since your arrival and you shivered as you exited the shop. Noticing this, Jimin immediately undid his scarf from around his neck.

“Here,” he said, handing it over. “I don’t need this.”

“But then you’ll be cold,” you pointed out, accepting it anyways.

“I’ll jog in place to keep warm.”

“… With me walking beside you?”

“Yep.”

You laughed, even more so when Jimin began to demonstrate. He jogged for a few steps, then slowed to a walk.

“Changed my mind,” he said with a wince. “I’d rather be cold.”

You laughed, cheeks starting to hurt from both this and the wind. Jimin’s apartment wasn’t far, although it did turn out to be a third-floor walk-up. This left you slightly winded when you arrived at his place, to which Jimin shrugged and said the rent had been cheap.

Opening his front door, he led the way into – boxes. Tons of them, although most of the furniture had been set up around them. Jimin fumbled for a light, flicking this on and setting down the groceries.

“Most of the boxes are Alex’s,” he sighed, looking around. “Hoseok and I have a secret deal we’re going to unpack him ourselves if he doesn’t do it by Monday.”

“That doesn’t sound like much of a detriment to Alex.”

“I never said what we planned on doing with his things once we unpacked.”

You laughed, undoing your coat to set aside. Glancing around, you saw Jimin was right. Most of the boxes were scrawled in the same handwriting. Beyond them, you saw the living room had been mostly set up with a couch and TV.

To your right lay the kitchen, in which Jimin was already unloading the groceries. Beyond him was a hallway, through which you assumed were their bedrooms and bathrooms. Wandering back to Jimin, you realized he was staring.

“What?” you said, coming to a stop. “Did I spill something on my dress in the store?”

“No,” Jimin murmured, shaking his head. “I just… I know I said this before, but you really do look incredible.”

“Oh.”

Looking at him, you felt your face growing hot. Jimin smiled and ducked his head, resumed pulling things out of the bag. Stepping from your shoes to place in the hall, you returned to the kitchen and pulled out a stool.

Sitting down, you propped your chin in your hand. “Aren’t you going to take off your coat?”

Glancing down, Jimin blinked. “Oh,” he laughed, undoing the buttons. “I forgot I was wearing it.”

You smiled, but this quickly disappeared when you saw what he was wearing. Jimin had worn a dark blazer and trousers, paired with a paisley shirt and black boots. He looked ridiculously good and again, Noelle’s comment about his ass came to mind.

She’d been correct – his pants were well-shaped and well-formed.

After removing both coat and shoes, Jimin returned to the kitchen and pushed a hand through his hair. You watched him get to work, leaning forward a bit when he began to dice vegetables. Immediately, your brows raised. It seemed Jimin had undersold his skills in the kitchen.

When you said as much, he laughed.

“Maybe a little,” Jimin said. As he pushed veggies from the cutting board, the pan began to sizzle. “It’s all part of my master plan. Set expectations low, then over-deliver.”

“It’s working,” you said with a laugh. “You seem pretty damn impressive to me.”

Jimin’s cheeks reddened. “You’re just saying that.”

“Why would I lie?”

“I seem to remember some shocking texts about my junk and dancer’s belts. You could just be after my body, Y/N.”

“I – that’s not!”

He looked up and grinned. “Kidding.”

Flustered, you blurted, “That wasn’t nice!”

Jimin laughed. “I’m sorry.”

You huffed, waiting a minute before you continued. “You do look really good right now, though,” you said softly.

He looked up, eyes wide. As much as Jimin said he enjoyed being liked, it seemed to throw him for a loop whenever you said you liked him. It made you pause, mulling over this for a minute.

“You seem surprised,” you said quietly. “Whenever I say things like that, you always look surprised.”

“Well…” Jimin hesitated. “I just think… there’s been a lot of times where I never thought this would happen. It feels kind of unreal have you here. In my kitchen. On a date.”

“Times after November?”

Jimin paused.

Your brow furrowed. “Before then?”

Opening the pasta, Jimin added this to the pot. He stared into the steam, slowly exhaling before he looked up.

“Let’s just say I’ve wanted this for a while,” he admitted.

“What? But you hated me before Russet.”

“I…” Jimin trailed off. “Kind of. It’s complicated.”

When he failed to elaborate and returned to his cooking, your eyebrows shot up.

“Uh, no,” you laughed. “You can’t just say that and not explain what you mean. What are you talking about?”

Jimin winced as he set down his spoon. “Okay,” he said, gripping the counter. “I guess what I’m saying is I never really hated you. Not truly.”

“You didn’t.”

“No.” He spoke flatly.

“But…” Confused, you searched his face. “You’ve hated me ever since we met, Jimin. That first weekend at NUVO dance competition. We were both called out to demonstrate and you tripped me!”

“Well, maybe that’s not exactly what happened.”

“What are you talking about?”

Jimin released a low breath. “Okay, so here’s the thing. That weekend happened a little differently from my perspective.”

