pov: kung saan nakahanap si wonwoo nang pahinga in the form of a coffee lover who is always willing to listen to him whenever life is getting too much for him to handle. everything between them was platonic until it was not.
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pairing: heeseung x afab! reader
wc: 19.4k
synopsis: Heeseung and you belonged to two different worlds. Being at the right place at the wrong time, your whole world changes and you find yourself in the world of the rich…as Heeseung’s fiancée.
warnings: fake relationship, playboy heeseung, sex with a different woman than reader, smut, protected sex, masturbation, 02z and le sserafim yunjin as best friends, &team nicholas as a shitty date (sorry nicho ily) yunjin and sunghoon have things going on, making out, mentions of strawberry lube, 02z are a tease, rude heeseung,, no smut between reader and heeseung this chapter, but things happen yknow..
a/n: i feel like my writing sucks but enjoy the first part....
Sept. 2022 — Seoul
“I think it is time for you to get married.”
At the long dinner table where all the family was sitting, all eyes were on one person only. The silence took over until his mother stared at him with loving eyes as well, making him choke on his food, and leaning over to get his drink.
“Sorry, what?”
“You heard me, we want you to get married to that Jisoo girl.”
Heeseung, made an unpleasant expression, as his mother gently tapped his back from the little choking he had earlier. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “She is really so lovely, you would give me amazing grandkids.”
Heeseung’s family owned one of the biggest companies based in South Korea, which made them known all over the country and they were treated like royalty. They attended balls, they hosted balls, they lived in a mansion and Heeseung never knew what being without money is like.
With his dad deciding to pass his company to his son, he wanted him to get married, it has always been like this in their family, they would prove they can be a good family figure before they took over the responsibility.
Heeseung always lived with the dream of being the boss of this empire, but until this day, sitting on this table with his parents, he never really had to think it through.
He had to get married.
He felt sick, especially thinking of Jisoo, who they find suitable for him, he ended up in the same events and parties with her multiple times and she was unbearable. He had nothing to do with her, especially getting married. He didn’t feel like he was ready to get married but, how was he supposed to say this to his father when he was so ready to retire and this was all he was waiting for?
“Dad, Mom. I know you like her and.. I—” He cut his words to gulp down the left over wine on his glass. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why is that? Do you have someone else in your life?” His dad raised his eyebrows at him, examining his son’s expression that seemed worried.
Heeseung had literally no one in his life, in fact he wanted to have too many. He was at an age where he wanted to party and hook up and this was too soon for all his fun to end. His friends were also single as ever, they had so many plans, how was he going to leave his amazing life behind?
“I don’t.”
That was all he could say before he got up from his chair and grabbed his car keys to drive back to his house.
He had no chance.
He called his best friends on his way home, putting them on speaker.
“I am fucked.”
Long cheers and shouts filled his ears and his face scrunched up at how they got it all wrong. “Heeseung you are faster than ever my brother, who is the girl?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Jake, I am not talking about a girl.”
Sounds stopped from the phone and silence took over before Jay spoke this time. “What’s wrong?”
Heeseung bit his lips from frustration, he had to come up with a plan. “I am getting married.”
He never heard a louder ‘What?!’ from his friends, they never thought of Heeseung marrying so young. Yes he was a romantic, when it’s necessary but he just never had a serious relationship before. And he never fell in love.
“Bro! We were going to marry last! Heeseung, listen to me! What the fuck man? We were supposed to make fun of Jay for getting married so early!”
“Oh my god Sunghoon, shut it.” Jay hissed, but the giggles of Jake was audible before he understood how serious the situation was and mumbled a tiny ‘sorry’. “What about we talk about this tomorrow at golf?” Jay suggested and Heeseung hummed to him. “Alright.”
When he arrived at his home, he showered and got ready for bed. He flinched when the thought of a woman lying beside him striked his mind. He did love women, a lot, and he loved spending time with them, a lot. He just didn’t expect for his time to arrive so quickly. He was only in his early 20s.
He huffed, rolling down on his bed, his sleep was taken from him with the new stress his father revealed to him. He had to come up with a plan, a plan that is not pleasant but that has to be done. For his own good.
When he couldn’t sleep, he reached for his phone, calling a number, expecting for them to not pick up.
“Heeseung?” Her voice sounded breathy, and loud noises were coming from the background, he lifted one of his eyebrows, “Can you come to my place?”
“Oh, Heeseung, you are so cute when you are needy like this.” She chirped, the sounds coming to an end as he guessed she was out of the club, on his way to him. Women were always on their way to him, it never missed.
“Am not needy, I need to relieve some stress though.” He mumbled, getting out of his bed to pour something to drink. “Sure, Heeseung, be there in 5.”
15 minutes later, which is only 10 minutes later after she arrived, she always kept her promises and Heeseung admired that, he was already on top of her, holding the headboard with his one hand as he pounded into her in missionary. She was experimental so when she took out strawberry flavored lube from her bag and wanted him to use it, he just shrugged and went with it.
Oh now he was regretting everything, the smell was tacky, it did feel good when he was eating her out to let out all of his frustration and it tasted better than ever, but now he was so close, and everything somehow felt empty.
He was thinking about and hoping that she would not stay, so he can change his sheets and sleep in peace.
“Are you close?” Heeseung muttered, letting go of the headboard to lean into her body, he regretted that when his chest pressed to her sticky boobs, “Please say you are.”
“Heeseungie, what’s wrong with you today?” She leaned up to kiss him, but Heeseung rejected the kiss in the most gentle way, “Getting tired, that’s all.”
She cackled, running her fingers through his hair, “You, Lee Heeseung, tired from sex? Sure.”
He rolled his eyes, grabbing the headboard again, “It was a long day okay?” He mumbled, starting to slam his hips in a faster way, making her let out moans, which sounded weird, but somehow they managed to turn him on, so in a few seconds he was cumming into the condom.
“Make me cum too, I know you are a real gentleman, Heeseung.”
He tried his best to act nice, slipping out of her and pushing his middle and ring finger in instead, pumping in and out of her fucked hole. “Good?” He asked, even though he didn’t give a damn, but when she let out another scream that confirmed she was having fun, he smirked.
She cummed all over his digits, she bit her lips in anticipation as she waited for Heeseung’s next move, but when he wiped his fingers on her stomach, she winced. “Are you serious?”
“Seriously, not in the mood.” He got off the bed, walking over to his chair and wearing his bathrobe that was sitting on it. “You can leave.”
She looked at him in horror, she had fucked Heeseung so many times and both of them knew there was no romantic feelings involved, but he was never this much of an ass.
When he felt a harsh smack on his cheek, he froze, but he immediately knew he deserved it so he couldn’t open his mouth.
“Then you shouldn’t have called me. Prick.” She spat, taking her clothes from the floor and quickly changing, meanwhile Heeseung just stared, standing in the corner of his room. She packed her bag, but left the bottle of lube he despised on his bedside table, before she turned around to him.
“I really pity the woman you are going to marry in the future.”
With that, he heard his door slamming shut. She was gone. Heeseung sat on his bed and rubbed his temples, questioning why he acted like a pig towards her. She came all the way just to make him happy, and he acted so ungrateful, he made her feel worthless.
He was turning into a man that he never wanted to be. Maybe he really needed to get married and act like a decent person. To find a wife and make her happy.
With the word wife running in his mind, he felt sick, the smell bothered him even more and on top of that, he imagined his supermodel friend who just left still laying next to him, as his wife.
He wanted to puke.
The next morning, as planned, he wore his dark blue polo t-shirt and cream colored pants, he also added leather gloves in his bag. He didn’t have any breakfast because he enjoyed the one he usually has at the golf club with his friends.
Previous night’s remnants still felt like all over him as he sat on the leather seat of his sports car and he drove to the address where he spends every weekend at. He was wearing his sandalwood cologne and his hair was styled back. When he checked himself in the mirror, he loved how he looked. Actually he was sure he was going to get tone of looks today, like always, so he didn’t cry about losing his fuck buddy for good last night.
He had the power to find a new one whenever he wanted.
He carefully parked his car to the reserved place in the VIP area, and when he saw Jay’s car parked next to him, he didn’t even think about once before he pulled a notepad from his torpedo and wrote the most stupid thing which he knew would drive Jay crazy, and stuck it to his windscreen wiper, smiling proudly.
He giggled, putting on his sunglasses that were tucked on the collar of his shirt, and made his infamous entrance to the club, as always, making everyone look at him. It always felt like his own little runaway when he did this, winking and smirking to some pretty girls here and there, running his fingers through his hair with one hand while the other tucks into his pocket to seem as cool as possible. He thought he was a rockstar.
“Oh my god, he looks like a beg.” You rolled your eyes, washing the cup in your hand as Heeseung passed down the restaurant behind the glass doors to reach the green area.
“You gotta admit he’s still hot though.” Yunjin winked at you, grabbing the americano mug from your hand to dry it carefully. You gestured to throwing up, putting your finger in your mouth, “Yeah, nah.”
“Oh, c’mon. His eyes are enough.”
You grabbed another dish from the counter and pumped detergent on it, “Hmm, completes his beggar look.”
Yunjin rolled her eyes, putting her hand on the counter. “Then tell me Miss y/n, what kind of men would you like if it’s not Lee Heeseung?”
You stared at the ceiling like you were thinking and you made a sound, like you found an answer, “I don’t like them, in general.” You sang, making her huff loudly.
“You are going to die alone.”
“Well, don’t worry about that, would be better than fucking a guy who probably collects women’s underwea— OH! Hello, Mr. Park, what can I get you?”
Jay stared at you with a smirk, you tried to act as neutral as possible, praying that he didn’t hear any of the horrible things you said about his best friend. Not only his best friend, the star customer of the club, your boss almost hung his portrait at the entrance but you all kindly made him stop.
“Uhm, the usual, thank you.” He smiled, putting his membership card on the counter for you to use. You quickly nodded, walking back to Yunjin and whispering multiple fucks that followed each other.
“He heard. He definitely heard. I am going to get fired.”
Yunjin turned over to see what you were talking about and when he saw Jay’s face staring at you two, her smile dropped, turning back to you immediately.
“Since when has he been there?” She whispered, helping you make the drink with shaky hands. “I wish I knew that. Fuck. I called Heeseung a beg.”
You stopped and closed your eyes, “And I said he probably collects underwear.”
Yunjin let out a little nervous laughter, trying to act calm, she grabbed the coffee from your hand to serve it to Jay herself. “Mr. Park, here’s your order, just the way you like it.” She softly smiled, but her eyes were searching for proof that was going to be her best friend’s fate.
“Thank you.” He smiled, picking a straw and just leaving without saying anything. You let out a big sigh, turning around to look at Yunjin. She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, “He definitely did not hear, you can relax.”
“Are you sure?” You squinted your eyes, playing with your fingers nervously. The thing is, you meant everything you said, but you didn’t want him to know that of course, because it was so rude, even though it was true.
Yunjin nodded, patting your shoulder, “Believe me, he will never know you called him a beg.”
“The pretty waitress girl called you a beg.” Jay sat next to Heeseung on the golf cart, as his friend drived, following Jake and Sunghoon’s. Heeseung choked on his own spit, raising one eyebrow, “Come again?”
“Please, it was so weird to see a woman calling you ‘that’, instead of wanting to lick your nipples or something.”
“Which one? Both are pretty.” Heeseung commented, as the playboy he is, thinking about the girls who he got his americanos from everyday. Jay shrugged his shoulders, because he didn’t remember your name exactly or Yunjin at that moment.
Heeseung rolled the wheel in his palm, rotating the cart, “You probably heard it wrong anyways.” He looked away from him, wanting him to stop the conversation but he also wanted to know if this was truly legit.
Jay tsked, nodding his head. “She also said you probably collect ‘underwear’, which to be honest, is something you would do.”
Heeseung’s lips parted in shock, he felt betrayed by his best friend, the friend he loved like his blood. He put a hand on his chest when he stopped the cart, staring at him. “Are you for real?”
Jay giggled, patting his friend’s shoulders, “I’m just teasing you man. All you can collect is strawberry flavored lubes.” He puckered his lips at the end, leaning against him, mimicking kissing faces which made Heeseung scream, “Yah! Don’t make me regret telling you!” He pushed Jay away from himself by his chest, making the guy let out a loud laugh before he got out of the golf cart.
Sunghoon waved at them from few meters away, with his club in his hand, smiling stupidly. Heeseung and Jay started walking towards their friends, Jake immediately pulling Heeseung from his shoulders to his chest and squeezing them, making the guy hiss in pain. “There he is, my strawberry shortcake.”
The guys all started laughing together, making Heeseung roll his eyes, “So funny, aha.”
“Tell us more.” Sunghoon handed Heeseung the club, before putting his hands on his waist. “Not the aromatic sex, the marriage.”
Heeseung huffed, aiming for the shot before he cracked his neck and tilted his head a little, he didn’t even know where to start. He made his shot, turning around as he leaned his weight on the club in front of him.
“Dad wants me to get married to Jisoo.” Heeseung pouted, scanning his friends' faces. He hated everything even more when the face they made could be described with one word— disgust.
“The one that owns a bunch of corgis because she insists that she comes from the royal family?— Oh you really are talking about her...” Jake’s last words trailed off in the air, when he saw Heeseung’s scrunched up nose and tilted corners of his lips.
“Wait, like, do you really have to?” Jay asked, “We can come up with a plan.”
“Well…” Heeseung sighed, taking out a golf ball from his pocket, “That is why we are here now.”
“That is so evil, I liked that.” Jake spoke, taking the ball from Heeseung’s hand to put it on the ground, “Let’s come up with one.”
“We can tell Jisoo that Heeseung collects underwear, so she won’t marry him.” Jay snorted, only to be slapped on his butt by Heeseung’s club. “Guys, I am serious here.” He stared at him in disbelief, watching Jake practicing his shot.
“Just say you have a girlfriend, and you can’t get married to another woman.” Sunghoon shrugged, easily finding the best solution. “I don’t think they will force you to marry still.”
Heeseung tilted his head, thinking about Sunghoon’s idea, it was perfect, but it did have some flaws, first of all he knew his parents would like to meet the ‘girlfriend’ and how was he going to do that when the said ‘girlfriend’ didn’t exist. Also his dad might say to get married to that girl immediately, which still is impossible when there is not a girl.
“That is clever, but uhm, what if they want to meet her?”
Jay got behind Heeseung, squeezing his shoulders, “Just hire one, like in the movies…”
“No way.” Heeseung shook his head, turning around to look at Jay, “Are you crazy? Then everyone would think I am taken.”
“Well, it will keep you away from marriage and candidates for a while though.” Jake agreed with Jay’s plan, puckering his lips. “You would say she broke up with you after a month, and you would act like a loser to your parents, making them think you are dying from heartbreak, meanwhile it will gain us a lot of time to party.” He giggled and stuck his tongue out, being happy with the plan they came up with.
Heeseung was scared, it would work perfectly, and it would be so easy to find a girl who is willing to get money and fame to act like his girlfriend for a month. He was going to betray his parents but it was much better than sleeping with a woman and her corgis.
“Okay.” Heeseung mumbled. “Let’s fucking do this.”
“Do you remember Nicholas?” you asked Yunjin, tilting your head as you prepared ice cubes. She was busy taking a child’s order, and the frappucino’s toppings didn’t come to a stop so she had to tell him they ran out of gummy bears, marshmallows and all the sticky weird sweets he listed. The child almost cried but she managed to hand him his disgusting drink before she turned around.
“You mean the hottie with sexy eyes, from high school?”
You nodded, smiling sweetly, “He texted me, wants to hang out tomorrow.”
You didn’t understand how fast Yunjin sprinted to you, putting her hands on your shoulder and shaking you uncontrollably, “Listen to me. You need to fuck him.” She stared deeply in your eyes.
Yunjin desperately wanted you to get you laid, because you were famous with your very unsuccessful dates and your miserable non existent sex life, she made it her mission to you having sex for the first time, she even had a cake planned for it.
You were a virgin, you did some stuff back in high school, by stuff I mean some make out sessions here and there, but you were never able to connect with them for them to take your virginity.
So, when Nicholas texted you and wanted to hang out, you decided to accept his offer, but of course not to get laid, but to give another man a chance, you were sick of not feeling anything and waiting for the right person to come around.
“I said okay.” You said, and she winked at you, just before you heard footsteps. You wanted to dig a hole and get inside because it was Heeseung and his friends.
Jake gestured to all of them to sit, taking out his membership card, “I’m paying today.” He smirked while walking towards you, God, Jake was incredibly attractive unlike Heeseung, he looked like a rat.
“Hey.” He prolonged the ‘ey’, biting his lip and then glossing them over by licking, his pink tongue tracing the soft skin of his pretty lips. Typical Sim Jake. “What you doing, beautiful?”
You stopped yourself from giggling like an idiot, scratching the side of your eyebrow as you looked around and not at him. “Serving coffee as usual, Mr. Sim.”
He cackled, clicking his black card on the counter, “Can we get 4 americanos?” He sweetly smiled, then gestured you to lean in to whisper something in your ear, “Can you also put 3 pumps of strawberry syrup in Heeseung’s drink?”
Your eyebrows rose at his wish, who the fuck would drink americano with strawberry syrup? You licked your lips before you talked. “Sure, but I don’t think he would like it.”
“Oh.” Jake smiled, leaning against you more, meanwhile Yunjin and the other boys watched the scene of you and Jake whispering to each other. “Believe me, he loves strawberries, a lot.”
“M’kay,” you mumbled, nodding your head to him and took the orders as he wished, and then made the payment. He was smirking like an idiot before he walked up to the table and sat next to Heeseung, who your eyes met with when you looked over their table just before you started preparing their drink.
You had to admit, he really had beautiful eyes. You faintly tried to smile but he didn’t smile back, turning his gaze back to Sunghoon who was passionately telling a story.
“Heeseung wants 3 pumps of strawberry syrup in his americano.” You warned Yunjin as she was preparing them, she gave you a look of disgust. “Who the fuck drinks americano like that?”
“Apparently your bambi eyed boy does.” You smiled, wiping your hands on the towel before getting the tray, waiting for her to place the mugs on it carefully. “Heeseung’s is the one on the left.” She informed you before you made your way to their table, their conversation came to a stop when you stood beside their table, putting the mugs in front of them.
When you leaned into Heeseung’s side to place his mug, he inhaled the beautiful shampoo scent from your hair, your lips slightly puckered as you placed the hot mug, and your eyebrows softly knitted. The buttons of your white polo shirt were popped up to the last one, due to hot weather, and he couldn’t help but stare at your details, and when he inhaled a little too hard, Jay coughed, trying to tell him he is being way too obvious.
You were clueless about Heeseung’s stare anyways, when you held the tray in front of you and tucked it under your arms. “Do you want anything else from me?”
Maybe taking you on that counter— god, no.
Heeseung shook his head to the sides, to get himself together and just smiled at you. “Nope.” Jake winked at you and you couldn’t help but smile with your teeth, then biting your lip because you were being so obvious.
“Okay, enjoy.” You softly smiled before walking back to the counter, to find a Yunjin with her hands standing on the waist. “Bambi literally sniffed you, slut.”
“Huh?” You cackled, putting the tray on the marble, “What are you talking about?”
“He fucking sniffed and closed his eyes and got lost in your scent, that is what I am talking about.” Her eyes got larger with every word, making you walk backwards a little bit. “Woah, when?” You raised an eyebrow, putting your hands up as if you are not guilty.
“Oh my god, do I smell bad?” You scrunched your nose, trying get a sniff of your polo.
Yunjin slapped her palm on the counter, scooting closer to you, but with the slap the boys looked over to which she just threw them a fake smile before pulling you behind the wall, so they wouldn't see.
“No, bitch, you literally smell like tiramisu or creme brûlée or whatever the Europians claim their best dessert is.”
You stared at her clueless, still sniffing yourself. “Is that a good thing?”
“Oh my sweet innocent y/n, that is an amazing thing, wouldn’t be surprised if he is all tight down—”
You slapped your hand on her mouth for her to not speak anymore, feeling your cheeks getting red at the thought of men actually getting a hard on just from how you smelled like. She was overreacting and that was it.
“First of all, he apparently likes strawberries, so I wouldn’t say that—”
“Who the fuck put strawberry syrup in my americano?” Heeseung shouted, getting up from his chair and walking towards the counter, and slamming his hand on the hard surface, “Hey! You call this a drink?”
You turned around to walk over to him, looking at him with confused eyes, “Is there a problem?”
“There is a problem!” He yelled, and then gulped, when he saw your glossy eyes staring at him in confusion. Why you had to look at him like that, it made him weak in the knees.
“Okay?” You grabbed the mug from his hand as he trailed off, waiting for him to actually say something.
“It tastes disgusting.” He spoke, with a lower voice this time, looking at your fingers around the mug. “Not only disgusting, it is the worst thing I’ve ever drank!”
Jake realized something was going on and he walked over to you, putting his hands on Heeseung’s shoulders, “Man, why are you scolding our beautiful y/n? I told her to do that.”
You should have known the strawberry syrup was a prank when Jake asked you to do it, but since it was for Lee Heeseung, somehow you didn’t even doubt it.
“I hate you.” Heeseung hissed, walking towards the exit, Jay shouted behind his back but he only waved his hand in the air without turning back, leaving the restaurant.
You rolled your eyes, walking up to Yunjin, “Told you he was a beg.” You said, shrugging your shoulders and wishing to end the day without any further drama.
Heeseung was scrolling on his phone, looking for candidates for his future fake girlfriend, but there was a problem, all of them were either taken or hated his guts. He couldn’t believe most of his one night stands all had a picture with their boyfriends on their profile.
He was a fuck up, and realizing it made his stomach stir. He realized he never had a serious relationship, actually to make the situation clear, he never fell in love.
