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The Island | KTH (Eleven)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, very slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 15.4k

Warnings: swearing, sexual tension (?) alcohol consumption, lots of kissing, rough bj, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, multiple positions, semipublic sex, mentions of anxiety.

Notes: finally, chapter 11! Sorry it took me a bit longer but thank you guys for being so sweet about it!!! Enjoy the chapter:) Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat about the stories!:)

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The soft, orange glow comes in from the balcony, the warm light making Taehyung’s skin shimmer. You watch as his tongue pokes out, licking his lips in anticipation. His hands on your hips as you rock back and forth, making him lightly groan. Your own hands wrapped around his neck as you lean forward and find his perfect, pouting lips. He missed you like this.

The buzz of acoustic guitar plays in the background, the soft strings strumming something subtle yet sexy. Your lips move over his sensually, his slippery tongue finding yours in a kiss so messy and so slow. His fingers digging into your skin, marking you with his love. You whimper into his mouth and he swallows it, your moans long and desperate.

You pull back from him, your eyes half lidded and your lips parted. His hands travel up until they’re tangling in your hair and he is quick to bring you back down to his lips again. He’s been kissing you for hours, the buildup so slow and so heated. Your wetness pooling and dripping down your thighs. His unbelievably hard cock strains against his pants, his member swollen and leaking.

“I think I’m ready to devour you my sweet girl.” Taehyung whispers against your lips, “Are you sober?” he asks.

“Kissing you makes me feel drunk all over again.” You peck his lips softly. “But yes.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom…” He stands, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the room. “It’s been morning for a while.”

“I could kiss you for the entire day, Taehyung. But I need more of you.” He sets you down on the bed, you land with a slight bounce. “Can you give me more of you?”

“I can give you all of me.” He leans down to capture your lips. “If you’ll have me.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair as your tongue licks past his lips, his tongue finding yours immediately. You bring him down closer to you, his hand on the bed beside you and his other hand on your jaw. You start laying down, your back hitting the mattress softly as Taehyung falls forward, caging you in.

“You’re so pretty y/n. So, so pretty.” Taehyung tells you between kisses, “I got sent the prettiest girl in the universe.”

You can’t help but giggle, but he continues to kiss you.

“And so, so sexy.” He leaves your lips and starts kissing the skin across your jaw. His kisses are warm and deep, he makes sure to linger with every kiss he gives you.

“Taehyung…” you can’t help but moan his name, you go to wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him down. Your hips jolt forward until you can feel his hard length through his pants, your feet dig into his back as you bring him closer and closer.

“So needy.” Taehyung whispers, “Let’s get you naked.”

Taehyung rises from your body and helps you sit up by taking your hand. His fingers play at the straps of your dress before he is playfully sliding them down with a dark smirk on his face.

“You don’t need this, do you?”

His hands slip the dress down your chest, exposing your breasts. Taehyung’s white teeth show as he smiles at his view, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Your dress falls, bunching at your waist. He pushes you down by the shoulder until your back is hitting the bed. Taehyung goes to the edge of the bed and starts dragging the dress down your legs, your ass being lifted up.

“No panties? God woman.”

You can’t help but open your mouth to laugh, your lips spreading apart in a wide smile. Taehyung groans into his shoulder as his eyes your naked body, he chews on his bottom lip until the taste of blood is noticeable.

“The things you do to me, my love.” He whispers. “I could cum in my fucking pants.”

“Haven’t you before? What’s stopping you now?” You tease.

Taehyung raises a brow at you and curls his lips upwards, he’s amused to say the least.

“Oh?” he stands between your spread legs, his knees falling to the mattress. “Should I cum? All by myself?”

“No, no.” you breathe out, “I want to cum with you.”

“I’ll make sure of that babe.”

Taehyung lifts from the bottom of his shirt until its up and over his head, he exposes his tan, broad chest and you feel yourself grow warm. You sit up and hurry to help him with his pants, your hands scrambling to unbutton his button and unzip his zipper. Taehyung can’t help but gaze at you with dark eyes, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Eager?”

“Yes, Taehyung.” You answer honestly. “I have fucking missed you.” You say.

You get his pants undone and you’re quick to help drag them down his legs, he assists you and gets them off.

“These too.” You point at his underwear. “We both need to be naked.”

“I agree baby.” He reaches for his briefs and slides them off his body in one go. You are not surprised to see his long, thick length nice and hard and bouncing off his lower abdomen. It screams it needs to be touched, it practically begs you, it practically cries out for you in desperation.

“Let me choke on your dick, baby.” You offer with a sly smile. “Promise to take as much of it as I can.”

“Oh really? Ready to gag on this cock? Ready to fill that tiny throat?” Taehyung grunts, leaning forward, pushing you back on to the bed. “Ready to get this mouth fucked?”

“Please Taehyung.” You not so quietly beg, “I need you.” You lay back on the bed, your head hitting the mattress softly.

Taehyung nods his head in approval, his body crawling up yours until his cock is hovering above your lips.

“Take me then.” Then he is shoving his cock past your lips, thrusting forward. His heavy cock pushes in and out of your mouth roughly, his groans and moans filling the room. Your mouth is warm and wet and absolute heaven as he fucks into it. You take the whole thing, making him fucking stutter above you.

“F-Feels so good baby.” He grunts, still fucking your mouth, quicker now.

Your hands go to his thighs, squeezing the flesh as you choke on his member, his dick hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

“Don’t want to finish this way…” Taehyung admits between rough breaths, “Inside you instead.”

Taehyung takes his cock out of your mouth with a pop, leaving you gasping for air. He goes back down your body until his face is level with yours, he takes your hands and brings them to his lips.

“You’re so beautiful. Did you know that?” He says, kissing your fingers. “Let’s see how wet you are.” He takes your hands and guides them down to your heat. He takes two of your fingers and places them at your clit, gathering your juices then brings your hand up to his lips again.

“Perfect.” He whispers, licking your fingers clean. “Now let me see.” His own hand travels between your bodies, his two fingers finding your pussy until he is teasing your hole. His eyes on yours with dark intensity.

“3 reasons why I love you.” Taehyung leans down until his lips are hovering your own.

“One,” he inserts one finger inside your needy hole, “Because you make amazing breakfast.” He starts slowly pushing the one finger in and out of you making you gasp at the contact. “Two,” he inserts another finger, scissoring the two fingers inside you. “Because you were strong and endured the island with me. And Three,” he inserts a third finger, thrusting all 3 fingers in and out of you roughly and quickly. “Because you’re so beautiful and so strong, and so funny and so cute.” He continues pushing his three fingers in and out.

“Taehyung…” you moan, “Don’t stop, please.”

He’s hitting something special, a spot he has hit many times but you can’t control yourself, you need to finish this way.

“Just stretching you out baby.” Taehyung chuckles darkly, “That’s all.”

You shake your head, you need this. You need to cum all around his fingers, you need to scream out for him with his fingers inside you. But much to your dismay, his fingers leave your pussy. And he’s finally closing the distance and kissing your lips.

His kiss is rough, like he has everything to lose. Like his life is on the line. His tongue gets pushed past your lips and you find and accept it easily, just as desperate as he is. And then your eyes are shooting open when you feel his thick cock teasing at your entrance.

Taehyung pulls away from you to gaze into your eyes, “Going to fuck you now.” He warns before he is circling his cock around your clit and lowering it back to your hole.

“Please.” You beg.

Taehyung’s harsh breaths hit your lips and he leans back down to kiss you, his cock slowly, so agonizingly slowly begins easing into you, inch by fucking inch. You gasp out, his cock not even half way inside you before you are trying to catch a breath.

“Tae…” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.

He pauses to make sure you’re good and when he sees you are he starts pushing his hips forward again, his cock sliding in from how wet you are.

“You feel like heaven, my love. Absolute heaven.” He grits his teeth, “I am going to fuck you several ways before we are done.” He warns.

“Okay babe.” You moan, “Just fuck me.”

Taehyung continues to push inside you until he bottoms out, his cock nice and snug inside you. He slowly, so, so agonizingly slow decides to finally slide out of you, before thrusting back in. You yelp when he slams his hips into yours, you feel your guts shifting at the weight of his cock inside you.

Taehyung starts fucking you like he has never fucked you before, like before was never real. Like this is truly the first time that his skin has touched your skin, and for some reason it truly does feel that way. He can’t explain it but this really feels like the first time.

“Holy fuck, this is better than I remember.” He whines out, “So much better.”

Taehyung lifts you up until your chest is flush against his, he continues to fuck you like this until he is leaving your body and guiding you off the bed. You grow confused but understand when he leads you to the balcony’s window.

“Going to fuck you for the whole city to see.” He pushes you up against the window, your breasts smooshed against the glass. Then his dick is being shoved inside you once more, he is thrusting so hard, so desperate, so fucking wildly. Your ass cheeks jiggling with a every slam to your hips. You cry out in pleasure against the window, the sun shining brightly on you two like it’s your fucking spotlight.

“Mm.” Taehyung lifts one leg up, angling it beside him, fucking you deeper now. This is truly unexplainable, but every stroke of his cock feels brand new. Every time he slides in and out of you it feels like the first time.

“All of Seoul knows we are together now, right baby?” He manages to say between bated breaths. “You’re giving them such a pretty view.”

“We are giving them such a pretty view.” You moan out, your hands sliding down the window.

“Fuck, babe, you feel so amazing.” Taehyung drags his long cock inside you over and over until you are yelling out in pleasure. “So fucking tight.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung.” You pant out. Taehyung takes you by the hair and lightly tugs to make your head fall onto his shoulder, he begins kissing your now exposed neck as he fucks you. His tongue licking up your throat as you moan for him.

“Ah, Taehyung.” You slam your eyes shut as he fucks just a bit harder.

Taehyung bends you over, lifting your ass higher into the air and starts pounding into you. You scream out his name in pleasure from the force, you continue to squeeze your eyes closed and bite on your lips.

“Come here,” Taehyung disconnects from you and guides you towards the bed again, he softly pushes you down and he climbs on top of you, inserting his swollen member inside you once more. He doesn’t start immediately slamming his hips into you this time, instead he stays inside you for several long moments.

Taehyung leans forward until his chest is touching yours and his lips are on your neck. His kisses are soft and slow, your moans long and dragged out. Your hands claw at his back as he starts to slowly rock his hips into yours, the nice slow, drag of his cock making you feel light headed.

“Fuck.” You whine, “You feel so good.”

Taehyung groans in response, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he continues to slowly fuck into you. The strumming guitar plays softly in the background still, the orange glow in the room makes the scene so beautiful. Taehyung’s hands find yours, he raises them above your head and interlocks your fingers. He starts to slowly thrust inside you a bit harder now, his cock brushing against every magical spot making you cry out in pleasure.

“Let’s just fuck for a while.” He whispers into your ear, “Just want to live inside you.”

His hips push into yours over and over, slowing down when he needs to in order to keep your orgasms at bay.

Taehyung really can’t explain this feeling, this feeling like he is only connecting with you for the first time ever. Like, this experience is a first for both of you. He feels himself grow more and more infatuated with you, more and more in love.

“Taehyung…” you bite his shoulder when he slams his hips into you particularly hard. “I want to ride you.”

“You want control, huh?” Taehyung smirks above you, “My baby wants to cum all around my cock, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” You pant, “I need you.”

“You can ride me but you can’t cum until I say so, okay?” He leaves your hole and crawls to the top of the bed, sits down with his back against the headboard. “Come here, then.”

You make your way to him, your legs on either side of his, your hand finding his hard cock.

“Nice and slow…okay, baby?” Taehyung helps you angle his cock properly, the tip at your hole. You nod your head as you keep your eyes on him, you slowly begin sinking down on his member. He enters you so smoothly, he fills you to the brim. You gasp out when you feel how full you are, you whine when he keeps your hips still. You want to move so bad but his fingers dig into your skin as he controls you, he doesn’t allow you to move.

“Just enjoy the feeling baby.” He breathes out, “See how long you can last.”

Your face scrunches up in desperation, your eyes staying on his but you want to slam them shut from the frustration. You want to move your hips so badly but he still doesn’t allow it, his chest begins heaving as the moments pass. He’s just as eager as you are but he is controlling himself as he controls you.

“Stay still…I’m going to touch you.” He warns. “Promise to stay still?”

“Yes Taehyung.” You grit out.

One of Taehyung’s hands leave your hips as he fingers dance across your stomach, the sensation has you finally squeezing your eyes shut. His fingers skid across your skin lightly as they travel lower and lower. Finally, your eyes shoot open when his fingers find and press against your clit. He then starts rubbing slow circles and you part your lips to cry out, the feeling like paradise.

“Don’t move your hips.” Taehyung reminds you, “Just enjoy the feeling.”

Your face continues to express your frustrations, you start panting from how desperate you feel. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves faster now and you accidentally jerk your hips forward making the both of you groan.

“Careful y/n. Not yet.”

His fingers move faster now, sliding easily from your wetness. You whine over and over, your voice cracking with every pleading word.

“Please, Tae…fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he squeezes your hip, keeping you still.

“Do you think you can cum like this?” He asks softly.

“Yes.”

His fingers don’t stop, they rub you faster and faster and faster. You feel challenged, not being able to move, you feel so full of his cock, you feel so god damn frustrated but it feels so good. It feels indescribable as his fingers play with you. Your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth, your eyes roll around and your hands find his shoulders as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“Holy fuck Taehyung.” You cry, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Your legs shake around him as you feel the hard wave of pleasure wash over you. His hand loosens around your hip and you lose control as you start rocking your hips back and forth, riding out this incredible high.

“Fuck, fuuuuucckk.” You lean forward until your head is on his shoulder, his hands go back to your hips as he urges you to lift yourself off his cock, but your legs are weak. His hands go to your back as he guides you to fall forward, and once you do he starts thrusting upward. You try to catch your breath as he starts to quickly fuck you from under you.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He grits out, “I could watch you cum all day.” His cock pounds into you, his tip hitting you so deeply. “You realize I had to stop myself from coming inside you as you came?” he holds you close, his sweaty skin sticking to yours.

Taehyung quickly flips your bodies over, your back now on the mattress as he hovers above you. He places your legs on his shoulders as he fucks you deeper, his hard member brushing against you in a way that has you feeling dizzy.

“Taehyung…I’m going to come again.” You warn between rough breaths, “Please, faster.”

“I’ll come with you.” He leans forward until his lips are on yours, his kiss so fucking sloppy and messy. He pushes his cock into you faster and faster and faster, his hips slamming into yours.

“Come for me baby.” Taehyung repeats over and over, “Please, right now. Please.” His pleading words go straight to your needy pussy. You feel yourself go tense as you start to cum all around his cock, your walls squeezing him and milking him dry as he stills his hips and comes into you. He moans so loudly, his bated breaths against your neck.

“Fuck baby.” He slowly pushes his cock into you a few more times, his cum entering you deeper now. Taehyung and you both whine, the feeling so overwhelming. He stays still inside you and breaths roughly against your neck before he lifts his head and finds your lips. He pecks them a few times as he slides out of you. You feel empty without his cock.

“That was…” You try to catch your breath, your words getting lost on your tongue. Taehyung chuckles as he falls beside you, his member beginning to soften now. His arms wrap around you, bringing you in close.

“Yeah.” He agrees, “You felt so good, y/n. I will never get used to it.”

“You felt…” you finally compose yourself, your face nuzzling in his chest. “I’ve never felt this way before.” You admit softly. “You make me feel so good.”

“That’s how it should be babe. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I love you Taehyung.” Your fingers dance over his chest, your fingertips absorbing his warmth. “So much.”

“I love you more.” Taehyung smiles cheekily, “We should really get some sleep because we have our date tonight.”

“We’re still going on that?” You tease.

“What? You think just because we had sex that I can’t romance you? You’re about to find out how romantic I can be.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head. “But maybe a shower is in order first.”

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You don’t want to wake up. The feeling of Taehyung’s warm arms wrapped around you is enough to make you feel like you’ve died and gone to heaven. His alarm is insistent though, the loud beeping coming from his phone making you both groan in annoyance.

“Just turn it off, Tae. Let’s just sleep. We can go on a date tomorrow.” You mumble. Taehyung loosens his hold on you as he turns his body over and reaches for his phone.

“No.” he chuckles groggily. “Let’s get up.” He finally clicks the alarm off and rolls back over until he’s hovering over you. “Get up sleepy head.” He leans down and pecks your lips softly.

“Mm.” you shake your head. Taehyung smiles as he watches you, you look so cute like this.

“Don’t be a brat.” He laughs, “Let’s start getting ready.” Then he is leaving your body, his warmth going with him as he rises from the bed.

“Fine.” You cutely whine. “It’s 2pm now. What time should I be ready?”

“Can you be ready in an hour?” Taehyung goes to his closet to choose his outfit for the day. “Or is that too soon?”

“No, I can do an hour.” You hum, “I guess I should really get up then.” You finally rise from the bed as well, walking to his closet to see your red dress hanging.

“I’m going to head to Jimin’s to get ready. I’ll be back by 3ish.” Taehyung folds his clothing and places them in a backpack, “I’ll get my things from the bathroom. You can get ready here and I’ll pick you up…you know, properly.”

“You’re going to Jimin’s to get ready?” you tilt your head as you look at him. “Just get ready here.” You whine.

“No,” he laughs, “I have to pick up some things on the way so it works out. You have the whole apartment to yourself, enjoy baby.” He comes to you and kisses your forehead. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Fine, okay.” You smile for him, “See you in a bit. Love you.”

“I love you too.” He gazes down at you, his dark eyes filling with adoration. “See you soon.” And then he is leaving the bedroom. After a few minutes you hear the front door opening and closing, you take this as your sign to actually start getting ready.

You look at the red dress and start to feel a blush creeping on your cheeks…it’s a beautiful dress, really. It’s a nice shade of red, pleated and goes to about your knees. It has long sleeves that fall off the shoulders and you feel very pretty just imagining it on. You slip off Taehyung’s T shirt, and find a strapless bra in your suitcase and slip on the dress, it falls over your body shamelessly. You look at yourself in the mirror and your eyes widen…you really have no business looking this good at 2pm on a Friday.

You walk into the bathroom and start your make up process, you decide on light makeup but enough to highlight your features. You tie your hair up into a low, messy bun and apply some lipstick, smacking your lips dramatically as you eye yourself in the mirror. You feel satisfied with the way you look…you can’t wait for Taehyung to see you.

It’s already almost 3 when you hear knocking on the front door…you rush to find your shoes and your purse and make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before you swing the door open, but your breath gets caught in your throat when you see your view.

Taehyung looks absolutely breathtaking. His black turtle neck smooth over his skin, his dark dress pants and gray jacket draped over his arm…he looks like his belongs at an award show. His other hand carries a large bouquet of flowers, many different types with many different colors. Your eyes scan each and every one and you feel yourself grow weak at the sight. Your eyes finally find his and he looks so taken aback.

“Holy shit.” He mutters, “Holy fucking shit.”

“What?” you smile, “What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful…” he bites on his lips, “This dress is so perfect for you. And I love your hair up…your neck…I just want to kiss all over it.” He admits.

“You look very handsome as well, Tae.” You put your hands out, gesturing for him to hand over the flowers.

“Oh, right.” He places the bouquet in your hands. “For you.”

“Help me find a vase?” you nod your head towards inside the apartment. Taehyung nods his head and walks inside, heading towards his kitchen. He finds a vase that his mother gave him and fills it with water. He takes the flowers from you and places them inside.

“Do you like them?” he asks, “Some of these flowers are the same type as the ones from the island…when I gave you some on that date we went on.” Taehyung shyly mumbles.

“Oh? I love that.” You squeeze his bicep. “You’re so thoughtful.” You lean up and kiss his cheek.

“Kiss me properly babe.” Taehyung tells you.

“But my lipstick…” you whine, “But fine.”

Your hands find themselves on both his cheeks as you softly pull him down, closer to you and you give him a sweet smooch.

“Love you.” He whispers against your lips as you pull back some. “Ready?”

The Leeum Samsung Museum of Art is more impressive than you would have ever imagined. It blends Korean history with modern art. The pieces are so extravagant, so unique and so fun that you can’t help but gaze at them for several long moments. Taehyung has seen this all before but he still gets so immersed and his excitement is very clear that he gets to share this with you.

“It’s a chandelier, right? Wow, this is so bright and sparkly…” you say, admiration filling the tone of your voice. “Let’s hang this up in your apartment.” You joke.

“Whatever you want baby.” Taehyung tells you, his hand going around your waist. “Ready to move on to the next piece?”

“Sure.” You smile, “I will probably will want to take it home, whatever it is. This place is amazing.”

“Isn’t it?”

You two walk until you are standing in front of a wall full of diamond shaped mirrors, you hurry to grab your phone from your purse and take Taehyung’s arm.

“Should we take a picture?” you ask, feeling a bit shy because besides the photos from the island, you two have never taken a picture together. You feel the jitters like this truly is a first date.

“Sure baby.” Taehyung stands behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and smiles for the photo. You feel your heart bursting in joy as you feel his warmth surround you. You smile at your reflection and snap the picture.

“Let’s take a selfie too.” Taehyung offers. You agree, lifting the phone up and switching the camera to face the two of you. You click a few photos, some smiling, some with kissy lips, some with his lips on your cheek and one with his lips on your lips. You feel so lovely, so giddy, so happy.

“They close soon…” Taehyung mentions regretfully. “And sunset is almost here.” He looks at his phone, “We should get going for the next part of our date.”

“Something to do with the sunset?” you guess.

“Maybe.” He grins at you, “Come on.”

You two take Line 3 and exit 2 for the place he is taking you, you see a tall building and wonder what it could be. He leads you inside and takes you up the elevator until you are on the roof of the building.

“Sky Rose Garden.” He says with a proud smile, “It’s so pretty right? Right?”

Your eyes scan the area…there’s so many roses all around, many tables and café’s. You walk forward until you’re at the edge, your hands going to the railing.

“Holy shit…what a view of the city.” You say under your breath, “The sun is setting.” You tell him. The way the sun sets over the buildings is a sight for sore eyes, the mix of the golden rays and the blooming flowers mixed with dim lights makes for a beautiful scene.

“Let’s get something to eat.” Taehyung feels himself grow prouder and prouder for bringing you here, your eyes filling with stars as you gaze at everything.

“Okay.” You find his hand and interlock your fingers. He guides you to the shop and you two order two drinks and some small finger foods. You bring it to a small table, setting your things down while Taehyung pulls your chair out for you. You sit and thank him while he takes his own seat.

“This is such a romantic spot, Tae.” You flutter your lashes at him, a sweet smile adorning your face. “I feel like I don’t deserve this.”

Taehyung frowns at your words, he brings his drink to his lips as he studies you.

“We’re going to work on that.” He says, putting the drink back down onto the table. “I want you to feel like you deserve the world and more.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever feel like I deserve this…deserve you…”

“Don’t say that. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you baby. You’re so lovely.”

“You really love me, don’t you?” you kind of laugh, “You make me feel like you do…”

“I do.” He says quickly. “So much.”

“You have options now, Tae. And you still want me? Still choose me?” you looks into his dark eyes and you see how they soften for you.

“y/n. I choose you every day. Every minute of every day. I choose you.” Taehyung tries to smile but it’s sort of sad. “Do you choose me?”

“Yes!” you rush, “Taehyung, I love you.”

“Then….” Taehyung’s eyes slide to the sunset. He watches as the sun lowers itself over the buildings. “Do you like it here?” he asks. “Would you move here…?”

Suddenly, you feel yourself panic. It’s not like you hate it here…but isn’t it so soon to ask that? When would you even move? Now? Taehyung’s eyes find yours and he notices how you seem to fill with something anxious.

“y/n? Sorry…maybe I shouldn’t have….”

“No, no.” you gulp. “I just…need time to think.”

“No, you do. Definitely. You do. I’m sorry. I don’t want to feel like I am pressuring you.”

“I know babe.” You finally release a long breath, “I just…don’t know.”

“And that’s okay.” He assures you, his hand finding yours over the table top. “Just try to communicate your feelings to me.”

“I’m afraid…” you admit, sighing out.

“Afraid of what?”

“Of saying something you won’t like.” You pull your hand away from his, “Hurting your feelings.”

Taehyung’s lips curve downwards as he looks at you. “Forget about my feelings,” he says. “Let’s focus on yours. But when you’re ready.” He assures you again.

“Sorry I…” you start to feel overwhelmed…anxiety building within you.

“Let’s just enjoy the night sky.” Taehyung smiles, he reaches for your hand again and squeezes it tightly. “Come.” He stands, leading you towards the railing. You two gaze at the darkening sky, you see the streets come to life as night time approaches.

“Sorry if I ruined the mood.” You say after a long while, “I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Taehyung squeezes your hand again, “Everything is still perfect. As long as we are together things are the way they are meant to be.”

“You really believe that?” you ask, swaying into his side.

“More than anything.” His arm wraps around your shoulder, he brings you in close and sniffs your hair and exhales a breath of satisfaction. “Are you enjoying our date?”

“So much.” You say, “This is so romantic.”

“I try.” He chuckles, “But what I really want? To take you home, open a bottle of wine and kiss you. Kiss you so fucking much.”

“Take me home then.” You tease. “I’m ready when you are.”

You and Taehyung are sitting on his balcony. The night time air feels nice and refreshing, the way the breeze lightly blows. You sip on the red wine he poured you and you feel your skin tingling and your head light and airy.

“You wanted to be an actress?” Taehyung raises a brow at you, feeling quite impressed. “Like for movies and stuff?”

“You know I’m quite good at acting.” You remind him, “I love being in character.” You wink, your cheeks warming up. Taehyung smirks at you, remembering your island days where you dressed in many different outfits for him.

“True.” He says smoothly, “I need to find out more though.”

“We can arrange that.”

“How come you didn’t pursue it though?”

You nibble on your lips as you think, “It’s not really realistic is it?”

“You’re talking to an aspiring musician.” He deadpans. “I get it though, the arts are hard.”

“Yeah. But I believe in you, your voice is so charming.” You say in a smooth, deep voice, trying to imitate him. Taehyung chuckles and nods his head like he agrees.

“I am struggling to finish this song…” he mentions, “But when it’s done I want to show you.” He takes a sip of his wine.

“I cannot wait babe.” You reply excitedly.

“Why are you so far away?” Taehyung whines, “Come sit closer.”

“Your chairs are set up this way.” You laugh, “But sure, I can come closer.” You stand up and drag your chair next to Taehyung and plop down into it. “Better?”

