college!au, love at first sight, elegant reader, self loathing, angst, smut?¿ ( tell me which u prefer, with or without smut) stranger to lover.
♤; fluff, ♧;angst ♢;smut?¿ ☆;humour
✰summary: it's been a while since you had ur last relationship. its all because your past relationship traumatized you and decided to take a break from giving your heart to anybody. not until your plan was totally ruin by your bestie, lee donghyuck who one day, out of the blue introduce you to a tall, sweet and gigantic man. a sudden caring nature came to your life and makes it very confusing and hard for you.
a/n : this is my first ever au that i have written here on tumblr. it may be poorly written but i wish its just my feeling~ i don't know whether i want to write smut or not i'm still dwelling on it but any suggestion is fine !
playing : treehouse - alex g
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“you know, i really do appreciate your sweet gesture and every effort you’ve put.” You inch closer to him, tiptoeing to his ear and say breathily, “i’m actually a very insatiable women and would prefer a chase and catch kind of game but if you insist, see you tonight.” you end the conversation by holding onto his chest and nibbled on his ear. Lucas stood there blushing hard and everything feels hot that moment. He watch you walk away. But something in his mind must’ve snap, he chase you and turn you around towards him. Body flush against each other, “you’re the one who initiate the game, make sure you aren’t the one to back off.”
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“stop” you say to lucas staring at his eyes. He back off from you, tilting his head and give you a pout. “ i’m sorry if i make you uncomfortable, please i’m so sorry.” He says, pleading to you for your forgiveness. You stroke his cheek and give him a small smile. “i want to leave.” “what do you mean you want to leave” he looks at you full of concern and love. “i want to leave this game.”
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Part of the playlist series!
Genre: smut, fluff, some angst but not really
Pairing: college!au, brother’s best friend au, badboy!lucas x f reader
Word count: 12k
Synopsis: You’re Mark’s little sister, Lucas’ best friend. With a reputation like his, it’s only natural he wouldn’t want to get involved with you, the innocent girl he’d do anything for to protect. He would ruin you, but maybe you wanted to be corrupted by him.
Warnings: corruption kink, smoking, alcohol, swearing, tattoos, mild invasion of personal space, smut, protected sex, oral, semi-public sex, loss of virginity, use of “princess” and “baby” a bit too much
Inspired by the song "Angels Like You” by Miley Cyrus
i don’t know why but i was listening to Harry Styles’ entire discography for a majority of my time writing this.
All his life, Lucas knew there was something wrong with him. Not physically or mentally, no. Just a little nagging part of him that, no matter how hard he resisted, always managed to overtake the sensible side of him. He was his own worst enemy.
His fists stayed busy and his chest burned with every drop of alcohol or puff of smoke, all to dull the pain he felt somewhere far deeper than the surface of physical harm. His skin was inked to cope with every heartbreak, a tattooed masterpiece of disappointment and ruined expectations. But life can never be perfect, no one can have everything they desire. Lucas traded attentional satisfaction for the care he really needed. He’ll always be in the center of a crowd of people who know nothing more than his name.
It wasn’t uncommon for people to wonder how he managed to befriend the carefree, humorous Mark Lee, but sometimes opposites attract. In many ways they both needed each other to survive the cruel demands adolescent society imposed on them.
Mark was your older brother by exactly 22 months. Unfortunately, as you would often say. But all jokes aside, he was a good brother who always cared about you. Teased and annoyed you whenever he could, yes, but that’s just what brothers do. What they don’t do, though, is tell their sister that they have a hot new college best friend.
Initially, you were excited to move in with your brother. His old roommate, Taeil, graduated last year leaving his old room to you. But it proved to be a lot harder than you had anticipated, and it was silly of you to think so optimistically.
“Mark, I swear, if I see your dirty laundry on the bathroom floor again I’m going to burn whatever’s there!” you shouted from the first floor, up to the loft area where your bedrooms were located. You did not need his sweat-infused clothes stinking up the entire home.
But, in typical brotherly fashion, he completely ignored you and you received no response. You sighed, flipping off nothing but innocent air as you head to the kitchen to grab your abandoned cup of coffee. You nearly dropped it a second later from the booming voice entering through your doorway.
“Honey! I’m home!” someone cheered exaggeratedly, bursting in like they lived here. Was there another roommate that Mark didn’t tell you about?