He was a virgin when it came to love, he didn’t know how it felt to love a woman so dearly, to be ready to do everything for them, to get them, and can’t stop thinking about them. He never thought he was lacking until this moment, where he realized his first ever official relationship was going to fake.
He was going to hire a fiancée.
“Oh God…” He rubbed his temples, shifting his body in the bubbles he was sitting in, he dropped his phone to the surface next to him and let himself drown for a second, to get a reality check. When he couldn’t breathe anymore, he rose up, wiping the water from his face with the back of his hand.
He grabbed his phone again and opened Jisoo’s profile, he watched her pinned stories on her profile, his lips forming into a shape of disgust.
For a second he even doubted if he was the male version of Jisoo, minus the dogs. Since someone called him a beg earlier, and he knew that there was a woman out there who thought he was trying too hard to be cool.
He hated that.
He messaged the guys next, apologizing for his behavior today, and they all send stupid emojis including the strawberry one which caused all the fight but this time, he only laughed at their goofiness. Jake typed he also needs to apologize from you tomorrow, and he replied with a thumbs up emoji, he already planned doing that before he got in the bath.
Even though he knew you hated his guts.
He got out of the tub and drained all the water, putting on a fluffy bathrobe. He dried himself quickly and brushed his teeth, then blow drying his hair on his bed, staring at his wall with an empty gaze. He put on his pjs and laid down in his bed, this time he knew he had no girl to invite over.
“What am I gonna do?” He put his forearm over his eyes, whining. When he was closing eyes, he just hoped to find the perfect girl for his little game tomorrow, because the clock was ticking and he was running out of time.
You arrived at work, with your date outfits in your bag, because Nicholas invited you to a fancy restaurant and you had no time to leave work and get ready at home, so you decided you would get ready there quickly and go to the restaurant. Yunjin even said she can cover for you if you leave an hour early.
You saw the sports car in the VIP area, and the weird piece of paper on Jay’s car caught your eye, so you walked closer, to check what it was.
It said Jay and a very poorly drawn heart next to it, honestly it looked more like a butt, and Heeseung’s name after it.
You snorted, walked past their cars quickly, putting a hand over your mouth, it was obviously stucked there by Heeseung. You found it extremely childish but it managed to make you laugh.
When you got behind your good old counter, Yunjin was already drying the mugs and she welcomed you with a sweet smile. “Oh, morning the girl who has a very hot date today.” She winked. You smiled and rolled your eyes, trying to hide your excitement.
“Good morning, Yunjin.”
When you were about to get to work, you saw from the window that boys were playing in the area right in front of the restaurant this time. Heeseung was wearing a dark green polo, matched with cream colored pants and cream colored gloves, he was leaning against his club, like he always does, his eyes big and his lips in a pout, listening to the story Jay was telling.
“Why are they so early today?” You asked Yunjin, trying to distract yourself from how good he looked.
“Apparently they are having a tournament today, and they will be here until 5.”
“Oh..” You nodded your head, it wasn’t the first time the boys spent their whole day at golf. And it wasn’t the first time you admired their clothes on their body, but you always denied it.
“Sunghoon looks good today.” Yunjin bit her lips, watching him taking his position and bending his knees a little to swing his club. You giggled, grabbing the mug from her hand and drying it yourself since she was frozen, “Hoon, or his ass?”
Yunjin slapped your shoulder, and then let out a giggle, “Hoon!.. Of course.”
You both burst into a laughter giggling uncontrollably, it was obvious you both had a little crush on these guys, minus Heeseung, since he was a dick towards you yesterday. You side eyed where he stood, and you caught him staring at you, his head tilted and his elbow resting on his club.
“Fuck.” You turned around, acting like you were busy doing something else.
“Oh, Bambi is looking at you.” Yunjin squealed, tickling your sides with her fingers. “Hssh, shush!” You whispered, wanting her to stop, putting your pointer on your lips. “He is not looking at me!”
When you turned back around, and this time seeing him walking towards the restaurant, you unintentionally stepped back, you didn’t want to get fired, you needed money to be able to afford your apartment.
Heeseung pushed the glass door, now you had a more clear view of his tight shirt and pants on his body, how his pecks showed beautifully under the material and the belt squeezing his waist just right.
Okay maybe he wasn’t that much of a loser, you thought.
“Hey…” He mumbled calmly, putting his elbow on the counter to talk with you. He read your name card on your blouse and licked his lips before speaking, “Y/n.”
This was the first time you ever heard Heeseung saying your name since you started working here 5 months ago. Jake always called you by your name because well, he was a flirt but Heeseung was always distant and more calm and more…conceited.
You gathered all your courage for your voice to not sound weak and shaky, “Yes, how can I help?”
A soft smile conquered his strict expression, but his eyes were glistening, Yunjin was right, he did look like a Bambi and it was mesmerizing to stare at him from so up close.
“I wanted to apologize for yesterday, it was all Jake’s fault, not yours.” He played with his fingers as he talked and glanced away, you got surprised by the hue of pink tinting across his cheeks as he spoke.
You also stared down, just nodding your head. “It’s okay.” You managed to mumble, it was really hard to look at his pretty eyes at that moment. He also stared down, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ back.
“Okay.” You muttered again, corner of your lip turning upwards, making his stomach fuzzy when you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, “Okay.” He giggled this time, pushing his body away from the counter as he kept his gaze on you.
Before he was about to leave, you managed to lift your head up, “Do you guys want me to prepare your drinks?” You asked, and then sucked your lips in, remembering yesterday, “Without the strawberry syrup.”
Heeseung studied your face for a second, your shy expression and the way your fingers fiddled with the end of your shirt behind your back as you expected an answer from him.
He beamed at you. “Without strawberry syrup.” He did it again, repeating you and then it was a weird silence before you both laughed again.
“Thank you, Y/n.” He smiled with the corner of his mouth, taking one last glance at you before he pushed the glass door, and you couldn’t help but snort when he stumbled and almost fell, smoothing his shirt quickly to act like nothing happened before he kept walking.
“What now? You don’t think he’s a beg anymore, Cinderella?” Yunjin mocked you, whispering the Cinderella part syllable by syllable into your ear. You felt your cheeks getting read before you pushed her face away from yours and ran to the restroom to slap cold water to your face.
You had no time to fall for rich guys. You knew that from the beginning. It was impossible for it to work, you belonged to two different worlds. Not only Heeseung but all of the guys right now playing outside, probably only used gold forks since they were babies.
And you get a warning today from your landlord because you delayed your monthly rent.
So no matter if Heeseung stared at you under his long lashes, or Jake called you beautiful, it was going to be all that. You were never going to marry rich. You never wanted that because you knew you would feel like an outsider for the rest of your life.
You checked your phone before going back and preparing their drinks, and saw a message from Nicholas. He was really sweet, he texted you the address and added sweet texts under telling how excited he is to see you and can’t wait to stare at your beauty.
You were going to end up with someone like him. A simple date, turning into like and then love, marrying, giving birth and then getting old. It would be funny if as a waitress you waited more from life.
You just sighed and walked to the front, being really melancholic. But the job always waited for you – and Lee Heeseung, who was now sitting right across the counter, waiting for his morning coffee from your hands.
You checked the time and it was nearing five, which meant it was your time to get ready. Boys were still going on with their tournament outside, and Yunjin kept mentioning Sunghoon's butt way too much in the past 3 hours so you were glad you were leaving early.
“Let me see what you are wearing?” She raised an eyebrow at you, looking inside your bag to see. To save her from trouble, you picked out the dress from the bag, and showed it on your body for her to imagine.
“Oh god, that looks incredibly rich and sexy.” She winked, and then waved her hand in the air, “Go, go! Get changed, I’ll cover.”
You giggled and kissed her cheek before you ran to the restroom to get ready, and missed everything that happened in front of the restaurant right after you left.
“We should get dinner here too and then get home.” Sunghoon offered, eyeing the inside, “It looks very calm too, it could be nice.”
Their tournament was finally over and some people literally came to watch them, since they were known by the rich society, especially young girls. There were even some photographers who came to take some pics for magazines. Not to mention Yunjin reapplying her lip gloss just in case she appears in the pictures.
Heeseung was smiling wide since his team won, he rubbed Jay’s back, and then pulled him to a hug for the 9th time. “My boy.” He giggled, patting his shoulder.
Meanwhile Jake nodded to Sunghoon, accepting to have dinner there. Heeseung then agreed, he also wanted to see you again, and you smelled even more beautiful today, so he wouldn’t say no to missing out on that. But right before they were about to get inside, Heeseung heard a dog barking behind him, and his name echoing in his ears.
No. No, he didn’t want to turn around. No way his parents send Jisoo all the way here for them to have a date. Sadly, he immediately knew they exactly did that.
What if he acts like he heard nothing, and keeps walking. Would that be too rude? He felt like he already passed his rudeness limit in the past 3 days.
His plan fell to the water anyway, when her corgi started rubbing itself on his legs, and then barking at him.
“Heeseungie! Ah! She likes you so much! You love daddy don’t you, my love?”
Heeseung wanted to die.
“Did she just refer to you as daddy or am I tripping?” Jake mumbled with his lips closed and then put his hand over his mouth, watching the corgis gathering around them.
They watched her picking the dog from the floor and then, patting its head, the animal licking over her mouth, making Heeseung wince, and close one eye with disgust.
“Heeseungie! Chill, okay? We are going to be married soon, cupcake! But I make you nervous right, that is okay!” She chirped, putting the dog on the ground again and watching it run with heart eyes.
“Jisoo, I—“ Heeseung finally spoke, trying to gather all the right words so she wouldn't make a scene. “I know our families are friends and I know you heard some things…” He mumbled, trying to recover for the huge fuck up his parents caused.
She walked closer to him, walking her fingers on his chest, which made Heeseung look away with discomfort and then making him take a step back from her. “Jisoo, we can’t get married.”
Her eyeballs almost popped up from their places, at least that was how Heeseung would describe her shock when he told her the news. She giggled, covering her mouth with one hand. “Heeseungie, your mommy told me how funny you were! You really are!” She kept slapping his shoulder as she laughed, making Heeseung shake tiny and looking at the boys, crying for help.
“Jisoo!” Jake yelled, and smiled wide, getting all the attention on himself. She put her hands on her waist, eyeing Jake from head to toe, “And you were?”
“I am his best friend!” He screamed and then Heeseung just closed his eyes. He knew it was going to be a disaster when Jake acted like a hyper puppy and yelled at Jisoo in excitement.
“Oh.” She shrugged her shoulders and then raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you want to tell me something?” She asked, getting impatient and angry since he was interrupting her conversation with Heeseung.
“Jisoo, Heeseung has a girlfriend.”
She cackled, pushing Heeseung once again. “Heeseungieeeee!” She whined, “You already tell people I am your girlfriend? You are so! so! so! cute!”
Jay couldn’t stand watching this nonsense anymore and stood in front of Jake, putting his hands on her shoulder. “Jisoo, Heeseung has a girlfriend and it is not you. Heeseung is actually madly in love with another woman.”
Heeseung gulped loudly, he wanted to disappear because he knew she was going to create the biggest scene ever. First a yelp came from her lips, and then she walked over to Heeseung, pushing Jay and Jake into each other on the way.
“Is this true? I know they are lying because Lee Heeseung, if you had a girlfriend she would be all over the news. You are lying!” She screamed at his face, making Heeseung flinch with how loud her voice was. It would have been amazing if he had found the perfect girl to cover for him but sadly he didn’t. And now he was fucked, and he had no idea about what to do.
Until he heard heels clicking on the ground and that heavenly scent filling his nostrils again.
You checked yourself once again in the mirror, and tugged on the ends of your dress to adjust its length. You wanted to be honest, you looked extremely hot, the dress was holding your curves perfectly and the heels gave extra length to your legs, your makeup looked amazing and your hair looked just the way you wanted it.
You applied your lipstick lastly, smacking your lips against each other before putting the bullet in your purse, and exiting the restroom.
Yunjin was busy preparing orders and she also had no idea what was happening outside, the boys' backs were turned to you and you saw they were talking to someone, but because of their height you didn’t see who.
“Yunjin, I am going baby!” You yelled, and she blew you a kiss, then stopping what she was doing to see how you looked. “Damn! You will be getting married tonight.”
“Ugh, stop.” You giggled, waving your hand in the air. “Who will be the lucky guy?” You rolled your eyes and then turned around, pushing the glass door and stepping outside on the marble floor after you waved at her bye.
You took a tiny step, because of your heels and decided to ignore them, since they were busy and you looked damn extra. But when they all turned around and saw you standing there, looking gorgeous as ever, they all knew you were Heeseung’s guardian angel that day.
But you had no idea what was going to happen.
You tried to seem as neutral as possible when you took another step to walk past them and then another, and another… You felt everyone’s eyes were on you and you felt like the time was slowed down, the more you walked the longer it took.
You were about to take another step when you felt an arm snaking around your waist, and your body getting pulled by it, until you hit Heeseung, his hand resting comfortably on the beginning of your hip. You didn’t understand what was going on so you turned around in his arms, staring at him with big eyes to his bambi ones.
Just when you were about to protest, Heeseung spoke,
“Darling, there you are.”
Your face got into shapes it never did before and you stared at him first and then at the boys in shock. Then you saw the woman standing right in front you, her hands on her waist, literally fuming from anger.
“Heeseung, wha—
You couldn’t even finish your question when Heeseung’s hand grabbed the side of your face and his other arm snaked around your waist even more, then pressing his soft lips against yours and closing his eyes.
You panicked when he kissed you, you had no idea what was going on, why Heeseung’s plump lips were against yours right now, and why you weren’t protesting as he slightly caressed your cheek with his thumb, before he pulled you in more.
His cologne was in your nostrils, and his touch was the softest, actually you didn’t even remember being kissed this beautifully before. His eyes were closed and his brows were relaxed, his head was tilted enough just to capture your lips perfectly to his.
Your eyes closed for a second before he broke the kiss, staring at your eyes which were shut closed and your freshly applied lipstick smeared in the corner of your lip. He smiled in panic, his hand still on your cheek as leaned in and whispered something in your ear which you couldn’t exactly understand from the severe shock you were going through. But then you realized it was something along the lines of a simple sorry.
He was apologizing for kissing you.
Your eyes shot open, to the screams and crying of the woman, she got closer and kicked Heeseung on the knee, which made Heeseung grab his joint with his palm in pain, and lose the soft touch of his hand on your cheek. “I will tell this everywhere, Lee Heeseung.” She screamed, then pushed poor Jake again, making him stumble before she left and leaving the biggest mess behind.
You finally got yourself free from Heeseung’s hold, and then took a few steps back away from him.
“Y/n.” He managed to mumble your name, still in pain from the kick Jisoo threw on his kneecap. “I can explain everything, please.”
He didn’t have to explain anything because you weren’t that dumb to not understand what just happened. You were used by Lee Heeseung himself. In a very, very, disturbing way. You had no idea what was happening between him and that woman but surely he put on a show for her, just to prove something.
You walked to him and slapped him on the face, he just stayed like that and didn’t react to your slap, he just knew he deserved it. You pushed him from his chest with your finger, “Always wanted to say this to your face, Lee Heeseung. You look incredibly pathetic when you walk like you own the world.”
You hysterically laughed, and then walked backwards before you fully turned around and walked your way out of the club, feeling incredibly confused at the butterflies in your stomach, not knowing where they were coming from since all you felt was just pure anger, towards Heeseung. Idiot, Heeseung.
They all watched you disappear from their sight, everyone staring at Heeseung in shock, they never thought he would actually go that far and kiss you.
Jake decided to look around, to not make eye contact with Heeseung, because he knew he would act like it was all his idea and blame everything on him, so he suddenly sprinted, getting himself in the restaurant. Heeseung’s jaw clenched, and he chewed on his lips with worry.
Jay patted his shoulder, leaning into his ear.
“That was the one who called you a beg, by the way.”
You kept touching and unintentionally biting your lips on your way to Nicholas. You also had to push a few paparazzis, covering your face, because everyone thought something was going on between you and Heeseung. Even the thought of it made you want to throw up.
You were back to your factory settings. You hated Lee Heeseung.
Thankfully when you got out of the cab, Nicholas was waiting in front of the restaurant with a single rose in his hands, leaning against the wall. He still looked incredibly handsome.
“Hey!” He smiled, pulling you into a hug and kissing your cheek softly, “I missed you.”
You didn’t know why you tried to smell Heeseung on him, his sandalwood cologne was still lingering over your nostrils and you kind of didn’t want it to fade by another scent. Was it normal to hate someone so much but still think like this?
“Missed you too, Nicholas.” You gently broke the hug before he led the two of you to the restaurant. The place was really fancy and pretty, and you couldn’t wait to forget about what happened earlier and enjoy your date with Nicholas.
When you were enjoying your date with Nicholas, you had no idea your pictures of Heeseung kissing you were all over the internet, not only internet, some magazines were already printing them for their next issue.
Lee Heeseung, is he finally getting married?
Heeseung was still sitting down at the golf club with the boys, and they were just clueless about what was going to happen next.
“It is everywhere.” Sunghoon mumbled, scrolling down on his phone, “Even my mother reposted it with tons of emojis.”
“Oh.” Heeseung let out a loud whine, slapping his forehead. “I am fucked.”
Just when he couldn’t think he would be more fucked, his phone started ringing, his dad’s name appearing on the screen. Heeseung had no choice but to pick that call up and explain himself to his father.
“Wish me luck.” He mumbled before answering the phone and putting it on speakers.
“Dad?”
“Heeseung! Ah my sweet boy!” He let out a laugh, he sounded incredibly content. “Why didn't you tell us you were in a relationship?”
“I— ehh, Uhm.”
“Heeseung, my dear.” Her mother spoke this time. “She is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Yunjin suddenly appeared behind, and mouthed a “of course she is” to Heeseung, then giving him a threatening look before she got back to work.
“Is she?” Heeseung managed to mumble, the guys getting shocked at him kept playing his game.
“Marry her Heeseung, the time has come son. Marry her and be the boss.”
Heeseung gulped, he didn’t know what to say. His original plan was doing this with a girl he knew and a girl would be okay with all this clownery. You didn’t seem like one of those girls.
He looked at his friends and they all shook their heads slowly, telling him to do it. They knew he had no other choice.
“I will ask her to marry me tonight, dad.”
A happy cry came from the phone, his dad was crying and Heeseung felt so guilty. This was all fake. And he was doing the worst thing a child could do to their parents.
“Then take her to us when she is ready, we would love to meet your fiancée.” His mother spoke up and then they said their byes, Heeseung mumbled a goodbye shyly because he felt incredibly guilty.
Yunjin meanwhile, heard everything, and when a glass shattered on the ground, they all turned around and looked at her.
“You.” She spoke, pointing at Heeseung with her finger, “You want to marry my best friend.”
“Uhm, it’s not like that.”
“Then what?” She screamed, making the boys flinch with the sharp noise she made. “Do you think she would agree with this?”
“I will hope for her to.” Heeseung said. “I have no other choice.”
“You are insane.” She rolled her eyes at him, leaving them all alone there.
Your date sucked.
Nicholas drank way too much, and you never remembered him as a drinker but when he was sipping the fifth glass of wine, he wasn’t even able to stare at your eyes.
So you did what you had to do, and dropped him off at his house with a cab, and then went back to your house. Only to see another disaster in front of your door.
All your personal stuff was kicked out, sprawled on the floor, the door had a big lock with chains so you can’t get in.
You let out a sob, looking at your clothes and makeup that was broken on the floor, and slapped your hand on your mouth, crying uncontrollably. “No.” you let out a sob, climbed down the stairs and called your landlord, but then you realized she had blocked your number.
“Fuck!” You screamed, falling on your knees and crying even louder. You didn’t have a home to stay at, your clothes were all destroyed on the floor and you never felt so helpless before. You opened your messages and saw Yunjin posted you multiple links and pictures.
“Oh my god.” You mumbled when you saw you and Heeseung kissing on twitter, and all over the internet. You checked her status and saw she already fell asleep so you didn’t bother calling her for help, her sleep was so heavy.
You had one place to go.
Heeseung stayed at the club, he didn’t feel like going home. The only thing he had in his mind was you, and how was he going to convince you to act like his fiancée. You had to be really desperate to accept something like this, but he had no other choice than trying his best.
There wasn’t anyone in the club and the moon was shining over his table, he loved being here, since they were kids, he always came here with his family and also it was where he met his brothers.
He sat on the grass, watching the lake above and a few ducks swimming in it. Only sound was the splash of their pedaling and he let his back rest on the ground as well, putting his arms under his head for support.
Now he had a better view, sky full of stars. His favorite view ever. He smiled, pointing at each planet and star he could remember from his dad’s teaching, he always did this whenever he was under them.
In a blink, he saw a shooting star, and he got excited, maybe this was a sign that everything was going to be okay. He hoped for that.
And you were surprised as ever when you saw a Heeseung laying on the grass, pointing at the sky randomly on his own. You blinked a few times to see if it was actually real, your eyes hurted, they were so swollen from crying.
You took your heels in your hand, to be able to walk comfortably on the grass and to make your way to Heeseung. He didn’t realize you were there until you sat down next to him, making him let out a loud gasp.
He stared at you in shock, not knowing where you came out from suddenly. You closed your eyes and laid on the grass like he did a minute ago, and when he kept staring at you, you huffed, pushing him from his chest with one hand to get him to his old position.
“What are you doing here?” You asked him, watching the stars.
“Just thinking.” He replied, and then let out a sigh. Maybe you really were his guardian angel or something.
“Thinking of your girlfriend?”
He turned his head to look at you, your eyes were still closed and a faint smile was on your lips. He remembered how he kissed them earlier today, and he could never deny that your taste lingered on his mouth for hours.