“How so?”

“We were both called out to demonstrate,” he said, repeating your words. “But I hadn’t seen you before then. When we both reached center and I turned and saw you – I froze. I couldn’t remember how to act. Every thought I’d ever had just… flew out of my head.”

You stared at him, speechless.

“I didn’t know what to do,” Jimin continued softly. “I’d never felt like that before. When you started to dance, it only got worse. I’d never seen someone dance like you did. That’s why I entered the combination late. That’s why I was in the wrong spot at the wrong time and that’s why I accidentally tripped you. I was… well, I was distracted.”

“By me,” you whispered. “You were distracted by… me?”

“Yeah.”

“So,” you said, breath catching. “This entire time, you haven’t really hated me?”

“Ah, I don’t know about that.” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck. “You could be really infuriating,” he said with a laugh. “There were times when you genuinely pissed me off. I meant it when I said I wanted to win against you. But also… I don’t know. I never really forgot the first time I saw you.”

“Oh,” you whispered, unsure what you were feeling.

It made your head spin to hear this different version of events. Jimin hadn’t hated you – at least, not in the same way you had. He hadn’t been the one to make the first move after all. You had when you’d decided not to listen to his apology.

“Oh my god,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“Hey – what’s wrong?”

Dropping his spoon to the counter, Jimin came around and stood beside you. Keeping your head down, you refused to look up until Jimin touched your arm.

“I just,” you exhaled, turning to face him. “It was my fault. This entire time, I thought you hated me and that’s why I hated you. But instead, I just decided to hate you – and for what?”

Jimin’s upper lip twitched. “I wasn’t entirely blameless, you know. I was such a little shit at that age. I wouldn’t have believed me, either.”

“You tried to apologize, though!”

“Hey.” Gently, he gripped your elbows. “If it makes you feel any better, I did trip people just to get to the front. I was an ass. It’s why that Jungkook guy hates me. I started dancing later in life, so I was really hung up on proving myself.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t true,” you told him. “You didn’t trip me on purpose, and if I’d only been less stubborn –”

“Whoa, hey.” Jimin smiled. “You weren’t the only stubborn one. Maybe it started off as a misunderstanding, but I didn’t really fight it. You were my competition as much as I was yours.”

“I guess,” you said quietly. “I just… I feel like I wasted so much time hating you. Maybe we could’ve even been friends.”

His gaze sparked. “Just friends?” he asked with a quirk of his brow.

“Jimin,” you groaned, but started to smile.

“Listen.” Expression softening, Jimin moved closer. “Even if I had decided to explain all this in high school, would you have believed me?”

“Probably not.”

“Exactly. I was a dick back then.” He nodded. “Remember that one time I lied and told you the awards ceremony had been pushed back an hour?”

Sitting up straighter, you glared. “Oh, I remember. I showed up after they’d already taken the photo for Top Junior solos.”

Jimin grinned. “Or the time I put an out of order sign on the women's restroom after your solo at BRAVO, so you had to run all the way across the auditorium?”

“That was you!” you blurted out, wide-eyed. “No one would believe me when I said it was! Every girl was so pissed off at you that weekend.”

“Which is exactly why I could never admit it was me!”

In disbelief, you shook your head. “You did all of that just to get back at me?”

Jimin’s smile disappeared. “Hey, you weren’t innocent either,” he argued. “Remember the time you spilled an entire water bottle next to my bag so that when I sat down, my ass got all wet?”

Devious, you smiled. “Honestly, there was kind of an ulterior motive there. As much as I hated you, your ass looks great in damp sweats.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped a little.

Managing to shut this, he took a casual step forward. “Is that what you thought?” he murmured, barely able to conceal the thickness in his voice.

“I… may have noticed a few things about you.”

When he placed a hand next to you on the counter, your breath hitched in response. Jimin repeated this with his other hand, bringing his body a step closer to yours.

Hesitant, his gaze roamed your face. “What else did you notice?”

“I…” you exhaled and glanced at his lips.

The air between you could have been cut with a knife, heated for a different reason than the stove beside you. Which – eyes widening, you glanced over.

“Shit!” you blurted. “Jimin, the pasta!”

Startled, he looked in the same direction as you and realized the water was boiling. Rushing away, Jimin entered the kitchen and turned down the burner. Now that you were separated by a solid counter, you felt somewhat dazed when you glanced up and saw him.

Meeting your gaze, Jimin came to a stop. “Anyways,” he said softly. “Now, you know. I didn’t trip you on purpose. I never really hated you. And I’m incredibly glad you’re here tonight.”

Watching him speak, something warm bloomed in your chest.

“Me, too,” you whispered.

Smiling, Jimin returned to the pasta and you settled back on the stool. Delicious scents soon filled the kitchen and you realized how truly hungry you were. You hadn’t eaten much at lunch in preparation and by now, you were famished.

It wasn’t long before Jimin placed pasta onto plates, adding the bread you’d cut up on the side. He brought these to his table, disappearing briefly to return with two candles.