A boy came walking in, tall with tattoos covering the expanse of his arms. He let the door shut behind him, took off his shoes, and ran his hands through his hair before he looked up and made eye contact with you. Finally, he realized you were there.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know Mark had company,”
“That’s my sister you dumbass, I literally told you she was moving in today,” your brother snapped, walking down the spiral staircase down from the loft where the bedrooms were. “You were probably too fucking high to remember,”
“Not true,” the boy defended, walking up to the kitchen island you were sitting at and leaning forward on his arms. “I’m Lucas,”
There was a certain aura exuding off this man that you couldn’t quite place, but in all honesty, it intimidated you. He intimidated you. You waved at him shyly, giving your name and nothing else. Lucas stared at you unemotionally for a second longer, before humming to himself and leaving you to walk up to your brother.
“You didn’t forget about tonight, did you?” he asked, and Mark shook his head.
“How could I forget about the first party of the year?” Mark scoffed, dismissing his friend and spoke to you. “Sorry about him, he doesn’t actually live here. He just knows the passcode,” you nodded your head in understanding, but you had lingering curiosity in you.
“So there’s a party tonight?” you wondered.
“Yeah, and you’re coming,” Mark responded, making your eyes widen at him. Wait, you didn’t ask because you wanted to go. You were just trying to keep the conversation going. “Don’t make that face at me, this is your opportunity of a lifetime! It’s time for your college debut as Mark’s sister,”
“Oh please,” Lucas said, and you both looked over at him slumped against the cushions of your couch. “Don’t be so full of yourself,”
“Yeah, yeah. Be ready in 30,”
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You emerged out of your room at the designated time, heading downstairs to find Lucas in his same exact spot, and Mark was nowhere to be found. He didn’t hear you come down at first, and you stood silently for a second, debating whether you should say anything. He was scrolling on his phone, and with the opportunity to study him, you truly noticed how good looking he was.
“Are you just going to keep standing there?” Lucas asked, glancing up from his phone, his eyes immediately landing on you. “I don’t bite,”
You had a feeling that was a lie.
“Uh, where’s Mark?” you asked, trying to force down the blush creeping up your neck. That was embarrassing.
“He went to go get Yuna. She lives down the hall,” he replied, locking his phone and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His stare was strong and had a certain weight to it, crushing down on you.
“Are they dating?” you knew that you should have probably known if your own brother had a girlfriend or not, but the two years that Mark was up in college meant a lot of time spent with little interaction. In that time you had become unacquainted with the happenings of his social and personal life, and you hoped that moving in with him would rekindle the sibling relationship that you two used to have.
“Not really. He likes her, though,” Just then, the padlock made its usual beeping sound and in walked Mark followed by a beautiful girl with a bright smile. You were glad they entered when they did, the conversation with Lucas starting to become unbearably awkward.
Yuna walked in comfortably, giving Lucas a small wave before you caught her eye. She introduced herself to you, grabbing your hand warmly. You could see why your brother liked her, she was both gorgeous, and kindly sociable. You talked to her for a bit, discussing what you were going to be majoring in and such, before it was announced that the four of you were going to leave. You were nervous, but it seemed like you were in good company.
So good, that upon arriving at the party venue, it seemed as if everyone there knew the three of them.
“Ayo, Mark!” a boy called from near the abundance of coolers, his shirt unbuttoned and a drink already in hand. Mark and Lucas head over to him, greeting a group of boys, and Yuna took it upon herself to take you under her wing. She didn’t seem to have anyone who she was concrete friends with, but instead she greeted everyone in an acquainted manner, introducing you to them as Mark’s sister, Y/n. Apparently, the prefacing label was a big deal to them, and soon word was going around that Mark had a little sister, and she showed up looking good.
“So, how did you meet my brother?” you asked Yuna, finding yourself becoming more comfortable talking to her. She seemed like someone you could truly become good friends with, if given the chance.
“Well, we live in the same apartment complex, and we just naturally got close,” she explained. The two of you were sitting next to each other, on one of the small benches surrounding the large bonfire pit in the center, watching the boys play sand volleyball, which was really just them playfully wrestling each other for the ball even if they were on the same team. You had learned some of the names of their friends, but it was hard for you to keep track with the sheer amount of them.
Your conversation fell silent for a brief moment, and your eyes naturally gravitated toward the boy you had yet to grow accustomed to. At some point, Lucas had tossed his shirt to the side and was now showcasing his lean torso.
“And what about Lucas? How did him and Mark become friends?” you asked Yuna, turning to her and seeing her mood shift. A small smile blessed her lips, and she chuckled to herself.