“No.” He sets his wine down on the table in front of him and takes your arm, pulling you closer and closer until you’re finding yourself in his lap. “Now, it’s better.”

“I really do feel bad about earlier…” your hand goes to his shirt, you play with the material. “I know you say I didn’t ruin the mood but I still feel like I did…”

“You didn’t baby.” Taehyung frowns.

“Even still…I want to make it up to you.” Your eyes go from looking at your hand to his eyes. “Can I do that for you?”

“And how would you make it up to me?” His hands go to rub your back. “You really don’t have to but I am curious?”

“Mm.” you look up, pretending to think as you smile. “Maybe I could…” you hand travels down to his belt buckle. “Make you cum.”

“Oh?” he leans his head back as his eye lids become heavy. “How would you make me cum?” he asks with a low voice.

“My mouth.” You state seductively. “How does that sound baby?”

“As tempting as that sounds…” Taehyung closes his eyes as a smirk plays at his lips…”I have another idea.”

“And what’s that?” you continue to unbuckle his belt.

“You never really got to ride me like you wanted.” His fingers go to his buttons, he begins undoing them, helping you.

“I love where your mind is at.” You tell him smoothly, your hands scrambling to undo his zipper. He lifts himself up and you help him drag his pants down to his thighs, his briefs going with them. Your small hand immediately wraps around his half hard length, you lean into kiss his neck as he sighs out. You start stroking him very slowly, sometimes squeezing him at the tip making him release a long, shaky breath.

“I’m going to touch you too.” He warns softly. “That okay?”

“Yes, please.” You move to straddle him, his hand goes under your dress as his fingers rub you over your panties. You sigh out in pleasure as he touches you. You start stroking him a bit faster until he’s completely hard.

“You’re definitely wet enough…” Taehyung smirks, “Your panties are soaked.”

You nod your head frantically as you hold on to his hard cock, you look him in the eyes and start teasing his cock at your hole.

“If you’re too loud my neighbors might hear.” Taehyung tells you.

“Okay, I’ll try to be quiet.”

“Not what I was trying to say.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. You ease yourself onto his cock, lowering yourself onto it. He hisses when he feels your warmth surround him, he whines when he feels how your walls suck him in.

“You feel so incredible.” He sighs out, “Let’s come quickly?” he asks, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Yes Taehyung.” You start lifting yourself off him before slamming back down. You repeat this action over and over, your thighs burning as you fuck yourself onto his cock. Taehyung’s hands go under your dress and he squeezes your ass cheeks in his large hands, helping you set the pace.

“Fuck baby. You ride cock so well.” Taehyung can’t help but meet you halfway, slightly thrusting into you from below. “Fuck.”

Your hands go to his hair, you hold on tightly as you ride him faster now. He groans when you tug on it, his eyes find yours and they look like they have fire inside them.

“Can you go faster my love?” He whines, “Should I help you?”

Your thighs burn, your shaking legs telling him all he needs to know. He starts thrusting from below, hitting your g spot over and over. The pleasure building so fucking quickly.

“Ah, Taehyung.” You cry out, your head falls to his shoulder and you bite into his skin making him moan for you.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He starts fucking you faster, harder and deeper all at once. You can’t help but scream out his name over and over as he hits your spot, his fingers finally make contact with your clit and that’s the last straw. You start moving your hips wildly as you start to cum all around his cock.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yell out, your moans loud and high pitched. You squeeze his cock, making him shoot his cum inside you. You both continue to move your hips into each other, riding out your highs.

“Holy fuck baby.” Taehyung breathes into your neck, “Love you on top.” His hands massage your ass cheeks and he lightly spanks you.

“Felt so good.” You pant. “Let’s stay like this for a moment.” You say, referring to his dick being inside you.

“Yes.” He breathes out roughly, “You think my neighbors hate us?” he laughs.

~~~~~

It’s Saturday morning and you are in an amazing mood. Taehyung just fucked you against the shower wall, then fucked you again on the bathroom counter, then ate you out on the bed. You wish every morning started off like that.

Taehyung is in the kitchen making some eggs and bacon while you slip on one of his t shirts and a fresh pair on undies. You make your way into the kitchen, walking behind Taehyung. You wrap your arms around his waist from behind and inhale his scent. It smells like him, smells like home.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“Starved.”

“I bet.” Taehyung chuckles, he turns around in your grasp and hugs you tightly. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore as fuck.” You look down and then back up into his eyes. You see how he grins, feeling satisfied with himself.

“Sorry.” He says, still grinning.

“No you aren’t.” you laugh, you let go of him and head towards the counter and take a seat on one of the stools. “So I had an idea.”

“What idea is that?” Taehyung continues to cook the bacon on the stove. “Hm?”

“I was thinking we invite the guys over tonight…maybe have a game night?”

“A game night?” Taehyung turns around to take a look at you, a smile forming on his lips. “You want to see the guys already again?”

“Of course. They’re my….my…friends.” you mumble lamely. “Right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Taehyung turns back around, the smile in his voice very evident. “I’ll add you to the group chat. You can invite them yourselves.”

“Tae.” You whine, “You do it.”

“Don’t be shy babe.”

“I am shy though.” You complain, “Come on.”

“Nope.” He smiles, flipping the bacon.

You groan into your hands but you can’t help but smile too. You mean, they are your friends right? So it’s not awkward if you do it?

“Here…” Taehyung pulls out his phone and presses on the screen for a while. “Just added you.” He looks up at you and grins, “Go ahead.”

You find your own phone and see you have been added to their group chat…you feel a bit awkward like you’re entering a sacred space but Taehyung looks so excited…

“okay…”

y/n 11:06am

Hey guys…it’s y/n. I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over to Tae’s apartment tonight for a game night, If not its cool. Just thought I would ask.

Jimin 11:07am

Omg hi!! Yes, sounds good with me. What time should I come?

Yoongi 11:07am

Srry cant make it tonight but next time for sure:-)

Jungkook 11:08am

Whatever

Namjoon 11:08am

Going to be with Yoongi, sorry y/n. But let’s make plans soon!

Hobi 11:09am

Have a big paper due on Monday. Next time though!!!!:)

Jin 11:10am

Game night! Woo! See you tonight.

You bring your phone to your chest as you feel it bubble with excitement. Taehyung looks at his phone, reading over the messages and glances at you with a smile.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Shut up.” You groan, your head falling into your hands. “Let’s eat?”

“Almost ready.” He smirks at you, “Tell Jimin 7.”

You take your phone again and send the text telling the guys what time to come. You can’t help but feel your mood brighten even more. You really, like really don’t know when the last time you felt this happy. In fact…maybe this is the first time you have felt this happy.

“We need to clean up the apartment though…” you take a look around, “We look like slobs.”

“After we eat!” Taehyung brings a plate to where you’re seated, his sets it down on the counter and his own plate next to you. “Let’s dig in.” he smiles, sitting down next to you.

“What song is this? I love it.” You can’t help but mumble the lyrics, even though you have no idea what they are saying.

“It’s called Bittersweet.” Taehyung tells you, he sways his body into yours, dancing along to the song. You can’t help but laugh and dance along as well, Taehyung takes your hands and wraps them around his neck as his hands go to your hips.

“Let’s dance.” He tells you…”Remember when we danced on the island? On our date?”

“Yeah…it was one of your romantic gestures…” you remind him with a sweet smile.

“The backless dress you wore that night….drove me crazy.” He admits softly, pulling your closer.

“Oh really?” you smirk, “ I tried looking nice that night. Did I go too far?”

“Baby I had to try so hard to keep my eyes elsewhere. But feeling your bare back?” Taehyung huffs out, “That was torture.”

“Hm.” You hum, “Is that so?” you both continue swaying to the music and then you start giggling. “We’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“We can multi task.” He teases, “We’ve done worse while we clean.” He winks at you and your cheeks heat up, turning nice and rosy.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask, already leaning up. Taehyung pushes his head forward as he meets your lips half way. “I’m so, so happy Taehyung.”

“This is just the beginning baby.”

Evening finally comes, the setting sun giving the room a low glow. You hear knocking on the door and you whip your head in the doors direction before looking at your phone to see the time. It’s only 6:40.

“Must be Jimin.” Taehyung starts walking towards the door, swinging it open to reveal Jimin standing there.

“Hey friends.” Jimin walks in, a bottle of wine in hand. “I am ready for game night!”

You stand to your feet and walk towards Jimin, his entire face lights up and he rushes to hug you tightly.

“Hi.” He continues to squeeze you in his arms, you make eye contact with Taehyung who is just smiling fondly at you both.

“Hey…you brought wine!” you gesture towards the wine as you pull back, “What kind?”

“It’s a chardonnay.” He tells you with a sweet smile, “I’ll put it in the kitchen.” He says, leaving you to make his way into the kitchen.

“I need to shower still.” Taehyung tells you, “think you’ll be alright with Jimin?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You wave him off, “Go, go.”

Taehyung announces to Jimin that he will return shortly and disappears into the bedroom. Jimin comes into the living room, joining you on the sofa with two wine glasses.

“For you.” He hands you the glass, “and for me.” He tilts the glass back and chugs like half the glass, you chuckle at his excitement.

“So, tell me. What was Taehyung like when you first met him?” he grins, waiting for you answer.

“An asshole.” You say with a straight face.

“Eh?” Jimin pushes his head back in disbelief. “My Taehyungie? There’s no way. Although he told me about it, I still can’t believe it.” He laughs, his eyes basically disappearing as he giggles.

“And how do you think you were?”

“He tells me I was a brat.”

“No, no. Not my angel y/n!” Jimin laughs again and you join him.

“Neither of us were very mature starting out.” You admit, bringing the glass of wine to your lips. “But we grew to get used to each other I guess.”

“I knew he was going to fall in love with you.” Jimin gives you a cheeky smile, “His parents shared the photos with us and I just knew he had a thing for you since the beginning.”

“I don’t know about that.” you chuckle. “I don’t think he liked me very much at first.”

“Eh, details details.” He shrugs, “As the weeks went by his eyes filled with more and more love each time. I knew he was a goner.”

“You think so?” you can’t help but blush. “I don’t know…”

“You shouldn’t doubt it.” Jimin becomes a little more serious, he brings the wine glass closer to his mouth. “Please don’t ever doubt his feelings…not again…” then he is chugging back the rest of the wine.

“I…I won’t.” you can sense the shift in the atmosphere for a few moments before Jimin cracks a wide smile and pats you on the back.

“I really am envious of you two.” He whines dramatically. “You guys are so hot!”

“Do you have someone Jimin?” you decide to pry, you are friends after all. Jimin looks a little surprised but then he offers you a small smile, his cheeks turning pink.

“I—”

Insistent knocking on the door interrupts. “I’ll get it!” Jimin rushes to his feet.

Jimin makes his way to the door, opens it and starts hugging on his two friends that just showed up.

“y/n!!!!” Jin comes through, “How’s my new friend?”

You rise from the sofa, setting your glass of wine down before you are being engulfed in a warm hug.

“Hi Jin.” You wrap your arms around him in a hug just as tight.

“Jungkook you better come say hi properly.” Jin yells out, still hugging you.

“Nah, I’m good.” He says with a straight face. He enters the apartment and heads straight towards the kitchen for some water. “Really sucks it’s just me, you, Jimin and Tae tonight.”

“And y/n.” Jin gives Jungkook a look from across the living room.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Maybe we should start drinking?” you offer, walking towards the kitchen yourself. “We have wine, beer…”

“Wow, we might actually agree on something.” Jungkook gives you a cold stare. “I want beer.” He says, extending his hand out.

“You are the definition of a brat.” Jimin chuckles. “Get your own beer.”

“Beer sounds good!” Jin comes into the kitchen too, his hand rubbing at Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’ll get them.”

You can’t help but laugh as you watch Jungkook slump his shoulders when he doesn’t get what he wants.

“Tae sure is taking a while.” Jimin comments, “Oh! y/n, your glass is empty. Shall we go for round two?” he winks at you, holding up the bottle of wine and shaking it around slightly.

“Hm,” you put a finger to your chin as you pretend to think. “Yes.” You walk back to grab your glass and bring it towards Jimin so he can refill your glass.

“I hear my name.” Taehyung comes into the kitchen with damp hair, “Were you guys talking about how amazing I am?”

“Would y/n really know? If she did she wouldn’t have—”

Jin hits Jungkook on the arm, making him shut up. Taehyung glares at Jungkook but brushes it off.

“Anyway.” You gulp, “I say we also order some food?”

“You are just full of great ideas girl.” Jin exclaims excitedly.

Drinks are being drank, food has been ordered and conversation is flowing. You all sit in Taehyung’s living room, everyone feeling a bit tipsy as you all laugh and talk.

“Dumplings? Your biggest fight was over dumplings?” you giggle, the alcohol making you feel warm and giddy.

“It’s deeper than that.” Jimin pouts, “Right Tae?”

“Yeah, exactly. No one understands us Jiminie.” Taehyung also pouts dramatically.

“It’s okay,” you smile. “Me and my sister wanted to murder each other over a pack of crayons so.”

“Crayons?” Jin asks. “Like the color sticks. Why?”

“I swear she kept breaking my crayons in half!” You chug back more of your wine. “So I took hers and broke all of them.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“y/n is the type to get revenge. Noted.” Jimin blinks at you and laughs. “Be careful everyone!”

“Scary.” Taehyung shudders, “I’ll make sure to stay on your good side.”

“Good.” You nod at him, “For the best.”

“Reminds me of the time Jungkook ate all my ramens when he thought I took a bite of his. He literally went and ate 6 cups in a row. All so I would be left with none.”

“You’re both scary.” Jimin looks between you and Jungkook and you both shrug nonchalantly.

“It is what it is.” Jungkook slurs.

“Should we finally play a drinking game?” you decide to speak up over the chatter, “I vote King’s Cup.”

“That’s the one where each card has a rule right?”

“Basically.”

“Yeah, I’m down!” Jin high fives you across the table. “Where’s the cards Tae?”

“I’ll go grab them” Taehyung stands from the floor and goes to his bookshelf where a deck of cards are. “Got them.” He comes back to the table and sits down on the floor.

“I just spread the cards all around?” he asks you and you nod your head.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Whoever draws the last king has to chug this beer.” Jimin places a beer in the middle of the table. “Got it?”

“Got it!” Jin yells out, “I hate chugging so hopefully a pro like Jimin gets it. Or Jungkook.”

“Or me.” You slur cockily.

“And not me.” Taehyung whines. “I hate chugging.”

“Ladies first…?” Jimin gestures towards you with an evil smirk and you roll your eyes playfully.

You reach for a card and see that you pulled a 4. You immediately groan.

“4 is whores. You’re on your own.” Jungkook points out the obvious.

“Whores is an aggressive word…let’s say ‘ladies.’” Jin says softly, “Sorry though y/n. Jungkook’s right though, you’re on your own.”

Jimin and Taehyung snicker to themselves as they all wait for you to take a drink.

“Fine.” You bring a beer to your lips, gulping down the cold liquid.

“Jimin your turn!” you point at him drunkenly, “I hope you get a 3!”

Jimin shakes his head with a wide smile as he reaches for a card on the table, he pulls a Jack and starts laughing like a maniac.

“What?” Everyone asks. Jimin shows the card and smiles cheekily.

“Jack is back. Sorry, y/n, looks like you are drinking again.”

“What the actual fuck?” you groan as the boys laugh. “I wish there were other girls here, I feel outnumbered.” You laugh as you take a sip of your drink.

“Well…I could invite Yuna and Jiwoo?” Jimin asks, looking around the room to get the other guys approvals.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” Jungkook stutters out, “Um. Yeah.” He starts to blush and Jin gives Jungkook a knowing smile.

“Yeah, they’re cool. y/n will like them.” Taehyung says with a smile, his hand going to your thigh as he squeezes it lightly.

“But will they like me?” you mumble. “It’s fine, you don’t have to actually invite anyone I was just kidding,”

“No!” Jimin claps his hands excitedly. “It’ll be fun!” He pulls his phone out and sends them a text.

“Okay…Jungkook it’s your turn.” You point at the boy and he excitedly reaches for a card. He pulls a 9.

“Rhyme…Uh, I’ll start off with the word…Cat.” Then he whips his head in Jin’s direction.

“Hat!” Jin yells out quickly.

“Bat!” Taehyung manages to get out.

“Sat!”

“Mat!”

“Uhhhhhhhh……” Jungkook panics, not able to think of a word in time.

“Times up!” Jimin laughs loudly, “You lose, you drink.”

Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes as he chugs back some of his drink. “Jin, your turn.”

Jin pulls a Queen.

“Oh, question master!” Jin smirks, “So anytime I ask a question and someone answers it they have to drink right?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung answers.

“Drink.” The rest of you say in unison, everyone laughing as Taehyung’s eyes go wide and he starts yelling about how unfair that was.

“Taehyung go!” He pulls an 8. AKA mate/date. He has to choose someone in the room to drink with him every time he drinks.

“My girlfriend, of course.” He looks over at you and blows you a kiss. He immediately picks up his drink and takes a sip, you roll your eyes as you pick up your own drink and gulp back some of the liquid. “Your turn baby.” Taehyung gestures towards the cards.

You pick up a 5…you all decide on never have I ever. You go first.

“Never have I ever lived in Korea.” You smirk at the boys and they all groan as they take a drink.

“You have to drink too because Tae is drinking.” Jungkook smirks. “You played yourself.”

Your eyes go wide as you realize then you throw your head back in defeat as you take a drink of your beer.

“Whatever.” You mumble. “You all lose a finger though. Only two more fingers left.”

“Never have I ever lived in (Your country)” Jimin’s sly smile makes it to his lips as he stares at you. Jin high fives Jimin and Taehyung and Jungkook laugh.

“Wow.” You take another sip of your beer.

“Never have I ever smoked weed.” Jungkook states proudly. Taehyung lowers a finger and takes a drink.

“What? When?” you ask, surprised.

“It was a dark 6 months y/n.” Taehyung lightly giggles. “It was just a couple of times though.”

“Never have I ever had sex with 2 different girls in one night.” Jin looks around the room. His eyes scanning his friends…when Taehyung lowers his last finger and takes a drink.

“Slut!” Jimin yells out, laughing. “Oh…” he pulls out his phone, “Yuna says they will come later…oh, it’s my turn.” He pulls a King. The rule maker.

“The rule is every time you drink you have to say a line from a Disney movie!”

“That’s hard!” Taehyung whines, “Why!”

“Oh, this is too easy.” You say with a devilish smirk, you notice Jungkook across the table also with his own smile.

“Too easy.” He repeats.

The night continues on, you all laugh and yell over one another, the room sizzling with excitement.

“There’s a snake in my boot!” Jungkook says before taking a sip of his beer.

“You had absolutely no reason to drink.” Jin deadpans. “You just want to show off your knowledge of Disney movies.”

“But daddy, I love him!” you take a sip of your own drink, your competitive eyes on Jungkook.

“You’re both annoying.” Taehyung says with a straight face. “Someone please draw another King so the rule can change.”

3 more Kings get drawn eventually, making the game come to an end. Everyone is drunk, giggling like maniacs. Your head finds Taehyung’s shoulder as you two rumble with laughter, sweet, sweet drunken laughter.

“Hey the girls are about to be here!” Jimin announces. Suddenly you stop your giggles, becoming a tad bit serious. A tad bit…nervous. You wonder…will they like you? What are they like? Are they nice? Are they mean? Your mind starts getting clouded with these thoughts…you start to feel insecure.

“Hey…” Taehyung slurs in your ear, “They’re great. Going to love you.” And then suddenly there’s knocking on the front door.

Jimin rises from the floor to open the door to let the girls in, a small girl with short blonde hair comes through first. She’s wearing several clips in her hair, a frilly dress and wearing a large smile on her face.

“Yuna!” Jimin goes in to hug her, she squeezes her eyes shut as she hugs Jimin. A girl with long, dark hair that’s half tied up in a bun walks in, she’s dressed much more casual.

“Jiwoo!” Jimin hugs her next, she wraps her arms around the boy loosely as she nods her head.

“Yes, yes.” She slurs, “We are here.”

“And we are drunk!” Yuna giggles, twirling around in a few circles. When she stops, she brings a hand to her forehead. “Oh. I got dizzy.”

“Silly girl.” Jiwoo says with a straight face. “You’re always doing that” This time she allows herself to show a small smile.

“Oh!” Yuna’s eyes widen in pleasant surprise when she spots you. “You must be y/n!” She rushes to you, her hands finding your hands as she helps you stand to your feet and immediately hugs you, leaving you feeling surprised.

“So nice to finally meet you!”

Jiwoo walks closer to you, smiles and nods her head in greeting.

“I’m Jiwoo. This is Yuna.” She motions towards the small girl that is clinging to you.

“Hi. Nice to meet you.” You smile, feeling a little tense.

“Hi Jiwoo.” Jungkook feels himself grow red as he greets the girl, she looks at him with the tilt of her head and waves at him.

“And Yuna.” Jin bumps shoulder with Jungkook.

“Right, hi Yuna.” Jungkook mumbles. “Nice to see you guys.”

“Ah!” Yuna finally pulls away from you, “You smell so nice.” Then she is rubbing her head in your chest as she drunkenly sniffs you. Jiwoo tries to pull Yuna off you but she’s too drunk to listen or to care. You finally feel yourself loosen up at the girls behavior, you can’t help but start laughing. Jiwoo looks at you apologetically and cracks a smile too.

“Hey!” Taehyung also tries tugging on Yuna’s arm to get her off of you. “She’s mine.” He whines. “Go be all over Jiwoo like you usually are.”

“Ah my Jiwoo loves my love!” Yuna let’s go of you and twirls to face Jiwoo and clutches onto her.

“Thanks Taehyung.” Jiwoo deadpans.

“How about some more drinks?” you ask with a smile, “I’ll go grab some.”

“I’ll help.” Taehyung follows you into the kitchen. You feel Taehyung’s chest on your back as he wraps an arm around you waist as you open the fridge.

“I miss you.” He whispers into your ear, “Let’s kick everyone out so I can be with you. Alone.” He brings his hips closer to your ass, where you can feel his half hard length.

“You’re bad.” You chuckle, “You’re going to have to wait.” You bend down to reach for some drinks when he lightly grinds his hips into your ass, pushing you further forward.

“Tae.” You whine, turning around in his grasp. “Not now.”

“Fine. At least kiss me.” He slurs.

You tilt your head and lean up to find his lips, he starts kissing you quickly and roughly, his tongue finding yours in seconds. You taste the alcohol on his tongue and you feel yourself grow drunker. His hands explore the entirety of your body, from groping your ass to your breasts to cupping your jaw. You accidentally moan into his mouth, making him jerk his hips into yours. You feel his fully hard cock now, he grinds himself against you and you whimper when his fingers rub you over your jeans. You’re both so drunk, so messy, so turned on.

“They’re probably wondering where we’re at.” You pull away slightly, out of breath as you speak.

“Who cares.” Taehyung dives back in, kissing your swollen lips again. But you pull away again with a chuckle.

“I want to make friends. Let’s go.” You nod towards the living room where you can hear talking and laughter.

Taehyung looks at you with soft eyes as he nods his head in understanding.

“Okay, baby.”

You smooth down your clothes and hair and walk back into the living room, Jimin chatting with Yuna about a movie they recently saw, Jin and Jungkook making small talk with Jiwoo. You sit next to Yuna and she immediately puts her attention on you. She asks you about your hometown, she asks about where you got your blouse, she talks about her own funny stories. Jiwoo comes to sit with the two of you, joining your conversation. She mentions she studies environmental science and loves to attend concerts. You three drunkenly agree on buying tickets to some random bands show.

They’re both…great. Super nice. Very welcoming and warm and you are feeling a bit overwhelmed. Your drunken emotions getting the best of you…but it’s been so long since you have had a girl friend. You can’t help but get teary eyed as Yuna talks about the boy she has a crush on, Jiwoo teases her about it and you? You feel so included and it’s honestly taking a toll on your drunk state of mind.

“He just sucks at texting!” Yuna pouts, then she notices your glossy eyes. “y/n? Are you okay?” she reaches for your hands and looks at you with big, bright eyes.

“What?” you sniffle, “Yeah. Sorry. Wow. Sorry.” You start to panic, but Jiwoo’s hands finds your guys hands and she gives you a smile.

“Want to have brunch with us tomorrow at noon?” She asks, long dark strands of her hair falling over her eyes. “We do it every Sunday. Could be fun to have a third person?”

“That’s such a lovely idea!” Yuna yells cutely, “Don’t you think y/n?”

“Brunch? Just the three of us?”

“What?” You hear Jimin whine, butting into your conversation. “You guys are getting brunch together? So unfair, I want to come!”

“Let the girls have their time!” Jin says. “Even though I bet Jungkook wants to go too.”

Jungkook becomes super flustered, turning many shades of red as he mutters ‘shut up’ to Jin. Jiwoo punches Jungkook’s arm and tells him to relax.

“But yes.” Yuna juts her lip out, “It’s girls time.”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Taehyung chuckles, “Right y/n?” “Uh…” you look around the room, you start to feel overwhelmed again. “Yeah…”

“Let’s exchange information.” Jiwoo hands you her phone, “Give her your phone too, Yuna.”

“Right!” Yuna bubbles over with excitement, clapping her hands and smiling brightly.

You put your information in both girls phones and they send you a message, adding you to their group chat.

“Well, we better get going if we want to even wake up for brunch.” Jiwoo says, tugging on Yuna’s hand, making her stand. “Let’s go Yu.”

“See you tomorrow.” Yuna leans in to hug you tightly, “We’re friends now, so please take care of me!” then she is pulling away and heading towards the boys to say goodbye.

The girls leave, Jin and Jungkook follow. They say their goodbyes and head out as well. You and Taehyung close the front door when you notice Jimin has been missing for a while.

“I bet he’s asleep in my room.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “It’s his habit.”

“Shall we sleep out here then?” you motion towards the couch, “But let’s clean up first.”

You and Taehyung spend the next 30 or so minutes cleaning his apartment, picking up trash, throwing away bottles and putting away leftover food. You finally plop down on the sofa, your head landing in Taehyung’s lap.

“Had fun tonight?” Taehyung begins playing with your hair, “You weren’t too overwhelmed…were you? You can tell me.”

“There were some points.” You sigh out, “But honestly I had an amazing time.”

“Good.” Taehyung gets comfortable, laying on his side, urging you to cuddle with him. He big spoons the fuck out of you as you two lay here, you turn to face him and you breathe him in and it relaxes you beyond belief.

“Goodnight Tae.”

~~~~~

You are super nervous…to the point that you barely slept and are now considering canceling brunch. Taehyung tries to encourage you but your mind if foggy with doubt.

