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schmidtkisser · 3 months

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Showering Together

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 1.9k

synopsis: mike joins you in the shower after you both had a long day

content: established relationship between you and mike, 2nd person point of view, mike is very touch starved, he struggles with his self esteem but is reassured by your love for him, comfort/fluff (and lots of it), love language: physical touch, you’re both naked obviously but nothing explicit happens

a/n: as mentioned above, fic is strictly comfort/fluff! might be suggestive, but it does not mention genitalia nor is it sexual in nature. also, first time posting here, hi :-)

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Small wisps of steam fill the atmosphere, accompanied by sound of the water pattering against the tiled floor. Your shoulders roll back, relaxing as you feel the smooth rush of water flow over your back. Your stray thoughts wander freely in your mind, reflecting on the different things you did today.

You let out a soft and content huff, smiling to yourself as you think of Abby, the young girl you babysit routinely. You had just finished up your babysitting duties, having tucked her into bed almost an hour ago. The thought of the fun conversations and adventures you shared with her today were memories you couldn’t help but cherish.

Though, your lingering train of thought was interrupted at the sound of the bathroom door handle creaking at a turn.

You grow concerned, making an automatic assumption that it was Abby behind the door. Is she still awake? Perhaps she needs something? You comb back your wet hair with your fingers, droplets clinging to the tips of the strands before you peek your head out from behind the shower curtains.

“Abby?” You call out, your eyes casting a glance at the door. But instead of a 10 year old girl, you make eye contact with her brother (and your boyfriend), Mike, instead.

“Nope. Just me.” He spoke, inviting himself into the bathroom once he saw your face. He let out an amused huff at your immediate assumption that he was Abby. You notice his tired eyes softening as he looks at you, and it makes your heart flutter.

He quietly shuts the door behind him with the heel of his foot. “You been in here long?”

You shake your head, your fingers gently clutching onto the curtain as you give him a smile. “Wanna join me?”

A small blush dusts his cheeks as he gives you a singular nod in response. He starts to undress himself - jutting his shoulders back to push his jacket sleeves off his arms. He takes a hold of his shirt, clutching onto it to pull over his head. He leans a palm against the door, using the other hand to pull his socks off, and then fidgets with the button of his jeans before tugging them off with his boxers. His bare body would shiver at the cold air, if not for the steam accumulating from the warm water.

You carefully watch his movements, feeling a flutter in your stomach every time he removes an article of clothing. You love everything about him. The way his curls became ever so slightly ruffled when he pulled his shirt off. The look of his body, built - yet soft around the edges. You love how particular he is, even for a chore as simple and mundane as stripping off clothes for a shower.

He lazily tosses his clothes into the laundry hamper, making his way over to the shower to join you. He makes eye contact with you again, taking notice of the fact you watched while he undressed. The thought flusters him slightly, but he doesn’t mind it.

“Were you gawking at me the whole time I was taking my clothes off?” Mike asks, humour in his monotone voice as he carefully steps into the shower. He presses a small kiss against your temple once he was under the water with you.

“I couldn’t help it,” you say, your cheeks reddening upon the realisation that he felt your gaze the entire time. “Not when you’re so attractive.”

The comment makes the corner of his lip curl into a warm smile. In your relationship, looks weren’t important. In fact, it was the one thing that mattered the least. But the fact you found someone like him attractive made his mind buzz - especially since he never had the time or energy to maintain a perfect appearance.

He wishes you knew how much such a little compliment meant to him. “I could say the same thing about you.”

A giggle escapes your lips as he bounces the compliment back at you. A moment of silence fills the air as you gaze into each others’ eyes. His brown puppy eyes never fail to make you swoon.

You reach a hand up to his face, his cheek in your palm whilst your thumb gently traced the outline of the dark circles beneath his eyes. His eyelids flutter shut at the feeling of your palm, melting in your touch as small droplets of water trickle down his face. He looks so relaxed, something he rarely feels anymore because of work, finances, and other responsibilities. He wishes he could stay in your hold forever, not having to worry about anything anymore.

“Could you,” he murmurs, gradually opening his eyes once more. The bathroom light is almost blinding, he squints slightly before adjusting his sight to you with half-lidded eyes. He feels a rush of embarrassment run through him as he hesitantly finishes his question. “…Wash my back for me?”

You couldn’t help but grin slightly at his request. Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to wash himself - but the simple ask solidified how much he trusts you, and how comfortable he feels around you. “Of course.”

He averts his gaze from yours, leaning against your palm ever so slightly as he craves more of your touch. You trail your palm down to his shoulders, nudging him gently. Mike nods and faces the shower wall, his back now exposed to you. You take the soap sitting on the shower rack, lathering it between your hands before gently pushing your palms up against his back.

You slide your hands down his skin, carefully brushing past his shoulder blades, the water running over the curves of his back in streams of droplets. You feel the tension in his muscles ease against the mere feeling of your touch.

Your every move was tender and full of love, adoring the shape of your boyfriend. Soap massaged between your hands and his back, washing him thoroughly. You can feel yourself falling deeper in love with him the longer you keep your hands on him.

God, if this isn’t love, you don’t know what is.

You can’t help yourself any longer, moving a little bit closer to him to pepper small kisses up his back, to his shoulder blades, until you reach the nape of his neck. He lets out a soft gasp, melting further into your touch. Your hearts race in sync, and your hands snake around the frame of his body to wash his stomach and chest from behind. Your kisses remain gentle and sweet, your lips exploring the area around his neck as you leave no skin untouched.

The feeling of Mike in your arms, his wet curls against your forehead as you lean against him makes your head feel woozy. He feels the same way. He feels so safe in your grasp, so eased, comfortable, loved. Being so close to you feels like your fragile hearts are going to melt together into one.

Nothing but the rushing sound of the water and your breaths filled the room. Not a single word had been exchanged since you began to wash him. The silence wasn’t awkward, nor was it daunting - rather, it was peaceful and calm. Everything feels so, so still.

You repeat this process with his arms and legs too - he didn’t even have to ask. Despite the hard appearance of his arms, the muscle was soft as you squeeze them in your grasp. His eyes soften, watching you as you caress your hands from his shoulders, to his forearm, down to his own hands. Your fingers slowly intertwine with his, your palms pressing together as your heart begins to pick up its pace. You let out a breath, your eyes locking.

The closing gap between you two was subconscious. Before you could even process it, your faces were just inches away from one another, his breath brushing against your skin, almost as if he is teasing you with a kiss. Tilting your head slightly, your eyes flutter shut, finally closing the lingering gap between your lips. It didn’t take Mike long to kiss you back.

Mike hesitantly breaks the handholding. His calloused hands move onto your waist, pulling your body closer to his. You could feel your heart race faster when he travels his hands behind you, sliding them upwards, feeling your wet, naked back as he explores every inch of your soft lips with his own.

Your hands reach his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, exploring the prickled texture of his stubble beneath your fingertips. You want him, and he wants you too.

You pull away momentarily to take a breath, but Mike chases your lips for another kiss. His mouth cupped over yours, cutting your gasp short as he initiated a more intimate exchange. Your tongues meet, and you can feel his slide up against yours, savouring every second, every taste. A groan slipped out from his throat, muffled between your lips. There was no space left between your bodies, the hot shower pouring over you both.

You kiss until you’re left breathless and lightheaded. He rocks you in his arms, careful in his movements to prevent you from slipping. You can’t help but focus on the way he treats you with utmost delicacy - as if he was scared of ever letting you go. It urges you to push yourself closer to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. You want to reassure him that you are always here for him, and that he feels it with every kiss, every touch, and every loving exchange you share.

Your methods never fail to leave him so helplessly infatuated with you.

This time, Mike was the one to pull back with a heavy gasp, his lips a little swollen with love. You pant with him, collecting your breath after kissing for minutes on end. Honestly, it only felt like seconds. It was something you and Mike could drag on for hours.

You flutter your eyes open, your foreheads touching as you gaze into his eyes. It almost surprises you to see his eyes glossy with tears, but you don’t say a thing. Your eyes soften, a hand trailing up to comb his wet locks between your fingers. You silently respond to his feelings by pecking the tip of his nose.

Mike’s eyes widen for a brief second from the contact, before breaking into the smallest smile. The rare sight made you feel light, as if you were high up in the skies. Your fingers were well beyond pruned by now, but you sink deeper in his embrace.

He continues to hold you in a cradle, leaning in to rest his chin on the crook of your neck. You shiver at the feeling of his stubble against your skin, your fingers carefully clutching him in response. He let out a sigh, his chest falling with his breath.

He always felt like he wasn’t good enough for you, or that he didn’t deserve someone like you — yet, you remain in his arms. He holds you closer, your naked bodies pressed against each other. Knowing you are right here, cupped delicately in his arms is a feeling he’ll never take for granted.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N,” he whispers close to your ear, rocking you ever so subtly in his arms. “I love you so much.”

You soften, mirroring his position, resting your cheek against his neck. You smile, even if he couldn’t see it.

“I love you too, Mike.”

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sumaneun-stars · 5 months

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'Save It - 05'

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut, angst

Warnings. Mentions of abuse, making out, unprotected sex, nipple play, handjobs, swearing etc!

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

“How did you and Heeseung… become friends?” Jay didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he wanted to know what Heeseung meant to you.

“Hmm..” you tried to remember.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel like it”

“No- no i was just trying to recall the memory that’s all” you smiled and kissed his hand. Jay was grateful that you were comfortable with him. He kept himself occupied with caressing your hair while he waited for you to answer.

“Back in college when the basketball games were on, I would always stay back and spend my time on the rooftop. I was never really into cheering the guys on like the others did” you said as you played with Jay’s fingers.

Jay hummed in response as he nuzzled his nose in your hair, causing butterflies in your stomach.

“So Heeseung was one of the major players- and one day he got into an accident and couldn’t play anymore”

“Oh my god- that’s horrible” Jay weirdly felt bad for Heeseung, he never knew this side of him.

“He didn’t attend any of the games after that. So on the day of the finals I was at my usual spot on the rooftop and I suddenly heard crying”

“Oh… it was Heeseung” Jay sympathized.

“Yeah… and out of instinct I comforted him”

The memory played in your head, it was so clear like it happened only yesterday. He was your first, but he never reflected the love you had for him.

Jay knew you had a crush on Heeseung back then and he hated it, but looking at your expression now- he wondered how much of hurt it would have caused you. It pained him so much to have a crush on you for a few months, but for you to carry it for years. He wouldn’t have survived.

“So you have a lot of memories on the rooftop, huh?” Jay said as he tickled you. You laughed thinking about what happened tonight- you had completely forgotten about it.

“Thank you for telling me, love. Get some sleep, the flight is at 10 am tomorrow” he pecked your forehead and caressed your cheek. You mumbled a soft ‘okay’ and snuggled into his chest. Jay grabbed your thigh and lifted it up to his waist, making it dangle from the other side. He wrapped his arm around you and gently ran his thumb over your earlobe. The action somehow made you comfortable, and soon you fell asleep in his arms.

When Jay heard your soft snoring, he pulled back to take a look at your face. He chuckled at your sleeping figure, the way your mouth parted and eyebrows relaxed made his heart flutter. How were you so perfect? And how did he get so lucky?

The next day the both of you returned back. Jay’s mother wanted to meet him, and so the opportunity for you to meet her and clear the air about you rose. He wanted you to meet them- and most importantly, convince them about dating you, and hopefully… marry you.

On the way to his parents house, your mind raced to all the possibilities for things to go wrong. You remembered Jay’s mothers expression when she first saw you. You bet she would get a heart attack when Jay tells her about you being his girlfriend. You loved Jay, but you didn’t want relationship with his parents to be ruined.

“Hey… everything will be fine, don’t worry” Jay reassured you as he laced his fingers with yours.

“I’m okay” You lied through your teeth. Jay gave you a stupid look that said, ‘please, I know you’. You chuckled at him and slapped his shoulder in a playful manner.

“It’s just that everything is moving so fast… I never expected to lose my virginity- especially with you. But I don't regret it obviously. And now we are on our way to reveal our relationship, but you’re my boss- and i’m your secre- hmph”

“Girlfriend” Jay kissed your lips to shut your rambling.

“I understand love… and to be honest I didn’t expect it either. But deep down, don't you think telling my parents is better than them finding out before?” Jay read you like a book. And when you mumbled a tiny ‘yes’, he chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“I’m sure they’ll love you, baby” Jay leaned in and kissed your cheek. He knew you were scared, you always had a habit of biting your inner cheek when you were nervous. He found it cute. It overwhelmed him how much he loved every little detail of yours. And at that moment, he made a pledge to himself to always protect you.

You got startled when the doors to the huge mansion opened. Jay held onto your hand which you were grateful for, and the maid led the both of you through different pathways and staircases. You weren’t joking when you said it was huge. She finally stopped at the garden and opened the glass door to you and Jay. At the far end, you spotted Jay’s mother seated, drinking tea. She looked …sad. Jay cleared his throat and before his mother could notice, you withdrew your hand from Jay’s. She spread her hands in joy, but it soon faded when she saw you.

She made her way over to Jay and hugged him “My son! I’m so happy to see you… I thought you wanted to talk about personal matters” she whispered the rest in his ear, but sadly you heard it.

“I did… with my girlfriend” he took your hand and raised it for his mother to see.

“G- girlfriend? Her?” She gasped out in shock. You did not expect Jay to introduce you like this. Now you were positive his mother would get a heart attack.

“That’s wonderful, dear!” she laughed in joy.

“Huh?” you and Jay said in sync. You expected some kinda… disappointment?

“I’m so happy you found a girlfriend son, come sit down” Jay’s mother hugged him and hugged you too. You looked at Jay and he had the same expression as you. Confusion.

“Mom, you're taking your medicines daily, right?” Jay asked and you kicked him under the table.

“Yes dear, I’m not crazy” His mother laughed.

“Mrs. Park, are you truly okay with us?” you asked genuinely.

“Of course dear! And please call me Mom” she took your hand and lightly squeezed it. It felt weirdly nice. She smiled and you naturally reciprocated it.

“What about- Soojin?” Jay mumbled curiously.

“Ah… her. Apparently she is in love with her bodyguard, Mr. Song” his mother looked down.

You suddenly remembered the guy who gave you Jay's parcel back in shanghai… the prada bag.

“The fair back haired guy? The good looking one?” your voice betrayed you. And his mother nodded her head. The side of your head suddenly felt hot, you faced Jay and his eyes shot daggers your way.

“Unfortunately, yes. He is good looking” she agreed and Jay turned to his mother in disbelief.

“Good look-”

“Soojin called me yesterday and told me that she loved him and that it was all a show,” his mother said in disappointment. You felt guilty for ruining the plans she had for her one and only son.

Jay took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. He ran his thumb over your skin and smiled. His mother saw this and smiled.

“But it looks like I don’t have to worry” you gestured to both your hands and smiled sweetly.

“Thank you… Mom” you said for the first time in 11 years.

The evening went on with Jay's mother asking details of your relationship. It felt nice to speak to her. She even apologized for looking at you unpleasantly during the party. She spoke about Jay’s childhood stories, and embarrassing moments. It all ended well.

“Good looking black haired guy?” Jay asked you in disbelief as he drove you to your house. He didn’t like the idea of you finding another guy handsome. Was he as good looking as him?

“Oh yeah he was hella good looking… and tall” you teased him as you looked at your phone. You weren’t focused on your phone anymore when you found out Jay was jealous. You then understood the look he gave you back at his parents house. It was a rare occasion, so you wanted to test his patience.

“How exactly was he better looking than your boyfriend?” he asked with a smirk. He knew your answer would be ‘you’re more better looking’ or ‘you're the most handsome one’. In all the dramas the female lead always said those. But you said-

“Well- he was a little more muscular than you. Oh! And he had green eyes. Ugh they were-” you continued to tease him.

“Wow, you're actually explaining it” he mumbled disappointedly. His lips formed into a sad pout as he looked ahead. You laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and kissed your lips. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Caught you!” He cheered and you slapped his arm playfully.

Jay hugged you in front of your apartment, relieved that it was all over, and that he could freely date you. He sighed and buried his nose in the side of your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. You stroked the back of his head and pecked his ear. You pulled away from the hug and bid him goodbye. He waited for you to walk in but got confused when you ran back into his arms.

“Baby, everything okay?” he patted your back lovingly.

You gave him one final squeeze and kissed his lips. His hand on your waist traveled up to the back of your neck and pulled you more into the kiss. When the breath in your lungs ran out, you pulled away and breathed into his mouth. You were driving him crazy.

“You're so beautiful, Jongseong” you whispered into his lips, your finger delicately brushing over his chin. Jay felt a thousand fireworks in his stomach, and he found himself smiling like an idiot. How did you make him so weak in the knees? You laughed when you saw Jay’s wide smile, and he shyly hid his face in his hands.

“What?” your question came out in a laugh.

“I’m beautiful?” he giddily asked.

“Oh my god Jay…” you laughed and he swayed from side to side like a cat, snuggling his head in your neck.

“Bye, I'm going in” you ran to the entrance but stopped when Jay replied, louder than usual.

“Am I more beautiful than the ‘tall, handsome guy?’”

“Sh… Oh my god, the neighbors” you laughed and Jay sent you a flying kiss.

You smiled like an idiot as you made your way into your house. You were so grateful that everything was back to normal- but better. You changed into your night clothes and you immediately fell asleep.

The next morning you got up and made it to the office early. Your phone beeped to the message sent by Jay. You opened the chat that was once named ‘Boss’, and now named ‘Jongseongie<3’

‘Good morning love! Are you at the office? I can ask the driver to go slow for you to run ahead if your not \(^0^)/’

You scoffed playfully at his text.

‘Mr. Park I’m at the office thank you very much -_-'

‘Awh I wanted to pick you up!’

‘Omg you're so cute<;3'

“Who are you texting?” Mark peeked into your phone but you turned it off before he could read the messages.

“N- No one” you stuttered.

“Oooh… something happened in Shanghai... Oh my- did you- you had sex?" Mark cheered out and you shut his mouth with your hand.

“Shhh! Yes okay I did!” you whisper shouted at him.

“Yes, finally! Wait- with whom?” you both laughed when he asked impatiently. You walked away, but he followed you.

“Okay okay, I’m just happy you experienced it” He patted your shoulder and you gave him a side hug. You told Haneul about Jay though. She deserved to know, she was so shocked that she kept spamming you.

When you were informed Jay was to arrive soon, you left your phone on your shared desk with Mark and made your way to the entrance. You stood in your rightful place, which was opposite to Mark. Everyone was in position except… Sohee was standing on your right instead of Mr. Seo (the Manager of team A).

“How did you enjoy the hotel suite, Ms.Y/n?” Sohee said sarcastically as you looked at her way.

You looked at Mark and you gave him an 'I'll tell you later’ look. The car pulled up and you opened the door for Jay.

“Good morning, Mr. Park” you said in your ‘secretary voice’.

“Good morning” the corner of his lip tilted upwards as he looked at you and replied.

You tried your best to hide the smile. Once Jay walked away, everyone sent suspicious eyes at you. Especially Sohee. You loved your job as Jay’s secretary- but the only disadvantage was that everyone was jealous of your position, especially the females.

One of the female employees walked up to you with her hands crossed to her chest, wearing a look of disgust and jealousy.

“Y/n, why did Mr. Pa-”

“Hey Y/n, I need you to look into a document urgently, now now now” Mark said as dragged you away from the crowd.

Mark led you to your desk with him and made you sit down on your chair. He stood up and crossed his arms in a playful way, like he was going to interrogate you.

“You slept with Mr. Park, didn’t you?” Your eyes widened at his accurate answer, and that just confirmed his suspicion. Mark dramatically covered his mouth in shock.

“No- no I didn’t- I had it with someone else-” you tried to cover up but just then your phone lit up to a text Jay had sent. Mark gasped dramatically as he saw the chat name. He snatched your phone before you could get a hold of it.

“Come to my office- oooh~ Y/n~” Mark swooned as he read out the message.

“Okay okay, I’m dating Jay” you chuckled as you told Mark. You trusted him, and even though he didn’t show it- he cared a lot about you. Mark listened with an amused look. The both of you laughed along at the jokes he made.

You didn't notice time had gone by until Jay opened his office door. Mark and you stood up and bowed automatically. Jay stared into your eyes and Mark coughed, kicking you under the table signaling you to go in.You walked over to Jay and he moved aside to let you into his office. Your back hit the door the moment he closed it. He looked down at your small figure as he caged you with his body.

“Having fun back there?” Jay said in a deep, deadly whisper.

You shivered when his breath hit your neck. His lips lingered there without any movement. Your heart beat fastened so much, you could hear it in your ears. You were getting so wet at his hot breath fanning your neck. Suddenly, Jay pulled down the blinds, making the office dim. He smirked slightly when he saw your legs tighten together.

He suddenly carried you to his desk and set you down. His hand made his way to your blouse, starting to unbutton it.

“J- Jay, what if someone sees?” You asked, but it soon turned into a whimper once he kissed the exposed skin on your chest.