“I’m not quite sure, but they’re really close. They’re like soulmates, those two. Can I let you in on a little secret?” she asked, and your ears perked in interest, nodding your head.
“I might have a little crush on Lucas,”
You swallowed the gasp that almost escaped you. You tried to keep your facial expression neutral, her confession feeling like a punch in your gut. Didn’t Lucas say Mark liked Yuna? Talk about a love triangle.
“Oh,” you replied, a short response. You didn’t say anything about it afterwards, the burden of knowledge making it hard for you to speak on the topic. You felt bad for your brother, but there was another part of you that struggled with the information as well. You couldn’t quite place it.
“I don’t know how to go about anything with that boy, though. He’s not necessarily the most approachable person, if you haven’t noticed,” Yuna continued, her eyes fondly trailing Lucas as he cheered over the point his team had just won.
“Yuna!” someone called from behind where the two of you were sitting, and Yuna apologetically smiled at you and she promised to be back soon. She walked away, and right as she did, someone took her spot.
“Hey beautiful,” the man said, and you looked over at him uncomfortably. You could smell the alcohol on him, but you were too lost for words to ask him to leave, so instead you just politely nodded at him and looked at the sand beneath your feet.
“Not much of a talker, are you?” he asked, taking another swig from the beer bottle in his hand. You still didn’t respond, and he chuckled lowly beside you. There was nothing going through your head. No means to escape, nothing to say to ask him to leave, and you wished you had more self advocacy. You glanced down and watched as his hand was reaching out for your leg, when someone interrupted.
"Time to leave, buddy," you looked up at the voice, and was both surprised yet relieved to see that someone had come to your rescue. Your eyes met Lucas' steely ones, and his expression was unreadable, yet annoyance oozed out of his tone as he spoke again. "And don't fucking touch her,"
"Hey, hey. Relax, we were just having a nice conversation," the man said, throwing his hands up in a surrendering position. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, though, as he watched the boy in front of him progressively lose his patience. This was all a fun, entertaining game for him. "Right, babe?"
One second the drunken man was beside you, the next he was being pulled up by his collar. It seemed like the party had finally taken notice, everyone watching as Lucas, infamous for being non-confrontational, was looking ready to punch his face in.
Normally, he couldn't be bothered by the average dumbass at a party, but here he was, inserting himself into a situation he wasn't a part of whatsoever. He was face to face with the man, his brows furrowed and it took little effort for him to hold the shorter man up on his toes.
"Leave," there was nothing left to be said, and the guests were silent as the man scoffed obnoxiously, yet walked away all the same. You continued to stare at Lucas with a look of bewilderment.
"Thank you," you said, letting him reel you in with the eye contact you began to think was a charming point of his. There was nothing that could help you escape the depth of his eyes, even if the world crumbled around you. But something was different, as if there was a shift in the way he looked at you. There was something there that wasn't present before, and something that had left. He nodded at you, his jaw clenching into a blade illuminated in the burning light of the fire behind him, but he left without a word.
A lot of speculations could be made from that interaction, and it was likely that none of them were true, but people believed whatever they wanted to. And right now, it wasn't hard to convince themselves that something was going on between Mark Lee's best friend, and Mark Lee's sister.
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After just one night, you had become a hot topic with anyone who knew someone that was at the party the day before. Lucas was already a talking point all on his own, and now there was finally someone in his previously empty picture. The secrecy of everything concerning him was what drew so many people in, and finally, after two years, there was something to feed the insatiable hunger everyone craved. Lucas Wong saved you, and apparently it was a big fucking deal. Girls asked one another what it was about you that was so special, while boys snuck glances at each other as if they knew exactly why. All the attention did nothing to curve your shy personality.
For you, while it was clear you had no idea where Lucas stood on this situation, you didn't even know how you felt about it yourself. In one sense, it was pleasantly foreign to have the spotlight on you, but at the same time, you barely knew the guy, and it seemed like no one else did either.
For nearly a week, you didn't catch sight of the boy whose name seemed to follow yours in everyone else's sentences. You didn't know him well enough for there to be a void with his absence, but Mark couldn't say the same.
"Why has he been so flakey lately?" he sighed, hanging up the same voicemail he'd been hearing for days. You avoided looking anywhere near him, knowing there was a big fat elephant in the room. Mark ran his hand through his hair, glancing over at you.
"Look, I know what everyone's been saying, but we both know it's not true, and that's all that matters. Don't feel like you have to hide behind a rumor," you knew he was right, and while you appreciated his advice, it was always easier for you to give in to the shadows. Not everyone could be complacent like him, even his own sister.