“I am sorry for everything. I know we only had horrible moments.”
You giggled, licking your lips. “Mhm, that’s true.”
For some reason, Heeseung being next to you made you feel comfortable, and soft, your eyes were getting heavier every moment. You wanted to sleep there. Actually you were going to sleep there because you had nowhere to go.
“Can I add another one? He asked, blinking a few times before he gathered all his courage. Lee Heeseung, what was he going to say this time to drive you mad again.
“Will you marry me?”
You probably heard that wrong because no way Heeseung was actually asking you to marry him.
“I am sorry Heeseung, I am incredibly sleepy so I heard that wrong.” You rubbed your eyes to open them, and looked at him, but when you saw his bambi eyes gazing at yours desperately, you understood you heard everything right.
“My parents want me to marry you and…” He sighed, getting up to sit, “Look this may sound bad but can you act like my fiancée for a while? Only for a month?”
You also sat up, facing him, “Are you mad?”
“I will give you a lot of money.”
You got even angrier, he was back to being the rich brat Heeseung that you knew he was. You got up from the ground, swearing to air, and wanting to get the fuck out of there. But Heeseung’s hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you from leaving.
“Just for a month. I will be free after this and you will actually have a house to live in.”
Your eyes squinted in pain, and you stuttered, “H-how do you know?”
“Why are you here at this time instead of being at home? I also heard you and Yunjin talking about it.”
“So you also eavesdrop?”
“I don’t, I just happened to be there.”
“Like how I just happened to be there for you to kiss?”
He gulped, staring at your eyes. You would normally be the last person for this plan, because you were clever, and witty. Heeseung needed someone who would do anything he wanted for a month but as you said, you happened to be there, at the perfect moment.
“Please say yes, Y/n.” He held your hands, and squeezed them. “Everyone already thinks you are my girlfriend.”
You let out a hysterical laugh, “Yeah, I saw that.”
Only if you weren’t desperate you would have landed a second slap on his pretty cheek and left, but you literally needed the money he was going to give you. And maybe since you’ll be known, you might even start doing your real profession, and become a fashion designer after this is all over. The world of fame was cruel and you knew that so if Heeseung wanted to use you, you were also free to use his fame.
Only a month with Heeseung… What could possibly go so wrong?
“Fine.” You mumbled, drawing your hands to yourself from his, and crossing your arms over your chest. “I will be your fake fiancée.”
Since you had nowhere to go, Heeseung took you to his place, thankfully no paparazzi was waiting outside the building for pictures. You watched him opening the door to his incredible penthouse, you just wanted to sleep, bet he had some comfy ass beds.
“You can sleep on my bed.” He said, putting his keys on the table. His place was luxurious and neat, and smelled clean. He had soft leds on the ceiling as illumination which was really moody in a good way.
“What about you?” You asked, leaning your back against his kitchen counter as he filled a pot with water for it to boil. “My couch is comfortable.” He smiled at you.
He cleared his throat when he checked you out, your tight mini dress hugging your curves beautifully. “You can go to my closet and wear whatever you want for bed.”
“And tomorrow we will buy you a new closet.”
“Huh?” You choked on your saliva, coughing hard. “Buy me what?”
“I messaged a stylist that I know, he will create a closet for you to wear for the month. Oh and also…” He walked to the seating area and grabbed a file that was on his desk. “I prepared an agreement for us.”
“And if you have any rules, please add.” He handed you a pen along with the file, you turned around and put it on the counter, leaning on your elbows to read. It was classic boring law stuff about what you can do legally and you rolled your eyes reading it. Heeseung’s rules were also attached on the last page and it had few matters. You weren’t allowed to go on dates with others, and spread any harmful rumors about yourself and stuff like that.
You took the pen and wrote y/n’s rules and underlined it sharply as Heeseung watched you.
“I will only kiss you if it’s deadly necessary.” You read your rules out loud.
“If your parents ask me about when I’m giving them grandchildren, I am out.”
“If you call me honeybun, little miss, or anything like that, I am allowed to kick you in the balls.”
“Hey!” Heeseung exclaimed. “What do you think I am?”
You shrugged, signing the paper. “Is that all?” He asked and you nodded. “Don’t worry I won’t rob you.” You winked at him, making him sweat.
Heeseung smiled with a sign of worry hidden behind his eyes and went back to see if the water was boiling.
“So, what will happen when we break up?” You sighed, “And, what if your parents love me so much? You clowned him, chuckling on your own. You really were the last person alive he would choose for this.
“Don’t worry about that for now.” He mumbled, putting the ramen into the boiling water. “Go get changed, that dress looks uncomfortable.”
You entered Heeseung’s bedroom and you had only one thought.
That place was decorated to have sex all night long.
It had warm tones and moody lightning like his living room, his sheets were soft and silky and the overall vibe was minimalistic and cozy. You sighed, imagining yourself cuddling here while it rains and having coffee.
Your pathetic virgin brain was giving you more sinful ideas but you pushed them away as you made your way to his closet, which was just another area in the penthouse you fell in love with. His shirts were color coordinated and neatly hung and you couldn’t help but ran your hand through them as you walked. His colorful golf polos were folded and were sitting beautifully in the glass cabinet. You also spotted some women’s clothing but you decided to ignore that. You already knew your beloved fiancé had a very active sex life.
You picked a t-shirt that is oversized for your body, it was covering up your ass but you still thought it was way too revealing. You found some shorts and slipped them over, you looked extremely funny but you also had no reason to look sexy.
You returned back to the bedroom and sat on his bed, slightly bouncing yourself on it to test the softness before you laid back on it horizontally and stretched your whole body. Your neck cracked as you stretched it all the way back, just to see a pink bottle standing on his drawer upside down. Next to his bed.
You panicked and turned around, seeing the strawberry picture on it. You blinked a few times, before Heeseung stormed into the room, for the exact bottle you were staring at. He forgot it on his bedside table even though he kept reminding himself to throw it away.
“Huhh-Ahhh. That’s not mine.” Was the first words when he caught you examining the bottle.
You shrugged. “Well it could be.”
“No, but it really is not, I was going to throw that away.”
“It’s okay, Heeseung, all men use it to… you know” You pouted and nodded your head, “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
“I am not explaining myself, it just doesn’t belong to me.”
You raised your eyebrows at him. “So it belongs to a girl?”
“Yes.” He sighed.
“Heeseung, you don’t have a girlfriend right? Please don’t make me involve in all this if you—“
“I don’t have a girlfriend. I only have you.” And he was right, he only had you, since none of the girls he casually fucked before wanted him back, because he managed to drive them crazy.
You gulped, staring at his eyes, getting nervous by his gaze. He was still wearing his golf outfits and you suddenly felt exposed laying on his bed as you talked to him.
“Is the ramyeon ready?” You changed the topic and got up from the bed, looking silly in Heeseung’s outfits. His eyes examined his clothes on your body, the way his t-shirt made you look tiny inside of it and his shorts which were covering down to your knees.
He snorted.
“Not funnier than your strawberry lube.” You gave him a deadly look before you moved to the door.
“I told you! It is not mine!” He shouted as he followed you to the kitchen from your back.
As you ate the ramyeon he cooked, Heeseung told you all the steps you had to go through together and it made you overwhelmed. It felt like you were marrying a Royal.
“So, tomorrow, we will go to the company together, and there, we will arrange a date for our engagement party. Then we can go to Oliver, and he will pick you a dress for it.”
You huffed, playing with your chopsticks in front of you, you finished your meal before him because he was talking a lot.
“My parents think we are getting engaged tonight, which is true— oh, wait! Your ring.” He pushed his chair back to get up and went to his room. You just waited sitting on the chair, and checked your nails if they were ring worthy, thank god you had manicured nails with a light baby pink shade on them.
“Can’t believe I am getting engaged like this.” You mumbled to yourself when you saw Heeseung walking up to you with a red velvety box.
“Here.” He placed it next to your plate, and sat back down.
You faked a smile. “Aw, how romantic of you Heeseung, thanks! Yes I accept.” You rambled with no emotion whatsoever, but then gasped when you opened the box and saw the oval shaped engagement ring that was shiny enough to blind your eye.
“You might wanna save this for your real future wife.” You looked over at him, finding him softly smiling at your reaction.
“Not planning to find her soon, so… it is yours.”
You took the ring out of its cushion and gently placed it on your ring finger, it fitted perfectly, like it was made for you.
“Mhm, so pretty.” You mumbled sweetly, showing the back of your hand to him. “Do I pull it off?”
Heeseung giggled, looking down and getting shy at your question, he felt like he actually proposed for a second. “You do. It looks good on you.” Heeseung mumbled as he stared at your delicate fingers, and he for a moment had a vision of them pulling on his hair but it made him choke on his spit.
“Heeseung, oh my god! Are you okay?” You got up from your chair and walked over to his side, rubbing his back as he coughed, “Y-yah, am— ok.” He choked out, and begged for his imagination to stop running wild.
Nothing was going to happen between you and him and he knew that better than his own name. You had nothing to do with him.
“You really scared me, I thought I was becoming a widow way too soon.” You giggled at your own joke. He faintly smiled, his cheeks red from coughing hard earlier.
“So how did we meet? Or How did we fall in love? I think we should have one story about that, right?”
Heeseung put his hand under his chin as his gaze went to his ceiling. “Just how it is I guess.”
“I fell in love with the girl who served me disgusting americanos.”
You stood up from your chair and punched his shoulder, a laugh mixed with pain left his mouth, as you also started laughing with him. “Seriously, Heeseung. Will your family be okay with me being…uhm, normal?”
He softly nodded, blinking his eyes at you. “Yes.”
Maybe you saw Heeseung and his family as monsters because you watched too many soap operas on your empty days, but he wasn’t that bad at all. He didn’t want you to act like someone else in front of his parents, and he didn’t feel ashamed because he had to bring you as his fiancée. On the contrary, he seemed sure of you and even proud.
“You should go get changed too, I’ll clean here.” You smiled at him. He first protested but you literally saw his bambi eyes tearing up with tiredness, like you, he also had a tough day and you knew that.
You put your bowls in the dishwasher and then looked around in his house as you heard him taking a shower. He had pictures with his family and his friends in his living room which were really cute because baby Heeseung was adorable to look at. He had vintage dvds in a basket next to his big screen tv, and surprisingly mostly 90’s rom-coms.
Maybe he manifested this you thought, your lives sounded like a rom-com, minus the romantic part of it.
“I put the heating down a little bit, it can get really warm at night.” You heard Heeseung coming to the living room and when you turned around, you saw him standing in a bathrobe, ruffling his black hair with a towel. His chest was peeking through and he looked soft, his shower gel smelled heavenly even though he was a few meters away from you. You wanted to let out a big sigh at your view.
“Okay, thank you.” You mumbled, trying to look at something else. “Are you sure you will be comfortable on the couch? For a month?”
He was sipping on some water when you popped him the question. “Hmm,” You heard him mumbling before he gulped, “I sleep there a lot, I will be fine.”
“Do I need to know anything about your sleeping habits?” You asked, forcing yourself to stare in his eyes.
“...No, I guess…”
“Do you sleepwalk?”
His mouth opened with a frown on his face, “As far as I know, no.”
“Do you sleep with your eyes open?”
He sheepishly giggled, “I don’t, but Jay does, and it is kind of hilarious.”
You put your finger on your chin to think of more questions. “Do you always shower at night?”
He gulped, slowly nodding his head. “Yes..?”
You smiled, “Cool, I shower in the mornings.”
Heeseung rubbed his neck, he thought about you and your shower routine and he still had no idea why the smallest and random things about you got him going like this. He swore he never felt this way, and it made him nervous.
“Cool.” He replied.
You bit your lips watching him walking backwards, “Cool.” You smiled.
It was the same thing that happened today, and you hated how your stomach tickled at it. And it got even funnier when Heeseung stumbled, again, but this time he saw that you saw him.
“Fuck.” He cursed, grabbing his ankle, “I better go get changed.” He muttered before he disappeared, leaving you with a cheeky smile on your face.
Later that night, when you put your head on Heeseung’s soft pillows, you wondered what was waiting for you. You had no home, you were in some boy’s bed who you don’t even know that much yet, with a ring that probably costs a fortune. You didn’t understand why you were not worried, though. You felt calm, and safe. Your whole mind and soul decided to trust Heeseung, and you just followed.
It was either going to be the best or worse one month of your life.
Heeseung woke up earlier than he normally does because he was extremely nervous. He kept tossing and turning around all night too, he even downloaded stupid games on his phone and tried to play and when he couldn’t focus on that, he decided to call Jake, but when he sent him a selfie and scarred him for life, he understood he was busy.
So he sat until 4am, zapping through tv and he dozed off around those hours, and it was 7 in the morning, and his eyes were still swollen from the lack of sleep. He kind of felt he had problems sleeping these days, and it seemed to be getting worse for him.
He sleepily prepared coffee for himself and while it was brewing he used the bathroom, but he realized he forgot his toothbrush at his ensuite bathroom, which was where you were sleeping in.
He tried to tiptoe his way to not disturb you, or look like a freak who was spying on you sleeping. He opened the door slowly, thankfully your back was turned to him and your leg was over the covers, between your thighs, you slept messy and it was kind of funny to him.
He grabbed his toothbrush and stopped when he realized you were mumbling incoherently. You started to whine even, and it seemed like you were in pain in a nightmare. He walked up to you, and when he saw your knitted eyebrows, he knew you were having a bad dream.
What was he going to do? He knew just shaking you from your shoulder and running away could work, he would have woken you up from your dream without getting caught.
“Y/n.” He softly whispered as he tried to tap your shoulder, but you being a light sleeper and sleeping somewhere you are not used to made you wake up in panic, grabbing the first thing that was in front of you.
That being the collar of Heeseung’s silk pjs, and pulling him right into you, his nose bumping to yours as his body slumped over you.
His forearm was on your pillow next to your head and he couldn’t move because of your strong grip on his shirt. “I— You were having a nightmare.” He mumbled, his face still dangerously close to your face. Your fingers on his shirt loosened up and fell to your chest, as you watched his adam’s apple moving with a strong gulp.
“It’s okay.” You whimpered, when his eyes closed ever so slightly, the smell of your shampoo intoxicating him once again. He couldn’t move, he didn’t want to. You didn’t push him away too, you just let him stay like that.
Your eyes closed too, as your noses rubbed against each other for a second, and his lips slightly brushed over your cheek as he inhaled you once more. Your body freezed with his touch, you were still in shock with the nightmare you just had and finding Heeseung on top of you.
“Heeseung.” You put one hand on the side of his neck, to you, he smelled heavenly too, his shower gel still lingering on his baby soft skin. “Mhm?” You heard a mumble from him, and right when you were about to pull him to your lips and fuck everything up, your alarm went off.
“Fuck.” You cursed, finally pushing Heeseung away, and ruining your little moment. He fell back down on the bed as you snoozed your phone, and checked the time. You licked your lips and stared at him, who was still rendering what just happened in his mind.
“Good morning.” You shyly mumbled, playing with your hair that was probably a mess.
“Morning.” He gulped, “Sorry for that, by the way.”
You nodded your head, sucking your lips in. “It’s fine.”
He forced a smile, getting up from the bed, “We will have a really long day today, so we better get ready. Breakfast?” He asked as he walked to his closet to find something to wear. You scratched your head as you think. “Uhmm, I’ll have what you usually have.” You mumbled as you also got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
“I usually don’t eat in the mornings!” He yelled from the closet to you, and you rolled your eyes as you brushed your teeth. You knew he was one of those classic I only drink orange juice in the mornings type of rich dude.
You spat the foam and rinse your mouth before you made your way to the closet, to find Heeseung buttoning his ironed white shirt in front of a mirror. You found yourself leaning against the door frame as you watched him, the cotton fabric sitting beautifully on his chest as he left a few buttons open. His tanned skin looked perfect, and soft.
“What should I wear?” You asked as you entered the room.
“The dress from yesterday?” He offered, turning around to smile at you as he fixed his collar, “Since you don’t have anything to wear yet. We will get you clothes today.”
“Isn’t that… too much?” You doubted, as you walked to your dress that was thrown messily on the chair.
“Not at all.” He sprayed some cologne behind his ears before he walked past you to leave the room. “I will be waiting in the living room.”
Heeseung was huffing and sighing as he kept checking his watch, you literally took forever to get ready. You didn’t even have any makeup to put on and you had your outfit ready, but taking a shower took so long. Heeseung’s shower was so fucking good.
It was spacious and black marble, even the water was dripping down your skin so gently, you didn’t want to leave. His stuff smelled good too, and you went through everything he had out of curiosity. He had some men's skincare stuff and a variety of shower gels, including ones that are made for women. Oh you were now sure he had company before you.
Meanwhile Heeseung wanted to break the door and come in, and look at what was taking you so long. At the end, you appeared in the kitchen, looking the same as the previous night. Only difference this time, you smelled like him.
“I had some stuff for you there.” He mumbled as he tied his shoe at the foyer, as you fixed your hair one more time in the mirror, the ring on your finger blinding your eyes once again.
“I liked yours better.” You simply answered, turning around to look at him, “Is there a problem?”
He nodded his head to the sides as he stood up, “You can use whatever you want.”
You smiled at him as you put your hands on your waist, showing him that you were ready to go. And when he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers together, your heart skipped a beat.
“Once we get out of here, there will be paparazzi waiting. Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” He gently warned you as he opened the door and pulled you outside with him. You walked to the elevators in silence, and you unintentionally squeezed Heeseung’s hand harder. He probably did this for you to get used to it, and for it to look more natural.
When the elevator came to the lobby floor, he again walked first and you saw people starting to flash their cameras to the inside of the building, which made you flinch and rest your face on Heeseung’s shoulder for a second.
“Shhh, it’s fine.” He hugged you, kissing your forehead lovingly, you knew he was playing to the cameras but you also saw the genuine worry in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, the driver is waiting for us and we will get to the car immediately, you don’t have to say anything to them, alright?” He mumbled to your forehead before, holding your chin up with one finger.
“I am not scared.” You pouted, staring at his eyes. “Not scared when you hold my hand, I know you will protect me.”
He smiled with teeth, caressing your cheek. “That’s a good girl. Now let’s go.”
Your heart flipped inside when he held your waist this time and pushed the door with another hand, only to hold you with both arms after that. You heard him mumbling ‘thank you’, and ‘not now’, to paparazzi as you didn’t even understand what was going on, being dragged to the car in Heeseung’s hold, through a crowd. You found comfort in his embrace, even though the situation you were in was extremely uncomfortable.
He opened the car door and caged the frame as you got in safely, and you watched him smiling and giving a thumbs up to the reporters before he got in the car himself too, letting out a big release.
“I am sorry for all that, baby.” He smiled gently, as he eyed the driver for you to act along. You panicked but then put your hand on his upper leg, to soothe him, “It’s fine, baby.” You copied him, and then giggled softly before you drew your hand back and left Heeseung flustered.
“To Oliver’s boutique.” He told the driver and then he stared at you. You were watching outside and all the paparazzi running after the car you were in. You couldn’t believe all those people were there just to see you.
“Something wrong?” He asked as he leaned into your ear but you nodded. “No, I am fine.” You assured him and waited for the drive to end in silence.
When you arrived at the boutique you didn’t expect to find Yunjin, standing with the boys in front of the fancy store.
“I thought you might like having her here.” Heeseung mumbled shyly, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck. In your head, everything was a show but deep down, you really needed that, and Heeseung was sensible enough to think of it.
“Thank you, Heeseung.” You smiled at him genuinely, before he opened the door to get out first and then held it open for you to get out. You heard Yunjin’s loud scream the moment you stepped out.
“Fucking hell! I am blinded by that.” She squeaked, grabbing your hand to examine the huge rock on your ring finger. You slapped your face with your free hand, when your friend’s first worry was your engagement ring. Fake, engagement ring.
“Women, and their love for sparkly things.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes as he stepped inside the store, obviously mocking Yunjin’s attention for the diamond. She sent a deadly look in his way. “And men, who are not able to find a woman to give one.”
“Congratulations, bro.” Jay grabbed Heeseung’s hand as he bumped his shoulder to his. “I should have brought tissues, this is so emotional.” He talked without moving his face the slightest. Heeseung only huffed at him, ignoring his antics.
He cleared his throat after they entered the store all together to get the attention on himself. “Listen to me. Only the six of us know the truth. No one can know, okay?”
Jake put his hand on his forehead quickly. “Yes, sir!”
Yunjin mimicked zipping her mouth and then throwing the imaginary key at Sunghoon’s head, which made his eyes roll. They definitely did not like each other, even though poor Yunjin was salivating over him only a day ago.
You realized your hand was holding Heeseung’s and you didn’t even realize when he locked his fingers to yours since you entered, but when you swayed your hands in the air, he came to a realization of it but he didn’t let go, instead he brought your hand to his lips, to leave a soft kiss on your knuckles.
“Ah there! My favorite client.”
You understood why Heeseung’s lips were on your knuckles when you saw the man standing in front of you. You coughed lightly.
“And his beautiful fiancée, awww.” He held a hand over his mouth, closing his eyes. “Stop. I am so emotional.”
Jake was going through racks as Jay bumped his shoulder to his. “Bet he is going to start crying in 3. 2–”
“Heeseung! When did you grow up, I remember you coming here with your mother, you used to pee on yourself a lot—”
“Oliver, haha.” Heeseung fake laughed loudly, silencing him to not say embarrassing things about him but you just imagined Heeseung as a baby and peeing in this luxury store and a snort left your mouth.
Heeseung stared at you with knitted eyebrows as he squeezed your hand in his, widening his bambi eyes. You held a hand over your mouth, “M sorry, okay.” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath before you reached your hand to Oliver.
“Hi, I am Heeseung’s fiancée, Y/n.” You smiled sweetly, which made him tear up.