“Oo,” you said as you took a seat. “Fancy.”

Jimin lit the one closest to you with a flourish. “We aim to please, here at Park Jimin’s Fine Eating and Dining.”

“Is that the name of your restaurant?”

“It is.”

“And you’re set on that decision?”

“I decided on a whim, but I have no regrets,” Jimin said, taking a seat across from you. “Now, eat before you piss off the chef and he takes back your food.”

Laughing, you dug into the pasta before you. It was delicious and, after the very first bite, you sighed in appreciation. Apparently, Jimin had truly set the bar low. Conversation began to flow, any lingering tension disappeared after talk of your past.

It was the oddest thing. You’d heard stories from friends about other first dates. They worried about how to behave, what to wear, or what to say to their date – but none of these worries seemed to exist for you in the moment. You’d been so concerned before the night began, but now that you were here, all these worries seemed to fly out the window.

You’d thought you’d spend the entire night comparing. Comparing Jimin to your last relationship, comparing Jimin as a date to Jimin as a friend, but instead, it felt like natural progression. It wasn’t a matter of comparing Jimin to anyone else, but rather simply enjoying where the night led.

After dinner, you insisted on helping clean because Jimin had cooked and bought the food. Donning rubber gloves over your dress, you stood at the sink and began to wash dishes. Jimin laughed as he joined, pulling on gloves to dry the dishes beside you. Once this was done, he suggested watching a movie before the ball dropped.

Collapsing onto the sofa, you adjusted your dress and scanned the room. The posters Jimin had bemoaned were now hung over the TV – you wondered if Hoseok had managed to somehow sneak them past his roommates. Small touches here and there made you think of Jimin.

A game he’d mentioned was out on the coffee table and a blanket which smelled like him was draped over a chair. Pulling this towards you, you wrapped it around yourself as Jimin left the kitchen.

Holding two glasses of wine, he paused when he saw you.

“What?” you said, glancing down.

“Nothing.” Jimin cleared his throat. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” you admitted, tugged his blanket closer.

“Shoot.” Jimin frowned. “The heat’s been weird since we moved in. I’m not sure how to fix – oh!” Setting the glasses down, he rushed towards the hall. “Do you want a sweatshirt?” he called.

“Yes, please!”

Jimin reappeared moments later, a navy sweatshirt in hand. Handing this over, he settled beside you on the sofa. He’d ditched his blazer and now, Jimin was dressed in only the paisley shirt and slacks.

Pulling his sweatshirt overhead, you somehow managed to get stuck right away. It was hard not to, with your hair and the dress, trying not to flash him while you kept your legs crossed.

After a moment of watching your undignified struggling, Jimin cleared his throat.

“Need help?”

“Yes, please,” you said weakly.

Jimin laughed, helping you free and once the hoodie was settled, you sighed and leaned back. Glancing sideways at Jimin, you found him already looking at you.

“What do you want to watch?” you asked.

Jimin blinked, then glanced at the TV. “Hm,” he mused, grabbing the remote. “We could watch the ball drop and enjoy the fact that we’re sitting inside, not standing in the freezing cold without any bathrooms.”

“I know!” you said with a shudder. “Out of all the stupid traditions, that’s one I’ll never understand.”

“How do so many people have it on their bucket list?”

“Right? That, and the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Zero out of ten. It’s cold, there’s wind and again, there’s the question of bathrooms.”

Jimin laughed as he scrolled through the channels. “Alright, so no to the ball drop. Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure.”

“What movie?”

“Why’re you making me pick?” you whined, sinking deeper into his cushions. “That’s such a large amount of pressure.”

“Exactly, which is why I don’t want to do it.”

You laughed and after some back and forth, decided to watch About Time. This was a movie about obstacles and falling in love, which seemed more than fitting because of the new year. At first, you and Jimin were watching diligently but eventually, he asked a question and conversation slowly drifted from the movie.

At some point, Jimin lowered the volume to focus solely on you. You curled deeper into the couch beside him, your thighs somehow touching and shoulders inches apart. Jimin’s head leaned against the cushion and he continued to smile in a way which made your heart flip.

“Here’s a question,” you murmured, no longer pretending to watch the movie.

His eyes gleamed in the darkness. “What?”

“Why’d you tell Sabrina you only wanted to be friends?”

Briefly, his eyes widened. “How did… you know about that?”

“She told me.”

“Hm.” Jimin gave you a dubious look but moved past it. Sabrina had begun hanging out with your friends as of late. “But alright, I’ll answer. If I do though, you need to answer one of my questions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“So, I was single when I came to Russet.” Jimin paused. “It was the first time in a long time, and I may have hooked up with a couple of people.”

“Hm,” you said tightly.

His eyes danced with amusement. “Jealous?”

“Answer the question.”