“Let them see” Jay threw your blouse to the floor and unhooked your bra swiftly. He connected his lips on your nipple and started sucking on it with so much force that you were being pushed backwards. You whimpered as he swiveled his tongue over your hardened tit. He groaned out when you held onto his hair for support. You bit your bottom lip to the feeling of his hands running all over your body.

His fingers moved down to unzip your skirt. You wanted to tease him- so you raised your red stiletto shoe and lightly pressed it to his crotch.

“Ah- fuck” he moaned and pushed your leg aside. He looked at you, and before he could make a filthy comment, you grabbed the nape of his neck and kissed him. Your kiss turned into a very hot make out session. Jay’s tongue danced with yours, heads moving from side to side. Meanwhile, your hands got to work on his belt, and when you got rid of his underwear, you ran your fingers over his shaft.

“Hmph- god” he moaned into the kiss.

You smirked and started rubbing up and down his length at a fast pace. Jay gripped on to your hips for support and you wrapped your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. His moans were so heavenly it got you so wet. He hissed when you massaged his balls. He was dripping with pre cum already when he felt a tingle in his stomach.

“Don’t stop- ugh” He let out a guttered moan.

You gasped when you felt hot ropes of cum gushing out. You watched in awe as he released his liquid on your hand. He was panting heavily as he looked at you, making you smirk. You felt proud that you played his own game.

“That was not pretty babe,” Jay panted.

Jay’s mouth parted as you smirked and brought your fingers to your mouth, starting sucking his cum off them.

“Mhm but it’s delicious” you moaned at the taste, your eyes completely on his. Your left hand was on his cock and you smirked when he became hard again.

“Fuck- baby, you're a natural”

Your back hit the desk and Jay towered over you. He undressed you and hissed out when he saw you dripping wet.

“So wet after giving me a hand kitten?” he teased

“You cummed on it though” you smirked but soon moaned out when he scissored his fingers through your hole, his pace faster than usual.

“Don’t be naughty, doll” Jay cooed as your hips struggled to be freed from his hold.

“Hmph- ah!” You cried out on his fingers. It felt like heaven.

He pulled out his fingers and you supported yourself on your elbows to why he stopped. Jay moved backward for you to witness. He bit his lip as he rubbed your slick over his cock. You moaned at the sight of his precum and your arousal combined together.

He came closer to you and laid you down on his desk. He towered over your body and leaned in to whisper into your ear.

“I’ve waited to fuck you on my desk for so long, baby”

He wanted to take you on this desk so desperately ever since his stupid dream, and the best part was you sounded so much more heavenly than his nightmare.

You brought his face closer to yours and whispered back into his ear.

“Then fuck me”

You cried out when he shoved his cock into your needy hole without a warning. He moaned into your ear when you clenched around him. The both of you were completely naked against each other, his bare skin on yours. His hips moved in such a fast way that you were out of breath. The way his balls hit your skin was making you dizzy. Jay pulled out for a brief moment only to force it back in, making your back arch to the constant hitting on your g-spot.

“Ah- ah! S-so full-” you stuttered out as you held onto his shoulders.

“You're taking me so well, kitten, my good girl” he said before he licked your ear lobe.

Jay suddenly pulled out and bent you over his desk. He parted your legs and entered you once again. You screamed out in pleasure at the new feeling, him feeling so much more deeper now. His tip hit all the spots with more delicious force. His hands were on your hips but his fingers were fixed to your clit. You bit your hand to muffle your moans as he rubbed circles on your sensitive bud.

“You know daddy doesn't like that, right?” Jay took your hand away from your mouth and held it behind your back.

You moaned out when he hit his hips with force to get a reaction out of you.

“Answer, doll” Jay pushed harder.

“Y- yes, daddy!” you screamed.

Jay rolled his hips and you felt a coil in your stomach. He understood when you started panting harder. He didn’t want to pull out but he had to, when he was half way out you clenched on him

and pushed yourself backwards to prevent him from doing it.

“Don’t pull out Jay” you whined.

“Baby, I don’t want to either but-”

“Then don’t!”

“Love, I can’t-” he hesitated

“Please, daddy” you moaned out desperately

“Fuck it”

He started rubbing your clit, and soon you both came. Jay bent over and moaned into your neck at the way you tightened around him. You whimpered when you felt Jay filling you up. His hot breath on your neck made it a thousand times better. Your arms staggered with tiredness. Jay noticed that and pulled out and gently turned you over. Your back rested on his desk and you looked at Jay who was staring at your pussy. He jerked himself a few times and entered you again.

He raised your legs and made them wrap around his waist, humming at the feeling and rested his head on your chest while he filled you up to the brim. You sighed as you played with his hair, stroking it and gently massaging his scalp. The both of you stayed like that for a while. From time to time Jay hugged your waist and buried his face into your chest, and occasionally he’d kiss your nipple. It felt peaceful even though he was still inside you. You couldn’t believe his seeds were inside of you, but you didn’t regret it. You could take a pill later.

Jay was at peace. Your warmth kept felt like home to him, the way you gently ran your fingers through his hair made him feel so light. He could just fall asleep any minute. What he enjoyed most at this moment was the sound of your beating heart, it was a slow melody that he had grown to love. Everything about you was so fascinating to him. He felt a sense of pride as well, he fucked you better than heeseung did in his nightmare. The fact that he was inside you with no movement felt nice. His heart fluttered when you would kiss the top of his head lovingly, what did he do to deserve you?

“Love?” you called him but he didn’t reply. “Jay, my baby?”

“Five more minutes” He mumbled into your chest. You chuckled at his behavior. You didn't know how much time you’d lost. Mark was still outside, could he have heard anything?

“Time to wake up, daddy” you teased him as you ruffled his hair.

“Oh no~” he whined shyly. You chuckled and kissed his head. Is it even possible to be shy after saying all those words?

Jay slowly got off of you and helped you to stand, your legs wobbled as you lost balance, but Jay carried you and made you sit on his chair.

“Honey, you okay?” His voice was full of concern, even though you were about to fall a minute ago, your heart fluttered to new nickname.

“Y- yeah, I’m okay” you smiled at him.

“Shall I get you some muscle cream?” Jay was so worried, he went too far with you and now you were hurting.

“No baby, I’m fine” you made him look at you and kissed his nose.

“Are you sure nothing is hurting?”

“My thighs are a little numb that’s all, I promise” You looked at his watery eyes, he was so vulnerable you wanted to cry. How did you end up with an angel like him?

Jay dressed you up and you promised him you wouldn’t walk too much. He told you to wait after work so that he’d take you home.

“How was your trip to heaven, Ms.Y/n?” Mark teased as you sat down

“Amazing! There were rivers of milk everywhere!” you dramatically said in a playful manner.

“Oh my god! I wonder where it flows down to?” you and Mark laughed so much your jaws started to hurt, he was the best friend you could ask for.

After work ended Mark looked at you.

“Aren’t you going home?” He asked curiously

“Jay is taking me home”

“Ooh, heaven let’s go!” he cheered.

“Not heaven you idiot, my legs are aching” you looked down and Mark scotted down in front of you,

“Seriously? Do you want some painkillers or some kinda crea-” he panicked

“No no I’m fine, thanks Mark” you patted his shoulder.

“You sure-”

“Ready, babe?” Jay came up to you and stroked your shoulder.

“Yeah, let’s go” you smiled at Mark and Jay shook his hand. But the moment you stood up your thighs ached with pain and you fell back onto your chair.

“Y/n!” Mark and Jay shouted in sync.

You knew life wasn’t on your side. Jay felt so guilty, you're in so much pain because of him. What if your scars were hurting too?

“I don’t think I can walk, Jay” you were genuinely worried about the pain in your legs, not the pain from the session with Jay, but the pain of the scars following it. You were mostly worried about Jay, he would be kicking himself internally by seeing you.

Jay removed his coat and placed it on your legs.

“Baby can you put your arm around my neck?” you hesitated a bit but then placed your arm around his neck, and he gently carried you bridal style.

“Does it hurt?” his voice came out in a broken sob, your heart ached at his voice. He was so worried about you. You nodded your head and he carried you to the car.

You hid your face in his shoulder when you heard people gasping and whispering. What did you get yourself into?

Jay helped you on the passenger seat of his bugatti, the seat was so soft and comfortable, you relaxed right away. You watched as Jay walked to the driver seat and got in. He looked at you with so much concern, making you melt.

“Are you comfortable, love?” Jay asked, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it.

“What happened to ‘honey’?” you smiled and felt at ease when he smiled back.

“Are you comfortable, honey?” He corrected his sentence as he kissed the back of your hand once again.

You nodded your head and Jay drove to his house. He stopped at a pharmacy and bought you a pill and other stuff which he refused to show you. You smirked to yourself, you knew he bought condoms for your next trip to heaven.

“Why are you smiling?” Jay asked.

“Nothing” you pursed your lips.

Jay carried you all the way to his bathroom and set you down on the counter gently, like you were a piece of glass. You watched him as he started filling the tub with hot water. You suddenly tensed up, your skin burnt up every time you came in contact with it. It brought back all those nightmares you lived through, and with the pain in your thighs…

“Jay… I can’t-” your voice almost came out as a whisper.

Jay faced you and immediately made his way to you when he saw your eyes glassy.

“Baby what's wrong? Is the pain getting worse?” He rubbed your thighs gently.

“No, I can’t bathe in hot water Jay… it hurts” He understood, your scars hurt when it touched heat… or was it your head?

“When did you last bathe in hot water, love?” he asked slowly as he stroked your hair to calm you down.

“About… 5 years ago” you realized how long it was, after that experience you never wanted to touch hot water in your life. Even during the freezing cold winter when you missed the feeling of warm water hitting your skin, you refused.

“Hmm that was a long time ago, wasn’t it? Do you wanna try again?” Jay stroked your sides, he didn’t want to force you into anything but the medicine he bought needed to be added into warm water. You looked at the tub and hesitated for a while.

“Maybe I can try” deep down you were curious to how your skin and mind would react to the water.

“That’s my good girl” he kissed your forehead, took the crystal medicine and sprinkled it over the water. He diluted it with a little cold water to not make it too hot for you.

“What’s that?” you asked curiously what he added into the water.

“It’s a medicine to ease the pain,” he explained.

“In water?” you questioned.

“Yeah, apparently a lot of couples bathe together after sex and this helps to reduce the pain,” Jay said as he checked the water with his hands.

“And how do you know this, honey?” you said while you started undressing.

Jay smirked and made his way over to you, he loosed his tie in front of you and threw it to the floor, you gulped as he started invading your personal space. He hooked his hand on the waistband of your skirt, before leaning into your ear.

“How do I know this?” He repeated your question.

You nodded your head and swallowed at the close proximity.

“The pharmacist told me” he pecked your ear and walked to the bedroom, smiling playfully at your flustered state. You scoffed at his games and started to undress.

When Jay came back into the bathroom, you were sitting naked on the counter. He was in his bathrobe but even the little bits of exposed skin made you horny. Jay eyes feasted on your naked figure, you were sitting so prettily there for him. He cleared his thoughts as he made his way to you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah”

He pulled the string of his robe and it fell to the ground, revealing his sculpt-like body. You shut off your dirty thoughts and let him carry you. He got into the bathtub first as you held onto him like a koala on a tree.

“Whenever you're ready, love” Jay said before he kissed your cheek.

You took in a deep breath and lowered your legs down slowly into the water. It felt… nice. Your feet tingled at the feeling. You were now standing with Jay. he examined your face. You seemed to have mixed feelings about it so instead he waited for you.

“I like it” you gave him the green light, making him smile.

He sat down and spread his arms for you to sit in between his legs. You bent down and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. His hand gently massaged your body, making you melt into his touch. You hummed when Jay massaged the spots that hurt the most.

“I’m so proud of you, babe” Jay kissed the side of your head

“If it weren't for you I wouldn’t have even thought about this” you leaned back onto his chest.

Jay’s body hugged yours, the comfortable nosies of his breath filled your ears. Occasionally, Jay would collect water in his hand and splash it on your face. The both of you would giggle and play like teenagers. At one point, you faced Jay and he scanned your body, the scars were much more visible in the water. He was furious at the person who did this to you. You were only a kid, how could someone be so heartless to torture a child?

“It’s scary you know… when sadness can turn into anger” you observed Jay’s face, and you remembered the thirst you had to take revenge on the person who made you go through this.

“You were only a child, Y/n” Jay looked at you like he was about to cry.

You moved closer to him and cupped his face “Everything in life happens for a reason”

“But this is-” he protested

“Maybe god sent you to me as a gift… in this cruel world”

A tear ran down Jay’s cheek, his heart exploding in his chest to your words. You're the star sent down to him. He had no clue who he was until he met you, it was like he never even had a life before you. Your touch was the light to his skin, your breath was the air to his lungs and your smile was the life to his empty soul.

Jay pulled you into his arms and cried on your shoulder, he was so grateful that you were his.

“Jay- what's wrong, love?” you were worried about him. His feelings right now for you were so overwhelming, he didn't know how to express it, but he was sure of one thing

“I love you” you froze as he spoke into the crook of your neck.

“I love you so so much, Y/n” he sobbed into your neck, making the butterflies in your chest explode. You found yourself crying.

You cradled his head in your arms, kissing the side of his head

“I love you more, my Jongseong” You connected both your foreheads and smiled at each other.

The tears of both of you fell to the water like petals from a blossomed tree. You took water in your hand and gently washed away his tears. He closed his eyes at the touch of your soft hands as you admired every little detail of his face like a piece of art. Once Jay opened his eyes, he smiled playfully at your marveled face.

“Have you seen yourself in the mirror, honey?” Jay playfully raised his eyebrows.

“Mhm I have, and I’m starting to wonder what you like in me”

“Don’t say that… you're beautiful in your own weird way” he played you.

“Hey!” you splashed water at him and he laughed out.

“Come on, time for bed” you said as you got out of the tub, your legs felt much more relaxed than before, and the pain was only slightly there. But that didn’t stop Jay from carrying you to bed.

He made you wear his t-shirt and tucked you in until he went back to change. When Jay came back to the room, he found you sleeping, your eyelashes sitting beautifully on your eyelids. He made his way over to your sleeping figure. You looked so adorable, he wanted to squeeze your cheeks.

“Y/n~” he tickled your nose.

“Hmm?” you whined in your sleep.

He chuckled softly at your behavior, he stayed there observing your face. He wanted you in his life all the time. At the end of the day, it was you he wanted. He wanted to come back home to you.

“Baby~”

“Yes” you said mindlessly as you stirred in your sleep.

“Do you like honey?” he asked teasingly.

“Hm? Mhm” you hummed in agreement without knowing the question.

From the opened balcony, the city lights enlightened the room. And even in the dim room, Jay could see your tiny pimples. He adored everything about you. You shivered slightly when the cold breeze hit your skin. Chuckling to himself, Jay got up to close the door of the balcony. All of a sudden Jay thought of something, giddily skipping his way back to your sleeping figure.

He moved closer to you and tickled your nose again

“Will you marry me?”

“Hm? Okay” you said more desperately, half asleep.

Jay chuckled and kissed your forehead lovingly.

“Goodnight, my wife”

End.

A/n: sorry guys for keeping you waiting! Lmk what you think!!! Thank you for reading<3

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(a bonus "to crumble" ficlet | this is to be read after to surrender; the entire collection is here: 🩹)

so, i hit 1k followers the other day (which thank you so much??? what a nuts accomplishment!!) and i'd decided a while back that this is what i wanted to give you all as a surprise, considering that a lot of you enjoyed the to crumble fics 🥹 this was originally supposed to be longer, but i may do a part 2 just because i didn’t want it to be super long and i wanted to finally put it out cause it's been overdue lmao. enjoy!

tags: angst through and through mostly (some light violence, arguing, child neglect ): , drug and alcohol mentions, infertility mentions, angry feelings about a shitty situation [mike you suck]), fluff towards the end with reader and abby (:

you'd been used to silence at night, but now, it was different.

before, the dead of night was peppered with stressful, anxious energy. you'd lay in bed staring at the ceiling, wondering how everything would manage to stay glued together. you begged yourself to dream instead of think. you'd wanted to be whisked away from the incessant, compulsive thoughts you had about work, home, your relationship; every second you could spend with your eyes closed, turning that silence into a fantasy you could almost taste, was better than being awake and facing your reality.

sleep had been your way to escape the quiet then, but these days, you enjoyed every second of it.

for the first few weeks of being away from mike and abby, you'd been unnerved by the still air of your parent's house. everything was calm and collected and unlike anything you'd experienced in the past two years, and you'd wanted to accept it with open arms, but your body held you back with a bit of apprehension.

everything felt so relaxed, but when would it blow up?

the thought had lingered in the back of your mind as you went about your life---another semester of school went by, and another birthday, grocery store trips, gas station visits, lunches with your parents and friends; soon, you're not thinking of anything going wrong ever again.

you were uncomfortable with peace at first, but now, you realized how invaluable it was. everyone deserved peace, and since you'd gotten yours, you hadn't wanted to let it go.

you were resting in this peace once more, curled up on the living room couch and leisurely clicking through your gradebook when it's shattered down the middle by ...baby one more time.

it was abby's ringtone, the one you'd selected specially for her. it would've filled you with glee, getting a call from your favorite girl, if it weren't for the fact that she never called. she was more comfortable with texts and emails and you respected that. you wanted to make this time in her life as serene as possible, and wrote her back once that phone calls will only be for emergencies then, okay?

it was 10:27 pm, and she should've been asleep, watched by max or whoever mike had hired as her babysitter now. you answer the phone after the second ring, closing your laptop. "is everythi---"

"y/n," she sobs, and suddenly you're fully alert, placing your computer on the couch cushions and shooting to your feet. "can you please come get me?" you don't hesitate to dash to your room and throw on clothes at her distressed tone, keeping your phone between your shoulder and cheek. your heart pounds, the sound wooshing through your skull.

still, you muster up the courage to ask, "abby, what's going on? are you okay, are you hurt? where's max?"

"she got into a-a fight with mike. she didn't come when s-she was supposed to, and mike was u-u-upset that she was gonna make him late for work. they had been yelling at each other so he left, and then max did too. i don't think she t-t-old him." you stop all of your movements at her hiccupping, squeezing your eyes shut.

"she just left you alone at the house?"

"y-yes, and i've been trying to call and text mike but he's n-not picking up."

you'd always known that mike put his phone on Do Not Disturb when he went to work, but that was before. that was when you were the one watching abby at night. you don't understand why he still keeps it on, and why abby's not able to bypass the setting.

"when did he leave?"

"l-like 30 minutes ago. max left like f-five ago."

"how many times did you call him?"

"eight."

you bite at your bottom lip as you fight to hold back tears. your hands ball into fists at the rage that you feel inside, hot and searing and aimed at the two adults that left an eleven-year-old unaccompanied.

"i want you to pack a bag with enough stuff for a couple of weeks, okay? i'm gonna come get you and you're gonna stay with me for a little."

abby's calmed down enough to say, "but isn't your parents' house too small?" without stuttering. it was, but that was irrelevant. in the grand scheme of everything, the amount of space didn't matter. you just wanted abby to be safe.

"doesn't matter, sweet girl. they'll understand, and we'll do all the fun stuff we used to do together. we're gonna do karaoke, and watch movies, a-and we can paint again. don't you miss that?"

you can hear abby nod, and when she sniffles, murmuring, "i miss it a lot," you're like an olympian sprinting to your car, cooing, "lock the front door and wait for me in your room, yeah? everything's going to be okay, abby, i promise."

you're throwing your car into gear like you drive for a living, speeding all the way across town. you'd be fearful for cops if the pure adrenaline of your past hadn't been coursing through your veins; you feel transported back to the days of rushing over to abby's school, sweeping her into your arms as she wailed about mike forgetting her day in and day out.

you were her savior then, and though you loved her beyond words, you'd never wanted to be that. when you'd left, you thought you'd finally shed that title, but here you were again. you'd wrap her up in your arms and she'd see that halo over your head again, thanking you for saving her from the common denominator in both of your problems; the one person that had roped you two back into this pattern.

you still do the wrapping when she runs into your arms in the foyer, of course, holding her so tight that you're afraid you might break her, and as you do, you take in her environment.

the house hadn't been in complete shambles like you'd expected, but it still wasn't anywhere near what it should've been. there were dishes piled in one side of the sink, surrounded by buzzing gnats, and clothes thrown all around the living room. none of them are abby's.

"max's been trying to help me clean, but mike just ruins our progress," abby sits next to her bags on the couch once you let her go, staring up at you with red-rimmed eyes that take you back to the day you left.

"help you clean?" you gripe, glaring at empty, sticky-looking cups and the heap of mail, mostly bills, on the dining table.

"mike..." abby drops her eyes down to her feet, picking a piece of skin off the edge of her thumb. "nothing really changed when you left." she continues on, telling you about how everything had gotten worse in the six months that you'd been gone.

mike had quit his other job and started locking himself in his room again. sometimes, he even forgot to take abby to school after work, despite her shouting and banging against the door to get him to do so.

after her failed attempts, she'd sit in her room all day, falling asleep in her fort after sobbing for hours upon hours, while mike showed up to the pickup lane of her school in the afternoon bleary-eyed and disheveled.