“And I am the person who is gonna give you the best makeover of your life.”
“Ugh, fuck.” You whined, trying to reach the zipper that was on your lower back. It was impossible to zip up for some reason, and you absolutely didn’t want to break a dress that probably cost a fortune.
You gently opened your curtain and saw Oliver walking to the store part from the changing rooms, “Oliver, hey!” You yelled at him to ask for his help but he swayed his hand in the air, “Babe, ask for Heeseung please, I will be right back.” He dodged you, and left.
Heeseung was standing against the mirrored wall, looking at his phone as he waited for you, and the others were probably just looking around the store, Yunjin was still searching for her own dress to wear at the party.
“Heeseung.” You called him, pressing the dress on your chest with both arms so it won’t fall. His attention immediately fell on you, walking to you in hurried steps. “Hm?”
“Can you zip the dress?” You asked him, opening the curtain for him to see the situation inside. “Oh!” He mumbled, getting in and closing the curtain again. He put his phone in his back pocket before he pushed your hair from your back to see the zipper.
His one hand came in contact with your waist as his fingers pinched the zipper and pulled it upwards in slow motion, or maybe you felt like it was in slow motion, due to feeling dizzy under his touch. His hands stopped by your shoulder blades as he zipped your dress, his nose cheekily getting a sniff of your hair, and his hands staying on your hips for a while before he turned you around slightly for you to look in the mirror.
Your reflection, with him behind you made your heart flutter, you actually looked so good together, it could have been a sin that all of it was fake.
“Good?” He whispered to your ear, dragging his hands up to your shoulder. Your cheeks burned, when he gently rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded to him, trying to control your heart’s beating.
“I think you should wear this today.” He mumbled, before he turned you around in his arms and wrapped them around your waist. “You really are so beautiful.”
You frowned, “Where are all these compliments coming from?” You stopped yourself from giggling as you stared at him.
“Just wanted to say we feel different about each other, since you think I am a beg.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth. “How the fuck do you know about that?” You whisper yelled at him, not even realizing his thumb was stroking you over your dress behind your back. Heeseung shrugged, “Jay told me.”
“I don’t feel that way anymore, if you are wondering.” You put your hands on his chest, staring up at him. “I think you’re okay.”
“Just okay?” He smiled smugly and you slapped his chest. “You are kind and sweet.” You shrugged your shoulders, “Handsome too…”
He leaned in, resting his forehead to yours softly, “You think so?” A smirk appeared on his lips as you nodded. “I thought this was going to be a nightmare when you first asked me to do this.” You confessed to him, not understanding why your bodies ended up so close to each other every time.
“But you surprised me, Heeseung.”
A sigh passed through between his lips, his minty aroma hitting yours as he tilted his head. “Maybe, we can,” He stopped and smiled at the thought of what he was going to say but you jumped in fear when the curtain opened wide and saw Oliver holding at least ten dresses in his hand.
“Oh, I am sorry for interrupting your little romantic moment.” He giggled, and Jake literally appeared behind him after hearing what he said. His eyes widened when he saw Heeseung’s arms snaking around your waist loosely.
“Romantic moment, huh?” Jake wiggled his eyebrows at Heeseung, teasing him. He knew his friend, and he knew you were way too pretty to deny feelings for. In the end, something was going to happen sooner or later. He didn’t think it would happen in less than twenty - four hours though.
Jay also appeared with a bunch of sunglasses in his hand that he picked for you. “You will need these to protect your eyes from the flashes.” He smiled, putting them on the table where the stuff you are meant to purchase laid on.
Heeseung pulled you to himself with one arm this time, holding you close to his waist. “Try everything else baby, I will be waiting outside.” He kissed the top of your cheek lightly before he let go of you. Oliver was letting out whines at Heeseung supposedly being in love with you.
He was an amazing actor, for sure.
You opened the curtain to show them the dress that was cream colored, right over your knee. You were holding your hair up in a ponytail as you turned around, to show them the back.
“Five out of ten.” Jay shrugged.
“I’d say seven to be honest.” Jake took a look at you from head to toe.
“It’s a little bit, uhm, showing.” Heeseung put his finger under his chin. “You can’t meet my family in this.”
You rolled your eyes, before you stuck your tongue to them. “I have one more.”
You quickly got rid of your dress while Heeseung watched the material dropping to your feet that was covered in stilettos. Your ankles looked so delicate as you got one leg out of the dress and he saw your hand that sparkled with a ring, picking it up from the floor.
Knowing that you were naked in there made him dizzy, and the slightest bit he could see from the little space under the cabin was enough to make him think dirty about you.
He gulped loudly, making Jay and Jake’s attention fall on him.
“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Jake sucked his lips in.
“Shut up, Jake.”
“No but he is right, remember you used to pop boners for our literature teacher when we were 16? It’s like deja vu.”
“Thank you for reminding me of that.” Heeseung faked a smile, slightly looking down at his crotch to see if he was bulging. “I don’t pop boners anymore, by the way.”
“Whatever you say.” Jay shrugged, and kept reading the magazine that was in his hand.
“Where the fuck is Hoon?” Heeseung realized his absence and looked around and then couldn’t seem to find him with his eyes.
You opened the curtain once again, and for the last time, an emerald green dress sitting tight on your curves, an elastic between your teeth as you smoothed out your hair in the mirror before you put it up in a messy bun.
Heeseung almost gasped at his view, he didn’t remember a color looking so good on a woman before. You turned around to them, smoothing your hands over your curves as you put your one leg in front of the other.
“Thoughts?”
“Yeah. We are buying that,” He spoke, getting up from his place to distract himself and then walked over to the cashier’s desk as employees carried your stuff behind his back, following him.
“He liked it, I guess.” You pouted at the boys and they only forced a nervous giggle, knowing Heeseung was literally gagged at this point.
You were about to get in the cabin and change to the dress that you were supposed to wear but your dear friend finally appeared.
Your eyes widened when you saw her appearance, you grabbed her by her wrist to pull her to yourself.
“Why do you have lipstick on your chin?” You raised a brow at her, only to see Sunghoon walking over to the boys and having a pinkish glossy tint on his lips and neck.
“Yunjin what did you do?” You whispered, as you watched Jay rolling his eyes and grabbing a tissue, wiping Sunghoon’s face as he angrily mumbled stuff to him.
“Just a one time thing.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh my god, did you fuck him? Here?!” You shouted at her in a whisper tone.
“Girl relax, he wanted it so I gave him a taste.” She turned around and looked over at Sunghoon, who was also staring at her with hazy eyes, his bottom lip captured by his teeth.
“I seriously can’t believe you both.” You cried out when Sunghoon winked at her, and got slapped on the shoulder by Jay, again.
Heeseung held your hand on the way to the company, where the press was already informed and waiting for your announcement. You were wearing a nice rich looking dress with the same stilettos and the trunk of the car was filled with your new clothes that you were going to wear for the month.
He was telling you what you needed to say and you tried your best to focus but you were nervous. You trusted Heeseung, you really did but your first time with them scared you.
“Hey.” Heeseung mumbled, leaning to your cheek, “Don’t worry, okay? Just a little interview, I will answer most of the questions.”
You nodded your head and turned your face to him, sharing a nose kiss again, which always made you feel comfortable in a non romantic way with him. You leaned back, and smiled at his closed eyes before he stared at your eyes.
“What else do we need to do?” You whispered, then showing your hands that were locked into each other, “Other than doing this?”
His head tilted to the side, watching your soft mannerisms as you looked down, getting shy at what you were asking. You were adorable, you were the first person Heeseung ever felt this close to in less than 24 hours. Not physically maybe but, his soul felt calm when he was with you.
“Nothing, as fake fiancés.” He replied, pushing a piece of strand from your styled hair behind your ear, “But as Heeseung and Y/N, I wondered if…”
You remembered your conversation that was cut off by Oliver earlier. “As us?” You raised your eyebrows, leaning your cheek against his palm.
He gulped, and pulled away, only resting a hand on your knee now. “We can become good friends.”
Heeseung regretted saying that when he saw your brows knitting. Why in the world did he even say ‘friends’? It came out of his mouth that way, because how was he going to explain the closeness between you and him with a different word? Lovers? Partners? His girlfriend?
“Good friends…” You mumbled, beaming at him. “I think we are friends now.” You softened your gaze as you rested your cheek on the head rest. When Heeseung mirrored you and rested his cheek to the headrest as well, you stared at his starry eyes once again.
“What are you looking at?”
“Did anyone else tell you that you look like Bambi?”
Soft pink tint covered his cheeks along with heat at your question. You found it adorable.
He nodded his head. “So many times.”
You bit your lips, “Girls?”
He nodded again.
You clicked your tongue at him. “So I am not the first one. Ouch.”
He gave you a mischievous smile. “You are the first girl I put a ring on, though.”
You huffed, showing his shoulder lightly. “True, lucky me.”
As your small talk came to a stop, the car also parked in front of a tall building, paparazzi waiting outside again, as Heeseung warned you previously.
“Ready?” He smiled and held your again, before he opened the door, and got out, and you followed him.
The moment you stepped outside, the questions were thrown at you. The flashes would have been blinding if you weren’t wearing the glasses Jay brought for you. Heeseung was also wearing a pair of sunnies, as you both walked up the stairs, to give a small interview to the press.
Heeseung put an arm over your waist, in a protective way before he took his sunglasses off, and you copied him, smiling gently as you revealed your whole face to the cameras.
“Congratulations on your engagement sir, when is the wedding?”
Heeseung chuckled before a mic was straightened to his face. “We will enjoy being engaged for a while.” He answered kindly.
“Can we see the ring?” A voice came up from the crowd and you stared up at Heeseung. He held your hand and showed it to the cameras, which you almost rolled your eyes at but only a fake smile plastered on your lips. You sighed when Heeseung kissed your knuckle and rested your hand around his waist this time.
Oh, having your arms around him felt so good, you wanted to snuggle him like a cat and rub your nose on his musky smelling neck so badly. But you didn’t, of course.
“Heeseung Ssi, how did you two realize you were in love?”
Heeseung panicked. You could see his chest heaving up and down faster than normal, and he stared at the floor. He knew everyone was watching this right now, including his parents. And he couldn’t answer, but thank god he had you.
Your hand on his waist stroked his side softly before you leant to the mic in front of him.
“We were stargazing and I couldn’t get my eyes off him. That’s when I realized.” A loud ‘aw’ and adoration sounds came from the reporters.
You leaned up against him and pulled him to your body even more, kissing under his cheekbone, “Right, darling?”
Heeseung wanted to cry, he wanted to hug you and thank you after this, for saving his ass so gracefully.
“That is the day I fell in love as well.” He mumbled, only staring at your eyes as he spoke, for a moment you thought he was saying the truth. “She was prettier than the stars.”
“Was I?” You giggled softly.
Heeseung was not lying but he knew you thought everything was an act, and everything you told him was an act. So when he softly nodded his head, he didn’t expect you to grab his cheek and place a chaste kiss on his lips.
Heeseung froze, re-living the first memory of your lips touching his, in the opposite way now. Your lips were warm and soft, just pressing on his with a gentle force. Your hand on his face caressed his cheekbone, your ring sparkling beautifully on his cheek, as you held him.
You smiled against his lips before pulling back, as tons of pictures were getting captured of your romantic kiss.
You acted like you were shy and slightly turned around, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, as he put a hand on your lower back, still in shock of the kiss you gave him.
“Now we are even, Lee Heeseung.” He heard you giggling to his ear, and he found himself sucking his lips in, the soft touch of your palm still on his cheek before you dragged your hand to his shoulder and turned your face to the cameras again.
He stared down at your eyes that were looking at him with a smirk pulling on your lips.
He thought, maybe you were the one and this was just the beginning of your story.
You let your fall back on the couch in Heeseung’s living room, taking off your stilettos and throwing them on the floor as you heard the click sound of the kettle.
“Thank god I am not marrying you for real, because I guess all your kitchen skills consist of boiling hot water for ramyeon.”
He giggled at your reaction as he walked up to the sofa you were sitting at, standing behind it as he watched you cracking your neck, your butt on the edge of it as your legs were straight. He patted your head in a protective way.
“Next week we are getting engaged officially and you are already complaining.”
You sighed, “And I am meeting your parents, please don’t forget that.”
He walked around and sat next to you so you fixed the way you were sitting immediately. “They will like you, don’t worry.”
“I am so tired.” You whined, covering your face with your hands. It really was extremely tiring, all the attention, cameras, questions… In the company the jealous eyes staring at you as you walked along with Heeseung, fingers intertwined.
You bet all those girls who worked for him wanted to get in his pants and marry him. When you saw their looks at you, you understood how much of a big thing you were in. You were marrying the most popular bachelor in the country.
Even when you arranged a date with his assistants, to your chance, they were men, they took a look at you like you were an outsider, like you didn’t belong there. But you didn’t say anything to Heeseung, you didn’t want to be a brat and cause him trouble or give him unnecessary stuff to worry about.
You were also worried about Heeseung, the man had lube beside his bed table, it was obvious he had an active sex life unlike your virgin self, and now for a month he only had you. To do nothing with.
You gulped, when you heard him asking what you were thinking about.
“N-nothing.” You mumbled, but your cheeks were giving away.
“Why are you blushing?” He smirked, bopping your nose cutely, which made you let out a sigh mixed with a giggle.
“I am not blushing, Heeseung.” You scolded him, turning your face away. He leaned against you and grabbed your chin in a soft way, for you to look at him. “C’mon, you weren’t blushing like this when you kissed me earlier.”
“Oh, Heeseung…” You let out a whine, trying to cover your face again when he let out a laugh, and kept teasing you.
“Kissing me in front of all those cameras, huh?” He tickled you this time, and you cried out from the feeling of his hands on your tummy. “Shut up, you deserved it!” You screamed as you tried to push him off from your body.
His tickles and teasing didn’t come to a stop and you didn’t know how you found yourself under him, caged by his body on the couch. He also didn’t realize when he got on top of you, his face so close to yours.
“I-“ He mumbled, his lips parted with a sigh. You were sure you wanted to kiss him. There was no lie. You wanted to kiss Lee Heeseung so badly.
It was like he read your mind when his nose brushed against yours, and his lips pressed a soft kiss on the top of it. You whimpered at his touch, your hands going to his neck to get a grip on something, your heart was racing so fast.
“Y/n.”
“Mhm?”
“I want to kiss you so badly right now.”
You bit your lips at his confession, your fingers going to the nape of his neck to caress his skin there. Is this real or were you going to wake up from it?
“You do?” You teased him, pushing his face closer to yours to kiss the corner of his lips. “Like this?” You asked him, smiling against his skin.
Heeseung’s eyes were closed and his lips parted beautifully, he was stunned. He didn’t want to stutter in front of you, you had a magnetic pull on him that he couldn’t explain.
“Not like that.” He managed to speak up, dragging his lips over yours, just moving them, not kissing or pressing them to you yet. “Want to kiss you here.”
His lips moved on yours as he spoke and you felt dizzy. Your blood was pumping so fast in your veins. The words only made you clench your legs together under him, you were sure your underwear was already getting wet.
“What’s stopping you?”
Those were the only words Heeseung needed to hear before he latched his lips to yours, hungrily kissing you, his head tilted to taste you properly as your lips moved against each other’s.
The kiss was warm and lustful and it felt like both of you were waiting impatiently for this moment to arrive.
You pressed Heeseung’s face closer to yours and parted your lips, letting his tongue dip into your mouth to kiss you even passionately. The sounds of kissing and wetness mixed with your breaths and moans were the only thing you could hear.
Heeseung sounded incredibly sexy and kind of needy, his moans were breathy and also whiny, it just riled you up perfectly. His kiss tasted so sweet and delicious, you found yourself messily sucking on his lower lip, making him smile into the kiss. God, it was perfect.
He parted away from your lips to suck your neck, your dress was already riled up to your waist and his crotch was pressing to your panties. You let out a moan, when he sucked your neck with tongue, almost like he was trying to get a taste of your skin. His hands soothed your arms up and down as he sucked your neck for his life, before his lips trailed soft kisses along your jaw until they closed on your lips again, kissing them feverishly.
You suddenly got nervous about this leading to sex and you weren’t sure if you wanted your first to be Heeseung. On his couch, kissing each other because feelings rose up out of nowhere.
But kissing him was addictive, even though you felt so amateur next to his kisses he gave you. You felt yourself freezing under him, your lips stopped moving and Heeseung realized it after a few more sucks on your lower lip before he let go.
“I am sorry.”
You nodded your head as in no, holding his face closer to yours as he tried to get off of you.
“Heeseung.”
“I made you feel uncomfortable.” He mumbled, having no idea what was going on inside your mind and you also were shy to admit that you never did this with someone, so you stayed silent about it.
“I just don’t think it is right for us to do this now.” You muttered, still keeping him close to you so he won’t run away. “But you did nothing wrong. I was the one who allowed you to kiss me.”
He sighed, nodding his head as he stared into your eyes, he wanted to say something, he wanted to say he has no motives to use you, and he actually wanted to kiss you, and he would do anything to make you feel comfortable but you didn’t need to hear it. You knew.
So you, caressed his cheek and placed a kiss on his smooth skin, for him to relax. You didn’t want any negativity between you and Heeseung.
The kettle made a sound that reminded you both the water was ready, and also how hungry you were. You both giggled, the energy easing between you both.
“I will make some noodles and you can go change.” He got off of you, and the gentleman he is, he fixed the skirt of your dress on his way, without looking at it. You smiled at his gesture as you also got up, making your way to his bedroom to change.
When you closed the door and sat on his bed you put your fingers over your mouth, still feeling his kiss on them. Fuck, not that you have been kissed a lot, but this was definitely the best. You wished to be braver for him to take you there because you would, but you just couldn’t.
Your body was now craving Lee Heeseung so badly. You let out a sigh, clenching your legs as you remembered his lips sucking your neck, with so much force and passion. You got up to see yourself in the mirror and you gasped, when you saw the little purple patch forming on your neck.
“Shit, Heeseung.” You let your fingers brush over it slowly, and you bit your lips at yourself when you felt a shot of arousal wetting your panties. “Oh my god.” You mumbled, not believing a man had an affect on you this badly. To make you drip down to your panties from a make out session that lasted a minute.
Meanwhile Heeseung was even worse, his crotch was pressed to the cold marble of his kitchen counter as he put the noodles in the water, he was hiding his bulge unless you would come to the kitchen. He cursed when he found himself rubbing to the surface, he needed to get off so fucking badly but, he wasn’t living alone anymore.
But the tent in his pants kept getting bigger and bigger and he expected the cold surface to make it less angry but it wasn’t working. Now he wasn’t thinking with his brain, he was thinking with his cock. He was thinking about the way you smelled, the taste of your lips, your bare legs touching his thighs, and the softness of your neck when his tongue sucked you there.
He let out a whine, turning off the stove to walk over to the bathroom. He needed to take a shower and take care of his boner and he hoped you would be late for your dinner too.
When you locked the door of the room, you also hoped Heeseung would take long to cook the ramyeon because even though it was nasty, you had to relieve yourself. It sounded so fucked up when the reason of your dripping pussy was just outside of the room, but you didn’t have any courage to do anything about it.
You needed to be fast and silent so you got rid of your clothes and put the pj top on, but not the bottoms. You didn’t want to wet the sheets or anything so you stood on your knees on the bed and held the headboard for support and started rubbing your clit in circular and fast motions. Your lips were captured by your teeth and you knew you were going to cum fast from the dizziness in your body from Heeseung’s kiss.
You relaxed, hearing the water running down from the bathroom, Heeseung was in the shower. You sighed in relief and slowed down your motions, resting your head against the wall as you rubbed yourself. A breathy fuck spilled down your lips, then your moans turned into his name, the reason of your desperation.
And Heeseung… behind the water sounds you were able to hear only, he was also mumbling your name desperately, as his back was rested against the shower tiles, his knees slightly bucked from the pleasure he was giving to himself and head tilted back, as he was mercilessly jerking himself off.
He had the same mindset as you, he wanted it to be clean and quick, and not obvious. He turned on the water to the fullest for it to be loud as much as possible when his lips parted with filthy moans. He imagined how he would feel if you were wrapped around his cock since he was this turned on by a simple make out. He wanted to touch and feel your bare skin, he wanted to see what was under your clothes and he wanted to adore, deeply. Give you his everything, fuck you hard but sweet.
When you were done, you felt incredibly guilty.
You pulled your hand back from between your legs and saw the sticky clear liquid on your fingers, sighing at the view. You needed to clean up but Heeseung was in the shower so you got off the bed, legs still shaky as you walked over to your bag to find a piece of tissue to wipe your hands too.
I shouldn't have done this. Fuck.
You slipped your underwear and shorts on, and threw the tissue to the bin, sitting on the edge of the bed for Heeseung to finish his shower. So you can wash your hands and act like you didn’t just masturbate at the thought of him.
You heard the door click open and you literally ran to the door, to get yourself to the bathroom but the moment you opened the door, your face hit Heeseung’s bathrobe covered chest. The last person you wanted to see at that moment.
“Shit.” You heard him mumbling, one arm wrapping around your waist to keep you still.
“I need to change.” He reasoned himself for coming to his room and you didn’t even look at his face. “Okay, I need to use the bathroom.” You rushed your words and ran from his hold, closing the door behind you.
Awkward, so awkward.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath as he walked to his closet. Heeseung was also feeling guilty, what he did felt illegal. Moaning your name when he cummed felt illegal. Imagining your body pressing next to his as he jerked himself off, imagining the way your body would shake when you reach your high felt illegal.
But he couldn’t stop.
He slipped himself in some boxers and his plaid pj pants, he put his towel around his neck as he searched for a clean top to wear.
Heeseung what did you just do? How are you going to look at her face now?
