#you're one awkward turn away from from being naked fresh out of shower and this dude here pining about wilson on your bed
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CUDDY...cuddycuddycuddycudyycudd. .. ... . . .
GIRL.
#house md#gregory house#lisa cuddy#james wilson#screencap#s07e12 “you must remember this”#oh do i remember this#im sorry huddy you could've been written better#CUDDY CMON#you're one awkward turn away from from being naked fresh out of shower and this dude here pining about wilson on your bed#“Wilson fetish” yeah right#dump his ass#leave these awful idiots to eachother#“hE's nOt suPPoSeD tO bE aLoNE”#guck off#the second one of them isn't happy anymore the other's life mission is to fix it
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best friends dad.
levi ackerman x freader.
includes : dub con - [ age gap ] , smut, swearing, daddy kink, squirting. pretty much porn with no plot.
wc : 2,7k
a/n, thank you for 600 followers !!! <33 i love every single one of you.
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She's your best friend, your closest ally, your soul sister.
She has been there with you through thick and thin, since youth, you two took showers together as children, ate off the same plate, went on countless vacations, share the same clothes. What would your life be without her?
Your behavior prevails to be horrendous.
It catches you when you're alone, or when there's nothing to distract you. Creeping up, lingering around your soul- guilt- quite the foe.
You lay on your bed, shame depleting you the more you remained in silence, left alone with your thoughts. Staring at the soft white ceiling, the sun scarcely pouring through the cracks of the shades, rendering it impossible to fall back asleep.
It was eating you alive, it was driving you nuts, you were so selfish. It was too late to go back on this.
And this isn't even the worst part of it all...
Your fathers are best friends, also close since childhood. Being neighbors, your mothers were close too, you all were practically family.
Hence, it boils down to one thing- one simple, and easy question.
That being, why was your 'second father' mere inches away from you, naked, barely covered by a sheet, and sleeping in your bed?
Yet, as disgusted as you are with yourself, you're turning to face the sleeping man, placing a small kiss below his ear, his arms instantaneously fastening around your frame, pulling you closer to his body, he loves when you wake him up like this, you're both accustomed to this routine.
After all, you did sleep in the same bed more often than you'd like the admit.
Living alone in your apartment made it easier for the both of you to be with each other, though your best friend resided here, she was at college, living in a dorm out of state for extended periods.
He told his wife and other children the ridiculous excuse, 'I'll be back in a week or so, on business' and he'd come straight to you. Always. With take-out dinner, a duffle over his shoulder, and a plethora of condoms in his pocket.
Call it disturbing, but it's almost perverse to give his wife kudos, 'no wonder you tied the knot.' because shit, you wish you could.
No one knows about the infidelity, so it was fun to sneak around; since becoming an adult, that's when family dinners with the neighbors took a turn, your body filled with a mix of excitement and angst almost every Friday.
He always sits next to you, to your right, hand secretly placed on your thigh under the tablecloth. He finds himself unable to resist your body.
The second you turned eighteen he was ready to pounce, he couldn't take his eyes off you.
He's so good at what he does, he knows how to sneak around, he always plays his cards right, he knew you couldn't resist the temptation; the temptation of your best friend's father.
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How it started was almost too cliché.
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"Hey, is y/f/n home? We're supposed to be getting ready to go out, she's not answering my texts."
"She's not home, likely caught up at work."
You nod, "how about you come in and wait?" he allows you in, "what's the occasion?" he laughs, plopping down on the couch, you sit on the other side, placing your dress, makeup bag, and shoes on the floor beside your feet.
"A friend's birthday dinner, she just turned eighteen." He smiles, looking back at the television, "she's always making us late." You chuckle, your phone going off at the same time, Levi watching your thumbs frantically respond to the disappointing message.
"She won't be off for another few hours." Levi sighs, "I'll just hang out in her room until then."
"You can stay down here, you're not in my way." He quickly replies, you accept his offer and slip off your shoes.
"How's your mom?" he changes the topic, standing and walking out of the room towards the direction of the kitchen, "and your dad."
"Both good, how about you and-"
"Good." he interrupts, returning with a glass in his hands, likely a glass of whiskey, that was his go-to.
Oddly enough, you felt unsettled being alone with him, something inside of you remained nervous, but not necessarily a bad sentiment.
You didn't spend much time with Levi alone, most of the time it was with your father and y/f/n, so you sat quietly, both watching the screen mounted on the wall in front of you.
Little did you know, he was feeling the same way, awkward and nervy.
"Do you need to get ready at any particular time?" he cuts the silence.
"Uhm, I didn't expect to wait, because I have to shower."
He hums in agreement, "you can shower here if you want." You didn't even bat an eye, standing and saying 'okay', trotting upstairs towards your best friend's room, dropping all your belongings on the floor.
Leaving the room, you're opening the linen closet to retrieve a towel and head straight for the bathroom.
This was your second home, why leave the bathroom door locked while you showered?
His leg tapped in anticipation, he knew now was such a perfect time, he had to do something about how he was feeling.
Levi told himself that this feeling would pass, he was disgusted in himself.
The first time he found himself with his hand wrapped around his cock, making himself cum to the thought of his daughter's best friend.
He had never thought about you sexually, it was almost like a switch was flipped when you came home, stumbling drunk with his daughter the night of your birthday to avoid your own parents, you were now an adult, and that's when things changed.
He thought about you in so many twisted ways, and the fetish only grew- it grew day by day, month by month.
Now, you were only a few months shy of nineteen, in college, in your own living space, independent, he loved it; and every day, he prayed to God he'd stop feeling so guilty about his vices.
But he was trapped, stewing on his thoughts before he went to bed at night, on the way to work, waking up in the morning- he only thought about you. He needed to do something.
He found his feet quickly moving up the stairs, entering his bedroom, and pacing, this was sure as hell a tough dilemma, but he knew he could get you to see it too.
"Levi, I- uh, need some help."
Like it was a blessing, a foot in the door, he's now knocking before you allow him in, you stand there only in a towel, hair wet and your body dripping with water, "the thing won't turn off, I'm sorry."
He could barely swallow, "I'll fix it."
The hot steam made him overwhelmed, the fresh smell of the strawberry-scented body wash that you had after your shower was sending him into a frenzy.
You stood there, watching him turn the hot water off, you acknowledged how close you were to him, naked except for the towel, he was so close to your legs, your wet body.
He stood straight after fixing the faucet, wiping his hands on his shirt, "thanks."
You step around him, down the hall, and towards your friend's room, "y/n," turning, Levi's there, in the hallway, a few feet behind you, "I need to talk to you."
He knew now was the only time he could fix this disgusting fixation he has on you.
You pursued him, you followed him straight to his bedroom, you allowed him to close the door behind you; you felt his hands grab your own, pinning them above your head against the wall.
You allowed him to kiss you, you kissed him back, and you savored the taste of him. It was almost like you didn't allow your mind to register what you were doing.
"I've been meaning to do this." He breathes, catching up on his lack of oxygen.
You didn't say anything, your towel was coming loose, his free hand encircling around the small of your back, pulling you against him, "Levi." You uttered, his head dips down, kissing your lips as he's whisking you off your feet and onto his shared bed with his wife.
Your legs wrap around his waist, his elbows propped up beside your head, his tongue swiping across your lip, you do the same, what the fuck were you doing?
You pull away from him, "Levi- this is bad." Hand pressing against his shoulder, pushing him off of you gently, "this is so bad."
He moves his hand through his hair, "no one has to know."
"I gotta' go get dressed," yet your legs don't move, "fuck- fuck this is bad, she's gonna hate me."
"No, no she won't," he objects, pushing you onto your back, "you want it, don't you?"
Your stomach was doing backflips, nauseated almost. You saw his tight body, you've always loved it- like a father.
You felt his cock between your legs instants earlier, you didn't comprehend just how willing you were; how wet you were between your legs.
"Let me show you," throwing off his shirt, "don't worry, no ones gonna know,"
He sees the look on your face, stunned.
"Don't you trust me?" your head was spinning.
"I do."
Your head is pushed onto his pillow, making sure he doesn't strip you of your towel just yet.
The feeling of performing something so bad, so disturbing, so sinful, it was driving you nuts, your stomach twisted, filled with butterflies as you saw the man strip in front of you. This was really happening.
"Open."
Your legs open, but you hold your towel down, feeling his eyes bore into you, "you can show me."
His hands open your legs, gasping, he's kissing you again, laying between your legs with just his boxers severing the direct touch.
"God, this fucking body."
The towel slipping down your chest, his hands instantly cupping your tits, the now, cold droplets of water from your shower making your nipples twice as hard, he smiles, "you've always been so beautiful- so innocent too, you know that?" his hands trail down your sides, feeling your flesh in his palms, up to your thighs.
You felt so dirty, you wanted more, you wanted him to touch every inch of your body, you wanted to feel secure and full, "you want me to touch you don't you. You want it?" he sees your pleading eyes, he sees how hungry you looked, he brings his hand to your beck, squeezing your jugular, "say it, use your words.”
“I do, but y/f/n, Levi.” Your words meant one thing, but your actions were proving another. You didn't know how much you needed this- how much you longed to be touched by a man who helped raise you.
It made you sick, but fuck, it felt so good, “you want it, just as I do,” he pulls back, taking his hand and forcing open your mouth, “here.”
He wet his fingers with your saliva, ripping the towel that barely covered your lower half. “Look at how pretty, so wet too.”
You hiss, his finger pressing down against your clit, your thigh spasming from the harsh pressure against your nerves, “I’m gonna make you cum, you want that, right?”
“Yes, please make me cum.” You plead, his thumb still pressing hard against your bud, “f-fuck!” your legs slamming around his arm.
“Open those legs, I didn't say you could close them.” He commands, getting a better look at your pussy, his hand moving down the threads of his boxers with his free hand, cock springing from his constraints.
“Spit.” He steals more alive from your tongue, using it to lubricate his cock; he was thick, girthy with few veins decorating up the bottom to right below the tip. His chest heaving, hands pinning up your thighs, your legs wide open for him to see.
You whined, his throbbing tip teasing you by soaking up your slick, he was so painfully hard- the way he knocked against the tight hole in front of him.
“You want my cock? You want your other daddy to fuck you, huh?” You nod, eyes begging with every ounce of your entity.
You nod desperately, “please- fuck me.”
He obeys, gripping your thighs, pressing them upwards as he’s leaning down towards you, slowly sliding past your entrance.
Splitting you open, immense pressure brings you to screams, your eyes screwed shut as you spit out the man's name.
“Can barely fit- fuck.” His shoulders lax, cock seeping deeper into your pussy.
He pushes back and forth into you, the sound of your pussy juicing around his cock filled the room as you two take in the feeling of each other's touch.
“S’big- so big, Levi.” Your tongue lols out, he takes it as a welcome to capture your lips, sucking on your tongue as you mewl against his mouth.
He pulls away from you, “say my name,” he groans, “say it, what's my name?” his cock filling you so well, you could say many things; tears brimming your eyes as he's stabbing your cervix with his tip.
You wail, gasping for air, “daddy- please harder!”
His hips piston into you, slamming against yours as he's speeding up, cock ramming into you senselessly, harder thrusts when he hears you call him by his name, fucking you stupid.
“Go on and cum all over my cock, you're so close- fuck- you keep squeezing me-” he can barely contain himself.
But he keeps pace, the sweet spot in the depths of your pussy being abused, pussy squelching with every rut of his wide hips.
You're so close, inching closer towards release, a mantra of his name rolling out of your mouth, you feel so full, packed to the fucking brim.
The weight of his body on top of yours, cock reaching impossible lengths inside of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, chest glistening with sweat, “so good, creaming all over my dick, yeah? You love it.” He boasts, you whined, mouth agape.
“So close- daddy- so close.”
“Do it, you're so tight- fuck, can't get over it.”
The coil in your stomach tightening, your body going numb as he rips an incredible orgasm out of your weak body, “that's right, squirt all over my cock, God this pussy s’ fuckin’ amazing.”
He slowed down, bearing his high, watching as your cum drips down your pussy, his thighs and stomach soaked with your essence as it drips down his thighs. Amazed at the sight, he continues to steadily fuck into your convulsing walls, you're body shaking from the debilitating orgasm.
You squeeze your eyes shut, your eyes surrounded by a starry white, wet noises driving Levi closer to climax, the sheets below the both of you soaked, “open those eyes.” He commands.
You open your eyes, legs squeezing tighter around his sides, “you’re gonna swallow my cum, right baby?” he sees you nod your head, needy to taste him down your throat.
He provides you with a few strong thrusts, before slowly pulling out of you, your hand quickly wrapping around the base of his cock, rolling out your tongue like a whore.
You take his tip on the pad of your tongue, swirling around, his eyebrows scrunching from the sensitive touch, “fuck, so fuckin’ perfect,” hand coming down to caress your head before dipping his fingers between the- still wet hair from your shower.
He twitches, releasing his load in your mouth, the salty taste tainting your tastebuds, he watches it coat your tongue, catching his breath as he's seeing you swallow every drop of cum, his thumb strokes across your bottom lip, smirking.
“Look at the mess you made, now I have to clean these sheets.” Gripping your hair between his digits, he's pushing your head down to look at the damp sheets, you gnaw on your bottom lip.
He pushes you back down on the bed, sloppily kissing your red and swollen lips once more.
“That cunt is just as good as I thought it was.”
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Serva me, Servabo te
save me and I will save you
pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader
genre: angst, smut, slight enemies to lovers
word count: 8.5k | reading time: 45 min
chapter summary: Taehyung and you can't stop bickering, even after what happened. But something brings you closer.
warnings: Dom!Tae, sub!reader, protected vaginal sex, super tiny blowjob ig, slight chocking, dirty talk,
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Chapter 6: Behind closed doors
Sometimes, you're having such an amazing dream that you don't want to wake up. Not even when you can feel the wakeful consciousness prying the images from your brain with force, when things start to make less and less sense, and events are repeated in an attempt to keep dreaming. And you have started to be aware of the sounds around the room, the position your body is in, the way your eyelids are heavily closed, and you're not sure if you simply don't want to move, or if you are unable to.