“They were probably just being nice.” You try to reason, but Taehyung isn’t having any of it.

“Because they are nice.” He massages your shoulder, “They like you y/n. They’re good people…they want to be your friend.”

“They probably didn’t mean it…inviting me to brunch…” You nibble on your lips and Taehyung frowns at your words.

“Can you trust me? And believe in yourself. You’re amazing baby. See how brunch goes.”

“Okay…” you tug the black, long sleeve shirt over your head. You are wearing shorts and some sandals as well. “Do I look fine?” you look into Taehyung’s eyes through the mirror and he smiles at you.

“Perfect.”

You feel your phone buzzing in your shorts, you pull it out to see you have messages from Yuna and Jiwoo.

Yuna 11:46am

On my way, see you girls at the Café :)

Jiwoo 11:46am

I am also on the way!

“Oh shit, they’re already on the way to the café.” You begin to stress, smoothing your hair down in the mirror.

“Relax baby,” Taehyung continues to massage your shoulders, “The café is a 5 minute walk from here. I’ll take you and drop you off.”

“Thank you…” the your eyes widen. “What will you do while I’m gone?”

“It’s Sunday. Family day.”

“Family day?”

“I go see my parents for a while. I’ll go back to the café to pick you up, don’t worry.” He turns you around and starts kissing all around your face, his way of comforting you. “Have fun today baby.”

“Family day?” you repeat, “Shouldn’t I …go?”

“Don’t worry about it this time my love. Have fun with Yuna and Jiwoo.”

“If you say so…should we get going?”

The walk to the café is short, your sweaty hand in Taehyung’s the entire time. He walks you to the front door of the café and kisses you a million times.

“I’ll pick you up in a few hours.” He kisses the top of your head when a sweet voice cuts in.

“That won’t be necessary! We can do it.” It’s Yuna, she’s walking up to you two with her arm linked with Jiwoo’s. Yuna leaves Jiwoo’s side to run up to you, hugging you tightly, then pulls back and links arms with you. Jiwoo shoo’s Taehyung away, waving him off.

“We got it from here champ.” She says to Taehyung.

“Okay. Okay.” Taehyung smiles at you. “See you later babe.”

The café is to put it simply: adorable. The fairy lights strung up, the cute figures in random places, the art on the walls. Yuna and Jiwoo lead you inside as they giggle about how cute Taehyung is, worrying about you the way he does. You nod along as you eye the place, taking in the cute shop.

“Want us to order for you?” Yuna looks over at you with her big eyes. “Unless you want to practice your Korean?” she smiles.

“Oh no, no. Not yet at least.” You laugh. “Please order for me!”

“What would you like?” Jiwoo looks up at the menu for herself as well. “I’m thinking an Americano.”

“Just a latte.” You say, your eyes scanning the room for a place to sit. “Ah, I will grab us some seats.”

The two girls give you a thumbs up as you head towards a small table near a large window. You take a seat and take out your phone.

y/n 12:14pm

Enjoy time with your parents. Love you.

Taehyung 12:14pm

I will baby. Get off your phone and have fun! Love you more.

You slide your phone into your back pocket and wait for you two new friends. Can you call them that? You hope you can…they seem so nice. Finally, the two girls come back with your drinks. Yuna is wearing a cute, pink dress with white lace and once again Jiwoo is more casual—wearing jeans and a band t shirt.

“Your latte!” Yuna announces their presence, sliding your drink over. “Does it taste good?” She looks at you expectantly. You can’t help but giggle as you bring the hot beverage to your lips.

“It’s good.”

“Yay!” She claps her hands together. “I’m so happy you like it. It can become your usual.” She finally takes a seat across from you, Jiwoo doing the same.

Yuna begins chatting immediately with Jiwoo commenting every now and then. You learn that Jiwoo has more of a dry humor personality and you can see it goes over Yuna’s head most of the time. They have an interesting dynamic, but it’s so cute. You wonder if you can fit in with them.

“And my father wants to set me up with man after man but I just want to date freely.” Yuna puts her head in her hands that rest on the table.

“Your dad sucks.” Jiwoo states plainly. “Do as you wish.” She takes a sip of her Americano.

“You know it’s harder than that. He’s so hard on me.” Yuna juts her bottom lip out in a dramatic pout then she looks over at you. “What are your parents like?”

“Uh…” your eyes find hers and you nibble on your lips. “My dad is actually really chill.”

“And your mom?” Jiwoo asks.

“The opposite of chill?” You tilt your head and the girls begin laughing.

“Ah, we totally understand you!”

“So…” Yuna’s eyes slide of to Jiwoo. “We’ve been wondering…what it was like…to you know, live on an island with a stranger.”

“Yuna.” Jiwoo warns but then she looks to you. “You don’t have to tell us.”

“Ah, I don’t mind.” Your mind beginning to ease at the thought of talking about you and Taehyung. “It was really strange at first.” You admit. “And scary.”

“I bet!!!” Yuna gasps, “What were your first thoughts?”

“First I thought I hooked up with him but when it was nowhere in my memory of going out the night before then I thought I was kidnapped…guess I wasn’t that wrong.” You awkwardly laugh. “He was kind of…rude to me at first.”

“Taehyung?! Rude?!” Yuna asks in disbelief, a hand over her mouth. “I guess he can kind of look a little…intimidating?”

“Looking intimidating…” Jiwoo mumbles, “Doesn’t equal rude, Yuna.”

“Ah, sorry.” Yuna nods her head, “Continue.”

“Well, we didn’t really get along at first but…” you tell them your story. You don’t leave much out as you describe to them what it was like to live with Taehyung, to get along with Taehyung, to become friends with Taehyung, to fall in love with Taehyung. Yuna swoons to herself for more than half the story while Jiwoo smiles every now and then.

“Waking up back in my parent’s house after 8 months was quite the shock.” You tell them, your latte long empty now. “Being without Taehyung was…hard.”

“Of course it was! He’s like the love of your life, don’t you think?” Yuna leans forward, her body language showing you how immersed she is in your love life. “What are you two going to do now?”

“I don’t know.” You admit softly. “Everything is happening so fast.”

“This is so tragic yet so romantic.” Yuna tells you with dreamy eyes before Jiwoo is swatting her arm.

��It isn’t tragic…but it is romantic.” She says with a small blush, the pink on her cheeks making her look adorable.

“Ah well. Thanks for listening to me, I know I went on for a while.”

“It was so fun listening to you.” Yuna smiles and Jiwoo agrees.

“Yeah, usually its Yuna doing most of the talking so it was nice.” She jokes light heartedly.

“Hey!” Yuna whines, “You love my stories, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Jiwoo says with a straight face. “But it’s nice having another friend around, isn’t it?”

“It is! We should make this a regular thing.” Yuna offers with her head nodding frantically like she is loving her own idea so much. “You’ll move here, won’t you?”

And it’s those words that begin to overwhelm you again…you feel your chest tighten and your heart pinch just the slightest.

“Well…” you try to swallow down your anxiety. “I don’t know yet.”

“Imagine all the girls night we can have!” Yuna exclaims excitedly, her hands joining yours across the table.

“Right?” Her big bright eyes make you feel a sense of comfort as you stare at her, then your eyes find Jiwoos and she looks a little concerned for you as she smiles.

“Yuna…” Jiwoo lightly warns, “Didn’t you want to check out the boutique next door for that dress you’ve been waiting for?”

You’re grateful for the subject change, you give Jiwoo a look of gratitude before Yuna is letting go of your hands and clapping them together as she nods her head in agreement.

“Yes! Should we all go?”

The boutique looks…out of your price range. It’s the cutest store you’ve ever been to maybe. The amount of clothes, shoes and accessories the three of you look at is enough to make you feel so broke.

“Oh my god!” Yuna jumps up and down, “We need these!” she points at 3 hair clips, they are sky blue with pink flowers, they look cute and dreamy. Yuna runs off to the front of the store to pay for them while you and Jiwoo wait.

“Sorry if she’s overwhelming you.” Jiwoo mutters quietly before she starts to smile. “Yuna…can be a lot. But she means well. She doesn’t have a lot of friends besides me and Jimin. She can be too much for some people…and girls tend to get jealous easily. I mean, she’s pretty like a doll, isn’t she? And she’s so girly and cutesy and…” she trails off. “I just hope you know she means well and she really likes you.”

“Me?” you point at yourself. “I like her too. A lot.”

“Good.” Jiwoo for the first time gives you a wide, genuine smile. “We hope you want to be our friend.”

“I do…” you start to blush, “Sorry.” You begin to get flustered, your cheeks turning rosy. “I don’t have many friends myself.”

“That’s not true.” Jiwoo says, “You have a lot of friends now.”

“Girls! Girls!” Yuna runs up to you two, “We have to put these on…now!!!” She jingles the bag that holds the clips. “Let’s find a mirror.”

“Yes mam.” Jiwoo salutes towards Yuna and then looks over at your and winks. Yuna runs towards a back wall, looking for the mirrors as you and Jiwoo slowly walk behind her.

“I can share Yuna, I suppose.” Jiwoo whispers.

The girls walk you back to Taehyung’s apartment, they walk you to his front door and each hug you. You had so much fun and you really feel like you made friends. Like you have friends. Your heart is full of love and joy and you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m sure we will see you soon for a group hang out. But the three of us should get together again for a girls night before you leave.” Jiwoo says with a smile.

“Sounds good.” You hug her again, feeling grateful.

“I don’t want to leave you!” Yuna whines, “But alas, you must spend time with your boyfriend now I guess.”

You chuckle at that, waving them off.

You knock on Taehyung’s front door and it quickly opens, his long arms pull you inside and he’s hugging on you tightly.

“I missed you.” He whispers into your hair. “I got the pictures, you look so pretty, so happy. I’m so glad.”

~~~~~~

Monday is here again, you hear humming coming from the living room as you wake up. The sun is low, telling you it’s only now just rising. You slip out of bed and make your way into the living room but stop by the wall, hiding behind it as you observe Taehyung with a small smile.

Taehyung is on his laptop with a notebook besides him as he scribbles down a few words before humming them out and then scratching out the words in frustration. He’s clearly working on one of his songs…you can’t help but feel bad for him that he’s struggling with it so much. You’re about to announce your presence when his phone starts buzzing. He picks it up and groans…his frustrations only worsening. He hesitates but he picks it up, answering in Korean.

You listen as he argues (you assume) with someone on the other line. He goes on for several minutes of him talking then several minutes of him just listening. Then he’s finally speaking again before hanging up. You decide to come into the living room, startling him.

“You’re awake?” He asks, his face losing color. “It’s so early baby, go back to sleep.”

“Who was that?” You sit down next to him, your hand finding his knee. “It sounded heated.”

“It was…” Taehyung hesitates for a moment before coming clean. “It was Hana.”

“Oh.” You nod your head like you understand. “I see.”

“It wasn’t a big deal—”

“Why don’t you block her?”

“y/n…” Taehyung groans, “It isn’t that simple.”

“Why not? Shouldn’t it be?”

“We were friends.” He states, his hand dragging down his tired face. “I can’t just—”

“Exactly. Were.”

“No…” Taehyung looks at you with serious eyes, “We still are. I think. It’s just…it’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“I feel…responsible. Try to see things from her perspective—”

“No thanks.” You reply quickly.

“y/n…” Taehyung looks tired, like he didn’t really sleep all night. Has Hana been contacting him? Texting him? Calling him? “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have slept with her.”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t have.” You bite, “But you did.”

~~~~~~

You receive a text in the group chat from Jimin this Tuesday evening, talking about how he needs to meet for drinks. It’s apparently an emergency.

Jimin 8:09pm

I got my heart broken guys, can we feel bad for me? Let’s meet at the bar at 9. Plllsssss. Love you all, thx <3

You send an “okay” to the group text and you notice Taehyung does the same. The last day has been a bit awkward between you two, a slight tension in the air. He still kissed you goodnight and good morning but his lips don’t linger. He sits on one end of the sofa while you occupy the other.

“I’ll use the bathroom to get ready first.” He announces, standing from his place at the couch. “He says 9…but I bet he’s already there.” Taehyung says, knowing his friend all too well.

“I’ll get ready in your room. I’ll be quick.”

“This does not count as an emergency.” Jungkook deadpans. “You don’t even know her name.”

“You literally call her ‘The bakery girl’” Hobi sighs out with a slight smile. “But okay, what happened?”

“She has a boyfriend.” Jimin slumps his shoulders as he sucks up his cocktail.

“Has that stopped you before?” Yoongi asks with a straight face. “This isn’t new territory for you Jimin.”

“I’m trying to change! You know, be a better person.”

“Jungkook is right, this doesn’t count as an emergency.” Jin laughs, “But we’re already here so.”

“This is an emergency!” Taehyung defends Jimin, “Jimin has been talking about Bakery Girl for like 2 months now, that’s got to be a record for him.”

“Thank you!!!” Jimin smiles at his best friend, “Someone gets it!”

“Sure ain’t me.” Jungkook shrugs.

“I think—” You begin but Jungkook cuts you off.

“Does it really matter what you think?” he asks, clearly bored already.

“Be nice, Jungkook.” Jin warns, “What do you think y/n?”

“I think Jimin should have his night of heart break.” You pull out your phone, “Is it okay if I invite Yuna and Jiwoo?”

“Good idea. The more to distract me the better.” Jimin nods his head.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” Jungkook starts to turn red and you chuckle.

“Yeah, is that okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, whatever.” His eyes slide to the side, his lips in full pout. “Whatever.”

Eventually the girls show up, they join you all at your tables. Jimin animatedly explains his story to the newcomers and you can’t help but sort of laugh every now and then. Jimin is such a sweetheart and you’re wondering how deep his feelings really went.

“Should I get us some drinks?” Taehyung asks. “Like a mixed drink.”

“Sure.” You reply cooly. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung lips set in a firm line as he nods his head and stands from his seat to head to the bar.

“Is everything okay?” Jin leans into your space to ask, “You seem a little tense.”

You tilt your head in Jin’s direction before forcing a smile and nodding your head slowly.

“Everything is fine, don’t worry.”

“We aren’t worried.” Jungkook comments plainly. “But you really do look tense…are you and Tae fighting? Please don’t…please don’t break—”

“Jungkook.” Jin says firmly. “It isn’t our business.”

“Fine.” He huffs out. His eyes finding yours…they are filled with worry if you have ever seen it.

Taehyung shows back up with two drinks in his hands, he hands one to you and starts sipping on his as he sits down next to you.

“How is it?” he asks.

“I haven’t tried it yet.” You mumble lamely, “But I’m sure it’s good.”

Suddenly a new voice cuts in, it’s sweet and smooth and also in Korean. You don’t recognize this voice entirely but when you whip your head up you do recognize the person.

“Oh. Maybe I should speak in English.” She says, her eyes sliding to you. “Sorry.”

“Hana.” Taehyung stands up, “What are you—”

“I see all my friends hanging out…thought I could come say hi?” She waves at everyone around the tables. She’s got two friends behind her that you recognize from the other night.

“Or is that not allowed now?” she slurs. Oh, she’s drunk.

Taehyung steps in her direction, his hand going to her arm as he tries to lead her away but she shoves him off.

“I’m just saying hi to my friends, Taehyung. You included, right? You keep insisting we’re friends so.”

“Hana.” He warns.

You sit here watching the two interact and you feel yourself grow smaller and smaller. Hana smiles at Taehyung before grabbing a chair and joining you all.

“So what are we talking about?” Hana awkwardly smiles, her eyes small and glossy.

“Umm,” Jimin looks between everyone before cracking a small smile, “Girl I had a crush on has a boyfriend. So I’m out here being a sad boy.”

“Ah, okay.” Hana laughs, “Can I join you?”

Taehyung keeps standing, feeling on edge when you finally stand too, urging him to take a seat.

“And I don’t think we have properly met.” Hana faces you, a dark smile creeping on her face. “I’m Hana.”

“y/n. Taehyung’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, right.” She nods her head with her growing smile, “You did introduce yourself last time.”

“Yeah…” you glance over at Taehyung who is already looking at you, worry pooling in his eyes. You lean forward and take your drink and quickly chug it through the tiny straw.

“I’m going to get another drink.” You announce, Taehyung stands with you and you put a hand on his shoulder. “Alone.”

Taehyung lips curve down into a frown and then he sits back down. Accepting defeat. You want to be alone right now? He has to understand this is an awkward situation.

“Okay babe.” He nods towards you, “Be careful.”

You start heading towards the bar, it’s quite lively for being a Tuesday night actually. You wait your turn in line, there is just a few people ahead of you. You finally make it to the bar and ask for a vodka. Just plain vodka. The guy hands you a shot and you down in immediately. You feel so small right now, so frustrated. But this whole thing is ridiculous. Why do you feel like you are competing with a girl of the past? Shouldn’t it not matter? Where did you confidence go?

“You’re a bitch.” You hear that smooth voice say, the same smooth voice you’re trying to rid yourself of.

“Excuse me?” You turn around to see Hana standing here beside you.

“I said, you’re a bitch.” Hana grits her teeth, her glossy eyes shifting from you to the other side of the bar.

“You don’t even know me Hana…” You reply lamely, “Please can you just leave me alone?”

“Why couldn’t it be you who leaves us alone?” Hana spits out, “You already ignored him for so long, made him fucking depressed, ruined him, why even try at this point?”

“This isn’t any of your business.” You decide to say, but your voice is shaky. “Tae and I are fine.”

“But I—” Hana’s face twists into something sad, something heartbreaking. “But I am not fine.” She cries out. Her hand that holds her drink shakes, she looks at you then at her drink when she gets the idea. “You don’t deserve him.” she sniffles. Then she is throwing her drink at you, the contents of the drink pouring all over….Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” Hana stutters out, “What the fuck?”

Jungkook had been watching you, the entire time you left for the bar. And when Hana announced she was going to the bathroom he had a bad feeling. So when he realized Hana’s plan, he rushed to jump in front of you.

“Jungkook?” You’re completely surprised. He’s the last person you thought would come to your rescue.

“Hana.” He says with a low voice. “You don’t know anything. y/n is Taehyung’s girlfriend. Get over it.”

“Wow, Jungkook.” Hana scoffs, “Who’s side are you on—”

“y/n’s.” he states plainly, like it’s so fucking obvious. “She’s my friend.”

Your hand goes to your heart as you listen to him, this is really a shock.

“You guys…you guys don’t get it.” Hana starts crying, her tears leaving her eyes. “I like him so much…but then he just…disappeared and all the sudden he has…” her puffy eyes find yours. “You? But you didn’t even want anything to do with him!” she yells out, “You abandoned him! And who did he turn to…me!” she cries.

“Hana, you need to leave.” Jungkook says calmly, his shirt completely soaked. People are starting to gather around you three. “Now.”

“Unbelievable.” Hana chokes on her word, “Can’t you see things from my side?” She’s asking you now, begging you now.

You are stuck. You look between Jungkook and Hana and all the people gathering and you feel yourself continue to grow smaller and smaller.

Then you hear your name being called out over and over. A loud, deep, booming voice. Your shoulder is being shaken, your jaw is being cupped. Your hands are being covered with his hands. Taehyung.

“y/n! Are you okay?” His eyes try to find yours but you keep looking at Hana. She’s right and you know it. Hana has had no closure, she was strung along for so long and the guy she likes all the sudden has someone new but that someone ‘abandoned’ him. And he turned to her.

“y/n?” Taehyung calls for you desperately. “Are you okay?”

Finally, you break contact with Hana to start to slowly nod your head as your eyes find Taehyungs. He looks overly worried, overly anxious and overly panicked.

“I’m fine. Jungkook took the blow, not me.” You gesture towards the soaked Jungkook.

“Yeah, why aren’t you cupping my jaw. Hm?” Jungkook jokes. “They should talk though, don’t you think y/n?”

“Yeah.” You agree. You turn to face Taehyung. “End this Taehyung.” You say sternly before grabbing onto Jungkook’s arm and leading him out the back.

You and Jungkook make it out to the outside area of the bar. You take a seat on a bench and exhale a long, shaky breath. One you didn’t realize you had been holding in.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook takes a seat next to you.

“Me? Are you okay?” You glance at his wet state, immediately feeling guilt bubble over.

“I’m fine.” Jungkook chuckles. “I am starting to feel a bit sticky though.”

“I am so sorry.” You groan, your head falling into your hands. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s really not.” Jungkook looks down at his feet. “Hana went too far to come here.”

“But still I—”

“It’s really not your fault.” Jungkook sighs, “I’m glad you aren’t hurt though.”

This piques your interest, Jungkook has been so stubborn this whole time…like small child but when the moment counted he was really there for you.

“Why did you help me?”

“I like you.” Then his eyes widen and he starts shaking his hands in front of him, his face going red. “N-Not like that!” he assures you. “I just mean…you’re cool. Cooler than I thought you would be. And I can see how happy you make Tae. I’m sorry I was so…you know.” He runs his fingers through his messy hair. “I just wanted to be sure you were serious about Tae. And you are. Right?”

“I am.” You say, breathing out roughly. “But this whole Hana thing took things a little…”

“I know. But please. Please don’t break up with him because of her.” Jungkook looks over at you, his big doe eyes pleading you to say you won’t.

“I…I don’t want to break up with him.” you tell Jungkook, “But this whole trip is making me realize we have a lot to work through.” You admit, “Mostly me.”

“Yeah….”

“Hey!” You bump his shoulder with yours, “You didn’t have to agree so quickly.” You start laughing and he joins you.

“Sorry, sorry.” He throws his hands up. “But really, Hana is the least of your worries.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. But I do wonder how things are going on their side…”

“Me too.” You start to feel anxious now. “I told him to end it but maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It was the heat of the moment.” Jungkook tries to comfort you, “He understands.”

“Does he?” you begin nibbling on your lips. “Does he?”

Jungkook nods his head and brings his hand to your shoulder.

“Taehyung doesn’t love her. He loves you. He made a mistake a few months ago.”

“Yeah he slept with her.”

“Well he also told her that he…” Jungkook stops talking when he realizes you don’t know. “Fuck, never mind.”

“Told her what?” You ask, raising a brow. What did Taehyung tell her?

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⚠️NSFW⚠️: Kaeya x Female Reader

🚼Minors DNI🚼

You just got a job at the Angel's Share Tavern. Things were going smoothly, good pay, and a nice social atmosphere.

Included: consensual sex, fingering, praise, kaeya fucks you bc he's just that hot

You were preparing to close up the Tavern and head home, that is, until a stranger walked in just as you were about to leave.

He wore an eyepatch and had dark blue hair that fell below his shoulders; he looked like a muse, fresh out of a painting.

"Am I too late?" He asked, though showing no attempt to leave regardless of your answer.

"Yes, you are. No one's left to serve you, so you can leave too." You exclaimed, hoping he would notice your stern tone and make do.

"I haven't seen you around here, lately. Are you new?"

"No." A quick reply, also a quick lie. This was truly your first week on the job. And he, he was your first insolent customer.

"You're definitely new. I doubt Diluc would approve of your glass-washing skills." He bantered, reaching over your shoulder to grab the half-washed cup, an unknown stain decorating the rim.

"This is my job. And my job right now, is to escort you out. So please, whatever-your-name-is, leave." You pointed at the door, gesturing the mystery man to exit.

"It's Kaeya. Calvary Captain Kaeya, at your service, my lady." He got on his knee, looking up at you with a cheeky smirk. If he didn't piss you off before, he certainly did now. His high and mighty attitude, the fact he knows he's pretty.

"If you want to be of my service then leave."

"Or I could provide you with this service." And just like that he had you pinned against the wall, his dark eyes piercing into your own. You felt your legs getting weak as your cheeks flushed into a bright red. "I'll admit it, in these short 20 minutes I've taken quite the liking to you."

You said nothing. What an embarrassing situation.. Yet you couldn't describe the pounding in your heart. This heat building up in your abdomen as lust crept her way up your spine.

"Do I hear any objection?" He gazed onto you, looking up and down, as his head spun with ideas as to how he could you make you scream him name.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward into his embrace. Chest to chest, the two of you exchanged a passionate kiss, hands busy exploring each other's new territories. Then, you pulled away.

"Y/N." You said, "That's my name." A thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to yours as he stared at you in pure bliss.

"Okay Y/N, nice to meet you. I'm Kaeya, now please get onto the counter." He jeered, clearing off the counter as he began removing his clothes.

You did as you were told, taking off your uniform in the process. Your hands grasped onto the other side of the counter as you directed your crotch infront of Kaeya, practically on display waiting for him to fuck the life out of you.

"Now look who's in control. So eager to listen to me, isnt that right, Y/N?" He plunged 2 fingers into your pussy, curling them upwards and watching carefully for your responses to each motion. Thrusting in and out, until he found the right spot: the spot that almost pushed you towards the edge.

You moaned in anticipated, riding his fingers as you desperate tried to reach for your high, when you suddenly felt empty inside.

"I don't think so. You'll save your cum for my dick, won't you princess?" He stuck his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste your juices as he aligned himself up with your entrance. "What a view." He hummed to himself, before harshly slamming into you.

Your back arched in pleasure, head thrown back at all this sudden feeling. He reached his hand out onto your exposed breast, massaging it as his free hand was placed onto your back allowing him to put more force into each thrust, slamming you down onto his cock. The once lively Tavern filled with the sound of skin slapping onto skin. Grunts and moans the only sound heard in a room the was the previous home of bustling coversations. Kaeya moved his hand down to your clit, rubbing circles over it at an inhumane speed. "Do you want to cum, princess? Are you close for me?"

You nodded your head in response, whining out his name, grinding back onto him, chasing that release. Until Kaeya began slowing down. "Say it baby. Tell me how much you want me to me make you cum. I know you can say it Y/N." He whispered into your ear, coming to a complete stop, leaning onto your next words.

"Please Kaeya. I want to cum so bad, make me cum please. Please."

"Your wish is my command" So he continued his pace, fucking you like a dog as if it were his last day on Earth. "You're so tight for me, you must really love me. So, show me how much you love me."

His words seemed to put a spell on you. Because in that instant, you came all over his dick. Legs trembling as your orgasm flooded throughout your body.

"Good girl, you took me in so well. You did so well." He cooed, pulling out and releasing all his cum onto your ass. "Such a pretty girl."

You panted, coming back down to Earth again. That just happened. You fucked a stranger, in your workplace of barely a week, and left sweat and who knows what other liquids onto your boss's counter. However, you weren't one to dwell on the future. As for now, you just wanted to be in the embrace of Kaeya, listening to the praise and sweet nothings he mumbled into your ear as you both sat on the floor, exhausted.

