dad!Gojo Satoru x mom!Reader
cw: 18+ themes, jjk manga spoilers, post-canon fix-it, references to babytrapping and mentions of birth control, a little bit of manipulation and deception, unmarried couple, twisted and fluffy feelings, vague mention of the reader's hair, implied that you're a little obsessed with each other
words: around 900
Satoru was lounging on the Engawa, keeping a watchful gaze on your form inside the bedroom. As you slept peacefully under the blankets, your son fussed in his arms, and the hint of a smile appeared on his lips.
"Oh?" Satoru breathed out, shifting his child so he could rest better on his chest. "Is the little Gojo missing his mom?"
Your son wriggled slightly before going back to sleep. "Back to using me as a pillow, hm?" Satoru mused. "I guess your dad is okay too."
He had never thought a romantic partner was in his cards, let alone having a child. And yet…
He briefly closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He had died. Murdered by Sukuna. And you made a Binding Vow to bring him back to life.
(Satoru had been furious with you—he had already accepted his death, and you had sacrificed something precious for him.
The Strongest had never known someone who cared for him as much as you did.)
His son stirred on his chest. Satoru looked down at your child. Fatherhood...who would have thought?
It only took one time, one burst of passion (and love, something Satoru could only acknowledge in his mind), and you were pregnant with his child, his heir.
As Satoru was lost in thought, you quietly joined him on the Engawa. Your expression softened as you gazed at your son sleeping soundly on his father's chest.
Satoru peered at you through his pitch-black glasses and motioned for you to join them. You did so and stopped beside the recliner where your lover and child rested.
You caressed your son's head before running your fingers through Satoru's hair, and he smirked softly. "You're such an affectionate mama," he teased, his voice low and hushed. "You're always spoiling us both."
You huffed before smiling, then gently picked up your son, who gripped onto your clothes with his tiny hands. He cooed, and you tickled his nose, making him laugh. Satoru's heart fluttered at the heartwarming sight, and he swallowed hard. He had to look away for a moment, taking a deep breath.
(That's his family. His beautiful little family. Something he never thought he'd have, something he never thought he'd wanted.)
You brought your little one inside, and he yawned as you placed him gently into the crib.
Satoru followed you and wrapped his arms around your torso from behind. He nuzzled your neck, and his loose snow-white hair brushed against your skin.
One of your hands found the nape of his neck and stroked it. He purred at your touch, relishing it. "I don't think I'm ever going to let you out of the Gojo estate."
You brushed your nose against his hair. "You won't, hm?"
Satoru lifted his head from the crook of your neck, and his sky-blue eyes found yours. "You're you and the mother of my child. Do you think I would allow any harm to come your way, especially now that you can no longer use Cursed Energy?"
You eyed him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehensiveness. "Since when are you this overprotective?"
He briefly narrowed his eyes. "Since you decided it was a good idea to sacrifice your cursed energy to bring me back."
You heaved a sigh. "Here we go again," you mumbled. "Satoru, I did it for you, I—"
"I know," he cut you off in a deep voice, raising to his full height before cupping one of your cheeks and angling your face towards his. "I know. But you shouldn't have sacrificed your cursed energy."
Your lips parted as you gazed into his eyes, though before you could reply, Satoru leaned forward and took your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Your noses brushed against one another, and you closed your eyes. He opened his own, looking down at you through his lashes while slightly tightening his hold on your cheek and waist.
Satoru wondered if you were ever going to figure out that him getting you pregnant wasn't a mistake—that he chose to deactivate his Infinity while the two of you had sex.
(He had to do it. You sacrificed your nature as a sorcerer to bring his soul back to life, and he wanted to keep you safe and bound to him.)
You leaned back to breathe in some air and looked at him through half-lidded eyes. "I need to tell you something," you said, bringing your hand to his face to cup his cheek. "About the pregnancy."
Satoru's posture stiffened, although he managed to keep his expression nonchalant. "What about it?"
You began stroking his jawline. "Me getting pregnant...it wasn't a mistake, nor a malfunction of your cursed technique."
He desperately tried to keep a straight face. "Oh really? So you're telling me it wasn't my Infinity acting up?"
You hesitated, and your hand left his face. You then wrapped your arms around his upper body, snuggling up to him. The tension began to leave his body, and he held you to himself. "I was never on birth control," you admitted, voice muffled by his chest. His eyes widened at your words—wait, what? Did you— "I'm sorry I lied about it, Satoru."
You sniffled and held onto him in what seemed to be a silent way to beg for forgiveness. His eyes twinkled, and Gojo felt something akin to butterflies in his stomach. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, caressing your back in a comforting manner. "It's okay. I'm not angry." He buried his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I could never be angry at how much you've always wanted me."
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Well, alright then, Shane thinks. That thought is immediately followed up with, same here, Livvie.
or, ilya gets in a fight. it does something for shane.
summary: "are you really that oblivious?" in which robin thinks the reader is straight, when she's definitely not. [requested by @taylorsmylover]
tags: just fluff, getting together, robin pov, confident reader
a/n: first robin fic! i love her sm. yes, this fic is inspired by that popular girl applying makeup on another girl meme. hope you enjoy reading it! feedback is appreciated. <3
Robin thumps her head against the side of the giant shelf. A couple of tapes come tumbling down from the top and Steve, who had been casually leaning against the opposite wall, scowls at her in distaste.
"Ugh. I wish she would look at me like that," Robin whisper-sings, feigning ignorance about the tapes. Her gaze is hooked on you, talking to a random blond, leaning casually across the counter. Your lips are stretched into a toothy smile and Robin can't help but think you might be in the middle of flirting.
Steve groans loudly, moving to pick up the fallen tapes.
"Jesus Christ, this again. She does, Robs! You're just never looking at her when she is."
Robin watches as you laugh coyly at something the guy says.
"She likes guys, Steve," Robin says, like a mantra at this point, trying to get herself to move on. You like guys. You like guys. You like guys. Boys. Men. Not girls. Not women.
Certainly not her.
"So? She could like girls too," Steve argues. The pile of tapes in his hand is high but Robin makes no effort to help.
"Ya know, she's always wearing that shirt you complimented that one time."
So not true. But, admittedly, you are wearing it right now. It's a bright orange top, with faded hems and a slightly scandalous neckline but Robin loves how it brings out your eyes.
God, you're biting your lip now and Robin has never felt such privation before.
"Shut up," she mumbles, spellbound by your laughter. "It's just coincidence. Happenstance. Yesterday, she was wearing that pink dress that makes her look like a pr—"
"Yeah, yeah we know you're in love but then explain why she made a face when you asked if I could tag along for your night out?" Steve questions and Robin opens her mouth before shutting it in response.
Steve smiles smugly. Too soon.
"Maybe she doesn't like you. Lot of people don't like you, you ever think about that, huh, Harrington?" Robin disses and the smirk on Steve's mouth fades.
"Well. You like me," he counters.
Robin shrugs, turning back to look at you once more. You're patting the dude's shoulder and ugly, ugly envy trickles down her chest.
"Anyway," Steve hisses, "She made a face 'cause she wanted it to be just the two of you. Take a fucking hint."