But just as you're wishing to remember the dream and all of its details, the moment you open your eyes, you have already forgotten it.
You were confused for a second as to why you were in your room. Or perhaps the confusion came from why you were in your room, alone- having already gotten used to some company. Then the memories from the previous night presented themselves; the way you had almost fallen asleep in Taehyung's arms and he had helped you walk upstairs and tucked you under the covers. You think the dream that you were failing to recall now might have been what your subconscious guessed -or hoped- could have happened next. If he hadn't left you alone.
But he wasn't there with you; perhaps his presence could have distracted you enough not to think about the consequences of your actions. But you were all alone and free to overthink, regret, agonize. It all felt like the worst hangover, and you weren't even drunk. Like Taehyung was some type of drug you got hooked on from the very first night; you craved him and would do anything to have him at the moment, then could only pull yourself together after it was all over. And you feared leaving now would result in you experiencing withdrawal.
Your phone buzzed -it was plugged in to charge even though you know it wasn't you who did that- and you realized it was that same sound that had slowly woken you up. You found the strength to roll over and grab it. A couple of missed calls; a couple of texts. Yoonji, obviously. You sighed, thinking about how you weren't ready to face reality yet and especially not to deal with your roommate, but when you read the most recent text you jumped off the bed.
"WE NEED TO TALK ! !"
Oh, no. Not all caps. Not two exclamation points, with spaces, too. There was no more time to dwell on anything, you were out the door before you could even blink. And you ran downstairs, looking around all the empty rooms.
"Taehyung!" you shouted but got no reply. He was nowhere, yet again. You dashed back upstairs to look into his room, that one empty, too, but heard noises when you passed by the bathroom door. "Taehyung?" You called again, and after a moment of silence, he answered.
"Yeah?" His voice was coming from inside, and you almost acted out from instinct to open the door. Luckily you stopped yourself, exhaled heavily through your nose while shaking your head and biting your cheek.
"Did you tell Jimin what happened?" you snarled.
"What?" he called, sounding confused.
"Did you- oh, jeez!" You quickly averted your gaze when the bathroom door swung open and a naked Taehyung was standing behind it.
"What are you talking about?" he simply asked, very casual. So casual it made your eyes follow his voice, ever so briefly, and out of the corner, you noticed he wasn't actually completely naked. You hesitantly turned your head back forward, still avoiding looking at him directly because of the way it made your face catch on fire.
Taehyung was standing by the door with a towel wrapped around his lower half. His dark hair appeared even darker due to the water dripping from his locks, down his shoulders. And everything else was exposed; his sharp collarbones, his soft tummy, the small trail of hair in the middle of his chest and right before the towel began. You lost your train of thought altogether. Flustered and awkward, mumbling your words but saying nothing.
Taehyung enjoyed your blushing state for a moment, rubbing his chest with a palm, mostly to draw your attention on him again, before he decided to help you out. "Tell Jimin what?"
Oh, right. "Uh- what... happened." He kept looking at you as if he didn't know what you were talking about. "Last night," you continued, but he still just raised his eyebrows at you, as if he wanted you to say it out loud. You rolled your eyes and took a breath to find the courage. "Did you tell Jimin that we made out last night?"
He chuckled, clearly amused by the way you had described it; like you hadn't done much more than that. "No," he finally humored you and you sighed in relief. "Why did you think I did?"
You shrugged. "Yoonji was all dramatic about wanting to tell me something and I just thought..."
"Hm, well, you thought wrong," he said matter-of-factly. And he looked at you with such a stare, you suddenly didn't know what to do with yourself. You felt bad for the possibility even crossing your mind.
Your eyes down on the floor, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat. "And... you're not going to tell him, right?"
"Do you want me to?" You shook your head at his question and he raised an eyebrow fleetingly. "Then I won't." He agreed, but you still felt like he was judging you. You felt like you were doing something so, so wrong and you couldn't even wrap your head around what it was. What could be worse than what you had already done?
"Alright, then..." you murmured, biting your lip and avoiding his direct eye contact once again. "Can we both make a promise? What happens in this Manor, stays in this Manor."
You noticed the corner of his mouth lift up, and he leaned in closer. "Sure. Everything that happened, and everything that will happen the next few days, it's all forgotten the moment we step out of the door," he whispered with a smirk. Then turned his head to force you to look into his eyes. "Is that what you want?"
You could see the satisfaction in having gotten you flustered again written all over his face. The implication alone of his -and your- words had your skin running cold. And perhaps you wanted to scoff at him, put him in his place; tell him nothing else would be happening. But it was more likely you'd be lying. It was more likely you didn't want to make such a promise.
So you avoided responding completely. "I'm going to go take a shower," you announced, turning away.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he called after you before you had managed to disappear from his sight.
You paused and glanced at him through your shoulder. "No."
"I'll make something, then."
You offered him a quick nod and got in your room. And finally, you could breathe. It was the awkwardness of your first day there all over again, but so different, and so much worse. At least at the beginning, he was pretending not to remember anything; now there was no such comforting thought anymore. Not only did he know, he probably knew more than you; as in he could read your thoughts better than you could interpret them yourself. When you didn't even want to admit how much you liked his lips on yours, he definitely could tell.
And now what? You couldn't understand from your brief interaction what was supposed to happen next. Would you continue your days normally like nothing happened, or would it only get worse from now on? You had a hunch he would go for the second choice. But you didn't know what you wished for.
Your phone had no signal again; you couldn't even see what your drama queen of a roommate wanted to talk about. With the reassurance that it was (probably) nothing that you had done, however, you could go take that shower you had promised. Well, your mind was still being tortured with unneeded worries and scenarios, but at least Yoonji was one thing less to worry about. It's not like you would ever be truly free from Taehyung, anyway. Especially not after the image you had seen earlier.
Damn, he looked like a whole snack. No matter how much of an ass he was, you could never lie about that.
Your bed was made when you got back in that room, sheets smelling fresh. This time you thought about the housekeepers, not the man. Even though you had still never seen anyone else in that house, and it was eerie, to say the least, how they managed to avoid you so perfectly every time, but you just had to believe there was someone there. You had to, otherwise, you didn't know what you'd believe.
You could smell the fried bacon even when you were still upstairs. Taehyung really didn't have to go so hard every time he did anything; you would be fine with just something light, for a change. But no, he had to make a whole meal every day, didn't he? What was he trying to prove? It wouldn't change your mind about him. Or maybe it did, a little bit, when you decided to wear again the cleaned dress he had complimented you on. Like you craved his approval.
"What's all of this?" you said once you walked into the kitchen and the table was full. Two eggs, sunny side up, on each plate with a couple of bacon stripes next to them, fried white cheese, and sliced tomatoes. Just on the plates. Then there was what looked like oatmeal on an extra bowl topped with nuts and fruit, slices of bread accompanied by honey and butter, freshly squeezed orange juice, and filter coffee. "This is a whole hotel buffet!" It definitely overshadowed your pudding.
Taehyung flashed you a grin before pushing his still wet hair back and setting the final touch, the cutlery, on the table. "I thought you'd be hungry." He didn't finish the sentence, which would clearly go something like "after I made you pass out last night."
You chewed on your lip, hating that he was so obviously right, you couldn't even try to hide it. But you still kept your head high as you sat down. "You know, I often skip breakfast, anyway. All of this is really unnecessary."
He pointed at you with a scowl. "Unacceptable! You should never, ever skip breakfast." Then he sat down diagonally from you.
You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever. This isn't breakfast, this is what I eat in a day."
He cocked his head to the side, a smile being suppressed on his lips, as he picked his fork up to dig in first. "I can't say I didn't warn you about my cooking skills and the effort I put in the next day."
Gosh, he made you so mad. You were this close to telling him to go back to pretending he didn't even know you; so much better than having to listen to him brag about you like you were just another conquest. And the worse part is that you willingly let that happen. And that you're still not in your car, driving back home. Maybe you're just all talk and no action. You keep saying how much you hate him, but really, why don't you act like it?
"You don't have to try so hard to make me fall for you, though," you answered eventually, starting to eat one of the eggs.
"Is that because you have already fallen for me?"
You shot him a glare. "I thought I already made it pretty clear how I feel about you."
Taehyung snorted loudly with his eyes wide. "Right, crystal clear. Absolutely no mixed signals at all!"
You let your hand drop on the table with a thud. "You're insufferable."
He took another bite and smiled at you smugly. "If I am so, you could always leave."
Your mouth dropped right as a deep frown settled on your features. You had definitely thought about doing exactly that, many, many times already. But there was no way you'd do it now that he had said it. No way you would give him the satisfaction. Although, for the moment, you did get up since you didn't want to stay there with him another second. You got up, with a pout, ready to storm out, but...
"I said," Taehyung growled, giving you a stern look through his lashes. "You should never skip breakfast."
You had never seen him so serious. Sure, you wanted to go against him, but it felt almost impossible. Maybe it was just how hungry you were and even you didn't really want to leave with an empty stomach. Your body, as if it was on auto-pilot, obeyed his words and you sat back down. You held your fork and knife in a bruising grip, glaring at him, while you contemplated whether you should pick the plate up and leave, or if that would be kind of crossing the line. Even for you. But before you could escape, the photographer dragged his chair until it was right next to yours. He picked up a bit of bacon from your food with his own fork and brought it to your mouth.
"You don't need to feed me!" you complained, immediately turning your head to the side.
But Taehyung held you from the chin until you faced him again. "I clearly do, since you're being a baby," he said, his expression still very serious. It almost felt like you were being punished. "Now, open up."
"I'm not a baby!"
"I'll believe it when you stop being so immature. Open."
His hand still on your jaw and his tough gaze now on your lips, you finally obliged him and let him feed you. What the hell was Taehyung fascination with feeding people? You had seen it happen more times than what one would consider normal. He fed you two more bites before you finally managed to pull away, convincing him you wouldn't just bolt. You wouldn't disobey. But he still didn't go back to his old spot, simply brought his own plate right next to yours and started eating with you. So close, your elbows were bumping with every move.
"I'm not immature," you spat out at some point, his words still bothering you.
He argued the opposite without even pausing or looking at you. "Says the girl who can't even kiss another adult without worrying so much about people finding out."
Well, the two of you had clearly moved from the phase where everything was secret and mysterious and implicit, to the phase where he could just say everything that crossed his mind out loud, no shame about it. And you -to no one's surprise- hated it.
"I wouldn't call having standards immature," you replied with a rise of your eyebrows and the last sip of your juice. The exact moment you lowered that glass, however, your vision was blocked and your lips were occupied again before you could even grasp what was happening. Taehyung gave you one quick peck and then was gone just as fast. You just widened your eyes to the maximum as you turned to look at him in an attempt to understand what he had done, and why. Where that kiss had come from. If looks could talk, you were sure his would be saying: "yes, I did that; what are you going to do about it?" He was mocking you. Because you didn't want your friends to know you liked kissing him, he was doing it even more. He had the audacity to do whatever he wanted now, absolutely no reservation. And he decided to taunt and punish you.
"Standards..." he scoffed, getting back to his food.
If you had any of those you would have stopped him already. Is that what he was trying to say? You were fuming. Got up once and for all -the food was over anyway- while you pushed the chair back so aggressively it almost fell to the ground. You didn't need to sit here and take this- this- humiliation. But as you turned to leave, you were stopped by a hand wrapped around your wrist.
"I see you're wearing that pretty, fairy dress of yours again," Taehyung mumbled, his eyes raking up and down your form. "I hope you're not planning on going out- it's going to rain."
You tugged your hand away. Now he was telling you what you could and what you couldn't do, too? "Since when did you become my dad?" you spat. Well, that was obviously supposed to be a bash at his controlling and authoritative manners, but it certainly didn't come out as such. And you were wondering why he was calling you immature?
"Well..." he chuckled, giving you another scan with a smirk on his lips, and you knew exactly what he was thinking about.
You groaned. "No! Stop that! Don't even say it. You're disgusting," you quickly accused him with a pointed finger and left the room.
Of course, your first thought was to go out. Just because he had said no. But even you could tell there was a storm coming from the looks of the sky, and getting caught in it while in the woods was the last thing you needed right now. So your next thought was to try and call Yoonji again, vent about how much you hated the famous photographer to someone who actually believed it; someone who hadn't seen you beg for him last night and could clearly deduce you were lying. But your phone was mysteriously gone. You knew, for a fact, that you had left it on the nightstand where it had been charging. But no matter how much you looked over and under and around it, your phone wasn't there. You tried to think about the possibility of you taking it somewhere else, but since you had no signal you knew it was minimal. No, someone must have gone into the room and moved it. Perhaps the housekeepers.
There was some light tapping on the window and you almost thought the crazy man was throwing rocks at you again before you realized it was too much and too fast. You saw the rain droplets hitting the glass and sliding down in a rhythm in front of the grey background. And so it had begun.
You managed to slip into the sitting room while Taehyung was still busy in the kitchen. You would need the warmth of the lit fireplace if the rain was going to only get worse from then on. So you had to infiltrate the room before he had the chance. And you waited for him to appear, maybe even wanted him to, but he didn't. As if he knew you wished to be alone, as if he knew where you were without even checking, he stayed clear of the sitting room. And it was lonely.
Perhaps there was no reason you weren't with him right now. You had already proved that you still liked each other, maybe not in the way you would expect, but definitely at least carnally. And you had also established that whatever happened there, would stay there. That could have easily been the excuse you needed to spend the rest of your days there enjoying it as much as you could, without any shame and without looking back. But Taehyung still managed to get on your nerves. And you were pretty sure you did the exact same to him.
It may be that you were simply never meant to stop annoying each other. You wanted to go find him in whatever room of the many in this Manor he was in, tell him to just shut up and kiss him, but the idea that he would get the satisfaction of winning this stupid, made-up competition in your head made you upset. Even though just last night you were chanting his name like a prayer, by daylight you were still too proud to admit you liked it. Who knows, perhaps you won't have the same hesitations in the evening.