"mr. schmidt, abby was never dropped off."

he'd come back home to find her curled up and snoring under her tent; safe and sound in this strange way that should've disturbed him. it should've made his blood boil, anger directed towards himself when he realized that he'd just dreamt that he'd taken her to school instead of tangibly doing it. it should've worried him that her school might pick up on that, and get higher powers involved.

with his latest cocktail, an ambien and a beer (or two), however, he felt nothing at all.

once he'd seen abby in her room, he'd closed the door and sent them back into the same cycle he'd created.

max had tried her best to take care of abby, but considering the fact that mike wasn't paying her anything, she couldn't always afford to help abby in the way she wanted and mike hadn't been much help. he'd always leave without a word when she showed up at night, and even when she'd begun taking abby to school in the mornings, he hadn't shown any gratitude. he'd only used it to feel better about his irresponsibility, feeling on top of the world when he dropped by abby's school and she was actually there to be picked up.

max's generosity had allowed mike to wholeheartedly slip back into his previous neglectful autopilot; he saw his duties as guardian done when food was in the fridge, toiletries were in the bathroom, and his sister was enclosed in the house, and that pissed you off to the highest degree.

you understood max's stance with fighting against him, but you wondered why abby had to be hurt in the process. she was just a child, someone that shouldn't have been brought in the middle of a petty squabble between two adults. max should've never left her alone, and you're desperate to chew her out as well.

"i think i might get kicked out of school too," abby solemnly tells you now as you throw her bags into the backseat of your car and buckle her up in the front. "i don't think he can afford it anymore. they pull him aside to talk every time he comes and gets me. 'just give me more time', he always says."

your eyes fill with tears again, and you let them fall. she was only eleven and deserved none of this. you were sure that if you had nothing to live for, you'd kill mike. you felt like there was no remedy for anything he'd done until he was gone, completely separate from you and abby in every way, shape, and form.

an idea that wouldn't land you life in prison formulates in your head, and it's this idea that propels you to freddy's, your hand smoothing down abby's flyaways as you drive with an aching heart.

"stay in here, okay?" you tell her once you've stopped the car in the desolate parking lot of mike's job. "lock the doors behind me."

"y/n, i'm sorry for not telling you anything about what was happening," she seems genuinely disappointed in herself, closing her own teary eyes. a single droplet cascades down her cheek and you caress it, placing a soft, forgiving kiss on her forehead. her emails and texts had made it seem like everything was okay, but you couldn't blame her for putting on a front.

you'd let go from them and she'd understood why. she didn't want to worry you about her and her brother, the brother who'd made you wear a smile while he dragged you through hell. none of that was her fault, but still; she was related to him and felt like a mess, a burden by association. "i didn't tell anyone because i was afraid they would send me away an---"

"it's okay, abby," you purr, opening your car door and sticking your leg out. "soon, you won't have to be afraid anymore. i'll make sure of it."

you remind her of your original instructions and she nods, clicking the electronic lock on the door panel as you march to the dated entrance of the pizzeria. you grit your teeth, bashing your balled fists on the door.

"open the fuck up, mike!" you scream, turning your flaming face towards the security camera as you continue your assault against the building. your hands prickle with the feeling of the solid glass on your skin but you push it aside, pounding as hard as you can. "mike! i swear to fucking god, open this fucking door!"

your throat is nearly raw from shouting for so long, and you begin kicking at the door when it finally swings open, and your feet and hands are connecting with mike's loose frame.

"y/n, what the fuck..." his speech is slurred, and it only angers you further. you don't stop your movements, smacking at his body with a fury you don't think you've ever felt in your entire life.

mike feels nothing of the sort. he barely feels anything, disoriented and numb from the drug-induced nap he'd been taking.

you'd been in his dream; shit, you'd been in them forever, but more so since the two of you had broken up. it felt like a part of his punishment for everything he'd done, though he thought that was the only way he'd ever see you again. he doesn't expect to feel the weight of your small fists beating against his chest, or that he'll have to wrangle his arms around your waist to stop your attack on him. you're still as beautiful as ever, so red-faced and irritated in your favorite sweats, but he knows it doesn't matter. it's just a thought, one that doesn't even work to deflect his attention from your violent efforts. "jesus christ, stop---hitti--"

"get the fuck off me, mike!" you screech, forcefully shoving your hands into the center of his chest. his arms around your waist made you feel dizzy once upon a time, but feeling them now, for any reason, makes you want to throw up, and you're nearly crying as he tightens them around you. "get off!"

"stop trying to beat the shit out of me, then!" he retorts, stumbling back as you push into him once more when he finally drops you. you're both staring at each other, your breaths labored and emotional, and you launch straight into your tirade, jamming a finger in mike's face.

"well, why don't you stop dragging me back into your life! max left abby at home alone and i was the only person who could help her, mike," he opens his mouth to tiredly protest, but you turn your finger into an entire hand, halting his words. "and before you say, 'well, she could've called me', she did. she called you eight times, but you didn't answer. abby would've been home by herself all night because of you and now, i have to be wrapped up in this again. was almost two years not enough?"

mike's slow mind begins to jog with the mention of abby being alone, but he's still slurring, sunken eyes dark in the low lighting of the vacant pizzeria. "y/n..."

"you're taking the ambien again, aren't you?"

he's licking his lips and letting out a deep sigh, his eyes fluttering to the ground. you begin to hiss, "tell me the truth" when he finally mutters, "i need it."

your laugh is sharp and bitter and aimed towards the sky, tears cresting your lash line again. "like you needed it then, too?"

you never thought you'd see mike again, or at least not so soon. it's saddening to you that your reunion is filled with such distress. you couldn't be happy to see him even if you tried, and that thought pricked at your body with the intensity of a million needles.

how pathetic, all that time you'd been together, all that love and affection reduced to anger pulsing in your heart.

"you're so hopeless, mike." the words sting your tongue, filling the air between you with bitter animosity, but both of you know it's not a lie. "i don't understand why you won't change; not even just for abby, or for me, but for yourself. this wasn't what this was supposed to be," you dig your teeth into the plushiness of your bottom lip as you weep on. "we all deserve better than this. we were supposed to better our lives together."

"yeah, we were, and then you left."

you wrinkle your forehead irritably, snapping, "you don't get to use that against me. you know exactly why i left."

mike stares at you, grinding his molars together with a tight, clenched jaw. "that's also why i'm gonna take full custody of abby."

it's mike's turn to chuckle now, the sound rumbling through his chest and causing him to place his palm on his abdomen. he bends over slightly, rolling through the motions of an exaggerated belly laugh, and you cross your arms over your chest, straightening your posture. "this isn't some kind of joke. i'm serious, mike."

"yeah, okay, y/n." his groggy, nonchalant tone irritates you; it makes it impossible to not think about how he's probably like this at home, hiding away and drugging himself to sleep, ignoring the one person that needs him more than ever.

"you're in no position to take care of her! you get home from work and lock yourself in your room, forget to take your little sister to school, and ignore her calls when you're at work so you can sleep through your entire shift!" you hadn't yelled that intensely since you'd found out mike had cheated on you, and it didn't even feel good. there was nothing rewarding about it, and it made swallowing to soothe your throat more painful. "so i'm taking her far the fuck away from you. she's had it hard enough, and it's me, your aunt, or the state. i refuse for abby to have to grow up in an environment that's not safe for her, and you're going to have to deal with that."

you're giving him a tight smile, holding your shaky hands in surrender as you pace backwards towards the entrance. you shrug your shoulders at mike's expression, pinched and angry and pointed as you begin to push the main doors open.

“yeah, you wanna play mommy to my little sister cause you can’t have kids of your own?”

you freeze in place, painfully furrowing your eyebrows. there's a piercing ache in your stomach, the poke of mike's dig at you spreading to every nerve in your body.

something you'd revealed to him when you two had seriously talked about living together and settling down, all tearful and dreary and apologetic, now used against you like it had the weight of some kind of crime deserving life.

he'd held you that night, kissing your cheeks and comforting you, whispering, "you don't have anything to apologize for, baby. me, you, and abby can be a family."

you hadn't wanted to be some young parent, but you'd loved the idea of a support system and a place that was actually home, the hub of everything family. you'd been raised in that and wanted to continue it, carrying on that closeness in your own time.

so many doctors visits had told you that it wouldn't be possible. you'd worked hard to accept it, and though it pained you every time thoughts of growing old and settling down swirled in your head, mike had helped you truly come to terms with it. "who knows what miracle could happen? even so, family can be created or chosen. we can build our family in so many ways, okay?"

you're back to freddy's as quickly as you drifted, wondering if mike had thought about the same memory as you after he'd let the words foolishly tumble from his mouth. his face reveals little, his hooded eyes looking to the dust-covered information board beside you.

mike was able to play both roles; he could be the sweet, gentle, affectionate type, but recently, if you provoked him in any way, he turned grating and cruel. you didn't understand him anymore. you hadn't in a long time, but in this particular moment, he's completely and totally lost on you.

in the past, he was asking why you hadn't left him, so guilty and ashamed and saying he didn't deserve you, but even after leaving, you'd gotten sucked back in, every single second in his presence a punch to the gut as he showed you exactly what he meant.

you're giving him room to say something, anything, maybe even apologize, but there's just silence that you can't enjoy. something you'd become so fond of begins to drive you up a wall, so you huff despairingly and mutter, “it's for her own good, mike.” before leaving.

accommodating your life for abby hadn't been on your bucket list, but you were surprised at how effortlessly you'd fallen into being her full-time caretaker again. you'd immediately sprung into action, letting abby inhabit your bedroom while you sorted everything out with your parents. they hadn't been overwhelmed with joy about the circumstances, as they'd never cared for mike much, but they don't judge you.

though what you're doing is big, they understand what you're doing it for. someone you'd do anything for, someone that you wanted to protect and nurture. you were willing to put it all on the line for abby's well-being, and they admired you for that.

they'd fortunately helped you get into a small apartment, one close to abby's school, and you'd gotten in contact with abby's aunt, pleading your case for custody to her with a highly-detailed portfolio over brunch.

she wasn't your favorite person, the stick up her ass unbearable at times, but you'd needed her to see you as competent enough to go through with transferring her petition for full responsibility of abby. you'd been nervous at first, but the massive amount of damning evidence and "shit-talking" on mike's behalf had been enough for her to see you as fit, in addition to your "stable, ordinary career".

though she'd been easy to win over, you hadn't expected mike to be as well after your encounter at freddy's. with the way he'd reacted when you broke the news, you'd thought you'd be arguing with him constantly, bickering about how he wasn't in a good enough spot to keep abby in his charge.

only that never happened, and you'd let out a big sigh when you received signed documents in the mail, relinquishing all of his rights and privileges as abby's guardian. his name wass scribbled across the signature lines in thin, inky strokes, slanted and sloppy.

like everything regarding your connection, it was bittersweet. abby had even expressed the same sentiment when you'd picked her up from her newly-attended after school program. you'd told her aunt about her schooling, and she'd agreed to help pay for most of it considering that abby was in your care now.

"money won't go to waste now. i wanted mike to work for it, the lazy fool. i wasn't gonna let my money go down the drain with him."

you'd simply nodded at her confession, unsure of why all of the adults in abby's life had failed her. not paying for her school because of mike was idiotic to you, but you'd brushed it aside with the thought that she could finally be fully enriched now.

all of the new possibility, for both you and abby, rode on your shoulders, and though you'd been curious as to why you were the one chosen for this responsibility, you'd accepted it with open arms.

"y/n," abby's voice pulls you from your thoughts, and you're back to sitting at the small dinette in your new kitchen with her, lo mein weaved around your wooden chopsticks. the noodles slip when you jolt with a soft, "huh". her eyes are wide and inquisitive, and you close your own to recollect yourself. "are you okay?"

"yeah, i'm sorry. just thinking about...things."

"not about shrimp lo mein, i see," abby giggles deviously, reaching her hand into your container to snatch a shrimp. she pops it into her mouth with a hum as you gawk in fake disapproval, getting her back for a piece of her sesame chicken.

"and you're not thinking about sesame chicken, so take that," you retort, the both of you falling into hushed, familiar laughter that makes the rapid change of your life so worth it.

you'd taken a bit of time off from work to deal with constant meetings and court dates, and even though abby had already been staying with you during the entire case, you were now her appointed guardian and it felt unreal.

you'd seen how happy she'd gotten. it was like the old days, when you'd first met; she was so lively and joyous and curious then, and you'd been so thrilled to see that sparkle return to her eye with every trip to the children's museum, morning conversation on the ride to school, and dragged out bedtime story.

you knew that every signature, every eerie government building, every early morning and late night, everything----it had all gone into ensuring that abby had endless moments like that, and ones like the present; eating her favorite chinese food after finishing up homework and bathing, and giggling with you as she was reminded that she'd never have to worry about being taken care of ever again.

you couldn't let anyone down, especially not her. you'd taken the biggest risk to change her life, and in knowing that, savior didn't feel like such a heavy title.

now, it was freeing; to save didn't feel so crushing anymore.

"don't worry about my things," you stretch your arm across the vinyl table for her hand, brushing your thumb across her delicate skin with a warm, loving smile. "all that matters right now is that you're here with me, safe and cared for. that's a thing we can both think about."

(,: didn't think i'd write anything else for this au but they get me every time. how sweet. i hope you all enjoyed! thank you so much again for 1k, i love you all!!

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alwaysonthemend · 11 months

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A Lazy Night | JTK

Author’s Note: Request from bestie @iheartjakekiszka for a fluffy Jake fic. I made myself Very Sad with this one because soft Jakey makes me want to sob bc I can’t have him. Alas… Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Unbeta’d so apologies for any mistakes. Now please excuse me while I go drink wine and think soft Jake thoughts.

Summary: Jake and the band have been working non stop on their new album. But, with a long weekend on the horizon, you decide to give Jake a night of relaxation and rest. Lord knows he needs it.

Content Warnings: Literally none. Just fluff.

Word Count: 1968

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Meeting Jake Kiszka has been the best thing that ever happened to you. From the very first time you met him, you had immediately known that he was the one. There was something about him that drew you in, and there was no going back.

Because of this, you couldn't help but to divide your life into two halves. There was Before Meeting Jake and After Meeting Jake. The before had been okay. You had a successful job – however boring it was, and you were happy. You’d had a handful of relationships – though few of them ever lasted long. But life was good. Boring, but good. And then Jake waltzed into your life. And only after did you ever realize how empty the before had been. Jake was your light, and you couldn’t fathom how you had ever managed without him in your life. He made falling in love easy. Jake had entered your heart quickly and made a home there.

The only downside to being in a relationship with Jake was the distance. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder and you couldn’t agree more. While you're proud of Jake and the fame that he and Greta Van Fleet had acquired, you can’t help but miss him when he’s on tour and desperately wish that he would come home. But his time away only makes the times that he is home that much more special.

Unfortunately, despite Jake not currently being on tour, it still felt like he was never home. The boys were busy putting together their new album, and so Jake was either at the studio with them or running around doing interviews and photoshoots. You got to see him at night, of course. But often, despite his tiredness, he would stay up much later than you to go work on his ideas for new songs. You had work in the morning and so – no matter how much you wanted to, you could rarely stay up late enough to fall asleep with him.

Tonight was probably going to be one of those nights. It’s already 10 PM and Jake was only just walking through the door of your house, guitar case in hand and eyes excited but tired.

“Hey, Jake.” You say, rising from your place on the couch to go and greet him. He places his guitar case on the ground and wraps his arms around you, squeezing tight.

“Hey, babe. I missed you.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing his nose unto your skin, eyes closed. You breathe in his scent, immediately taking comfort in the smell of vanilla and something else that you couldn't define as anything other than just “Jake.”

“I missed you, too. You look tired.” You pull away from him, noting the tightness around his eyes and the tension in his shoulders.

“I am. But it was a good day. We got a lot done, so me and the guys decided that we’d take the rest of the week off.”

“Really? That’s awesome! And I’m off tomorrow anyways so we can have a whole three days to ourselves!” You exclaim, practically beaming with excitement. Jake gives you a soft smile, touched by your desire to spend time with him.

“Thank God.” He says, walking over to the couch and collapsing into it. “I feel exhausted. I love working on music and we’re having a lot of fun. But holy shit…” He leans his head back on the back of the couch and closes his eyes. “I feel like I could sleep for ten years.”

“You probably need to.” You tell him, walking over to the kitchen. “Did you eat already? I can fix you something if you’re hungry.��

“Nah, I’m okay. I’m too tired to eat.”

You tsk as you grab two wine glasses from the cabinet and grab a bottle of red wine from the counter. You pour yourself and Jake a generous amount.

“That’s not very healthy, Jakey.” You say, walking back into the living room.

“And wine is a better alternative?” He chuckles, taking the glass that you offer him to take a sip.

“Better than nothing, I suppose.” You take a seat next to him, happy to just share the space with him. “So, tell me about the album? How’s it going?”

He grins, his eyes lighting up. No matter how tired he is, he’s always excited to talk about music.

“It’s great! I think we’re really making something special. It’s a little different from what we’ve done before, but I think the fans will like it.” He takes a thoughtful sip. “I think… It's just different enough that it’s fresh and exciting. But similar enough to Garden’s Gate that the fans will still like it. We’re trying to toe the line as much as we can – keep what’s worked in the past without getting repetitive, ya know?”

You smile at his passion. Seeing the man you love get to do something he enjoys so much, with thousands of fans who adore him as much as you do – it’s an amazing feeling.

“Whatever you guys do, I know it’s going to be amazing. You all are so talented. The fans will love it no matter what.”

He finishes his glass of wine and places it on the coffee table.

“Thank you, y/n.” He leans back onto the sofa and a grimace flickers across his face. It’s so fast you probably would have missed it had you not been studying his face so closely.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, babe,” He says, giving you a crooked grin. “My back is just a little sore. Spending a lot of time crouched over a guitar.” He laughs, but you recognize the tightness around his eyes to be pain, not just tiredness. You place your own glass on the table next to his and stand up, offering him your hand.

“Come on.”

“Where to?” He asks, already standing and taking your hand.

“You’re gonna lay down and I’m going to give you a massage.”

His eyes fill with a mischievous sparkle.

“Not that kind of massage, Jake.” You scold, leading him up the stairs to your bedroom. “An actual message that will hopefully help your back.”

“Fine.” He sighs, smiling at you as you drag him to the bed.

“Take your shirt off and then lay down on your stomach. I’m going to make it a little more comfortable in here..”

“Yes ma’am.” Jake takes off his shoes and shirt and watches you as you move around, lighting the candles that you have scattered across the room. Jake sinks into the bed just as you turn off the overhead light, the only light now coming from the soft glow of the candles.

“Y/n?” Jake asks as you walk into the bathroom to grab some lotion.

“Yeah, babe?”

You walk back into the bedroom to see Jake laying on his back, eyes soft as he looks at you.

“I should have eaten dinner like you said because I think that wine went straight to my head.”

He giggles, and you notice the flush that’s overtaken his cheeks and chest. You just laugh and shake your head, taking a moment to admire him in the candle light. His hair is pulled back in a loose bun, with little wisps falling out and framing his face. It looks so soft and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Your eyes move downwards, again noting the flush on his chest before your eyes find his soft stomach – no doubt your most favorite thing about him. If he wasn’t so tired and the mood was a little different you’d take the opportunity to bite him. Instead, you walk softly over to the side of the bed and nudge his shoulder.

“Roll over on your stomach, baby. Just relax.”

He complies, and you climb up onto the bed. You nudge his legs apart and you gently sink down and straddle his waist.. You squirt some lotion onto your hands and warm it up between your palms before splaying your hands out on his shoulder blades. Immediately, Jake lets out a sigh of relief and you can feel him relax further into the bed. You begin to message him, and you can clearly feel the knots in his upper back and shoulders.

“Jesus, Jake. No wonder your back hurts.” You say, working your hands down his shoulders and kneading your fingerstips into his biceps. “You’re so tight back here.”

“I know.” He mumbles, voice muffled by the pillows. “It’s been hurting for a while but…” He trails off and sighs as you find a particularly tense knot in his back.

“You should have said something and I could have helped you sooner, babe.” You say, sliding your hands down farther to his lower back.

“Didn’t wanna bother you.” He says quietly.

“Jake…” You say, reaching out to turn his head towards you. His chocolate eyes are glassy with sleep and wine. “That’s what I’m here for. I want to help you.”

He gives you a lazy smile.

“I know. But I still feel bad.”

“Don’t ever feel bad. I love you. And I love helping you in any way I can.”

He huffs a laugh and lowers his face back down into the pillow.

“I love you too, y/n. So much.”

You continue your massage on his back, slowly but surely working out the knots and tension. You relish in the feeling of his skin underneath your hands. He’s warm and his scent is so comforting. You feel more at ease than you have in months. Eventually, you hear his soft snores and you rise carefully from his back. You pull the covers over him and take a moment to watch him. The tightness around his eyes is gone, replaced with a softness that you hadn’t seen in a while. His mouth is slightly parted, and his lips look so soft. It’s moments like this that make all of the absence worth it. One moment with Jake like this is worth all the hours of missing him. You’re overcome with a feeling of complete unworthiness. You can’t believe a man like this has fallen in love with you. Of all the people in the world, it’s you that he allows himself to be this vulnerable around. You feel like if you think about it too long you might cry so you shake your head and begin to quietly walk around your bedroom to blow out all the candles. Jake doesn’t stir as you walk to the bathroom to put the lotion away. You walk as quietly as possible back to the bed and crawl in next to him, pressing your back to him and closing your eyes.