Robin doesn't have time to respond, because the blond man has already left and you're now making a beeline right to her.
"Hey Robin, Steve," you say, still smiling cheerfully. Much like the radiant sun, your presence warms her skin. Robin can feel her body start to tingle like it has been doing lately, every time you are in her vicinity.
"So... I just wanted to ask if we're on for tonight still?" you ask, looking in between them both and Steve turns to Robin, waiting for her to answer.
Robin's lips seem to be sealed shut and Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah w—"
"A-about that," Robin shuts him off loudly, suddenly finding her voice, and you blink back, surprised. "Sorry— er, Steve's not going to be able to make it actually," she continues, lowering her voice and wringing her hands.
"I'm not?" Steve asks just as you say, "He's not?" and you look between the two of them again, clearly confused.
Robin and Steve exchange quick glances. He sighs, something passing over his features.
"I'm not, yeah— I've got this... thing—" Robin shoots him a look, "I've got to babysit my kid's sister— er I mean my sister's kid. So I won't be able to come, sorry."
You look between the two of them, before shaking your head slowly.
"Um, sure okay," you say pressing your lips into a thin line and then turn to Robin. "I'll see you at my place at eight then?"
Robin nods, smiling in a way that she hopes isn't creepy but the look on your face says otherwise. You nod then, excusing yourself from the two of them.
Only once you leave does Robin realise that she'd been holding her breath all this while and lets go, sagging against the shelf.
"My kid's sister, Steve?" she asks wearily.
Her best friend makes a face at her. "So I fumbled. Big deal. I was just taken aback. A little heads up would be nice next time," he replies defensively.
Robin drags her hands down her face in exasperation.
Maybe they really are fated to be alone forever.
"But— you don't even have a sister!"
***
It is entirely plausible that Robin's a little too obsessed with you for her own good. She spends half an hour solely on deciding what to wear, settling on black jeans and a tank top in the end; fifteen minutes doing her hair only to get frustrated and let it down as is and then another ten minutes outside your door, scouting for the courage to ring the doorbell.
All the dilly-dallying proves to be worth it, however, because she's finally in your room, sitting on your bed as you stand beside it, hands on hips and deep in thought. You're wearing a cute crop top that says "Filthy Animal" over teeny jeans shorts, your lipstick a shade of red that she can't help but think would look lovely on her own skin.
Now, maybe, Robin is setting herself up to get a massive heartbreak when she (inevitably) finds out that you're not into her but that doesn't mean she's going to think rationally and pass up on the opportunity to hang out with you.
It simply isn't her style.
"I think this is closer to your style," you say, handing her a black dress with long bell sleeves. Robin does think it's pretty but she's never worn anything other than jeans and overalls before.
"You really think this'll fit me?" she asks.
"My sister's the same size as you, hon'. It's gunna fit."
Robin shrugs, rising to stand up from the bed.
"Wait!" you shout, gently shoving her shoulder to stop her from getting up.
"Not that you don't look absolutely beautiful without it," you say nonchalantly, reaching for a large box on your dressing table, "I really want to do your make-up."
Robin only absently agrees to the last part because her brain stopped listening the moment you called her absolutely beautiful. Beautiful. You called Robin beautiful.
Her brain barely catches up from it's derailing before you're whipping out foundation and brushes and Robin has to shake herself to the present.
"Whoa, whoa. I've never done this before," she says and a grin tugs at your lips that makes her insides warm.
"I'd pictured you saying that in a different setting, but we'll make do," you quip and Robin's brain just about shuts down. For the first time in ever, Robin can't think of words. Whatever the hell do you even mean? Did she hear you right?
"Okay. Why don't you lean back down so I can do your eye make up better?"
Robin's brain is having a hard time coping with everything that's happening. Her hands pushes her back onto your bed on their own accord, resting half her back and head on a pillow. She watches, with bated breath, as you climb onto the bed and crawl over her. You place your knees on either side of her, brushes in hand and lean over.
You're just barely hovering over her, not quite sitting, but Robin just about dies. You pick the eye-shadow with the brush and softly ask her to close her eyes.
Robin thinks she might combust.
Your warm breath fans her face as you gently dab the powder onto her eyelids, painting out the corners and the outer wing.
"What do you think about red?" you ask, voice lower than usual and Robin struggles to figure out what you're talking about.
"Like, the color?"
You chuckle. "Yeah, the color."
"I like it. It's the color of so many of my favorite things. Steve's car, a bag I bought in high-school, this old book I have from when I was a child. My mom's purse, the color of your lipstick and—" she bites her lip.
It was better when she didn't have words to say.
You continue to dab the eye-shadow on the other eye. Robin thinks this might be where you might call everything off, you might end your friendship with her.
"You like the color of my lipstick?"
Something faint blooms in Robin's chest. A wet tip presses against her eyelid— eye-liner.
"Yeah, it's— it's uh. It's a pretty shade." Looks good on you, Robin wants to add but the words die in her throat.
You brush her cheeks with what she assumes is the blush.
"Would you like me to apply it on you?"
That something fizzles and fades away in her chest.
"Sure," she agrees, heart folding in on itself tighter than she'd expected.
"All done," you say and Robin opens her eyes. You're still looming over her, lower lip tucked in between your teeth, as your eyes skim over her face.
She feels hot everywhere all of a sudden and hyper aware that you're leaning so close, hovering right above her stomach.
"Should I get changed, then?" she asks, when two minutes later you're still looking at her and have said nothing.
Her words seem to jolt you and you hop off of her, which immediately makes Robin feel cold all over.
"Oops, yeah. You can change in the bathroom," you say, pointing to the door opposite to you.
In the bathroom, she has to take a second to calm her racing heart. Having your crush sit on top of you like it's nothing... well, it's not nothing. And all those things you said about her being pretty and the double entendre— did you do that with all your female friends?
Robin knows she's going to get hurt. That somethings are simply too good to be true and her good might downright be unachievable. And yet, she tries the dress and it slips on like a glove. It is an almost perfect fit, the sleeves flowing down her long arms nicely, the hem falling down to her mid thighs.
You've given her almost silver, glittery eye-shadow and a lipstick that isn't the red you had been talking about. She looks almost like her natural self, save for the glittery eye-lids and flowy dress. But it isn't too uncomfortable, she thinks she might even look good. Checking herself out in the mirror one last time, she takes a deep breath and steps out.
"Tada!" she says nervously, drawing your attention since you have your back to her.
Robin thinks she imagines it but your jaw almost drops.
She begins to fiddle with the hem of her sleeves.
"Thanks for not putting on too much of the make-up, I'm just not used to it haha. And the dress," she pats down her thighs, "it's almost perfect, I might have to come over and borrow more of your sister's clothes because, well, even though this is, perhaps, the opposite of my style— I do kind of like it and—" she stops when she sees a smile creep up your face.
"What?"
"You're adorable," you say, stepping closer.
Robin feels heat creep up her cheeks. She rubs her neck nervously.
"Thanks."
"And shit," you say, stepping closer, until you're inches from her face. Your gaze definitely dips to her lips and back up, something dark flickering in your eyes.
Robin forgets how to breathe.