Mark could still see the doubt in your face, and he sighed for the umpteenth time that week.
"Do you want to come with me? The boys are meeting up at the freshmen's place," you finally looked over at him, seeing the comforting look on his face. You knew he was trying his best to help you out, which is what prompted you to agree. You might not have wanted to, but you knew you didn't have the freedom to be your old self anymore. It was time for you to break out of your shell.
The house was somewhat big, and Mark explained to you that all the boys in the house were in the same year as you, but they knew some of the older boys from high school, inserting themselves into the friend group. As you followed him up the pathway and to the front door, you thought your heart might explode.
The door swung open, and you recognized the boy from the party last weekend.
"Renjun!" Mark cheered, pulling him into a man-hug. The boy waved at you, an unassuming smile on his face. Maybe you were worrying for nothing.
You walked in, observing the simple house silently, feeling a bit out of place as everyone greeted your brother while you stood next to him. Be social, Y/n. Socializing is key.
You didn't even manage to get a word out before someone walked in and the entire group exploded.
"Well look who actually showed up,"
Lucas closed the door behind him, chuckling at the outburst he caused from his mere presence. Turning to look at him, immediately you noticed that there was something that seemed a little different about him, but you didn't know exactly what had changed.
It was more of a chill, calm get-together rather than a party, just a group of friends all hanging out together. It was a bit unnerving that you were the only girl, and you wished you had brought Yuna along, but no one really seemed to care all that much.
There seemed to be two unspoken requirements to fit in with the group. One, you had to be undoubtedly attractive, and two, you had to have a personality. There were a lot of variations to the second rule. There were less of them than there were at the beach, and it gave you a better chance to get to know a few of them on a more personable level. You found that they made it easy to loosen up around them. You were particularly comfortable around the ones in the same year as you, you and Donghyuck trading banter as you utilized the witty skills you'd developed over years of surviving in the same household as Mark. Jeno laughed hysterically at nearly every response you gave.
You were so preoccupied arguing with the boys about which breed of dog looked most like each boy, that you didn't notice a certain someone slipping away from the congregation room, even when you walked away to find the bathroom Jaemin had only given you vague directions to.
You searched through the doors through the first floor, and you finally stumbled upon the bathroom, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the door to an invasion of smoke. Your first instinct was to think the house was on fire, but you realized someone was in there, none other than Lucas. Predictable.
The cigarette dangled from his fingers lazily, and he didn't even flinch when you unexpectedly burst through the door. He was leaning back against the sink, and he didn't bother to glance at you.
"Oh, sorry. I'll leave--"
"No need, I'm getting out," he interrupted. You watched his long strands of hair fall over his eyebrows as he looked down to put the bud out on the bottom of his shoe, throwing it into the small metal trash can beside him. For the first time since you met Lucas, you noticed he wasn’t trying to meet your eyes. Somehow, it seemed like he was shy in his own minuscule way, or rather, not as bold as he usually seemed.
You remembered thinking that something seemed just a bit off about him earlier that night, and like always, the longer you observed him the more you could see. He was like an intricate painting, with more to discover and unearth with every proper look. Up close, you could see the subtle bags under his eyes, the droop in his shoulders, and the slowness of his movements. He moved to walk past you, but you grabbed onto his arm with an abruptness that surprised even you. His arm in your grip tensed, and he snapped his head to you in mild confusion. You mustered up all your courage just to speak, but you found most of your motivation from your concern.
"A-are you feeling alright? You don't look too well," He said nothing, the thick layer of silence ringing inside of your head. It went on for so long that you almost opened your mouth again to apologize until he finally replied.
"I'm fine,"
And with that, he removed his forearm and walked out briskly. He didn't go back to his friends, simply walking out the door without so much as a goodbye, got in his car, and drove away. The radio was turned off, the air condition was blasting, and Lucas pretended not to notice the tremble in his hands. He ignored the simple fact of what had just happened.
You were the first person to ask how he was doing. Not what he was doing, not who he was doing, you wanted to know if he was feeling okay. You did something no one else had before. You saw straight through him.
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When you had emerged back from the bathroom, you immediately identified the missing person who seemingly left. You couldn't say you were surprised, but you were admittedly a bit disappointed. Clearly he had lied to you, but maybe it wasn't your place to ask such a question in the first place. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were in no position to care about a guy you just met.
And you thought that would be enough confrontation to last you a good month or so, until you sat in the passenger's seat of Mark's car and was thrown another curveball.