‘Mmmm.” He mumbles, cracking his eyes open. “y/n?”

“Go back to sleep, Jakey.” You whisper.

He mumbles something unintelligible before rolling onto his side to face you and slinging his arm around your waist. He pulls you tight against his chest and presses his face into your hair, breathing in deeply.

“Don’t deserve you.” He whispers.

“You deserve the world, rockstar.” You’re met with nothing but his soft snores.

You smile and close your eyes.

#greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fanfiction #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfiction #jake kiszka #jake gvf #gvf fanfic #jake kiszka fluff

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neocentral · 6 months

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Being in college and you start a going out with jisung, both connecting over not having been in a relationship before and being into the same things. It's a steady road for a few months, you guys go out to eat or make study dates, cuddle at your place watching tv or sometimes makeout in his house- but no sex. You don't feel ready, you've told him since the begining and Jisung being the sweet guy he is-he didn't mind, he is a virgin too afterall.

He likes spending time with you, he likes your quirks and flaws and knows you like his too. But whenever he meets his friends he can't stop the growing flame of resentment at you everytime he gets teased and pressured by the guys to get his dick wet, that being a virgin man at his age is embarrassing or that you're probably getting your back blown by that guy from chicago and how he is too much of a pussy to just plow you and finally pop his cherry.

He (hopes) knows they don't actually want to hurt him and are just looking out for him, they've always being there for him, but Jisung can't stop their voices in his head taking all of his attention in class and telling him how he is probably getting cucked and he is naive for believing that a girl that looks like you would still be a virgin at your age. They are just looking out for him, like they've always done, they are only friends afterall.

So he caves. They've been with a lot of partners and are always bragging about how they've made them scream until they finish. They can help him!! They can tell him the best place to take you out on a date and what words would get you to realize giving your virginity to him is a safe choice!!

Jisung did not really expect jaemin to hand him the smallest ziploc bag he had never seen before with a blue colored powder and instructions on how to slip it in your drink. For hyuck to tell him how to use his arm to choke so you can pass out if he wanted to go more rounds.

Jisung was a bit shocked, tried not to let it show on his face, looking around as discreetly as possible to try and make sense of the advice he is getting from his friends, accidentally making eye contact with jeno's dark gaze. Jeno scared jisung. Sure, jisung and jeno share years of friendship and mutual love, that doesn't erase all the times jeno has lost his temper and taken it out on (usually) jisung. -As silent as jeno was, his gaze told jisung everything he didn't want to think about.

There was no other way now.

Maybe he shouldn't have asked his friends for advice, but where else could he have gone? He tried asking you once after two months of dating but you had shut down the question so fast he had felt ashamed during the next week, with his friends insulting you when he told them, what a fucking bitch to simply ignore your boyfriend's feelings (needs). Now with the guy's help he had only one path, he couldn't let them down now that they had trusted him enough to share their tactics.

So it's time for a date. A nice evening study date, his parents weren't home so his living room was a good place to study you thought, that way you don't have any distraction nor any candid thought about your boyfriend- this class is kicking your ass and you really need to understand the new content.

It was a normal date; you would arrive at his home, relax together in his couch and then he would go make you both some coffee while arranged the coffee table infront of the couch to study. You usually down the first cup of coffee in the span of 10 minutes then get up to make another round of coffe for the both of you 30 minutes into the session when Jisung finishes his. But you can't get up.

You remember *trying* to get up, but your legs and arms felt weak and your head felt too hot to be comfortable. You mumbled your boyfriend's name, you were starting to feel scared because you've never experienced symptoms like these. The feeling of Jisung's arms holding you by your armpits and making you lay on the couch were the only thing you could make out trough the fog and heat in your mind.

Jisung heart's was trying to break free from his body, it was pounding like crazy, he could feel a vold sweat start to form in his body by the anxiety that your current state was causing him. Fuck. He should've asked what exactly the drug would do to you, he is not sure this is normal. Calling Jaemin for more information on the effect had ended up being not a smart decision. Hearing his other friends laughing in the background and mocking him was making him lose the anxiety and reigniting the flame of disdain he had tried to put out.

The more you heard from the call the worst you felt. The voices of your boyfriend and his friend group echoing through the pounding in your head. Whimpers and small pained moans escaping you because of the burning heat you were feeling in your vag, taking jisung's attention away from the phone screen to your squirming figure on his couch.

"Make it a videocall"

He has no obligation to do as his friends tell him. He knows that, he can feel it deep within himself that he could you let this pass and try and work out things with you later.

But the sight of you struggling to rip your clothes trying to alliviate the heat you're feeling and the way your eyes are looking at him through the fog behind them with an expressiong of fear and betrayal is making his cock feel like it's being lit on fire. The blood rushing to it is almost making him feel dizzy with how worked up he is getting. He almost doesn't register that his friends are still talking to him and telling him to show them what he is about to do.

Setting the phone on the table against your empty cup of coffe making sure the camera captures your shaking figure, he starts unbuttoning your shirt, feeling the heat of your skin under his fingers. He cant help the sigh he lets out when finally getting to touch your body.

Jisung feels enthraled, he completely blocks out his friends and can now only hear your pained whines, one of his hands travelling to his crotch to start unbuttoning his pants and palm his cock under his underwear, he wants to take you, he *needs* to take your virgin pussy.

His other hand is touching your clit over your panties, you can feel how wet your undies are by how cold they are getting against your burning skin.

Jisung wants to smell you, he wants to know how every part of you smells when in such worked up state. But he is desperate now, he wants to feel the warth of your pussy and how tight you'll squeeze his cock when he kisses your deepest parts with it.

Pulling your panties down he starts undressing his lower half so he can touch his crotch to yours and smear his long shaft with your juices. God, he feels like he is about to burst with just this.

You can feel the twitch of your fingers, your whole body's been shaking this entire time without you being able to move it, until right now. You can feel yourself lifting your arm with all it's strength to meet Jisung's check with your fist to get him off of you so you can get away from this whole situation.

Watching your arm slowly lift and your hand lightly tap his face he can't help the small laugh that leaves him, although he gets a bit spooked when he hears the loud laugh coming from his phone, but the look of absolute daze your eyes show has his attention pulled completely to you, feeling his hips desperately humping your entrance.

Using his hand he made sure to get all your juices around himself so it was easier for his cock to slide in all the way.

A chocked whine is forced out of you at the feelings your nerve endings are sending to your brain. You can feel the pain of his cock bottoming out in your untouched tunnel, but the conflicting signals being sent to your brain by the drug are making it even harder to form a coherent thought.

He tries to stop himself, but he is finally inside you and the way your pussy is squeezing him is making cry out in pleasure while he ejaculates inside you.

"Ha, I knew it. You fucking virgin, you came the second you put it in!"

Jaemin's voice did not distract him though. Caught in that post nut daze he felt your insides pulsing and started thrusting as hard as he could while moaning your name.

He had just found his new favorite feeling, and your small cries for him to stop were nothing but music to his ears.

- :3

lol, no te rias de mi intento de historia😔 espero que de algo sirva para tu nostalgia por jisung ksjdj

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deanwritings · 1 year

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FwB: Chapter 1 - The Proposition

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 3,283

Warning: Smut (in case the title was not obvious) and 18+ themes and language.

Gif:

A/N: Just one of those fun little storylines that popped into my head. Enjoy ;)

Putting the Read More's early since it's 18+ content

"Mhmmm," you hum, curling into yourself as you rest on the cool sheets of the motel bed. The man of the hour was re-buttoning his shirt and pulling his pants back on as you relaxed into the mattress.

"How do you take your coffee?" His voice is light as his eyes roam your still naked body. You take a deep breath, the spot in between your thighs still throbbing from your truly breath-taking encounter.

"Light, with milk please," your voice is soft, still not having fully recovered from its overuse last night and this morning. Twice.

He nods his head, giving you one last, lingering look, a smile wide on his face, before he steps out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

You roll onto your side, your knees slightly tucked and your chin resting in your hand, staring at the pastel wallpaper thinking about how you ended up here.

You weren't really the type of person who had one sight stands. You typically liked to share this experience with someone you knew and trusted, but after months of hunting, and no relationships in sight, your vibrator was starting to get old and you were really missing the real thing.

So, you decided to sneak out after Dean and Sam's lights had shut off in their room, and headed to the local bar where you met Jordan; a nice-looking man, probably within a five-year age range of yourself, who caught your attention as soon as you walked in. It took you a few drinks to work up your courage, but you invited him back to your room, and as you laid here thinking about it, you were so happy you had.

You hear the door click open behind you and you slightly turn your head to the noise.

"Well that was --"

"Hey Y/--"

"Dean!" You screech, the hunter appearing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and not a single sound coming out as his hand falls off the doorknob, his eyes roaming over your naked figure.

"Stop looking" You scream at him again, one hand going to cover your breasts as the other desperately reaching for the kicked up comforter.

"I--" Dean's voice gets stuck in his throat and nothing else comes out.

You finally manage to grab the blanket and pull it around you, effectively covering yourself as you stand from the bed.

"What the fuck, Dean? Did you get hit in the head and forget how to knock?" You screech, your hands tightening around the scratchy comforter protecting your modesty.

"Wha--no,” He stutters before closing his eyes and shaking his head. “I know how to knock.” He finds his voice and his eyes pop open again. “I wasn't expecting you to be laid out naked on the bed!" Dean's voice is an octave higher than usual as he throws his hands towards the bed you had been lounging on.

You just glare at him and he rolls his eyes as his hands slap against his legs.

"I was coming to get you as check out was ten minutes ago and Sam and I have been waiting for you." His deep voice returns, a hint of annoyance to it now.

Your head whips to the digital clock by the bedside, the large, red letters reading 10:14.

Shit. You got so caught up in this morning's activities you completely forgot you were supposed to meet the boys at the car by 10am.

"Why are you naked anyways?" Dean's voice brings your gaze back to him, his brow furrowed and lips frowning at you as he looks you over, not in a checking you out sort of way, but trying to answer his own question.

Before you can answer, the answer appears in the doorway behind Dean, two paper coffee cups in his hand.

Dean turns towards the sound, and Jordan's blue eyes look over Dean, before looking to you.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asks cautiously, and you can practically see his thoughts.

"Who are you?" Dean questions as he straightens out, and Jordan takes a step back.

"Look dude, I had no idea she had a boyfriend," he raises his hands up, still holding the coffee cups.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"I'm not her boyfriend," You and Dean say in perfect unison.

Another set of footsteps echoes off the concrete landing of the second floor, and suddenly, a larger man appears behind Jordan.

"Everything okay here?" Sam peeks into the room, a mix of confusion and laughter in his brown eyes as he takes in the scene of you wrapped in a faded pink comforter, Dean standing a few steps into the room, looking between you and Jordan, and a nervous-looking Jordon who just wanted to bring you some coffee before you said goodbye.

"For fuck's sake can you two give me five minutes of privacy!" You order the Winchesters.

Sam's eyes go wide as he coughs back a laugh but just nods his head, disappearing from your view.

Dean just looks between you and Jordan, his gaze lingering on Jordon for just a moment longer, before he silently leaves your room, Jordan stepping out of his path.

Once the sound of footsteps disappears, Jordan finally steps inside the room and closes the door behind him.

"Friends of yours?" Jordan asks with a light smile as he reaches out to hand you your coffee, his body visibly relaxed now that Dean is gone.

"More like co-workers," you nod a thanks as you take the cup from him and take a sip.

You had mentioned to Jordan that you were a private detective when he asked about your occupation last night. It wasn't a total lie; a lot of your work was similar to that of a PI, but you were typically investigating monsters instead of cheating partners and missing teenagers.

"Ah," Jordan tsks and takes a sip of his own coffee as a silence falls over you.

Now came the awkward part. This being, really, your second-ever, one-night-stand, you weren't really sure what to do next. Last time you had one, you had snuck away while the guy was still sleeping, so there was no need to say "goodbye."

"Guess I better get going." You break the quietness of the room, and Jordan nods.

"Thank you for last night," you smile. "And this morning." This gets a chuckle out of both of you and Jordan's gaze falls down to his feet.

For a brief moment, you wonder what it would be like to date him; a normal man with a normal job, in a quiet, little town that now had one less ghost problem. He was funny and seemed very genuine. He wasn't the type of guy you pictured would take a woman home for just one night of fun, but you thought the same about yourself. In another life, where two infamous hunter brothers weren't waiting for you, you picture yourself dating Jordan, and your smile falls at the thought.

"Well if you ever happen to be in the area," his blue eyes find yours again. "I hope you'll look me up." He smirks and your smile finds its way back.

"I definitely will."

A few minutes later, you're fully dressed and your packed duffle is slung over your shoulder as you approach Dean leaning against Baby's hood, and Sam sitting in the passenger seat with his laptop open.

"So that was you last night?" Dean hums with a shit-eating smirk. You stop in your tracks and ball your fist before landing it against his shoulder, barely phasing the large man. "Sounded like fun."

"Shut it," you mumble, continuing your path to the trunk and throwing your bag inside, Dean's laughter following you before you hear the driver door shut.

"Sounded like fun," you mock, slamming the trunk shut with a little extra force before climbing into the back of the Impala.

Nine hours later, the trio finally returned home to the bunker.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Y/N hightailed it to her room, Dean's gaze following her movements, his eyes glued to her ass.

He couldn't stop thinking about how he found her this morning; lounging naked on the bed, her tits sitting perky on her chest and her smooth thighs positioned just well enough over each other that he couldn't see what was between them.

Mix that in with the noises he had heard last night and twice this morning, he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a wet dream after he fell asleep listening to the satisfied moans from the woman next door. He had just assumed it was the room on the other side of theirs. He never imagined they would be coming from Y/N's room.

To say the trip home was uncomfortable was an understatement. He tried to keep himself distracted by listening to Sam ramble about some potential cases, but he was pretty much fighting off a semi most of the drive. He would be able to calm himself with memories from his childhood, or some of their more nasty cases, like the bugs from years ago, but a glance into his rearview mirror would undo it all with one look at you.

Maybe he should have gone out to get laid last night, too. Hell, he would have been happy to scratch that itch for you had he known.

It wasn't like he was oblivious to your looks. Yes, you were his friend, and a badass hunter, but you were also a beautiful woman with eye-catching curves and gorgeous Y/E/C eyes.

He had definitely thought about it before, he'd be a fool not to, but he never let his mind wander too far before he made things weird in his own mind.

But hey, if you were game, maybe you could help each other out.

It had been a long time since he had gotten any; he had been too tired to even try after their last few hunts, and he had been avoiding his usual spot in Lebanon after his last hook up, Annie or Dani, or whatever her name was, had become a stage five clinger after their night together.

But what had surprised Dean most about this morning, well maybe not most, was that you had gone out for a hookup. In the year or so you had been living with the boys, Dean had never seen you go home with anyone or take anyone home. He had of course thought it was odd, a girl as beautiful as you keeping to yourself whenever you went out, but it wasn't any of his business and he kept his focus on his own needs instead.

But maybe you were hooking up, and just keeping it under wraps. If Dean hadn't walked in on you today, he would have never known about your night out.

Either way, after this morning's show, Dean wouldn't be able to control his thoughts about you anymore. It had been better than anything he tried not to imagine.

So he wanders down the hall until he's at your door and rasps his knuckles against the wood.

"What!" Your muffled voice responds. There's still a hint of annoyance from earlier and it makes Dean smile.

"Got a sec?" Dean raises his voice just a bit so you can hear him through the divider.

A beat passes before the doorknob shifts and you appear in the doorway.

"Congratulations on remembering how to knock," Y/N sneers as her arm rests upwards against the door. Dean starts to smile at the attitude, but quickly licks it away as Y/N stares him down.

"Can I come in?" Dean glances over your head into your room. Y/N purses her lips and squints her eyes, trying to figure out what he wants before she makes her decision.

"Fine," she huffs and steps aside, allowing him into the room.

Dean steps inside and glances around the room, set up identically to all the other bunker rooms, though decorated with pictures of Y/N's friends and the few members of family she has left. Her opened duffle was on the bed and clothes partially hung out it, Dean clearly having interrupted her unpacking.

“What do you want, Dean?” Y/N sighs as she closes the door behind him. “I swear to god if it has to do with this morning, I’m going to kick your ass.” She narrows her eyes and she turns to fully face him.

Dean looks down and licks his lips. This was probably a bad idea, but he wasn’t really thinking. Not with his upstairs brain at least.

"So, don't shoot me,” Dean lifts his hands up in defense before he even gets the words out, and her eyes crinkle as she squints at him, anticipating his words. “But, uh, it is about this morning." Dean smiles tightly, already anticipating her reaction as she huffs and her arms fall to her side.

"Get out!” She shouts as she points to the door.

“Y/N –”

“No! Let’s not act like this morning wasn’t the most embarrassing moment of my life, but you feel the need to keep rubbing it in my face.” She steps towards him, now pointing to herself as she draws closer.

“And I don’t see what the big deal is, anyways?” Her arms now fly out to her side. “It’s not like you and Sam don’t do the same thing. So why does it have to be a thing when I do?” She spits, her chest heaving with her words, and Dean’s eyes linger a little too long, thinking about what’s underneath her shirt.

“Dean!” She snaps his attention back to her raging Y/E/C eyes.

“It doesn’t!” His tone suddenly matches her, not because he’s mad, but because he got caught ogling her and forgot why she was yelling in the first place. So his natural instinct was to yell back.

“It doesn’t,” he holds his hands up and corrects his tone. He clears his throat and shakes his head. This conversation was getting away from him.

“There’s no shame in it, and I’m not here to make fun of you.” He watches as her shoulders relax, but she keeps her eyes narrowed at him.

“Then what do you want, Dean?” Her voice is crisp, and he realizes if he doesn’t get to his point in the next few seconds, she was going to either kick him out or stab him. Knowing her, she’d probably go for the knife first.

"What would you think about an arrangement?" He raises his eyebrows with a slight nod, hoping his stressed word would tell her exactly what he was thinking.

But Y/N's brows furrow and she frowns.

"An arrangement?" She echos with confusion, her eyes looking upwards like the answer is on her forehead.

Dean looks away and folds his lips. Maybe that wasn't the best term.

Time to bite the bullet and lay it all out.

“What do you think about a friends with benefits situation?” His eyes lock on hers, and his heartbeat is steady as he stares her down, studying her reaction.

Her body immediately shifts, her hip popping out and her head cocking to the side as her mouth hangs open.

"You’re asking to be fuck buddies?" Her E/Y/C eyes sparkle in disbelief.

Dean’s heart begins pounding. He can’t tell if her reaction is positive or negative. She was typically very easy to read; she wore her heart on her sleeve and she rarely hid her emotions. You would know if she was pissed as her screams echoed through the bunker, or if she was in a good mood as she danced down the hallways, humming along to whatever was blaring through her headphones. Like the rest of them, she hid the hurt, but the rest of her emotions were easy to tell.

Not this time though.

Dean takes a deep breath and his tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, the confidence he felt a few moments ago now wavering.

“Look, if it’s not your thing, fine. No hard feelings, no jokes, we’ll pretend this conversation never happened.” He tilts his head towards her. “But I’ve noticed hookups don’t really seem to be your thing, so if you don’t want to go through the trouble of sneaking out to meet someone,” her head dips and her eyes find the wall closest to her. “I’d be more than happy to help you out.”

A beat passes before she finally looks away from the wall and back at him. His lips quirk into a smile. Not cocky, not trying to charm her, but a true, genuine smile.

“Obviously you don’t need to answer now, or really ever, but you know where to find me.” He gives her one last lingering look before gently brushing past her and out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

He takes a step to the side, away from the door, and lets his body relax against the cold concrete as he lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize had built in his lungs.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but he figures that went as well as it could have. She didn’t shoot or stab him, or tell him off, so that had to be a good thing, right?

With a glance over his shoulder, he looks at the door, as if she may appear there, but several seconds go by and nothing changes.

With that, he pushes off the wall and heads back to his own room. He had left his duffle in the trunk of Baby, but figured at this point he could grab it tomorrow.

He heads to the kitchen, quickly finding a cold beer in the fridge and popping the cap off before heading back to his room as he takes his first few sips.

Typically after a hunt, everyone retreated to their rooms to decompress in their own way, and after today, Dean was going to need some much needed alone time with his right hand and his stack of Busty Asian Beauties. Specifically, Mikka on page 17 of volume 84.

Walking into his room, Dean kicks off his shoes and places his beer down on the desk across from his bed as he replaces his jeans with his gray sweats. He stripes off his dirty shirt, tossing it straight into the hamper and goes to his drawer to pull out a shirt for the night when there’s a knock on the door.

His heart jumps as his eyes shoot to the doorway.

What are the chances it’s Y/N?