He laughed. “Anyways, I only hooked up with Sabrina the one time. Afterwards…” Jimin sighed. “I felt kind of weird about her asking me to switch partners. Then I overheard what she said about Ari at weigh-ins and just didn’t feel like anything more... Plus, there was the other reason.”

“And what was the other reason?”

“I was starting to like you,” he said, a bit softer. “The day you said you wanted to be friends was a giant weight from my chest. And the more relaxed you were around me, the more… I don’t know. The more I liked you, I guess. My mom has always called me her hopeless romantic,” Jimin said with a smile. “I don’t know about that, but I can be single-minded when I like someone. That was part of the reason I told Sabrina we shouldn’t hook up anymore.”

“Oh,” you whispered.

His smile turned lopsided. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yeah. I guess it does.”

“My turn, then.” Smile disappearing, his gaze darkened. “Why did you really call me that night at the club?”

“Oh. That. Well, I –”

“And don’t say it was because I had a car,” Jimin interrupted. “There were a lot of people you could’ve called to help. You didn’t, though. You called me. Why?”

You hesitated before you realized there was only one answer. “I wanted to see you,” you said honestly. “I was scared, I was alone and… you were the person I wanted to see.”

Jimin’s gaze had become nearly black, the air between you thick with something unsaid. You were suddenly conscious of all each part of your body pressed to his. When Jimin shifted on the couch, you moved somehow closer.

He hesitated, then glanced at your mouth. “I don’t…” Jimin licked his lips, sounding hoarse. “I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“You won’t,” you told him.

Something uncertain passed over his face. “Maybe we should take things slow.”

“Or,” you said slowly. “I could tell you things I like about you, instead.”

“And what would be the point of that?”

Your gaze shifted to his. “You’ve told me a lot tonight about how much you like me,” you said softly. “About how long you’ve liked me. I think it’s time I returned the favor.”

Something in his gaze cracked and he nodded. The TV in the background was quiet, only the noise from the street and the whoosh of the heater breaking the silence.

“First,” you said, glancing down at his lap. “You have really nice hands.”

Jimin’s lips twitched. “My hands? I’ve always thought they were small.”

“Wrong. They’re the perfect size. Never have they dropped me.”

“Mm, that’s a good point.”

“And your smile,” you said.

“What about it?”

“I like your smile,” you told him. “It makes me smile.”

His eyes crinkled in demonstration. “Oh, yeah?”

“And your ears.”

Jimin laughed. “My ears?”

Reaching out, you delicately traced over an edge. “I’ve spent a long time looking at your profile, Park. I know what I’m talking about here.”

As your fingers moved lower, feather-light down his jaw, Jimin’s smile disappeared.

“I like your jaw, too,” you told him.

In the darkness, his gaze glinted, and you felt his jaw tense.

“And your lips,” you added, gaze lowering. “I like those a lot.”

“Y/N…” Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Yeah?”

He slowly exhaled. “I just don’t want you to regret this.”

“Jimin.”

He opened his eyes.

Your expression was serious. “I told you I wouldn’t jump into something before I was ready,” you said, lifting your other hand. “But I’m not in love with Finn anymore. It doesn’t hurt when I think about what happened last semester. I like you, Jimin. I want you. I don’t want to keep pushing you away. I get if you’re unsure about this, though. If you’re unsure about me.”

Jimin’s gaze roamed your face. “Unsure?”

“I know I hurt you before. I shouldn’t have kissed you and ran away. But I promise this isn’t like that. I’m not running away. I’m the furthest thing from running and I –”

Cutting you off, Jimin pressed his lips to yours.

You shuddered a little, leaning into his kiss before he pulled back. Jimin exhaled, barely a breath before he kissed you again.

Noses brushing, lips lingering, the kiss slowly deepened. Your hands curled into his hair, pulling him forward to bask in his warmth. It was dizzying, how different this felt than last time. Last time you’d been heartbroken, desperately yearning each time your lips had touched.

Now, Jimin felt like air, like sunshine as you drowned in his presence. Hand grasping your waist, Jimin moved you closer so your chest nestled to his. Lifting his fingers, his touch skimmed your jaw, your hairline before he circled the nape of your neck.

Drawing away, he bit down on your lip. With a low sort of moan, Jimin sought your lips again. When his mouth opened yours, his tongue swept forward and you nearly combusted.

This was only to tease, though. Only to taste before he pulled away, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Thumb skimming your jawline, Jimin tilted your head back to brush a kiss to your throat. Moving higher, he worshiped a slow path up the column of your neck. At your ear, he nipped gently before he returned.

Now, his kisses began to deepen. Mouths opening, your tongues brushed only briefly before he chose to withdraw. You were glad you were kissing on the couch, because suddenly your own legs felt weak underneath you.

Hand re-gripping his waist, Jimin pulled you against him. Eager, your hands found his neck and the blanket dropped to the floor. It wasn’t enough, though – you needed more, wanted to feel him fully beneath you. Rising on your knees, you swung a leg over his lap and settled on top.