#genshin smut #kaeya smut #genshin lemon #genshin impact #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya x reader #genshin impact smut

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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They Just Don't Know You

Soft Yandere! Seo Moon-Jo x F! Reader

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: A 2nd longer fic for our lovely cannibalistic psychopath. I hate that I'm attracted to him. Someone please be my therapist. Or psychiatrist. Honestly doesn't matter. My brain is fucked anyway.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 16+ and written for female reader, but all can read. (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Except that I've mentioned reader is short, cuz LDW is tall 🥰. There is a brief mention of sex, but no actual smut. Reader kinda highkey hates on her parents and younger sister. Read it to know. Age gap between reader and Moon-Jo. Slight obsessive thoughts. Manipulative words. I tried to put plot twist in the end, probably you won't notice it 💀. Please please tell me if I need to add more warnings. Do not read if you start to feel uncomfortable. I apologize in advance 🥺

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Pre-Requisite / Summary: Just a fic based on the song They Just Don't Know You by Little Mix. After watching Strangers from hell I related this song to him for some reason. Reader and Moon-Jo are in an established relationship. And reader's loved ones don't approve.

2.3k ish words My longest fic till date 🥳

" You know that he's too old for you. You can settle for younger, much younger guys for your age sweetheart. If you can't find anyone eligible enough, we will find one for you. And you don't even know if he has intentions of marrying you. What if all he wants is just a fling or some time pass relationship. Hmm? What are you going to do then? "

Sipping her tea silently, Y/N sat next to her dad on the porch swing, listening to all the criticisms he had about Moon-Jo. All his words did was boil her blood. But what could she do when they don't walk in her shoes? They don't know how safe and content she feels when he kisses her like she's the only girl for him in the entire universe. And no point in explaining that to her father anyway. She's tried. And failed. Multiple times.

"Are you done with your tea?" She asks her dad, in desperate attempt to try and get away from him and his words because she knows, and even he knows that it's going to end up in a fight if they continue to speak on the same topic.

Humming yes, he hands her his tea cup which she takes to the kitchen so she can help her mom with dinner. Placing them in the sink upon entering the kitchen, Y/N drags her palms down her face in frustration.

" I could hear what he said you know. Your dad. He's not wrong. Seo Moon-Jo seems like he'll break your heart in three. And we're only looking out for you Y/N. You don't have to go through heartbreak when you can very well avoid it." Her mom finished slowly.

" Why. Why is it so difficult for you to accept the fact that I'm actually in a happy relationship for once in my life. So what if he's much older than I am? He's a dentist. A doctor. A very good profession and he's known and well respected in his neighbourhood too. " Y/N said loud enough for her dad also to hear.

Huffing in annoyance she left the kitchen to go upstairs to her room. Or rather the room she shares with her sister. Of course the door is wide open. The younger rascal is always here for the drama.

Ever since Y/N came out to her family about her relationship with Moon-Jo, her sister has become the favourite child, for obvious reasons. And now eavesdropping with the door wide open? That's a new low. But what else can Y/N expect from such a low life who is literally thriving off her own sister's pain and suffering.

When entering the room, Y/N realizes how big a mistake it was to visit her family. And she did not need such snark from a younger, less experienced child.

"Are you that blinded by " Love " that you don't even see how weird his hair is? A man who isn't an idol or actor doesn't need such long hair. He's clearly a fuckboy. Or man whore. Whichever is right. " She said with disgust.

'She's just jealous. She's just a jealous bitch. They all are.' Y/N thinks to herself.

" At least one of us gets laid regularly. And just so you know, it's absolutely heavenly when he makes me cum over and over on his fingers and his dick-" Y/N said as her tone slowly got lower and darker and her emotion angrier.

Screaming and covering her ears, the younger girl ran downstairs to her mother, no doubt to tattle on her older sister. Rolling her eyes, Y/N started packing her things, all of them, in a bag she took down from the top shelf of the wardrobe.

It's really difficult to leave one's family, but it is clearly getting more and more tiresome to love them nowadays. If it's so wrong to date him, why does Y/N herself not see it? She's a logical and smart young lady. Does her family hate that man so much that they don't even want her to be happy? No matter who she's with. And is it so bad to date a man who's older? Richer? And cares more about her than all of her family members combined?

Wiping the fallen tear stains from her cheek, she just thinks to herself ' They just don't know him. They just don't know him like I do. '

Sending a text to her lover, saying that she misses him and that she's coming back home sooner than planned, Y/N carries her bag through the front door, her parents and sister ignoring her as she leaves and walks out that door one final time.

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Once reaching their shared apartment, Y/N collapsed into her lover's arms the moment he opens the door, crying her eyes out. Seeing his lover in turmoil, shedding a tear or two of his own, Moon-Jo carries her to the living room couch to cradle her like a child who needs attention.

" They- They said -"

" Shh my darling. I know. " Moon-Jo said, shushing his girlfriend and giving her a shoulder to cry on. Once she's calmed a little, her sobs turning to sniffs, she lifts her head to meet his gaze.

Seeing her sad, tear stained eyes always upset him. More than anything in the world. Running his long slender fingers across her cheeks and jaw, he removes her hair from her ponytail with his free hand and rests it on her thigh.

" Tell me. Please tell me that you won't break my heart like them. That you won't try to tear my world apart like them. " Y/N looked desperately at him, wanting so badly to know that he's not just using her.

Those words, that slipped out her mouth, shocked Moon-Jo, to say the least. What did he do wrong? What did her family fill her head with?

Tilting his head to a little, he looks into her red eyes, trying to read her mind for a moment, all the while she just looked at him with the same desperate expression.

"Please tell me that you will be there when I need you the most. " Y/N whispered so softly, she herself barely heard it. But the end of the sentence, she started crying all over again.

Taking her head to his neck, he stroked her hair and her sides, trying to calm her down.

" Darling. I promise with my everything, that I will never leave you, I will never ever let you go. That I will do anything, anything necessary to prove my love to you. "

"No, oh dear no. That's not, you don't have- have to do anything at all to make me believe you love me. I'm sorry I asked such a stupid question. " She sobbed out.

Shushing her softly again, he rocks their bodies back and forth, till she's calmed and fallen asleep there, in his arms. Knowing that his arms are her only safe place for her from now on, he takes her delicate figure to the bedroom.

Placing her on her side of the bed, he lays down on his. Staring at her stunning face, he feather touches her face with his fingertips, memorizing every curve, every little detail on her, like a sculptor admiring his work and giving it the finishing touches.

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" So, I did a little digging on your sugar daddy. "

" Why?! And he's not my sugar daddy. " Y/N said in disbelief. No. Not her dear best friend too.

" I know you said not to and I'm sorry. But I am worried about you. He made you leave your family Y/N. " They stated with worry and sympathy.

" No. He didn't make me leave them. I left them by choice. They don't see him like I do. And clearly, they hate that I'm happy with him. " Y/N finished as they sat down at the lunch table.

" Y/N..... "

" What? Even you don't want me to be happy? " She questioned her friend in disbelief. Laughing sarcastically Y/N shook her head.

" I've heard rumours! Okay? He was in the orphanage that had that severe fire explosion. And most of the culprits from that incident are MIA. What if he's one of the people who caused it?! " They said in a whisper, worried that the neighbouring people can hear their conversation.

" Do you really think that? All of that is just a rumour. And he's told me about it. He's told me everything. Unlike my parents who so desperately tried to tie me down to an arranged marriage. "

" He's not good for you. I know you deserve better. Okay he may make happy and all but what if he leaves? What if he just uses you and drops you like you were nothing? We're just trying to make sure you don't get hurt Y/N. Physically and emotionally. " They finished.

" This, all what you said, is cheap talk. But it'll eventually wear down because when we get married and have kids and all that in the future, you're all going to look like fools. And I will proudly say ' I told you so '. "

" If that's the case then I am the happiest person for you. Hopefully I won't have to be the one to say ' I told you so'. "

" Wow. I, just- hah. Wow. Just wow. " She paused.

" You know, I really hoped you would be more supportive or at least tolerant enough to have patience and support me with my decision for my love. " Y/N said loud enough for eavesdroppers to hear audibly.

Of all the people she would have to drop, never even in her nightmares had she fathomed that her best friend would be one.

Getting up from the table, she picks up her bag and leaves without another word, and goes to the only place that has love for her and that accepts her.

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Reaching home, Y/N notices the place empty. Maybe he's at the clinic?

Shrugging off her bag and jacket she sits on the couch for a moment, before her restlessness takes over and she begins pacing in the living room.

Why are people being like this? Do they hate her so much? They barely know him. Why are they treating and accusing him to be such a criminal! He's not. He takes care of Y/N so much. He loves her so much. He provides for her. He's affectionate with her, more than he's told he thought capable. He's become her ride or die. And she, his.

They don't know him like I do. They will never love me like he does.

They don't know about the love they have. The just see what they want to see. Bloody society dictating whom to love and whom to not. Is it so hard to see the love they have for each other? Can't they just let it be. They don't know the turmoil she's gone through recently; they don't know how well he's taken care of her, kept her happy and same enough to not let her intrusive thoughts get the best of her.

Her thoughts interrupted by the door clicking open. Smiling, Moon-Jo enters with a box, surely containing sweets from her favourite bakery. How can you not love someone so considerate, who does things for you without even having to ask.

Seeing the sad look upon his lover's face, Moon-Jo's smile fades into a frown.

" What's wrong my dear? "

Smiling sadly Y/N just shakes her head, conveying that she doesn't want to talk about it.

Placing the box of sweets on the coffee table, the two hug each other, feeling of comfort taking over them both. She can just stay here, forever, in his arms till the world ends.

" Babe. What's wrong? You can tell me anything. Anything at all. I'll take care of the problem. " Delicately Moon-Jo cradles Y/N's head in his palms, making her face up to him, their height difference evident.

Sighing, she moves to sit on the couch, motioning him to do the same. " It's just people. And what they say. My family was one thing, but my best friend, the person I chose as my family " Pausing Y/N breathers the tears back in, " They were doubtful of you today. How can I live knowing that no one will approve of us? " Y/N questioned looking at him.

" Does their opinion really matter that much? So much so that you are skeptical of my affection to you? " Coldly, he moved back from his seat on the couch.

" No! No. Gosh that is not what I mean. Not at all. I love you and I know that you love me. So much. So much so I would die for you. But there are other people whom I care about. Who's opinions matter to me. And I don't want to let them go. As happy as I am with you, I need them too. They give me joy in a different way, that is important. "

" Do I not make you happy? Are you not content with the love I give you? Is it not enough? " He asks carefully.

" That's not what I meant! You love me more than anyone I've known. "

"Then what's the problem? You don't need those people who don't love you. You have me. You will have me forever and ever. I will never leave you. And you will never leave me either. We'll be with each other till the end of the world darling. "

Nodding with a small smile you looked down at your feet.

Unhappy with your action, Moon-Jo pulls your face up by your chin to look at him with such force, it scared you a little, making your heart skip a beat in fear.

" Do you not love me, babe? " He asked tilting his head to a side, his expression mildly offended.

" I do! I love you. So much. " You finished with a soft tone, cupping his face with your hands.

Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Moon-Jo leaned down to capture your lips with his. Reacting immediately, you kissed him with as much energy and sincerity you could muster, as you head filled with thoughts of doubt.

Had your parents been right? Had for friend been right? Had they all been right all along and you too blind to see?

No. It can't be. He loves you. He's said that so many times. And you love him.

You love him.

You.

Love.

Him.

...

Do you love him, or have you been illusioned into loving him?

#lee dong wook #lee dong wook imagine #lee dong wook x reader #ldw #strangers from hell #strangers from hell x reader #hell is other people #seo moon jo #seo moon jo x reader #seo moon jo imagine #seo moon jo x f!reader #yandere seo moon jo

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mianavs · 3 years

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the assault

In Lima with You part 4

a/n: this marks the beginning of the end for this story. like previous parts in this story and it’s predecessor, there’s some messed up stuff going on in this part.

tw: non-con, dark content, nsfw, violence

wc: 1.7k+

In Lima with You

You had been scrubbing for a good thirty minutes, yet the bright red from the tomato sauce you’d spilled on your living room carpet was still there.

Glaring at you

Mocking you

Wiping off the beads of sweat that trickled down your brow with the back of your hand, you ran the scrubby through the bucket of soapy water that was now a milky salmon color. After wringing the scrubby of the excess liquid, you went back to scrubbing that spot while ignoring the growing ache in your fingers and the knot in your neck.

It’d been a careless mistake, spilling your spaghetti while your mind had been elsewhere—a common occurrence since the night your fragile world fell apart when Dabi walked out on you.

Almost as careless as the mistake of letting your captor into your heart where he left a mark that spread until it encompassed the entire thing.

A mistake you were now paying the price for, on your hands and knees trying to scrub the mark stain away only to realize it had spread in spite of your efforts.

You fell back on your haunches and threw the scrubby into the bucket. It had been five days since you’d last seen Dabi, and you were starting to lose it.

Every time you heard footsteps outside of your front door, you would rush over and swing it open only to face nothing or a bewildered stranger. The room that had once suffocated you with warmth was now frigid and made it difficult for you to fall asleep in. Your mornings started with you waking from a nightmare that almost always involved Dabi’s death. While at the beginning of his absence you could still go about your day cooking, cleaning, or engaging in a hobby, you eventually spiraled into a depression that made it hard for you to even get out of bed.

Not only was Dabi the death-sentenced protagonist of your nightmares but he was also on your mind all day. His face during your last argument was one that had been burned into your memory. You could still see the blank look that flashed in his cerulean eyes, the twitch of his mutilated mouth, and then the shock that seeped from every pore in his body as he staggered away from your enraged form.

You’d been the one wronged that day, yet Dabi was the one that fled, leaving you with an all-consuming guilt. It didn’t make sense but then again neither did the overwhelming pain festering away in your heart the more time passed without seeing him, touching him, loving him.

Love. It was a ridiculous notion when you thought about it.

Dabi had been the monster that kidnapped you. He’d broken you down physically and mentally to mold you into the obedient darling you now were, but even with the plethora of scars all over your body, you couldn’t help but feel empty without him. Even with the door unlocked and nothing chaining you down to your shared condo, you would leave only to roam around the city for a couple of minutes before a panic seized your entire body; It was that suffocating panic that forced you back home to the comfort of your bed that still smelled of Dabi’s musk and smoke.

You loved Dabi.

You needed Dabi.

So as you dumped the soapy water down the kitchen sink and washed out the bucket, you mulled over your options in tracking Dabi down to tell him how you felt. Then just as you were putting the bucket away, the muffled sound of footsteps captured your attention and you dashed to the front door on impulse.

Where a scarred face with a wicked grin should have greeted you, there was only a red winged man with astonished eyes.

“Y/N,” Keigo breathed. “You’re really here.”

You looked behind him, searching for the man you actually wanted to see. When it was clear he wasn’t there, you turned to your former friend.

“Where else would I be?” You asked before stepping aside to let him in.

“I assumed you’d be with the League,” He answered amusedly, walking in while you shut the door behind him. “But I guess this was a no ex-heroes type of mission.”

“Where’s Dabi?” The question burst from your lips before you could think it through.

Keigo’s smile faltered at your desperate inquiry, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Last I heard they were two cities away wreaking havoc in true League fashion.”

You raised an eyebrow at his mocking tone. “Sounds like you don’t approve of the mission.”

Keigo laughed at that and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. “How about we drop the act, Y/N. It’s just you and me. Dabi isn’t here to punish you.”

His eyes traveled to a fading scar on your forearm before returning to your face. “We both know that what they’re doing is wrong.”

A bitter laugh tore from your throat as you approached him. “So the HPSC selling me for some intel is right? Them drugging me and sending me off to an orphanage is right? How about them trying to sabotage my career? Does all of that seem right to you, Keigo?!”

You were now in front of him, and he had the decency to appear sheepish after your rant. He averted his gaze and said nothing while you let out an exasperated sigh and ran your fingers through your hair.

“Don’t give me that right or wrong crap.” You retorted when your anger simmered. “Hero society deemed me a villain before giving me a chance to prove myself. I won’t stand in the League’s way if they want to bring it down.”

Keigo’s hand shot out and wrapped around your elbow, fingers pressing into one of your scars. You tried shaking him off but Keigo didn’t relent.

“What about the thousands of innocent civilian lives that will be ruined because of them? Will you also stand aside when they’re screaming for their lives?”

His golden eyes bore into yours and memories of a certain mission hit you like a ton of bricks. You remembered the room full of children that you’d saved with Keigo, and for the first time in weeks, you hesitated in defending Dabi and the League’s actions.

“We’re targeting the heroes and the HPSC, not civilians.” You reasoned, wrenching your arm from his grasp.

“We’re?” Keigo sneered, backing you against a wall. “Are you serious?”

At his aggressiveness, the alarms in your head went off but indignation muffled them. You jutted out your chin defiantly. “Yeah, I am. As long as Dabi remains in the League, I will too because... I-I love him and tha—”

Keigo smashed his lips against yours and took hold of your hands before pinning them above your head. Unlike the first kiss he stole from you, this one was harsh and meant to punish. He claimed your mouth with his invading tongue while you wrestled against his bruising grip. It wasn’t until you realized he wouldn’t let up that you bit down on his tongue until he hissed in pain and released you with a curse.

With the metallic taste of Keigo’s blood in your mouth, you tried recovering your breath only to hear a harsh thump that was immediately followed by pulsating pain on the side of your head. You doubled over from the sheer force of Keigo’s blow that left you debilitated and vulnerable.

And that was exactly what Keigo wanted.

In your stupor, you were picked up like a ragdoll and thrown onto your bed, landing face down on a pillow. The sudden motion only worsened what you assumed was a concussion. As a sharp ringing assaulted your ears, all you could do was grip the sheets beneath you in a weak attempt to stop the room from turning.

So when rough hands pulled off your shorts and ripped off your flimsy lace panties, you were too busy burrowing your spinning head in a pillow and swallowing bile to put up a fight. The severity of the situation finally registered with you when you felt the bed dip and rough hands lift your waist until you were on your knees.

By the time your body reacted, it was too late. Keigo pressed you into the mattress with your hands pinned behind your back as he settled between your legs and spread them open with his body.

His cockhead prodded at your entrance a couple of times before he forced it into your dry cunt in one harsh thrust. Horrified and unprepared, you screamed into the pillow that still smelled of Dabi while Keigo violently took you from behind like an animal.

Pain was all you knew throughout Keigo’s assault. It pulsated in your head until it felt like your skull was being split in half. It coursed through your arms that were pushed together and pressed into your back. It ripped through your cunt as Keigo’s cock rammed into you without mercy.

Concussed, restrained, and without your quirk and voice, all you could do was lie there and wait for your body to produce the slick you oh-so desperately needed to ease the ache in your cunt.

Without changing the pace of his hips, Keigo leaned over you and grunted into your ear.

“Don’t you get it, Y/N? I’m doing this because I love you and right now you’re sick. That so-called love you feel for that bastard is a disease. You have Stockholm Syndrome and I’m gonna cure you with each load I shoot up your womb.”

He let out a chuckle and licked the shell of your earlobe, causing bile to surge up your throat. Unable to swallow it down any longer, you used all the strength you could muster to jerk your head over the bed’s edge.

As you regurgitated that day’s lunch, Keigo’s thrusts ceased and he released you with a disgusted grunt.

“Rude bitch,” he growled, pulling you by your hair and pressing his torso against your body. “I tell you I love you and that’s how you react?”

Keigo shoved your face into the mattress and you writhed beneath his weight and grip as your lungs were depleted of oxygen. When your limbs went limp against the bed and black specks stained your vision, the last thing you heard was Keigo’s honeyed words delivering your sentence for falling for your captor.

“Guess I’ll have to take you away from him for you to be cured.”

#hawks x reader #dabi x reader #hawks smut #mha smut #yandere hawks #yandere mha #dabi x reader x hawks #dabi fanfic #mha fanfic #tw noncon #tw dark content #tw violence #navs.mha #navs.ilwy

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syndxlla · 3 years

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Part nine of the More to Love series

Summary: Plans for the ball are in full swing, the concealment of your relationship with the knight dwindles and you make a deal with one another that leads to both of you learning a new and valuable skill

Word Count: 8.9k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: SMUT (oral sex F receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms), swearing, mentions of wounds

Author’s Note: and we’re back to your regularly scheduled royalty and princesscore writings. this chapter is very chill honestly, but i still really enjoyed writing it! there’s also the introduction of THE DRESS. y’all this dress is insane you really aren’t ready i am OBSESSED with this dress.

Part eight

“Are you listening, Princess?” You hadn’t even realized you had zoned out. Your cheek was bright red from resting against your palm, and your eyes had glazed over with boredom. You hoped you didn’t look too uninterested, but considering the literal Queen of Mandalore looked down at you with folded arms and one arched eyebrow, you were less than confident that you looked engrossed in the conversation.

The Queen, Lady Reeves and yourself have been inside a yellow-themed parlor all morning discussing plans for the ball. Your Knight stood patiently by the door, overseeing the entire meeting. You wore a long sleeve dress that was too hot for the summer sun, which was slowly drying out the mud and puddles from then two-day long rainstorm that no one predicted. You spent the entire day yesterday pretending to rest from the exhausting day previous, but you were really hiding your arm from everyone else. You tried to argue with Koska that a long sleeve in the middle of summer would look for more suspicious than a simple bandage on your bicep, but she disagreed to say the least. The Knight stopped limping this morning, although you were convinced he was just faking it for good measure. If others knew he was injured, it could raise suspicion that you were too. You also think he didn’t want you to worry about him. The stab wound really wasn’t that deep, but you knew it had to have hurt more than he was showing. You thought he should take a few days off to rest his leg and to really spend time with his son, but he refused to.

You look up from your emotionless stare out the window, which showed the sea in the distance. The ocean was so different here compared to what it’s like in Corellia. There are sandy beaches and the water’s warm, whereas back home, it’s often frozen over, and is lined with rocky fjords and coves. You wanted to go down to one of those beaches soon if you could. They looked relaxing and much more intruiging than a wordy meeting that you stopped listening in on Lord knows when.

“Sorry, I just… zoned out for a minute.” You clear your throat, looking up at the ginger above you. You bat your eyelashes, trying do play off innocent and truthful. She shrugged, and turned around to pull something out of Koska’s hands.

“I was saying that now that we have the food and decor arranged for the ball, we can talk about the important things.” She says as she whips around for the big reveal that you weren’t expecting: iher arms was the most extravagant, fluffy gown you had ever seen. It was a soft rose gold, the skirt was huge and round, tulle pillowing out from the bodice which had clearly been hand-beaded by nimble fingers to have five-pedaled flowers with curly vines growing out of them. There was a soft sweet-heart neckline, the lace and beading of the bodice came up past the structure to overlap where your skin would be, The sleeves were off the shoulder, which was common for Mandalorian summer gowns. The skirt had a soft hint of sparkles and real diamonds had been sewn into the centers of each flower along the gown.

You perked up as you saw the ornament, your attention being drawn from the crashing waves of the ocean to the prettiest dress you had ever seen. You think you sighed, but you weren’t really sure. Dresses have always been a part of your life, designers from all over the world would send you their best sets, and it’s rare for you to wear the same gown more than once. This isn’t the first time you had been presented with a dress that costed more than some of the houses in the kingdom, but there was something different about it. It had a special glow to it, unlike anything you had ever seen.

“Her Radiance Ahsoka brought it, it’s a wedding gift from the Woodland elves.” Koska speaks up when she sees your reaction. Both her and the Queen were amused at your childlike awe. “That’s why it has that shimmer, they used silk spinners and gold.”

“I… I can’t accept this.” You wanted to, but you were desperately trying to be humble and calm in this situation. The dresses never meant that much to you, it’s just a piece of clothing. You have always been far more into the politics that came with royalty, not the fashion, so this was a first.

“Well of course you can.” The queen chuckled, “It would be rude not to.” You wished you could tell her that wearing such an extravagance would feel in vain because you did not feel affection towards the person you’ll be wearing it for. However, you supposed she was right, it would be rude to turn down a gift from the literal elves. You stand up from where you sat, walking over the dress that took your breath away. You wondered what the Knight thought of it, and you turn around to look at him. You know that he wouldn’t show any type of reaction over this thing, especially if the Queen is watching, but you wanted to show him that you were thinking of him. You smiled, raising your eyebrows to really show how beautiful you thought the gown was, you’ll get to talk about it with him later. This is the second time Koska see’s something like this between the two of you, and she first looks at you, and the knight, raising a sharp eyebrow.

You place your hand over the fabric, running your palm over it. You did nothing to deserve this, but you were honored that it’s yours. “It’s like a faerie’s dress.” You sigh. “It’s wonderful, when can I thank her Radiance?”

“She’s out and about, she usually meditates in the gardens on sunny days, I can retrieve her, if you’d like.” Koska speaks up.

“Oh that’s alright, I’ll find her eventually.” You smile.

“Interesting that you brought up the fae…” The Queen brings up, “Allow me to ask, it is your engagement ball, is there anything specific you would like to have incorporated?” A few days ago, you would have had no answer, because a few days ago there was nothing about Mandalore worth it to you. However, things have changed. You’ve spent sleepless nights thinking about the boy in the beskar armor, and you would give anything to dance with him at that ball. You knew damn well that if you asked nicely, and maybe gave him head in return, he would do almost anything you asked. He would happily dance with you alone in the room after the events of the night, although you weren’t even sure if he knew how to dance. You did want to waltz with him, but not in that way.

So, last night you stayed up late, laying on your back with the balcony doors just cracked open to let in the smell fo fresh rain and a cool breeze into the hot room, thinking about him. You especially thought about the soft skin of his thighs and the way he shuddered when you raked your fingernails down his abdomen. But you also thought about how you could dance with him at the ball, where everyone could see. You knew that you would be dancing with far more people than Korkie, it would be many people’s last (and only) chance to dance with you before you’re married, and so you’re expected to give everyone the opportunity and attention they desired. It wasn’t your favorite thing you’d have to do, especially considering you would be dancing with a number of complete strangers and total creeps of Viziers, Grand Dukes and old viscounts who would probably whisper dirty things in your ear. And that is part of why you wanted this one thing for yourself so badly.

Dancing with a mysterious stranger wouldn’t be a problem. You wanted to share your affection towards him, and you especially wanted him to see you in your true element of balls and parties and gowns and tiaras. You knew it was risky, especially considering you can hardly control yourself around him, who knows what the crowd may be whispering as you dreamily look up at him. But after having to move and change your entire life, marry a man you resent in a kingdom that goes against everything you’ve ever believed in, you owe yourself this one thing. Just this one.