He licks his lips as he stares at the door. Chances are slim to none. It’s probably Sam wanting to go over one of the cases he was talking about on the drive home, but in case it isn’t, he drops the shirt he had picked up back into the drawer.

He strides over to the door and takes a deep breath, his eyes looking high as he opens the door, but finds nothing.

He can’t help the smile that appears on its own as his eyes quickly shoot down to find Y/N standing in his doorway.

Her Y/C/H hair falls over her coral sleep shirt that has a much deeper V then the shirt she wore this morning. Dean’s eyes immediately find her cleavage, and he feels his heart nearly stop when he realizes her nipples are poking through the thin fabric.

His jaw clenches as his teeth grind against each other, and his semi suddenly returns.

“I’m in.”

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jinniesxl · 10 months

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Summary : After breaking up with your boyfriend your friends prescribe you a fun night at the club, where you end up meeting a guy who you could only describe as perfect. So you decide to get to know him . Even if it is just for one night.

Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing, Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), not wearing a seat belt??, semi public sex?. Idk they were alone but outside so😭

Pairings: Jimin x reader

3,400+ Words

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I'd rather be lost in the lights, lost in the lights.

I'm out of my mind.

Can you help me numb the pain?

Like Crazy- Park Jimin

The doors swung open and suddenly the music that was muffled from the outside became clear. As soon as you stepped into the club you could feel just how loud it was, the bass made your body vibrate. With the mix of blaring music, the smell of alcohol, sweat,strong perfumes and the intense blue strobe lights you were positive you would have a raging headache within minutes.

Being in a room full of sweaty drunk people practically fornicating on the dance floor, was not how you envisioned your night but here you were. It was the only way to get your friends –Mina and Soyeon– off your back. Ever since you and Namjoon had ended things they haven't left you alone. They think you're heartbroken despite you telling them that you were really okay.

The truth is your breakup with Namjoon didn't really hurt, of course you were sad but it wasn't messy or dramatic. You had mutually decided that you wanted different things and that you could still be cool with each other and you were content with that.

You would much rather spend your night off at home than in this club but if coming here meant Mina and Soyeon would stop trying to comfort you for something you were fine with, then you would party until their hearts were content.

Even though they originally came here to lift your spirits, you knew you would be by yourself within the next half hour. They loved to go clubbing and it usually ended with the both of them getting laid, but you were in a committed relationship for more than two years so this wasn’t your thing anymore. You used to come here with them all the time but as soon as you met Namjoon you decided to find more chill hangout places with less thirsty men around.

But now you were back here and not sure if you knew what to do. Your first instinct was to head for the bar because there was no way in hell you would get through this night sober, especially because you didn't want to be here in the first place.

The three of you sit on stools right next to each other and Soyeon orders shots for each of you.

“Shots already? I don't want to get too wasted tonight. I have things to get done tomorrow.” you whine “Relax Y/N just have fun tonight don't worry about tomorrow, let loose for a while”

You sigh and agree to “let loose” for the night.

Your friends begin to look around scanning the room most likely in search of a guy to hook up with tonight. Mina begins to open her mouth to speak when the bartender sets 3 shot glasses filled with vodka in front of you. Mina and Soyeon pick up their glasses and you do the same, clanking them together you mumble a quiet “cheers” and gulp it down cringing at the taste.

You order more drinks and pick something light on the alcohol. “Y/N do you see that guy” Mina nods you in the direction of a tall guy with dark hair who's wearing tight black jeans and a loose button up shirt with two buttons undone at the top. He's cute you'll admit but he has a sort of “frat boy” vibe to him and that's something you're just not into.

“He's been looking at you since we sat here. Go talk to him” She seems eager to find you a date but no matter how eager she is it won't be this guy.

“Yeah, he's been looking at me and 10 other girls. No thanks. You guys don't have to sit here and help me find hookups you know.”

“Fine, Fine lets just drink” Soyeon suggests

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Just like you expected both of the girls had left you sitting at the bar alone. They were now out on the dance floor or hooking up somewhere. You weren't having much fun so you pulled out your phone to text them that you were going home, but before you got the chance to type out the text you feel someone sit on the stool next to you.

“Not feeling it tonight huh?”

You look up to see if he's talking to you, which now you know he definitely is. He eyes you like you're the only person there. Looking from your eyes and lips down to your exposed legs in the short black dress you wore, maybe a little too short but it's all you had on hand.

“Yeah. It seems dull here tonight, but maybe i'm just not in the clubbing kind of mood”

“Let me buy you a drink before you go”

You frown at him. He seems nice but you just want to go home. “I just want to get out of here. Sorry.” His face lights up. Weird for a guy you just turned down. “Okay you want to get out of here? Come somewhere with me. It seems we both have nothing better to do tonight.”

Something told you he wasn't the type to give up easily and he gave you a good vibe so why not? Something about him made you curious. “One drink”

“One drink it is” he says, clapping his hands together and smiling. It was the prettiest smile you had ever seen. It was a smile that reached his eyes. It was genuine. When he smiled his eyes turned to crescent moons.

It was cute, but at the same time this man was far from cute.

Dressed in nicely fitted blue jeans and a matching jacket with gem stones scattered throughout in patterns. Under his open jacket he wore a white mesh tank top that had thicker straps on the shoulders. He wasn't super tall, about average height, but he was nicely built and skinny but you could tell that under that jacket he was at least a little bit muscular. And those thighs, his thighs were thick they looked strong it made you want to sit on the-

Get it together Y/N he's a stranger you just ran into

He ushers the bartender over to take your drink orders. You both tell him what you want and then swing back into conversation.

“Why'd you come tonight if you didn't want to be here because I can't lie you've looked like you want to be anywhere else since you got here.” he points out.

“My friends practically forced me out but now they're off doing god knows wha-” You pause Did he just say “since you got here”

“What do you mean since I got here? Have you been watching me?” you question

“It's impossible not to look at the prettiest girl in the room” you blush and he continues. “I saw you come in and since then my attention keeps drifting to you.” You giggle just now realizing that you're a bit tipsy from the drinks you've had earlier.

“You’re flirting with me but haven't even told me your name. It makes you seem like a player.” You joke. He lets out a small laugh. “Jimin, Park Jimin.”

“Well it's nice to meet you, Park Jimin” you say, making sure to highlight “Park” with your voice. “If it's anything to you, my name is Y/N”

“Y/N, I like that its pretty”

The bartender comes with your drinks and the two of you immerse yourselves in meaningless conversion.

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You told Jimin “one drink” and you meant it but that didn't stop you from taking him up on his offer of leaving together, not with the intention of hooking up, but from the way he was looking at you, you could tell that wasn't off the table.

The both of you had waited about an hour after you finished your drinks and had some food to help you sober up. Jimin had only had that one drink the whole night so he was okay to drive. Apparently he only comes to the club for dancing, not drinking. So you were a special case for him.

Before you left the club you had made it abundantly clear that this was a one night kind of thing and you most likely wouldn't see him again after this. Or at least you wouldn’t seek him out, and he was to do the same. He was okay with it although you swear you saw disappointment flash his face.

Sure you were over Namjoon, but dating this early on felt wrong, you just weren't ready yet. Not that you thought Jimin would want to date you after one night of hanging out. Tonight was only for fun and since it was supposed to just be a good memory you wanted to leave everything at that. A memory. There was no particular reason why but you didn't feel the need to bring a person on as a friend just because of one good night.

Mina and Soyeon had left with their hookups by the time you left so there was no point in staying.

Getting in Jimin's car you look around at the interior. Leather seats, that doesn't surprise you in the slightest.

“Where are we going?” you look over at him. “Why don't we drive around the city”

“I want to see the stars” you tell him “We can't see them if we stay in the city they get lost in the lights.”

He thinks for a second and then starts the car “I know a place” He begins to drive and you don't ask questions, for some reason you trust him. Even though you just met him you feel a sense of safety around him.

He turns on the radio and a pop song starts to play through the speakers. You're not sure who it is but it's a nice song. “I've always wanted to try something and this feels like the right time. Don't crash.”

He opens his mouth to speak but you're already pulling open his sunroof and sticking your head out. He slows down to a speed that you won't be blown back at and laughs as you yell into the night.

You know you look ridiculous but you don't care, people in movies alway look like they're having so much fun when they do this so you wanted to see for yourself. After you've had your fun you pull your head back into the car and shut the sunroof.

“Was it as fun as you thought?” Jimin chuckles. He thought it was cute how happy you looked after doing something so simple. It made him feel refreshed to be around someone so free spirited.

He thought maybe this could last forever.

You were clear on how you felt about tonight and he respected that even though you could've been so good together. By morning this would all be a memory.

“Not as thrilling as the movies make it seem but it felt nice”

A few more songs played on the radio before you got to your destination, you and Jimin singing along to the ones you knew.

You had driven out of the city, to the outskirts, it was quiet; peaceful. Jimin stopped the car “Lets get on the roof. I have blankets in the back.” The roof of what? There were no buildings out here. He wasn't talking about the car right. You'd fall off and break a leg within minutes.

You cocked your head to the side ready to ask where he was talking about, but he had already grabbed a blanket and stepped on a part of the trunk to pull himself up. So he did mean the car.

You kicked your shoes off and set them inside of the car before walking to the trunk and pulling yourself up. It was bigger than you thought up there but still dangerous. You sat beside Jimin and he wrapped the blanket around you, leaving his arm to hang around your shoulders and instead of moving away like you know you should have, you leaned in to his side.

The both of you sit in silence and look up at the sky, you could have sworn the night never felt this warm and the stars had never shone this bright. Being in this moment with Jimin felt right.

He glanced over at you staring off into the night sky and it made him smile at you once again. That beautiful eye smile.

You felt his eyes on you so you looked over. He brought his face down closer to yours and lightly grabbed your chin lifting it ever so slightly so you were forced to look into his eyes. “Y/N” he spoke softly “Can I kiss you”

You froze, you wanted to speak but were afraid of what you might say or ask him to do so you nodded your head and without hesitation Jimin finally closed the gap between your lips. The kiss started off softly, his plump lips testing out yours, but soon enough his hand dropped from your face down to your thighs, that were no longer covered by the blanket or your dress. The dress you were wearing had ridden up doing an extremely lousy job at covering anything.

He began to touch your thighs, caressing the outsides over so gently and then sneaking his hands into the top of your panties–where he stopped– Jimin pulled his lips away from yours and you were prepared to scold him for teasing you, but when you looked at him, it made sense

“Do you want me to keep going? It's okay if you don't want to go any further.”

“I want this, please make me feel good Jimin.” And that was all he needed before diving his hands into your panties and placing his lips back on yours. You spread your legs out so that he would have easier access but there was only so much room on top of his car.

He found your clit quickly and started to draw soft, gentle circles into you. Shamelessly you began to lift your hips into his hand desperate to feel more. Your eagerness made him grin into the kiss, but he had a feeling you wouldn't appreciate him teasing so he added a finger to your now wet cunt, slowly pushing it in and pulling it back out. The feeling of something finally inside you, made you moan.

Enjoying the noises coming from your lips he added another finger to the mix, stretching you out for him. You could've cum like this and Jimin knew it from the way you were clenching around his fingers, but he didnt want you to come, not yet, he still wanted to taste you.

He stopped suddenly and pulled his fingers out of you, you almost whined at the feeling of being empty. “Hey why'd you sto-'' You were cut off by him gripping your thighs and positioning you laid on your back on the cold metal of the car. You sat yourself up on your elbows and lifted your knees. He grabbed the hem of your now soaked panties and threw them back somewhere. If you weren't so dazed by his movements and desperate for pleasure you would’ve yelled at him for being so careless.

Throwing his legs over the front windshield of his car he placed his head directly over your navel.The position he was in couldn't have been comfortable.

“So that I could do this” Wasting no time he lowered himself so that he could place his soft lips over your sensitive clit. He moved his lips and tongue in a way that made you see stars. “F-fuck Jimin im gonna cum” Pushing his fingers back into your soaked cunt he lifted his head to watch you come undone “Thats right baby, cum for me” Quickly he put his mouth back on you, licking your clit and pushing his fingers in and out of you simultaneously. That was all it took for you to let yourself go.

You came on his mouth and fingers as your thighs trembled. He continued to rub your clit and help you ride out your orgasm. “Jimin, too much, it's too much” you gasped out while snapping your thighs shut. That didn't stop him from pulling them open to press one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt.

He pulled himself back onto the top of the car before licking his lips that were now slick with your cum.

You caught your breath and began to sit up as Jimin leaned over your body to kiss you again. “Are you alright?” He asked eyes slightly widening with concern because of your already fucked-out-looking state.

You let out a breathy chuckle. “I'm great, I just need a second, I wasn't expecting you to be so good with your mouth.”

He laughed and jumped down off the car holding his arms up for you to grab. “Come on, it's almost daylight, let's get you home.” Almost daylight? What time was it? How long did you and Jimin stay out here?

To any other one night stand Jimin would have suggested sex in the back seat, but with you it was different, not because he didn't want to but he knew it would make it harder to respect your wishes of keeping this a one-nighter.

Trying not to let the disappointment show on your face, you take his hands and let him help you down. Once you were back on the ground you pulled your dress back over your thighs and wobbled over to the passenger seat. Not long after, Jimin hopped into the driver's side and tossed the blanket to the back seat.

“I tried to see if your underwear were on the ground but its too dark so it looks like you'll have to go commando for a little while. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled at his words. “You owe me underwear Park Jimin” you said playfully. With that he laughed and had you put in your address so he could take you home.

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The ride was quiet but comfortable, your wishes for this to be a one night thing remained so when you arrived at your house it was time to say goodbye.

“Thankyou for tonight” you told him while opening the door and stepping out of his car “Ill see you around Park Jimin”

“Goodnight Y/N”

And with that you grabbed your shoes off the car's floor and walked to the door of your apartment. Jimin waited in his spot until you were safely inside before he left.

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The next morning –or more like afternoon– you woke up in your bed still wearing the dress from the club. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand beside you. It was text from your group chat with Mina and Soyeon:

MINA: Y/N we saw you with that guy last night you'd better tell us EVERYTHING

YOU: There's nothing to tell we sat and had a drink that's all.

You couldn't tell them what really happened because you knew they would never let it go.

SOYEON: LIAR! we watched you leave with him

You closed your phone. The last thing you wanted to do right now was talk about Jimin. Truthfully you regret not giving him your number last night because now that you think about it he's everything you want in a man.

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A few hours later after you showered and were now just relaxing there was a knock at your door. You weren't expecting anyone and Mina and Soyeon would've just let themselves in because they had keys in case of emergency, but used them all the time anyway.

You got up and made your way to the door. A little bag with a piece of paper sticking out was sitting on the step. You grabbed the bag and looked around outside but there was no one.

After going back inside you opened the bag, in it was a 4 pack of underwear and a note.

I felt bad for loosing your underwear I know these aren't the same but its something (:

I know you were clear about last night but just incase you change your mind *51######## is my number

-Park Jimin

You had never been more happy to lose a pair of underwear. Even though it hadn't been long you already missed Jimin Like Crazy and you were definitely going to call him.

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This was my first time writing detailed (kinda) smut so I think it turned out pretty okay👍🏽

I have an idea for a part two if anyone would be interested.

Please let me know what you think!! <3

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fieryanmitsu · 8 months

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I’m sorry I can’t be normal about this event 😭😭😭. Just going to cry and word vomit some more over Same Age Group ajwbrkfkskakwkngnfkakaknks!!! LOOK AT THEEEEEM! 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

I have so many feelings about these three and their friendship. Just look at how relaxed and buddy buddy they are with each other in this image! 😭 I know they’re all tipsy, but it’s still a fact that they’re great friends and their badge for this event is literally along the lines of “today, at the usual place”. It just makes me so warm and fuzzy that they regularly go out to eat and drink together. Like every time I see them talk about it in voicelines, etc. my heart just clenches and now we get a whole card, song and event about them?!?! I die.

And also the fact that the event teaser description is “The "now" that was unimaginable back then is here.” absolutely destroys me (in the best possible way—I’m being bombarded with all the good feels 😭😭😭). For Tasuku and Tsumugi, they’ve finally reconciled after their fallout and now are acting together when they thought it would never happen again. And, more significantly, the fact that Itaru is part of their group now… when, before Mankai, he never would have thought he’d have friends like this. 😭

And it hits even harder when we look at their gacha cards!!

LIKE WTF?! I wasn’t ready for this?!?! What do you mean Itaru is in the background and implies that these three were so CLOSE to being in each other’s lives during their high school years?!?! I daydream constantly about the “what ifs” of Itaru meeting them earlier in life (like I think about it so much I wrote a whole damn AU series about it 😭) and here it is dangling in our faces 😭😭😭. I just love that the theme of their unbloomed cards is all of them in high school, but then when you get to their bloomed cards…

It’s so obvious that they all have such a presence in each other’s lives! 😭 If we look at that event description teaser especially from Itaru’s POV, he never would have imagined he’d be regularly rubbing elbows with two buddies at an izakaya let alone being so comfortable with people that he would TIE HIS SILLY LITTLE HAIRTIE ON TASUKU’S HAIR and DRINK OUT OF A DUMBBELL BEER GLASS (which he is probably doing out of jokes to Tasuku or maybe just straight up got it as a gift from him).

I’m just so happy that Liber obviously found this friendship so important and significant that they gave us this content and I’m here for it 😭😭😭.

Also the song is SO GOOD?!?! It’s so chill but catchy!! I will cry if they ever perform it at a future Blooming Live concert!! I don’t understand the lyrics but the title of the song being “accord” also just hits me in the feels! 😭 It’s such a positive word to describe their relationship!

I really hope someone will translate the event story, event cards and the song lyrics one day!! If anyone sees the translations somewhere, please hit me up!! Or if any translators wants the raws for translation I can totally supply them!

As a side now, I swear SSR Tsumugi gacha cards are always so hard for me to obtain 🙃. It only took 1,595 gems (11 whole 10-pulls) for me to get one copy of him 🫠🫠🫠. I’ll stop talking now and go back to desperately grinding the rest of my unread content for more gems to try and bloom him 😭😭😭.

#a3!#a3! game #a3! act! addict! actors!#tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #itaru chigasaki #anmitsu chats

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2023 XVX Fic Recs!

Hi, all, I hope you're having a lovely holiday season! Around the beginning of this year, just for fun, I decided that I would record all of the fanfics that I read this year, and during the summer I had the idea to take some of the best fics I read in 2023 and compile them at the end of the year into a rec list. Since xiaoven was the ship I read the most fics for, I've decided to just do a rec list for them this year, but maybe in the future I'll branch out more!

As with any rec list, please take note of the ratings and the tags for any given fic! Just because something suited my taste doesn't necessarily mean it will suit yours, please take care of yourselves. Now, here are 10* fics that I read this year and think that other xiaoven fans should read too! (Also uh. Sorry for how much I'm about to talk in the reviews lol)

*Keep an eye out for a few bonuses that I've peppered in ;)

We Creatures of Fate, by Wackachu

[Ongoing, Teen, 57.9k, 7/?]

Xiao is a weapon forged from red, carved from the hearts of weeping souls and etched into the memories of grieving mothers. While free under the care of a new God, he finds salvation, yet feels as trapped as the day the chains first clamped down onto his wrists. Venti is a God, one born from the wishes of others as opposed to his own. After losing his loved ones, he can't help but feel lost, high on a throne all alone, built upon all things he despised. The two find each other by chance, yet the rest can only be described as fate. ---------- A telling of Xiao and Venti's story with a hefty load of lore

If there is any fic on this list that should be read, it’s this one. I am an absolute sucker for speculative lore when it comes to Genshin, and the picture that the author has assembled of Archon War-era Liyue is absolutely masterful. Within the threads of that beautiful tapestry, they’ve also been interweaving Xiao and Venti’s developing relationship all the way from when they were a newly-freed Adeptus and young Archon respectively. They have a long journey ahead of them (the burn is slow, folks), and I think that said journey is an absolute must-read.

Extra Recs: Wackachu has also written two other xiaoven one-shots, which I highly recommend for more bite-size pieces of their excellent taste!

the holy light of your single lantern, by boxofcrows (@miralia)

[Complete, Teen, 34k, 6/6]

“Long divided by river and sea, For years we two have failed to meet – And suddenly to find you seems like a dream.” Thousands of years of silence, broken by a single visit.

This fic wrapped up recently, so it’s a great time to go and show it some love! One of my biggest sorrows is that xiaoven is rather lacking in really good canon universe fics compared to other Genshin ships, but this fic managed to fill that hole in my heart. The author does a fantastic job of capturing the way that Xiao and Venti’s conflicting natures and ideals can cause friction between them, all while maintaining the undeniable magnetism that they feel towards each other.

Relax In My Arms, by alphaparrot (@aparrotandaqrow)

[Queerplatonic XiaoVen, General Audiences, 5.9k, One-Shot]

As Lantern Rite arrives, Xiao is found exhausted and spent by Qiqi of Bubu Pharmacy, who brings him back to Liyue. Upon awaking, Xiao quickly makes his exit and returns to Wangshu Inn, where Venti is waiting for him on the balcony. Xiao isn't in the mood to party, but maybe a chill hang-out would help him relax. Venti knows just the thing to help Xiao relax and recuperate, and as they both get comfortable, they begin to reflect....