Jimin hissed, his head hitting the back of his couch. Your dress had ridden up in the process, exposing your thighs – his thumbs skimmed the surface before he looked up.

“Shit,” Jimin croaked.

Smiling, you bent to kiss him again. Jimin arched upwards, each part of your body electric where you touched. He shifted his hips, granting friction and heat which made you short-circuit. Pressing yourself closer, your thighs sild backwards until they nestled around his waist.

Jimin’s hand found your spine, pulling you closer as his hips pushed upwards. You groaned when you felt him shift underneath you. The kisses grew steadily hotter, this ache in your core increasing with every touch.

“Can I…” Pulling away, Jimin glanced lower. “Can I take off the sweatshirt?”

“Yeah,” you said, a bit dazed.

Jimin didn’t waste time, helping you pull this swiftly overhead. It was tossed on the ground and when your dress was revealed, he inhaled.

Slipping his hands up your bodice, Jimin met your gaze. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his voice hoarse.

“Do what?”

Your breath hitched when his hands skimmed your breasts, lingering in all your softest places.

“Touch you,” Jimin said. “It was torture to see you, to look at you and not be able to do this. Not how I wanted, anyways. I’d tell myself not to think about it, but…”

“Jimin.”

He paused and looked up. “Yes?”

“Touch me. Please.”

Without hesitation, Jimin slid his hands lower. Cupping your ass, he pulled you against him and allowed his other hand to drift up your spine. You shivered, closing your eyes as your head tilted back.

His hands slid up your front, over your breasts and under the straps of your dress. Jimin’s thumbs drifted lower, brushing your nipples through the fabric of your bodice. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and saw his gaze darken.

Reaching higher, Jimin cupped the back of your neck and returned your lips to his.

He kissed you slowly, purposefully as you melted forward. Shifting against him, the kiss began to intensify. Mouths opening, your tongue swept forward in bold strokes against his. Suppressing a whimper, you ground your hips on his lap.

“Is,” you murmured, breaking free. “Is your bedroom unpacked?”

Jimin went still. “I – mostly, yeah.”

“Can I see it?”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, releasing your thighs as he stood from the couch.

You laughed, sliding down his front as your feet hit the ground. Tugging your dress down, you followed Jimin when he grabbed your hand. He pulled you down the hall, coming to a stop at the last room on the row. Pushing open the door, he flicked on the light and came to a stop.

Stepping forward, you glanced around Jimin’s room. You recognized some of the items from the two times you’d visited Jimin in the dorms. Photos of his family were carefully hung on the wall and he had the same pillows laid over his queen-sized bed.

Turning around, you took a step backwards and sat on his bed. “It’s nice,” you said, patting the comforter. “I like it here.”

Jimin watched you, his gaze half-lidded from the hall. “I like you here.”

Cheeks heating, you watched him enter and gently shut the door. Leaning back on your elbows, you arched a brow.

“Where’d we leave off?”

Jimin exhaled as he crossed the room. “I think you were on my lap,” he said hoarsely, kneeling beside you.

You nodded, moving to straddle him as he leaned to the wall. Catching your waist with both hands, Jimin pulled you against him, kissing you roughly even before you sat down. Suddenly ravenous, his hands slid to your ass as he rolled you against him. Inhaling sharply, you sucked his lower lip between teeth as he groaned.

Reaching up, Jimin tugged on your hair as you inhaled, throat exposed for him to kiss slowly down your front. When he returned to your lips, you ground your hips impatiently over the bulge in his pants.

Shifting his weight, Jimin’s spine hit the wall. He stared at you, slightly dazed with his kiss-reddened lips. Without looking away, Jimin lifted his fingers and began undoing his shirt. You stilled, watching each inch of skin be revealed. When he reached the last button, you gave in and helped push this aside. Smiling, Jimin sat up as his shirt fell to the floor.

You weren’t sure where to look first. Hands faltering, you slid them up his abs, over his shoulders and down his biceps. He was so perfect, it almost hurt to look at. Jimin’s breath quickened as you touched him and slowly, he lowered you down to the bed.

“Enough,” he said roughly, returning your lips to his.

As you kissed it turned lazy, nothing but grinding and touching. Jimin’s hair was messy beneath the pull of your fingers. He didn’t seem to mind, his own hands digging into the curve of your thigh. Playing with the hem of your dress, he deftly slid upwards.

“Jimin,” you said, breaking free. “Unzip me.”

His gaze darkened. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Jimin nodded, following suit when you sat up beside him. Turning around, you exposed your back and Jimin began to lower the zipper. He moved slowly, taking his time as his fingers brushed skin. Holding the dress up with your hands, you waited until it was fully unzipped before releasing it to the floor.

Turning around, you found Jimin’s jaw slack.

“You…” He roughly inhaled while he scanned your body. “Lace, Y/N? Really?”

“Do you like it?” you asked.