"You look so incredibly hot in this outfit," you say casually and all blood rushes to Robin's face. You're standing so close, gaze fixated on her face, skimming over her features like you can't get enough to look.
For the millionth time that night, Robin finds herself at a loss for words. It's like her tongue ties itself in your presence.
"You always look hot." You're whispering now.
"Robin Buckley—" you begin, stepping impossibly close, breath hot on her face. Heat flashes through her, tendrils of a tigngling sensation snaking all across her body.
"— You drive me insane."
All thoughts evaporate from Robin's head, leaving a bubbling mass of one surviving question.
"You... like me? Like that?" she says, before she can stop herself but she's stunned by your words to care.
You chuckle, that pretty laugh that stings Robin's heart in all the right places. You step closer and your hand finds it's way to her waist. Her breath hitches in her throat.
"Are you really that oblivious?"
And then, you're tilting your face and kissing her, a gentle brush at first that makes the ground slip from beneath her feet. The mere contact of your cheery red lips sends her head spinning. Your hands card through her hair then, cupping her jaw and pulling her further in this time.
The kiss presses deep into her body, lips moving against hers with fervour once she overcomes the initial shock. It's nothing like she's ever experienced — a hot want travels through her being when you push your bodies closer.
When you have to inevitably come up for air, the first thing Robin notices is that your lipstick is smudged all over your face.
It's the most incredible thing she has ever seen.
You pull her in again, biting your lip devilishly and looking up at her with half-lidded eyes that make her chest do flips.
Be welcome to my first HOTD fic! I'm excited to share it with y'all and see where this story takes me. I hope you guys love Aurynn and her story as much as I do!
English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes
If you wish to be tagged in this series, let me know in the notes and asks!
This series will contain canon-typical sexism, sexual themes, violence, infidelity, among other tags to be added, as well as some canon takes from both Fire and Blood and HOTD, and even some liberties of mine
Summary: Princess Rhaenyra, seeing the state of her court and claim to the throne, decides to switch her cards; her firstborn son will marry Lady Aurynn Mormont in order to have a shot with ensuring the North's allegiance, and Lord Rodrik Mormont shall take Baela as wife in Jacaerys' stead. With war at their doors, these siblings will play whatever tune its sang in order to live in a volatile enviroment.
Words: 2.0k
Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) Baela Targaryen x OMC (Rodrik Mormont), eventual Cregan Stark x OFC & Alyn Velaryon x OFC (Aurynn Mormont) and OFC x OFC (Visella Targaryen @blood0fthedragon x Aurynn Mormont)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None (they will be added as the series progresses)
Princess Rhaenyra paced herself in her chambers, the thought of war coming soon heavy on her mind. Alicent had made her move already, and she was running out of time. For ten years, they had been playing the political chess. Her eldest son was of age. And Baela seemed perfect for him; however, she was not blind. She had seen the way Jace looked at the Mormont girl.
She was certainly a beauty, with a long cascade of brown curls, expressive brown eyes and a wit and charm that easily matched others. And she was from a beloved and fierce house from the North. Baela was a Targaryen, and a daughter of her beloved husband, however, it was clear that there was no attraction between one another. If Rhaenyra was to sway the North to her side, then a successful marriage between a Northern and her son would be the wise thing to do.
She also was aware of Rodrik’s eligibility. He was strikingly handsome, an accomplished warrior, a patron of the arts and cunning in politics. However, his wandering eye escaped nobody. Someone as brazen and ill-tempered as Baela could either make him better or worse. Perhaps, if she played the game right, it could be done well.
Summoning her advisors to the chamber, she asked “Tell me, my lords, about Lady Mormont.”
Both men looked at one another “Well, Princess, she is a certified beauty, and an accomplished one at that. A famous companion of the princes, and someone very much wanted in all of Westeros. Why, only on her thirteenth name-day we received numerous letters from all the places. Do you plan on arranging a marriage for her, Princess?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” She folded her hands.
Aurynn was brushing her very long hair, sighing as she performed her nightly dance with her Northern ringlets. It had been almost eight years since she arrived at Dragonstone after a pact between her late lord father and the princess. Life had been good, playing with the princes and getting to hone her courtly skills. And perhaps find a good marriage, one with a lord that would treat her well and give her beautiful children and a purpose.
Suddenly, a knock interrupted her thoughts. She looked up to see sweet Luke, doubt in his eyes. She had always seen him as a little brother, and the feeling was mutual. “I… am not interrupting, am I, Lynn?”
“Of course not, sweet boy. Do come, tell me what’s on your mind.”
He sat at the edge of the bed, used to seeing her in nightgown and her hair down, something that raised many eyebrows “As you know, Mother is to send us to gain alliances. With our dragons.” He was fidgeting, as he usually did. She got up from her seat and squeezed her hands in his, calming his racing thoughts.
“Take a breath. Order your thoughts,” he did as she told him “Now, speak slowly.”
“I’m afraid, Lynn. What if something goes wrong? What if Arrax gets sick? Jace looks so confident…”
“Just because someone sounds confident doesn’t mean that they are. And I know what you’ll say: ‘but Jace is perfect’. He is virtuous, yes, but he is but a boy. As am I. As are you. There is nothing wrong with being afraid every once in a while.”
“Are you ever afraid, Lynn?”
“Many times a week, my boy. That I will be betrothed to a cruel old man. That everything I’ve worked for isn’t enough. Of my house’s fate.”
Luke flushed “If it helps, I’d sooner marry you than ship you off to a cruel old man.”
Aurynn threw her head back and laughed, a melody that often calmed and soothed the young prince. Then, she kissed his cheek “Oh, Luke, my dearest boy, I’m afraid I’d be deemed to old for you. Besides, you and Rhaena seem to get along just fine.”
“The sentiment isn’t only mine.”
Aurynn frowned, amused “How come?”
Lucerys flushed, the face he did when he talked too much “I, uh, should go to bed. I have much to prepare with, uh, Arrax. Good night, Lynn!” Then, he sprinted away from the room, leaving an amused and confused Aurynn.
The next morning, Aurynn had dressed herself with a beautiful purple ensemble and had finally coiffed her hair in a complicated hairdo when her door was knocked “Who is it?”
A masculine voice replied “Princess Rhaenyra sends for you, my lady. I am to escort you to her.”
Feeling nervous and excited, she polished herself and opened the door. Taking a deep breath, she nodded “Let’s go then.” After crossing a corner, she asked “Do you know what business does Her Grace want to do with me?”
“I do not know, my lady. I am only following orders.”
They finally entered the room, where at the top of the table was Rhaenyra, Prince Jacaerys and Lady Baela. Curtsying to them all, she gave them a friendly face “Did you summon me, Your Grace?”
“Do approach the table, Aurynn. Would you like some wine?”
“No, thank you, I’ve had breakfast a few minutes ago.” It was a small lie. Her stomach was made of knots, and she prayed that none of them heard her intestine roar.