The rain kept getting louder, loud enough to distract you as you watched out the window to observe the scenery and how it reacted to the natural phenomenon. There was music somewhere in the background and you assumed Taehyung must have figured out how to get that old record player in the hallway to sing. The book abandoned open on the couch didn't keep you as much company anymore. All you could do was think about what the boy was up to, think about what would happen next. And you realized things could either keep going up and down, or they could go smoothly. And you also realized you hated the idea of being with the boy you've spent so long dishing, but you hated staying in that room alone more.
You may not want him as your boyfriend or your friend normally, but perhaps the days in this Manor could not count.
You found your way back into that kitchen, pretending you needed some water when you knew you'd find him there preparing lunch. You expected a clever remark, a teasing tone, a sarcastic joke from him. Something that would remind you why you had stormed out in the first place; but were met with a small smile. He seemed happy to see you there like he wasn't expecting it. And he stayed quiet, the way you do when you don't want to scare a wild animal away. So you let your shoulders drop and allowed yourself to get closer, peeping at the pieces of meat he was sauteing. He snaked an arm around your waist as he pulled you to the other side and handed you a knife and the vegetables he clearly needed you to cut. And with another small smile and a stroke of your cheek, you ended up side by side cooking together in almost absolute silence, save for the rain, the music, the sizzling of the food, and the occasional instruction given in the form of a whisper. And you liked it.
The food, as always, was amazing. And Taehyung pushed you until you confessed just that, although he then claimed it was because of your help. The disc that had been playing had reached its end and was doing quiet circles around itself until the photographer finished his last bite and went outside to stop it. When he came back into the kitchen, however, he was looking somewhat perplexed.
"Do you hear those noises, Amy?" he asked you.
You got off the table to face him, too. All you could hear at first was the sound of the rainfall, but once you moved closer to the hallway, you realized what he was referring to. Noises coming from upstairs.
You walked right in front of him, grabbing his arm. "See, Tae? That's what I was talking about. That can't be just the pipes."
Taehyung nodded as the thumping got louder. "And the housekeepers?"
You frowned. "You're saying there are people here right now?"
Clearly, you were alone. He glanced down the corridor and back at you, holding your arm as well. "Then? Is there someone else here?"
Oh, you didn't like that question. You were supposed to be asking the absurd questions and he was supposed to be calming you down. What was he doing, being the crazy one now? "Like... Who? What?"
It seemed like he remembered to be cool, and he shook his head with a chuckle. "No. There can't be anyone here," he said, releasing his grip on you and looking back down the hallway. "It must be something else."
"Okay," you sighed. "Then, will you go and look?"
"Me?"
"Well, yeah."
"Why do I have to go?" he mumbled even though he was still trying not to look scared.
You saw the opportunity and took it; crossing your arms over your chest. "I can't go, you know, since I'm an immature baby. You have to be the man and go check."
Taehyung growled at you through his teeth but shook his head like he was amused. "You're such a princess."
The thumping got worse. You both looked up at the same time, even though neither could see anything through the ceiling and then looked at each other in the eyes. You immediately knew you had the same thought.
"Together?" you offered.
"Yeah, let's go together."
Your hand slipped into his. or perhaps he was the one who sought it, as you slowly walked toward the staircase. Taehyung was one step ahead, checking the way as you followed, and you kept looking back, checking the way you left behind you. Your hands always linked.
"It's probably just the wind," Taehyung murmured when you had reached the first floor, but the rooms didn't look out of the ordinary. Then, a sharp bang came from right over your head.
"The attic!" you exclaimed. You saw Taehyung looking at the extra set of stairs leading further up and sigh, clearly not having the slightest desire to go up there. You couldn't blame him.
"Hello?" Taehyung shouted at the stairs, and you're not sure if it would be worse to get a response or not. It was the latter.
"I told you there's no one here," you murmured to his ear as he slowly started walking up the steps, still having this need to be right. Even in times like these.
The further up you got, the colder it got, a chill running down your spine like a breeze had passed right through you. And your hold on the man got tighter, the force reciprocated right away. The sound of the rain got worse, too, as it was hitting the roof that was right above you. And it was almost deafening. The atmosphere was stranger than ever, and for a moment you thought you'd rather never find out what the noises were; you held onto Taehyung's green sweater and pulled him slightly back, ready to tell him to abort. To just take both him and yo back to safety; if the downstairs era could be classified as such. Save him, so he can save you; the dynamic that seemed to be most prominent in your relationship.
"Hold on," he then mumbled, his free hand holding the one that was pulling him back. "I think there is a window open."
"Tae," you whined, but he slipped between your fingers.
You didn't take another step, keeping one foot still on the staircase, while you watched the boy walk carefully down the small corridor and looking inside the empty rooms. Another bang, that was now easier to locate, came from one of the closed rooms around the middle, and Taehyung pointed at it, before opening the door.
"Ah," you heard him exhale and he walked in without a second thought. You just kept looking at the empty spot he had left down the hall with worry, still not knowing what was going on. "Amy, see, I told you," his voice came a little muffled from inside.
You finally moved closer, until you were able to look inside. Taehyung was closing up a window in a very similar way that he had done in your room the first night. Although this time the strong windstorm was drenching him. He only struggled a tiny bit until he had the lock secured and the current was cut off. He sighed once more, taking a look around the room.
"How did that open?" you asked, fidgeting.
Taehyung shrugged. "Probably same way yours did," he said as he bent down and picked up a lamp that was laying on the floor; probably the culprit of one of the loud bangs that had brought you two up here, along with the doors that must have been slamming and the window casements smacking the walls due to the wind.
"I still don't know why mine had opened like that," you said. It was true, the way it had been so stuck earlier, it all just seemed too suspicious to you. Although you had nothing to base your suspicions on. Taehyung chuckled and walked back to you, placing his palm on your back to guide you gently back.
"I'll tell you how. Old house means weak windows. And weak windows means it's easy for a strong wind to blow them open."
You glanced one last time over your shoulder as you started going down the stairs, just to make sure everything else seemed in order; and yes, the attic was still the same kind of creepy as always, but at least it was quiet. "That, or there are ghosts getting in and out through those windows," you grumbled. Big stretch, you knew that. You didn't actually believe that, or maybe you did a little bit. IT just was had crossed your mind at the moment, and just the fact that you were comfortable enough to blurt it out in front of Taehyung without fearing being judged spoke volumes.
He chuckled and rubbed your back. "Now, why would ghosts need to use the windows? Can they not just pass through the walls."
You threw your arms up in the air. "Oh, right! Great. If there are any ghosts here we won't even be able to tell."
The photographer stopped you then, outside your room, and he turned you to face him. "Hey, hey," he whispered in a reassuring manner, holding your face in both hands and looking in your eyes. "How about we made a nice, warm cup of tea and go sit by the fireplace, huh? Nothing can hurt us there, okay?"
You basked in the feeling of his eyes on yours in such a sweet and comforting way, in a protective character, even if there was no real danger or need. Perhaps that's what made his stance even better; he didn't tease you or mock you. Even if that would be exactly what you would expect from him. Maybe Taehyung wasn't all that you imagined he was. Maybe when he was acting like that, it was exactly that: acting. Because he, too, was tired of your accusations and was giving you the role you had painted for him. Tired or hurt. But in this more genuine and sincere moment where both of you had undeniably let your walls down and gotten close, he was behaving more subconsciously and unpretentiously.
"Okay," you said while giving him a tiny smile.
He leaned in and placed his velvety lips on your forehead. Then his thumb caressed over your cheekbone and he let you go, quickly taking your hand in his, however. "Okay, let's go."
If there was one thing certain about this house, it was that you were indeed safe in that sitting room. Or at least it felt that way. When you were sitting by the warm fire, listening to the heavy rain on the windows and the ticks of the grandfather clock, sipping that delicious mountain tea with honey and lemon, it felt like nothing else existed in this world but you, Taehyung, and that room. This time you weren’t sitting very far; had chosen to be as close as possible, perhaps for a sense of protection. You were both on the thick carpet with all the cushions in front of the fireplace, at first with just your feet touching, then eventually with your whole body pressed upon his and his fingers playing with your hair any time he took a break from working. Until you were both too tired to continue and decided to play some rounds of Beavers.
The rain had turned into a storm. It was completely dark outside save for the frequent flashes of lightning. Taehyung was beating you on the game yet again and the time that you were supposed to go back to your separate rooms was nearing. But every time you looked toward the exit, neither of you wanted to leave. Be it the fear of what lay behind that door, or simply your need of an excuse to stay close, it didn’t matter.
The lights went out suddenly to a crack of thunder. The fire was the only thing illuminating your faces as you looked at the man with wide eyes.
“Tae!” you cried out, messing up your card game in favor of jumping into his arms.
“It’s okay, Amy, it’s just the storm.” He kept saying that, but was it really? “I’ll go look for some candles to light.”
But you held him tighter as he tried to get up. “No! Don’t leave me.”
He looked down at you. “Baby, don’t be scared.”
You just pouted at him, your arms snaking around his torso more. “Please, just stay here with me.”
He must have noticed the way you were slightly trembling because he gave up on trying to get away and held you. He stroked your back and your head as if you were some kind of puppy, only for a minute or two, before the lights were back on.
“Ah, see?” he exclaimed with relief in his voice that betrayed he wasn’t particularly fond of the darkness either. You peeked your head over his shoulder to see the room in its normal state. “It was nothing. It passed.”
“It may happen again, though,” you murmured, your hands pulling at his shirt still.
Taehyung chuckled. “So what are we going to do? Stay here all night?”
You bit your lip. You didn’t want to reply, or at least not truthfully, but for some reason, you didn’t find it in you to be distant anymore. “Is that a bad thing?” you said, your voice no louder than a whisper, and you would be fine whether he heard it or not.
You felt his chest rumble before his chuckle even reached your ears. “No, it’s not,” he managed to say between his laughs.
“Then why are you laughing at me?” you said sulking.
“It’s just funny how you go from wanting to be as far from me as possible, to not wanting to let me out of your sight go so fast.”
Of course. It wouldn’t be Kim Taehyung if he wasn’t boasting his charm and teasing you about it. You scoffed at him. “Just because being with you right now sounds like the better option, doesn’t mean that is always the case.”
“Uh-hm…” he mumbled and his smirk was obvious in his voice. His lowered until it was hidden in the crook of your neck, and his breath came hot from his mouth onto your skin. “And what do I have to do to know if you’ll have me or not each time?” he rasped. His voice against your neck caused goosebumps to form all over your body.
“Well-” you said and your voice cracked, “-I suppose I won’t be mad if you hang around while we’re here. You know, better chances of survival.”
You felt his smile grow as he pressed even closer to you. “That doesn’t go against your standards?”
You had to roll your eyes. Was he trying to get you to be with him, or remind you to stay away? No, he was probably just taunting you. He really loved doing that, didn’t he?
“We already said that whatever happens in this Manor doesn’t count, so…” you finally said, not thinking too much about your words, until Taehyung pulled away to look into your eyes.
“It doesn’t count, huh?” he repeated like he was trying to make sure he got that right. “Then you might as well go all out; do anything you want to do with no repercussions. Right?”
Your whole face caught on fire as he said those words. “Tae…” you began, and he waited patiently. “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what he meant. You were just asking that to buy yourself some time in order to figure out how you felt about it.
“Look,“ he whispered, licking his lips. “All I really want to know is… If I kissed you right now. Would you feel bad and regret it later? Or would you enjoy the moment like it won’t count once we go back to our everyday lives?” You gulped, and he was quick to add something before you had the chance to speak. “And by kissing you right now, I mean tonight and tomorrow and the day after, too. All while we’re trying to survive our stay in this Manor, instead of doing what would be easier and just leaving.”
You could see in his eyes the anticipation and wonder, perhaps even a little worry, as he searched yours awaiting for an answer. You bit your lip. At the moment you weren’t exactly suitable to think something like that through, but you didn’t have to, already having subconsciously decided the answer long ago.
“I didn’t regret kissing you last night,” you decided to admit instead of giving him a direct response.
But Taehyung knew exactly what that meant. The corner of his lips twitched before his hands held your face gently and he pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t sloppy and urgent like your previous ones. Instead, his lips fit in between yours slowly, and you got to feel just how soft and inviting they were. He deepened the kiss in a natural rhythm, yet still didn’t pick up the pace; solely let his hands wander further down, caressing your body over your clothes until they reached your hips. He pulled you closer and your lips broke apart just for a moment so that you could straddle him.
You could feel him harden beneath you as you were grinding on him to the tempo of your tongues. Your fingers through his hair, you enjoyed pulling them just slightly in order to listen to the moans he released from the back of his throat. The room seemed to be too hot all of a sudden, and you could barely tell if it was the fireplace or the photographer that was causing your skin to burn. It was so hot you needed to get out of that dress.
You pulled away and saw Taehyung pout, leaning in to go right back to tasting you, but you grabbed the hem of your dress, pulled it over your head, and threw it away. With just one motion like that, you found yourself in just your underwear, sitting on Taehyung’s lap. Lucky you had chosen the pretty ones today. The boy gulped as he paused to look at you up and down, his eyes eating you up with no shame.
“Your turn,” you told him, pulling at his sweater. He obeyed with no hesitation, the garment disposed on top of your own in mere seconds, revealing underneath the same view you had witnessed that morning. And so you had that skin-on-skin contact you craved. And you knew immediately it was him that was burning you up after all.
This time his mouth attacked your neck, sucking and biting, making you moan while his hands blindly made work of your bra. It took him a few tries to open it, which kind of surprised you but was rather endearing. And when that, too, was finally dropped on top of the pile of clothes, his mouth attacked your breasts. Your hands kept roaming down his pants- you needed to feel him as well. But he wouldn’t allow you any room to work; just kept kissing your body like he had forgotten you were there.
“Tae, please,” you chocked out at some point when he bit down your nipple a little too hard. “I need you.”
He finally pulled away, his eyes struggling to focus on your face like he was dizzy. He took a couple of deep breaths to stabilize himself. “Are you sure?”
You nodded. And then ground down on his fully hard member. The fabric of your panties was so thin it felt like you were naked against his jeans, able to feel just how big he must be. You heard a hiss leaving through his teeth before he pulled you slightly back in order to dip a hand between your bodies.