Author's Original Promo Post!

Queerplatonic xiaoven was a flavor of their relationship that I hadn’t tried before this fic, but it really sold me on it. What I’ve always loved about xiaoven so much is the inherent intimacy that can be achieved between them once all of the emotional barriers between them have been stripped away, and I think that those ideas are explored very beautifully here. Xiao and Venti trust and love each other so deeply here, and it shows in every word and touch that they exchange, and I think that it’s a must-read for anyone whose brain chemistry was altered by the ‘Endless Suffering’ trailer (so basically, every xiaoven fan ever lol)

i can not save us (but you can), by anemowisp (@sillygirl19)

[Teen, 19.4k, One-Shot]

two boys figure out what the hell they're doing

In the midst of one of the most turbulent times in my life, one particular line in this fic really hit me where it hurt, and it’s one of the few times that I’ve actually cried reading a fic. In my xiaoven-enjoying friend groups, we sometimes call Xiao and Venti old men with teenager problems, which means they don't always work when turned into actual teenagers/young adults with those problems, but I think this fic pulls it off really well.

what queer sins stain thy soul, by Anonymous (@sincerelyandyourstruly)

[Mature, 3.2k, One-Shot]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

As an ace person myself, I feel it’s so rare to find a really good asexual character study where the asexuality is actually one of the central focuses of the intimacy taking place (if anyone has any recs of that variety please hit me up!), but I think that this fic pulled that off really well. It also delves into that particular vibe of when one’s identity might be shifting, which can be a really scary thing, but Xiao in this fic is lucky enough to have someone he loves and trusts to support him as he explores his new desires, which was really comforting to read about.

Where Words Fail, by kavvueh (@kavvueh)

[Complete, Teen, 34k, 12/12]

Author's Original Promo Post!

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

As someone who was also suffering through music theory alongside Venti as this fic was publishing, all of the attention to detail in the musical aspects of this fic absolutely tickled me. But all of that was merely a foundation for a lovely story about a pair of souls finding their partner in a new life. The musical connection that xiaoven have is one of the essential tenets of the ship, and this fic did a beautiful job of using that idea to its fullest potential.

Extra Rec: kavvueh has recently started publishing a new xiaoven fic with a similar setting, so if you enjoy these kinds of fluffy modern aus, give that one some love as well!

The Stars in Teyvat are a Lie, and So Is the Sky, by yueyunn

[Complete, Teen, 148.2k, 13/13]

There were several issues that Xiao immediately took with Ningguang’s proposition for him to produce for Barbatos: his other artists had upcoming comebacks and year-end stages that required his attention, he was overworked enough as it were already, and Ningguang was not exactly someone he was looking to do any favors for. While her persistence to overlook all this was one matter, nothing aggravated him more than Ningguang completely ignoring the obstinate fact that he. doesn’t. work. with. idols.

Perhaps I was a bit like Xiao in this fic at the beginning of this year, because I approached the two idol/celebrity aus on my to-read list with open skepticism, and then ended up absolutely adoring them both. What I loved about this fic the most was how much care was put into actually translating the character’s canon backstories into the modern idol au setting. The author clearly has so much love for the characters, and it really shows through in the way that everyone has their chance to shine, even the side characters. This fic also updated recently with 15k words of extras, so it’s a great time to visit or revisit it!

Extra Rec: gold rush, by underthethousandstars was the other idol/celebrity au I read this year and really enjoyed, so if those aus are up your alley, I highly recommend it!

low-key (no pressure!), by windrise (Twitter - @/wyndrise)

[Ongoing, Teen, 75.7k, 11/?]

Following his friend’s questionable suggestion, Venti partners with Xiao—the resident grouch of his early morning stats class—for his music project.

If you want to sit down with a fic that will give you the warm fuzzies, this is definitely the one to pick. As alluded to previously, I don’t really go for modern aus as much, but this fic absolutely blew my expectations out of the water. I was getting the ‘squee’s as I read about Xiao and Venti growing closer over the course of working on Venti’s project, as the author has an excellent grasp of the deep inner kindness that the two of them hold, and how that kindness would naturally draw them together.

bouquet of lies, by underthethousandstars (Twitter - @/zhongliorder)

[Complete, Mature, 85.9k, 12/12]

In a world where humans can use elemental magic, Xiao uses his to move through the shadows becoming Liyue’s phantom killer. Known to the public as Alatus, he is their most notorious assassin. One day Xiao secures his biggest job yet: kill the Crown Prince of Mondstadt, Venti. Harbouring no love towards any royal family Xiao pulls off his mission with success. Or so he thought.

This fic falls solidly on the darker end of xiaoven stories (the ‘Dark Fantasy’ tag is there for a reason!), so if you happen to like your ships with an enemies to lovers flare, this is definitely one to check out. This is one of those stories that really managed to pull me into the world of assassins and political intrigue that the author has crafted, and on top of that it puts a fun spin on exploring Xiao and Venti’s individual guilt and the way that it affects them as people. The first fic in the series is finished, but the second installment is currently in progress, so I highly recommend checking that one out as well!

every morning in the dark, by magicites (Twitter - @/bribird_wings)

[Complete, Mature, 77.1k, 34/34]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

While by far the heaviest of any of the fics I’ve recommended so far (mind the warnings and the tags!!), if you can stomach the subject matter, this is one of those fics that I would refer to as XiaoVen Essential Reading. The author has a pitch-perfect grasp of what makes xiaoven, qualities which are pushed to their limits as the two of them struggle to break free of the loop that they’re trapped in. I took severe emotional damage while reading it, but my only regret was that I hadn’t read it sooner. It’s definitely A Lot, but it’s so, so worth it for anyone who really enjoys this pairing.

And with that, we reach the end of the list! If you've made it this far, thank you so much, and I hope I've given you some fics to add to your to-read list for the coming year! I tried to incorporate some newer fics with some classics, so hopefully there's something here you haven't heard from before.

With that said, I'll hopefully be back next year with some more xiaoven or other Genshin fic recs! <3

#genshin impact #xiaoven #venti #xiao #venti genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #fic recs #fic rec list #navi's ficshelf #Maybe I should make my own rec tag so I stop losing fics I reblog but uhhhh tired :)#I technically cheated with bouquet of lies because I only read the sequel this year #But I feel like it made more sense to rec the first fic in the series instead of the second #Also if anyone I tagged in this doesn't want to be please just let me know and I'll remove you #I don't want to offend anyone's privacy

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YENQA’S MASTERLIST

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST

f – fluff a – angst d – drabble o – 3k+ word fic s – smau t – texts ✪ – discontinued/on hold ☆ – personal favorite

ot7

enha reaction to you getting glasses! f, d

how you spend a snowy day with them! f, d

enha reaction to you going to their concert! f, d

acts of service with enha! f, d

l.hs

house of cards a, d

your relationship with heeseung fell, like a house of cards.

new romantics! f, s,

in which y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.

smart f, d, ☆

in which a tutor session with you leads to heeseung finding out how incredibly smart he is.

10 things i hate about you teaser f, a, o ☆

you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow he’s always around, and he can’t see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

p.js

apple cider teaser f, a, o

SEQUEL! apple cider (bedroom sessions) teaser

when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.

sunsets (when jay can’t help but be cliche) f, d, ☆

watching a sunset with jay.

poems in verse(s) f, a, o

you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading

the line in between f, d, ☆

in which it’s new year’s eve, 1999. and jay finds you on his doorstep right before midnight.

ADVANTAGES f, a, s

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN, ABOUT YOU? f,d

how often jay thinks of you.

s.jy

here with me f, d

during your trip to go eat sushi, you not only find your new favorite song, but your new favorite person to listen to it with.

die first a, d

though you never cared about anything. but between the two of you, you would hope to die first.

loving you f, d

the color of your love.

lucky day f,d

in which jake freaks out and sells you coffee for 90% off for “wear a blue shirt” day.

p.sh

crave you f, a, d

you were a very popular girl to say the least, almost every boy wanted you, but why did he not want you?

she plays bass! teaser f, a, o

prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.

glue song! f, a, s, ✪

when you realizes the man of your dreams has been right in front of you after all.

angel f,d,

sunghoon can’t seem to figure out if you’re human or an angel.

k.sn

fairy of shampoo f, d

sunoo sees you in a shampoo ad and thinks way more romantically of you then he should. luckily niki is there to help him.

four words a, d

the four words that ruined everything

i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if youre down for it f,d

on a planned night in, sunoo shows up in a tuxedo.

y.jw

wisdom man f, d

you just got your wisdom teeth taken out, who’s there to comfort you? jungwon of course!

moonlight river a, d

the feelings moonlight river brought you were being loved and to love. but since he was gone, all you felt was sorrowful about the place.

raindrops f,d

after a long celebration for his birthday, jungwon finally lies down. he loves watching movies to relax, but he definitely loves you more.

to be loved is to be known a,d

jungwon knows you. he knows you so well that he can tell when you’ve fallen out of love with him.

n.rk

more time with you! f, a, s

a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?

cranberry juice f, a, d

riki’s prank goes too far… and suddenly you’re ignoring him! how will he fix this?

childish f, d

niki comforting you after you having a hard time studying.

bf texts with niki! a,f,t

when you miss him when he’s on tour

night secrets f,a,d

in which the two of you reveal your deepest secrets to the other in the middle of the night.

#yen’s important folder 𓆩❤︎𓆪

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burrowbabe · 11 months

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Give and Take - Chapter 5

"Travis is here." you respond, grimacing in his direction.

She turns to look over her shoulder.

" ... and he's coming this way."

Your ex proved to be one of then worst people on the planet. While that is the consensus amongst most couples who have broken up, you like to believe he takes the cake.

He quickly makes it to your table in a few strides with a smug look on his face.

"Hey guys. Long time, no see."

He leans his arm on the back of your chair, looking down at you.

"Can I help you?" you question with a look of disgust on your face.

"Just being friendly, Anna."

"For once ..." you quip. "I'm trying to have a nice night with my friends if you don't mind, thanks."

He looks around the table as if waiting for someone to beg him to stay. Of course, no one does considering your past with him. Your friends were never his friends despite what he thinks.

"Nice to see no one has changed." He mutters.

Putting his hands up to surrender, he backs away from the table.

"Jeez ... tough crowd. I'll be seeing you around." he directs at you with a wink.

With a roll of your eyes, you quietly apologize to the table for the interruption and motion for the waitress to bring the check.

"No, no. Please, it's my treat." Joe insists, taking the check and handing over his credit card.

"I just want to get out of here." you say and the rest of the group thanks Joe for dinner.

"He's a tool Anna. Forget about it!" Tana says, caressing your back on the car ride home.

"I'm fine ... just annoyed is all."

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you feel a stress headache coming on.

"He always does this. Pops up out of the blue to remind me how miserable our relationship was."

"He must be looking for me to beat his ass again." your brother comments from the row behind, garnering a defeated laugh from you.

"Who was that girl?" Tana wonders aloud.

"I don't know, and I don't care." You reply, watching the nightlife whizz by the window to distract yourself.

Travis was a class A narcissist. You had met him for the first time at 15 years old when you attended the Grammy's after party. You had swept the rap category with your debut album.

As you awkwardly made small talk with your music idols, Travis had approached you, offering to sneak you some alcohol. Taking him up on his offer, you and him sipped champagne behind some bushes. He was charming, he made you laugh, and he was incredibly handsome.

You didn't meet again for 2 years, spotting him at a night club one night with your friends. From there, you both were inseparable.

3 long years of dating turned into the most tumultuous experience of your life. The honeymoon phase was far over just a couple months in, but you were convinced that if you love someone, you make it work no matter the circumstances.

It had been 10 months since your very public breakup, and running into him was not getting any easier.

It seemed everyone had caught on to the fact that your mood was soiled for the rest of the night. So, the group went their separate ways when the town car dropped you off at your house.

You let the hot water run down your neck and shoulders for a long while, hoping it would relieve some of the tension your ex had caused.

While you felt more comfortable in your sweats, you still weren't totally relaxed.

When you go downstairs, you see Tana passed out on one side of the couch and Joe watching TV.

"Where'd everyone go?" you ask as you approach the living room. Pausing the movie he was watching, Joe turns to look at you.

"Ja'Marr went to meet some friends at the club, Nick went home, and your brother invited a girl over." he explains with a shrug.

Nodding your head with pursed lips, you sit down on the couch next to Joe.

He resumes the movie for a while, you both just silently enjoying Pootie Tang.

"Are you OK?" he asks after a long while.

Taking a deep breath, you shrug.

"Yeah I guess."

You bite your inner cheek and make eye contact. He looks at you intently, noticing the glaze over your eyes from tears that could spill any second.

"I don't even like his music anyway." Joe says, drawing a weak smile from you.

"He's terrible." you say, shaking your head.

A beat of silence goes by.

"I can't say that I didn't see the gossip in the media when you guys broke up. I don't know how guys can just dog girls like that." Joe says.

"Me neither." You mutter. "Took me a long time to figure it out."

You meet Joe's eyes as he nods. You can feel tears rush to your eyes and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. You didn't even feel sad about the situation anymore, just incredibly exhausted by having to rehash it.

Biting your lower lip, you swallow hard to keep from looking like you were ready to burst into tears.

"I think I'm just gonna put myself to bed." You say, getting up from the couch. "Goodnight."

"Night." He replies. When you're gone, Joe is too lost in his thoughts to realize Tana was awake.

"There is some serious tension there." She says, snapping Joe out of his trance.

"What do you mean?"

"You were totally 2 seconds away from kissing." She says, matter-of-factly.

Shaking his head with a furrowed brow Joe denies it.

"If you say so." She says, definitely not convinced.

"He hit her you know." She says, causing Joe's head to whip around.

"What?"

"Right here in the house. They had a fight and he punched her and threw her down the stairs. Him and AJ got into a brawl, the cops came ... all that." She explains.

"Are you kidding me? That's insane!" Joe replies, flabbergasted.

"Yeah, we couldn't believe it. All because she confronted him about cheating on her." She scoffs and shakes her head.

"She disappeared back home to New York for like 4 months and we didn't hear from her. She was really fucked up over the whole situation. Then randomly she just showed up again, happy as hell." Tana continues.

"Do you think she's OK now?" He asks.

"She's stronger than me, that's for sure. I think she just needed a break from LA. She's definitely back to her old self, which we're all happy about, but I do think she should branch out and find someone new." Tana says, whipping the blanket off of herself.

"Welp, I'm going up to my room. See ya in the morning Joey boy."

Joe spends the next few minutes staring off into space in silence, going over what Tana had told him. Call it mid-Western, mama's boy values, or just plain morals, but he was furious that someone could disrespect a woman like Travis had disrespected Anna.

He couldn't imagine hurting Anna, or any woman for that matter intentionally. She was different, nothing like he had ever encountered before.

He was attracted to her confidence and success, her kindness and generosity, and their difference in upbringing and culture intrigued him.

He put himself to bed that night fantasizing about the ways he would treat Anna differently than her ex. This somehow aroused him and he ignored the urge to touch himself, at least for tonight.

One step at a time. He tells himself.

He wanted whatever might transpire between he and Anna to be organic.

Friends first. He thinks.

Whatever distrust she had in men romantically, he was determined to fix that.

#cincinnati bengals #joe burrow #au #joe burrow fan fiction #fanfiction

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anniemika · 1 year

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What Goes Around - Chapter 3

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Genre: Modern AU, Class Difference, Slow Burn, Angst, Smut, Fluff

Series Summary: Your life is what a lot of people would describe as their dream - constant parties, expensive gifts, fast cars, and money that can last you a lifetime. The facade is a pretty golden one, but underneath, the ugliness always threatens to crack, and you’re tired of trying to constantly prevent that from happening. That is why when you meet a certain 22-year old chauffeur, whose eyes can take all that tiredness away, you begin to re-evaluate every decision that has been made for you in your entire life.

Warnings: depression, anxiety, aggressive behavior, cheating, toxic relationships (family and other), cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of death, eating disorder, substance abuse, heavy drinking, trauma, casual sex, eventual smut (explicit sex; blowjob, handjob, cunnilingus, unprotected penetrative sex, rough sex, dub-con, creampie, corruption, choking, praising)

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Previous Chapter

Chapter summary: Your connection to the green-eyed boy becomes deeper when he rescues you yet again from your drama-filled life.

Words: 7.5k

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“You’ve been booked for 10 hours.”

No fucking way.

Eren’s body was frozen. Standing in the middle of the awfully quiet hospital hall, he was sure this was a dream. 10 hours? He’d never been booked for that long, ever. And as he read the last name of the client he was supposed to drive tonight, his heart began pounding. Because it was your surname written on the screen.

When he got back home with his mom after her doctor’s appointment, there were all kinds of thoughts passing through his mind. A mix of slight nervousness and excitement he couldn’t quite figure out. Well, the nervousness part he could, because what if he messed something up? Even though the job wasn’t particularly hard, he needed it so badly, he was always on edge that something bad might happen. Usually, he would try to fight the anxiousness away but sometimes it was too hard.

After he got the message about the booking, it was all he could think about. It even made him relax a little after the hospital, because at least he knew that 10 hours meant more money, and, well, he could buy more medication for his mom that way. Being a chauffeur for not more than a few months, he was still pretty new to the job, and, unfortunately, he didn’t get many clients. The company he worked for was one of the best in the city, and usually, they had enough experienced chauffeurs who knew most of their clients because they’d been driving them for years. And, even though he got the chance to work there because of one of his friends’ fathers who was also a chauffeur, it was tough to get selected by people when you were new. He was at the bottom of the app, his score wasn’t high because he hadn’t done many jobs before, and even as time went on, it didn’t get much better. It wasn’t the best situation given how much he needed the money, so without having much choice, he asked for extra work. He was the one who ran errands, kept the cars clean, made sure they were fuelled up, practically everything his higher-ups asked him to. The extra money wasn’t much, but still, it was better than nothing.

The night he came back home with a 500 dollar tip, he couldn’t believe his eyes. At first, he got nervous because it was too unusual. Who just tips 500 dollars? It was insane. Most of his other clients never tipped a lot, even though it was obvious they came from the “elite”. But, that didn’t erase the fact that the money was right there, in front of his face. He was so fucking happy, he wanted to burst into his mother’s room and tell her about it right away. He didn’t do that, but what he did do was fall asleep with a big ass smile on his face.

And now, as he laid in the comfort of his bedsheets, there was a peculiar feeling nestled inside his chest. He wanted to return the favour. Although, he had to be real with himself, there wasn’t much he could do to repay all the kindness you’ve gifted him. All he could do was wonder why? Why would you spend time on someone like him? Why were you so kind to him? Maybe you were just a really good person, even if your exterior looked hard. When you gave him the card with that doctor’s name displayed on it, his heart could’ve stopped. He would’ve never been able to book an appointment with someone of his stature, nor afford one for that matter. What you did with that gesture was give him hope. A thing he would never forget.

He lays on his back, eyes staring at the ceiling of his darkened room, focusing on a little crack on it. He can’t fall asleep, he’s tried for the past hour ever since he got home but his brain doesn’t allow him to. It’s filled with thoughts, too much thoughts as always, but he finds himself adding you to them tonight. Who’s he kidding, he had you in them ever since-

He almost jumps from his bed from the loud sound of his phone’s ringtone. The fear that it would get heard from the other room and wake his mother up settles in, so he quickly grabs it, cursing at himself for not lowering the volume before going to bed. He picks up before he can even take a look at the caller ID.

“Hello?” He catches the slight vexation in his tone, one that swiftly disappears when he hears the voice coming from the other line.

“Can you come pick me up?”

…..

A few hours ago.

So many people.

There are so many people in the room, it feels hard to breathe. Clutching to your purse while trying to move past the what feel like hundreds of men and women, you begin to feel your anxiety slowly but surely creeping up on you. It's like a poison, one that can’t kill you, but you know that eventually, it will leave you paralyzed. It starts pushing against your nerves, sending your brain signals that you shouldn't be here, that the air in the room’s not enough, that your fingers are already shaking.

Repeating to yourself that it’s going to be fine never really seemed to work in your favour, so unfortunately, you begin to search for the only thing that does help. Alcohol.

Pushing through to get to the bar of the restaurant, you hope you won’t run into your parents, or worse, him, when just like the universe’s law, you hear someone call your name from behind. It’s a male voice that you know quite well, and one that you’d preferred not to hear at all tonight.

You close your eyes and take a quick breath, then turn around with a sarcastic smile that suggests just how “happy” you are to see him.

“Hi, Poc.”

An ashy-blonde man stands before you, dressed shabbily in suit pants and a black button-up dress shirt, veiny hand on his drink, other one one inside his pocket. His hair is gelled back, and it’s annoying because it suits him and you can’t deny that it’s an attractive look. You can already see the formed smirk on his lips, his eyes a bit squinted as he takes in your attire and then rests his gaze upon your face.

“You’re gonna stay with that coat all night?”

“Why, wanna see what’s under it?”

You smirk back at him, although not in a flirty but in more of a challenging kind of way. And, because Porco Galliard never strays from a challenge, he comes a bit closer, his voice an octave lower but you still hear him when he says:

“When have I not?”