“As you know, you’ve reached age of marriage, and your presence has not escaped my allies. Men all over the Vale, the North and other regions have been sending me owls for your hand, offering you all sorts of luxuries. Even houses that are allied to Alicent’s party have offered to swear fealty to me if I were to give you your hand in marriage.” She looked around the room “However, my council and I have agreed that none of these men are a match worthy of you, and have thus come to a decision.” She then looked at her eldest son and proclaimed “You and my son Jace shall marry within the month, and you, Baela, shall marry Lady Mormont’s brother Rodrik. He is handsome, rich, young and a formidable ally. He is sailing to accept your hand as we speak.”
Aurynn’s gaze turned to an equally stunned Jace. They had known each other all their lives, and Aurynn had always admired Jace and had fancied him for long, even after his duties had taken over. They have had a strong connection that raised question of marriage before Princess Rhaenyra married Prince Daemon and betrothed his daughters to her sons.
Nevertheless, one couldn’t simply reject the formidable Prince of Dragonstone. She bowed to the princess and recited “I thank you for this privilege, Your Grace, and promise to be the loveliest, most dutiful wife to your son.”
Jace woke up from his shock and gave them a rehearsed smile “If it pleases my mother, it shall be done. Might I have a moment alone with my betrothed?”
He didn’t even wait for his mother to respond before they both curtsied and he practically dragged her out of the room.
“Jace!” Aurynn exclaimed, surprised at her reaction.
He didn’t seem to hear her, still in stupor. They walked and walked, his grip on her, until they finally got out, in the beautiful garden they used to chase one another and laugh and munch berries.
Said words seemed to wake him from his stupor and let go of her hand, clearly embarrassed “Forgive me, Lynn. I didn’t think I was gripping you too hard.” He examined her hand and gave it some gentle strokes. Her breath caught. “I didn’t know that my mother would pull this off.”
“Jace, it’s alright—,”
“Lynn, being my bride is being in the eve of danger. I understand if you’re scared.”
She looked at him defiantly “I am a Mormont, Jace. I am not scared of a drunken prince and his desperate mother.”
He squeezed her hand, a small smile on his lips “I know that you are as fierce as a Northerner comes, but this is different. You’d be queen someday, if we aren’t betrayed. Besides, you deserve better than someone whom they call ‘bastard’ behind his back.”
“I don’t care about that, Jace. I care about your good opinion and your mother’s. If you don’t wish to marry me, say it. You have the power to undo the alliance.”
He smiled sadly “I am flattered that you think me of someone with power, but my mother’s made her choice. Your brother is on his way. And… I do like the idea of marrying you.”
Lynn looked at those tender brown eyes and swallowed “Truly, Jace?”
He gave her a tentative look “Do you, Lynn? Like the idea of marrying me as well?”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, her gaze went to his lips, and he seemed to notice. Soon, his hands were on her hips, squeezing the light Dornish lace and stroked aside a wild ringlet.
“I—,”
“Jace!” A familiar voice called.
They both bolted away, clearly flushed. Luke was running towards them, Joffrey in tow, “Is it true? You and Lynn are to be married?”
It was Lynn who spoke “Yes, dear Luke. Your mother was generous enough to allow me to join our family.”
He smiled “Amazing! It’s just like when we were boys! You and Lynn married, in those imagine games we used to play when—,”
Jace, clearly embarrassed, placed his hands on his brothers’ shoulders and cleared his throat “Let me tell you all about it in our dragon pit. I am sure Lady Mormont has many preparations to make for my brother-in-law’s arrival, don’t you, Lynn?”
Trying not to chuckle, Lynn nodded, taking the opposite direction to the castle, wanting to busy her toes in the sand. When she reached the beach, she found a familiar silver hair. She slowly and gently approached her “Might I sit?”
Baela looked at her and nodded wordlessly. She sat besides her at a respectful distance and looked out at the sea “If you’re wondering, I am not angry. Neither of us asked to be moved around like chess pieces.”
Baela sighed “Isn’t that all we are? Chess pieces to move and discard to their heart’s delight?”
Lynn bit her lip “Gods, I hope not. I suppose that, to our fathers, we are, but Princess Rhaenyra is no man.”
“She ought to behave like one if she is to hold the throne one day.”
It suddenly hit her. Baela was tragically right. Being a woman was unsafe as it was in Westeros, and Princess Rhaenyra must’ve felt cornered by her rivals for her to make such sudden move. Jace was a great man, but a man nevertheless. As was Rodrik, and Luke, and everyone in the council.
She liked Jace, and with time, she might even grow to love him, but she was no fool either. She knew from a young age which role to play if she wanted to win the eternal game of survival in a world where women were feeble and discardable little things.
“Let them think that we are,” she declared “but we will know the truth. Let them believe the illusion that we are innocent, meek and playable things, as long as my will is made.” She looked at Baela “reforming a man like Rodrik is no easy task, but it is not impossible.”
Baela seemed to catch up “Go on.”
“Give him something that no common girl can give him. A reason to be with you alone. Let it be your bedding skills, or wealth, or the illusion of having the girl he’s dreamt of having, and he’ll be yours. Make yourself irreplaceable, and he shall be yours. Isn’t that what men want in a woman, after all? A gem so rare, so wanted, that if they do not take care of it, it may slip from his fingers.”
Baela smiled at her “I pray to the Gods that your brother is as cunning as you, Aurynn. We’ll need all the wit and conniving we are allowed to show in this tryst.”
Harwin Strong lives and finds his way back to his princess.
Rhaenyra had been in the midst of a restless sleep when the guards had come to her chambers in the hours before dawn but the news of an unknown boat spotted on the shores of Dragonstone had a knot of panic filling her stomach. She'd been quick to throw a dressing gown on over her shift, the rest of her modesty be damned. Her footsteps echoed through empty halls as she made her way down to the main hall, the young guard who'd come to her having no more information than what he'd told her at first. A million possibilities went through her mind as she pushed sleep further and further away. And each one of those fled from her mind once she came to stand in the Great Hall of the Stone Drum.
Her heart caught in her throat at the sight of the man standing there, hood still raised and hand resting on the hilt of a sword as the tourney knights of Dragonstone eyed him. They did not know him but she would've recognized the figure anywhere in the world. He'd been her shadow for the better part of a decade, the companion who'd kept her off the ledge time and time again when pushed to the limits by the people at court. And after the raven that she'd received three days earlier, she'd thought she'd never see him again.
The hood was pulled back and that familiar smile greeted her, the same he'd given her when he'd first held Joffrey in her chambers two moons past, and every ounce of decorum left her. This was Dragonstone - her castle, her home, and if any one of the people here chose to whisper about her she'd deal with it herself. For now, there was no thought in her mind other than pure and utter relief as she ran across the cold stone floor and launched herself into his arms.
Harwin caught her without any issue, strong arms that had held her time and time before wrapping around her with a comfort she'd been desperately missing. He wore no armor, just a wool doublet that made it easy to feel the warmth of him against her. Her face buried itself in his neck, breathing in the smell of him, that earthy scent that had once lingered on her sheets in the Red Keep long after he'd left for his post and comforted her in the early hours of her mornings. She breathed it in in deep gasps, wanting to have it surround her and ground her and make her truly believe this was real.
"Come now, princess, I haven't been gone that long," were words mumbled against her hair, a gentle teasing in his low rumbling voice that brought a watery smile to her lips. A short laugh broke through the sobs that had been wracking her body and he held her a little tighter.