You may have gone overboard preparing for tonight. Although you hadn’t been sure what would happen, you also hadn’t wanted to be caught off your guard. Tonight, your constant need to plan had come in handy. Beneath your dress you’d worn a crimson lace bra and panties – a matching set which Jimin seemed to like, based on his expression.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, lowering his lips to your neck.

Kissing slowly down your chest, he came to a stop where the two halves joined together. Skimming the length of your torso, his hands trembled a little when he brushed the lace.

Jimin looked up. “I’m sorry I keep touching you,” he murmured. “I just – you’re driving me crazy. You’ve been driving me crazy.”

“You said that before,” you whispered.

“I meant it.”

Kissing again up your body, he lingered in places your skin was exposed. Inhaling, your eyes fluttered shut as you grasped his shoulders.

Jimin’s hand slid between your thighs. “Part them,” he murmured, and you obeyed.

Heart racing, you opened your eyes and watched Jimin drag a finger slowly up the center of your panties. Even you could feel how damp the fabric was, how wet and ready you were for him.

Lifting his finger to his lips, Jimin sucked. “You’re soaking,” he breathed, sounding eager. “So good to me.”

Lowering his head, his tongue flicked your breast. Teasing the nipple through fabric, he urged and he sucked until it was fully erect. Moving onto the next one, Jimin grazed with his teeth until it pressed wantonly into the lace cup of your bra. Moaning his name, you arched against him.

Finding your wrists, Jimin pinned you backwards as he continued. Thighs caging your waist, he kept you hostage with his exquisite torture. The lace of your bra was now drenched, Jimin sucking debauchedly through fabric.

“Jimin,” you groaned, twisting on the sheets. “Please.”

His hips rolled lazily against your center. “Not yet,” he insisted before pulling back. “Not until you make a mess of my sheets. Want to ruin these panties.”

Sliding a hand between your thighs, he lightly circled your entrance. Feeling how wet you were, Jimin softly groaned. Sitting back on his heels, he finally relented and pulled your panties down. Tossing these to the floor, he returned to your thighs and spread your legs.

Lightly, Jimin dragged the pads of his thumbs up and down your panty line. “God, you’re so perfect,” he murmured. “Got my sheets fucking soaked.”

Separating two of his fingers, he slowly dragged his digits up and down your folds. You inhaled, feeling needy while you watched him touch you. Each brush of his fingers had you dripping – teasing over your entrance, he refused to give you exactly what you wanted. Feather-light, Jimin circled your swollen clit with his finger.

Hands gripping the sheets, you could only stare while Jimin brought you closer and closer to the edge. He was barely touching you, but it was the most turned on you’d ever been in your life. Jimin’s thumb swiped over your clit, rubbing you gently as you keened in frustration, arching against him.

He continued like this until you were gasping, begging for more and then – only then – did he slide a finger inside you. Legs trembling, you arched on his mattress and stared at him, glassy-eyed. When Jimin began to move in and out, you lost all control.

Lowering his head, he closed his lips over your clit.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered as you broke apart.

Barely did he suck before you were coming undone, pulsing around his fingers. Shuddering with pleasure, you collapsed on the bed as you rode out your high. Gently, Jimin pulled out his finger and returned to your lips.

Reaching behind you, he undid the clasp of your bra and tossed this on the floor. Once you were fully naked, he pulled you against him. You felt limp, thoroughly sated, but familiar excitement began to stir at his front pressed to yours. Tilting your head, he gently kissed you while your fingers wound in his hair.

Jimin moved slow, letting you take the lead. Your core continued to throb with oversensitivity, although this seemed to lessen the longer you kissed him. Before long, your nipples were hardening as you rubbed against him. Fingers digging into your thigh, Jimin pulled this over his hip to watch you lazily grind.

Realizing he still wore pants, you lowered a hand, determined to fix this. Jimin helped, dragging the zipper down to throw both these and his boxers down on the floor.

He bent to kiss you again, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Wait,” you murmured. “I want to see you.”

Jimin exhaled, leaning back so you could take in his body. If you’d thought his chest was unreal, it was nothing compared to his trim hips, sculpted thighs and cock nestled between.

“Oh,” you said, dragging a hand down his front.

Jimin shuddered a little. He was already hard, his cock thick and pretty with a reddened tip. It made your mouth water to look at, wanting to lick up the shaft. Reaching between you, you closed your fist around him and slowly jerked him off.

You watched in fascination as Jimin responded. His jaw tightened, abs tense while you teased over his frenulum. His cock responded instinctively, hardening further the longer you touched him.

After a few minutes of this, Jimin shook his head. “No more,” he said huskily, taking your hand in his. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”

“Oh?” you murmured, gaze darting lower.

He chuckled, a rough sound in his throat. “I like watching you come,” Jimin confessed, his cock hard between you. “It turns me on. I’m… still trying to recover from your last orgasm.”

“Oh,” you said, in a completely different way.

Jimin exhaled, hair falling forward. “I hope that doesn’t weird you out.”