However, dancing with a literal knight would be far too suspicious and obnoxious for the biggest event in the western part of the world. And you knew that he would never remove his helmet, even if his life depended on it. It would be no easy feat to convince him to do something like that in such little time, but that’s when you got the best idea to have possibly ever cross your mind.

When you were just a little girl, your nursery caretaker would sit you on her lap when you had droopy, tired eyes, and read you a story. You can’t remember what it was called, it’s been so long since you heard it, but it was your favorite. It was the tale of the masquerade ball where the young peasant girl fell in love with the handsome magician. You were always drawn into it, because you once hoped you would fall in love with a mysterious and handsome man, too.The point of the story was that she never saw his face, as they both had on extravagant swan masks covering their eyes. If everyone had their face covered, it wouldn’t look suspicious if he did, too. You knew it would be a big thing to ask, and he may not even agree to it if the Queen approves of the short-noticed theme, but you wanted to live at least one night as the young peasant girl.

“Yes, actually.” You began to reply, “I would love for my engagement ball to be a masquerade.” You made sure to add in the ‘my’ to reinstate that it is for you. The Queen stopped to consider what you asked, and Koska looked suprised. It’s rare for anyone to ask the Queen for something like that out flat. But, she was the one who brought it up.

The Queen made you wait in suspense for her answer, and every fiber of your being wanted to turn around and wink at the knight to let him know that you asked for him, but even you, the naive princess, knew that you needed to be more careful with sharing your memories with him when others are around. “I suppose we could arrange that.” She thinks out loud, and you can’t stop the smile that stretches across your face. The Queen really only agreed because she knew it would cause more buzz and conversation around her last event as Queen. Even you could see that, but if it meant you would get a chance to share the memory with your guard, it was worth it.

“Your Majesty, forgive me, but the ball is this weekend, I fear we will not have enough time to prepare for such a change in plans…” Koska spoke up.

“Well, not if we don’t have everyone in the palace working double time,” Both yours and Koska’s faces dropped, that is not what you wanted at all. “Every servant will be required to make ten masks before the ball on Saturday. Knights are exempt, obviously.” She placed the rose gold dress back in Koska’s arms. You immediately felt guilty.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, Your Majesty, I don’t want everyone to-“

“Oh nonsense,” She interrupted, “I love the masquerade idea, it will be grand. It will be the envy of Coruscant.” Was everything a battle for her? An endless contest of who’s the best between Mandalore and Coruscant? If everyone had extra work to do on top of their usual load, you would feel absolutely terrible, but there would be no changing the Queen’s mind. “As the head of the servants, you will oversee the masks, Lady Reeves.” Your face was in shock, pale and sick. Koska shot you an annoyed glare. You tried to respond with an apologetic smile, but the Queen was speaking up again, pacing as she spoke. “Of course we need the royals to stand out from everyone else, we’ll already have our gowns but the masks will make a difference too…” She thought out loud. “Koska I would like an owl mask as per usual, there will be gems incorporated as well I trust?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” She was not amused with her new task.

“As for our little Princess,” She was referring to you, but you couldn’t even listen out of guilt. Everything you tried in Mandalore somehow backfired on you. “Her dress is lovely, but her mask must also be the most extravagant in the room, after mine, of course. It would also be best if hers and my nephew’s matched, Yes?” Koska nodded, struggling to hold the heavy dress with her small stature. “Lovely, aren’t you just full of surprises, Your Highness?” The Queen smiled at you, and you forced a polite smile. “Now, excuse me, I have a designer to meet with to get as many feathers and adornments for masks as possible.” The redhead hastily exits the room, her high guard following her, leaving just you and Koska with your knight.

“What the fuck was that about?” Koska asked afterwards.

“I didn’t mean for any of the extra work to happen, I swear.” You defensively respond.

“You just love giving me a hard time, don’t you?” She asks.

“No- that not at all what-“

“Let her be, Koska.” Your knight steps into the conversation.

“Ugh you knights are so frustrating sometimes.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, what is going on with you two?” She asks and your heart drops to your ass. Was it that obvious there was something more there? Your knight tensed up, too. “Yeah, I can see exactly what’s going on here. Would either of you like to explain?” She asks.

The two of you stood awkwardly like children who got caught stealing sweets from the kitchen. You wondered how you were going to get out of this one. Your entire world could come crashing down right now if you didn’t play this out correctly, and a thousand outcomes of this situation simultaneously played out in your head. Would she rat you out? Would it lead to your knights expulsion? Or would she keep it to herself? She seemed to have a history with your knight, although you didn’t know what that might be. Maybe she would be on your side, but you highly doubted it.

You blame yourself for all of this. You should have put a stop to all of this long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. He has you tied around your finger, and you like it. You wondered what was going on through his mind, was he as nervous as you? He had to be, if not more worried about what would happen. Someone knowing about your secret relationship would only lead to you getting a tap on your knuckles and then they would try to hide it from society to keep your reputation clean, but it would be the end of his career and safety for him. You were selfish for this, and you knew it.

“What?” Is all your stupid mouth says. As if you hadn’t just had the most sporadic and stressful thought process of your entire life. After all that, the only thing you were able to come up with was “what?”. You thought your body might be shaking, but you weren’t totally sure. You wanted to look at the knight by your side, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Koska must have thought the same thing as you because after you just responded with an arrogant rhetorical question, her eyebrows raised like a mother angry with her teenage son. She scoffs, and walks to the other side of the parlor to place the gown down on a sofa. When her back was turned to you, you were somehow able to muster up the courage to look at the beskar-clad figure to your left. He didn’t look any different than, well, ever. Tall and broad and stoically looking ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. But you knew better. He had to have had a similar thought process to your own. He never turned to look back at you, and that’s when the guilt really set in. This could have been prevented. It should have been prevented. You fiddle with your sleeve.

Koska comes back too soon, her arms folded over her chest and the same unamused look on her stupidly perfect face. “So, one of you better start talking now, or else I’m going to get impatient and go catch up with the Queen to do your chore.” She nods to you. Why was she doing this? What did she gain out of knowing any of this? It could be to protect Korkie, although you found that seriously hard to believe. From what you can tell, Koska could care less about the Mandalorian Prince.

You sigh out of embarrassment mostly, but know that you are the one who needs to speak up. This was your mistake, and so it was your responsibility to fix it. “This is all my fault,” You have to clear your throat after beginning because of how uncomfortably your words sit in your throat. “I take full responsibility for everything. Don’t blame him for anything.” You nod. He turns his head to look at you after you say this, and you wanted nothing more than to look back at him, but Koska had your gaze trapped.

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘everything’ and ‘anything’?” The lady-in-waiting asks.

You sigh again, knowing this was going to be hard to say. “I...allowed myself to be…” You carefully considered your word choice, “i-infatuated with the wrong man.” You finally get out. That was the first time you had said it in front of him, and only the second time you had said it outloud ever, the first being to the Elven Queen last week. “I shouldn’t have let it get so out of hand, but I fell under the spell of this Knight, and I don’t even know his name. I’ve never seen his face. In many ways, he’s a complete stranger to me.” You debated saying the next thing, but it just kind of spilled out, ‘A stranger who’s plagued my thoughts and actions since the day I got here.” It was hard for you to say, but there was something so liberating about saying it.

He never took his eyes off of you the entire time you spoke, but this time you were able to look back at him. Your eyes first looking down at the floor guiltily, and then they slowly make their way up his armor and to the visor on his helmet. You just looked there for a little bit while Koska processed what you were saying. You smiled genuinely at the knight, desperately trying to show him that everything you just said was true. For a moment, you weren’t sure if she was going to say anything at all, and the room fell silent.

“Well…” She begins, you can’t hear any disappointment in her tone yet, “You’re terrible at hiding it.” She sighs. Of all the things she could have said, you did not expect that.

“What?” You say like an absolute idiot for the second time. You look back at the woman.

“Look, I’ve known him for a long time.” She shakily breathes, looking at him, “We’ve actually been through a lot together.” He was still looking at you, “And honestly, Neither of us were ever cut out for the Royal life we’ve been living for a while now.” You wondered what she meant by that. “And to be frank, I could care less about your personal life.” She said to you about you, “But since he’s a friend, and you really don’t mean very much to me, no offense,”

“None taken.”

“I suppose I’ll just keep it to myself-“

The relief that overcame your body was unmatched. You can’t stop the grin that goes from ear to ear or the sigh of relief that danced on your lips and out of your lungs. You look over at him, who still hasn’t looked away from your face, but he sighs of relief, too. You see it in the way his armor shifts.

“-Under one condition.”

“Okay…”

“You have to start hiding it better, no more over the shoulder glances. Okay? This is me looking out for him.” She gestures to him with a nod. Was she really going to do this for you?

“No more glances, got it.” You repeat.

“There’s no telling what might happen to him if the wrong person finds out.” She clears her throat, and that statement scares you. You try not to let it take up too much of your thought. “And you have to act like nothing is different. You’re still engaged to the Prince and you’re still the future Queen-consort. I don’t give a damn about what happens behind closed doors, but when others are around you have to behave yourselves. This is me looking out for my kingdom, understood?”

“Understood.” You nod back, although you weren’t the biggest fan of that condition, you knew that was the price you had to pay to get what you wanted… well at least what you think you wanted. “You’re not going to tell the Queen?”

“If you do those things, she won’t hear a word about it.” Koska shrugs.

“And what about Korkie?”

“Stars, I cannot stand that boy. I don’t even talk to him.” She rolls her eyes and you chuckle. You’re happy you aren’t the only one who feels that way about the prince. “But I’m not going to cover or lie for you two, I’m not going to help you hide it or anything. Alright?”

“Of course.” You reply.

“Great. I have over five-hundered masks to make by Saturday, so I’ll be leaving now.” She finished and on her way out, she pushes the knight on the shoulder playfully.

The door closes.

“Stars.” You clear your throat and turn to look at him, before you can say anything, though, he’s picking you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of weightless flour, and carrying you over to the second sofa that isn’t taken up by a ridiculously large dress. You giggle when he does, blushing at his enthusiasm. You’re placed on your back and he kneels between your legs.

“You’re excited.” You chuckle and he hums in response. There isn’t very much room on the sofa but he makes his place. He then grabs the hem of your dress, pulling it up over first your thighs, then up past your hips, over the corset and up to your face. He covers your eyes with the skirt and it hides the cheesiest smile on your face. light still poured in from the fabric, but you weren’t able to see anything.

You then heard the sound of metal being placed on the floor next to you, and to your pleasant surprise, his lips and pressed tightly to yours through the fabric. The kiss obviously doesn’t make any contact, but you’ve learned that with the knight, it’s the thought that always counts. You’re smiling into the kiss like a dork, and you shudder when you feel his bare hands against your bare thighs. He pulls your legs open, and then pulls away from your separated kiss.

Your first moan comes when you feel his lips against your soft thighs. He licks up and down your right thigh first, his fingertips strong and faithful against the outer part of your legs. Your breathing hitches, and you hum with pleasure when he moves to your left thigh, taking the same amount of time to kiss, nibble and suck on your pillowy skin.

Then, before you can think any more about the heat and want in between your legs, he’s pulling down your petticoat painfully slow. You bite your lip, you knew where he was headed with this, and you were more than happy to welcome it. His index and middle finger run soft lines around your cunt, massaging the swollen and wet skin around your opening that only got wetter. Your clit begged for attention, but your arms were trapped under the position of the dress skirt, and you didn’t want to risk adjusting it in a way that would make him stop. You would have to patiently wait as he teased and prodded your lips, his free hand rubbing your thigh and occasionally making its way to firmly squeeze your ass cheek. Your breathing was needy and short as he took his time to get to know your core with the tips of his fingers, which were now wet and slick and making the friction smoother.

He then gently places a light kiss on your clit. It’s so soft that you’re only able to feel it because of how sensitive and hungry you are for that type of contact. You slightly finch when his lips touch the nerve, and you’re able to feel him smile against your skin. What you would give to see his face right now…. Then, before you can think any more, he’s licking a flat stripe up from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit where he flicks three times with the tip of his tongue. You gasp at the sensation, and try to suppress a moan. He then take his time to lick each separate lip of your sex, avoiding your actual opening but teasing in such an addictive way that you were willing to be patient for him.

The knight then finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, pulsing with his lips and flicking back and forth quickly with the tip of his tongue. You do moan this time, a broken cry falling off of your needy lips. It was a euphoric feeling unlike anything you’ve experienced before and you loved every moment of it. His arms wrap around your upper thighs, holding you in place around his head as he moves down to lap at your pussy lips. He moans at the taste of you, diving his tongue into your folds and prodding your sensitive clit with his nose.

You whine short and quietly as he does, biting your lip and bucking your hips every now and then as he took care of your sex. He must have gone down on you for close to ten minutes straight, never coming up for fresh air and never stopping the steady pace he had. You aren’t sure how you didn’t cum immediately at the feeling of his plump lips against your clit, but you also aren’t sure how you didn’t blackout from the sheer pleasure of the feeling. It was addictive, and it only got better after he pulled away to spit on your cunt. He spits onto your folds and then brings his fingers up again to start fingering you, sliding in his pointer finger with no resistance and slowly pumping it in and out. His mouth finds its way back to your slit, sucking on it as he fingers you. The sound was filthy, it filled the parlor with wet, obscene noises accompanied by breathy moans and gentle hums. Every time he hummed against your clit, your back arched from the added pleasure. The vibrating of it was pure euphoric, and you knew you were a sopping mess in between your thighs.

His chin was wet from spit and arousal and for one quick moment he pulled his wet mouth away from your core to kiss and rub the juices of your cunt on your thighs. He nibbles a few times on either thigh, marking each with a litter of purple and red hickeys. Before adding a second finger, he pulls his hand out to gently and playfully slap your cunt. He uses his wet hand to tap your core five or six times, each tap getting harder. You moan out at the feeling, and squeeze your legs together against the feeling in a horny attempt to get more pleasure from the moment.

“Huh, would you look at that?” He asks, his voice low and hungry and full of lust. It’s the first thing he’s said in a while, and the indulgence of the oral sex cause you to nearly forget how much you loved his rough voice. “Do you like it when I slap your cunt?” You whine in response. “With your words, Princess.”

“Yes, Sir.” You whine like a bitch. He chuckles and slaps it again, harder this time. You shudder at the feeling and feel your climax coming on. You want to delay it for as long as possible, but your thighs start to shake when he puts his mouth back in you and pushed both his index and middle finger into your opening, pumping and curling and twisting his wrist to make the most wonderful combination of finger-fucking you could of have imagined.

“I’m gonna cum.” You barely get out before your spine is burning and your stomach is flexing as you cum hard and long against his tongue and on his fingers. You cry out in broken, heavenly bliss, and look for something to grasp onto as you hit your high, but you can’t find anything, which leads to your sporadic back arches. You’re panting, and he doesn’t stop kissing against your core while you cum on his tongue. You bite your lip and swear you might make it bleed a little. His grip on your thighs tightens while he pulls you against his mouth, preventing you from pulling away from the addictive exhilaration that is his kiss.

He licks you through the entire orgasm, and then some after. You think you’re being over-stimulated but you never have been before, so you aren’t really sure. Just when you think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t and he just takes his sweet old time lapping against your core and slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You sharply breath in, your chest heaving against the dress and you desperately want to pull your dress down to see him and breath freshly again. The way he eats you out is so methodical, like he’s done it a thousand times (which wouldn’t necessarily surprise you), like it’s the only thing he’s ever eaten or the sweetest honey to ever grace his lips.

It begins to turn you on again, the pleasure shooting into your spine and down your littered thighs and melting against your clit. You can feel the gentle rub of his fingers against your thighs, stroking your skin as he takes you in. It’s heavenly and is the only thing you can think about. Your thoughts go numb and the only important thing in the entire world is the curly-haired boy at your expense.

You mutter and whisper swears, dirty words that aren’t meant to come out of a princess’ mouth but you can’t help it when you’re seeing white hot behind your eyes. He groans a few times too before his fingers speed back up to the pace they were at before you came the first time. Your dainty hands stroke lightly on your collar-bones as the pleasure fills your soul, licking your lips and trying to hold on for as long as possible before you cum again but you can already feel your second orgasm coming on. He uses a third finger to outline your lips, coating the tip in your slick and then slowly inserting the third and final finger into your cunt, helping you chase that final hit of release. The stretch is amazing, and you were surprised you were able to take it so well. This is when you realized that he’s been training you for something much bigger. The first time he fingered you wasn’t even any penetration, the second time was two fingers, just enough to stretch you that it hurt the right amount, and now this time, three fingers that felt amazing. You remembered the size of his cock, you knew it would be a challenge to take, but he was making sure you would be able to handle it and enjoy it as much as he will.

His focus goes from licking your clit to the fingers inside. He twists his wrist to make the curl and stretch your entrance. He collects the wetness and lets it make the glide and pump smoother. You’re so drenched and needy that the fluid is running out past his fingers and dripping onto the sofa cushion, staining it with your lust. He nips so slightly at your clit and just like that, your whole world comes crashing down. The orgasm is actually mind-numbing this time, and all you can do is moan and sob and claw at your own skin. Your scratch into your shoulders and collar-bone and it’s deliciously painful. Your thighs clamp against his head and he continues to finger you long and hard through the climax, cleaning your folds up as you cum against his tongue and fingers. You’re finally able to catch your breath, painting with droopy, lustful eyes but feeling completely fulfilled. He cleans up all the juices around your entrance, collecting the cum on his tongue and happily swallowing it down like it’s his last meal. You aren’t able to see it, but he then puts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning off the three that were knuckle-deep into your cunt. He groans at the taste, and wipes his mouth before planting one last, gentle kiss to the soft, angelic skin of the mound between your legs. You're so sensitive that the light kiss makes you flinch, and he chuckles at the involuntary reaction.

He puts his helmet back on and then pulls your dress skirt down to see your face. You’re surprised by the light initially, and you blink a few times to adjust to it. Your lungs fill with crisp air and you look at your favorite sight: the helm of the knight you think you’re falling in love with. You can’t stop the smile on your face. He chuckles and then readjusts your dress to cover you up better. He takes such good care of you. You see him freeze when he sees the scratch marks on your skin, and his bare hand softly runs over the red lines, outlining the marks. You blush at him, looking up at his expressionless face with a puppy-love look.

“Everytime I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong.” You sigh. Every orgasm has been better than the last.

“Just you wait.” You hear the smirk under the helmet and it causes butterflies to flutter in your tummy. You sigh, still catching your breath and you just take him in, looking up at how he’s propped up above you. He has hands on either side of your head and he’s just a brudding force of metal and sex and good kissing and caring about things that you didn’t even know you needed someone to care about. You probably look like a dork just smiling up at him but you don’t even care and now your hands are free to wrap around his neck and you just wish you could see his face and kiss it all over right now.

Your fingers lock behind his neck and the positioning of his armor and the way his head is bent makes it so you can just barely feel the skin of his neck. You move your index fingers up to look for the curls at the nape of his neck. You think you could sing out when you found the prize: some strands of dark, brown, thick hair hidden under the helmet. You twirl them around your fingers and that action alone is worth a million kisses. The feeling in your heart is second to none and you wished you could stay in this still moment forever.

“Did you mean what you said?” He speaks up in reference to what you told Koska about him.

“Every word of it.” You state, genuinely meaning it as you said it. He did respond but something told you he was smiling under all that armor. He sighs, and then lets his arms go weak so he’s falling onto you. You groan at the surprise and the sheer weight of both his broad body and the heavy armor on top. The air is pushed out of your lungs but at least he’s pressed into you, your hands still toying with his curly hair. You can hear him chuckle, and you wanted to freeze time.

“Someone’s gonna see us if we stay like this.” He mutters as you tilt your head to have it rest on top of his helmet.

“Then let them.”

He doesn’t reply to what you say, and you debate if it was even the right thing to say. When you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted, it’s hard to grasp the concept that someone may not want the same thing. You’re selfish for not caring about his safety and status in these types of situations. He grunts as he pushes himself back up and stands again, leaving only you on the sofa.

“How’s the arm?”

“It’s fine.” You roll your eyes, you don’t want everyone to worry so much anymore.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You reply more forcefully this time, sitting up on the couch.

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You sigh, and consider your next words, “I was wondering if I could ask you something.” You sit with your palms flat against the cushion, making aware of the wet spot on the fabric and smirking fondly at it.

“Anything, your Highness.” He nods.

“Well… I wondered if maybe I could teach you how to dance?” You were nervous about what his response may be.

“Oh Stars-“ He chuckles.

“What!?”

“I had a feeling that masquerade might have something to do with me.” He puts his hands on his hips like he’s scolding you but there’s a guilty part of you that you like about it.

“Well it isn’t just about you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“...no.” He already knew you so well. He chuckles at your response. “So… what’s your answer?”

“Dancing isn't my style…”

“I don’t believe that.” You tilt your head. “Come on, it’s super easy and it would mean a lot to me.” You try convincing. He sighs and considers what you’re offering. “I can give you something in return…” You bite your lip, teasing. He chuckles just once.

“Alright-”

“What!? Really??” You stand up from excitement, you weren’t really expecting him to agree.

“But, only if you let me teach you something in return.” You nod in agreement, your hands coming to fold in your lap. You were expecting him to refer to something sexual, but his words prove you wrong, “I wanna teach you how to fight.”

“What?” Why would you ever need that?” It’s rare for royals to learn such a skill, especially princesses. You understood that it would be valuable, but you weren’t completely sure if you were up to the task.

“Well more than anything, I want to teach you how to defend yourself. So something like Keldabe doesn’t happen again.”

“Okay…” You were tentative to agree.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You shrug, “If it means I get to dance with you at the ball, I would be more than happy to learn.”

“Great. Let’s start then.” He takes a step back and holds his hand out for you to take.

“What?” You place your palm in his and he pulls you up off the couch, “right now?”

“Yes, c’mere.” You were nervous and honestly your legs were still weak from cumming twice, but you follow him as he begins to talk. “I’ll just teach you a few things and then you can teach me how to dance I guess.”

“Stop being a pill.” You tease.

“Only if you stop, too.” He teases right back at you which leads to a scoff from your lips. He ignores you. “When you're defending yourself, you always wanna protect your face, okay?”

“Protect my face, got it.” You repeat. He holds his arms up in front of his helmet, his hands fisted.

“Mimic my pose.” You roll your eyes but mirror him, holding your arms to guard your face. “See, is that so hard?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He sarcastically replies. “You can’t do much if you can’t see, so that’s why you gotta protect your face. If you wore a helmet you wouldn’t need to do this.”

“But I would always be wearing a helmet…”

“It’s not so bad.” He shrugs.

“Something tells me that you don’t believe that.” You drop your arms from your face to say that, which was obviously a mistake, because instead of responding to your claim (which was probably right), he's jabbing his arm out towards your face. He’s not close enough to hit you but the quick and unexpected action is enough to startle you back. You lose your balance and fall down on the ground, wincing when you hit the ground and regretting agreeing to this. Your arms wrap into a frustrated position and you frown up at him. You look up at him surprised and a little pissed, and he just starts laughing. “What was that?”

“You let your guard down.” He says between laughs. He does hold his hand out for you to help you back up, and you take it to your own dismay. He hoists you up quickly, and you have to re-establish your balance.

“You are impossible.” You put your arms back over your face, ready to try again.

“You like it.”

“Are you gonna teach me or not?” He wasn't wrong but you figured you’d have to try and beat him at his own game.

“Are you gonna let me?”

“Just go.” You roll your eyes again.

“This will also protect your ribs. Can’t do much if the wind is knocked out of you, either.” He explains. “You also want to stand wide, it’ll help you keep your balance.” He kicks your feet out to be shoulder width which breaks every rule in the book of princess manners. “And prevent… falling on the floor.”

“This isn’t exactly easy to do in a corset, you know.” You argue.

“And dancing won’t be easy in armor but here we are.” He shrugs, and you suppose he’s right. Neither of you are cut out for the tasks at hand. “When fighting someone without armor, you’re gonna want to go for their face, their eyes are vulnerable and you can do real damage on their nose.”

“Okay….” You try to remember what he was saying, making a mental note for any future situations, although you’re still skeptical. “And what about someone with armor on?” You ask, trying not to show the smirk on your face.

“Well the guy in Keldabe did everything right, he found where the weak points of my armor was and attacked them-“

“So here?” You ask before reeling back your arm and swinging it as hard as you can into his shoulder where there was only chain mail. Your fist crashes into the metal, and you immediately regret it. “Shit!” You pull your hand back and look at your bright red knuckles, shaking your hand a few times as you try to brush the shock away.

“...Yeah, right there.” On the bright side, he seemed to be surprised by it enough that he made a little groan from the contact that turned you on way more than it should have. “But now you fucked up your hand.”

“You think?” You place the angry knuckles at your mouth, trying not to be too upset about the pain shooting through your hand.

“Punching chainmail is always gonna hurt, especially if you do it wrong… like that.”

“So how do I do it right!?” You’re determined now. No one has ever put you in your place, you’ve always gotten what you wanted, and you wanted to prove to him that you could do it.

“Why are you so eager to inflict pain on me?” He asks, you can hear the teasing in his tone but you can’t blame him for feeling that way. Perhaps you did come off a little anxious.

“I don’t know… I guess I just want to prove something to you.” You sigh, still pissed off by the pain in your hand. You’re so distracted by it that you hardly notice him walking towards you. His gentle and soft bare hands take your fist away from your mouth. You’re tentative at first, but let him take it in his hand, cupping it in between his and looking down at your red skin. You frown mostly out of frustration, but the pain is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Princesses aren’t supposed to feel pain.

Before you can blink, he pulls his top hand away and takes it to lift up his helmet just above his lips. The angle makes it so you can’t see any of his face but you understand. He bends down and kisses your knuckles in the same fashion one would when greeting you, but this was so much more intimate. His lips were like satin against your skin and the butterflies in your stomach fly right back. The physical pain didn’t go away, but the anger around it did. Your heart softened and wished he would kiss your lips but he’s already pulling the beskar back over his jaw. You sigh from the gesture, he was so romantic and you don’t even think he’s trying to be. He’s just trying to be kind and patient with you and it’s doing something to your heart that you don’t know if you can handle anymore.

“So… how do you waltz?” He asks, his hand still holding onto yours. You smile and sheepishly look down at your feet. You were unsure of how to begin, but were happy he was willing to learn.