"I thought you were dead," was her reply, finally feeling her feet reach the ground as he set her down. She looked up at him, finally seeing his face properly. His eyes were tired and there were new lines on his face that seemed to age him a bit. And when she spotted the healing burns peeking under his collar, she felt her blood go cold as the stories she'd been told bled into the reality before her. "Word came that the fire at Harrenhal had taken both you and your father and I -"
A warm hand cradled her face and stopped her words, his forehead bending to press against hers. "It'll take more than cowards with torches to kill me, more than Harren's curse to keep me from you and the boys. The Stranger himself will have to come and drag me away if the gods decide it's my time to go."
Her lips found his, any witnesses be damned and a happiness she hadn't dreamed of filling her the longer she stood in his arms. "He'll face the fury of us both and have to face down Syrax if the gods wish to take you from me again. I won't have you gone from my side again. Your place is here, as it always has been and always will be."
The town square was packed tight with people, corralled this way and that by Peacekeepers, dependent if you could be reaped or not. Livestock or spectator. Children moved slowly through the lines, fingers pricked and papers blotted with blood. The southern sun already high in the sky, clothes specifically worn for the reaping showing signs of sweat and dirt already. Banners with the Capitol emblem shifted with the soft summer wind. While the nearby processing plants were closed for the holiday, the smell of leather still lingered in the air.
The front of the Justice Building had been transformed into a makeshift stage. Several sets of chairs lined the outside of the building, each separated by a tall vase filled with native bluegrass and wild flowers. Two glass bowls sat on either side of a microphone. Thousands of slips of paper filled them, each adorned with a child’s name in identical print. A small tapestry hung over the stands the bowls were on, embroidered with a cow skull and Ad multos annos; a wish for a long life.
Once the area had become claustrophobic and the cameras were rolling, the mayor’s family and living victors emerged from the building. All look defeated, except for the woman following up the rear in a gaudy, bright outfit. A pantsuit in deep navy, with what looked like tinsel running through the fabric, matched the woman’s hair, pulled into a high ponytail.
“Sit! Sit! We’re beginning soon everyone!” The woman fretted, flocking between the two sides of the stage. “Everyone! Good posture and big smiles!”
Cordelia Poverly, Capitol Escort assigned to District 10 for a second year in a row. Her anxious behavior was probably due to her opening year as an escort ending within the first ten minutes of the game. Two twelve year olds reaped, killed in the immediate bloodbath. In an interview alongside their mentors, Cordelia chirped that not all debuts were stellar; no indication of remorse for the dead.
Another handful of minutes passed before the Justice Building’s belltower rung out ten times, signaling the hour and start of the reaping. The Capitol woman threw her ponytail over her shoulder, a bright smile on her face before stepping up to the microphone.
“Welcome, welcome! What a glorious morning to celebrate the start of the 68th Hunger Games,” She paused for a small clap, looking back at the others on the stage. They followed suit, though less enthusiastically, before she continued. “As we all know, the Hunger Games are a solemn reminder, brought forward by the Treaty of Treason, to never repeat the Dark Days.”
The many screens dotted around the square, presently broadcasting Cordelia’s introduction, flickered to a film all were familiar with. Scenes of war and disarray, narrated by President Coriolanus Snow, shifted to peaceful clips. Prosperity. Joy. Families together and clear skies. As it came to an end, the screens switched back to Cordelia.
“Wonderful,” She sang. “And now, before selecting our brave tributes, let’s remember our living victor’s who proudly represented District 10 in prior games.”
Turning slightly, she faced half to the crowd, half to the right of the stage. Six chairs lined this side, with four occupied. Two instead had a small card embossed with the district’s emblem. Cordelia listed off the living, clapping as each briefly stood and waved to the crowd.
“Fantastic! Now,” Cordelia said, turning back to the front and clasping her hands together. “For the main event.”
The tinseled woman moved away from the microphone, standing behind the bowl on the right side of the stage. She slipped her hand in. Dug around the slips. Pulled a lone paper out. Moved back to the center. All this done while the spectators looked on, holding hands and breath. The late morning sun baking the already restless crowd.
“For our brave young lady…” Cordelia paused long enough for a true hush to fall over the district. “Marlo Hackett!”
There was a second of stillness as the name settled over the crowd, creeping across their minds. The last name, just briefly said moments before, began to register. Hackett. Prior victor. A startling and hysteric cry was let out on stage. Falabella attempted to stifle her outburst, hand covering her mouth as she turned away from the cameras that would be focusing closely on her.
In the last rows of the pack of children, a small girl, only thirteen, stepped out. She looked pale. Wiped the sweat from her brow as the sun continued to beat down on her. She half-tripped, caught by another girl before they released her just as fast, like they’d somehow be reaped as well. Eventually she staggered up the stairs. Ushered by Cordelia to her spot on the stage. Marlo looked to her mother, tears streaking her cheeks.
“What a reaction from our latest victor,” Cordelia said, placing her hands over her heart in faux pity. “As always, after a tribute has been selected, a volunteer may step forward. Do we have any valiant girls in the crowd?”
A beat. Stifled crying was all that could be heard at first, little Marlo rubbing her eyes constantly. Another. Falabella racked with sobs. Cordelia surveyed the crowd, preparing to move on to the boys. Then, before she could speak, only a few rows away from the stage, a single hand raised.
“I’ll volunteer,” a seventeen year old called. Her eyes briefly met with Falabella’s, before looking back to the Capitol woman. The front rows parted. Staggered away, confusion on their faces. Volunteer? This was a girl from one of the community homes. No relation to the Hacketts, and little to no reason she’d feel the need to replace Marlo. No reason to sign herself to certain death.
The teenager walked forward, back straight and head high. She reached the top of the stairs. Her vision felt tunneled despite her attempted confidence, sunspots dancing in her eyes. She copied Marlo, wiping the sweat from her face in an attempt to look more put together. During this, Falabella had rushed to Marlo, yanking her daughter away from the front and back towards her chair. Clutched her to her midsection.
“Lovely, I don’t believe District 10 has had a volunteer in several years!” Cordelia said, pulling the new tribute towards the microphone. “Please, introduce yourself.”
The girl cleared her throat. Eyes danced to the cameras closest to her, ignoring the harrowed faces across from her. A cold dread seeped into her. The reality of what she’d done sinking in. She stepped closer to the microphone, voice not betraying her nerves.
idyllic (41901 words) by bookishgypsy
Chapters: 5/5
Fandom: Chicago PD (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jay Halstead/Hailey Upton, Jay Halstead & Hailey Upton
Characters: Hailey Upton, Jay Halstead, Kim Burgess, Kevin Atwater, Adam Ruzek, Hank Voight
Summary:
She feels him slipping away from her, but he doesn’t realize how bad it’s got until it might be too late.
summary: When you're a new intern in a new company and Vmin are the CEO's. then what?
pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader x Jimin
rating: 18+
genre: smut.
words: 4904
author's note: i am so excited to finally post this for you guys. i'm really proud of it and can't wait for you guys to read this. apologies for any mistakes or whatsoever. also, i think it's my longest (one chapter) fic (so far) so i can't wait to get any feedback (hope i get some hahah). anyways, hope you guys enjoy it and please, tell me what you think! feedback is always welcome and means a lot 💜
You check yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out to your first day at the new company. You smile at yourself, proud of how that outfit turned out on you, and go.