“Let me prep you,” he asked of you, but you shook your head.
“No, please, Tae,” you whined. “I want you. Now.”
It’s not that you hadn’t absolutely loved the way he had finger fucked you and eaten you out last night and you wouldn’t love to have more of that. It was the fact that he had still not even let you see his dick and the curiosity had been killing you for three years now. You could enjoy the rest of his qualities another time; right now you just needed his dick. Whether that was in your hands, in your mouth, or inside you, you didn’t even care.
As if Taehyung could read the desperation in your eyes, he mumbled an “okay, wait,” and got you off him to work on his pants better. But before he unbuttoned them, he slipped a hand in his pocket and pulled out what you soon realized was a couple of condoms, and gave them to you. “Hold these,” he said, instantly looking back down to undo his pants.
You blinked at the protection in your hands. You didn’t know what you expected but it wasn’t exactly that. “You just had these on you?” you questioned with an unamused tone.
Taehyung looked at you after he let his pants fall on the floor and stepped out of them. He had a smirk on that told you he knew exactly why you were vexed. Because he was carrying those around like he knew you would give in that easily. “Do you blame me?” he asked, challengingly.
“Stop!” you immediately whined, falling back on your heels. “You’re literally making me have second thoughts right now.”
“No, no!” Taehyung called out with a laugh, hurrying to grab your body before you fell completely down. “No seconds thoughts, there’re no good,” he tried telling you but you whined again, hiding your face away. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your distraught state while he tried to hug you and warm you up again. “I meant do you blame me when I am living in this house with a hottie like you! That’s what I meant. I would have fucked you anywhere and anytime you asked, so I had to be prepared, baby.”
You scoffed at him but were intrigued enough to look at him out of the corner of your eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“No, really,” he told you with a more serious face. “I’ve been carrying those around since the moment I realized we’d be staying here together.”
You frowned slightly, taken aback by his words. “What? Why?” You finally turned back to him, letting your back lie on the carpet completely and Taehyung hover over your body as he still held your arms tightly like he was afraid you’d try to escape.
You saw him gulp and shrug his shoulders. “I mean… I don’t know if you noticed, but I really liked you that night. And I won’t lie, I have been wanting to finish what we started.”
His words alone made your pussy clench around nothing. Finish what you started… You definitely could get behind that.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. “Well, go on then,” you whispered against his lips. “Do what you’ve been wanting to do to me.”
Taehyung growled. He kissed you again, more aggressively, while he grabbed your panties to discard them. He noticed just how wet you had gotten for him, but didn’t comment on it, instead taking one condom from you and ripping it with his teeth. Like everything that was going slow up until now suddenly needed to speed up. Like he had been able to wait for you for as long as you need all this time, but suddenly he couldn’t wait another second.
“Let me put it on you,” you offered. In reality, you just wanted the chance to look at him more closely, hold him in your hands, a chance you probably wouldn’t get considering how desperate Taehyung was looking.
He didn’t question or argue, simply pulled back, and finally dropped his briefs down. His dick sprung free, standing up tall and hitting his lower belly. You cursed under your breath. That dick was almost as pretty as that man’s face! How was that even possible; that everything about him was so perfect? It was long enough that it could cover both of your hands when you held it and thick enough for your fingers to just be able to wrap around it. Your mouth watered just at the sight.
But you weren’t about to say any of that out loud; Taehyung didn’t need that kind of boost of confidence from you right now. So you casually put the condom between your lips and lowered your mouth on his tip, pushing down until you had it at least halfway through on him. The rest you did with your hands.
He moaned when he felt your mouth around him. “Where did you learn that, princess?” he asked, not having expected that from you. You just replied with a guilty smile while you looked up at him from down there. Taehyung groaned once more, then pressed a hand on your neck as he pushed you to lie back down. “Hm, look at you,” he purred as he poised himself between your legs. “You keep talking like you’re so much better, but deep down you’re just a slut, aren’t you?” His words made you squirm, your legs almost pressing together if he hadn’t stopped them. With his one hand still on your neck and the other traveling down your chest, your stomach, and your crotch, he pressed two fingers on your to find your entrance. “Aren’t you?” he repeated while licking his lips. “Isn’t that why you’re naked right now, beneath me? Isn’t that why you are about to let me fuck you right now?”
A whimper was caught at the back of your throat when you felt the tip of his dick nudging at you. But Taehyung’s grip on your neck tightened, not too much to cut your airflow or hurt you, but enough to make your mouth drop.
“Answer me,” he demanded in a deep voice. You just nodded, not even sure you remembered what he had asked you. “You’re going to let me fuck this pussy right? Like I’ve always wanted to?” he asked and you nodded again, frantically. But that wasn’t enough for him. “Speak.”
“Yes.”
He smirked. “And who are you letting do this, princess? Say my name.”
“Taehyung. Taehyung, please…” your voice came out tiny and fragile. And he seemed to finally be appeased.
He released your neck in order to grab your hips with both hands as he guided himself inside you. He hadn’t even gotten halfway in and you were already fuller than you had ever been in your life. You scratched on his back as you let his name fall from your lips again and again, like a habit you had picked up last night. He made you wrapped your legs around his waist before pushing all in. His head was already hitting your cervix and he had barely even moved yet.
“Too- big-” you choked out before you could stop yourself.
Taehyung chuckled. “But you can take it, right baby? Do you need a moment?”
You shook your head, closing your eyes tight. “Move.”
And he did just that; thrusting in and out at a slow but hard pace at first, but quickly picking it up when it started feeling good and he couldn’t help himself. “Shit,” he moaned when he started found your g-spot; he could tell by the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you screamed suddenly.
“Right there,” you let him know. “Tae, right there. That feels so good.”
“Yeah?” he breathed in a low pitch. “How good?”
You growled in between your teeth. Even now he craved the satisfaction of you admitting how good he was at everything he did. “So good I hate it,” you answered truthfully.
Taehyung grunted, clearly happy with your answer by the way his hips faltered for a moment. He was thrusting in hard, trying to get the loudest moans he could out of you. And the sounds you were making, the way your face contorted in pleasure, your nails dug in his back and your legs caged him deep inside you- it was all driving him positively crazy. He dropped his head on your shoulder, thinking he could control himself better if he didn't see how hot you looked right then, and all because of him. But you took the opportunity to drive your teeth right on the soft skin of his neck.
“Oh, shit,” he panted while you were dining on his body like you were actively trying to mark him. Like you knew it was his absolute weakness. “I don’t know how long I will last, this is too good.” He regretted having to say that, always proud of how he normally could go for hours. But he meant it when he said it was too good; his chest was trembling from pleasure already and he could only hold back so much.
You moved your mouth higher, biting his earlobe and then kissing it softly, earning a loud groan from him. “Make me cum, please?” you whispered.
Taehyung stammered again but quickly regained his rhythm. “Aw, look at you,” he murmured, pulling back to watch your face again. “Such a good girl, asking politely and everything.” You almost turned away in embarrassment before he leaned down to kiss you leisurely, in contrast to his unceasing hits. “You want to come on my cock, baby?” he rumbled in your mouth. You nodded lazily. “Alright. But only if you remember to say thank you afterward.”
He kissed you again before he moved lower and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. A hand sneaked down until he found your clit and he started rubbing circles on it. Your back immediately arched towards his body, being already topo sensitive for his touch. And he kept pressing hard on you, the way he had found out last night that you like the most, while he sucked your nipple for the double stimulation. You couldn’t see anything in front of you, and he kept going. You were screaming his name and punching his shoulders because the feeling was too much, and he still kept going. Until you released everything you were holding back and coated him with as much of your juices as your body could produce.
Taehyung didn’t slow down. He brought his face back in front of yours to kiss you, while you slowly felt your consciousness leave your body. Your limbs were exhausted and you couldn’t even hold onto him anymore, but he still kept fucking you, faster and stronger, chasing his own release.
“Thank you,” you remembered to whisper against his lips when you got down from the initial shock of your orgasm. And all of a sudden Taehyung was grunting and thrusting deep inside you, without coming out. You felt his cum even through the condom as his dick was pressed upon your cervix. It was those two words that had undone him.
He collapsed on top of you, puffing and huffing on your neck. And you thought how easy it would be for you to fall asleep just like that; with Taehyung’s naked body as a weighted blanket, by the dying fire, under the heavy storm, in a Mansion that you were starting to believe increasingly could be more than it appeared. How nice it felt, how there weren’t any negative emotions in your heart at all. You weren’t scared, you weren’t disappointed, you weren’t sorry or ashamed. You would do this again right now. Right now as in tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that.
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;"get back in bed, you're sick" for feysand pretty please
‘cause when the morning comes, i know you won’t be there
I’m really sorry it took me this long to answer your prompt. I was originally going to write it in the canon world, with Feyre forcing Rhys to stay in bed and going instead to meet with Devlon and be badass. It didn’t go much farther than her making Devlon want to piss himself (which was immensely rewarding to write) and it wasn’t fluffy at all, so I stopped at like 200 words.
Also, I pretty much wrote this in one go, and I’ve been editing it for hours. It’s 3am now and I just want to share it already.
Lastly, I hope you enjoy!
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Feyre Archeron’s time had come. Memories of the last few hours played on the high ceiling above her: silky sheets and tangled bodies, playful touches and breathless moans, swirling tattoos and violet eyes flecked with stars. She felt a small smile tugging at her lips.
She would die a happy – and extremely sated – woman.
At least, she would have, if it weren’t for the spasms tearing through her abdomen, each one stronger and longer than the last. Feyre breathed through the pain, reigning in her whimpers. She dared a glance at her bed companion. He was, mercifully, still asleep.
In all honesty, she wasn’t surprised this was happening. She was about a week away from her period, and that was when she tended to get the worst of her cramps. She had known having a one night stand would be a terrible idea, yet as she stared at the stranger next to her: the high cheekbones, the sinfully soft lips, the closed lids hiding eyes like the night sky; she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
He was, simply put, the most beautiful man she had ever seen.
As soon as they’d locked eyes in that dingy bar, her throat had gone dry. They’d exchanged looks all night. She’d stared at him as he laughed with his friends and she could feel his burning gaze on her as she’d let loose on the dance floor. She had already been drunk on him, on his molten looks and knowing smiles, when he’d sauntered up to her and presented himself.
“Bond,” he’d said, mischief dancing in his eyes. “James Bond.”
Feyre had shaken his hand, suppressing a smile. “I must be a better spy than I thought, blowing your cover without even a single word.”
“Are you?” he’d retorted, wicked delight flashing in those remarkable eyes. “You just admitted to being a spy yourself.”
Feyre had raised a single brow. “But you still don’t know where my allegiances lay.”
“Perhaps not.” His smirk promised nothing but trouble. “But I believe I can sway you nonetheless.”
And she’d been hooked.
Feyre felt herself smiling again, butterflies coming to life in her stomach. She inwardly groaned as the strongest cramp yet had her curling in place. She felt the telltale signs of impending gut hurling. She barely had the time to move so she could spare the sheets, vomiting all over the carpet instead.
She fell back against her pillow with an audible sigh. The pain would indeed kill her, but only if the embarrassment didn’t take her first.
“I hope that’s a happy sigh,” drawled a rumbling voice, still thick with sleep.
Feyre started. “Good morning,” she said with a grimace.
“Regretting last night already?” he asked with that irreverent smirk of his, but the amusement didn’t reach his eyes.
“No, no, no. Absolutely not.” She shook her head vehemently, but had to stop as a fresh wave of nausea hit. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.
The beautiful stranger – whose name she didn’t even know, Gods – immediately leapt to attention. He sat up, studying her most likely pallid face and messy hair as he rubbed comforting circles down her back. “What’s wrong?’
Feyre winced. “I’m sorry. I know you expected to find me gone come morning, and here I am puking all over your carpet.”
His hand paused on the small of her back. “You puked on my carpet,” he repeated with a wry smile.
Feyre swallowed her mortification and made herself look him in the eyes. “I’m really sorry. If you could just give me my phone, I’ll be out of your –”
“No.”
Feyre blinked. “No?”
“No, no, absolutely not.”
The bastard was teasing her. She glared at him and he chuckled, his hand resuming its blissful ascent on her back. “Don’t worry about the carpet, or leaving, or any of it.”
“But –”
“Stay in bed,” he laid her against the pillow wit heartbreaking gentleness, tucking her in the soft blanket. “You’re sick.”
Feyre wanted to protest more, she really did, but the bed was so comfortable, his finger so cool against her skin as he brushed her hair away from her face; the pain had finally faded down to a dull ache, and sweet, sweet oblivion was beckoning. So she surrendered.
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When Feyre next awoke, the pain was completely gone. She stretched in the huge bed, sighing with relief. Something cool fell off her forehead. Confused, she held it up to the light. It was a wet towel. The stranger had surely placed it there. She got out of bed, biting back a smile. She took the liberty of using the shower in the adjoined bathroom, and of borrowing a sweater from her host’s closet.
When she was finally clean of the sweat and the smell of her vomit, she padded through the apartment, looking for him. A delicious smell guided her to the kitchen where a shirtless Adonis was cooking something in a big pot.
“Good morning.”
He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Only shy in sickness, I see,” he remarked with a small smile.
Feyre laughed even as she felt a blush creeping up her neck. “What’s your name?”
He paused, and she started babbling. “I know this is a one night stand and I’ve overstayed my welcome and puked all over your carpet so this is already so much more personal than it should be, but –“
“Rhysand,” he interrupted her, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “But since this is so personal –“
Feyre rolled her eyes.
His smile colored his words as he went on, “you can call me Rhys.”
“So, what have you got brewing in there, Rhysand?” she put emphasis on his full name and he chuckled.
“You know, where I come from, we believe in reciprocity.”
“I think I reciprocated enough last night,” Feyre replied with wide-eyed innocence. “Don’t you agree?”
“You cruel, wicked thing.”
Feyre shivered, and she saw his eyes darken. She prowled closer, placing a hand demurely on his naked chest. She looked at him through her eyelashes. “I’m all healed up now, you know.”