His inner voice was going to keep him awake all night and he knew that.
When you entered the closet and almost jumped, seeing him topless, your cheeks getting pink, and the way you looked around the room as you talked with him drove him crazy. You looked innocent and clueless and he found that adorable.
As you both sat at the table, eating your dinner in silence, you couldn’t look each other in the eye. It was too awkward, you were eating each other an hour ago on the couch that was behind you. The couch he will sleep on for the rest of the month.
“Thank you for cooking.” You mumbled, still not looking at him.
“Of course.” He smiled, watching you leave the chopsticks in the bowl. “Are you going to sleep?”
You blinked a few times at his question. You felt incredibly tired and the last hours stress and weirdness made it even worse, so you nodded your head. “I will, yes.”
“Sweet dreams, y/n.”
Oh how you wanted to hug and kiss him when he called your name. You needed to text Yunjin about all that happened, you made a mental note.
“Sweet dreams, Heeseung.” You smiled at him, before you left him alone in the kitchen.
synopsis: someone would always airdrop you small messages and memes everyday, you would always accept it which made you insanely curious about who it is. unknown to you, it was lee heeseung who you considered as your high school sweetheart. lee heeseung who believes he loved you too late.
pairing: heeseung x f!reader (she/her)
content/genre: college au (ofc), glimpses of high school, second chance (ish), friends to lovers, fluff, angst, crack, slowburn
warning(s): it will be put in every chapter, but as always, swearing.
note: robi back with another hee smau. idk, delaying wob again (im really, really sorry). not as angsty as ymtm, i swear. i will start when i have 20 chaps on the drafts bcs i dont want to fail u guys jsbhsdbdsh. anyway, TAGLIST OPEN. SEND ASKS TO BE IN IT.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; having feelings for someone who’s in a relationship is already so hard to deal with. so imagine jake’s struggle when the taken girl that he’s had feelings for for years comes to him for help in physics. will he actually move on or will the lines start to blur between tutoring and romance?
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; the members of enhypen and baekhyun of exo/superm.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬; kinda strangers 2 lovers, university au, social media au. crack, fluff, slight angst.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; inappropriate jokes, extreme simping, cheating, probably more as the story progresses.
𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫; these are not accurate representations of idols!! plz remember that!!
updates every day @ 12 am EST (sometimes I post in the middle of the day but that’s rare)
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: november 12, 2022
𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: TBA
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬; 4 creatives and a weirdo in STEM || 3 creatives and a simp in STEM || privates
𝐨𝐧𝐞; first day of school everyone!!!
𝐭𝐰𝐨; I was hacked🤷♂️
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; let’s get out of here. [+0.6k words]
𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; yeah he’s going to hell
𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; i hate all of you equally☺️
𝐬𝐢𝐱; that test ate me the fuck up.
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; turn on the infamous sim jaeyun rizz😏
𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭; HEESEUNG U BEAUTIFUL GENIUS
𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞; i’ll see u fuckers later 🫶
𝐭𝐞𝐧; anyways it’s about that time again😀
𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; still no tutor.
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞; matchmaker. [+0.5k words]
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; all of u are useless bitches.
𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; this is NOT a good idea‼️
𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; i didn’t think he’d actually do it😦
𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; shall we get started? [+0.6k words]
𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; bro thinks we’re akinator😭
𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; jay’s money, my money same thing🙄
𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧; would him liking u be such a bad thing🤨
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲; me. y/n’s apartment?? TODAY???
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞; y/n what is this😧
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨; tomato tomahtoe let me be delusional🙄
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞; violent jay makes you happy??🤨
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫; she’s just like me fr
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞; my marbles are GONE
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱; y/n’s bf stop being corny challenge failed😀
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧; WHY WAS I SLOWLY GETTING SEDUCTED BY HIM [+0.6k words.]
𓆩♡𓆪 heeseung had been your biggest supporter for months under the pseudonym ethan, sending you money in return for content and interactions. he stuck around, spending half his paycheck just for your attention, until the delusions of your work convinced him you were his.
heeseung x female reader social media au
warnings: smut!, this will be v smutty so pls be aware this is not a cute fic lol, hee is delusional and possessive, toxic relationships between individuals (more added when chaps are posted)
info: jungwon is hee's step brother in this and he doesn't know about what hee does, only sunoo know's! jake, jay and sunghoon are y/n's friends and don't know hee or sunoo or jungwon, niki probs won't be in this fic bc of the nature of the content i don't feel comfy adding him in!
Tatsächlich Liebe (Love, Actually)//jun x fem!reader (smut included)
Tags: cute single dad!boss!jun with a crush, mini-wen involved, office romance, shower sex, public sex, sort of cheating bc you have a sort-of-boyfriend, pining i suppose?, jun with a crush, went a little ANGSTY, Bestie!minghao
You’re the wide-eyed, clueless-but-on-top secretary to Wen Junhui, and it all starts, with one new year’s kiss… well, new year’s fuck.
Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?
Warnings: y/n is incredibly seductive and more dominant and a bit of a fuckgirl, anxious Jun, cheating, Guanhang from nct is here as your very mean and distant bf
W.c.: 11k
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You might not be very good at your job. And you realize this when you spill Jun’s coffee for the fifth time since you started working (6 months now). That was 0.8 coffees per month.
Times 2, and 3: You forgot to cap the coffee all the way right, after opening it because you FORGOT to ask for the sugar and you had to open it, put a packetful in, stir and cap it again, and Jun spills it on his shirt on his first attempt to drink it. Your penalty: Jun offers a tight lipped smile and caps it himself. “That’ll be all, thanks, Y/n.”
Time 1: you didn’t lay the cup right on his desk. It only spilled maybe 4 drops. Yay. That’s a win, in the book of Y/n. Penalty: nothing.
Time 4, the worst of them all: YOU SPILLED IT ON THE DOCUMENTS HE HAD ON HIS DESK. You don’t even know how, but the full fucking cup spilled. Penalty: “I got it, thanks,” Jun said (thanks for what? He lost documents and three quarters of his coffee) “could you print these again?”
Time 5: this time the coffee didn’t even make it onto his desk, you trip and spill it on yourself. To be fair, you were carrying the lunch orders of the others in your office, so it was a precarious situation.
“I’ll go get a new one!” you called out, since Jun was watching from behind the foggy, half translucent glass door of his office, where he could definitely see you from the way he was angled, but you only saw a part of his dark oakwood table.
There would be a line at the cafe, it was lunch time. But you were determined to make yourself important and cut in line, no matter what it took. “I WORK FOR THE BOSS” would be one thing you could say.
As you head back for the elevator, Jun’s head peeks out of the aforementioned glass door. “y/n,” he called—you like that he never called you like he was demanding your presence, like a rude guest you were waiting on, but rather… softly. Jun just had a softness to him. “Hey, actually, forget the coffee, if it’s not here—can you go get one of those donuts with sprinkles on it?”
“Pink,” came a very boyish little voice from behind the door.
“Pink, with sprinkles, like Homer Simpson eats.”
You walk back to the office, and open it wider, so the little boy could finally appear to you. “Hey, mini-Mr. Wen. Would you like to walk there with me, so you can pick what you’d like?” Jun was very paranoid, but also a very at-ease parent. Meaning: he did let his son go places without him, with other guardians, but also had a terrible anxiety that left him imagining all the worst scenarios until the boy was back in front of his eyes. And yet, you still asked, because you knew Jun was busy. He couldn’t be watching the kid right now.
Hao—that was his name, ‘inspired’ by his father’s love for his best friend, although Jun would say he lost a bet and that’s all it was—nodded, but he wasn’t walking on his feet: he immediately extended both arms out for you to carry him. “Alright, buddy! Let’s go!”
Jun managed a half-absentminded, half-grateful smile at you, mouthing his thanks. And then the door closed.
“Donuts,” Hao says quietly.
“Yes, donuts! We’re getting donuts, getting donuts…” you sang as you walked towards the elevator.
.
Today Jun’s aforementioned best friend and trades partner was in the office with him, because he wanted to come see his little namesake. As Minghao talked business and life with Jun, he saw how relaxed Jun usually was, rather than be the ball of anxiety he turned into whenever his son was somewhere in public not holding onto his own hand.
“You actually trust that intern,” Minghao drew his conclusions.
“She’s permanently employed!” Jun says with a smile. “Do you want me to text her and tell her to bring you a coffee?”
“Where’s yours?”
“She…” There was no way to sugarcoat this in a way that Minghao would feel sympathetic towards you. “Kinda spilled it.”
“... You permanently employed a secretary who couldn’t even bring you coffee.” Seeing Jun’s shocked eyes (how dare you bring that up, Minghao! He was probably thinking), Minghao continued: “didn’t she cause that delay with that shipping company because of her other-and-frequent mishaps, and you had to ask them to deliver the papers all over again? Why would you keep her after that?”
“I don’t know,” Jun says, pondering on his systems himself, “I’ve been through a lot of short-term interns, but I just employed her permanently because, I don’t know, it’s actually became a chore sifting through new secretaries, and she just feels right.”
Minghao cocked an eyebrow. Pushed his glasses up to his forehead. “Feels… right…” Jun did not return any ripostes to the accusations Minghao’s raised eyebrows were throwing. “But I’ve never seen you trust anybody with little Hao this much.”
“Y/n’s a natural around Hao,” Jun’s praise of you came lightly, and he broke into a smile. “Hao loves her.”
“Jun… just because she’s good with your kid doesn’t mean she’s good at her job.”
“Give her a chance!” Jun says with a nudge of his elbows. “She gets my order just right—I swear, no one gets the sugar-to-coffee ratio as right as she does.”
“Maybe because she’s the one delivering it. You know drinks taste sweeter when you like the person serving them.”
Jun groaned. “Hao…” Suddenly red in the cheeks, Jun brought his hands to cover his face, feigning that he was yawning or scratching his cheek or something. But Minghao saw through everything.
“All I’m saying is, I wonder if she really is good at her job—”
The door opened, and you and the Mini-Wen peeked through, with the little boy holding two cups of coffee. “I got your orders!” you say. “Well, Hao got them! I’ll keep watching him, if you want?”
“But I wanna sit on papa’s chair–!”
You grabbed the little boy gently. “Papa’s in a serious talk with uncle Hao, do you think we can hang out at my desk? I have games!”
Minghao shot a look at Jun, as the two of you walked back out of the office. He reached for the cup of coffee with ‘Xu’ written on its side, handing Jun the other. “Anyway,” he says, “back to our ‘serious discussion—” He took a sip of his drink, and suddenly looked completely apprehensive, like he wanted to spit it out.
But under the light of Jun’s alarmed gaze, Minghao slowly swallowed it, and then placed it back on the desk. “This is… this is not my order.”
“She just can’t tell between everybody’s orders,” Jun offered. “She’s still learning!”
Minghao took another sip. “I think this is oatmilk… I can sort of get behind it.”
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Today was Christmas, which was why Hao was at the office: he was going to be picked up by his mom to go to her parents’ house, where he would spend the holidays. Jun and the mom never really interacted, or so says everyone at the office–you had never met her. Jun preferred that the handing away of the kid be done through third parties, from babysitters who would text as soon as she had come to take him away, through secretaries, or even through the office receptionist. Whatever it took to not see her.
You’re not good at your job. You’re clumsy, distracted, inadequate, and most of the time you gossiped away, or at least listened to all the gossip instead of concentrating on your job. What you’ve heard about the matrimony of Jun and his ex was: there wasn’t even a wedding. They got pregnant, they became engaged, apparently the wife got cold feet before the wedding and just decided she didn’t want to be a mother and a wife forever. She asked that one of her flings take her away to somewhere exclusive before the ceremony—someone says it was to the swiss alps, someone says they holed up at an air bnb just out of town—and never even showed up for the wedding planning and the ceremony had to be canceled.
As the story goes… her family had been glad, thinking Jun wasn’t the right person to get settled with. Back then he was handling the up-and-coming company, but they didn’t have faith in his line of work—they did, however, want their little grandson, and the custody battle turned ugly, which added to why Jun didn’t want to see his ex or hear anything about them. Ultimately he got full custody, as the mother didn’t even really want Hao.
Whenever you saw the almost-Mrs. Wen, she was incredibly cool, hiding behind oversized sunglasses. You’d have an actual sense of respect for her, if only her mere presence didn’t make her own son’s face fall like someone had taken his sweets from him.
But today she had her hair in bunches, and she impatiently took the little boy into her arms, and thanked you. “Tell your boss pick-up time’s 5 p.m. on the thirty-first,” she told you. “Or sooner, that’s fine too.”
As she walked away, you were in awe of how much she seemed like Jun’s type: sexy, but cute, and cool. She knew how to dress, for sure. You wrote down the pick-up time: 6 p.m., did she say? And tried to go back to work. You should clear his schedule on New Year’s Eve, but in the office it was still a work day, although the general consensus had decided to have a party in the office, going til midnight. You didn’t know if Jun wanted to stay, since usually he spent holidays with his son.
You see someone in flashy colors sashaying towards your desk, and erect your head, expectant.
“Heyyyyy!” It’s Arin, from the reception. “Guess what?” she says, bringing out the box she was hiding behind her back. “Look! You have a good boss.”
As you took the present and the card—where it was simply written ‘Merry Christmas, Y/n’ and nothing more, thank God because if you knew just how many drafts Jun went through—you leaned over the desk and into Jun’s office, where you saw a blur of his silhouette.
You unwrapped it messily, with as much expertise as you always have on the job, and out comes three bottles of perfume. You press the communications button to Junhui’s office. “I got the presents!”
“That’s great, you’re welcome.”
“Thank you, Jun!”
Minghao, in Jun’s office, watched as Jun got flustered, blinking the shock away. “You… you never call me that,” is what you hear over the speaker.
“Damn. When did he shop for these?” You press the button again. “When did you shop for these, Mr. Wen?! I’m meant to be doing your shopping!”
“Uh, just back in November!” The red light of the device wasn’t alight anymore, which meant the conversation was over. (Jun turned to Minghao in the office. “I may have done this in September, and also had a whole personal-shopper ensemble help me.”)
“So,” Arin says, sitting on your desk now, “you got your boss giving you gifts! What about that boyfriend of yours?”
“Guanhang?” Your expression turned a little sour. “He’s got a big family, so we went shopping for like, the six of them back in November, but he never got one for me? I figured he didn’t want to buy anything for me in front of me, but—oh, bye, Mr. Xu—” Jun and Minghao had come out of the office, as Jun parted from his best friend— “but I never woke up to presents. I mean, it’s only Christmas. I guess I can wait until he remembers?”
Arin grimaced. “Uh-uh. Today’s the deadline.”
“On Valentine’s day he just ate me out each night for the entire month and said that was his present,” you say quietly.
Arin laughed. She made a joke about cunnilingus or something or the other, which brings you to howl with laughter.
“I mean, it is a good gift, if only he didn’t pick the shortest month of the year to do it!” You’re about to go on about more of Guanhang’s antics when—
Jun’s shadow loomed over Arin’s figure, and sensing his presence, she moved over.
“Get back to work, please,” he told her. “Especially you, Y/n, your… work…” he fumbled over his words, before settling with: “is inadequate. And careless. And messy. I… expect better.”
You pouted up at him. Jun looked away before it could affect him more than he liked. “Back to work, please,” he repeated, “And Arin, your job is at the desk, which is like, thirty feet away.” The glass door to his office half-slams, particularly loudly that it sounded like it would shatter.
“Must be in a bad mood,” Arin adjudged. With a sigh, she just left the remaining files and letters designated towards you and Jun at your desk. “Text me about the boyfriend things, alright?”
Feeling sort of shamed (you sucked at your job and you didn’t like being reminded of it), you silently go through the files, not even unpacking Jun’s perfumes out of their boxes. When Jun asks of Hao later, you just tell him he’ll be home on New Year’s Eve, omitting the part where he has to be picked up.
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“Mei.” Jun pretended to multitask, going over his documents while on the phone, but in truth he was getting nothing done. What a shitty day to come into work. “Mei, please. Don’t do this to me. Please bring him back home, at least.”
“Jun, I’m not going to drive to your apartment, there’s traffic and I have an appointment with someone! I literally told your assistant the pick-up time—Pick. Up. I never said I’d bring him. Didn’t she tell you?” Jun felt like kicking himself, he looked out the blinds into the street, and yes, absolutely there is traffic. They’re closing up roads for the city’s new year’s party, fireworks inclusive. “How useless is that secretary?”
“Of course she told me!" He snaps defensively. "I’m just busy all of a sudden. Can’t your parents drive him?”
“Papa just had cornea surgery, Jun. Mama has to be with him at all times.”
Jun hits himself. “Fine, fine, can you leave Hao with your parents, then? Just go to your party—we’ll pick him up at home.”
“It’s not a party, it’s an appointment.” But Jun heard heels clinking, sighs, yelling to her parents, a car door opening. “Fine. I’ll hear from you on Easter or something, then.”
Jun immediately pressed the button to call your desk in, before the call even ended. Soon enough, you’re walking in, taller than he remembers you, but he distracts himself from looking at you (it wasn’t healthy for him to look at you, he gets heartburn). “Could you pick my son up?” he asked. “Take my car. After that I swear you can take the day off, just come back to bring my keys b—”
His eyes finally land on you, and there’s silver sequins peeking out from under the blazer. He leans over the table, trying to look at your footwear: heels that made you taller than Mingyu from sales. “Um… is that for the party?”
“I’m going clubbing!” you answered. “With my boyfriend.”
Jun looked away from you. The sequinned dress was low-necked, distractingly so. “Alright, well… Hao’s usual sitter will be home, so you can just ring the bell.”
“I know the code to your door, anyway,” you say. “See ya, Mr. Wen!”
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The New Year’s party was starting, with the attending employees taking advantage of every resource in the office: speakers blaring music, the main lights dimmed and LED lights strewn across the walls so carelessly it looked like they were there by accident; everything was a total mess. There wasn’t a reason to stay there anymore if he wasn’t celebrating, but Jun couldn’t leave: he needed his car.
It’s almost ten when you come back, and as much as it was long-awaited, it even felt unreal that you’d come back.
“Y/n!” He didn’t realize how his anxiety had crept up on him, even when concerning you—he knew Hao was safe home, but you were his main concern. Sort of weird, that it’d be that way. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”
“Bad news,” you say as you come into his office, basically screaming over the music, “I barely escaped when I came, but they’re blocking every street around here for the parade.”
Jun stood over his tiptoes to see the state of the roads: the parades were already setting in, and the roads were blocked everywhere. The only other option would be to wait it out, until it’s past midnight and everyone is back home in their beds.
He sighed. “I think I’ll have to stay until the end of the party.” He pulled out his phone, urgently texting the babysitter.
But Jun immediately turned into his usual anxious character, not being able to get home at his son’s bedtime. He paced around the party, sometimes paying attention to the music, although it was just grating for him at some point, and, not wanting to return home drunk, refused all booze and decided to chaperone the party.
He finds you at the hard liquor corner, during his many rounds around the office. You’re leaned back and sipping out of a full bottle. Jun hasn’t drunk in a while, because hangovers and being drunk in general made him unable to parent. He knows moderation looks different to everybody, but you weren’t it.
“... all I said was he spends a comically high amount of time with that girl from work! And he’s like, you’re always tailing after Jun, and I’m like, yeah, that’s my job? And then he says, I'm not his girlfriend, I just live with him, he can do whatever he wants.”
You take another mouthful out of the straight bottle. “What’d you say?” Arin edges you on.
“Told him that’s rich coming from the guy that was balls deep in my—”
Jun cringes with scrunched and avoidant eyes, as he comes over to take the bottle away from you. Setting it down on a desk behind him, he notices that the people around had started to clear out, not wanting a chaperoning boss to ruin the fun. They rushed to the windows and the balcony.
“I thought you were going clubbing on your night off?” he asks you, standing two feet planted in front of you. You were holding yourself really horribly, and ended up resting your head on his stomach without a thought in your head. If you had thought it through, maybe you wouldn't have done it.
“Fight,” you explained. “With the guy I live with.”
“I see…” Jun tenderly combed his fingers through your hair, but only used it to pull your head off his stomach. “Well, I guess office party’s just as fun, huh?”
You snorted as a reply.
“Last sixty seconds, guys!” someone yells. They’d opened the windows so the sounds of the parade in the street were full-blown blaring distantly, and you were about forty stories up in the air, the night breeze blowing with a vengeful cold.
You’re tired, your feet hurt and you just wanted to collapse into your bed. Unable to hold yourself up any longer, you fall face-flat into his stomach, again. Your arms wrapped around him, as if you were imagining him as a body pillow.
You feel Jun still, and you almost think he’s just uncomfortable being so close to you, but then you… realize something.
Mr. Wen likes you. It should have been obvious, whenever he seemed to forgive your inadequate work ethics and frequent unfailing mishaps, and how much he trusted you, no matter how many mistakes you made, how much he hated hearing about your life with your boyfriend… and what kind of boss goes shopping for their employee, privately, anyway?
You’re suddenly more awake than you were five seconds ago. You stand up, and there’s commotion—everyone’s crowding around the window, yelling the countdown as loud as their voices went. You look into Jun’s eyes. Sober, clean, worried.
“Do you think we can kiss, Mr. Wen?” you asked.
Jun stilled. Palms sweating, there was a moment where he swore his heart stopped, before he remembered how to breathe and regain all brain-control functions again. It might be what people call ‘skipping a beat’ meets ‘brain freeze’. “What?” he basically mumbled, unable to talk very loud, but you heard.
“We’re the only ones with no date,” you told him. “Everyone’s partnered up.” It was true, even people without dates had struck up deals for a new year’s kiss.
“It–it’s just not a good idea,” Jun stuttered.