You get to the company at the same time as some other interns and wait until the CEOs come and present the company and themselves.
The taller one introduced himself as Taehyung and the smaller one as Jimin. You're shocked at how good-looking they are. Them and everyone else around you to be honest.
They guide all of you to the room where you'll be working, an open space with all your desks. Each desk had names and they told everyone to look for their names. You found your desk at the top of the room and you noticed it was just in front of the CEO's office. They let all of you find your desks and asked for each of you to briefly introduce yourselves.
Among everyone, you notice one guy you think is cuter than everyone else and you smile when his eyes lay on you and he smiles back at you.
.
The first weeks of work are pretty good and you like what you do and everyone around you is kind and nice.
You notice multiple times the CEO's eyeing you but you just assume that it's because your desk is the one closest to their office. You didn't want to stress yourself thinking you were doing something wrong and you think that if you were indeed doing something wrong they would tell you directly.
One afternoon, the CEO's called in a meeting and when everyone was there, they announced a party to celebrate the company's anniversary and that it would be on the next Saturday and it would be right there at the company because they had a room they could easily turn into a party room for events like this. They asked for the people who wanted to go to send an email so they could count around how many people would be there.
You all got back to work and you sent the email saying you would go to the party. You thought it would be a good place to get to know everyone a little bit better and even that cute guy you kept exchanging looks and smiles with.
The rest of the week went on pretty fast and before you knew it, Saturday was here.
You didn't know what to wear so you asked for your mom's and your best friend's opinion. Your mom said "something formal" and your best friend said "something sexy". You chuckle at both their answers and go through your clothes.
The only clothing you think it's good for the occasion is a red dress, which is tight to your body but not too sexy.
After eating something, you go take a shower and get ready. Before you leave, you grab your long black jacket, put on your favorite boots, and go.
You get there and the two CEOs are at the door with their assistant, who was checking everyone on his list.
Two other colleagues are also at the door so you wait for your turn. When they go in, you get closer and greet the CEOs and their assistant.
- Miss Y/N. Welcome. - Jimin says smiling.
- Thank you. - You say, smiling back. They both looked at their assistant who was searching for your name on the list and when he found it, he nodded and smiled.
- All right, you can leave your jacket with Ji-Hoon. - Taehyung says pointing to the assistant. - He will take it to your desk so when you feel like going home you just have to go pick it up there and not go looking for it in a pile of jackets or even forget where you put it. - Taehyung explains chuckling at the end. - Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. - He adds whispering, getting closer to you. You notice Jimin rolling his eyes and chuckling and you chuckle too.
You did notice that the people in front of you also gave their jackets to their assistant.
You get a bit embarrassed to take off your jacket in front of them, thinking about the dress you chose to wear. You knew it wasn't too sexy but just the fact that they would see it right there and you were pretty much "stripping" in front of them, put some thoughts in your head and you shook your head and smiled at them, shyly and looking down while taking off your jacket and handing it to their assistant.
Both CEOs glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows, impressed by your look. You don't notice though because you're still looking down.
- Wow Y/N... You look stunning. - Taehyung says and you finally look up and into his eyes. He's smiling and you smile back.
- Thank you. - You whisper. You give a last glance at each of the three men in front of you, smile, and then enter the room.
There are people dancing and having fun, some in little groups drinking together, some enjoying time alone and some at the bar. You choose the bar too and go there and order your favorite drink. You sit and lean against the bar counter with your back while watching people dancing while you enjoy the music and your drink too.
You take the last sip of your drink and turn around to order another and you feel a hand on your shoulder.
- Can I buy you this one? - You turn and see that cute guy smiling softly at you and taking the seat next to you. You smile back at him and nod. - I'm Hyunjin, by the way. - He says in your ear when you both get your drinks.
- Y/N. - You say closer to him too so he could hear over the loud music. He nods, smiling, and takes a sip of his drink. You do the same.
You both start talking and sharing stories, being dangerously close until he asks you to dance. You gladly accept and you both get to the dance floor.
- Can I? - He asks before putting his hands on your waist. You nod and he grabs your waist and you put your arms over his shoulders. Both your gazes are intense on each other but you decide to turn around and dance with your back turned to him and against his chest. Your ass rubbing his crotch. His hands never left your hips, pulling you even closer to him.
Across the room, in the VIP area, you notice both CEOs staring at you and they don't even bother to look away when your gazes meet and they even smirk at you and look at your body moving. You can't help but smile and then look away and keep dancing.
You weren't drunk, not even close, but you sure were all loosened up. You keep dancing and glancing at the CEOs, who don't look away from your body moving and their smirks never leave their faces either. One time you catch Jimin talking to Taehyung while pointing at you and then he winks at you.
After a few songs, you glance at the VIP area again but they're not there anymore. You turn to face Hyunjin and dance with him a little bit more and then you both decide to stop and go sit, already tired but happy. He asks for a bottle of water and shares it with you.
You keep searching for the CEOs across the room but there's no sign of them. Somehow, you feel a bit disappointed but at the same time, you're not sure you want to get involved with co-workers, let a less the CEOs.
You keep talking to Hyunjin for some time and you notice that it's so easy for both of you to just talk for hours and hours. He never stops flirting with you and you end up exchanging phone numbers and then you decide to leave. He says he's going to stay a bit more and kisses you goodbye at the corner of your lips. You smile at him, thinking about how nice and cute he is, and say goodbye.
You find Ji-Hoon still near the entrance and you smile at him. He smiles back at you but then stops you.
- Don't forget your jacket. - He says seeing you don't have it with you. You look at him with your eyes wide open.
- Oh my God, yes. Thank you so much for reminding me! - You thank him and head to your desk. You notice almost everyone's jackets are still there so you think you're probably one of the first people to leave. You get to your desk and there's a note over your jacket.
"Come to our office as soon as you read this. Your CEOs." - The note said. You freeze with the note in your hand and your eyes wide open. Your first and only thought is that you're going to get fired for flirting with them and they were just testing you when you were on the dancefloor.
- Fuck. - You whisper and turn around, to face their office. You take a deep breath and walk towards the door, knocking softly. You notice all the blinds are closed so you can't even see if they're inside.
- Who is it? - Taehyung's low voice makes you shiver and you gulp before saying your name.
- Y/N. - You say. The door opens right away and you see both CEOs smiling at you and gesturing you to enter. Why are they smiling is the first question in your head. You try to smile back and enter, looking down. Taehyung closes the door and you hear it lock. You gulp again and glance up at them and they're both smirking now. Taehyung turns to look through the blinds and then turns back to you.
- Do you know why you're here? - He asks you and you shake your head, still looking down.
- You can look at us, love. And use your words. - Jimin says. Love? You think to yourself and you can't understand what the fuck is going on. You look up at them.
- No. I don't know why I'm here. - You say. They glance at each other and smile.