Rhys smiled. He grabbed her waist and drew her closer, nudging her with his nose. “Are you sure?”
Feyre brushed her lips against his. “Yes. The wet towel worked its magic.”
Rhys’ low laugh reverberated through her as she kissed him again.
“Thing is, I didn’t have a fever.”
He raised a groomed brow. “You felt pretty hot to me.”
Feyre kissed him again. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him. “Maybe you should blame yourself for that.”
That seemed to sober him up, and he pulled away slightly. “What was that?”
“A kiss?”
He flicked her forehead. “I meant the sickness.”
“Oh.” Heat bloomed on her cheeks. She bit her lip and Rhys tracked that movement like a hawk. “It happens before my period.”
Understanding lit his eyes. His thumbs started tracing mindless circles on her hips. “Do you need anything? Any… supplies?”
Feyre was so grateful she kissed him again. Rhys groaned into her mouth, pulling her flush against him. She broke the kiss just long enough to say: “I’m not on my period yet.”
Rhys was already halfway to the bedroom, Feyre giggling in his arms when she exclaimed: “Wait, the stove!”
He huffed as he turned around. “Stupid soup,” he mumbled under his breath.
“You were making me soup?” Feyre asked as he switched off the stove.
“I was making us soup.”
As infuriating as it was, his teasing gaze was rapidly growing on her. She pinched his side and he pretended to drop her.
She squealed then punched his arm. “You insufferable prick.”
“Is that any way to treat the brave, selfless man who nursed you back to health, stranger?”
Feyre bit back her smile, going instead for her best impersonation of his arrogant smirk.
“The name’s Archeron. Feyre Archeron.”
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Inseong x FemReader x Rowoon
Series [01]
Word count: 3559
You excitedly called Inseong that you were now nearing their dorm after your car entered the front gate. He was as thrilled as you were, you can hear it from the way he talked. Well, you've been away for 6 months due to modelling work, of course you'll miss each other. You just arrived today from New York, and since you don't have any schedule for the day, your manager let you go as you please only reminding you to be cautious of paparazzis. You decided to go straight to your love of your life, Inseong.
You got out of the car as it stopped infront of the huge building, telling your driver that you won't be needing his services until tomorrow morning and thanking him as you did so. You walked to the front door and rang the door bell. The place was a bit quiet, but it was understandable, it was 7 in the morning and you thought the boys are probably still sleeping. You were about to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly sprung open, revealing a half naked Rowoon.
"What-" You stopped yourself when you realized it was actually Rowoon.
He looked down at you, the height difference probably being more obvious because of you being 170 cm tall compared to him being 190.5 cm tall. His eyes widened when he realized who you were, and briefly stopped drying his hair with his towel.
"Y/N?" He couldn't hide the surprise in his voice.
Rowoon was half naked, with having only boxer shorts to cover down there. Judging from the fresh smell of soap and shampoo matched with his wet black hair, he looked like he just finished getting a shower.
You quickly looked away. "You're back?" You heard him say, rather enthusiastically.
"Yes I am, but before that will you just-"
You couldn't finish your sentence because of Inseong's loud voice cutting in. "Y/N!"
You looked up and see Inseong hurriedly walking towards you wearing a plain white shirt and black shorts, holding a towel, probably briefly pausing in drying his hair with the towel just like what Rowoon was doing. As he walked towards you you couldnt resist but admire this man, momentarily forgetting a half naked Rowoon infront of you; Inseon looked so fresh and handsome; probably the side effect of not see his face for months that he looked extra good. You missed him so much.
"Y/N!" He said again when he finally reached you, engulfing you in a tight embrace.
You welcomed him in open arns. "I missed you too." You giggled as you hugged him back without giving a second thought. Giving small pats in the back. He missed you just as you missed him.
You smiled as you smell the scent of his favorite shampoo mixed with cologne you know so well. His body felt cool and his hair felt damp, confirming that he just probably did finish taking a shower too, just like Rowoon.
"Excuse me, i'm here too." You hear Rowoon grumbled.
Inseong laughed as he released you from his hug, acknowledging that his band mate probably felt uncomfortable. "I can't believe it. You know if you told me sooner I would've picked you up from the airport myself."
You raised your eyebrows. "And your license?" Remembering the news he told you that his driving license was suspended due to illegal parking and not following traffic rules.
"Oh come on." He scoffed. "That was months ago. I already got a new one."
"Well anyway, lets get inside, im freezing here." Rowoon interrupted.
The three of you head inside the house, with Inseong closing the door behind. You and Inseong continued talking, and catching up as the three of you walked through the hallways leading to what you remember is the dining room. Rowoon was oddly quiet as he stayed quiet and listened to the two of you talk, like a little kid silently listening to two adults talking.
"I'll carry that." Rowoon suddenly say, getting the small box of cake and bag of fruits you didn't realize you were holding the entire time until now.
"Thanks." You mumbled, suddenly getting awkward as your fingertips brush with each other. You internally scolded yourself for acting the way you did.
You cleared your throat. "You shouldn't be running around the house looking like that." You scolded, just like the noona you thought you were.
"Looking like?" Rowoon wondered at first then realized what you actually meant. "Well, its just us nine boys here, so i didnt think it would be a problem." He chuckled. "Right, Hyung?" He said turning to Inseong.
"Well, maybe opening doors while you're half naked isn't exactly a good idea, right?"
You turned to Inseong and raised your eyebrows, telling him to side to you. He chuckled before shaking his head and turning to Rowoon. "Come on, you should cover up." He said walking to Rowoon's side and wrapped the towel around Rowoon's shoulder, barely covering his chest, but enough to cover it from your view.
"Oh come on, its not like you didn't see all this before."
Your eyes widened at his retort. THIS GUY.
You felt your cheeks warmed up and you panicked. Did he tell Inseong? Does Inseong know what the two of you did back in New York? Your mind was about to go overdrive until Inseong's laughter broke into your thoughts.
"Well, you do have a point." Inseong said as he tried to calm himself. "Come on, Y/N, come to think of it, you already saw all of us half naked before."
You tried to distinguish what Inseong was talking about. When?
Then it clicked, it was that time when all of you went to a swimming trip, a year ago. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a quiet sight came from your lips. God, why were you so tense. He might really suspect something at this point.
You managed to fake a laugh that seemed true to Inseong, "Yeah, right. But its still embarassing okay?" You defended smoothly.
"Pfft, look at you, your cheeks are freaking red." Inseong couldn't hold back his laugh. Teasing you was probably one of his favorite things to do afterall.
"You're so annoying. Both of you." You grumbled, while subtly giving Rowoon the stink eye. You just got more annoyed when he gave you a knowing smirk and a shrug.
"And you're so cute." Inseong said as he placed his arms over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
"Whatever." You tried to hide your giddiness as he pulled you closer, once again his scent filling up your nostrils. "Anyway, where are the others." you changed the topic, hoping it would mask the loud thumping of your heart and your soft expression from Inseong.
"Welcome back, Y/N!!!!" All 7 boys shouted in unison when the three of you entered the dining room. You stared at them dumbfounded. They knew? But it was supposed to be a secret you told inseong you wanted to surprise the boys.
You looked up at Inseong and gave him a look, to which he only winked his way out while flashing you his signature smile you know so well you couldn't resist. He removed his arm around your shoulder and walked towards the table. "Come on, we prepared breakfast." Youngbin said, urging you to sit down.
"Wow, thank you guys. I was actually the one planning to surprise you, but it seems I was the one surprised." You chuckled as you walked towards them, Inseong pulled a chair for you, to which you gladly accepted and sat down. He sat on the seat next to you, on your left.
"You prepared breakfast? All of you?" They all nodded with grins on their faces. "Well except Chani" hwiyoung added, which earned him a nudge from the elbow from Chani.
You grinned spotting the Avocado which was sliced in half along with its see. "And this avocado cut in half... Taeyang, is it you?" Everyone held their laughter as Taeyang sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
"Yeah..well.." You chuckled. "Its so cute. But next time let the adults help you in making it." Everyone bursts out laughing.
"oOoh who made these?" You said pointing at the familiar dish, your favorite breakfast when you were in New York.
"Oh, Rowoon made them!" Dawon said as he sat down across from you. You looked to right where Rowoon was, unboxing the cake you brought for them. He didn't seem to hear it since he looked so focused in preparing the food. He made them, knowing its your favorite..?
"So, Y/N tell us about-" Jaeyoon and Dawon started bombarding you with questions.
Everyone took their respective seats as they continued to talk to each other ocassionally teasing you and asking you questions about your time in New York. You were so happy the atmosphere was light and the room was filled with laughter as you ate together, you were thankful that you're preoccupied by their noisiness and the food, that you can ignore the awkward feeling you're keeping at bay because of the fact that Rowoon sat on your right.
"Oh, Y/N, you have something on your.. mouth.." Inseong spoke out of nowhere, so you turn towards him.
"Oh where? Wait, the napkin please." You said and Jaeyoon handed over the napkin.
"Wait, I got it." Inseong said at the same time, also reaching out for the napkin; resulting in both of you holding hands.
The two of you turn towards each other and stared. You feel your cheeks heating up again when Inseong raised his eyebrows innocently and gave you a small smile. You withdraw your hands in panic, leaving the napking all for Inseong.
You heard snorts around the table. "Oh come on guys, what's this." Dawon whined.
Inseong chuckled. "What?" He said while pulling a napkin from the pouch, then turning to you.
"Y/N.." He called out, making you look at him, your heart still raising. "Geez, you're too old for this." He teased as he wiped the left over crumbs from your lips.
"Oh come on! GET A ROOM." Hwiyoung booed jokingly to which Taeyang added, "its too sweet i think i'd get a toothache."
"What, are two already dating?" Dawon leaned forward, with a grin on his face.
You almost choked on your own spit.
"No, we're not." Inseong laughed. "I told you we're just friends." He said as he put an arm on your shoulder.
"Come on, friends don't do that." Jaeyoon whined.
"Maybe they're secret lovers."
"Ofcourse not, why would they keep it a secret?"
"Maybe because of the paparazzi?"
"Or maybe-"
"Guys. Stop." You said while removing Inseong's arm. "Geez, you're all crazy." You laughed as you continued eating.
"Yeah, i don't think noona's dating hyung. Who would ever wanna date him?" Chani commented to which earned series of snorts and laughter from the group and followed by more side comments.
"Anyway, Hyung, someone might really think the two of you are dating, you're too touchy around Y/N Noona." Chani said lazily while he munched on his food. "You should be careful or someone might misunderstand."
"Yeah yeah just eat your food." Inseong told Chani.
"Then can I date you?" Rowoon said, turning towards you. Your heart hammered against your chest, you're about to panic. You knew it was a joke. It sounded like a joke. It was only a joke, or so you thought.
"I don't know, can you?" You remarked back to which earned an oOoOhs and teases from the group once again.
"Hey I didn't the two of you were close!" Jaeyoon pouted.
"Yeah! Last time I checked Rowoon's too cold towards you." Youngbin chuckled.
"Oh come on, cold? You mean, mean." Dawon added.
"They must've gotten close when they met in New York." Taeyang said hitting bulse eye. "Didn't you two meet there? Hyung, didn't you went to New York too? For a photoshoot?"
You froze..you started to panic. No. They can't know. Inseong can't know. You were about to speak when Rowoon beat you to it.
"Yeah, we did." Rowoon said coolly as if it wasn't any big deal.
"Hey, besides Y/N and I are close too you know. It's not just you Hyung! Don't go hogging Y/N all for yourselves."
"Hey no we're not! Y/N's-"
And the topic was dropped. You felt relieved that the whole conversation continued, completely forgetting the forbidden topic, the topic you' never want to talk about. Afterall, you're so bad at lying.
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After the breakfast, everyone gathered in the living room, planning to watch a movie. Fortunately, both you and the boys didn't have any schedules for the day, well, until evening. All of them were bickering as to who gets to wash the dishes and who gets to choose what movie to watch. You chuckled as you watched them closely. You missed this chaotic bunch, no matter how many days you spend time away frome these boys, they'll always be dear to you, Especially Inseong.
Instinctively, you looked at Inseong who was also participating in the debate on who gets to wash and pick the movie. You bit back a chuckle, you enjoyed watching him being this loud, he's always been lively, since the first time the two of you met during uni days. Come to think of it, you two had been together for so long that you wondered if Inseong ever developed a crush on you at some point, or at some point felt that you had a crush on him.
You shook your head, nah, its impossible. Despite the way he acts and touches you, he probably doesn't see you that way. And he's too dense to even know about your feelings towards him.
You felt sad; you had high hopes at first that he'll soon come around, but by the looks of it, its not gonna happen anytime soon. Nevertheless, he's still your bestfriend. So you'll stay by his said despite him not reciprocating, and not knowing about your feelings at all.
"Okay let's settle this once and for all then!" Dawon's loud voice broke in your train of thoughts.
"Alright, hands in. The group with the highes number gets saved, then the rest gets to keep playing until one remains!"
Everyone gathered around the center of the room, but didn't start yet. They turned towards you. "Y/N, you too Miss!" They told you that it wouldn't be fun if you didn't participate. So you just sighed and walked towards them, placing your hands on top of the piled up hands in the center.
It was those dumb games when you flip your hands, its often used for deciding which group you're in. Using the palm as "white" and the back of the hand as "black" teams. But in todays rules, its down to elimination. Whichever group that has a higher number, gets to be saved. And this goes on and on until one member gets to have the only different phase of the hand.
"OoOh tough luck!"
"Hey, don't you think its unfair?"
"Looks like its your lucky day!"
"Yeah, noona's probably tired!"
You sighed, you ended up being the one to wash the dishes. Nonetheless it was a fair game.
"You don't have to. These jerks are just teasing you." Inseong whispered to you. You almost froze, but controlled yourself. He was always like this, too close..you bit your lip and try not to let any unwanted emotions slip through.
You turned to him, and smiled, positioning a gour face a little farther away as you did so to give space when you turn to him and not end up kissing him. "Nah its okay, i'll wash them. You and the boys prepared the breakfast afterall, so i'll wash the dishes okay?"