“Okay.” You smile, “Well, you first need to loosen up. Stop being so stiff.” He tilts his head like you’re speaking a foreign language. “Like this.” You press your hands down on his shoulder pauldrons, he tries to rest them but fails and you chuckle just a little. “Roll them back.” You explain and do it yourself, he attempts to follow, and actually is able to relax a little bit more this time. Knights are always so stiff, you think it will be good for him to relax every now and then. “Good, now this hand goes here…” You lift his right hand to rest on your waist and he immediately settles into it, already feeling more comfortable now that he is holding you. You place your left hand on his shoulder, pulling your bodies a little closer together. He wanted your torsos to be flush against one another, “No, we have to keep our distance so we have room to do the steps.” You explain.

“Well that’s no fun.” He sighs. You blush and giggle.

“If we get this done I promise you can hold me as long as you want.” You tilt your head trying to make a fair compromise.

“Fine.” He’ll take it.

“Great, now we hold these hands.” You take his left hand and hold it into yours. “That’s the basic position, I learned it as home position, got it?”

“Home position…?” He repeats.

“Mhm.” You nod, your faces are close and you would give anything to feel his breath against yours. “It’s important that we sort of… ‘glide’ like we bounce as we dance, it will make it prettier.” He was convinced you were always pretty no matter what you tried or did, but we guessed he would comply this time. Your voice goes quiet and soft, the mood immediately changing from teasing to harmonious. “And your feet… okay this is sort of complicated but your left foot will go forward as my right goes back-“ You keep looking down at the floor as you try to explain the steps but his gaze is on your face, hardly listening to what you're saying and only being engulfed in your face and the way you talked about doing something you loved. You were so beautiful and you didn’t even know it.

You must have been talking for a while without really listening to yourself because he was slowly pulling you into his torso and closing the space without you really noticing that you were inches closer than you were before. “-and then your left foot will slide to meet your right foot-“ the last word fades out as you slowly look back up to his face which was now up close to yours, your bodies pressed together and both of his hands on your hips, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back. Your heart skips a beat and you forget how to breathe as you look up at him and it just felt… right.

Your hands lift from his pauldron to his helmet and you want to take it off so badly. You knew it was too fast still, and he would remove his helmet for you when he felt like he could. At least that’s what you hoped for. It should be his decision, no one else’s. But your hands are grazing the bottom of the beskar and everything feels so right. He’s so still and his breath is quiet and for just a moment you think he might let you and then-

The door knob is turning slowly and both of you are splitting away all too fast, trying to make enough space between the two of you so it didn’t look suspicious. You both scramble, trying to put yourselves back together. The still and perfect moment was entirely gone when Prince Korkie opened up the door into the parlor. You tried not to look too shocked when his stupid perfect hair and young face looked on you. The knight held his hands behind his back to hide the fact that they were bare and side-eyed the gloves on the sofa that laid by the wet stain on the cushion. He silently prayed that the Prince wouldn’t notice them.

“Ah, princess I was wondering where you were.” He looked between the two of you. He didn’t seem too suspicious, thank the stars.

“Korkie! What are you doing?” You awkwardly laugh. Your hands fold at waist level, and you fix your posture.

“Did… I walk in on something?” He asks and your whole body goes numb. You swallow and try not to pass out. The truth is yes, he did walk in on something very important to you, but here we are.

“Oh! No, we were just…” You search around the room looking for something to take the attention away from you and the knight, “Admiring the beautiful dress the Elves gave me!” You walk to the heavy, iridescent gown on the clean sofa, picking it up to show him. You smile desperately, hoping that would be enough.

“Ah yes! It is beautiful, isn’t it?” He nods, smiling. You sigh of relief when he falls for the bait. You set the dress back down.

“Can I do anything for you?” You ask,a king sure there was no attention on the knight being you.

“I… just wanted to spend a bit of time with you. My aunt informed me of the changes to the Ball. What a wonderful idea!”

“Why thank you.” You smile, taking a few steps towards him in a hopeless attempt to not seem so suspicious.

“Yes! I had just received the RSVPS from a number of the guests. Your parents, the twins of Naboo, the senator of Alderaan and Princess of Chandrila and I’m pleased to say that we’ve found no suspicion of any attack from Coruscant!” Stars, he talks a lot. You aren’t sure how he can have any more breath to talk. You were starting to decide that you liked the boys who were more reserved.

Well… one boy.

“Oh… Um, of course. That’s great news.” You nod and finish your walk towards him, suddenly hyper-aware of the fading scratches on your collar bone.

“Come with me, we should review the letters together.” You look back at the knight apologetically before walking into the hallway with the Prince. This isn’t exactly how you hoped your afternoon would go...

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skzsauce01 · 3 years

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Lord and Lady

Synopsis: The prospect of an engagement to a stranger is what makes you realize your feelings for Hyunjin. Victorian AU.

Warning: none

Word Count: 2k

Pairing: fem!reader x lord!Hyunjin

You are in love with Hyunjin.

It occurs to you when you are nineteen, when you are of marriageable age, when your father shows you an engagement contract to a man you have never met before. A man who is the heir to a banking empire, a man who is said to be even more handsome than Paris from the Greek myth, a man who is in desperate need of a proper wife. Your father tells you of his beautiful estate in the sprawling hills and the even more lavish life you will live like he believes that you will be swayed by these things alone. Your father appears to mean well; he keeps glancing over at you for approval, but you sit in front of him in stony silence.

When he finally finishes his speech, he slides a piece of paper towards you and sets his prized fountain pen across the top. You cannot even bear to entertain him by picking up the pen. You abruptly leave the room, running down the hallway to the stables as your father shouts for you to stop. Fortunately, he does not follow you or ask that one of the staff chase after you.

You only mean to ride around the property to clear your head, but your heart has other plans and leads you to the Hwang estate. You hand your horse to the stableboy and begin searching the estate on foot. It is a bright sunny day, and his younger sister will be wanting to paint him.

You eventually find them in the garden where Yeji is indeed working on her latest portrait of him. It is not quite right, you notice; the eyes are too stern and too cold.

“Hello there,” he greets first. He smiles at you and playfully tilts his head to the side. “Tell me, Y/N, has my sister finally captured my likeness? This is her third attempt, and I’m honestly getting bored of sitting here and doing nothing. Thank goodness you’re here to keep me company now.”

“Stop moving. And this is supposed to be a painting of Apollo, not you,” she corrects. She turns around on her seat and wiggles her paint-stained fingers at you. “Hello, Y/N. If you are here for a social call, I’m afraid I’m a tad preoccupied.”

You shake your head. “No, it is nothing of the sort. I was just passing by.”

“Stay a while!” Hyunjin exclaims. “You don’t have lessons today anyway.”

Yeji agrees since she is growing weary of her brother’s grumbles. They look at you with such eagerness that you weakly nod and stand by Yeji, playing director and telling Hyunjin to look in a certain direction. They chat about inconsequential things, and in the meantime, your stomach turns and ties itself into knots. You are not sure how long you can keep it hidden.

“Any suitors clamoring at your door?” Yeji asks you after you half heartedly tease her about the courtship letters she received last week. “Surely you have some yourself.”

Hyunjin pretends to be nonchalant about the whole affair, but his eyes have strayed away from you. You wring the ribbon around your waist.

“I… My father has arranged for me to be engaged.”

It is like the world has stopped. The low clouds in the sky pause in their drift, the birds go silent, and even the dust swirling in the air is frozen. Hyunjin stares at you, his lips parted but no words coming out. You see his throat bob as he thickly swallows, and you feel your own throat tightening.

Yeji, who witnessed you and her brother’s friendship tiptoe into something a little more, abruptly stands up from her seat. “I’m parched,” she loudly announces. “I think I will head inside for some lemonade.” She picks up her skirts, no doubt dirtying the wool, and hurries out of the garden.

“Engaged?” Hyunjin whispers after she is gone. “Are you jesting?”

“No.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You watch as he mouths swears to himself, a practice he adopted after being caned for using such coarse words at a dinner party. He loosens his cravat, a telltale sign that he is distraught. His mouth twists into something between a purse and a frown, indicative of his efforts to process something he cannot. You have picked up so many details about him over the years, you likely know him better than he does himself.

Slowly he says, “Congratulations on your engagement. Your betrothed is a lucky man.”

“Hyunjin, I don’t care about him.” You walk over to him and hold his hands in yours. He stiffens at your gloved touch, the way your own warmth permeates through the kid leather. “I am in love with you and only you.”

He says nothing. You wait, the sunlight making the back of your neck burn, but Hyunjin merely stands up and draws his hands back.

“Why do you torture me like this?” he quietly asks. “I can no longer have you, yet you tell me of these things.”

“I have not signed the contract.”

“And what does that mean for us?”

“That you and I can still be together. Hyunjin, ask me to marry you.”

His mouth twists again, and all you want is for him to kiss you. Too long you have waited for it. You want to run your fingers through his hair, to finally feel how soft and silky he claims it to be. You want him to pull you close, so close that you can hear his heartbeat and feel his breath on your skin.

Hyunjin Hwang is the man you have been in love with for so long, but it took you a near engagement to someone else for you to realize it.

Your heart pounds when he says nothing. Is he engaged to someone else? Can he not be with you like you have so hoped? Certainly he would have said something if he is betrothed to another woman. Or maybe he is in a position similar to yours. Your head spins with possibilities for why he does not accept you, and you can hardly focus. You lower your gaze from him to the ground where everything is much simpler.

“Y/N, look at me.”

When you see his face, you know he feels the same. Longing drips from his eyes like honey. With a faint smile on his face, he gently cradles your face and brings his lips a hair’s width away from yours. You are able to just feel every movement of his mouth, so you know he feels your growing smile. You let out a shaky breath as he says his next words.

“Lady Y/N L/N, will you do the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes.”

You tilt your chin upwards to finally, finally kiss him, only for him to move him away at the very last moment. He chuckles, and you feel his chest shaking as he does so.

“You rake,” you tease, making him laugh again. What a joyous sound it is! Why have you only become conscious of it now?

He lets you kiss the second time, and you could just melt. The way his lips meld with yours and the way he holds you just feel so right. He tastes of coffee and brandy, and you can imagine yourself kissing him like this after breakfast every day.

He pulls away first, but his thumb still draws patterns on your cheekbone. “I didn’t give you a ring.”

“What is a ring to your words?” you say, sighing into his shirt. You do not care about anything else in the moment. “Come, we must tell my father immediately.”

“Yeji first,” he disagrees, “lest she wonder where you and I have disappeared to. I think it is only fair that she learns of it first anyway.”

You nod. Whenever you told your father that you were going to the Hwang estate for a social call on Yeji, you spent most of the time chatting with Hyunjin. Whenever you and Yeji visited the city, she brought Hyunjin along as a chaperone instead of her governess and made no comment about you and him being a little too friendly. If you realized your true feelings sooner, you would bet your entire inheritance that she would have helped arrange illicit meetings. Yes, Yeji deserves to know of this happy engagement before anyone else.

But until she returns to the gardens, it is only you and Hyunjin.

Your head still rests on his chest, and his steady, even breaths calm your excitement. He is yours now, and you his. Already, his arm wraps around your waist protectively. You quite enjoy the feeling.

Yeji eventually comes back. She holds a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and balances a stack of glass cups in the other. When she sees you and Hyunjin nestled in each other’s arms, she nearly drops all the drinkware.

“My goodness!” she says once she has recovered from her shock. “Y/N, I thought you were engaged!”

You take great pride in telling her, “I am to Hyunjin now.”

She sets down the lemonade on an empty stool and looks back and forth between you and her brother in bemusement. “Then what was all that fuss earlier? Have you been going to the theater without me?”

You explain to her the situation, and she nods along in understanding, a wide grin forming with each sentence. By the end of it, she is nearly dancing around.

“Oh, I knew you two loved each other! And you will marry him and be my sister now!” She sighs and clasps her hands together rejoice. “You must tell your father at once! Go on now!”

She ushers you two away, acting more like an overenthusiastic aunt than a proper young lady. You and Hyunjin laugh at her eagerness and head for the stables.

On the ride back to your family’s estate, you and him trot side-by-side like usual. At a cursory glance, it appears that everything is normal: the gentleman from next door has graciously offered to escort you home after your outburst, and you are ready to be engaged to a banking heir. However, a closer look shows that Hyunjin is watching you more than the field ahead of him and that you are keeping your head down to conceal your elation.

The two of you hand your horses to the stableboy and head inside the house. You lead Hyunjin through the hallways to your father’s office, ignoring the curious stares from the house staff. He must be in there.

The door is ajar, and you knock on it twice. Your father obliges you to come in, and you wish Yeji were here to paint his stunned expression when you stride in holding Hyunjin’s hand. He pushes his chair back and stands up.

“Child, what is this?” he asks, his eyes flickering back and forth between your face and you and Hyunjin’s intertwined hands. He is not upset but confused.

“Father, this is my fiancé, Lord Hyunjin Hwang. You know him as Lady Yeji Hwang’s brother and our neighbor.”

Hyunjin bows, low and sweeping, in greeting. “Good afternoon, Lord L/N.”

“Fiancé? Since when?”

“Since today,” you answer, gazing at Hyunjin with adoration. He squeezes your hand in response. “I love him, and I have loved him for some time now. I will not marry the gentleman you spoke of earlier.”

“You are certain?” he quietly asks. “I see no ring on your finger.”

Hyunjin gives you a look that says, “You should have listened to me,” but you brush it aside. “I’m certain,” you tell your father.

To your surprise, your father throws his head back and laughs. “Child, if I had known about this, I would have arranged this myself with Lord Hwang. I had considered it, but I didn’t think your feelings were so strong.”

“So you will allow it then?” you say.

“Of course. He is more than a suitable match for you now that I see you two like this.”

You embrace your father in thanks, and he whispers a hearty congratulations in your ear. Then, he and Hyunjin awkwardly shake hands as your father welcomes him as a part of the family, never mind that there has been no wedding yet or even an official engagement.

It does not matter to you.

The love of your life is all that does.

~ ad.gray

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melwilson · 3 years

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falling in love w/ and dating bucky barnes includes...

this is a long one!! enjoy!!

you met in a library

you’re a history major

and were in desperate need of some books on world war two for an upcoming assignment

you were reading and walking when you literally ran into him

“i’m so sorry. i wasn’t watching where i was going. are you alright?”

that was the moment you fell in love with his eyes

he was quiet and shy

“yeah, i’m okay. are you?”

he asked if you knew where he could find books on captain america

you showed him where to go and even picked out your favorite ones that you had read

“thank you...”

“y/n.”

that was your first encounter

the second time was also at the library

he spotted you at the same place as before

it was often where you would run into the handsome stranger

eventually you just asked him to get coffee with you

he was definitely taken back, but hesitantly agreed

“so what’s your name?”

“uh...james.”

you did most of the talking

james didn’t really speak unless you asked him a question

you asked him to join you for coffee again later that week

he agreed, but you had to meet at night

over the next few weeks, you guys would meet at the same cafe, at the same

james would come dressed in a pair of jeans, long sleeve shirt, worn leather jacket on top

the outfit was nothing special, but he looked so damn good

he’d order a black coffee

you ordered your favorite tea and two muffins, one for the each of you

on this particular night, you had managed to make james laugh

like full on smile, head thrown back, laugh

that was the day you knew you were so gone for this man

you found yourself counting down the days until you would see james again

slowly he began to open up to you

you learned that he was from brooklyn and that he served overseas

he didn’t open up much after that, but you didn’t mind

eventually you invited james to your apartment for dinner

he agreed...he loved spending time with you

whenever he was with you, he felt lighter. he wasn’t stuck in his head and carrying around the weight of his past

that night, he found your place no problem

“you can take your jacket off...if you want.”

ofc james was hesitant. he still had on his long sleeve henley and his gloves, but there could always be a slip up

he took it off anyway

“i made pasta. i hope that’s okay. if not we can always order takeout.”

“pasta sounds great, y/n.”

it must have been really good, bc james ate two full plates

after dinner, james listened to you talk about your day

he loved the sound of your voice

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“why do wear those gloves all the time?”

you didn’t want to make james uncomfortable or intrude, you were just curious.

after the past two months of studying you, he decided you weren’t a threat to him

so he took off his gloves, revealing his flesh hand and his metal one

from that alone, you knew who he was and he knew that you knew, but what you said surprised him more

“war sucks.”

and that was that

he started coming to your apartment more often

he started wearing shortsleeves, instead of the usual henley that covered his torso and arm

occasionally, he’d catch you staring, but there was more curiosity laced in your eyes then fear

“james-“

“you can call me bucky.”

he still has a hard time remembering, so you try not ask him really personal questions

“let’s go to the museum.”

he was hesitant, but agreed bc he can’t say no to you

you guys went on a friday afternoon and it was suprisingly busy

bucky was on edge.

he almost lost you in the crowd, twice

you reserved to holding his flesh hand

he was shocked. he couldn’t really remember the last time someone had touched him so gently

bucky was at your place...basically everyday. you had an extra room, so you offered him a place to stay

“i can’t. i’ve already put you in danger by being here as much as i am.”

you instisted

bucky learned, that night, that you are headstrong and firm in getting what you want and that you weren’t going to give up until you got what you wanted.

he moved in the next day

the first couple of weeks, he tiptoed around you

he felt like he was invading your space

“bucky, i want you here. this is your home now.”

you both were early risers so you would eat breakfast together

his mOrNiNg VoIcE

bucky was constantly pushing his hair out of his face

“let me braid it.”

he did and that’s when he began to fall in love

there were a few awkward moments

like the time he was shirtless and you ran right into his chest

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry.”

he had never seen you so flustered

“it’s okay, y/n.”

“do you mind?” you asked, your hands hovering over the scarred skin between his metal arm and shoulder

that was probably the most intimate moment you had experienced in your life

“bucky, it’s time for dinner.”

“it smells great, doll.”

“doll...i like that.”

the longer bucky stayed w you, the longer you realized he was a cheeky little shit

“bucky, can you help me with this?”

“i can do a lot more than that, doll.”

you were a deep sleeper, so you didn’t notice that he was having nightmares

until one night, you were up late finishing a paper. you were interrupted by bucky’s screaming

he was thrashing around in his bed, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin

“bucky, bucky. you’re okay, i got you. you’re safe.”

that night you held him until he fell asleep again

everytime he had a nightmare, you’d be there to pull him out of it

one time he hit you so hard you had a nasty bruise on your ribs

bucky avoided you for a week

“james buchanan barnes, if you don’t snap out of it. i’m fine, okay.”

you constantly overwork yourself, so bucky is constantly trying to get you to take a break

most of the time, he can’t get you to stop so he just brings you a cup of coffee and sits with you until you finish

finals week rolls around and that’s where most of your focus is

“doll, you need to take a break. i miss my girl.”

bucky doesn’t like to be touched...but you- you’re the only exception

you’re also the only girl he can recall being in love with

he discovered his love for you on a tuesday night.

he was frustrated bc he was only getting back bits and pieces of his memory

“bucky, it’s okay. it’s gonna come back, but you have to give it time.”

that night was also the first time he kissed you

it was slow and sweet and a foreign feeling to the both of you

you asked if he wanted to label your relationship

“yeah, you’re my girl.”

bucky loves to be held

so he’s always laying on top of you when you cuddle

you guys watch lots of movies together

bucky attempts to tell you stories from his past as he pieces them together

he likes to trace over your skin

he prefers that you hold his flesh hand when holding hands so he can feel you

but you prefer to hold his metal one to show that you’re not scared of it

playing with his hair

there are days when bucky gets distant

and there are days when he’s really clingy

you just take him for how he feels every day

lots of kisses

bucky is very good at it

the only way he can get you to stop working is with a kiss

you play music from the past

and bucky teaches you how to slow dance

slow dancing always makes him feel better, so after a bad day you turn on the record player and slow dance in your living room

bucky is very protective

so when you guys go out together, which isn’t often, he always has an arm wrapped around your waist

or fingers looped through your belt hole

or, his personal favorite, hand in your back pocket

he teaches you how to fight

come to find out, you’re already good at self defense

forehead kisses

cheek kisses

neck kisses

all the kisses

bucky is lowkey really romantic

he likes to buy you flowers

and he compliments you often

“you look beautiful, doll.”

you compliment him too, you like to see him blush

“you are looking mighty fine today, babe.”

you make him nervous and vice versa

he never wants to make you uncomfortable

“can i kiss you?”

you’re obsessed with his stubble

so you lowkey never encourage him to shave

he likes to hug you from behind with his head ontop of yours or on your shoulder

he starts to open up about his past the longer you’re together

you help him through panic attacks

you’re with him when he meets steve again and decides to join the team

you both want to get married and start a family together, but bucky is scared that he won’t be a good enough father

steve fully approves of your relationship

it was important to both you and bucky that he liked you

tony makes fun of bucky often bc he’s so smitten w with you

he likes to watch you work

“darling, can i borrow a hair tie.”

you like to trace over his scars even though bucky hates them

on nights when you both can’t sleep, you guys go up to the roof together just to talk

as soon as bucky remembers anything concerning brooklyn, he takes you there

he always tells you how much he loves you

“i love you so much, doll. i can’t believe i got this lucky.”

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lillywillow · 3 years

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Cold Heart of the Wild

Summary: For days Bucky has been having dreams about a white wolf and a mysterious woman. What happens when his dreams become reality?

Word Count: 2234

Square Filled: White Wolf

Pairings: Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hunting and shooting, injuries, minor mentions of death

Written for @star-spangled-bingo

Snow covered the ground in every direction Bucky looked. It crunched under his feet as he moved; where he was going, he didn’t know. Suddenly, a howl filled the air, its mournful sound sending chills down his spine. There was a flash of movement in the bare trees. Bucky followed it, catching a glimpse of a white wolf.

The wolf stopped for him as if expecting something. Did it want him to follow? Bucky looked at it for a moment before it ran off.

“Wait!”

Bucky chased after the wolf, running in between frozen vegetation, trying desperately to keep up with it. He lost sight of the wolf. Feeling lost in this icy landscape, he frantically searched for any more signs of life. That’s when he saw her.

A woman dressed in animal hide clothing. A hunter perhaps?

“Hey!” Bucky shouted, reaching out to her.

The woman began turning...

...

Bucky woke in a cold sweat. He had almost forgotten all about the mission he was going on that morning. As he prepared for it, he reflected on his dream. That was the sixth night in a row he’d been having dreams like that. Could that possibly mean something? There was no time to dwell too much further on the subject. Bucky had to board the jet and get ready to go.

...

Bucky’s plane was shot down somewhere over the Alaskan wilderness. He survived the initial crash relatively unharmed but there were Hydra agents waiting on the ground. He fought and took them out but his side was badly injured. As he collapsed in the snow, he thought for sure this was where he was going to die.

Bucky drifted in and out of consciousness but caught flashes of images.

The sound of gunfire.

A white wolf hovering over him.

Being dragged on some kind of sled.

A woman with a rifle strapped to her back.

Bucky’s eyes opened in a jolt. The images had been so familiar to him; he expected to see the sterile environment of a Hydra lab. To his surprise, he found himself in a quaint wood cabin. There were animal hides on the bed keeping him warm. A fireplace along a wall had a cauldron of something delicious smelling food hanging in its stony walls. A kitchen nook was off to the side of the cabin. The place was rather cosy. Bucky sat up causing pain to shoot through him. He carefully lifted his shirt to see someone had tended to his wound although now blood was seeping through the bandaging. Holding onto his side, Bucky forced himself to his feet and looked out the small window.

Outside, he could see a woman standing in front of two crudely made graves. She was dressed exactly the same as the one that had been haunting his dreams. A sound behind him caught his attention. Slowly turning around, he saw a white wolf. He went to comment but the pain in his side became too much and he fell to his knees. The wolf went out what appeared some kind of doggy door carved through the main one. A few minutes later, the woman came in, quickly shutting the door behind her. She helped Bucky off the floor and back onto the bed. He whimpered and held up his hand which was now bloodied. She made a disapproving sound with a click on her tongue.

“You’ve opened that wound again,” she stated. She carefully lifted his shirt once more, helping him to sit up as she cleaned and redressed the injury.

Once she had finished and washed her hands, she went to get two bowls, filling them with whatever was in the cauldron. She came back, handing him one with a spoon.

“Thanks,” he muttered. She nodded and sat down to eat as well. A silence fell over the pair of them.

As Bucky ate, so many questions filled his mind. Who was this woman? Why did she save him? Why had he been dreaming about her? What did any of this have to do with the wolf? He was still very cautious.

“Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is... is... we need to get out of here!” Bucky stood up but immediately fell back down in pain.

The woman sighed and made sure his wound hadn’t once again reopened.

“You’re safe here. Those Hydra agents won’t be around to bother us. I made sure of it...”

Bucky froze, fear and dread suddenly sunk in.

“H-how do you...” The woman sighed softly.

“I was an agent of S.H.E.I.L.D. much like you. I was sent on a mission and my plane went down...”

It dawned on Bucky why she was so familiar and it had nothing to do with his dreams.

“You’re Y/N L/N! You were one of the best! I read your file. You went missing ten years ago. Presumed dead...”

“And I would have been if it hadn’t been for Agnes...”

“Who’s Agnes?”

Y/N walked over to the window, her eyes ghosting over with memories.

“Agnes was... one of the strongest women I have ever known. She lived here with her husband until he died. Lived here on her own for quite some time.”

“What happened to her?”

“Two years ago, there was a big grizzly bear... it crept up on Agnes and attacked... I did the best I could to help her and she hung in there for as long as she could... I’ve been here on my own ever since.”

The wolf let out a huff.

“Except for James of course,” she smiled. The wolf gave an approving noise.

“James?” Bucky was more than a little surprised.

“Agnes told she found him abandoned as a pup. She raised him to be I guess a sort of pet. I promised her I wouldn’t let anything happen to him until his time comes.”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N once again sighed and tossed James a piece of meat.

“James is getting pretty old in wolf years. Now, if he should die of natural causes I can bury him with some honour but I’ll be damned if I let some hunter take him away from me.”

Bucky went quiet for a few moments.

“How come... you never went back? You could have left at any time...”

Y/N scoffed softly.

“When I went down in that plane, it was winter, just as it is now. Every day I wondered if I was ever getting out of here and with each passing month, that hope left. Maybe they sent a search party and couldn’t find me, maybe they couldn’t be bothered, maybe the stories got to them and scared them away...”

“Stories?” Bucky asked.

“You see, Alaska has a sort of... Bermuda Triangle area. Planes, ships and people go missing, strange lights in the sky, strange creatures spotted... I never believed the stories but... Perhaps I’ve been without human interaction for too long,” she shrugged. “Anyway, you should get some rest. I’m going to go and hunt something for dinner. If you need anything before I go, tell me now.”