“It’s a kiss for luck!” Every step you took towards him, Jun stepped back from you until his back hit a desk. Pouting, you add: “I want to have lots of luck next year.”
You must have had a lot of those schnapps and shots from the reception, Jun concludes, but too late: right after he takes the steps backwards, you had pulled him towards you by his tie. Hungry eyes, if he’d ever seen any. “Y/n,” he breathed out against your lips, which came close to him with every passing second, “we can’t.” You pull him in even closer, controlling him by the tie.
You do whatever the fuck you want when you’re drunk, Jun concludes. But it’s setting him into a full-blown panic. “Y–Y/n.”
The countdown starts, and you’re right—everyone’s gathered at the high-rise windows, looking at the parade under the office. No one’s looking back at you, and even if they were, they wouldn’t be able to tell who you were from the mere blue silhouettes of your bodies. At best, they’d just be able to see his white shirt. His entire body shrouded you.
Three!
You’re in every single part of Jun’s senses. He can smell you wearing the perfume he gave you, he can hear the low hum of your breath in his ears, he sees you, he sees the flimsy little dress with the spaghetti straps that keep dropping down to reveal more and more, he just…
Two!
He just has to taste you.
One!
He’s the one that takes the step to meet your lips, and now you’re kissing. You taste like soft cream and feel like good sleep. His tongue darts out, and you welcome it in your mouth.
Jun let out what he thinks is a sigh, but really was more of a moan, a sound that went unsuppressably past his throat and vibrated across your tongue. He thought you looked killer, the spaghetti straps of your dress would sometimes fall just a bit that he could see so much… flesh… from the side, but he won’t think about it, he won’t even look, he won’t be that pervert, the older guy that wants what he can’t have because you’re too shiny and spectacular and just the personification of a starry night, especially in this dress—and he can’t have you! He needed to get that through his head.
You had a boyfriend, you were literally about to go clubbing with him, you were taken, so what was he doing, what was he doing?
When he’s panting post-kiss, he doesn’t know if it’s the kissing making him breathless, or if it’s all his thoughts tiring him out.
“Wanna continue this?” you whispered to him, eyelashes hooding your expression. Jun doesn’t understand why you’d want to—yes, he wants to, but why do you—?
But he nods. He’s the one that grabs your hand, and walks over to his office, and you’re following him. Every time he told himself this was it and there’s no way you’d go further, you do. What the fuck.
The office is almost unrecognizable in the dark, with only the fireworks outside to light it up. You locked the door, and he realizes it hadn’t even crossed his mind.
You push him against the window, and for a second you looked over his shoulder at all the fireworks. He watches them reflect in your eyes, and the sight of you is just haunting.
And then you’re kissing him, his hands are on you again, this time peeling the spaghetti straps off, feeling your bare shoulders, just the feeling of your skin—he hadn’t been with anyone in a long, long time, too busy with his son or work, and to finally have this–with the person he’d been pining for so long…
He almost rips the dress off you, but restrains himself. Your lips feel soft and healing against his own, and then they’re on his neck. He doesn’t even stop you to tell you you can’t leave hickeys–it doesn’t even occur to him. His nose is just buried in your hair, as you trail kisses down his chest—when did you even undo the buttons?—and, when he messes with the straps of your dress again, it just drops to the floor at your feet.
He doesn’t even have the chance to take your form in, in just your strapless bra and panties. You’re rubbing him over his pants, and he’s hard, he wants it, yes, but he’s also dead sober and he couldn’t even stay drunk on you that long.
“Wait,” Jun says, holding up his hand, perhaps to keep some distance from you. “You’re drunk, we can’t go that far.”
With a lick of your lips, you’re undoing his belt and flinging it over your shoulder. When you can’t kiss him the way you wanted, you simply pull him by the tie so he’s on top of you, pinning you down on his desk. You want to kiss, you want his hands on you again, but he’s hesitant, only coming where you pull him.
“Y/n,” he gasped. “Y/n, please—this is a lawsuit.”
You giggled. “I’ll sign an NDA, if you want.”
Jun sighed, heavily breathing. “That’s not the problem.”
But he wants you, and if you want him now, there isn't a choice but to give in. Your naked legs wrap around his waist, and he just trails his hands down them, until they reach your heel-clad feet. It’s so hot, the way he’s allowed you to entrap him.
Jun is fervently kissing down your chest, your bra pulled down, as he enters you. He’s so hard, so bothered, and wet with precum. So hot it could sizzle. You throw your head back and let out a pornographic moan, but he cups his hand over your mouth, wordlessly reminding you that you were only a wall separated from a whole party of people.
Jun hadn’t been this way with anyone in a long time. There had been dates from time to time, but never with someone he actually truly liked. Trembling, his hips stutter, so does his lips, which are moaning your name. He tries to be as quiet and composed as he could, but he feels like he might let the loudest grunt, alerting everyone outside. He bites down on his lip.
He hadn’t been doing this in a while. This makes him impossibly sensitive, and he might release, even if it’s just too soon. You sense it in the stutter of his thrusts and immediately slip off him, and he’s glad, because he knows he can’t cum inside you, but also it was embarrassing to have to tell you. You kneel in front of him, open-mouthed, and he could spasm from the mere sight, before you take him in your hands.
Jun hisses sharply. “Do you see how it’s so white, you were so wet around me—” He interrupts himself with a sharp inhale.
But you’re going slowly, as if you were inexperienced with your tongue, or just wanted to drag the torture out for him. Jun’s hand grip at the table behind him.
“Please,” he moaned. “It hurts.” When he reaches out to touch you it’s fervent, hot. You’re the only thing in the world that could ease the pain and quench the thirst. His hands wrap around your hair, although to him it’s more like you hair had come alive and entangled themselves all over his digits. Your mouth feels so—fuck!
He’s cumming down your throat. Jun whimpered as the sensation of you never truly left him, you take care of him. Until the last of it spills onto the carpet. And he’s just watching you through his eyelashes, tired and giddy. He speaks your name.
You look up for a moment, before your gaze turns towards the door. Someone else was calling your name.
“It’s Arin,” you observe carefully. “You should count to like, three minutes before you come out, maybe more. I’ll go first, okay?”
He wondered if you’ve done these things before, as you strutted outside. The lights were back on outside in the hallway, and he shrouded himself in the shadows, feeling embarrassed but not ashamed.
When he exits the office later, locking the door behind him, there’s a man at your desk, figure defined by a dark puffer coat over a pastel hoodie. “Sorry I missed the kiss,” he was saying.
“I got kissed already,” you told him, avoiding eye-contact.
Guanhang didn’t believe you one bit, especially when you couldn’t meet him in the eye. “Yeah?” he says. “Who was it?”
“Arin,” you say plainly. Guanhang laughs. He grabs your hand.
“Wanna go watch the parade? I’ll put you on my shoulders and everything.” He looked past you, and sees Jun, and offers a tight-lipped smile. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your boss?”
“I don’t see why you’d need to, you’re just some guy I live with, right?”
You grabbed your handbag and strutted towards the elevator, but later Jun hears that Guanhang did put you on his shoulder to see the rest of the parade.
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The second of January and business is back, you sit down at your desk after an uncomfortable subway ride and check a day’s worth of missed emails. When Jun comes to work, finally, you offer a smile, but don’t meet him in the eyes. He wasn’t looking at you, either.
“Good morning,” he basically grunted, clearing his throat. He knew it was impersonal, but he didn’t want to say your name, because whenever he spoke your name there was an embarrassing adoration in his voice.
“I’ll get you your coffee,” you told Jun.
You’re beating yourself up while waiting for the order, and you pull out your phone. These were words you couldn’t literally say to him, but on text you felt brave, hiding behind a screen. Not having to read his expressions.
You: hi, i just wanted to tell you…
It’s immediately read, although he doesn’t reply. He's waiting for you.
You: if you can just forget everything! It would be cool
You: what happened that night, I mean
You: I can’t be doing this, I have a boyfriend
Mr. Wen: we can do that.
Mr. Wen: i’m sorry, by the way
You: don’t be.
You: I liked it
Jun tries to forget.
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A few days after New Year’s was Jun’s European business trip, and you were glad you wouldn’t have to see him after all. And yet, sitting at your desk two feet away from the office where it all happened made you feel weird. As all your drunk escapades make you feel.
He’d been gone since Monday, and was due back today, to land in the evening. But as you check in with him, you find out his flight’s been delayed.
“There’s engine issues,” he told you. “I don’t know, fingers crossed I make it in time before Hao’s bedtime.”
But an hour later he called you in a panic. “Y/n, fuck—what do I—I don’t even—” When you ask him to tell you, slowly, he tries to calm down. “The babysitter! I told them my flight’s delayed, and she can’t stay all night—I don’t think my plane will land until dawn. Now she’s mad I’m demanding too many hours, because she stayed all night on New Year’s, too…”
You cringed, thinking about New Year’s night.
“I don’t know what to do, can you go to my apartment? I already called Seungkwan, and then I tried Joshua, but—”
“Of course I’ll do it!” you interrupt. “You can’t call your friends, they’re busy men… I’ve got nothing going on, it’s fine. I’ll go.”
Jun sighed in relief. “You sure?”
You looked over at the make-shift dining room table in your apartment. Guanhang promised to be home for dinner, but he hadn’t come home at all. “Yeah,” you told him. “Just try to have a safe flight, okay?”
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Hao’s crying, and the babysitter is panicking when you come into the apartment. You quickly explain the situation to her, and she’s soon excused, leaving you and the sobbing boy alone, but at least seeing you, who he associated with his dad, calmed him down a little.
“Your dad’s at the airport,” you explain to the little boy patiently. “You remember airports, right? You’ve been there with daddy?”
He pulls out a plane and asks if Jun is in a similar one, and you answer yes.
“But papa’s always here when I go to sleep,” Hao whined. “And I need someone to watch my back, so the monsters don’t creep up.”
“Do you want me to put you to sleep?” you asked. “Hey, why don’t we sleep in the master bedroom, huh? So you can surprise daddy when he’s home.”
Jun’s giant apartment actually had an office and three bedrooms, but the master bedroom was his, the other was Hao’s—with a little kid-sized bed—and he turned the third bedroom into a playroom, so guests were never expected. You decided once you put Hao to bed, you would go sleep on the couch in the living room, wake up and go home once Jun’s home, you get a day off, anyway.
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Jun took a taxi back home. The sun wouldn’t rise for hours. He’d been microdosing on first-class flight champagne all night, and it only made him feel sleepy and unsharp. Plus, he’d been up for an entire day.
He’s stumbling into his apartment, not even taking his shoes off—if he sat down to do it, he’d fall asleep immediately—and only takes them off when he’s in his bedroom. He hears Hao’s little breaths and sniffles, and concludes he’s in his bed.
But when he turns to finally look, you’re there, too, lying on the blankets, not under them. You must have fallen asleep putting Hao to sleep…
Jun tucks you into bed, intending to keep you and Hao there and sleep in the living room, but he can’t deny the welcoming pliability of his bed, so he would just rest his head, on the familiar navy pillows, just a blink, just to shut his eyes…
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When you wake up, it's because there’s something in your hand. You blink the sleep out of your eyes, to see that you were holding onto Jun’s hand, held over his sleeping son’s chest.
You flinch away, and with the rustle of the bedsheets, he’s awake.
You’d been sleeping, forehead to forehead and holding hands over the sleeping boy, like you were a family.
You murmur your apologies. He excuses you, and tells you you can keep sleeping for a bit, he’s going to take a shower anyway, he’ll make you and Hao breakfast and then you could leave.
You’re having this whole conversation still lying on the bed like a mom and dad, and he reached over, patting your head. Your hair’s messy, and still had clips in it, never having taken them off. He pets you as if you were something beloved—but you pulled away. Cleared your throat. “Um. You should go shower.”
He’s so tired he doesn’t even know what he’s doing, whole body running on autopilot until he wakes up watching the steam rise out of the showerhead. Jun lets the warm water rush all over his body, pitter-pattering over his closed eyelids and down his broad shoulder. He sighed. He’s travel-weary, and jetlagged, and everything sucked. And he was embarrassed, because of the way you had flinched away from his touch…
Suddenly he heard footsteps outside the bathroom, and despite the sounds of the water, he heard everything (damn you, expensive rich-people shower!).
“I was home until 10, and you’re the one that didn’t come home!” He realized you were screaming, and you were near the bathroom because you had to scream—it was the farthest from where Hao was sleeping, so a blindspot.
“Heng, I had work!”
“Don’t give me that work bullshit, how is there work at fucking midnight?!” Damn. He could hear it despite the call not being on speaker, and also through the sounds of the water. Guanhang could yell, for sure.
“There just was! I’m an assistant–I’m sorry, alright, I’m sorry! I tried to call you last night—”
“Stop fucking calling me, then, fucking leave me alone!” You went quiet, which made Guanhang snap: “why aren’t you saying anything?!”
Jun hears you groan. He tries to tune it out, until at one point he can’t hear anything anymore. It must be over. Hao must still be asleep, although he bets not for long. Jun weighs his options, what he could make for breakfast for the three of you. He lets the warmth of the shower and the prospect of good food lull him into a another open-eyed nap.
Your whereabouts in the house were unknown to him, until he sees your figure enter the bathroom, through steam-mist shrouded silhouettes. He doesn’t say anything, letting you get ready on your own for the day—but you open the door to the shower.
Jun basically jumps back, but sees that now you’re in your tank top, the one you wore under your sweater, and… panties. His eyes don’t linger that long there.
“I wanted to shower, too,” you told him. He doesn’t say anything, half in shock, still tired. But he does watch everything, the way you peeled the pieces of clothing off of you so slowly, and then, under his gaze, felt strange and so cover your breasts with your arms. You look like a pin-up girl, which makes his brain chemistry go woah. You join him under the water, looking as if you didn’t even realize he was there, focused on wetting all of your hair, with closed eyes concentrated on the feeling of the water.
Can he touch you? Jun decided not to bet on it, and leaned back, watching you, dazed. He didn’t even understand what was happening.
You pull him in by the back of his hair, making him lean down to kiss you. As soon as that awkward seal broke, Jun’s on your skin, kissing your naked chest, trying to cover more ground than the water does. But you need his lips on your own, stat, so you yank his head up with a sharp, painful pull of his hair. He winces, but finds he likes the pain—like your coffee, everything you give him is sweet.
“This time you can cum inside of me,” you say raspily against his ears, which makes him feral, turning you around and pressing you up against the glass walls of the shower. He lets out a low growl, reminiscent of his days as a bachelor, before his ex, before Hao. He felt like he was just dripping in that youth again, being inside of you.
It doesn’t occur to him how weird it was. Why would you not even let him pat you on the head, but kiss him naked in the shower? Of course, he came to a conclusive construct in the end: Guanhang. Every time your own boyfriend disappointed you, you came to him.
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The next morning, right before he set out to drive to work, came the text:
(2) New messages from Y/N
Forget about yesterday, please
I feel really bad. We shouldn’t have.
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Jun would wait. Until Guanhang makes you feel unneeded again, he would wait. He didn’t see it as taking advantage of your sadness—in fact, it was a sadness mutualism. He was there for you when you felt down, and he… Well, he was always sad. You made it worse when you left, but when you were around it felt like heaven.
Guanhang spends nights out, and you wanted to limit your meetings with Jun to just that, but sometimes, you’d take his car to his apartment, fuck, and then he’d drop you off, right before Guanhang comes home from work or whatever he does. You never get caught—Guanhang doesn’t expect you back so quickly. There were nights you spent completely at his apartment, where you’d talk more than you’d fuck, and also play house with Hao, like a little family, and Jun’s never had that, that he begins to actually fool himself. He knows it’s insane, of course, but sometimes between sleepover nights and making you breakfast, he wishes you were Hao’s mom. He thought he’d given up on that a long time ago, but you made him revisit what it feels like to be young and in love.
At the office, you act naturally. You never even show half a glimmer of interest in him, you do your job. No one catches on. Your acting was genuinely convincing, that he’d wonder if you even liked him at all, but once work is over and he’s driving you back, you’re all over him.
He knows, of course, that it all depended on Guanhang, agonizingly so—you only paid attention to Jun when Guanhang wasn’t paying attention to you. And sometimes Jun gave you presents here and there, shopping trips and premium subscriptions—and one time you wanted to give Guanhang a video game as a present, so you siphoned off Jun’s money for that. He knows it’s wrong, you’re stringing him along, but sometimes he knew no better. He chose to know no better.
“She’s just a user,” Minghao told Jun when he finally admitted to it. “If she only comes to you when her boyfriend has off-days, I’m sorry, she’s a user. Nothing more to it.”
Jun knew you didn’t love him, of course, but it’s hard to imagine you completely indifferent to him. You were nice when you’re together.
“Either way,” Minghao says, “It’s a dangerous game. What if she extorts you?”
“She wouldn’t!”
“She has a boyfriend, what if he finds out and blackmails you?!”
Jun admitted to the possibility, but told Minghao not to worry. He was willing to go down for you, although he didn’t dare admit it to his friends.
But Jun let you in every time you knocked, until you became as familiar to him as the back of his hand.
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“I’m taking Tuesday afternoon off,” Jun says as he lazily thrusts into you, “We’re trying to get Hao into one of those high-end nursery schools, next year.” He moved in you, and it’s tight and wet, but for you it just feels full, with no movement. You feel a little crazy.
If you weren’t trying so hard to cum, maybe you could have made a joke about how high-end nursery schools can be. But you just nod, peeking at him through scrunched eyes. “Uh-huh!” you squeaked. He’s moving again, and you throw your head back and moan.
“I think I’ll need you there,” Jun says. “I mean, I’ll need to look important and be hands-on, it’s nice to have an assistant there.”
You shiver around his cock, he’s moving but only minimally, and you need the full violent, bottom-out-and-thrusting-in action. You whine.
“Y/n? Are you getting this? I’ll meet you at the office, alright?”
You simply groan, pushing him back and trying to find… whatever was the pussy equivalent of ‘footing’. You try to gain leverage on the desk behind you and bounce, fucking yourself on his cock, and it’s still not enough.
Jun laughs. You are not getting it. You’re basically going feral from the withheld orgasm. Giving you what you wanted, he goes faster, and you nearly scream, gripping onto his white oxford in bunches, lewdly bouncing on his cock. “Want me to touch you?” he questioned, and you nod vehemently. “Yes, yes, yes, yes—”
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There must be like 20 kids running around at this party. (“oh my god, triplets!” you whispered to Jun as you first stepped into the garden) Hao’s shy, and wants his father to carry him, preferably back into the car, but Jun refuses, making him walk. He doesn’t cry to protest, which is what you love so much about Hao. “Go play with Hoon,” Jun suggests, dropping to his knees to talk to his son. He pointed the familiar little face out. “Go on, make new friends!”
“He’s a bit like you,” you told Jun as Hao wandered off into the playpens.
Jun turned to you, curious. “How so?”
“He’s shy, but… he makes it work.” You’re back on your phone again, double-checking your boss’s schedule, checking all mail, confirming meeting times and topics. Jun waits for you on a bench until he couldn’t anymore.
He snatches the phone from you. “Work later,” he says. “I’m just like Hao, and I need you to be tailing me at all times so I can have a sense of security.”
“A false sense of security,” you say. “Wait, security from what?”
“The parents’ committee…”
So you’re the one that meets the fear-striking bunch of parents, rich trust fund kids breeding more trust fund kids, whose only purpose was to take care of their children. They might be problematically prideful and impossibly picky, but they made up for it by having an overly welcome demeanor. The triplets’ mother led the committee and also the waitlist to the nursery school, and as you pointed Hao out to her, she gushed over how cute the little guy was. Jun stands demurely behind you, not even accepting the compliment himself.
“He really is a sweet boy,” says the woman, “well it’s no wonder, when his parents are so cute!”
Jun looked at you, wanting to cut in, but he never speaks soon enough, and you’re the one that goes: “thank you!” with a grin. He doesn’t say anything anymore after that.
It’s winter, and when the party’s over the sun had set. Hao’s extra tired, from climbing up walls and running around with the other kids. When you look back at him, a few minutes after having strapped him into his little child seat, he’s out like a light. “He’s kaputt,” you informed Jun.
“Yeah?” He smiled. “Good… hey, I mean, when they thought you were his mom—”
“I hope you don’t mind!” you say. “I just… didn’t want to go through the whole I’m-actually-his-assitant and then they ask where the mom is and then the whole divorce story…”
“I’m actually grateful.” Jun’s lips are tightened but upturned in a little :] smile. “I… never like talking about his mom.” You nodded. After a few minutes of silence, he goes: “well, I mean, if they ask next time where his mom is, and you’re not there…”
“Of course I’ll be there!” you put a hand over his thigh, and squeeze. “Maybe you can keep saying that, I’m gonna be with you guys for a while, aren’t I?”
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Jun’s the one that carries his son out of the car and into the apartment, and you follow him upstairs—he promised to make you dinner. As you get into the elevator, you text Guanhang you’ll be eating somewhere else, if he cares.
Guanhang: Where? Maybe I can join you
You: just somewhere with the girls from the office :) girls’ night?
You look up from your phone as little Hao wakes up, cheeks puffy against Jun’s shoulder. “Y/n,” he says sleepily.
“Hey, little guy. We’re home.”
“You’re home,” Hao says with a yawn, and maybe he just said it because he was half-asleep, but you stop in your tracks. You realize you’d been spending more time at your boss’s house than you do in Guanhang’s apartment.
You ran Hao a bath, and you and Jun bathed the little guy together, complete with bathbombs and bath toys. There’s sand from the garden everywhere in his scalp, which you patiently wash off.
“I want Y/n to be my mommy,” Hao says as you gently wet his hair, occasionally dunking him, which he’s patient to.
You let out a laugh, it was just awkward and you didn’t know what to say, how to parent.