"But—"
"Its okayy" you told him, cutting him off as you stood up.
"Hey Dawon! You're mean!" Jaeyoon complained. "Then why don't you go wash the dishes instead?" Dawon fired back.
"Come on guys, Y/N's probably tired, she shouldn't be the one washing the dishes." Rowoon said adding more pressure on Dawon. Rowoon was as thoughtful as always.
"You shouldn't have let her join in the first place!" Youngbin added.
"Hey, weren't you the ones who told her that it wouldn't be fun without her?" Dawon grumbles.
"Thats because we didn't expect she'll end up as the one to literally wash the dishes." Inseong retortes back lazily.
You chuckled. "Come on, its fine. You guys go pick a great movie, okay? This won't even take a minute." You told them, then turned around not waiting for their reply walked back to the kitchen.
Honestly, you didn't mind really, and it was a good oppurtunity to breathe for a while since the whole time you were there, your mind somehow drifts off somewhere far away, only to be pulled by the feeling of Inseong's skin gently brushing against yours or his hand gently touching your back. You were always so sensitive with his touch you wondered how you managed to control and restrain yourself all these years.
Not a few minutes after you started washing, you felt a hand gently rest against your back; you smiled thinking it was Inseong.
"I told you, its no big deal. You go—" you stopped yourself when you looked up at your side and saw Rowoon instead.
"Oh, seokwoo.." you said rather quickly, not being able to hide the disappointment in your voice.
He raised an eyebrow. "You thought I was someone else..?"
"No, anyway, what are you doing here? Didn't I say that it was fine by me washing the dishes?" You told him before you continue on what you're doing.
"I was bothered so I came to help you." He wore the spare yellow gloves hanging on the wall on the right, then picked up the sponge and started helping you with the dishes.
You chuckled. "You're always so thoughtful."
"Well, i was worried. There's a lot to wash." You couldn't help but be moved. Although you were disappointed it wasn't Inseong, you couldn't ignore that him coming over wouldn't be so bad. There were a lot of dishes afterall, and you always thought Rowoon has always been the thoughtful type of person. You always knew that, by observing the boys years back, but experiencing it, him being thoughtful towards you from time to time made you soft for this baby giant.
"Y/N, You'll strain your neck if you stare at me for too long." He turned to you with a smirk.
You didn't realize you were staring at him, you felt your cheeks warm up. You looked away fiercely and resumed with what you were doing.
"You're so cute when you do that."
"Do what."
"That. Staring off into space."
"I was not staring, you dumbass."
"You were. Do you like me?"
"I was not. And no, not in that kind of way."
"In what way then?" Rowoon pushed further, he stopped in what he was doing, turning to you with a grin.
"What are you smiling for? You're such a pervert."
He his hands defensively. "I didn't say anything!"
"You were trying to say something." You grumbled not bothering to look at him.
"Come on, you're so cold." You could hear a pout eith the tone of his voice. He clicked his tongue, "considering we already fucked each other twice."
Your eyes widened, this time you were frantic. You removed the gloves and quickly rushed to cover his mouth when he didn't know when to stop talking.
"Come to think of it, that time you moaned Hyung's—"
"Will you shut it!?" You whisper-yelled at him. It was a convenience that we was slightly leaning down, enough for you to reach his face and stop that mouth of his.
"I swear to god, you're so noisy." You frowned at him. Didn't the two of you already talked about this before. It wasn't supposed to be brought up here, where everyone is here, and it wasn't supposed to be brought up ever.
"You promised." You told him, looking in the eyes.
You saw how his eyes softened as he gently removed took you hands off his mouth, taking the right one and kissing the back. "I'm sorry, i couldn't help it. You were treating me so coldly especially when Hyung was there."
You quickly retrieved your hands and looked down. "This is getting out of hand. And i'm your noona. So please stop, its not funny. I told you before, we shouldn't be talking about this at all."
"Noona?" You heard him scoff. You felt his fingers touch your chin then gently lift it up to make you face him. His eyes fiercely staring back at yours. "Who fucks their noona anyway?" He whispered.
Your mouth was agape. You were lost for words. Come to think of it, he never called you noona, ever. Not once since the first time the of you met, considering that you were even 4 years older than him, just like Inseong, who he calls Hyung. This guy..
"Now, what's this?" a voice broke out from the room. It was Inseong's.
Great, things couldn,'t get any worse.
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Alright I couldn't see if requests were open or not so sorry if you're not accepting RN just ignore me if you aren't XD So uh I'm really really really in love with the BSD collage AU and I just need more content for it so please may I sin- I mean ask for general headcanons of Chuuya and Akutagawa with their s/o in the Collage AU thank you so much for providing me with more fuel for my trashy fire, thanks ily and your writing xx
This is my favorite AU honestly[Chuuya]•You’re never lacking in the coffee or energy drink department. If you don’thave any at your house Chuuya buys you a case of your favorite and stocks yourfridge full especially around finals season. But, Chuuya knows surviving offenergy drinks is terrible for your health so he spends Sunday’s doing meal prepfor you (and him) so you have snacks and food for the week in case you’re toobusy to cook or go out to dinner with him.• Chuuya spends the majority of his time in your dorm or at your apartment ifyou’re on different schedules. He napsin your bed or does chores if your place is a bit messy, and sometimes hesurprises you by being absolutely naked under the covers when you get home. Ifyou’re a bit stressed he pulls you to the bed and starts massaging yourshoulders. More often than not if you only came home for a twenty minute breakbetween classes you end up not making it to class, or if you do you look very disheveledthanks to Chuuya and his magic hands.• Attending class is the worst part of this experience to Chuuya and if he canget away with skipping all together without affecting his grade he will. Hewaits for you to get out of class with a fresh cup of coffee and takes you outfor lunch. Depending on how much time you have free Chuuya whisks you away toan impromptu date. A movie, a festival, or a local bar he’s been wanting tocheck out for a while. Chuuya knows studying is important but on these dates hetends to coax you into staying with him a little longer or come back to hisapartment so he can ‘help’—you both know he has zero intentions of helping youstudy.• Games are important to Chuuya, it’s how he got a full ride to school in thefirst place and he invites you to every game. Seeing your face in the crowd beforea game starts helps him focus and helps him fight away any exhaustion or stresshe was feeling beforehand. He always finds you before the game starts for a goodluck kiss that leaves you breathless. He keeps a little soccer ball keychain onhis game bag near the sidelines that you gave him when you first starteddating; he fiddles with it when he’s on the sidelines and getting nervous ifhis team is losing.• When he needs to Chuuya can buckle down and study (he can’t risk losing hisscholarship) so he organizes little study dates somewhere quiet. Chuuya prefersstudying where all his things are and he winds up turning a small space of hisroom into a romantic comfy spot perfect for all night cramming and cuddling. Hemakes room for carry-over stuff of yours on his desk and gets a big comfy chairboth of you can fit on. There’s a mini-fridge with snacks, wine, water bottles,and all of your favorites. [Akutagawa]• Akutagawa takes his grades very seriously and is often buckled down in hisroom or the corner of a library studying. As much as he wants to spend timewith you his schoolwork comes first, but he won’t be upset if you come andsnuggle up to him while he’s reading or outlining a paper. Running his fingersthrough your hair helps relax him when he’s staring too intensely at a PDF fileof his logic lecture. Planting little kisses on his neck helps soothe him, anddistract him, if you’re pushy enough for his attention.• The minute he can afford it Akutagawa is practically running out of his dormroom to an apartment by himself. Of course you’re welcome to live there but notreally, in that awkward grey area because Akutagawa still likes his space, andhe leaves half the closet and a dresser drawer open for you. Unless you’re bothtrying to study for a final or have to whip a paper out of your ass in twohours Akutagawa assumes you’re going to be spending the night with him all thetime.• Akutagawa loves campus in the fall. Tumbling auburn leaves crunching underhis boots, the grey clouds and gusts of wind that make you snuggle up to himwhile he’s walking you to class. Instead of reminding you to bring your owncoat Akutagawa saves one of his older ones for you to wear during the coldermonths. When it starts to snow he brings out the matching scarf for you, andalways wears the one you gave him last year when his other one ripped.• Unless he’s absolutely famished Akutagawa hates eating in the dining hall andwould rather grab something to go from his apartment and eat outside or takeyou to breakfast. Starting off the day with food that doesn’t look or taste terribleis important, but there is a certain hot beverage cart near his old dorm thatAkutagawa has to go to in the mornings or he will be very grumpy. They’re theonly cart on campus that carries the type of tea he prefers. • Sleeping is a foreign concept to Akutagawa, and there are weekends where he’sslamming red bulls down his throat to finish a thesis and a report before Sundaymorning. Letting him ride out his insane homework habits is best because hewill get pissed if you try and interrupt him. But, after he’s finisheddestroying himself for 48 hours he’ll shower, crawl into bed, and snuggle up toyou like a koala with his limbs wrapped tightly around you and promptly passout for the entire day.
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So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin? | Noah & Reza
About three things Noah was absolutely positive.......
Toweling off his hair a little more Noah looked in the mirror for one last time checking to make sure he was presentable. If this was any normal night he’d be most likely be naked by now, obviously company warranted proper clothes. Or at least a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle tee. Hanging up his towel in his bathroom, Noah padded back across his room human ears pricked for the doorbell. He’d told Reza he could come over like an hour ago though maybe it took more time for the kid to get here than 30 minutes. Shrugging it off Noah went to scoop up the little foster pup from his position snoozing on his bed figuring it was best to just move everyone downstairs to wait. And of course it was only when he was halfway down the stairs did he hear it the faint chime of the doorbell that was only installed for Noah’s benefit, the little pup tucked under his arm starting to stir from all the noise. “Coming!” the boy called out as he ran down the last of the stairs Kea already beating him to the door “Back,” he commanded looking straight at her expecting her to do as she was told. And she did paws moving back a few steps, tail still wagging profusely. “Good girl” He praised before going for the door and opening it wide upon Reza. “Hello hello, long time no see.”
Reza would never admit to it but he'd shown up to Noah's house at the exact time given -- half an hour from their conversation-- and then proceeded to loiter around for another half hour. Mostly to avoid any unbearable situations, like accidentally disrupting Noah's shower early, but also because he didn't want to seem too eager. Which he was. Hanging around in that smelly hole of a basement he called home got lonely. Way lonely and cuddling it up with a dog was without a doubt the perfect solution. Talking to Noah didn't make things worse, either, since the older boy seemed to exist purely to spread positivity and kindness; something Reza really was lacking in his life at the moment. If only his traitorous thoughts would stop making him feel like hanging out with an admittedly handsome friend was in some way betrayal to a dead person. And really, person was a stretch. Jittery hands finally knocked on the door and Reza could immediately smell the mixed scent of dog, fresh shampoo and something his nose told him was Noah. "Hey," he greeted with a touch less enthusiasm, smile getting lost as his gaze quickly turned to the ground. "Thanks for letting me come over." Reza shifted on the doorstep, shrugging off his jacket as soon as he did to avoid it getting covered in dog hairs because no way was he not getting on his knees to pet the gorgeous dog wagging its tail, leaving him in the traditional black, skinny jeans and an even darker T-shirt (a personal favorite decorated with a sleeping cat and the words 'not today'). A sensation he knew by now, but was no less uncomfortable, told him that he couldn't pass the doorstep just yet. Noah hadn't explicitly invited him in which meant... yeah.
Moving away from the entrance so Reza could pass through Noah went to stand next to Kea happy she was waiting patiently. “It’s totally no problem dude.” He brushed off the gratitude smiling at the boy, because it really was no problem. “Plus you caught us on a quiet night, most of the time there’s at least 3 extra people milling about the kitchen eating our food, isn’t that right?” Noah cooed down at the little pup in his arms, his little snout giving a rather large yawn that made Noah’s heart practically melt in his chest. God he love puppies so much. Glancing back over at the kid he noticed he’s gotten rid of his jacket, a funny shirt and his general punk skinny jeans look underneath. And Noah would be lying if he didn’t feel that tingle, that small little wolf inside of him kinda wondering what all those clothes would look like on the floor. But he pushed that down. God. He really needed to get laid sometime soon so that shit stopped happening with his fucking friends. Shaking off the inner turmoil though Noah cocked his head at the boy outside. “So what are you a vampire now?” Noah teased looking at Reza standing stock still on the doorway. Most of his regular friends would have barged in by now, but then again Reza was not a normal friend, and maybe he just was super polite, yea maybe that was it. “Come on get in here before Kea explodes from excitement.” Noah said before turning and walking towards the couch making it plainly clear the Reza should come inside now. Oh and shut the door behind him too.
Reza quickly began to fidget, weighing the option of just turning on his heel and walking the other way because this was just... the worst. The puppy yawned with excitement and Reza decided to stay, if only for the dog. Something shifted in Noah's eyes for a second, pupils darkening and for a moment Reza wondered if it was realization dawning behind his eyes. Did Reza's reluctance -- or inability-- to enter somehow out him as a vampire? Holy... “So what are you a vampire now?” A... a joke? Noah was joking. Obviously. He didn't know, how could he. The offer to step inside was accepted without hesitation, Reza shuffling inside with an awkward laugh. "A vampire. Yeah, for sure. I'm the one creeping outside your window every night." Cringing at himself, Reza simply turned all his attention to the dog instead of trying to fix that mess of a sentence. He was greeted vigorously by the door, a genuine laugh slipping past his lips as paws scrabbled for Reza, tongue slobbering towards his face. "Hey, there, girl How are you? You are absolutely gorgeous," he cooed, the built up tension and nervousness easing slightly as his cold fingers wrapped into the soft fur.