Here he goes again, you think. How do you even begin to explain the relationship you have with Porco Galliard. It’s interesting, to say the least.

You were in the same high school together, and he was on the football team along with your dear boyfriend, Reiner. Not cliche at all, one would think. What made it even more absurd, was that they couldn’t fucking stand to look at each other. And, of course, you were brought into the whole mess because Porco loved fucking with Reiner’s brain as he flirted with you any chance he got. You were with Reiner, so that meant you had to play dumb or ignore Porco’s attempts at swaying you off your feet, but that only got so far. When you found out about Reiner’s numerous endeavors, the first person you called was Porco. He fucked you 3 times that night. But, you knew him well enough to know he was no different than Reiner. The same playboy type of guy, who couldn’t wait to put his penis in anything with long legs and a tight ass. You didn’t need two of the same.

“I’m gonna order something to drink, so if you’ll excuse me-“

“We’re gonna play at that again?”

You were just about to walk away when the need to send him a piercing glare falls upon you, an unspoken signal to “back off”. Which, as you’re looking at his amused face, he ignores.

“You know, I saw you a couple of nights ago at that event. Do you remember?” He moves closer, same annoying smirk on his features, his amused eyes raking your body up and down, “Called out to you but you seemed.. distraught.”

Oh. So that was who called your name that night when you were running away from it all. Just your luck.

“Y/n, you don’t need to go through all that, y’know? I can give you everything he can.” He’s so close now, almost bumping into your chest.

“Oh, I’m sure you can give me exactly what he can.” The annoyance is more than visible on your face, feet moving a few steps back so he isn’t as close to you.

“I can give you even more than that. He’s a greedy bitch, your fiancé.” Porco let’s out a mocking laugh when he sees you flinch at the way he says the last word, “I’m not. I’m only greedy towards what’s mine.”

You don’t know if you want to roll your eyes, sigh, or just straight up slap him across the face. “Amazing offer, but I’ll have to decline. If you want to accompany me for a drink, however, you’re more than welcome to.” You gesture towards the bar, and after considering it for a total of two seconds, he nods his head in agreement. As annoying as it was to always have to put up with his unabashed flirting, he was better company than who you were expecting to bump into.

The bar’s full with different sorts of champagne bottles, but you need a drink so bad, you point at the first one you glance at, with the bartender pouring the sparkling liquid instantly. It’s a weird feeling, almost like deprivation that plays with your nerves when you tap your nails onto the marble counter, waiting to be served. Porco helps you remove your coat, and you feel his eyes linger a bit too long at the naked part of your back. You’re sure his eyes didn’t stay just there, either. You only notice how close he actually is when his hot breath hovers above the skin of your bare neck.

“Thanks.” You mutter before drinking the entire glass down in one gulp, “I’m going to go wish my cousin a Happy Birthday.” And with a wink, you pivot on your heel and disappear inside the crowd. Now, you know that maybe that’s not entirely fair, but it just feels too good to play with guys like Porco. Ones that think they own the world. Just thinking about how you left him staring at you with your coat still in his hands makes you chuckle.

Your anxiety’s a little better now, you make a note of that. It’s not ideal, but now that there’s some alcohol in your system, you know to relax even if it hasn’t affected you just yet. Maybe the way Porco was looking at you helped a bit too, like you were a full course meal just waiting to be eaten. Maybe you could let him fuck you tonight. What’s the worst thing that can happen?

You ask yourself this question as you snatch another champagne glass from a table you pass by, trying to catch the sparkling dress Historia’s wearing among all the people. The restaurant’s big, huge even, but it doesn’t take long to spot the crowd surrounding the birthday girl in question. She’s talking about something, her excitement and tipsiness evident as she‘a shouting and laughing for everyone to hear through the music. She’s looking like a princess, with a little tiara on her blonde head that sparkles just as much as her dress.

You’re almost in front of her when she spots you and her mouth falls agape, like she hasn’t seen you in years. “Cousinnn, where have you beeen!?” She throws her arms around you with her drink in hand and boy, she really is already drunk because she almost pushes you both to the floor, but thankfully, you’re quick to catch her and find your balance. Thank god you’re not as drunk as her yet.

“Happy birthday, baby cus’. I can see you’re having fun?”

She pulls away from you, wide beaming grin on her face, “Even more so now that you’re here! You look hot! That dress is stunning, let me see the back.” She takes your hand and swirls you around one time, showing you off to her friends while giving them smug looks, “And that’s why she’s my favourite cousin!”

“I’m your only cousin-“

“Let’s dance!” Her tiny fingers snatch your hand away as she leads you both to the dance floor, and you can’t help but feel happy when you’re with her. She was like a little sister to you, and even though she was spoiled beyond repair, she was definitely your most favourite person.

Dancing hand in hand, there’s a smile on your face, singing along the lyrics of the songs you’re sure she herself has hand-picked for the night. Your body sways to the rhythm, and you allow it to relax, to fall into its own little safe space. For a moment, you forget about Reiner and your parents, feeling happy you didn’t miss this and spent your time at home, alone. Maybe he wasn’t going to come along after all, because there was no sign of him or any of his friends. Maybe he actually felt guilty and had decided not to ruin another night for you. Just maybe-

“Happy birthday!”

Your body freezes in place when you hear the voice of the person standing behind you. Hands ball into fists when you smell the familiar cologne, and when Historia’s sky blue eyes go back and forth between you and the person in question, there’s a slight confusion on her face. Because yours looks like it could burst into flames any second.

All the people in front of your vision are looking past you now, their faces surprised, most of them gasping and placing their hands on top of their chests. Oh god.

And with a turn of your head, you see just the person you’ve been dreading to this whole past week. In all his glory, dressed in a jet black tuxedo and standing tall with his beautiful smile on display, is Reiner. He looks like a model out of a runaway, like Prince Charming himself, an epitome of what every girl dreams of. His eyes don’t move to yours just yet, even though you’re sure he’s acknowledged your presence. There are a couple of men behind him, two of them trying to hold the biggest bouquet you’ve ever seen in your life, and then a third one holding a present box bigger than your entire body. Of course, you think. He can’t not be the center of attention.

“Thanks, Reiner!” The blonde leaps into his arms and they share a hug, but before the attention could be brought onto you, your feet quickly lead you out of the scene. It’s a nasty feeling that comes over you, that of bitterness, regret, and animosity. You’d thought that it wouldn’t be that bad when you saw him, but it’s beyond whatever you imagined. And it brings you the feeling you despise most in the world.. that of feeling sorry for yourself.

Having someone have that much control over you and your emotions is like living in a prison. One that you handed the keys to yourself. That was the saddest part.

Thoughts about what you should have done eat at your brain, and you can’t stop them. You regret that you didn’t end things on the spot last time. Maybe at least you would’ve felt some sort of freedom, even if you knew he’d still show up tonight. You should have, after seeing him in that bathroom with his pants around his knees-

Cold air bruises your skin when you reach your destination - the terrace of the restaurant, where most people headed out to smoke. Nerves call for a cigarette, but unfortunately for you, your cigarette pack was inside the coat you left back with Porco. Shit.

Snatching your phone from your purse, your first instinct is to open the chauffeur app and dial Eren’s phone number immediately. And then, in the mix of it all, in the anger and the anxiousness, you catch yourself.

Your mother and father are here. Historia. Her parents. Her friends. Your friends. Everyone. And they all expect you to be here.

Fuck everyone else, it’s your baby cousins’ birthday.

And still, It’s more than evident that you don’t wish to be in the same space with that man. What are you expecting to happen, exactly? Another apology? Another confession of his “undying” love? Another manipulative attempt at making you seem like the crazy one?

Screw that.

Directly dialing the phone number provided from the app, you shake any thoughts about what the other people inside might think about your absence, when your phone sends another vibration, a tiny message box at the top of your screen.

Reiner

“We need to talk.”

Chills cover your body, and you’re not sure if it’s from the cold night air or from the simple fact that the need to disappear right this second is becoming as vital as the alcohol you need to consume. He wants to talk? At the party of your cousin’s 21st birthday? About what you saw him do not even a week ago?

A short, almost hysterical laugh fills the air as you put your phone back inside your purse. That’s not happening. He had a whole fucking week to do that. You re-enter the restaurant, ready to find Historia and excuse yourself from the party. Maybe it would’ve been a good idea to have told her about what had happened between you and Reiner before hand, but you didn’t want to bother her on her big day. Your only hope is that she would understand and then you could explain it to her later.

With quick steps, you begin to search for her yet again but this time you can’t seem to catch sight of her anywhere. You start looking for her friends, asking different people if they’ve seen her but to no luck. The space is even more crowded now, with people dancing and bumping into you left and right, until you move past someone who ends up gripping your wrist. And just by the touch of the person, you instantly know who it is.

You turn your head and lock contact with his hazel eyes, quickly removing his hand to continue walking in the opposite direction.

“Y/n”, his deep voice calls out to you, but you just keep walking, “Y/n, wait!”

He grabs you by your shoulders this time and you immediately push him off, finally acknowledging him with a burning rage in your eyes that would drive anyone to move a step back.

“Why hello, Reiner. What brings you around here?” You tilt your head with an ironic smile, the anger radiating off you, “Looking for another friend of mine you could fuck?”

“I..” He begins, watching you with something that looks like guilt in his eyes, but you know him better than that, “I know how it looked, but I swear, I was drunk and she dragged me in there-“

Your only option is to laugh, opting to walk away again, “You’re pathetic.”

“Don’t walk away from me.” He tries to sound stern, but you’re way past the point of fearing him. So, instead, you move closer, your provoking gaze visibly striking a nerve in him as his jaw ticks in response.

“And if I do?” Your eyes are ablaze, just waiting for him to do or say anything that would cross a line. But instead, you can see him fighting with himself inwardly, because the next words that come out of his mouth are in strike contrast to his balled fists and tense shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

Those words again. Liars should be forbidden to speak them. The muscles on your face relax, your body does too, and then all he’s left with is an almost apathetic look on your face. “Oh.. you’re sorry. Wasn’t sorry when her mouth was wrapped around that pathetic thing between your legs, now were you?”

Reiner’s eyes widen, not expecting you to say the last words in a public place, where all the people around knew you both. He didn’t want a scene, but you, on the other hand, weren’t very repulsed by the idea. “Don’t push it.”

It’s exactly what you do, “Or what?” You hiss again, your face inches away from his,“What’re you going to do to me that you haven’t already, huh?” A few people around you begin to eye your interaction, and he notices, his panicked eyes moving back and forth between you and them, “Are you going to hit me?” You sneer, “Wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake.”

Reiner tries to hold your hand, your words appearing to stun him, “I would never.”

Pulling yourself away as if you would get burned if he was to touch you, you cast your eyes down, “I remember when you promised you would never cheat on me, but look at us now.” You try to swallow down the tears that are starting to form in the corners of your eyes, trying to remind yourself that you’re angry, not sad, but it’s becoming harder and harder by the second. You’re not going to let him win and see you break, though, you know that much, “Was it worth it, at least? Did she suck you off good? Or were you too drugged out to remember?”

That’s when he harshly grabs your wrist and nears your ear, bearing his teeth, “Keep your fucking voice down.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Now you’ve got people’s attention. You don’t realize how loud you‘ve been talking until you catch the eyes of the numerous guests who are whispering and giving you strange looks. You don’t care, though. You decide to end it on your own terms, moving away from him, your voice seeping with mockery, “Oh, amazing card by the way! I’ll make sure to burn it along all the others lies you’ve written me.”

For a tiny moment, you feel free. You feel like you can do anything, your heart pumping the adrenaline you got from putting him on the spot. Confidence oozes from your steps when you leave from the scene that had numerous people watching you with their jaws hanging low. It felt almost exhilarating. Your heels click against the floor as you opt to hide away from people’s sight and call Eren to come pick you up. You have a little smile on your face as you slip inside the women’s bathrooms, snatching your phone to dial the numbers that are going to save you from this hell of a place.

“What the hell was that?”

You should have known not be happy too soon.

“Are you insane?” Your mother appears in the mirror you were staring at just seconds before she burst in, her eyes blazing with fury.

Isn’t this fantastic. She must have seen it all.

You aren’t in the mood for any of her nonsense tonight, so you decide to go straight for the door.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” You’ve barely passed her when she wraps her hand around your wrist. You turn around and lock eyes with hers, balling your fists. “Let me go.”

She ignores you, “Do you have any idea how bad that looked?”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t. It’s your cousin’s birthday, for god’s sake! You just can’t help yourself, can you? Embarrassing us like this?” It’s something between a hiss and a whisper, the way she talks to you. It’s enough to make your face go red.

“Excuse me? I was trying to leave! And I bet she’s having fun somewhere, not everyone is obsessed with my relationship like you are.” The tone of your voice contrasts hers in that you’ve let go of any scruples you might usually have. It makes the colour drain off her face.

“You’re so irresponsible.” She let’s go of your hand, pinching the bridge of her nose. You think that if someone was to walk in she might have a heart attack.

“Do you even know what we said to each other? What happened?” You try. You really, truly try to see if she’ll even care enough to know. If she'll at least ask if you're alright when you tell her what you've been hiding all this time, “I saw him-“

“Spare me the details, okay? When are you finally going to learn to think before you do something!?”, she sends you an icy glare, and you're too dumbfounded to respond. Does she really not give a single care in the world? Everything stops for a moment, with you fighting the urge to cry. Even though you’re used to this kind of treatment from her, it still manages to sting after all that’s happened tonight.

“Where’s your ring?” Your mother breaks the painful silence, her stare on the hand you’re desperately trying to hide once the words register. With a hard swallow, you look down at your feet.

“I’m not wearing it.”

Another silence.

And then, with the disbelief painted in her words, “Are you breaking off the engagement?”

You shouldn’t say it. It isn’t the time, nor the place to tell her this, but you’re so enraged with her, that it comes out naturally.

“I am.”

Your hand lands on your cheek the moment hers leaves your face. It burns, but not so much with the sting it caused. The embarrassment is what drives a tear to spill from your eye. Your mother’s looking at you shocked, although you’re not sure if she understands the severity of what she’s just done.

You forget the coat, the party, everything. Your only objective is to leave this space.

You hear your mother repeatedly call your name as you rush by her and to the exit of the restaurant. It’s cold. So freaking cold, but still, you move. Your phone’s in your hand before you can register what you’re doing. It’s pressed against your ear when the ringing begins. The person picks up almost instantly.

“Hello?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

…..

You haven’t said a word to him, except to “drive.” He asked you where to, you said it didn’t matter. He asked if you’re okay, you ignored him.

So now you’re sitting in silence, with your eyes staring out the window. It’s snowing. The tiny flakes fall upon the cold glass, and you watch as they melt and become reminiscent of little teardrops. The radio is almost silent, but your thoughts are loud enough to fill the quietness.

You’re trapped again.

It was fun to act like you had control. To pretend like you have any say in what the future holds for you. Because you damn well know that if you want to get out of this arrangement, you’ll have to claw your way out of it.

Ding

Your phone reminds you you haven’t turned it off yet, so you take it in your hands, staring at the message sitting at the top of the screen.

Historia

“Where’d you gooo?”

Your lips turn into a thin line. You really wanted to be there with her tonight.

“I’m sorry for leaving, Hisu. I’ll explain everything next time. Happy birthday again.”

You quickly press send and then turn the device off. God, your head hurts. And you didn’t drink much, either. You’d much prefer if alcohol was the reason for your condition.

Your attention gets directed to the scenery in front of you. You can see snow surrounding the car, but none of the 20 store buildings that usually occupy your surroundings are visible. The road is empty, and it seems like you’re outside of the city. It’s pretty. Beautiful, actually. Tree branches are covered in white, with a blanket of snow slowly covering the ground. It’s falling so peacefully, you think it’s kind of comforting to watch. Taking a turn up a road you haven’t seen before, you turn your head against the window on your left, peeking up at the starlit sky. Silvery threads connect as you climb up a hill, coming closer and closer to its edge. Then, a stop. You look up ahead to see a lake beneath the pile of rocks you’re standing upon.

“Where are we?” Your voice is not much but a whisper, but he hears it.

“Well, you said to just drive, so-“

“I know what I said.” It’s way harsher than you meant for it to be. You need a smoke, bad, and it’s making you irritable again. Reminder, your coat’s not here. Fuck.

You sigh, and it’s loud enough to make the silence uncomfortable. Your hand is on the car handle, ready to open it. It’s probably 5 degrees outside but you don’t care, you need to get some fresh air.

“Miss, it’s really cold out, at least take my jacket.” He begins to undress himself, but you’re already out the door. “Miss-“

He hears a click, this time his door the one that’s being opened.

“Would you mind keeping me company?”

You’re standing before him, your arms wrapped around yourself, with tiny snowflakes caressing your skin, finding their place prettily atop your head and shoulders. His mouth falls slack. He hadn’t seen you in your dress tonight. When he left you at the restaurant, your coat was covering you up from head to toe, and when he picked you up not more than 30 minutes ago, he was inside the car, the foggy mirrors not allowing him the view that was you. He didn’t have the time to get out and open the door for you, you were already slamming it from the inside. You’d been waiting for him in the cold.

“No.”

You’re furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment when he realizes.

“I mean, I don’t mind.” He pushes the door open, with you taking a step back. Your eyes don’t meet, his stare at the pearly ground as he removes his black jacket. But yours is on him. His pretty face, to be exact. God, who made this guy? His thick brows are scrunched in concentration as he pulls his arm from one of the long sleeves, and it’s what makes you feel a little warmth on the cheeks. He’s so close, too. You swiftly turn around, trying to act unfazed by the proximity between you two. When the shuffling ends, suggesting he’s done removing the garment, you still don’t feel it around your shoulders.

“Uhm..”, you remind him of your presence and your almost naked self.

“S-sorry.” He’s stuttering, quickly fixing his mistake, wrapping you around in the fabric. In his mind, you can’t blame him for the delay, though. Your dress, your perfume, your barely covered back-

“How do you know about this place?”

The question sets his stare up ahead, into the deep blue lake. He clears his throat, moving a step forward so he can stand next to you.

“My.. father showed it to me when I was younger.” You notice the slight change of tone when he mentions his dad.

“It’s beautiful.” And that, it truly is. You’d never been here before. There’s a little bench at the edge of the hill, overlooking the vast waters and nearby woods. The moon is shining over the lake, casting its mystical spell. Its quite picturesque.

The boy next to you stands still, but when you turn to look at him, his gaze is set on the sky. He looks troubled and calm at the same time. You didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m sorry I was a bitch to you earlier.” You speak firmly, “It must be strange to you, one minute I’m helping you out, and the next I’m this.. arrogant asshole.”

He moves his eyes to you. His lips are slightly parted, as if he didn’t expect you to say anything remotely like this. Which, he truly didn’t.

After a small pause, he speaks lowly, “You’re not.”

“Yeah, don’t spare me.” You end the sentence with an ironic laugh.

“No, it’s true. I’ve had much worse clients.” He really meant for it to sound like a compliment, “I mean, not that you’re in any way bad-“

“Eren.” You look up at him, a knowing look on your face. He’s probably right, you can imagine the kind of insufferable jerks he’s had to drive around, but still, you feel bad about being rude to him. “I usually try to compose myself, but lately it seems that I’m getting worse and worse at it.”

Your eyes land on the ground, but Eren’s stay on you. You look so crestfallen, it strikes something in him. In his chest, if he has to be exact. It’s the weirdest feeling, because he barely knows you. He doesn’t know why you’re telling him this. He doesn’t know why you feel comfortable enough to share it. But, it’s what drives him to gather the courage and ask you a question he’d thought about for quite a lot in the last week since he’s met you.

“Miss, if it’s not too invasive, can I ask you something?”

You play with the edge of your heel, pressing it against the snow-covered ground, “Shoot.”

All of a sudden, he feels nervous. It’s not any of his business, he’s prepared you might think the same, and yet, he’s gone this far, he might as well ask, “Why were you so upset last time?”

To his surprise, you don’t flinch. You’re in the same position, your stare still on the sparkling ground, your pretty shoe drawing its imprint in it. Eren feels like his heart’s pumping way more blood than it should. Maybe it’s something really personal, why would you ever share it with him?

A sigh leaves your lips when you bring your head up, your attention on the fluffy snowflakes still falling from the sky.

“I’m supposed to marry this..”, asshole, narcissist, piece of shit, “how should I call him.. future “ceo” of sorts. We’ve actually been dating ever since we were 17. Which means.. 8 years now.” You laugh. “God, when I say it like that, it feels like an eternity. We were in the same high school and our dads have been friends since before we were born, so.. they kind of made it happen. Anyway, we were at this party for- I don’t even remember what, and I saw one of my friends sucking him off in the women’s bathrooms.”

Eren’s mute. He doesn’t know what to say, think, do. He just stays still, silent, his eyes wide. You look back at him, not at all surprised by his shocked face.