You’re not the parent though, and Jun took the little boy into his arms, growing sterner. “Hey, you don’t say things like that, okay?”
“Why not?” the little boy pondered.
“Well, because she’s still young and she might not like—I mean, son, listen, motherhood—I mean, it’s just—you’re cute, don’t worry, you’re the cutest thing ever, but—you can’t just say that to everybody you like!”
“I don’t say it about everybody,” Hao says. “I just say it about y/n!”
You offer a tight-lipped smile, and Hao’s still not done: “I looove y/n. I like her more than mama. Mama’s mama, and Y/n is mommy!”
“I didn’t teach him that,” Jun says quietly. “I swear, I did not teach him that.”
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Later when he sends you home, he’s still apologizing profusely. And then, he lights up with a smile. “It’s good he likes you, isn’t it?”
You shrugged. “I mean… yeah. I like that Hao likes me, it’s part of my job.”
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Jun presented a little promise ring, a silver band encrusted with diamonds. Minghao sighs. “You cannot be…”
“It’s for Y/n!”
“I thought she wanted no strings attached?” probed Minghao.
Jun frowned, thinking deeply about it. “But…” he sounded as innocent as his own son as he said it, “we’ve come far enough that we can define our relationship. You don’t know what she told me.”
“What?”
“She said, she’ll be here with me and Hao. For a long time.”
“Jun,” Minghao says, sighing, “don’t… don’t do this to yourself or little Hao. Don’t play with someone that obviously doesn’t care about your feelings.”
“I don’t know, Minghao,” Jun sighed. “I think this might be it. I feel like she could… be in my life. Permanently.”
“She’s a user!” Minghao pointed out. “If she comes to you whenever her boyfriend lets her down, and takes advantage of you and your money because you’re needy with a kid, she’s a bad person.”
“She’s never asked for anything from me,” Jun says sadly. “I think you’re wrong.”
“She never denies your gifts, either.”
“Why would she refuse something I’ve already bought her?”
Minghao groans, head in his hands, his friend was not getting it—he’s just not getting it! “Listen,” he told Jun, “you are not asking someone that flaky for a real relationship. You won’t like what you get.”
“Why—”
“She’s still living with a guy!”
“You’re right,” Jun says. He sinks back down into his chair. “I’ll just ask her to move out, first.”
Minghao throws his hands up in the air and lets out the most strangled groan he’s ever made his entire life.
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Jun can’t pop the question. It’s hard to just ask someone about their lovelife, even someone he considers to be as close as you. Of course he, with his small circle and busy life, thought you were close, and you knew everything about his life, but did you consider the same of him? He didn’t even know so much about you.
Plus, you never talk about your feelings. The only time you’d ever come close to that were the times where you talked about Guanhang, times when he eavesdropped, just to know what it’s like to be someone you loved, except it wasn’t him, and he could never imagine it being him.
So he thinks that’s where he should start: Guanhang. If you loved him, then you must hang onto him, and if he gets a straight answer about it then he’ll stop the pining. Plus, it would mean he has no chance.
He picked an evening where you were in your feelings. The sky’s a certain shade of blue, from all the citylights polluting the darkness, and it would never dim; you rolled down your side window and stared out, sometimes enjoying the velocity breeze but he just kept getting stuck in traffic, so the car was often still. “Y/n,” he says quietly, voice almost blending in with sounds of the city, “how’s Guanhang?”
“Oh, you mean the guy I live with?” you snort. You rolled your window up so you could hear him better. “He’s fine. Now that he’s taken up a second job we have less time to fight.”
“Do you love him?”
You gasp. “What?”
“Do you even believe in love?” Jun wondered. “I feel like you don’t really act that way.”
“I didn’t use to,” you answered honestly. You sounded so wise to him, he’d never heard you this way before. “But… one day, you know, Guanhang works at a studio, and I listened to one of the stuff he produced—there were like, 30 guys singing on a backtrack, but I knew immediately when his voice was in it. I could just recognize it.”
Jun’s heart clenched in his chest, and if he weren’t driving he’d double over. He hadn’t had his heart broken in so long… not since his broken engagement.
“And,” you say, “one night, Guanhang ‘borrowed’ his friend’s car and we went out of the city, to stargaze. We just had the radio to listen to, so we spent the entire ride driving past the suburbs screaming the lyrics to every song we knew. It was like a competition—and then, at one point, I stopped screaming. I just listened to him. I realized then that’s what love is? If that makes sense? Love is shutting up while you’re singing in the car because you want to hear their voice. And that’s the day I said it. ‘I love you.’ I’ve never said it to anybody before in my life.”
You looked over at Jun. “But now he’s just some guy I live with.”
Well, that wasn’t a straight answer. But he knew he could never ask you now. Guanhang was someone you’d always want to hang onto. With his ex, it had been black-and-white, she didn’t want him and he gave up. But Guanhang was always going to string you along, and he… knew he couldn’t compete. He’d never felt good enough for love, ever since his ex and the wedding debacle.
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There’s a letter of resignation on his desk, a few days after that night. You had been growing cold towards him, nights where you slept over grew seldom and seldom until you just stopped. But you give him his coffee every day still, perfectly, even, without spillage, and it always tastes just as sweet, as sweet as only you could make it.
So it’s a shock to him as he read the letter, right in front of your eyes. “Why?” he demanded. He got so fired up he started speaking mandarin. “Wèishéme?!”
“I just…” you say, blinking tears away, “I just can’t do this anymore, and seeing you every day at work like we aren’t something is just...”
“Is it Guanhang?” he demanded.
“No,” you say. “No, I just… I just want positions I deserve. And I feel like I got here because… you liked me.”
“You’re here because I like the way you work,” Jun insisted. You don’t believe him. “No, I—I had this assistant that would color-code everything with custom stickers, but they were all pastel and I basically turned colorblind trying to read them, I had another guy assistant that kept asking questions and making me confirm everything myself, I had this other intern, right before you, that took pictures of me and Hao because he wanted to put it on his blog—Y/n, you’re great. I like that you don’t overcomplicate your systems, you sometimes spill things and trip and fall, but I don’t mind. It’s small flaws I never even saw—I didn’t hire you because of some… sexual ulterior motive. I like you. I like the way you work first, and then I just… fell for the rest of you.”
You looked conflicted, you watch him through your eyelashes. “I want to transfer,” you say, resolute but soft enough. “To Mr. Choi’s company—you know I’m more into that line of work, it’s what I studied. I just think a position there might be better.”
Jun tries to convince you to stay, but he was never a believer in his own self.
You leave, two months later, after treating him just like a stranger whose schedule was the only thing you knew about him.
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Jun still has the promise ring, and it’s always somewhere in his pocket, although he hopes that one day he could just lose it, more or less accidentally, but the little velvet box always stayed somewhere in the pockets of his coats or trousers. He didn’t even know why it mattered to him, it’s not like you’d even touched it in your entire life. And yet… when he holds it in his hands, it feels to him like that sweet daydream that never became reality—he never got to touch it, but still, it’s so vivid.
Hao keeps asking why you’re not around, and Jun never knows how to answer. He explains the concept of resignation to the little boy, patiently, and Hao sort of begins to get it.
“So Y/n’s somewhere? In this city? And we just can’t see her?”
It’s supposed to be spring, but the wind still blows harsh and northern like the middle of winter, and it reminds him of you, because all the months you’d worked for him were so cold. He remembers you in your little trenchcoats and woolen things, trying to text with a smart glove on…
“Do you want to see her?” Jun asked Hao. “Maybe we just pay a little visit, for the last time?”
So him and his son are parked in front of the complex he always dropped you off, and he presses the bell for 3A, which you shared with Guanhang. When it buzzes in, Jun takes the little boy on his shoulders.
Guanhang’s waiting at the door, not knowing what he’s being visited for. “We just wanted to see Y/n,” Jun says, awkward because that was his rival he was talking to. “The little guy missed him, is it okay if he—”
“Y/n moved out,” Guanhang says plainly. “A month ago.”
But that was when you resigned. “Do you—know where?”
“That receptionist friend she had,” Guanhang says. “Moved in with her. I don’t fucking know. Don’t look at me like that, I tried to make her stay, too.” The door slams.
Jun calls the personnel office in his car with the engine on, as Hao swings his little legs on the seat. This was a revelation to him—you ended it with Guanhang, and even with him, and everything’s just so clear to Jun, now: you wanted things you deserved. You were starting over. You wanted to work for things yourself. He just wanted you back in his life, he wasn’t bad for you, he would prove it.
The phone comes through. “Hey! Good evening, it’s Jun—I just need to know where Choi Arin lives.”
“For something good, like a bonus, I hope,” replies the man working at the office.
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Arin lives in another complex, closer to work this time. The apartment was on the third floor, and Jun climbed the stairs with Hao on his shoulders, once again, only for Arin to come out and tell him you didn’t live there anymore.
“It was just temporary,” she said. “She wanted a real place she could rent—I think Mr. Jo from security hooked her up with a free space in his flat.”
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“Hey, Jun again… could you give me the address of Jo from security?”
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He doesn’t know which floor you lived on, or even which side of the terrace. He tries door after door, and nice ladies here and there wanted to accompany him for the rest of the search. Then another man wants to see it through, too, and Jun entrusts that his son was grabbing the tail of his coat at all times, following him.
He’s gathered a bunch of people following him when he arrives at the new side of the terrance. He almost loses the motivation to go around asking a whole neighborhood if they knew you, when…
He could hear music, faintly coming from a ground-floor window. He followed it, knowing the melody well—you would hum it all the time, it was your favorite.
He knocks on the door it leads him to.
You come out with a bowed head, and you’re more beautiful than he remembers, although you looked even more tired. If you were living here but working at Seungcheol’s company, you must be waking up so early just to make it there at 9 a.m. Jun reaches out to touch you, as if he had been fooled and you’re just a mirage.
“Y/n!”
You extend your arms to the little boy, and he climbs up. Your laughter is light. “Hao! What are you guys—Jun? What is this?”
He doesn’t know how to start this. He fumbled around with the pockets of his paddington coat, and there were just too many pockets. After going through each of six pockets twice and coming up with just stray used tissues and car keys, he checks his pants, and there it was. He pulls out the little velvet box; a bunch of people gasp. You just mumble, “he wouldn’t.” But you don’t know if he would.
But there is a ring, although at closer inspection you notice it’s not for engagements. A simple promise ring, which you putt out to inspect, and ‘1.1. 00:00’ is engraved on the inside.
Your first kiss. You look up at him, and just when you’re about to speak, Mini-Wen wraps his arms around you. “Missed you, Y/n.”
“Y/n,” Jun starts, “I just—I—I wanted to ask you to be mine. But I was just—I was just afraid. I’ve had this phobia against relationships ever since Hao’s mom left me, and…” (the crowd ‘aww’ed) “I was afraid of getting close to someone again, if they might break my heart, and well, you did–you did, you left. But… I found out it doesn’t even matter. I’m happy to be loving you and getting my heart broken by you. I think you’ve got your fair share of broken hearts, too, but if you trust me—” you’re looking up at him with a brand new look in your eyes. He falters, splutters, as he always did when you look at him. “I can promise you I’ll always be here for you. I’ll keep your place for you, I’ll always protect you, I’ll—”
With Hao still in your arms, you step in and kiss Jun. For a second he forgets to close his eyes, and he just watches you, lips sinking into his. He knows exactly what he feels for you, except he’s just too scared to say what it is.
“Did my speech move you into kissing me?” He murmured against your lips.
“No, but there’s just too many people watching I felt the need to perform.”
Hao plants a kiss on your cheek, and suddenly you and Jun are kissing him back, on each cheek—Jun had imagined showing his son love with this, but it was only you that made it possible.
He brings you and Hao closer into him, warm and padded inside his coat.
“I think I was too preoccupied to tell you on New Year’s,” Jun says. “I hope you have a good year, Y/n.”
Aemond Targaryen x princess!reader (Dark!themes)
Summary: Aemond has finally healed so the plans to take control of Westeros begin.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, lactation kink, squirting, soft daddy Aemond
WC: 2250
Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen || Part Sixteen || Part Seventeen || Part Eighteen || Part Nineteen || Part Twenty ||
It was not the next night either.
In fact, Aemond spent many nights just watching his daughter sleep, the act still so precious that he savoured every moment. When he wasn’t engrossed with her presence, he was training to regain the muscle mass he had lost during his time in captivity. After each session with Ser Negan he would return sweat-drenched and breathless but his recovery was quicker each day.
Not even two full moon cycles after his arrival back in Scythe, Aemond bested Ser Negan and then each of his contenders that followed. The soldiers had chanted his name as they beat their swords on their shields and Aemond had closed his eye as he savoured the sense of belonging. He was ready to do what he needed to.
You rushed through the halls above the training yard as Aemond’s name reached you and you stuck your head through an arched window, adding your name to the raucous. Though it should have been swallowed by the soldier’s chant, Aemond turned and followed the sound that called to him and found you waving desperately for him. Fear flared in his eye before he sprinted for the stairs, sword at the ready as he reached you.
His eye darted around the hall searching for what had your eyes wide and your chest heaving and he did not move until you placed a hand on his, dragging the sword in his hands down. “There’s no enemy,” you said as you guided the sword into its scabbard. “You’re needed in the nursery.”
Aemond frowned, wondering what could require his presence. He could not feed Aedira and though he could gut a man from neck to navel, he could not stomach the change of diaper. “What is wrong?”
“The egg, Aemond!”
He took off faster than you could blink and you raced to catch up, just seeing the tail of his cloak slip into the nursery as you rounded the last corner. The breath in his lungs froze as he looked into the crib and expected to find the egg turned to stone. He could remember the bitter disappointment of being reminded his own egg had turned to stone rather than hatch and he did not want that for his daughter, but that was not what he found.
Nessa was clutching Aedira to her chest on the far side of the room, the nursemaid's eyes unblinking as she stared at the crib. “It’s a…it’s a…”
“Dragon,” Aemond stated as he turned back to the grey dragon with black wings unfurling from the shattered egg. Though it did not have as many spikes along its ridge, there was a perfect ring atop its head - almost like a crown. He had just reached into the crib when you arrived, running his fingers over the soft body and plucking some of the shell from its wings. “It will not hurt Aedira.”
“Are you sure?” you asked as you reached Aemond’s side and watched him pet the baby dragon.
“The spikes and scales don’t begin to harden until they are older.”
You nodded your head to Nessa and she reluctantly carried Aedira back to her bed that had been cleared of the shell. If Aemond had any doubt with his daughter’s safety he would not allow her back in the crib but he was relaxed and grinning as he took Aedira from Nessa and placed her onto the mattress.
“Kilexys,” Aemond murmured as he gently moved the dragon closer to Aedira and it curled up at her feet with a yawn. “A strong name for a strong dragon.”
Aedira barely stirred that night as she slumbered with her dragon, Kilexys, the two bonding just as Aemond said they would.
“It’s time, isn’t it?” you asked as you slipped into bed beside your husband and turned to face him. “I can feel it.”
“We will need the dragon keepers soon,” he said with a small nod. “Dragon’s are not easy to raise or train, even with the right facilities which we do not have here.”
He opened his arm and you slipped into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder as you traced his many scars with your fingertips. Many would look upon his body with fear or distaste but you saw the beauty in the scars, each was a testament to his strength and ability to survive whatever he faced. They were a map of the battles he had fought, even the ones that you had given him.
“Our armies have been gathering strength for many, many years and they have been scattered across all of Scythe so that no enemy could know our true numbers. Since the Doom of Valyria there have been prophecies of Scythian descendents sitting upon the Iron Throne, and we have been prepared.” Your hand traced the bumps on his ribs where the broken bones had healed unset. “I could never have foreseen that the very same army would be led with a Targaryen at my side.”
“You almost sound disappointed, princess,” Aemond said with a chuckle. “We can fight one another if it pleases you.” Your lips curled up with a dark smile and he pushed you onto your back, rolling over so you were pinned beneath his body. “But I don’t think it's a fight that you want right now.”
“I want you, in every way possible.”
He rolled his hips and you moaned at the feel of his cock pressing to your entrance. Your fingers combed through his hair that was slowly growing, reaching just below his ears, and you tugged at the strands until his lips parted with a heady sigh. You traced the shape of his lips with your thumb, amazed at how soft and pink they were before looking higher and seeing your broken reflection in the cracked sapphire that he refused to replace.
It too was a permanent reminder for him, of all that he lost and what he refuses to ever lose again. It was his promise to you and Aedira, he would not forget and he would never abandon you again.
Dropping his forehead to yours he shared the same breath as yours, the life giving air that he needed to survive. “I am yours.”
Your own admission was lost as his cock slipped between your folds and he drove himself home with a hard thrust that had stars dancing across your vision and a cry of delight gasping from your mouth. Your fingers dug into his back, scratching him as they dragged down his spine and gripped the hard flesh of his ass as he moaned.
“Are you taking the tea?” Aemond asked quietly as he kissed the sensitive skin below your ear and you tensed.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he all but purred as he dragged your leg higher over his hip and buried his face in your chest. “I’m not going to be ready to share these again for a long while.”
His lips sealed around your breast and your back arched as he sucked the pebbled nipple into his mouth with a moan. His tongue flicked over the peak sending bolts of lightning straight to your core, clenching it tight around his cock.
Aemond swore as your breast began to ache and your milk dropped, leaking over your skin that he ran his tongue along. “Fuck, tastes so sweet.”
The feral growl that rumbled from deep in his chest left your toes curling and he lost the leash he held on his control. He pulled your legs away from where they were locked around his waist and pushed your knees towards your chest before spreading them wide.
His eye was almost completely black as he watched your pussy stretch around his cock as it disappeared inside you with a wet slap. Your eyes rolled back as each thrust glided his head over the spot that had your breaths shuddering and the pressure in your core building.
You opened your mouth to tell him what you needed but he knew your body as well as you did and he took your hands from where they were twisted in the sheets, placing them on your knees. “Keep them there.”
Your nails dug into your knees as you held them open and trembling as Aemond ran his finger through the glistening arousal that leaked from your cunt. The touch felt amazing but it was nothing to the feeling that exploded when he used his slick fingers to circle your puffy clit.
“Fuck!” you cried out as your eyes screwed shut but Aemond barked an order for you to open them.
“I want to see tears in those pretty eyes when you come, my love.”
Your eyes burned as you fought the urge to close them and you forgot how to breathe as he opened his palm and brought it down sharply over the back of your thigh, his fingers still continuing their delicious assault on your clit. It was too much, he was everywhere and he consumed you.
The pressure in your core exploded with a scream and your orgasm crashed over your entire body with tremors that sent spurts of liquid over Aemond’s lap. His deeply satisfied sound of delight was felt from your head to your toes and he buried himself deep inside, releasing himself within. His pulsing cock sent aftershocks twitching along your legs and he collapsed atop you with a sigh, kissing away the tear that escaped the corner of your eye.
“I love you.”
You weren’t sure who was more surprised by your admission but the catch in his breath and the momentary stillness gave way to a smile that had your heart skipping a beat.
“I know,” he said, kissing the corner of your lip, then the centre, then the other corner before pulling back. “I love you too.”
The air was thick and although nothing had changed with the three words, everything had. “I still hate you.”
His head tipped back with a roar of laughter and he rolled off to gather you in his arms. “Sure you do, princess.”
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You couldn’t remember falling asleep but the warmth that had enveloped you had disappeared and you shivered as you woke, the sky still dark outside. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up in search of Aemond and found him in the chair by the fire that had been stoked back to a warm blaze. It was a common occurrence to find him staring into the flames but his eye was not fixated on the hearth but the babe laying on his bare chest.
Aedira slept soundly with her head resting over Aemond’s heart and her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb. The sight never failed to send your heartbeat into overdrive, especially when you heard the quiet hum of a High Valyrian nursery rhyme from his lips.
“Dōrī sōvegon skoriot se air iksis vasrie, dōrī ivestragī drakarys vūjigon se ñelly, dōrī sōvegon rȳ se ȳrda blēnon, se dōrī deny skoros se prūmia kostagon jaelagon.”
[High Valyrian: Ne’er fly where the air is thin, ne’er let dragon fire kiss the skin, ne’er fly ‘tween the narrow peaks, and ne’er deny what the heart seeks.]
You drew the sheet around your body and rose from the bed, only spotting the small dragon curled up on Aemond’s shoulder as you padded over the cool stone. His head tilted slightly as he heard the swish of the material wrapped over your bare skin but his attention remained on his daughter.
“What is on your mind?” you asked as you brushed back the strands of hair that flopped over his brow.
“What makes you think there is something on my mind?”
You cocked an eyebrow at the deflection and he sighed, pulled you closer with his free hand until you were sitting on his knee. “Something is troubling you.”
“Rhaenys said something before she died, how Westeros wasn’t ready for a Queen to take the throne,” he murmured as he watched Aedira’s back rise and fall with every breath she took. “I can’t help but fear they will never be ready. And what does that mean for her?”
He broke away from her, turning his eye to you and you saw the haunted look that he tried to hide. Cupping his cheeks, you held him and kept him from turning back to the babe that was chest to chest with him. “We will make them ready. What happened to Rhaenyra will not happen to Aedira. The vipers that sat around the council table were unworthy of the power of their position but we will fill those seats with people we trust, those with the vision to see what good can come of a woman in charge. And anyone who dares challenge the throne-”
“Will die by my hand.”
“Or mine.”
He pulled his head from your hands and you let him when he nodded in agreement. “Go back to sleep, my love, dawn will come all too soon and the council will expect to hear our plans.”
You rose from his knee and started to offer the invitation for him to return Aedira to the nursery but the tenderness in his face as he looked upon her was enough to still your tongue. There was violence to come, but for the moment he wanted to cherish the quiet with his daughter. So you let him be, slipping back into the bed alone and watching his lips move with whispers you could not hear.
iwaizumi moves into the province to take care of his sick grandmother. yn makes it her personal vendetta to make the cold-hearted mean-spirited transferee fall for her just because she can. she can't.