- Did you enjoy dancing? - Taehyung simply asks. You look up at him, trying to figure out if it was a serious question or a test. You hesitantly nod and look down again. - Words, Y/N. - Taehyung says and comes closer to you, lifting your head, with his long indicative finger on your chin.
- Y-Yes. - You simply say.
- Well... We enjoyed watching you dance. - Jimin says getting closer to you too. A smile appears on your face but you make it disappear right away but they still notice it.
- You like that idea, don't you? - Jimin asks.
- You liked having us watching you move this body of yours? - Taehyung asks and softly passes his fingers down your arm.
Once you figured they were not going to fire you, you take a step back and lean against the edge of one of their desks and put your hand on your chest, taking a long sigh.
- I thought you guys were going to fire me. - You let out and chuckle.
- Why would we do that? - Jimin asks, also chuckling.
- Well... - You say. - You know...
- No, we don't. - Jimin says coming closer to you again, smirking.
- Ugh. - You roll your eyes, smiling. - Well, for flirting with the CEOs, obviously. - You finally say.
- To be honest, you had our attention since you introduced yourself. - Taehyung admits and gets closer too.
They both press their bodies against yours, pressing you back against the desk.
- We just needed the confirmation that we got yours as well. - Jimin completed Taehyung's sentence. Taehyung caresses your face and you gently grab his wrist.
- How could I not? I mean, look at you guys. - You say letting go of Taehyung's wrist and caressing his face. Then, you turn to look at Jimin and caress his face too, with your other hand. - You are one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. - You admit to them. They both smile and glance at each other. Jimin caresses Taehyung's face.
- He is the most gorgeous though. - He says and looks at Taehyung's lips.
You were going to say that they were equally gorgeous but Taehyung kissed Jimin and an "oh" was the only thing that came out of your mouth. You watch them make out in front of you, pleased with the view, till they part from the kiss and turn their faces to look at you.
- I can let you guys alone if you want. - You tease them, putting your hands in the air and trying to escape but their bodies were still pressing you against the desk.
- We can do this anytime love, we live together. - Jimin says, smirking.
- But not with you though. So we better enjoy it while we can. - Taehyung adds as he takes your hand and kisses it. - Is this okay? - He asks, with your hand still near his lips, and you nod. - Words, sweetheart.
- Yes, yes, totally okay. - You quickly say and he smiles and keeps on kissing your hand, going up to your wrist and arm.
You were going to say that they could do this whenever they wanted with you too but Taehyung's lips on your skin erased any other thought in your head.
You take a deep breath and don't even get to finish breathing out as Jimin grabs your chin with his fingers and kisses you. He's not gentle and his tongue parts your lips and starts to explore your mouth right away. Your free hand goes to Jimin's hair and you pull it, pulling him closer to you and making him smile through the kiss.
Taehyung reaches your shoulder and gently licks on your collarbone up to your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Jimin's mouth. Taehyung reaches your jaw and takes your hair, on the back of your head, into his fist.
- Jimin-ah... - He whispers. Jimin parts from the kiss and Taehyung captures your lips right away, not letting you the time to properly breathe between the kisses.
- She's such a good kisser. - Jimin whispers and starts kissing your neck, slowly and gently, the complete opposite of how he was kissing your lips just seconds ago. He keeps going down your shoulder, leaving soft and gentle kisses, and then gently takes off your dress strap, letting it fall down your arm.
Taehyung parts from the kiss and licks your bottom lip looking straight into your eyes.
- Yes, she is. - He says smirking. - I wonder what else she can do with her pretty mouth. - He adds and passes his thumb over your lips. You lick his finger, never taking your eyes off of his and smirking too. He smiles and grabs your thigh and pushes Jimin to take the other thigh too, pulling you up and sitting you on the desk and you wrap your legs around his waist.
- Hey!! - Jimin complains but smiles.
- Sorry babe. - Taehyung says. - She's a teaser. - He adds, never looking away from your eyes either.
- Oh, is that right? - Jimin asks going to the other side of the desk to be behind you. He takes a fist of your hair and pulls you back, making you fall back on your elbows. - What If we're teasers too? - He whispers in your ear and then places a soft kiss on your neck. Taehyung held on to your thighs while Jimin took the other strap of your dress down to your arm with his teeth.
You close your eyes and bit your lower lip, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter at every touch and you want to close your legs but forget they are around Taehyung so you just pull him even closer and he lets himself over you, joining Jimin, on the other side of your neck, and at the same time he pushes your dress up your thighs, exposing your lower parts.
- Try to keep her quiet, Jimin-ah. - Taehyung says and gets down on his knees and in between your legs. He pulls your panties down and gently kisses the inside of your thighs and then places a gentle and slow kiss on your clit, making you shiver and let out a moan.
- Shh love, you have to be quiet in case someone comes to grab their jackets. - Jimin says in your ear and then pushes your dress down to expose your nipples. - Damn. - He lets out and grabs one of your breasts into his hand, massaging it a bit, and then starts to play with your nipple. You arch your back and let yourself fall back completely on the desk. He takes the opportunity and reaches for your other nipple with his mouth, starting to play with it with his tongue, and keeps playing with the other with his fingers.
In between all this, Taehyung had started to play around with your clit and savoring your juices, and then, out of nowhere and without any warning, he pushes two fingers into you, making you scream out in pleasure. You can feel him smile against your clit.
You're overwhelmed with pleasure. Having both their tongues on you and Taehyung's long fingers thrusting in and out of you is driving you insane and you can't even focus on your breathing or moans anymore.
In between Taehyung on your lower parts and Jimin on your nipples, you don't last long and cum, moaning loudly, forcing Jimin to put his free hand over your mouth.
They both let you come down from your high and catch your breath and when you open your eyes, they're both smiling down at you.
- Wow... - You let out. - You both sure know what to do with your mouths. - You add and laugh.
- The question is... Do you? - Taehyung asks, smirking and pulling you up so you're sitting on the edge of the desk again, with your legs parted and him standing in between them. He kisses you roughly and Jimin gets beside him and starts to kiss your neck and caress your nipples again. You moan as you feel his touch on your sensitive nipples.
- Taehyung-ah... Leave some fun for me too. - Jimin says and Taehyung parts from the kiss and smiles at Jimin, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Jimin grabs the back of his neck and you see his tongue entering Taehyung's mouth into a deep kiss.
- Oh she tastes good. - Jimin says after parting from the kiss and licking his lips.
- So good. - Taehyung says also licking his lips. - Oh, and I want her mouth on me. - He whispers in Jimin's ear, making him smile.
- Sure. I'll gladly take her pussy. - He says getting in between your legs to take Taehyung's place and grabbing you by the waist. He kisses you roughly too and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him more into the kiss and then you gently bite down on his lower lip.
Taehyung watches the both of you while starting to touch himself. Jimin finally parts from the kiss.
- So, how do you want to do this, Tae? - He asks still staring into your eyes and smirking. Taehyung is behind him and staring into your eyes as well.
- I'll go first and we save the best for last? - He says sounding like a question, so Jimin can agree or disagree, leaving a kiss on Jimin's neck. Jimin can't help but smile, agreeing with what Taehyung had in mind, and then he helps you on your feet.