“You know if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.” Noah quipped playfully over his shoulder as he walked over to the couch the little foster puppy in tow with him while Haukea stayed by the door. Blanching a little though at the realization of what he just said, to Reza, someone who thought he was weird for giving a compliment Noah instantly backtracked “And I swear that was totally a joke” He said turning around so Reza could see the seriousness in his eyes. Holding it for a moment Noah resumed his task, sitting down and making himself comfortable. That and reminding himself that Reza was not one of his bros. He didn’t get the humor and the subtle gay undertones that were a part of Noah’s everyday life with his friends. Looking over at Haukea though (as she totally ignored her training and jumped on Reza, hed had to go over that with her again) Noah realized again where he was failing “Oh my god. You’ve never met Haukea have you.” Noah asked over the side of the couch practically face palming himself “Wow. My total bad dude. So yea that’s Haukea, she loves long walkies and taking up half of whatever you are sitting on. So don’t say you weren’t warned” Noah grinned over at the pair happy that Kea might have have a part in making the poor kid smile.
"That's not what I..." Reza started defensively, cutting himself off short as he remembered that Noah liked his jokes a bit underneath the belt. So this was a joke. Obviously. Noah quickly confirmed that he hadn't been serious but Reza was still rigid as a stick. Man, this was exhausting, wading through weird hoops of compliments and sexual jokes delivered so casually that they made him sort of choke on his own spit. His attention turned back to the dog, a much safer area than pretty much all conversation with Noah, a smile returning to Reza's face. "She can take up all the space she wants." Nuzzling her head with his forehead before the dog bounded back to Noah, Reza stood up and brushed off his jeans. He felt pretty exposed wearing nothing but a T-shirt but putting on his jacket would make it seem like he was itching to leave right away. Hands in his pockets, Reza loitered over to the couch, glancing to the puppy joining Noah on the couch. "And, uh, who's that then?"
Ignoring the slightly awkward atmosphere that came about with his joke Noah focused on making himself more comfortable on the couch.Turning his back toward the armrest Noah spread his legs slightly placing the small pup on the space between his chest and his knees. Yea that was a lot more comfortable, though that still left Reza over by the door while Noah was taking up half the couch.. “You shouldn’t say that.” Noah replied to Reza with a playful shake of his head hoping the kid would get the memo that he could come into the living room. “Because next thing you know she’ll be pushing you out of a queen sized bed. Huh you little bed stealer ” He gave Haukea a nice head scratch as she passed already jumping up into her usual spot at Noah’s feet. But that’s not what Noah wanted. “Down.” Noah commanded with a finger snap the second her paws touched the couch. “Reza gets to chose where he sits first then you can squeeze your ass in whatever space is available” He told her as if she understood, but he guessed that was less for her benefit and more for Reza’s. Because while there were few of fluffy pillows strewn about the floor (from the last pack meeting), and a rather large looking armchair tucked in the corner (Cahill’s chair) Noah kinda wished Reza would sit with him on the couch. You know. Like Friends did. Looking down at the speckled puppy trying to find a good sport on his chest Noah huffed a little, the pups name a sore spot in his eyes “Well technically his name at the barn was Granite, but I’m not sure if I like that for him.” He frowned at the puppy slightly “Though I probably shouldn’t rename him if I’m fostering, don’t want to become too attached you know”
"I don't need..." A bed? Sleep? Not things you can say, Reza, "...that much space, to be honest. Perks of being a skinny, small guy." Usually, he was more comfortable curled up on the edge of a mattress, anyway. As Haukea was commanded to the floor, Reza frowned, her big, sad dog eyes tugging at his sympathy. Noah's following statement made him shift awkwardly as he wondered if Mister Big and Burly wanted Reza to squeeze into the couch with him. That plan had so many flaws, including but not exclusive to Reza's cold skin, Reza being that close to someone with a beating heart (blood bag or no, his gums still itched at the thought) and Reza being mildly terrified of the thought of human contact since... Yeah, Reza on the couch wasn't happening. "Aw, I don't have the heart to leave her on the floor," he excused himself, taking a seat crosslegged on a pillow facing Noah. It felt instantly more comfortable, perhaps in part because this was the similar set up he'd had with Heath while watching TV and no, comparing Noah to him in any way or form was not an option. "What if I rename him?" he blurted out to escape from pit in his head that had slowly cracked open, "that way it's not exactly yours but you get to call it something else?"
Noah couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at Reza chalking up the small pause in between his phrases as just the punk teen being awkward again. “Well the concept of not needing much space that has become completely foreign to me since puberty,” He admitted with a shrug ruffling the fluffy ears of the puppy in his lap. Watching closely as Haukea used her eyes Reza though Noah opened his mouth to say something but instantly shut it, knowing that he probably had fucked on on this one. Because offering couch space to Reza was too forward wasn’t it? It was too intimate and too. It was too much of what Noah liked and what Noah needed, and probably none what Reza needed. So taking the small sense of hurt and rejection and burying it deep down Noah just spread his legs out in front of him the pup in his lap nipping lightly at Noah’s leg as it moved. “Well your loss dude.” He joked out casually “Especially since she’s definitely manipulating you.” Noah looked over towards Haukea the lab smiling between both Noah and Reza almost happy she got her way. But he could never be mad at that face for long “Yea cuz you would have been just fine spread eagle over the top of us on the couch wouldn’t you?” He cooed as he gave her a couple good neck scratches with his outstretched hand. Feeling Granite start to puppy chew on his other hand Noah glanced over to Reza mulling his proposition over in his mind “I mean if you want to? I mean. I guess. I don’t know.” Noah rambled knowing he was making no sense whatsoever, “But I guess what I mean to say is If you feel like you have a good one I’m definitely open to it.
Reza watched the dog for a moment as it made itself comfortable, wondering if he was really that easily manipulated that a canine could overpower his will. No, this had been a decision based purely on not having to plop onto the sofa next to Noah. Reza wasn't the pushover he'd been -- how could he be considering what he'd become? Besides, that big ball of fluff wasn't capable of real manipulation, anyway. Brushing off the cord the statement had struck within him, Reza focused on the name-giving instead. "Hey, woah, I never said I had a good one. Just trying to be a problem solver." Leaning back, palms flat against the floor, he thought it over. A lot of names he'd have given his own pets came to mind but this was Noah. Maybe it didn't need to be too complicated, though... "I think, and don't cite me on this, that in Hebrew, Caleb means like, wolf or dog or something. So it's like naming your cat Cat."
“Well you’re in the Kalani household now kid, we expect perfection” Noah teased out towards Reza a sly grin on his face. It was hopefully taken as the joke it was, mostly because he really did appreciate the help however small. And he was glad reza was starting to get comfortable with him enough to suggest things. Contemplating the suggestion though Noah bit his lip slightly “You know I never thought about Caleb. I mean I usually name my animals funny things in Hawaiian and not funny things in Hebrew.” Noah smiled looking down at Haukea (aka little miss Snow White) fondly. Well that was before Granite puppy chewed at his fingers again bringing the older boy’s attention back to him “But maybe you could be the one that breaks the mold huh buddy.” He cooed moving his hands a bit so the pup had to move some to pin them. “So hebrew huh? Do you actually know the language or are you like a name researcher” He asked glancing over at Reza.
Reza felt immensely relieved that Noah liked the name, feeling pretty happy to have put something nice into this household. Even though it wasn't permanent but maybe the name would stick. Eyeing the dog with envy, knowing that there was no way he could take care of a dog -- not to mention a puppy-- Reza ripped himself out of those thoughts. Yes, having something to cuddle in the damp hole of a basement would make everything tremendously improved but he couldn't do that to the poor thing, bringing it into those living conditions. He didn't want to think about what else could go wrong, having a live animal around him at all times. The blood bags weren't necessarily going to be a plan forever. "Uh, neither? I do know some Arabic and the two are pretty similiar in a lot of ways so... I mean, I have researched names but like... only pet names since that was kinda all I wanted when I was younger. And now, too, I guess." He smiled, eyes flicking back to the puppy trying to devour Noah's hand and failing completely.
Glancing over toward Reza Noah could see his eyes on the pup, the longing almost palpable and Noah knew what he had to do next. Lifting Granite/Caleb off of his chest the older boy placed him on the floor in a small unceremonious gesture scooting the pup toward the boy “Here go terrorize your sister and Uncle Reza for a change.” He mock whispered to the pup as Haukea lifted her head from her spot, tail thumping against the ground in anticipation for puppy play time with her new little foster brother. Settling back into his dog free zone on the couch Noah scooted forward his head now resting on a pillow against the headrest, his long ass legs dangling slightly from the other end. “Thats pretty cool.” He commented though once Reza started talking about his language skills “I mean I’ve never tried Arabic, but I give you mad props for trying, cuz it looks hard as fuck.” Turning he resettled himself so he was facing Reza and not the ceiling “I do get the pet name thing though, cuz my dad was always asking me to name the strays left at his clinic. So I’d go online and take a few days to pick out like what I thought was the perfect name and he’d be like… you know you could have just picked something easy like Bob” Noah recalled with a smile, heart aching slightly at the fact that that was only a memory now.
Reza accepted the pup trotting over with welcoming arms, chuckling as it stumbled over his legs. "Hey," he whispered to Caleb, scratching his head. "Hmm? Oh, it's easier when your parents speak the language. I mean, I'm rusty as fuck these days but..." Shrugging, Reza saved his fingers from the relentless puppy's chewing to pull down the collar of his shirt. "I kid myself that I'm keeping the language alive by getting tattoos in urdu, like my mom's name here. I also have a quote on my ribs but, uhm..." Reza let his shirt fall back over his collarbone, clearing his throat. "Yeah, you can just imagine that one. So, uh, Bob the dog. Doesn't have as good of a ring to it as Caleb the dog." Smooth transition there, big guy. Reza really did like talking about his tattoos but he wasn't going to start... stripping for Noah to show them off.
Looking at Reza Noah smiled a little glad that the Caleb was having a good time with his guest. “Yea i’ll bet” Noah mumbled out into the couch a little sad that his dad didn’t speak more Hawaiian to him, or that his mom completely forgot her Turkish due to being adopted young. Eye tracking Reza though he stared at deft fingers pulling down his shirt collar to show him his urdu tattoo, that was actually quite beautiful. Trying not to stare to hard though Noah focused on the symbolism of the tattoo and not the pale skin underneath especially when Reza started blushing about the quote on his ribs. “Dude don’t kid yourself.” Noah shook his head sitting up on the couch “I mean first thing I’m doing when I get off of football this year is go and get my family’s tribal pattern on my chest and shoulder in honor of my dad. So like I get it.” He grinned at the other boy before the light bulb went off in his head “Which speaking of, do you know any good artists that know about polynesian tattoos?” He asked Reza ears perking up slightly at the sound of the door opening. It was Charlie one of the pack members coming through the door. “Looking for extra poker chips?” Noah called out to him pre-empting the mans questioning. It was poker night for Cahill and his male pack members, and of course the Alpha would send someone else to collect the things Noah told him he should bring in the first place. Typical. Standing there like the lumberjack wonder he was Charlie looked a little confused, hand rubbing in his beard, before he nodded, eyes never straying from Reza “Up the stairs in the hall closet” Noah pointed, as if this was the most casual thing in the world to him. Slowly Charlie climbed the stairs leaving Reza and Noah back to their talking “Don’t mind him, that’s just Charlie, a friend of my Uncles” Noah said waving it off as it if was nothing.
Reza perked up when Noah asked about a tattoo artist, the thought of actually being able to give someone good advice on something he knew and knew well filling him with a euphoric purpose. "Dude, yeah! I've seen so many great tattoos when I've been browsing and--" The door slammed and Reza's newly found energy escaped his body like a deflating balloon. Someone was home? Reza hadn't been prepared for anyone other than Noah and some dogs. The very tall, very burly man that appeared in the door caused every muscle in Reza's body to tense, his fingers wrapping up in Caleb's fur. The fact that this bearded man wasn't moving his eyes off Reza's face despite how uncomfortable the vampire clearly looked wasn't helping the situation. Even when the freezing stare left him, Reza still sat completely still, almost inhumanly so, only snapping back to reality when Caleb started to squirm. "Hmm? Yeah, it's... fine. Just... fine." Caleb starting licking at Reza's hand, clearly sensing the discomfort. With his brain slowly calming down after the disheartening staring contest, Reza became acutely aware of the smell in the room that seemed to have intensified with Charlie's arrival. It was the same smell Reza had subconsciously started connecting to Noah, only much stronger. Was this... were the both of them not... human? Did Reza's nose know more than he did?
Smiling at the boy Noah tried to keep the conversation going, mistaking Reza’s silence for the possibility that he was just uncomfortable. Which Noah thought was fair enough, not everyone lived with such an open door policy as the Kalani Pack did after all, and that could be startling at first. Just all the people coming and going. “That’s good though,” Noah commented after Charlie bounded up the stairs “I mean I want to make sure it’s done, well, respectfully and as authentically as possible though so it’s like.” Noah shrugged “I almost feel like i should fly to Hawai’i and get to done there just to be safe or something”
"Yeah, mhm," Reza replied with disinterest, ears now perked for any sound from the broody Charlie. Something in him was tingling, telling him to run, probably just his paranoia but he was definitely on edge. "Hawaii sounds fun and--" Footsteps thumped back down the stairs and Reza tensed, with Caleb cuddling into his lap, probably expecting something dangerous to happen just because of Reza's reaction. Charlie appeared back downstairs and Reza's eyes locked onto the dogs, in the hopes of avoiding another staring contest. As soon as Charlie left, Reza could politely excuse himself and bolt. Even though he could already imagine Noah's big, sad eyes reacting to that announcement.