“Yeah.” Recounting it still sends a shiver down your spine. Or maybe it’s the cold, you’re not sure. “To be honest, I didn’t feel anything at first. I just sat there, looking at them as they panicked and began dressing themselves.” A sarcastic smile appears on your lips. “Apologising to me. It was so ridiculous, I wanted to laugh. But then, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I just.. I don’t know what happened. A panic attack maybe, who knows. I just knew I needed to get out of there as fast as I could.”

It’s the first time you’ve shared this ever since it happened. It lifts a weight off your shoulders, saying it to someone else, acknowledging the whole situation and how fucked up it all is. You’re used to most people being content with the mask you’ve painted over the ugliness.

“I’m really sorry.” His voice is low, like if it was the slightest octave higher, it could hurt you.

“Don’t be.” Your pride says. “It’s not like I’ve been faithful to him all this time. But I’ve never slept with one of his best friends, that’s for sure.”

“Then, why are you with him?”

This time, he’s the one who surprises you, not expecting a question like that. Although, it’s a pretty logical one if you have to be fair. You can’t tell him why. You don’t even want to repeat it to yourself. “Well, there are lots of reasons.” Fixing your posture, you look straight ahead with your head held high. “That I don’t feel comfortable discussing right now.”

The tone and atmosphere quickly reminds him that there’s still a line that should stay uncrossed. The slight distance you put between you two does the same.

“Yes, sure, of course.” He puts his hands behind his back, casting his gaze in the same direction you do.

It's quiet for a moment. Peaceful. And still, you can't help but feel the energy shift. You want the conversation to continue. Not about your.. situation, about anything but that. As strange as it is, you feel relaxed with this boy. He's.. He's got something about him. Well, the looks, he’s kind, sure, but also.. Something else. It makes you want to know more about him.

“How about you?” You ask, your tone softer than it was just seconds before.

He’s confused, looking back at you, “What about me?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” The corner of your lip turns upwards, with a little tilt of your head as you watch him under your curious gaze.

“No.” He’s quick with it, “I don’t really have the time for that.”

“Oh.” It figures, you think. He’s got more important things on his mind.

There’s a pause before he speaks again, with a little uncertainty you can’t miss, “There’s this girl back home.. we’ve been friends since forever. Nothing’s ever happened between us but she’s really dear to me.”

There’s something in the way he tells you this that is filled with a sort of heaviness. So there is someone. You’d be surprised if there wasn’t.

“Better that she’s back home then.” Eren’s lips part at your sentence, the bemused reaction on his face compelling you to chuckle. “I’m joking.” Not exactly, “Anyway, where’s back home?”

You begin to walk ahead, nearing the snow-covered bench at the top of the hill.

“Just outside the city.” Eren walks not too far behind you, “When I got into college I moved out here and then after my father died mom moved in with me.”

“What was your major?”

“Photography.”

“Really?” You set your eyes on him, a hint of surprise on your face, “How far did you get?”

“I was just about to enter my last year when I stopped.” He certainly doesn’t need to tell you why he stopped, you have a sense you already know.

“Do you still do it?”

“No.” His voice is quiet, “I haven’t in a while.”

You know that look, that tone. You’ve experienced it too. It’s a telling sign of a person who’s found something they love to do, but cannot do it because of circumstances. In your case.. because of permission.

“I have a degree in business, but I never truly wanted it. My parents did.” You begin, drawing Eren’s attention back on you, “I always wanted to study dance. I used to practice ballet, actually.”

An unconscious smile appears on your face, one that Eren notices. You haven’t spoken about this to anyone in years. It’s amazing how a person you’ve seen twice in your life can make you feel comfortable enough to share your past with. More precisely, a future within a past that was taken from you.

“What stopped you?” The boy asks, sounding truly interested.

“I had an injury and I quit a few months after that. My parents tell me it was for the best.”

“Why would they tell you that?”

“I don’t know. Their opinion, I guess. Never saw the appeal in becoming a dancer, I suppose.”

“Was the injury bad?” He moves a step closer to you, until you can smell his cologne. Sandalwood. You try not to get distracted.

“It wasn't something that would've stopped me in the long run. That's what the doctors said, at least. My parents didn't think so.”

“They encouraged you to stop doing something you love.” This time, he doesn't apologize. He’s firm with it, says it like a fact. And it sort of stings but you don’t get defensive over it. It’s the truth. If it wasn’t for them, you would’ve probably gone on to have a career.

“Yeah, well.. it’s a profession that can only last so long. I’m 25, so it’s too late for any of that now.” Your throat twists as the words spill out, and Eren observes the way your shoulders slump forward a bit. He unconsciously turns to face you, moving closer until there are just a few inches between you. He locks gazes, and you become entranced with the gleaming in his pretty jewel eyes. They look so kind, so.. out of this world.

“I don’t think it’s ever too late to do the things you love.” His voice is like honey, like an ointment for wounds. There's a small curve of his lips, one that you reciprocate. The tiny shapes of his hair dangle in front of his face, slowly swaying from the light wind. His hands are hidden inside his pockets, and he looks so casual.. it’s hot. Something’s definitely changed over the past 10 minutes because he doesn't seem as flustered as he usually is around you. You feel like you've taken that role now, staring up at him, admiring him, and hoping that he doesn't notice.

“That’s a nice way to think about it.” You whisper back, finally moving past him and in front of the little bench. Your heart’s pounding, and you feel like a school girl who has a crush- wait, what? You don't have a crush, what are you, 12? He’s just a really attractive guy with a really kind voice and an immensely beautiful smile. It’s just that.

It doesn't take long for him to find his place next to you, and you watch him with the corner of your eye, feeling the need to fill the silence, “Do you think you’ll do it again? Photography?”

He doesn’t answer right away, emerald eyes concentrated at something in the distance, “I don’t know. I’d like to think that I will.”

You must’ve really liked it, huh. “Well, I hope you do.” You exchange glances yet again, but this time, your eyes stay to linger for a bit longer. After a few moments, Eren nods.

“I hope you do, too.”

Silence comes to hang in the air once again. It’s a weird variety of feelings when you’re standing next to him. He makes you feel calm, like you can talk to him about things you otherwise wouldn’t even with your closest friends, even though you’ve seen each other only two times. Maybe that was what made it special. You both knew that this was between you and you only.

You steal a quick glance at Eren again, realising you should head back to the car when you see him shiver slightly from the cold wind.

“We should get back, you’re probably freezing. Sorry for asking you to stay out and taking your jacket.”

Eren puts his hand up in a protest, “No, it’s- don’t worry about it.”

A gentleman through and through, you think. You make your way to the car, casting one final peek at the breathtaking scenery. You have a feeling you’ll be back here.

You pull the car handle to the passenger’s seat, while Eren stops next to his door to look at you, raising a questionable brow.

“I’m going to sit at the front.” You say, answering his unspoken question.

He nods, his nose and cheeks red from what you suspect is the bruising night air, “Of course.”

…..

After the mostly silent ride to your house, Eren walks you up the stairs to the entrance doors with your arm tucked underneath his. Usually, being quiet after the conversations you two had tonight would suggest that awkwardness has settled in, but to you, that’s not the case.

“It was nice talking to you, Eren.” Your soft voice echoes through the air. You’re looking down at your sparkling heels but can feel Eren's stare is on you.

“You too, mi-“

“Y/n. Call me Y/n.” You told him your life story, might as well tell him your name.

“Y/n.” Eren repeats it like the letters are foreign to him, like he’s never heard them stitched together like this. It sounds.. nice, the way he utters them.

And when you bid your goodbyes, and turn from side to side in your bed for the rest of the night, the only word swirling in your brain is your name.. with his voice attached to it.

…..

Y/n’s butterfly dress🖤

A/N: I didn’t think writing this chapter would take me this long, but here you go. Sorry for the delay🥺we’re gonna get into some really interesting scenes on the next one…🫣 tell me what you think so far<3 OH, i have a tag list:)

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yoojungtheebiaswrecker · 1 year

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Junji x Black!Fem Reader (with locs)

(18+ MDNI) Fluff, Reader Dom in Relationship, Junji Dom in Bedroom, Gender Neutral Genitals, Shy Junji!

POV: you met Junji in an elevator before the LA OOO concert and he had to have you…

🌞 My Sunshine 🌞

They were all beautiful, yes, but they weren't you, which gave him hope that she could be his one day. You had captivated him and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. As soon as he knew you were very kind after requesting your number after the show, you could speak Korean fluently, and you were a genuinely beautiful person inside and out, he was smitten.

After all, he couldn’t imagine himself being anyone else’s except for yours. When he first saw you in an elevator in the mall the day before the Los Angeles concert, it was like something clicked in his brain and he became entranced by your presence. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet smell of you. He was addicted to the sound of your laughter as you radiated warmth, happiness, and so much beauty it took his breath away. It didn’t matter what you looked like, you presence always made him want to hug you closer to himself as if protecting the world from her. You was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and seeing you happy brought him joy in return.

He spent the entire tour thinking about how to get his hands on her and make you feel the same way. About four months have passed since you two started dating each other long distance. You talked to each other every day despite the time difference, but that didn't stop the ongoing chemistry. Junji was finally back in LA for a while as things had died down for the band.

"Junji, let's go to my place. I just need to relax and I would love it if you were there with me." you said as they left the restaurant after a delicious dinner at Nobu. The Malibu sunset made it all more romantic. Junji didn't want to sexualize you at all, but with the beautiful two piece set she wore, the way her crystal necklaces bounced off her body as you walked and her waist beads hugging her sides, he couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Of course, Y/N. I would love to be there for you as long as I can." he said knowing he would have to go back to Korea soon.

You smiled and took the lead down the hill and back to her old white mustang. He loved that you took the lead and were the more dominant one in the relationship. He was absolutely whipped for you, and he wanted to show you that as best he could.

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The car was comfortably silent. "You know I'm so happy you're all mine. You're the best thing to happen to me. If we didn't tour here, I wouldn't have found my source of happiness in a person." Junji expressed to you as he gazed deeply in your eyes at the traffic light just outside of Culver City where you lived.

"Baby, that means so much. Thank you, my love." You said giving him a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled away, you got lost in his eyes. After about 10 seconds, Junji kissed you hard on the lips. The kids began to get heated. Before things got heavy, you both jumped as the car behind you ruined a beautiful moment.

"I- I'm so sorry!" Junji said and he shrunk in his seat out of embarrassment. You laughed a little too hard and told him it's okay. The rest of the car ride was quiet, but you couldn't stop gushing over the sheer embarrassment on Junji's face as is ears turned red.

As you stepped out of the car after a long drive through LA traffic, Junji closely followed you up the stairs to your loft apartment filled with flowers, plants and eclectic items you've collected over the years.

"Come on baby, don't be shy!" you exclaimed as Junji slowly took off his shoes and examined the large studio apartment with yellow and pink light pouring in from the sunset. He slowly nodded, and came to the couch as you turned on a playlist you made for Junji last month full of neosoul and songs you grew up with from your childhood.

"Don't be embarrassed my love, it's me! You're welcome here. Make yourself at home." you reassured.

"Y/N... I'm just a bit nervous because..." he paused.

"I really like you and I've been wanting to show how much I like you." he said and he walked closer to you, but still hesitant.

"You know, I was hoping you would go there with me tonight." you said with a smug on your face as you stepped closer to him. "Don't be shy my love. You initiated it."

"Well..." he started. "I-"

Before you could say anything, you aggressively started kissing him. Initially, it took him by suprised, but he quickly got into it knowing what he wanted to do to you. When you broke the kiss, Junji was panting for air and blushing madly. "So I take it this is a 'yes'?" he asked hopefully. You chuckled and nodded as you took him by the hand and led him to your bedroom.

He undressed quickly once inside of your bedroom as you helped him remove his clothes. He gripped your ass perfectly and caressed your body with care, but eagerness. He lifted vour shirt over vour head and tossed it aside, placing soft kisses down your chest and stomach, making his way to your hips and slowly slipping your underwear off. He admired your beautiful figure and admired the contrast between your thighs, especially in the shape they are. His mouth traveled upward to bite into your breast gently and sucked gently. You moaned lightly, closing your eyes tightly as pleasure overcame you. Junji continued sucking on your breast and massaging its tip with his fingers.

You wrapped your legs around him lovingly and he immediately slid himself into you, and then thrust slowly with your hips until he reached that special spot of yours.

"A- AH! Junji! Baby..." you moaned.

"You.. feel... so good." he muttered in between grunts.

In a swift motion, he picked you up and pushed you against the wall while kissing you ravenously. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he entered you with ease as he ran his tongue across yours. With a deep grunt of effort, he entered you as fast as possible until he came inside of you with one forceful thrust.

You panted heavily as you rested your hands on the wall to keep yourself steady.

"JUNJI!" you screamed as you threw your head back against the wall reaching that sweet point. In the same motion, Junji sucked hard on your neck leaving a deep purple mark.

With one final thrust, he stopped moving and stared into your eyes. Both of you flushed, sweaty and exhausted from such intense lovemaking. He gently stroked your hair and kissed you on your forehead lovingly.

As he slowly let you off of him, you lightly stumbled. He noticed and picked you up and placed you on the bed without a word, but still maintaining a loving and hazy stare. You laid back and sighed contently as Junji got into the bed beside you and cuddled close to you.

He gently wrapped your arms around you and kissed you slowly. As you pulled away, you started laughing.

"What now?" he said smiling ear-to-ear.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dominant one in the relationship!" you giggled as you looked him up and down.

"I thought so too... but you take care of me all the time love. I wanted to take care of you Y/N." he expresses as you stare deep into his eyes.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when I go back to Korea. You've done so much for me and given me a feeling I haven't felt before." he said.

"Oh my baby, you're going to make me cry." you say as you tear up.

"I just-" He pauses. "I love you, Y/N."

With that, you burst into tears and hug him tightly. He holds you closely and caresses your locs from root to tip that became unraveled during that heated intimate moment you both shared just moments ago.

"I love you too, Junji." you say as you look up at him.

You both take a deep breath and inhale the fresh smell of flowers hanging from the ceiling as you both watched the sunset from the large window enjoying the view of the cityscape.

The sky had changed colors from oranges to pink as night falls and it makes you realize what you both have been through today. It has truly meant the world to you, and you are grateful you met Junji because otherwise, you wouldn't have anyone who understands you so well, and you feel more secure knowing he feels the same way.

This was my first time writing a smut. I hope you guys enjoyed and I think I will write more in the future. There’s not enough OOO content on this app lol. Let me know if you want more. 🖤

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 1) ☆ (ch. 2)

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 1.4k

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (this chapter; nsfw to come in later chapters). (mention of) cops.

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

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'Cause her last relationship was a disaster Accusations everyday, she didn't know why All her calls would be ignored, he's on his own time Should've ended it before it started All she ever got was broken-hearted He was cheating on her, trying to flip it Back on her like a victim Now she all alone and starting over Now she got baggage on her shoulder

Losin' Control - Russ

You sat nervously in the gymnasium stands, your fidgeting hands propped on your restless legs. You craned your neck to catch a glimpse of your son as he walked out of the tunnel and onto the mat.

“Hey…” your husband said, a comforting tone in his voice as he rubbed his warm hand along your back. “He’s been training his butt off for this for almost three years. Try to relax a little, okay? He’s gonna be fine.”

You returned his smile with one of your own, though worry still flashed in your eyes. You were grateful he was there. He’d always had a way of anchoring you in times of uncertainty. He nodded towards the center of the gym floor, and you followed his eyes to the mat where Musubi and his opponent bowed to each other.

Achieving his second black belt in judo had been a goal of his since getting his first one two years prior. Winning this competition would be the final step in making that dream come true. The promotion ceremony would be held the following day, which also happened to be Musubi’s 14th birthday. You couldn’t have been prouder of your boy, but getting to this point had been a long row to hoe…

~ THREE YEARS EARLIER ~

Your phone rang. It was your son’s fifth grade teacher calling. Again.

You groaned and propped your forehead on your palm as you answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hiiiii…” the familiar voice on the other end drawled out with an audible smile. A friendship had formed between the two of you in the three months since school had started, but it was just after 11:00am on a school day so you knew he wasn’t calling to confirm this week’s Margarita Saturday.

“Oh gosh, what did he do this time?” you groaned.

“Well,” Suga started, “after multiple requests to do his work, he stormed out of the classroom yelling that math is stupid-“

“-Oh god-“ You buried your face deeper in your hand.

“-and when I tried to offer a compromise he said, and I quote, ‘go fuck yourself, Mr. Suga!’”

“Shit,” you swore under your breath. “I’m so sorry, Suga.”

You couldn’t see it, but the teacher waved his hand in dismissal. “No need to apologize, y/n, you know that. This isn’t your fault. I know how great of a mom you are…”

“Thank you, Suga. I’ll talk to him. Is there anything I need to sign when he gets home?”

“No, but the Vice Principal does want you and I to have a formal PTC. Can you come 15 minutes before school lets out this afternoon?”

“Of course. I’ll see you then!”

When the call was over, you propped your elbows on your desk and massaged your temples. Subi was going to send you to an early grave. He’d been having behavior issues since first grade, shortly after you split from his father.

Over the past few years, you’ve been to multiple behavior analysts and therapists, as well as tried so many different combinations and cocktails of medications, you couldn’t even keep track of them anymore. Sometimes it felt hopeless. Every step forward felt like two steps back. But you were your son’s biggest advocate. Giving up simply wasn’t an option. You loved Subi more than life itself and would do whatever it took to give him the best possible shot at life, even if it killed you.

When you walked into the classroom, you found it empty save for your grey-haired friend and his bright, warm smile. You considered yourself fortunate that your hellion son had such a laid back, patient teacher with an easy-going sense of humor.

Upon your first meeting with Mr. Sugawara, as you called him back then, you developed a little crush on him. He was quite attractive. Downright cute, even. But as you got to know him better, your interest in him shifted to more of a platonic rather than romantic nature.

“Hey,” Suga said, getting up from his desk, “thanks for coming on such short notice.”

Normally the two of you would share a hug upon greeting, but you respected the fact that he was at work and had to maintain professional boundaries. Or at least give the appearance of such.

You sat and talked about some of the things Suga had been doing to make learning and schoolwork more palatable for Subi, as well as some calm-down strategies that could be used at home and at school to keep things as consistent as possible. Suga suspected that Subi had been feeling a sense of instability in his life ever since your split with his dad. You’d been working hard to give him a solid home life, but there was only so much you could do on your own and Subi’s feelings were nonetheless valid.

When the meeting was over, your friend walked with you to the gymnasium where the car riders were waiting to be picked up so you could collect your boy.

Just as he opened the door for you, Suga said, “We’re still on for margaritas on Saturday, right?”

“You bet your sweet ass we are,” you mumbled from the corner of your mouth.

You and Suga were halfway through your pitcher of margarita when a group of three older ladies stopped next to your table. “I just have to say you two are one of the cutest couples I’ve ever seen,” one of them beamed, her friends smiling and nodding behind her.

You and Suga both had the same reaction: “Oh! Well, thank you!” “Thanks, that’s very sweet of you!”

After a couple more pleasantries, the women carried on, leaving you and Suga staring at each other with wide eyes for several seconds before cracking up.

“As often as we’re mistaken for a couple, do you ever think that maybe we should date?” you asked him playfully.

“Do you wanna try kissing and see how it feels?”

You gasped. “Seriously? Here? Now?”

“Sure, why not?” Suga shrugged.

You both leaned in and before your lips touched you said, “Close your eyes or it’ll be weird.”

You could smell the tequila on Suga’s breath when he huffed out a laugh. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

You were both still smiling when your lips touched, but your smiles melted away as they slotted and began to move together. Suga stopped and said, “Should we try it with tongue?”

“What are we? Twelve?” you said, quiet snickers bubbling from both of you. “I think so. Just to make sure.”

The experimental kiss continued, but this time you welcomed Suga’s tongue into your mouth and pushed back against his—warm, soft, and bittersweet with triple sec.

A few seconds later, you pulled away and looked at each other, thinking for a moment before simultaneously scrunching up your noses and laughing. “Nahhhh!” you said in unison before topping up your drinks.

“I just don’t know what I’m gonna do, Suga,” you lamented, propping your chin on your palm, mindlessly swirling your swizzle stick.

“You know my best bro I’ve told you about? The one who’s a cop?” You looked up at Suga as you took a drink through your straw. “I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to Subi-“

With a mouthful of margarita, you shook your head before swallowing. “Absolutely not! I do not want the cops to get involved if I can help it. He’s only 10 for crying out loud!”

Suga put his hands out in front of him. “Relax, I said talk to him, not arrest him. Jeez, lady. Here, have another drink,” he insisted, tipping the pitcher of alcohol over your half-full glass.

Your shoulders relaxed as you chuckled at Suga’s silliness. “You’re a bad influence, you know that? I’m surprised they leave you in a room with twenty plus children all day.”

Suga shrugged. “Yeah, and one of ‘em’s yours!”

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a talking-to from your cop friend!” you said, cackling.

“Please,” Suga rolled his eyes, “been there, done that, got the t-shirt!”

You both broke into a fit of laughter.

It did give Suga an idea though. And the more he thought about it, the more he kicked himself for not having thought of it sooner. Suga’s inner schemer rubbed his wicked hands together and grinned. Let the plotting begin.

ch. 1 ☆ ch. 2

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