“Does it… weird me out that you like giving orgasms?”

“Well, when you put it like that.”

“How else would I put it?”

His grin became devious. “You could ask for another.”

Breathless, you nodded and Jimin’s gaze darkened.

He descended your body, not wasting any time as he positioned himself between your legs. Licking slow up your center, you gasped and instinctively drew your legs higher. Jimin didn’t bother easing you into it. No, now he ate you out like he wanted to.

Kissing your folds, he returned to your clit and sucked this into his mouth. Rolling the sensitive bud with his tongue, he teased and released before you knew what was happening. He continued to do this, spreading you underneath him and bringing you close to coming, only to pull back and leave you maddeningly empty.

Spreading your folds, he began licking sweetly over your clit. This was followed by loose, lazy sucking and more tender flicks. You stared dazedly at him between your legs, the sight more erotic than anything you could’ve imagined.

Grinding his cock into the sheets, Jimin thrust his hips while he pleasured you. You could tell he enjoyed this; each grunt from his lips was more affirmation. Moving lower, he circled your cunt with his tongue just to lap up your juices. You gasped at the sensation, having never felt it before. Flicking your clit with his thumb, Jimin fucked your cunt with his tongue before he slowly withdrew.

Spreading you wide, he returned to your clit and you clasped a hand over your lips before a moan could escape. Each curl of his tongue left you gasping, writhing beneath the pleasurable onslaught of his mouth. Pulling away, Jimin pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh before he rose up your body.

At your mouth, he kissed your fingers. “You don’t have to be quiet,” he told you. “I want to hear the noises you make, Y/N. It makes me feel good.”

Removing your hand, you slowly nodded.

Jimin just grinned, dropping between your legs to begin eating you out again. This time, you didn’t hold back. Jimin seemed to appreciate this as you slipped further from control. He was so good with his mouth, making you see stars as your legs started to shudder. When he slid his finger inside you and fingered you again, your hands fisted in the sheets.

“Ji-jimin,” you gasped, writhing beneath him. “Jimin, I – oh.”

He began to move faster, adding a second finger as your insides clenched around him. Everything tightened, hovering at a breaking point while Jimin continued, relentless. His mouth on your clit, his fingers inside you – everything broke apart when you came, gasping his name.

Jimin didn’t move, kissing your sex as you slowly came down. He lapped at your sex, licking up your arousal before withdrawing his fingers. Once your breathing had steadied, Jimin returned to the sheets beside you.

“Good?” he breathed, draping an arm over your waist.

“Oh my god, yes,” you exhaled, burying your face in his chest.

He laughed, pulling you closer. Jimin started to pull away, which made you look up and frown.

“What are you doing?” you said.

He paused. “I’m looking for a tissue.”

“Why?”

“I… I’m kind of at a loss here.”

“No, I mean why now,” you said, baffled. “I can come again, Jimin. I want to come with you inside me.”

Jimin stared at you a moment.

“Unless…” Uncertain, you hesitated. “You don’t want to…?”

“Fuck,” Jimin muttered, sounding hoarse. “No – I want to. I really want to. Are you sure, though?” he said, reaching to open the side drawer of his bed.

You grinned when he pulled out a condom, ripping this open.

“I’m sure,” you murmured, moving closer.

Jimin rolled the condom onto himself, pausing before he went any further. Shifting his weight so he hovered over you, Jimin searched your gaze. Reaching lower, you casually stroked his cock and guided him to your center.

He didn’t enter yet, content to take his time. Instead, Jimin bent and kissed you, dragging a hand down your side. His fingers paused at your breast, tweaking your nipple until it stood fully erect. Moving to your waist, he curved under your ass and lifted your hips to his.

Arching upwards, you felt his cock brush your center. The touch made you pant, wanting him inside you and wanting it now. Rolling over his length, you marveled at the feel of him between your legs. Having him so close and not having him inside you was maddening.

“Jimin,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” he murmured, continuing to thrust between your thighs.

“Please,” you begged him.

“Alright, baby,” he said and rolled you onto your back.

It was the first time he’d used the endearment, sending a wave of warmth through you as your legs parted. Reaching lower, Jimin positioned himself at your entrance. It took him a moment to work his way in; you were so wet, he needed a second try. With only his tip inside, you immediately clenched and buried your head in his shoulder.

Lightly, Jimin brushed a kiss to your hair. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, making you glance up. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Okay.”

Laying slowly back down, you tried to relax while he worked his way deeper. With slow, shallow thrusts, Jimin finally bottomed out and you stared at him in amazement. His cock was thicker than you were used to and stuffed to the brim like this, you felt so full. Glancing down, you saw his hips nestled snugly to yours.

When you looked up, Jimin met your gaze. “I’m sorry,” he exhaled, hanging his head. “I just – I need a minute.”

“What’s wrong?” you blurted, immediately worried.