Watching Reza tense again as Charlie came back down the stairs Noah couldn’t help but be concerned. He didn’t know much about Charlie only that the 30-something man had swept in from Montana 5 years ago after his wife left him. Apparently she wasn’t a fan of werewolves, which was sad, but luckily Charlie found the right man to bring his car into for repairs. Funnily enough the rest was history. But that didn’t mean Noah felt as at ease around Charlie as he did other members of the pack. Charlie was. Well he was just Charlie. Stoic and obedient. Didn’t talk much. Which was a shame because he always looked like he had something to say under that rugged beard. Like he did right now standing at the bottom of the stairs a troubled look on his face. “Hey before I go,” Charlie paused coming a bit closer “Um did you happen to tell Cahill about this?” He asked swinging a finger in both of their directions. Glancing over the side of the couch to where Charlie was standing Noah gave a confused stare. “Tell Cahill what? About me having someone over?” He asked not really knowing what the big deal was about. He was 22 after all well past the age where he needed to tell Cahill about each and every one of his playdates “No I meant about you being here with” Charlie’s eyes flickered slightly toward Reza, giving Noah the all so subtle hint that it had something to do with the boy on the ground “I dont know what you’re-”” Noah until. Shit. Fuck. Did Charlie mean, no, he couldn’t be. Trying to stop his brain from exploding inside of his skull Noah stood hand in the air the a look of pure panic written all over his face “we’re totally not like dating or fucking if that’s what you mean I swear we’re just friends I mean I’m not even g-” “Stop,” Charlie stopped him with his free hand eyes wide “I totally did not mean that,” He clarified before his face soften “though If you were to be dating men now I would be totally fi-” Noah could feel all of the blood rush out of his body at that exact second. “Do not finish that sentence for the love of all that is holy,” He blurted over the top of Charlie, the look of panic still caught in his eyes. Because nope he was not doing this here, like this, in front of Reza ok. I mean not that he minded coming out to Reza since it seemed like the boy wouldn’t judge but just. Yea no, Nope. Not the time not the place “Just tell me what you meant before and we’ll consider everything good.” Noah continued lips pursed in a line now. But it was Charlie who now looked confused “You mean you can’t feel it?” Looking at Charlie and Noah couldn’t help but shake his head, an eyebrow raised to illustrate his own emotions on the subject “Feel what?” He asked turning to Reza wondering if the boy had any insight.
It was definitely time to freak out now, Reza decided, as Charlie asked his 'before I go' question. Really, it was some sort of miracle that Noah hadn't found him out yet, since Reza felt like he just radiated these awkward vibes of 'I'm not human.' Avoiding Charlie's accusing gaze, mind screaming fire and setting off every alarm, Reza couldn't help but wonder just how this very large man had deducted Reza's secret after being here for literally five minutes. It had to mean that he wasn't human and neither was Noah... Noah, who was now on his feet and Reza realized he hadn't been listening to what was transpiring, instead just preparing for imminent doom, but his friend (?) was blushing like crazy and maybe this wasn't about him being a vampire? Did Charlie think this was a... date? Noah was close to screaming now and Reza's muscles were all tensed for escape, his eyes starting to flit to the door. Charlie had made it clear that he wasn't showing an interest in Noah's love life. He was showing an interest in the vermin Noah had brought into their house. “Feel what?” Noah asked and as soon as his attention turned to Reza, the vampire was on the move, scrambling to his feet around the confused puppy and bolting to the door. He heard Charlie approaching before he saw him, barrelling into the muscular chest now blocking the door. His stance went defensive -- primal-- as Charlie growled deep from his throat. The other dogs whined at the sound and Reza could feel his eyes flashing red. Shit. “You let him invite you into his home. His den-” Charlie paused, taking a deep breath, his hackles coming down slightly. Reza didn't relax one bit. “You owe him an explanation. You owe him that much at least. And if you don’t tell him I will." Shoulders still hunched, eyes red and narrowed, Reza resisted the urge to hiss. He should just let him leave, this was completely unnecessary. "Just let me leave," he half-growled under his breath, for Charlie's ears only, voice almost pleading.
Watching it all unfold like a bad horror film, Reza must have been supernatural with the way he moved Noah’s eyes barely registering he’d left before he was clashing at the door with Charlie. And Noah was up in an instant mind going straight to how he could de escalate the situation instead of anything else. Or rather just get Reza to somewhere safe and not staring down the barrel of 250 pounds of angry werewolf. Wedging himself in between the two men Noah kept his eyes on Charlie, hands reaching out behind him to start pushing Reza’s torso, hoping the other boy would get the hint that he needed to back away and back away now. “Stand Down Charlie” Noah growled out a certain venom to his words. In purer werewolf terms he was outranked for sure. But this was still his house, and Noah was. Well Noah was the punk ass kid who challenged his Alpha all the time, so he wasn’t going to let some lowly pack member try to tell him what was best for his world. Not now, not ever. “Noah” Charlie growled out as if to test his resolve. But noah was not backing down No sir. “Do not fucking Noah me right now. This is my house. I outrank you by default.” He was staring straight at Charlie now as if daring him to challenge his authority in his own fucking house. Luckily for all of them though Charlie had enough sense to know when he was beaten and silently looked away waiting for Noah to clean up the mess he’d just made. Taking a deep breath Noah kept his eyes on Charlie but spoke for the boy behind him. “Reza, if you need to leave the back slider is open. You can go down the porch, and take a right around the struts, there’s a gate to the drive way in that general direction. If you just need somewhere safe my room is at the top of the stairs 2nd door on the left. No one but me is allowed to be in there.” The last part was emphasized not for Reza’s benefit but for Charlie’s, as they all knew the house rules. Noah’s bedroom was off limits unless invited. Even for Cahill the alpha.
Noah's hand on his torso made Reza cringe away, his body still pulled taut like a string waiting to snap. A part of him wanted a fight, convinced he could at least get a few good hits -- or bites-- in, but Noah being in the way stopped him. It took his panicked and anger-run brain a moment to realize that Noah wasn't trying to defend Charlie; he was defending Reza. Deflating like a popped balloon, Reza took a few steps back, eyes fading back to brown. The word 'leave' snapped his attention because yes, yes Reza needed to leave. The primal part of his brain was still lit up like a Christmas tree and that scared whatever logic was left in his brain; no way did he want this situation to escalate. He backtracked a few more steps, feeling Charlie's gaze burning his face. "I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath, turning on his heel and bolting for the back slider. As soon as he burst outside into the fresh air, his head cleared, managing to work through some of what he'd just witnessed. Charlie was an... animal. A werewolf. Which had to mean that Noah was one, too. And Charlie could have killed him. But he didn't. Because of Noah. Noah had protected him, even after most likely realizing that Reza wasn't human either; that Reza had lied. Realizing that he was still sprinting, Reza slowed down, finally slumping down to the ground. He could still see the barnhouse in the distance but he couldn't find the strength to get up, mind still reeling. His secret was out to Noah. And Reza had no idea what would happen now.
#pre finale#touchofchatzy#storyline: sun and moon#rezathevamp#tw: drug mention#for the title?#//ALSO PROPS TO WHOMEVER GETS THE REFERENCES#XD
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Warnings: The drawings are mine (I didn't want anyone to be upset with me using something without permission), fluff... A bit of angst. Sam x Reader You kept sneaking glances at Sam where he was stretched out on the bed. The expression on his face lazy, almost sleepy. He and his brother were your mentors, your friends and maybe one day... Sam would be your lover. The taller brother was cute, kind and so incredibly hard working. This was one of the first times that you could get a clear look at a face of his that wasn't... Concentrated. You'd only known him for a few months and didn't want to push him toward a relationship with just losing Jess. John had taken you under his wing after the case of the Stripper Slaying Spirit. When you'd been a victim, barely saved but showed a drive to learn and desire to hunt he took you under his wing reluctantly. However, at nineteen you were already on the pole. You had dropped out of high school to escape your abusive mother. It was well paying work and you never had to strip completely naked because the bar served alcohol which was good for you. You'd actually met Dean when he was drooling over one of your friends who was quite good at slowly twisting and moving. She was definitely a favorite. Unfortunately, she was murdered and Dean found you behind the strip club smashing anything you could find in rage. With Dean out on a run for food, that left the two of you alone in the motel. You guys had just finished a salt and burn and we're taking the night to recoup. Now, you were drawing Sam from this wonderful angle as he bounced a ball off the wall above you. "(Y/n)?" He calls and you glance up at him. "What made you start hunting?" You pause at that and wince. You had begged your best friend, when he asked to take his brother with you to find John, not to tell his brother your past. You weren't embarrassed but you found that no decent guy your interested in likes to hear 'yeah, I'm a ex-stripper,'. "Uh... John and Dean saved me and this was kind of less demeaning than my old job." You explain with a deep breath and begin to work on shading. "What did you used to do? It can't be that bad," he tells you, frowning. You glance up at him slowly and smirk. Well, it's best to be honest now rather than later. And it seems as if you've been issued a challenge. "I was a stripper," you tell him with a raised eyebrow, expecting his jaw drop. "O-oh. Really?" He asks sitting up some. You wanted to scold him and have him shuffle back to his position. "That's not so bad," he tells you and you feel shock at his acceptance. "What was that like?" "Not so bad. Pay was pretty good, confidence booster, and pole dancing is fun, actually. It's an art. And that's what I wanted to do. Art." Sam smiles. "So, what are you always drawing?" He asks and you freeze, panicking a little. Your sketchbook is filled to the brim with Sam. He had become your muse these last few weeks and now you were obsessed. You would never admit that you'd even stayed up one night to map out his features perfectly on a page. "Different things. Ghosts. That kind of thing." "Can I see?" "When I'm finished." He grins at your sneaky smirk. "Okay, hurry up," he tells you. ..... Many years later... Dean hadn't meant to open your sketchbook... Well. Yes he did. He was a little drunk and you were passed out from your own drinking shanagins. Here in your motel room. He'd kind of wondered about the things you drew. But he picked up the one you'd kept by you at all times. And when he slipped it out from the bottom of your bag, under your unmentionables, he never expected what he saw. "What?" He gasps as he slowly flips through the different angles of his brother. Now he'd known for a while that you'd had the hots for his brother but some of these were from... Hell, 2005? Jesus. With a glance at you, he couldn't wait to play match maker. .... Three weeks, it took him three damn weeks to finally get you away from your sketchbook long enough to show Sam. It was stuck in your hand like glue. Even working a case. It frustrated him to high hell. But he had forced you to wait in the Impala to go to the bathroom after your large morning coffee. Even Sam was complaining about it to Dean. You were practically rolling around in agony from holding it. But you had to go so bad that you just darted out of the car, leaving your bag in the backseat. "Dean! What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam demands from him as his brother whips around and digs through until he can pull out the booklet. "Take a look. I've been telling you for years." He grunts and throws the booklet on Sam's lap. His younger brother flushes at the lace thong caught in the ring of it. He carefully untangles the fabric and sets it behind them, in her bag. "Dean-," he starts hesitantly. "What's she always telling you? That they aren't finished? That it's not good? Open it, Sam." They both glance toward the gas station and then look at the pages on Sam's lap. Sam flips it open and freezes. The numbers, the lines and smudges, they all fit together in a confusing meaning. Only a few pages were left in the book. But the rest were all of Sam. Whether it was his face, his hands, his shape, every thing was undoubtedly him. "Told you she digged you. Now buck up, cowboy. You've got to get the girl." .... Sam and Dean had been acting strange yet again. But it was different than usual. Dean kept ditching you two alone. He would use every excuse to get you to remotely near each other. Now he was pairing you guys up on cases. When you would go to diners, he'd kick his feet up next him so you were forced to sit with Sam instead. Hell, when the motels were fresh out of two doubles, he would kick you out of the room for stupid reasons. Last time it was because 'If you couldn't keep your hair off the wall then you needed to join the other long haired beast'. You hadn't even showered. He was doing the same damn the thing today. Only as you're pushed into the chilly night air in your underwear and an oversized shirt. He threw your bag at you and slammed the door in your face. You wanted kick the door down and charge in there but Sam's voice has you turning. "He kicked you out like that? Are you kidding me?" He growls as he climbs out of the Impala, keys and a coffee in one hand. He's digging a hand into his pocket and cursing as he tries desperately to pull out his room key. "Yeah, sorry, again." "Don't be. Dean's just being a dick." He mutters, glancing over and the way your trying to keep your feet off the freezing ground. He quickly sticks the key in and turns the knob. You smile at him in thanks as he lets you slip in first. The floor is much warmer than the concrete outside and you feel blessed that Sam was just returning. But much to your disappointment, he did that awkward thing where he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Not knowing what to say to you. He'd barely said anything to you. "I'm gonna go research," he finally says and trudges over to the table with his laptop and books. "Want help?" You ask him and he shakes his head at you. "Alright. You want left then?" "Uh. Yeah. Thanks." You truck to the other side of the bed, dropping your bag next to it and shiver. "Fuck you, Dean." You rub your legs together as you pull the blankets back, unaware that Sam is taking a long glance at your bright blue underwear. At least it wasn't lace. He would have been able to handle that. You crawl in and bundle yourself up in the cold sheets. It took thirty seconds of your teeth chattering before Sam was looking to you with a sigh. "I'm sorry." "No, it's fine. I'm just going to shower. I'll be back." He did exactly that. You'd warmed up by then and went on to drawing. He pauses at this. "Can I see what you're drawing?" He asks and you smile at him. Satisfied with the sight of him in low hanging sweats and a few droplets of water from his growing hair. "It's not finished, Sam." "Come on, I've never seen your work. Just one?" He pleads and see the way you shift uncomfortably. Slowly, he makes his way around your side of the bed, standing over where you're clutching it to your chest. "It's not very good." "You've been working on this piece for six years. I think it's perfect." When you shake your head he sighs. Then picks up a leg and drapes it over you. You gasp at the action. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't see this. But he simply sat straddling you. "Okay. (Y/n). Show me and... I'll tell you a secret..." This makes you raise an eyebrow. "What kind of secret?" You scoff at him. "One that I have been keeping from you for a long time. One that you might like to hear." This captured your attention. What did that even mean?" "But... What if I'm embarrassed to show you?" You ask, trying not to focus on the heat he was radiating. "I promise that I won't laugh or be upset or angry. I will only admire." With a deep breath, you slowly pass the book to him. He takes it, aware of what's there. As if he's not really paying attention, he slides off, rolling onto the bed beside you. You watch as he slowly flips through your pages, biting his lip on the way. "Incredible. Why me?" "You're my muse," you admit shyly. He grins and looks at you. "My secret," he says, letting you glance up through your eyelashes. "Is that I love you. And I've known about these for a while. Just ask, and I'll be your model." Shock floods you and you blush deeply as he leans in and gives a lingering kiss to your lips. "Thank you, Sam." You hum softly and tuck yourself in his side. "I love you, too."
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