Bucky shook his head and Y/N made him comfortable before she left with James following behind her. He had been given so much information in such a short amount of time yet he still had questions but for now he would just take some time to allow his body to heal itself.

...

When night fell, Y/N had boarded up any areas that cold might creep in. She made another stew out of the game she hunted in the afternoon and made herself comfortable next to Bucky.

“Wh-what are you doing?” His face flushed at their close proximity.

“It’s below freezing outside. If you want to survive, you’ll need my body heat.”

Bucky nodded and slowly allowed himself to relax before realising something.

“Wait! James isn’t here! Shouldn’t he be inside with us?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness toward the animal.

“James will be fine. Wolves have adapted to centuries of this kind of weather. He has his own little spot to sleep in nearby and he can do whatever he wants to do.”

Bucky was a little relieved to hear that.

“Tell me more about your life here,” he prompted.

“What’s there to know? It’s life in the Alaskan wilderness. I hunt, I stock up on supplies, and I sleep at night...”

“Well then tell me about Agnes. I’m sure you must some stories about her...”

Y/N regarded him carefully for a moment.

“Alright... but only if you tell me about you in return. You read my file back at... wherever you came from, so you have me at a disadvantage. I don’t even know your name.”

“James Buchannan Barnes but everyone calls me Bucky.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, unable to believe the coincidence.

“James and James... I guess I will have to call you Bucky to avoid confusion,” she smiled.

The pair of them spent the night swapping stories and getting to know each other better until they eventually fell asleep. That night for the first time in a long time, Bucky had a dreamless sleep.

...

Time went by and eventually a month had passed. Bucky and Y/N had formed a strong bond with each other in what was beginning to feel like love. Y/N wondered if this is how Agnes had felt with her husband.

Then one day, it happened. Y/N was in her storage shed when she heard James snarling and barking. She ran out to see a helicopter appear a moment later, landing in a small clearing nearby. Bucky hobbled out of the house at the commotion. Although his injury was healing nicely, he still had some more to do.

A few men exited the chopper and headed over to the two of you. You called James to your side to keep him from attacking the strangers but he was still on edge.

“Buck... good to see you,” one of the men wearing a uniform went to Bucky and hugged him. Bucky hugged back.

“Good to see you too, Steve. How’d you find me?”

“We tracked where your jet went down. I’ve been searching for as long as I could ever since. Finally caught a break today when we saw the smoke from the chimney,” Steve replied, nodding over to the house. “Who’s this?”

“Steve, this is Y/N. She saved my life...”

Steve looked at her for a moment.

“The same Y/N who went missing a decade ago?”

“The very same...”

“Buck, can I talk to you for a minute?”

The pair of them went out of Y/N’s earshot but whatever they were saying, it was argumentative. After a few moments the pair walked back to her.

“Y/N, how would you like to come back with us?” Steve reluctantly offered.

“I... I can’t...”

Bucky looked at her sadly.

“I have James to think of.”

“James is... a wolf?” Steve asked.

“He’s not just a wolf. James is too used to humans. He’s vulnerable and a prize for hunters around here. I can’t just leave him.”

“I see...”

“Steve, can we have a moment alone?” Steve nodded and left the two them to have a little privacy.

“You could stay...” Y/N said softly.

“I wish I could but I can’t. That punk needs me... like James needs you.” His eyes filled with tears as did hers.

“I... I really hope I’ll see you again.”

“I do too, doll.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Y/N kissed back, holding him as close as she could. Eventually air was needed and they pulled away. Bucky gave her a communicator to keep in touch, telling her to call him if anything happened. Only after the helicopter disappeared out of sight did Y/N allow herself to cry.

...

Six months later, Bucky finally heard back from her.

“Hello? Bucky?”

“Y/N! Is it really you?”

“Y-yeah...”

“Is everything okay? You sound upset...”

“Um... James... passed away...”

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so sorry...”

“I... I had been expecting it for a while... he hasn’t been well for days. I found him this morning. Can you... can you come and take me away? I don’t... I don’t want to die alone out here...”

“Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

...

It took a lot of convincing but Bucky was allowed to go and collect Y/N. He had marked the coordinates of her cabin on a map and went there as fast as he could.

The moment she saw him, Y/N threw herself into Bucky’s arms and sobbed. Bucky held her close and rubbed her back.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here now. I’ve got you. You’ve done your duty to Agnes and laid James to rest...”

The pair stood there for a while until Y/N had calmed down enough before heading to the transport. As they flew over the Alaska wilderness, Y/N took one last look at the place for ten years she called home. She held Bucky’s hand, ready to start a new chapter of her life.

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thehangeddemon · 3 years

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Waiting for a Tuesday || Self Para || September 14, 2021

☠ WARNING ☠

This work contains graphic descriptions of violence, gore, and torture

Reader discretion is advised

“More tea, sir?”

Xavier glanced up from his newspaper and gave the waiter a pleasant smile. He shook his head. “I’m fine, John, thank you. You can bring me the check as soon as y—”

“Actually, John. Why don’t you go ahead and bring us another pot of tea? Anything but English breakfast,” he added with a chuckle that almost sounded condescending. “I don’t share my son’s fondness for it.”

The waiter watched as a man, who had seemed to appear out of nowhere and was dressed head to toe in black, invited himself to sit opposite Mr. Rossmara. He’d said ‘son’, but he didn’t really look old enough to have a son Mr. Rossmara’s age. He didn’t really resemble him either but that seemed less strange somehow.

What was strange was the way Mr. Rossmara was looking at the man across from him. He looked…stunned, like he’d seen a ghost or something. But beneath the surprise was an indiscernible emotion on Mr. Rossmara’s face that John thought looked just a little like fear.

At the stranger’s expectant look, John collected himself and cleared his throat, addressing Mr. Rossmara. “…Sir…?”

Xavier seemed to collect himself as well, though far more subtly. He folded up his newspaper and put the pleasant smile back on his face, determined to make it seem like nothing was wrong. Only someone who looked very closely would see how forced the smile was, or how measured his movements were.

“Yes, of course. Does earl grey meet with your approval?”

The man smiled like the proverbial cat who ate the canary. “It does.”

“Very well. A pot of earl grey then, John.”

The waiter nodded. “Right away, sir.”

Xavier waited until John was well out of earshot before he spoke again. “Hello, Father. I didn’t expect you.”

Zagan let out another of those condescending laughs that set Xavier’s teeth on edge and dragged him right back to all his memories of Hell. “No, I’m quite certain you did not.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“My dear boy, it was hardly a mystery worthy of Sherlock Holmes. For as long as you’ve had your shipping business, you’ve come to San Francisco every Tuesday without fail to check in. And without fail, you finish your work just before teatime. By your own admission, this hotel has the best afternoon tea in the city. All I had to do was remember the name of the hotel and wait for a Tuesday.”

Zagan helped himself to one of the cucumber sandwiches that remained on the tray. “You’ve become predictable in your old age, my boy.”

Xavier had to fight to keep from shifting in his seat. Not any-bloody-more. He’d be changing that particular habit immediately. It didn’t suit him at all for someone outside his household to have such intimate knowledge of his movements, especially if that someone was his father. Such information was dangerous in the hands of a man like Zagan. It didn’t matter if it was only the day and location of a standing reservation for tea and cake, Xavier knew from experience that the less his father knew, the better.

Which was largely why he didn’t take any great pains to see him. Unless, of course, he was forced to.

“I see,” Xavier said, settling for an amused smile since a laugh was impossible. “I suppose I am becoming a bit predictable. Anyhow, it’s nice to see you, Father. Have you been well?”

“Well enough.” Zagan was watching him carefully, studying every nuance in his expression, listening to the tone and inflection of every word. Becoming familiar with anything that had changed since the last time he’d seen his demonic progeny.

Thankfully Xavier didn’t have to endure it for very long. John soon returned with their tea, giving him a reprieve from paternal scrutiny as it was poured. It was the only thing that would for the next little while.

This time it was Zagan who waited until they were alone again before he spoke. “So. Tell me. How is that shipping business of yours doing? And your myriad other ventures?”

The next hour or so was spent in what one could call easy conversation. They spoke of Xavier’s businesses, the sights he’d seen, the things he’d collected, the weather, the state of the world. Perfectly light, perfectly casual. At least from an outsider’s perspective.

From Xavier’s point of view things were far more fraught. Everything he said had to be carefully weighed, and there was a desperately thin line between revealing too much and appearing withholding, between looking at ease and projecting discomfort.

Having a conversation with his father hadn’t always been this difficult. In fact, just a few years ago Xavier would have been—and had been—completely comfortable not only talking to Zagan but spending entire days in his company. He’d even sought him out once or twice. But then, Xavier had had far less to lose a few years ago. He hadn’t had a child, a fiancé, staff that depended on him, friends he cared for.

He had all those things now. He had more than he’d allowed himself to have in fifty years, and the memory of how things had gone then still lived all too vividly in his mind.

Getting back to a point of comfort with Zagan after that hadn’t been easy, but he’d done it. There hadn’t been a choice. It was either swallow his pain, grief, and desire for vengeance and make nice, or tempt his father into carrying out his threats.

Sitting here now, Xavier felt much the same as he had then; trapped, resentful, and desperate to get away.

He had no illusions of being able to do that any time soon, however, even when his father finally asked for the check. After such a long absence, Zagan was sure to take up as much of his time as possible.

His suspicions were confirmed almost immediately.

“Come,” said Zagan, getting to his feet. “Let’s take a walk.”

Xavier remained at the table while his father stepped outside, indulging himself with a long, weary sigh the moment it felt safe to do so. It had only been an hour and he was ready for another five-year interlude in their relationship.

What had brought Zagan up from Hell anyway? Surely this visit hadn’t only been for tea and a walk with him. His father hated humans, hated looking at them and being amongst them. There had to be another reason and no doubt it was something Xavier really didn’t want the know the details of.

“Probably scouting his next project child,” Xavier muttered to himself as he pulled his card from his wallet.

Bill settled, he stepped out into the late summer evening and breathed deeply. There was a chill in the air that said autumn was well and truly on its way. Soon the days would grow shorter and the nights longer. His collection of coats would emerge from storage. Every hearth in the manor would roar to life with cheerful, welcoming fires.

He sighed again, longing for the comfort of home as he looked for Zagan among the crowd of people in front of the hotel. That expression of disdain was easy to spot.

“Where shall we go?” Xavier asked, approaching him.

“I don’t know how you can stand it.” His father’s tone all but dripped disgust. “Being here day in and day out among these…creatures and the stench of their cities. It’s revolting.”

“I’d rather smog than brimstone.”

“I think I prefer brimstone.”

Right. That nipped the notion of walking on the street squarely in the bud. If only that were enough to dissuade his father, but alas.

Fortunately, there was a park nearby.

Zagan didn’t say a single word as they made their way there, clearly preferring to stew in his distaste until they were well clear of anyone who might catch a snippet of their conversation. Of course, he hadn’t been nearly so averse to it back at the hotel.

Xavier would just chalk that up to the difference between a well-appointed dining room and a crowded street.

His father’s demeanor seemed marginally more pleasant as they entered the park. It wouldn’t be empty for a good while yet, but it was an improvement from the street. Hopefully it wouldn’t be enough of one to tempt him to stay much longer.

A few long minutes of not-quite-companionable silence passed before Zagan saw fit to fall into conversation again. The additional privacy meant they could discuss things that were far more relevant to his father’s interests than the weather or the goings on at a shipping company. Namely, any magic Xavier had learned, magical artifacts Xavier had acquired, and any kills Xavier had made.

The latter would perhaps prove to be a bit of a disappointment. Not only did Xavier kill less frequently these days, his choice of quarry had changed. The people that he’d once hunted were those he found interesting or amusing or intriguingly intelligent; only on the very rare occasion did he hunt someone who truly deserved it.

That was no longer the case. Lately when Xavier hunted it was only people who truly deserved it. He went for rapists and abusers. He went for people who hurt children, including and especially priests. There was immense satisfaction in knowing exactly where those people were going and what awaited them when they arrived, and even more in describing it in vivid, excruciating detail as they bled to death among the debris of a forest floor.

Hell was a far greater torment than anything he could visit upon them, and he was more than happy to send them on their way.

Zagan let out a loud, derisive laugh at that. “Are you indeed?” The old demon laughed again, putting Xavier’s back up and setting his teeth on edge. “My dear boy, you have been away from Hell too long. Who would’ve imagined? My son, the divine hand of justice for ne’er-do-well priests the world over. Never mind predictable; you’ve grown positively moral in your old age.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Xavier said softly, fighting to unclench his jaw.

His father gave him an amused look. “No?”

He shook his head. “No. I’ve merely…unearthed an intolerance I didn’t give sufficient regard to before.”

“Have you? Well.” Zagan chuckled and adjusted his sleeve, looking positively chuffed in a way that both infuriated and unsettled. “You never did like priests. Who would, having had your childhood? I suppose that particular aspect of your personality was bound to rear its head again eventually. Perhaps…it’s entirely appropriate that it should do so now.”

Xavier didn’t register the movement until it was too late. He only had a moment to feel his father grabbing his arm before he was whisked through the familiar vacuum of demonic travel, and even less to register his new surroundings before he was thrown bodily against something cold and unyielding.

“You unearthed an intolerance, did you?” Zagan’s voice, so casual and amused just seconds ago, now quivered with rage.

Xavier went flying again, this time into something that splintered beneath the force of his weight. Wood?

“And when exactly did you do that, Xavier? Was it perhaps around the time that you became a father?”

Again, back into the unyielding cold. Stone. “Father, plea—”

“Not that I can even tell, since I’ve scarcely seen the child—my grandchild—more than twice since the day he was born!”

Xavier cried out as he was flung for a fourth time, several bones breaking upon landing forcefully on a stone floor. There was something soft beneath him, but whatever it was, it hadn’t been enough to cushion his fall.

He braced for another hit, relieved when none came. He could still hear the echo of his father’s furious footsteps, however, which meant the torment wasn’t over. Far from it. The pleasant Zagan of earlier was gone, and who had remained in his place was someone Xavier was very, very familiar with.

Familiar enough to know that he had only a few precious seconds to catch his breath and orient himself.

There wasn’t much he could see from this position apart from the ceiling of whatever edifice they were in but, not wanting to draw attention to himself too soon—or move lest he worsen his breaks—he observed what he could by turning his head.

Said ceiling, high and crisscrossed with thick wooden beams, appeared to be constructed of the same stone as the walls and floor. Dusty chandeliers covered in thick cobwebs were hung every few feet, the candles in them long unlit. The same went for the metal sconces on the walls.

He appeared to be lying in the middle of an aisle bordered on either side by what he could only assume was the wooden something he’d been thrown int—

No. Not just wood. Pews.

Xavier struggled into a sitting position, heedless of his broken bones and desire for inconspicuousness in his rush to confirm his suspicions, to confirm what he already knew.

Panic rose in his chest as he saw the cross silhouetted in stark relief against the waning sunlight streaming in through the stained-glass window.

They were in a church.

Had this been any other time on any other day Zagan wouldn’t have missed the opportunity to mock and use his son’s fear against him. Xavier’s childhood memories of being harrowed and abused by his stepmother and local priest amused him to no end but on this day, he didn’t so much as comment.

He just stalked down the aisle toward Xavier and slammed him back against the floor with a flick of his hand.

“After all,” he said, voice dangerously soft as he crouched beside his son. “I can hardly drop by for a visit now, can I? Not with all those wards you have on the estate that threaten to annihilate anyone who comes in unannounced.” He almost smiled. “You’ve amassed quite the bag of tricks over the last fifty years.”

Xavier could only shake his head. “The wards aren’t—”

“Aren’t what? Aren’t meant to keep me out?” Zagan scoffed, giving Xavier a dubious look as he grabbed a handful of his hair from the back of his head and stood. “Dear boy, do you really expect me to believe that?”

He gave Xavier’s hair a good hard yank, ignoring his son’s cries of pain as he dragged him down the aisle and deposited him on the small set of stairs leading to the altar. “You didn’t ward against me fifty years ago only because you didn’t know how to. If you had, you would’ve done it in a trice to help keep that pathetic little slave of yours out of my grasp, but I’m sure that’s already occurred to you.”

Indignation fought its way in beside pain and panic, and Zagan noticed. His son’s emotions had always been pitifully easy to read, moreso when they ran as profoundly as he knew this did. The servant was still a sore spot even after all this time.

Zagan paused.

“Had you realized?” he asked, crouching again to run a single finger down Xavier’s cheek, those ancient eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. “That this year marks the fiftieth anniversary? Had you realized, my beautiful boy, that half a century had passed since you came so close to defying me?”

Fifty years of pain and rage and grief so rarely expressed churned in Xavier’s gut and pulled at his soul. That his father could speak so cavalierly of Maximus and his loss made him want to scream and be ill in equal measure.

Had he realized? How could he not, when every day for the past year and a half had been a battle against remembering? How could he not, when every day he walked halls and sat in rooms identical to those Maximus had once drawn breath in, only to remember that they had burnt to the ground?

How could he not, when dead leaves and rose petals and ash were still enough to bring him to tears?

The same tears that streamed down his face now. Xavier was powerless to stop them and even if he could have, he likely wouldn’t have. After what he’d done to Maximus, an acknowledgement of his grief was the least Xavier could give him, even if his father was the only one who witnessed it.

“Oh my, look at that.” Zagan stroked his son’s face again, collecting those tears and rubbing the moisture between his fingers. He tsked, shaking his head. “My dear, it’s been an absolute age since then. How can a measly little servant still cause all this upset, hm? There now.”

Zagan slipped one arm under Xavier’s knees and the other behind his back, lifting and carrying him the rest of the way up the steps as if he weighed absolutely nothing. He gathered Xavier close, even took care not to jostle him too much.

Such loving gestures were not uncommon for the old demon. There were times in Hell when he had been the absolute image of gentleness and paternal affection, when he had held him as he did now and given him a reprieve from the torture.

But more torture had always followed. Showing him affection was rarely meant to comfort; it was meant to torment.

“I’m sure you feel like the past few decades have been a trial, but you see, I don’t think that’s entirely accurate.” Zagan set Xavier down as carefully as he’d picked him up, petting his hair as that indignant look returned to his son’s expression. “Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t doubt you’ve suffered a great deal over your servant. I don’t see why you would when they’re so readily available, but I don’t doubt it. I just think you haven’t quite…put things in perspective.”

With of wave of his father’s hand, every sconce, chandelier, and candelabra flickered to life, allowing Xavier his first real look at the derelict church. Not that there was much to see. No one had set foot in here for a very long time, let alone used it as a place of worship.

But when he turned his head, Xavier saw something that made his blood run cold.

Until now he’d felt trepidation, resentment, emotional anguish. Only when he saw the lines of a demon trap scorched into the threadbare carpet beneath him did he finally feel fear.

“Father…?”

“You see, my dear, I don’t think you realize how easy you got off all those years ago.” Zagan shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

“Father, please—”

Zagan knelt beside him. “My own son considers rebelling against me, disobeying me, gives a servant pride of place over his father, and what does he have to pay for it? Absolutely nothing.” He unbuttoned Xavier’s suit jacket and shirt, undid his trousers. “My son defies his father and still he gets to keep his estate, his businesses, his treasures. His life. All these things my son gets to keep, he goes virtually without punishment for fifty years, and does he realize that? Does it occur to him how generous his father has been in his infinite mercy? No. Rather than show gratitude, he has the childish audacity to believe he is the aggrieved party!”

Xavier didn’t see Zagan move. There was just an awful squelching sound, then searing pain as his father, having pierced his torso with a bare hand, sliced it upward and gutted him like a fish from groin to sternum.

“Which doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed your efforts,” Zagan said calmly above the echoing din of his son’s screams. Casually. “You’ve been such a good boy, treating your papa to afternoon tea and accompanying him for a walk. But I have been far too lax with you. You see that, don’t you?”

He gripped the jagged edges of Xavier’s wound and forced them apart to another chorus of screams. “All those wards, the prolonged absence.” Zagan shook his head. “There comes a point where it all gets to be a bit too much. What’s that expression? Getting too big for your britches? I think you’ll agree you got too big for yours a very long time ago. What’s more, I think you’ll agree that it’s high time that you paid the piper.”

Zagan got to his feet and made his way over to the wooden table beneath the stained-glass window at the head of the altar. He retrieved a hammer, a covered metal bowl, and a set of railroad spikes and brought them over to the demon trap, kneeling again.

Xavier could only watch him, borderline delirious as his chest heaved and his wounds bled. He didn’t dare lift his head to look at the damage; he’d seen enough of his own insides in Hell.

There was a vague hope that his blood would break the demon trap and allow him to get away, but he knew it was impossible even as he thought it. Zagan had prepared for this.

There was no getting away, especially once the first spike was hammered through one of his feet, piercing shoe leather, flesh, and carpet as it was driven into the stone beneath. Xavier bit back another scream, only to give in as his father pinned his arm above his head and drove the second spike into his hand.

“A necessary precaution,” Zagan explained, moving around to repeat the process on Xavier’s other side, barely reacting to the scent of demonic flesh charred by iron. “To make things easier for both of us. Remember what I always used to tell you?”

The third and fourth spikes were driven into Xavier’s free hand and foot, rendering him not quite immobile, but significantly limiting his range of motion. He was left completely vulnerable to Zagan.

“Well?”

He turned toward his father. The demon was looking at him expectantly, warmly—a complete contrast to that cold smile on his face that never quite reached his eyes.

“The more you struggle,” Xavier began, breathing raggedly, “the more it will hurt.”

“That’s exactly right. Good boy.” Zagan bent to kiss his brow and set the hammer aside. “Now be a love and stay still for your papa while he works.”

“What are you going to do?” Asked in a voice too soft and timid to belong to a demon.

“I thought you might ask. You see, I needed to come up with an appropriate punishment.” Zagan reached into his abdominal cavity and tore out a chunk of his liver, placing it on the carpet beside him while his son howled in agony. The shock and blood loss weren’t enough to kill him, of course, but there would be a great deal of both before Zagan was done.

“It had to fit the crime, else how could the lesson be truly felt?” His stomach joined his liver, spilling its bloody contents as it hit the floor with a sickening plop.

Xavier hadn’t felt pain like this since Hell. He wondered for a moment if he was in Hell. That endless red sky and the ceiling of the church blurred together in his mind while the stone under his back became the rocky banks of that boiling river of blood. He heard a scream—or perhaps a thousand—but no longer registered it as his own.

When his father spoke, he heard it as only an echo.

“I mentioned taking your estate and your belongings but upon reflection, that wouldn’t be a practical solution to the problem. You could always acquire more, and really, what do I want with a bunch of wine and trinkets and land?” The other half of his liver followed, then his spleen and pancreas, all added to the growing pile of viscera.

Zagan turned to Xavier, whose screams had quieted to pained whimpers as he began coughing up torrents of blood. “No matter how you look at it, it would only be an inconvenience to us both. An inconvenience, not a punishment. That was when I realized that there was something I could take from you that would serve as an appropriate punishment.”

The old demon reached into Xavier’s body with both hands this time, ripping through sheet after sheet of connective tissue as he worked to tear out Xavier’s intestines. Messy work but very necessary, although he did find himself wishing he’d brought a blade to speed up the process. But that’s what happened when one was forced to move with haste; things were bound to be forgotten.

To Xavier, that process seemed to take hours. Perhaps it did. He couldn’t help but think it would’ve been kinder to just kill him.

His only comfort was that the shock setting in made his body go almost numb, a small mercy for which he gave profound thanks. It was liable to be the only one he got. He only wished he could go deaf as well, or better yet, fall into blessed unconsciousness so he wouldn’t have to listen to or feel the rending of his flesh.

More hopes he knew would be dashed.

Such was Zagan’s concentration on his task that he fell silent. Humans did have such a lot of parts, but he had gotten most of it. It would do.

He gathered the slippery mass in his hands, considering adding them to the pile before deciding to simply drop them on his son’s lap. They didn’t need to be removed entirely, just moved out of the way.

“Right,” he sighed, looking around at his handiwork while he gathered his thoughts. “Where was I? Ah, yes. Your punishment.”

Zagan scooted a bit closer and tenderly took Xavier’s face in his hands, smiling beatifically as he stroked his son’s cheeks and smeared that handsome face with blood. “I believe you’ve lived in poor dead Christian for quite long enough, my precious one. Don’t you?”

For the second time since this ordeal began, panic took hold of Xavier. Not just a trickle of it, but huge, violent waves that made his adrenaline surge and had him struggling against his restraints despite the burning pain of the iron.

Please, God, let him not have heard correctly. Surely it was the delirium, the blood loss making him think his father had said what Xavier thought he’d just said. Or if had said it, perhaps Xavier just didn’t understand his meaning. It could mean anything, everything. Too much. Was it to be his life, a return to Hell? Was it—

“Settle down, Xavier,” Zagan chided, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. “What did we say, hm? The more you struggle the more it will hurt, and this is going to hurt quite enough without you thrashing about like a landed fish. Settle.”

“Wh-what is?” Xavier’s voice was a raspy, choked sound, devoid of its usual elegance. For all that he struggled—or tried to, before pain and fatigue forced him to stillness—it was a battle to get out every single word. “Fath…father. What are y-you going…?”

“What am I going to do?”

At his son’s jerky nod, Zagan smiled and stroked his face again. “Just what I said. You’ve been living in Christian Deidrich’s body for far too long and it’s time for a change.”

“But w-what—”

“I’m going to take you out of Christian, Xavier. You will be removed from this vessel and placed into a new one.”

Xavier looked at this father in abject horror for a few silent, eternal moments before panic and adrenaline flooded back in with a vengeance.

He began to struggle to free himself in earnest as his father’s words and their full implications sank in. Whatever he’d suffered so far—gut-wrenching reminders of the past, the sear of iron, the removal of his organs—it would be nothing compared to what he knew awaited him now.

At this very moment, even the full weight of what it meant to lose Christian as his vessel couldn’t hold a candle to Xavier’s fear.

This reaction pleased Zagan immensely, and unlike before, he was perfectly happy to let Xavier wear himself out. In this weakened state it was all he’d manage to do, which would only make things easier once the real work began.

Besides, even if by some chance Xavier did tear the wounds around the spikes and freed himself, he was still inside the trap. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Zagan hummed to himself, giving his son’s cheek one last pat before getting to his feet.