“hindi naman mahirap magpaalam, di ba? bakit di mo ginawa? bakit di mo sinabi? bakit di ka nagpaalam? hindi ‘yung ginawa mo ‘kong tanga… iniwan mo ‘ko sa ere.”
or in which y/n navigates through what’s going to happen next after being ghosted by suna rintarou. will she ever get the closure she deserves? or will the both of them get the chance to continue what they started?
contains: college au, angst, fluff, crack, poor executed humor, profanities, alcohol intake + more to be added as the smau continues
DISCLAIMER: i do not own all the pictures posted in here. the images that you will see of the characters are just place holders and it is not meant to describe the reader’s physical appearance, race, or ethnic backgrounds.
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— this is my first time making a smau and an attempt to be a funny one at the please bear with me 😭
— there won’t be any definite posting schedule
— i’ll try to make this as short as possible but we’ll see
— i really hope you guys will enjoy this! to be added to the taglist, send me an ask <3
yn’s group: toni fowler stanners <3 | suna’s group: mga anak ng mafia boss
every tweets from suna’s group will be on dark mode while yn’s will be on light mode. but the messages will be both on light mode.
1. si tendou nalalasing sa san mig light
2. uuwi na si yn?
3. pakidampot tropa niyong ghoster
4. tama ka na arthur nery
5. toni fowlers stanners inuman galore
6. atsumu pa ba? maaasahan talaga
7. sino daw "rin"?
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more to be added soon...
(titles are to subjected to be changed as the smau continues)
ও summary. “I’ve known him since we were kids, and trust me when I say that he’ll fuck you and forget about it.” | wc. 3.5k+
cw/ tw. college au. slightly dark content, obsessive behavior, smoking (although not by the reader), frat parties, dry humping, dubcon, loss of virginity, degradation, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, slightly yandere, pet names (ex. pretty girl, baby)
ও featuring. Frat-Boy!Geto x Shy!Reader
ও an. i’ve been swallowed up by long wips, but i haven’t posted in a minute. also, i’ve been dying to rewrite this one, so enjoy!
You met Geto at a frat party your roommate, Shoko, forced you to attend—and you couldn’t say that you were too upset about it now that you were standing beside him.
He was twice your size. Easily a head taller than you, which had your stomach twisting into neat little knots.
Geto was the type you’d usually avoid and admire from afar. Because rich, popular guys like him didn’t have time for unspecial girls like you.
It should also be disconcerting how openly you were gawking, not even trying to hide how your eyes traveled from the perfect bun atop his head to his broad, slightly tanned chest. His open, silky, short-sleeve button-up revealed a few necklaces dangling low between his pecs and a glimpse of a tattoo that started at his ribs and trailed down beyond his shirt.
You almost felt a little underdressed, standing beside him in just a cropped sweater and tennis skirt.
“Hey, I’m Geto,” he said.
His voice was nice. Low and sweet. Sly, in that way most guys like him tended to embrace after years of getting what they want.
Then you realized he had been talking to you, the corners of his mouth curling as he stared at you expectantly.
Embarrassment swam through your veins as you shyly gave him your name before shifting behind Shoko until the heat in your face went away. Geto's lips twitched, and he brought his red solo cup to his mouth with a hand covered in rings.
It wasn’t until after your head was a little fuzzy from a few fruity drinks that you relaxed around him, swaying on your feet towards him instead of away. The slight buzz made words fall a little easier off your tongue, and you were surprised to find that he listened—even though you weren’t sure what you were talking about anymore.
After he plied you with a fourth cup of some fruity red concoction, you moved into the corner of the living room on a lumpy old couch where Geto sat with you in his lap, casually talking about mundane things while he took long drags from a blunt you let him roll up on your thigh.
He offered you a hit, which you politely declined, and he pulled you along with him when he leaned back further into the couch, his voice now close enough that it was gently humming against your ear over the loud music.
Geto turned his head to blow out another hazy cloud of smoke before leaning in to ask if he could have a taste of your drink.
“S-sure,” you breathed shakily, about to give him your cup, only to freeze at the feel of his soft lips pressing against yours.
He chuckled when you released a startled squeak against his mouth—the faint smell of weed on his breath fanning across your face and making you slightly light-headed. Then his tongue sought out yours, and the taste of mint and cheap vodka graced your tastebuds.
You sighed, subtly rubbing your thighs together, and before you could even return the kiss, he’d pulled away with a wry smile.
“Tastes good,” he hummed, a warm hand gently running along your thigh. Your tongue ran over your bottom lip, and you watched his gaze track the movement. “Can I have another?”
You were already leaning in before he could finish asking.
He started texting and calling you after that night.
You thought he was sweet, in his own way—little things that made your heart flutter like butterfly wings and stomach bubble with anxiety because this was bound to crash and burn. But one crooked smile, and you suddenly forgot why guys like him were off-limits.
Sometimes he’d bring you coffee after long nights of studying, and it made you sway on your feet whenever he’d tuck hair behind your ear after it fell out of place.
You’d find yourself pressed against your soft bed whenever Shoko wasn't around while Geto licked away the little whimpers dripping from your lips. Some days it went further than that, where the messy grinding and needy kisses weren’t enough, and his hand would tease up your skirt to smooth over your drippy-wet cunt through damp panties.
Although, it didn’t go beyond dry-humping and heavy petting because—
“I’ve never done this before,” you admitted softly.
Something about him was almost dangerous when you told him this, his eyes a darker coffee-colored brown than usual. But it dissolved with a syrupy smile as he squeezed your hips. “It’s okay, pretty girl. We’ll take it slow.”
The amount of trust you had for him after only a couple of weeks should be alarming—
You grin at him instead of thinking about it too much. A dumb and foolish part of you held onto the fact that he promised.
And you believed him.
Or wanted to.
“Slow,” you agreed, kissing the edge of his mouth.
A month goes by, and you could only keep the secret from Shoko for so long before she finally caught you smiling like a love-sick idiot over a text Geto sent one day. She wasn’t as upset as you’d expected; instead, she almost seemed disappointed.
And that was somehow worse.
She warned you not to take anything seriously that came out of Geto’s mouth because he had a habit of running the same script on every girl he met.
“I’ve known him since we were kids, and trust me when I say that he’ll fuck you and forget about it,” she told you, pointing her coffee spoon in your direction.
“Oh.”
Shoko reached over and patted your shoulder at the look of dejection on your face. "I just don’t want to see you getting hurt, alright?”
You turned over Shoko’s words in your head because you knew this.
Part of you knew all of this. And yet…
And yet Geto made it easy to forget.
He texted you that night, inviting you to a party his frat house was throwing.
Are you coming?
You told him you needed to study for a test coming up. Shoko insisted you go to it anyway.
At the party, you scanned the crowd for a familiar head of long, dark hair until you got dizzy from turning your head so much. And just when you were about to give up and message him instead, you spotted him from where you stood in the dimly-lit kitchen, and what you saw had your heart sinking bitterly into your stomach.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise after what Shoko warned you about earlier—how you already knew that he had an assortment of red flags hanging around his head since the moment you met him.
But you hoped that maybe…well.
You watched Geto share a blunt with the girl in his lap, that familiar crooked smile curling his mouth as her cherry red lips wrapped around the end.
Some of you wondered if someone else had looked at you with the same pity when they witnessed you falling so easily for Geto’s soft-spoken words and recycled pick-up lines. The sweet shy girl who didn’t know any better.
He caught your wide-eyed gaze from across the crowd with his bloodshot one, though you didn’t stick around long enough to see what he did after that because you were already walking back home.
You were a bit heartbroken, or that was what you called it, for the first few days—ignoring the texts he’d send late at night and leaving for class earlier than usual to avoid bumping into him.
Avoiding him was more difficult than you thought since he shared the same friend group as your roommate. And lately, he seemed more interested in movie nights, or somehow he always needed to borrow notes from Shoko for a class.
Those days you sat next to Gojo when there was nowhere else to sit in your cramped living room—none the wiser about the fact that Geto had a strained relationship with your new couch mate.
At parties, you no longer paid attention to where he was in the room, choosing to stick by Shoko and her girlfriend the entire time. It was only during a moment of misplaced curiosity that you finally looked over, already finding Geto’s darkened gaze on you, sneering as you talked and laughed with other guys.
Decent guys.
This game of cat and mouse went on for two more months: Geto trying to get you to notice him and you acting like he didn’t exist.
It bothered him for reasons he couldn’t put into words. He could have a different girl warming his bed almost every weekend, and before he met you, he never batted an eye when they stopped talking to him once they found out that he wasn’t interested in anything other than sex.
Yet, here you were, taking over his every thought like a fucking disease.
He saw you walking around campus with guys that were nothing like him—guys that probably didn’t get high five days out of the week, that willingly took you out on proper dates. Then he’d creep onto your Instagram and get annoyed by the new number of male friends liking and commenting on how pretty you were.
Geto wondered if you held out for them as you were so hellbent on doing with him or if one of them managed to taint the innocence you wrapped yourself with before he could.
That put a sour taste in his mouth, one he couldn’t wash away with shots of cheap vodka. And after he watched you leave the party with a guy that looked like he didn’t know how to find the clit, Geto reasoned that he needed to find out.
That was one of the worst dates of your life, by far, since the guy didn't even show up. All night you earned pathetic looks from the restaurant staff while you sat at your table set for two.
What an asshole.
He would get an earful whenever you see him in your Psych class on Monday. You’d make sure of it.
You padded to your bathroom to wash off your makeup and sticky hairspray, hoping a warm shower would help brighten your sulky mood.
Your soft, fluffy towel was at least a small comfort as you stepped out of your steamy bathroom to get a change of clothes. Only, you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Geto lounging on your bed in a black hoodie and grey sweats—his long legs hanging off the edge so he could spread his knees, accentuating the very obvious bulge between his thighs.
He gave you a wry smirk when he caught you staring.
"Should learn to lock your doors, pretty girl. Never know what kind of creep might sneak in."
Finding him sitting on your bed, uninvited, should terrify you more than it did, and all the alarm bells going off in your head clearly indicate that you should tell him to leave instead of standing there clutching your towel to your chest.
"What are you doing here, Geto?" you asked quietly.
He blatantly ignored your roused suspicion, unable to stop himself from thinking about how cute you looked, skin flushed and dewy from the shower you just took, a scowl painted on your features.
God. He wanted to ruin you, to see how far down that flush went beyond the towel since you’d never let him under your shirt no matter how many cheap praises he whispered into your ear.
Although tonight, he was set on seeing what you hid behind a thin layer of fabric. He’d break you down, and then you’d give him what he’d been craving for months. You just needed a little encouragement.
Because he was tired of waiting.
Geto sat up, then, now so close that he could reach his hand out and grab your towel. And he did exactly that, tugging you closer and watching in amusement as you stumbled between his spread knees on coltish legs.
Finally, he met your gaze: "Isn't it obvious why I’m here?"
You swallowed. "Geto, I—"
He watched your confidence crumble a little when his hands snaked up your thighs under your towel, getting closer and closer to your slick heat. "I-I made it clear that I didn't want to talk to you anymore."
His brow arched. "Yeah? You don't want to talk to me?” Suddenly his thumb was running through your folds, and you gasped in shock, trembling. “Then why are you so wet?”
Geto could tell that you wanted to deny it, even as he pulled his hand out from under your towel to show off your shiny arousal clinging to his thumb, the pink string lights hanging around your room making it more glaringly obvious.
“I-I’m not—”
“I-I’m not,” he mocked meanly.
His eyes swam with the same flicker of intensity he showed you that day you told him you were a virgin. Although this time, it swallowed his gaze entirely—the soft brown of his irises washed away by something that had your body betraying you with another pool of slick between your thighs.
“Get on the bed, pretty girl. Leave the towel on the floor.” His voice was ragged, practically torn to shreds. “And don’t make me say it again.”
Your back was in an uncomfortable arch as Geto curled over you from behind, large hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.
“What do they have that I don’t, hm?”
You ignored how your stomach plunged at the mere fact that he might’ve been jealous, that perhaps he cared just a little.
“Bet you were whoring yourself out for them, huh?” He sneered, grasping your hair and tuggging, so you were looking up at him. The odd angle had you wincing in discomfort, and he laughed humorlessly. “You know what I think? I think that you’re secretly a little slut.”
“N-not a, ah, not a slut.”
He slapped a hand down against your ass just to hear the sharp cry he knew you couldn’t hold in, enjoying the pretty picture of tears prickling the corners of your eyes. “Liar.”
“M’ not,” you pleaded as the impact of the next blow against your tender flesh had you gasping for air, your empty cunt clenching almost painfully.
Geto smoothed his hand over the curve of your ass, smiling when you flinched. You looked so fucking wrecked, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. “Prove it then,” he said. “Prove that you’re only a fucktoy for my cock.”
You wracked your brain, head too dizzy with how fast this was happening to think properly—
“K-kiss me first,” you babbled.
"How about you beg me first," he threw the word back in your face.
You didn't answer—everything you wanted to say was choking up in your chest. The smile Geto gave you was uncharacteristically sweet, yet it didn't meet his eyes, and he laughed. “Or are you too dumb to think already?”
“Please, kiss me,” you sniffled, lips wobbling. The sight made Geto’s cock twitch.
So fucking pretty, he thought.
You knew that he would at least give you this when his eyes slightly softened.
Then his mouth was on yours. Heavy and unforgiving, teeth clacking and nipping at your lips. The familiarity of his lips soothed the overwhelming feeling in your chest and made you feel like you were touching the ground again.
He always made your brain scramble whenever he kissed you, turning thoughts into air, that you didn’t even realize that he was lining himself up with your entrance.
His cock heavily slid against your slit once, twice. Up and down, and back up again. You whimpered when he nudged your clit, parting you open slowly. It nearly gave you whiplash with how gentle he was being compared to how he treated you moments before.
"Open up for me, baby."
It was embarrassing when you parted your knees, showing him a part of your body that nobody else had seen before—
"Ah!" you squealed when he unexpectedly pushed in to the hilt, your walls straining to accommodate the new feeling of fullness and trying to push him out. You cried and squirmed in his hold—the stretch too much as you took big gulps of air to make room where there wasn't.
"Huh, looks like you still had a cute little virgin cunt after all," he grunted, jerking deeper inside.
Geto didn't even give you a moment to adjust to his length before he was roughly pounding into you, his balls slapping against the sore flesh of your ass. And all you could do was lay there and take it.
He loved this part, feeling a virgin pussy stretch around him for the first time. It made his stomach twist and his head fuzzy—he swore it was better than getting high.
Suddenly, he shoved you into the mattress, his hands pressing against your shoulder blades to prevent you from moving. The new angle had his cock going deeper, pushing against a soft spot deep inside you that felt nearly devastating when his tip hit it again and again.
Your thighs were shaking, no longer able to control the lewd noises leaking from your lips. The tight coil in your abdomen had you twitching, only coiling tighter as Geto continuously abused that sensitive spot in your cunt. It was so overwhelming and intense that you nearly burst when Geto reached between your legs to play with your sticky-hot clit.
It twitched violently against the rough pads of his fingers. "'m gonna—"
"Shut up," he sneered, his voice dangerously low before shoving your face further into the mattress with a hand at the back of your neck. "Shut up and cum."
No sounds left your mouth, your body seemingly obeying his command. Your thighs clenched, trying to close, but his broad body prevented you from pushing him away. And then—
“ Fuck —look at that,” he groaned as you felt a gush of liquid spray between your legs, splashing his thighs and getting the blankets under you sopping wet. All you could do was sob, overwhelmed by how fast he made you cum.
He gave you a rough thrust, a long whine slipping out of your throat. “Gonna fill this pussy nice and full. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
With your face pressed into your comforter, it prevented you from shaking your head no; the only sound coming out through the mouthful of cotton was an mmph, nearly choking on your own drool.
“I’m ‘gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine—shit, keep squeezing me.” He released a feral moan. "Just like that! Good girl."
Geto held you still, his mouth attaching to your shoulder to muffle the loud groan rumbling in his chest as his balls twitched and drew up almost painfully. His hips pressed flush against yours to cum as deep as your cunt would allow, trying to make it stick.
"Fuck," he panted.
Afterward, he tangled you up in his arms, his soft cock still nestled in your snug, tacky-wet walls. Cuddling was the last thing you expected, but you decided not to bring it up lest he got upset.
Nor did you say anything when you noticed the small bloodstain on his grey sweats after getting dressed and his slightly bruised knuckles pulling the cotton up over his hips. You never brought it up, not even as your date from Saturday showed up to class with a suspicious swollen lip and a black eye.
And you didn't ask if Geto wanted to hang out after class. It had just been sex—a one-time thing.
He'd already gotten what he wanted and left. That was always how this would play out: no extra dates or late-night texts. Guys like Geto didn’t do strings. Et cetera.
You knew this.
You knew.
Although, the dark look he shot Gojo when he pulled you into his lap for movie night could make you believe otherwise—that maybe it was more than sex.
...It was probably best just to keep your mouth shut.
A few weeks later, Geto muffled low groans into his shirt caught between his teeth as he fisted his cock to a picture of you—because you were avoiding him again.
But that was okay, silly, that you ever thought you could. He already had it planned out how he’d have you again, and just the thought of feeling your tight cunt wrapped around him had Geto painting his stomach white.
study date - kiyoomi hates chemistry and you really aren’t helping the situation.
wisdom teeth removal - kiyoomi gets his wisdom teeth removed and wants nothing more than to be with you.
bathing together - you and sakusa share a romantic bath, prepared by him, yet, something isn't quite right.
wash day (at night) - there's a warm intimacy that comes with doing your hair. reader is written to be a person of color. poc!reader
untitled 001 - sorting through my emotions due to the unjust murder of george floyd.
sakusa thinks you're pregnant - a series of misunderstandings leads sakusa to believe you to be pregnant. surprise! you're not!
meet my parents - sakusa wants you to meet his parents, but doesn't know how to ask.
sakusa asks you out - sakusa wants to be your boyfriend (and it’s about time he asked).
bootycalls - kiyoomi’s had a hard day, but he knows how to make it better. some cuddles, some banter, use of the L word. reader is accused of witchcraft, but it’s all in good fun.
taking care of a drunk reader - y/n is talking to a stranger about her sex life and kiyoomi is on damage control. it’s an uphill battle to finally tuck her into bed. give this man a break, please.
interruptions - sakusa’s daughter hijacks the post-game interview, but nobody seems to mind. gosh, she’s such a daddy’s girl.
warm - you're stuck indoors with kiyoomi during a blizzard; luck is truly on his side. suggestive but not explicit.
insecurity - insecurity is not something that finds sakusa easily, but god does it hit like a bitch once it does.
trespassing - reader takes a rich!sakusa to stargaze in the middle of nowhere. mutual pining but both you and sakusa are too dumb to notice. friends to almost lovers.
drunk!sakusa - late night talks over the phone that reveal a bit more than they should.
domestic series - a peak into life with sakusa. 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 //
different kinds of kisses - there’s a million different ways to kiss someone; a million silent ways to tell someone you love them. 01 //
the five love languages - collection drabbles showcasing the five love languages with a very soft, very playful, (and mildly horny) sakusa kiyoomi. 01 // 02 //
seasons with my lover! - a love that grows through every season. 01 //
greek mythology au! sakusa x reader - sakusa wants to be your hero.
six inch heels - giving sakusa a lap dance and-- was the room always this hot?
come and get 'em - sakusa hates when your dates come to an end, so if you want your keys, you better some and get 'em.
headcannons:
01 // 02 // 03
virgin no more! series (on hold)
*sakusa's first blowjob - sakusa wants to take the next step in your relationship. who are you to deny him of such a request?
*eat up, kiyoomi! - sakusa learns to give head for the first time. good thing you're there to help him out.
SYNOPSIS: HUMAN — The only company worldwide that has more control over the average person than things like credit and money. At the age of 21, they have enough information on you to label you with a percentage. A percentage that determines your worth based on compatibility; soulmate if you will. What will happen when it comes to the publics attention that on her 21st birthday, YN, has the highest score to date? However, not just with one person, but with two.
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fun facts:
— osamu and oikawa thought yn was mad at them because as soon as it was leaked, she stopped responding to their texts entirely
— atsumu read the conversation over osamus shoulder the entire time
— he tried to take his phone to say some… special things to oikawa, but failed
a/n: ignore the weird layout lol… my tumblr is acting up again !!!
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number — an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer.
ushijima wakatoshi — billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships. you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.
curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you, but it sure got you caught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.
⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ABOUT — billionaire/ceo ushijima au, female reader, humor, multiple plot twists, fake relationship, night life, alcohol and drug use, blood, dark & sensitive topics such as death, murder, abuse, torture, kidnap, violence, alcoholism, smut.
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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ NOTE: one of my favorite fics i’ve ever written, i’ve been thinking about bringing it back for the longest time <3 and maybe i’ll finish it too
warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex (no actual smut), mentions of cheating, cursing
status: coming soon!
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summary: you and rintaro suna have history. ‘history’ meaning a two year relationship that unfortunately failed with the excuse both of you used to cope, “ the right person, wrong time.” weeks after the painful break up, you find yourself pregnant with his child and never found it in you to tell him. well, it seems like the excuse is starting to make sense because when you think you’re finally content with how well you’re doing as a single parent, of course rintaro comes back and barges into your life after receiving a letter.
a/n: IM LITERALLY SO IMPULSIVE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN OIKAWA SMAU BUT I CHANGED IT LAST MIN…… BUT THE PLOT MAKES MORE SENSE W RIN THAN TOORU SRRY LOL
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