Taehyung goes to sit on a big chair, at the corner of the office, with his legs opened, smirking at you. Jimin gestures you to go to him. You go and kneel before Taehyung, in between his legs, and start to unbutton his pants and push them down with his boxers. You gulp watching the size of his cock in front of you and wonder how you'll be able to put all of it in your mouth to give him proper pleasure. You hear Jimin chuckle behind you.
- I'm sure you'll be fine. - He says as if he had just read your mind. Taehyung chuckles too and you smile, shaking your head.
You finally take his cock into your hands and put it in your mouth. You look up at him and he had closed his eyes and grabbed both arms of the chair, tightly.
- Oh fuck!! - He says when you take him all in your mouth and start to play around with your tongue and also take action on his balls with one of your hands.
You keep going and feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm so you speed up your pace. He starts to moan louder and you suddenly hear voices outside the office and look up at him, with your eyes wide open. He looks down at you, with a piercing look and bitting on his lower lip to hold back his moans, and puts his hand on your hair, obviously telling you to not stop at this point. You keep your pace and get even more excited thinking he will have to control his moans through the orgasm so whoever's out there won't hear him.
Suddenly you see Jimin kiss him and suppress the moans that come out of his mouth as he cums into your mouth. You swallow what you can and the rest drools off your mouth and to the floor.
- Damn, that was so fucking good. - He praises you after catching his breath, looking down at you, and smiling. - So I guess you're pretty good with your mouth too. - He says and you both chuckle and then he turns to Jimin, who is still beside the big chair where he's sitting. - Thanks, babe. - He says and they both smile at each other.
- It's okay. I know you couldn't stop at that point. - Jimin says and caresses Taehyung's face and then gives him a slow and gentle kiss on the lips.
You look at them fondly. You notice that they know each other better than anyone else, even in these situations. Then, they both turn to look at you.
- She's all yours now, Jiminie. - Taehyung says getting up and grabbing some tissues to clean himself. Jimin smiles at you and stretches his hand to help you on your feet again.
- Ready for me to ruin you now? - He asks against your lips, pulling you closer by the waist. You gulp but smile.
- Give me your best. - You tease him, making him bite on his lower lip, and Taehyung chuckles, finishing cleaning himself.
- Remember you asked for it, love. - Jimin simply says before picking you up by your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and pushing you against the wall, kissing you roughly. You moan when you hit the wall with your back.
He was an animal in bed and you could already tell just by the few times he kissed you tonight, always so rough.
He parts from the kiss and goes down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites along with it and marking you in some spots. His hands were all over your body but mostly on your ass, squeezing it and pushing you more into him as he moved and rolled his hips against you.
You could barely keep up with the pleasure so you just let your head fall back against the wall and let your hands on his hair. You moan at all his actions on your body and pull his hair.
He finally stops kissing your body and looks at you. You look down at him and you swear you could come right there with the way he looks right now. His hair is a mess, eyes half shut, and his pillow lips all red from the use on your neck.
- Fuck. - You can't help but let out, your breathing already heavy again,
making him smile.
- I'm just getting started, babe. - He says and you smile back at him. He grabs you by your thighs and spins around to lay you on the desk again. He unbuttons his pants and pushes them down with his boxers too. Taehyung gets behind you on the other side of the desk and kisses your ear.
- I'm here to support you because I know what comes next. - He whispers and looks at Jimin and his cock. He sits on the desk and lays your head on his thigh, caressing your face. You were about to say something but Jimin thrusts into you, in one hard thrust, making you scream and pushing the desk a bit further as well.
- Oh boy. - Taehyung says and looks at Jimin, smiling. Jimin winks at him.
- She asked for it. - Jimin says. He gives you some time to adjust but then starts to thrust into you, mercilessly, holding you by your hips, sure leaving a mark there from the strength with which he's holding you. You can't control your moans and they're getting louder every time so Taehyung kisses you. Jimin moans too but bites on his lower lip to prevent himself from being too loud.
His hips roll perfectly so that he fucks you at a steady and perfect pace to help you reach your second orgasm of the night. You try to roll your hips to match his movements but he holds you steady, making you understand that he wants to be the one controlling the movements and do all the work himself. You put one hand on his wrist and the other on Taehyung's arm, squeezing tightly.
Jimin keeps thrusting into you mercilessly and you can't even think straight or kiss Taehyung back properly. Your whole body is shivering and you're getting closer and closer to your orgasm and can't control your body anymore.
- Tae... - Jimin manages to let out after a bit. You can't even process why Jimin called Taehyung, you just feel Taehyung's fingers on your clit, and your whole body shivers. You can feel your second orgasm closer and closer and continue to moan into Taehyung's mouth, making him smile against your lips. You feel Jimin cum inside you and allow yourself to cum as well, screaming, with Taehyung still trying to suppress your loud noises, and burying your nails on Taehyung's arm and Jimin's wrist.
Both you and Jimin catch your breaths and then he pulls you by your thighs, allowing you to sit on the edge of the desk, yet again, facing him.
- How did you like that? - He asks and kisses you and when he parts from the kiss, Taehyung is behind him, with his arms around Jimin's neck, and his chin on his shoulder. You chuckle.
- I... - You start but then stop yourself. The truth is that no one ever fucked you like that before but you don't want to tell him that.
- You? - Jimin asks. - Be honest, obviously. Even If I wasn't that good. - He says and Taehyung chuckles rolling his eyes.
- As If it was even possible... - You hear him say under his breath. You smile and look back at Jimin.
- If I'm being honest, I loved it... It was perfect. You were perfect. - You say and a smile comes to Jimin's face. - I didn't want to tell you this but no one ever gave it to me like that. - You finally admit.
- Oh good. So you're up for a next time? - He asks and you open your eyes wide open. He chuckles. - Yes, you heard me. I still want to have a taste of that pretty mouth on me. And I also want to taste you. - He adds and looks down at your lower parts.
- And I still want to fuck that pussy of yours. - Taehyung adds from behind Jimin.
You just think to yourself how dirty they are and smile.
- You already know we need your words, love. - Taehyung says.
- Oh... - You let out. - Yes, of course, totally fine by me. - You say before your brain can even process that they're actually your bosses and that you will have to encounter them literally every day at work. They both smile at you and Jimin pecks your lips and Taehyung does the same.
- Come on, we'll take you home. - Jimin says, starting to get dressed and straighten himself and his clothes. Taehyung does the same and you do too. You search for your phone to look at your face, you know your make-up must be all over the place. They notice and Jimin goes grabs some wet wipes and Taehyung cleans your face.
- Thanks. - You say.
They get you home and each kisses you goodbye before leaving.
- Next time we'll give you our address so we can be comfier and don't have to worry about the noise. - Jimin says, winking at you. You smile and bite your lip. Taehyung puts his thumb over your lips.
- Can't wait for next time, babe. - He whispers and then smiles and they both turn around to go home.
You're left all alone at your doorstep, smiling and looking at them walk back to their car. The truth is, you had one of the best nights and orgasms of your life and can't wait to repeat it.
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