One by one, he brought candelabras over to the altar. Not many remained after so many years of the church having been abandoned, but they were enough to give him the light he needed. The larger ones were placed around the perimeter of the trap and the smallest just inside. A single candlestick was placed beside Xavier.

Had he been able to, Xavier would’ve knocked that stupid candle over and set fire to the rug. Something his father probably would’ve considered if he wasn’t so obviously confident that it wouldn’t happen.

Xavier couldn’t deny that he was right to be. Already he was exhausted to the point of giving up. Physically, at least.

“Father…” he wheezed. “Plea…please…don’t—don’t do this to me…”

“Ahhh, I see we’ve moved from anger to bargaining,” Zagan chuckled, returning to his son’s side. “I understand, of course. A new face will be an adjustment after so many decades spent looking at the same reflection in the mirror, but don’t worry, my dear one. You’ll get used it.”

Xavier shook his head, swallowing back more tears. He didn’t want to get used to it. He wanted to remain in his body. No matter how mangled it was, it was his, and leaving it would mean suffering beyond measure in more ways than one.

“The spell…”

His father nodded patiently. “Yes, yes, I know. You locked yourself in. An excellent notion, truly. After all, one can never know who does and does not know an exorcism rite. No doubt it would have spoiled your fun if in the middle of a hunt, your quarry dispatched you back to Hell.”

Zagan stroked his hair again. “Pity that your good judgement should have to hurt you now.”

Tears began to flow freely again as Xavier tugged at his restraints with all the might he had left. It was precious little. “Fat-ther, please…please d-don’t…please…”

“Hush now. Begging won’t save you, Xavier.” Zagan picked up the bowl that until now had sat untouched beside the revolting mess of entrails. “As I’m sure you’ve gathered from the very fact that you’re able to be here, the church we are currently in is no longer consecrated ground. Faith left this place…” he shrugged, “a century ago, perhaps more. But despite that, there is one thing I’m so terribly curious to know.”

He removed the lid. “I wonder…despite the decades of absent devotion…if this water is still holy enough to hurt you.”

“N-nononono wait, don’t—!”

An awful steaming hiss drowned out his protests as Zagan slowly began pouring the bowl’s contents into Xavier’s abdominal cavity.

“You’re making it worse,” he said, raising his voice to make himself heard over the cacophony of tortured screams and howls of demonic pain.

His admonishment fell on deaf ears. The moment the first drop of holy water had touched his mutilated insides, Xavier had begun thrashing about in a desperate, mindless effort to escape from the torment.

Exhaustion had no hope of stilling his movements, even if those movements caused the water to splash and slosh about and cause even more pain. This was beyond the physical, beyond the human. Short of an exorcism this was the greatest suffering that could be inflicted on a demon, and Xavier had the great misfortune of knowing that was precisely what awaited him next.

He screamed, he sobbed, he begged his father to stop. At some point he even succeeded in tearing free of two of the spikes. But still the ordeal continued and would until the bowl was empty.

It would continue even when the bowl was empty, because for all that Xavier had moved about, a good deal of holy water remained on and inside of him. As long as it did, nothing would stop the screaming.

“Shhhh, darling, shhhh,” Zagan cooed at his son, pulling out the spikes that still restrained Xavier’s limbs so he could turn him on his side and empty out the water. It had completed its intended purpose and was thus no longer required.

He eased Xavier onto his back again and picked up the candlestick. “Right. I would very much like to say that’s the worst of it over, but we both know that’s not the case. Tell me, should I bother asking where you carved it?”

Although agonized groans and broken sobs had replaced blood-curdling screams, Xavier wasn’t in any condition to listen to his father, much less respond.

“I thought not. No matter. I have a fair idea which rite you used, and I believe that particular one calls for the inscription to be placed on the spine.”

At last, the true reason for the evisceration revealed.

Zagan brought the candle close to the gaping void that was Xavier’s torso, using its light to find exactly where the spell had been carved into the bone—a slightly easier task now that the holy water had rinsed out most of the blood.

“Ah, there it is.” Zagan tried to make out the symbols to confirm his suspicions. “What did I tell you?” he chuckled, setting aside the candlestick. “Predictable.”

Xavier had been left even weaker than before. His chest barely rose. His skin, already pale from loss of blood, looked gray and lifeless. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t burning in agony. The dread and fear and grief he should have felt eighty-six years ago when the hangman’s noose had been placed around his neck fell upon him now, far more heavily than they would have then.

Still, he had to try just one more time.

With what little strength he had left, Xavier turned to his father. “Please,” he begged, the barely audible whisper ragged and frail. “Father. Please…please don-n’t. You don’t—don’t kn-now…” he gasped for breath, “…what you—you’re take…tak-king…”

There was a beat of silence during which Xavier thought, just for a second, his father looked apologetic.

“But I do,” Zagan murmured, taking Xavier’s bloody, tear-stained face in his hands. He stayed like that for several moments, studying his child’s features one last time. He loved this face. It gave him no pleasure to destroy it. “I know exactly what I’m taking. My beautiful, beautiful boy.”

He bent to place a tender kiss on Xavier’s forehead. “Don’t fret. The pain won’t last. You’ll still be beautiful, I promise. I could never take that from you. You’ll even look like your brother.” He kissed Xavier’s forehead again, his brow, his cheeks, allowing them both the indulgence of true affection for just a moment.

Perhaps it would offer some comfort in the days to come.

Sighing, Zagan took the candlestick again and made another examination of the spell his son had used to lock himself in. It was simple, but perfectly effective against exorcisms and other such attempts to dislodge a demon from their vessel.

The symbols themselves were spread across four vertebrae and, upon closer inspection, appeared to be burned into the bone rather than inscribed. He had no doubt the process had been rather painful; things like this always were.

He reached in and carefully tore the first vertebra from Xavier’s spine, ensuring he removed only bone and nothing else.

Painful, yes, but not as painful as its reversal. Not in his hands.

Zagan recited a small incantation under his breath, brushing his thumb back and forth over the symbols as if merely rubbing away a bit of dust. With every swipe the symbols grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared altogether, leaving behind nothing but clean, unmarred bone.

He held it up to the candlelight and examined it again. Pleased, he tossed it away and pulled out the next one.

Xavier, no longer strong enough to scream, could only groan and sob as his father ripped yet more parts out of his body, overwhelmed by fear and pain.

But there was another sensation as well; an odd, supernatural pull somewhere deep inside his being. It seemed to exist independently of the pain, and had nothing to do with what was happening to him physically.

It did, however, have everything to do with what was happening to him magically. This body, having been technically dead for so many decades, was dying again. In all reality it had already died again, and as his father methodically did away with his lock, Xavier’s hold inside his vessel began to loosen.

By the time the last vertebra was torn from his spine and the symbols on it erased, that hold was all but nonexistent.

“There we are,” said Zagan, sighing again as he smiled to himself. “Now the real work begins.”

Even if he’d been inclined to bother with an exorcism, it was no longer necessary. Given enough time Xavier would be forced to leave Christian’s body on his own, but Zagan wasn’t inclined to wait.

Instead, he reached into his son’s abdominal cavity one last time, thrusting through dead flesh and fractured bone and into the very core of him, physical and metaphysical, feeling around until his hand closed around what he sought.

Making sure to maintain an iron grip on his prize, Zagan ripped Xavier free from what remained of his moorings. When Zagan’s hand emerged, bloody and singed, it held a cloud of oily black smoke that crackled with electricity.

There were no anguished screams to mark this final parting, no sobs or desperate pleas to echo off the stone.

There was only the burnt out, mutilated husk of a body, the scent of sulfur, and a cloud of oily black smoke.

Zagan smiled at the smoke and released it, leaving it free but still stuck inside the demon trap, before pushing the husk out of the way to give himself more room to work.

What came next would require every last ounce of his will and concentration. This was magic he did not inherently possess, and if he could not see his vision clearly, if he could not believe in it wholly, it would not bear fruit.

He closed his eyes, steeling his will as he began to draw every bit of energy in the room outside his own toward him, no matter how small. The remnants of Xavier’s emotion, the electricity of a demon in true form, the lifeforce of the plants surrounding the church—all were taken and absorbed.

Even the candles were drawn in, extinguishing themselves one by one as Zagan pulled their heat and energy close, inserting his will and chanting ancient magic to manipulate the mass of energy to his whim.

And there, in the middle of the demon trap, it slowly began to take form. A single point of light that pulsed and grew as yet more light surrounded and encased it, becoming a womb for an old demon’s creation.

With every pulse, the air shimmered as it regained its charge, making Zagan’s skin prickle and burn to the point of pain. But still he did not buckle, digging even deeper and giving even more of himself as he watched the light become something at once both liquid and solid, something that elongated and molded itself until it resembled a human body.

Almost done.

He looked up at where the cloud of smoke hovered above his head. It would be cleaner to do it in one fell swoop. Faster. Even for a being as old as he was, keeping this level of concentration took its toll. Mere seconds could be the difference between success and miserable failure.

The new vessel was almost complete; the moment it was, he would draw Xavier into it and seal him inside. He had to move quickly, but gingerly, with the precision of a surgeon.

Zagan took a deep breath. Clenching one hand as tightly as he could to hold his creation in place, he used the other to draw his child down and guide him into his new vessel.

A different kind of light began emanating from the body as it was slowly given life. Zagan grit his teeth against the strain as it grew in strength, as he was pushed to the very edge of his limits by the effort of controlling so much raw energy.

No sooner had the last wisp of black smoke disappeared from view than the light burned out with enough force to shatter every window in the crumbling church.

Zagan fell back, utterly exhausted but brimming with triumphant hubris as he gazed upon his creation. His vision, made flesh.

It was perfect.

Zagan spent a few moments catching his breath and recuperating some of his strength, after which he got to his feet to gather himself. He adjusted his sleeves and went to retrieve his coat, brushing off bits of colored glass before slipping it back on. He placed the bowl and the candlestick back on their table, took a piece of glass and sliced through the carpet, breaking the demon trap.

And when he finally approached the unconscious, supine body that now belonged to Xavier, and watched as he drew his first breath, Zagan bent to place a kiss on his forehead.

“Perhaps now you’ll learn,” he whispered. “My beautiful boy.”

A rustle of wings, and Xavier was left alone in the darkness.

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ME AND THE DEVIL – PART ONE

Featuring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 3555

Warning: Smut, Abuse

Notes: This is fiction and not historically accurate. It plays somewhere in the middle of Season 5, after Tommy met Oswald Mosley and became affiliated with him but before he planned to assassinate him.

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You were the oldest daughter of the chief of police in London and married to Oswald Mosley. The marriage between you and Oswald was arranged by your father who was supporting Mosley’s fascist movement.

Your husband was abusive and disrespectful towards you. You despised him and his fascist views. Luckily for you, he didn’t involve you in many political events. You were only obliged to attend functions with him where it benefitted him and his party.

You were aware that he was expanding his party but you didn’t involve yourself with politics, at least so it seemed. You knew that the fascist movement was dangerous and you hoped that, one day, your husband would pay for his sins.

You were not allowed to work, but you were allowed to volunteer at the local orphanage and soup kitchen. As the wife of Oswald Mosley, this was beneficial for his political campaign so he didn’t intervene. Little did he know that this was where you would meet one of his enemies.

Just so it happened that, on a Thursday evening when you were volunteering at the orphanage, you met a mysterious stranger.

Dressed in a comfortable but elegant dress, you unpacked several toys that were delivered from the Womens Association of Birmingham for the children at the orphanage.

The children were excited and you could barely keep up with their demand. Their excitement was overwhelming and their eyes lit up as they took the toys from your hands. It wasn’t often that they received brand new toys and you took joy simply in seeing their excitement. You wanted children of your own, but not with your husband. He wasn’t capable to be a good father and you were glad that, despite numerous attempts, you didn’t conceive.

After years, he told you that you were worthless, not being able to give him a child. But you were somewhat grateful for it. It also meant that he no longer bothered to force you to sleep with him, which never was pleasurable in any sort of way. You were pleased to learn that, after years of abuse, he found whores to be of more interest to him than you.

The work at the orphanage took you away from your miserable life. Working with children was pure joy for you and gave you the courage to inform on your husband to the communist partry. You did it for them, so that they can grow up in a world free from oppression. Your husband was the devil and you knew that very well.

Just as you went to get the last box of toys from the van, a man approached you from behind.

‘Please, let me help you with this’ the man said, taking the heavy box from your hands. He could see that you were struggling with its weight. After all, you were of small statue.

‘Thank you, Mr…’ you said in a way you would usually ask a question.

‘Shelby. Thomas Shelby’ the man said as he walked inside with you.

You showed him where to place the box so that you could unpack it as, all of a sudden, one of the nuns from the orphanage walked towards you from the hallway.

‘Please, Mr Shelby, you do not need to do this’ the nun said with a hasty voice.

‘But it’s my pleasure’ Tommy said as he opened the box and helped you unpack it.

‘Thank you’ you said with a shy smile as you couldn’t help it but stare into his bright blue eyes.

‘No thank you for the work you are doing here Y/N. It is admirable’ Tommy said with a warm smile.

‘I take joy in it’ you said before asking him how he knew your name.

Your question caused Tommy to point to your name tag.

You flushed immediately. Of course, he can read.

‘Very informal’ Tommy said as he observed that the name tag only had your first name on it.

‘Well, I like to be the children’s friend. I am not one of the mistresses or teachers here. I simply volunteer’ you said whilst, the truth was, you were embarrassed of who you were. Y/N Mosley, the wife of a fascist. Of course, you weren’t going to tell him that.

‘We need more kind hearted people like you in a world like this Y/N’ Tommy said as he unpacked the last toy from the box.

‘Please, you make me blush Mr Shelby’ you said shyly while looking up into his piercing blue eyes again.

He was much older than you, probably the same age as your husband, but he was incredibly attractive. Unlike your husband, he appeared kind hearted in his own way.

‘My apologies, it wasn’t my attention to make you uncomfortable’ Tommy said with a smile.

‘It’s quite alright Mr Shelby. Thank you again for helping with this’ you said as you were wondering why he was at the orphanage.

‘Tell me, why are you here? What is your business?’ you asked with curiosity.

‘I am having a meeting with Miss Walsh at 4 o’clock to discuss the funding of the new library for the orphanage. As you know, the orphanage has the facility on site. It’s unused and will need to be fenced. And of course, we will need books’ Tommy said. You could hear the passion in his voice for the project.

‘Are you funding it?’ you asked bluntly.

‘My late wife’s charity is. She cared deeply for children who were abandoned or lost their parents in the war’ Tommy explained.

‘She seemed like a wonderful woman and I am sorry for your loss Mr Shelby’ you said.

‘She was and thank you for your kind words Y/N’ Tommy said.

‘May I offer you a tea? Just while you wait for Miss Walsh?’ you asked.

Tommy agreed and you sat down in the reading room for 15 minutes before Miss Walsh arrived.

You enjoyed your conversation with Tommy. He seemed like a smart man, elegant, firm and yet kind hearted.

The conversations you had were mostly about the orphanage and plans for the education of the children. You loved to read and you liked the idea of a library. You shared ideas for fundraisers and it was evident to you that Tommy was intrigued by you. His eyes wandered everywhere, from your face, down to your hands, which is where he noticed your wedding ring.

‘You are married. Do you and your husband have children?’ Tommy asked.

‘No, we do not. How about you Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

‘A son and a daughter’ Tommy said.

‘Then you are lucky’ you responded just as Miss Walsh arrived.

You said goodbye to Tommy and, just as he was about to leave with Miss Walsh, he asked you whether you would be interested to help with the establishment of the library since you were familiar with literature.

You were surprised that a man like him would personally involve himself with a project like this. It was more common for rich men to simply provide the funds. But, he seemed to care for this particular project, so you agreed.

A few weeks after your encounter with Tommy, the books arrived and you volunteered to sort them and arrange the library for the children.

Tommy came by one afternoon to see how the project came along and offered you his assistance. But most of the time it was his sister Ada who attended the library to catalogue the books with you.

She was a kind woman, socially aware and most defiantly in favour of the communist movement.

Despite your numerous discussions about politics, Ada never thought to mention that her brother Tommy was a politician himself. In fact, she didn’t like to speak about him at all.

Another week later, you were surprised to see Tommy at the library at lunch time.

‘Good Afternoon Y/N’ Tommy said as he brought in another box of books.

‘Mr Shelby, I am surprised to see you’ you said. This was your third encounter with Tommy and you were pleased to see him. You were intrigued by him.

‘I thought you could use some help since my sister is busy with errands today’ Tommy said.

‘So, you came here to help me catalogue books?’ you said sheepishly.

‘Making appearances Y/N, that’s all’ he said as he began to unpack the books.

‘Thank you, Mr Shelby, but…’ you said and before you could continue, Tommy interrupted you.

‘Please, just call me Tommy’ he said as he handed you the books.

You climbed up the ladder to put them onto the higher shelves just as Tommy advised you that, the truth was, that he had meeting with Miss Walsh again but that he set aside some time for the library beforehand.

Tommy and you talked for a while as you shelved the books. You noticed his eyes gaze over you again on several occasions in particular when you stepped up the ladder. He was clearly looking at your ass, possibly even your underwear, but you didn’t mind.

Every time you came down from the ladder, he stood uncomfortably close to you, so close that you could smell the scent of his aftershave. It smelled like musk and he was clearly chewing mint, probably to hide the smell of the cigarettes.

He was handsome, very handsome and the look he gave you every time he handed you more books from the table was intense. A look of want and desire. Or were you imagining it?

Unfortunately, your encounter with him only lasted for about thirty minutes before he had to excuse himself in order to meet with Miss Walsh.

You said goodbye to Tommy with a warm smile and received a smile in return.

Just after he left, you went on with cataloguing the books. It was a slow process and you were the only volunteer on duty that day. Your husband approved. Doing community service was beneficial to his party and political goals. It shows that him and his family care for the community.

But you simply did it because you felt it was right and gave you a purpose.

You spent nearly every day at the library and almost all books were catalogued.

After another half an hour, you had one more box to shelf for the day. You were focused, your mind entirely with the books.

To your surprise, just as you stepped down from the ladder to grab more books for the top shelf, your face was just above Tommy’s face. You couldn’t believe that he was there. You never heard him come back.

‘How long have you been standing there?’ you asked as your foot touched the floor.

‘A few minutes, just enough to admire the view’ he said sheepishly and you weren’t sure whether to smack or kiss him.

But, before you could make up your mind, he leaned in and took the kiss he’s been desperate for since the moment you’ve met.

The kiss was gentle at first, brushing his lips against yours a couple of times, then locking them together in a haste, allowing your tongues to explore each other.

You had never been kissed this way before and gave into him completely.

Your mind told you to stop, to push him away. You didn’t know this man and if your husband was to find out, it would be detrimental for the both of you.

But in your heart, you wanted this so badly. This and so much more.

As your tongues played with each other, coyly at first, then like long-lost lovers, Tommy’s hands ran over your back all the way down to your ass.

His lips tasted sweet and his hands sent shivers through your body.

Without breaking the kiss, Tommy’s hands wandered beneath your skirt, gently and passionately.

‘Not here. The reading area’ you whispered just after you broke away from the kiss.

Tommy nodded just before he planted his mouth just above your clavicle.

While planting gentle kisses over you, Tommy navigated to one of the long desks in the reading area.

He was so gentle, a feeling that was unfamiliar to you. Despite the fact that you barely knew him, you somehow trusted him and wanted him.

Just as your back hit the desk, Tommy lifted you up to sit on it before gently pushing your legs apart.

He moved in between your legs while continuing to kiss you. His skilled fingers began unbuttoning your white blouse, revealing your lace bra.

No words were spoken as Tommy ran his index fingers down the inside of the straps of your bra, over the edges of the cups, then down your cleavage, all while gazing his eyes over your body.

He kept this tease up until you got impatient. Your breathing became heavy as he pulled the bra down, freeing your breasts. Your areolas were covered in goosebumps and your nipples were puffed up. The reading lamp lit all your curves in titillating contrast and you could that Tommy enjoyed what he was seeing.

Not ever had a man looked at you with such desire. You only ever been with one man, your husband, and this was new territory. You actually enjoyed yourself and were feeling guilty about it.

‘So beautiful’ Tommy whispered just before his lips kissed, licked and sucked their way to your stiff nubs on your breasts.

His hands cupped, squeezed and kneaded your smooth flesh and you moaned deeply and gripped the edge of the desk behind you.

Tommy flicked the tip of his tongue across your nipple before nibbling naughtily around it. Not ever had anyone paid such attention to your breasts and you started to feel something that was unfamiliar to you.

You could feel a tingling sensation build up in between your legs and your lace panties were getting wet.

Just as Tommy continued to stimulate your breasts, you gasped and threw your head back as his teeth ever-so-gently brushed up against your nubs again.

Tommy’s hands soon moved from your breasts down beneath your skirt, brushing over the inside of your thighs.

You pushed your legs together for a moment, unsure whether to give in or not.

You despised being touched there by your husband but this was actually enjoyable.

‘Do you want me to stop?’ Tommy asked, noticing your reluctance.

‘No, please don’t’ you said as you decided to let him proceed, opening your legs again.

You were slightly embarrassed by the wetness pooling in between your legs but, to your surprise, Tommy seemed pleased with it.

‘You are so wet Love’ he smirked as his fingers finally brushed over your panties just before he crashed his lips back onto yours.

You moaned into the kiss as his fingers pulled aside your panties and you could feel his finger tips roam over your entrance.

You tried hard to relax as Tommy’s fingers ran up and down your slit and started spread your juices.

He teased your entrance, just slipping in a single finger and only to his first knuckle.

This must be what foreplay was all about you thought as you kept giving in to your moans.

‘Tommy’ you moaned, desperate for more and, just like that, Tommy suddenly bit your neck gently while plunging his finger deep inside you.

Your moans turned to a gasp and a whimper as pleasure flooded your senses. You knew that Tommy had just left a hickey and, whilst you should be concerned, it just made you even wetter.

Tommy kept kissing and biting your neck as he added another finger inside of you and explored you with his fingers. The tip of his finger found many crevices but, unbeknownst to you, he was searching for your g-spot.

‘Fuck, oh god’ you screamed all of a sudden as Tommy’s fingers pressed upwards, earning you smirk from Tommy.

He had just found what he was looking for and, based on your reaction, it was evident to him that he was the first to have found your sweet spot.

Just as he relieved the pressure inside you, he pushed his fingers up again, and again, each time causing you to moan loudly.

‘Shh Love, one of the nuns might hear you’ Tommy whispered sheepishly just as he pulled his fingers out of you.

All these sensations were unfamiliar to you.

‘Please don’t stop’ you pleaded. It felt so good.

Tommy pulled you close for another kiss to shallow your moans before slipping his fingers back inside of you.

His fingers began to push against your g-spot again, running smooth circles and stimulating it just the right way. You were panting. It was ecstasy and you could feel an unfamiliar tension build up in your stomach.

‘I am going to make you come now Love. Try to be quiet’ Tommy said and you had literally no idea what he was talking about until, all of a sudden, he pushed into you with more force.

Your whimpers soon turned into shouts and you clenched onto Tommy’s arms firmly.

It wasn’t long until Tommy could feel your walls tighten around his two fingers.

‘Oh my god’ you moaned before you held your breath, not knowing what was happening to you as you felt your orgasm roll through your body.

‘That's it Love’ Tommy said satisfied as he continued to stimulate you.

You gasped as electricity shot up and down your spine while Tommy kissed you again to soften your screams.

He could hear footsteps approach and quickly withdrew his fingers.

‘Mr Shelby, is everything alright?’ one of the nuns asked loudly.

‘Yes, I am just helping with the books’ Tommy said with a grin on his face as he rearranged his pants to deal with his throbbing erection.

You were quick to button up your blouse before the nun approached.

‘I just thought I could hear a scream, that’s all’ the nun said.

‘Yes, that was me, I caught a splinter from the ladder and Mr Shelby just helped me get it out from my finger’ you said, your face still flushed and your hair messy.

‘Mr Shelby, if you do have a minute, Mr Connel would like to discuss the article in the paper for your campaign’ the nun said. ‘We thought that you had left but when I saw your car I hoped that I would find you here’ she added.

‘Of course’ Tommy said and, just like that he left.

‘It was nice to see you Y/N. Perhaps we meet again sometime soon’ he said with a grin as he followed the nun.

‘Likewise, Mr Shelby’ you responded.

You wanted to so much more but, since you almost got caught, it was probably for the better that you didn’t take this further.

You were hoping to see Tommy again but, for the next couple of weeks, he didn’t attend the orphanage.

You asked his sister Ada about him with some curiosity.

‘My brother is probably busy in Westminster. Although, who knows. I have given up on following politics. Why are you asking?’ Ada said.

‘Politics? Is Thomas a politician?’ you asked surprised and slightly concerned.

‘Yes, he is a member of parliament. Did you not know?’ Ada asked surprised.

‘I had no idea’ you said, wondering whether he knew your husband and whether you were nothing but a political stunt. Was this planned by an opponent? Did Tommy know who you were? Or was it a sheer mistake?

All these thoughts were wandering through your mind as Ada was talking to you and you didn’t listen to a single word she said.

‘Y/N? Are you alright?’ Ada asked.

‘Yes sorry, I am fine’ you said just before finishing up for the day. You had to make your way home soon before dinner.

You excused yourself and headed home. The thoughts however wouldn’t leave your head.

Your husband wasn’t home when you arrived. As usual, he was either with your sister or at the whorehouse.

You didn’t care much and enjoyed the nights on your own. You were no longer sharing a bedroom but you hated to cross his way when he was around. A black eye here and there or some bruises and scratches were the norm when he was there.

The next morning, Oswald walked through the door at around 8 o’clock, just in time for breakfast.

‘Did you buy yourself a dress for tonight?’ he asked after shouting at the maid. The coffee was too cold for his liking.

‘Oswald, please’ you said, trying to reason with him as the maid left rather upset.

‘Then you get the fucking coffee, wife!’ Oswald shouted and you got up, taking his cup and walking towards the kitchen.

‘There you go’ you said as you returned with a fresh cup from the kitchen.

‘See, that wasn’t that hard now, was it? Even my fucking wife could manage’ he said to the maid as he took a sip.

‘Now dear, did you get yourself a dress? Something outstanding for the gala?’ Oswald asked.

‘Of course. You will approve. It is very elegant and expensive’ you said.

‘Good. We need to make an impression. You will meet the new members of my party and, as you know, all politicians judge each other. There is no room for mistakes’ Oswald explained.

‘Of course, I understand. Now would you please excuse me. I will need to freshen up’ you said before Oswald waived you away

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