A smile passed over his lips. “Nothing’s wrong.” He looked up. “You’re just… fuck. I feel like a damn virgin. You’re so tight and wet, I’m losing my mind.”

Hearing him say this sent a shiver through you. Shifting your hips, you reveled in the sensation of him moving inside you.

Jimin groaned. “No,” he protested. “You can’t do that right now.”

“Do what?”

“Try and make me move,” he murmured. “I know you can’t see yourself, so you can’t see how hot you look. Tits out, pussy spread and dripping all over my cock.”

“Oh,” you breathed.

“Sounding like that.”

“Jimin. If you don’t –”

He suddenly thrust deeper, grinding his pelvis against your core and making you groan. Speechless, you stared as he slowly pulled out. Jimin teased you with his tip, moving a few inches back in before he thrust again.

“Oh,” you groaned, jolted upwards on the bed.

His gaze dropped to your chest. “Fuck,” Jimin said quietly, dropping down to an elbow.

He moved again in earnest, thrusting slowly in and pulling back out. It made your breath catch, needing more but loving the torture. It was torture to feel every inch of him and have Jimin continue to hold back. You knew he could go faster, deeper, but wanted to stay in control.

Dropping his head, Jimin slowly kissed your neck. His cock continued to move, fucking you slowly as your legs opened wider.

“Jimin,” you whimpered.

Your hips chased after his, hoping to coerce him deeper.

He smirked. “Yes, baby?”

“Please,” you said, arching against him. “I want more.”

“You want it harder?”

As he said this, Jimin increased his strength. Keeping the tempo the same, each thrust of his cock had your lips parting with pleasure.

“Yes,” you whimpered, barely hanging on.

“And faster? You want that, too?”

You nodded, slack-jawed as Jimin sped up the pace. His cock began to pound into you, hand fisting in sheets as he gave it to you hard. Arching underneath him, your hands dragged down his back as Jimin fully let go. With each thrust of his hips, his pelvis brushed your clit and yet, it still wasn’t enough.

“More?” he teased, continuing to fuck you.

“More,” you whimpered, sliding your hands up your breasts. Tweaking the nipples, you watched his gaze harden. “I want more, Jimin.”

He immediately moved, as though he’d been waiting for this. Grasping your ankles in one hand, he lifted them high overhead and pulled his cock out. You gasped when he did so, your hands falling to the side while you were put on display. The position pushed your pussy lips together, giving an incredible view of your dripping cunt.

Jimin plunged his cock back inside, nearly making you scream. It felt so deep this way – so deep and hard and deliciously wanton. Jimin fucked you from above, hips slamming into you and making your breasts bounce.

Jimin groaned, his hips never faltering. “Touch them,” he said, lowering your ankles to one shoulder. “Touch your tits for me, baby.”

You obeyed, hands sliding over your breasts to tease your nipples. This sent a shock of pleasure straight to your core and Jimin hammered your g-spot, making you see stars. Jaw slack, you could only lie there and take it while he made you come.

It was too much, the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm, but then Jimin leaned forward and you finally snapped. You felt him release into the condom as you fell apart, rope after rope of hot cum inside you.

Eventually, Jimin softened and fell onto his elbow. As he opened his eyes, he sought your gaze and you smiled. His cheeks were flushed, his hair dark and sweaty and you couldn’t help the deep surge of affection within you.

“I don’t know about you,” he murmured. “But that was pretty fucking incredible.”

“Same here,” you whispered. “I’d like to do it again sometime.”

“Three orgasms weren’t enough?”

“Were they enough for you?”

“No.” Jimin laughed. “I could watch you come all night. But we should probably get you cleaned up and all that.”

“Probably,” you agreed, although you made no effort to move.

Eventually Jimin sighed and gently pulled out. Tossing his condom in the trash, he showed you to the bathroom and let you do what you needed to do. When you returned, Jimin was on top of his bed. He’d put back on his boxers and held out his sweatshirt.

“I thought you might want this,” he said, uncertain.

Smiling, you took it and lowered it over your head. Climbing beside him on the bed, you rested your head on his shoulder and cuddled beside him. Listening to his breathing, you concentrated until yours started to match.

Outside, cheers erupted from the street. Scrambling upwards, you fought to look out Jimin’s side window. As you hurried to see what the commotion was about, Jimin groaned when you flashed him your bare ass, but followed suit.

Glancing outside, you realized it must have turned midnight. Fireworks went off over the skyline, people cheered below, and someone had lit a sparkler on the street. Voices drifted higher, wishing each other a happy new year as slowly, you turned around to face Jimin.

He smiled at you, his happiness clear when he pulled you to him. A dizzying rush of what-if’s and excitement went through you and somehow, you knew this would be only the beginning.

“Happy new year,” he murmured.

“Happy new year,” you whispered, tilting your face up to his.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this series 😊 It’s been a whirlwind, so thank you for sticking with our main characters throughout the journey! I hope you enjoyed and are having a wonderful holiday season :) happy (almost) new year!

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