"Why did Lucas leave like that?" your brother asked, not even turning the engine on. He just sat there, staring straight forward at the wheel in front of him. Your breath snagged in your throat, being thrown completely off guard.
"I don't know,"
"Come on, sis. I know you two must have ran into each other. Don't you think I deserve to know?" He was right, of course, and you knew in reality nothing really came out of the interaction, so why were you so hesitant to say anything to him?
"I don't know what you're expecting me to say, but nothing happened. He was in the bathroom when I opened the door, he walked out, and I didn't know he left the house until I came back out," A small part of you was annoyed that you even had to explain yourself to him. "So if you want to know why he left, you can go and ask Lucas yourself,"
Mark was silent for a moment, as if debating between trusting your word or not.
"You know, I don't want you to think I'm judging you, because I'm not. If you say nothing happened, then I believe you. The only reason I'm asking is because I care, Y/n,”
He rested his head on the back of his seat, settling something within himself.
“I know he’s my best friend, and I love him like a brother, but at the end of the day, he’s not. He’s not my brother, you’re my sister, and that means I have to start learning how to remember that sometimes. This is me remembering, right now.” He looked over at you, for the first time since he started the conversation, the look on his face more serious than you’d ever seen it in your entire life. Gone was the normal, happy, laughing Mark. This was a part of him that hadn’t appeared until now.
“Lucas isn’t right for you, Y/n. I don’t know if you need to hear that or not, I don’t know if there really is absolutely nothing going on, but he just can’t. He can’t be the one for you. And I know how everyone else idolizes him, they put him up on this big fucking pedastal and somehow erases all other aspects of him, but I know him too well. I’ll always see him as a good friend, but I just couldn’t sit by if he pursued my little sister. Promise you won’t involve yourself with him,”
“Okay, Mark. Okay,” you whispered, getting the message. The car was started and you finally started heading home, but it was silent the entire time, neither of you having anything else to say. You were left to your conflicting thoughts, trying to erase any ounce of infatuation you may have initially had. If only it was as easy as it sounds.
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You couldn’t miss the staggering amount of dirty looks you received throughout just one day on campus. It was bad enough that you were associated with Lucas, but now you were parading around with his friends, too. And if you didn’t have a big fat crush on the notorious bad boy, you liked one of his many, many friends. It didn’t blow over very well with the female student body.
“I just don’t understand why I’m the bad guy,” you complained, stirring your coffee miserably. You were seated in the campus cafe with your usual companions, Jeno, Jaemin and Donghyuck, and they only looked at your tortured state with amused expressions.
“It’s the curse of having handsome friends,” Donghyuck boasted, making a cocky face.
“I do? I don’t see them,” you made a show of searching the restaurant around you, cracking their egos just a bit. But not enough, because all of you knew you were lying.
Jeno heaved a big sigh next to you, and everyone turned to the boy as he stared down at his phone.
“Uh, what’s wrong?” Jaemin asked, treading into the world of boyish angst.
“It’s pineapple,” Jeno replied, and his two friends gave understanding nods. You looked around at the three of them confusedly, laughing outright.
“You guys have code names? What is this, middle school?”
“Hey! Don’t judge us. We never know who may be listening,” Jeno defended, but his cheeks were slightly tinged with pink. He looked around, dramatically searching the premises, before motioning everyone to lean in close so he could whisper. “Lina’s back seeing that stupid guy, you know, the one with the crusty hair. Rumor has it she’s going to be at the party tomorrow,”
It truly amazed you how these boys could go to parties every single weekend, the four of you only two months into college and they had already adopted the college party lifestyle. You couldn’t say the same yourself, claiming more rainchecks than attendances.
Donghyuck and Jaemin looked at each other for a split second, a silent conversation happening between the two, before they turned back.
“We have a plan,” Donghyuck stated, an excited grin on his face. “You need to make her jealous,”
“And how exactly would I do that?” Jeno asked, looking at his friends blankly.
“Ah, must you be so incredibly dense?” Jaemin sighed, speaking to his friend in a slow, baby-addressing tone. “Get a girl, act like you’re okay without pineapple, make her realize the mistake she made, problem solved!”
“Who should it be, though? Any girl I ask would probably get too into it,” Jeno reasoned, and you nodded your head in agreement. You didn’t expect the two boys in front of you to slowly turn their heads towards you.
“Me?” You must’ve been too loud, because the three shushed you like you were still in a bubble of confidentiality. You rolled your eyes, bringing your voice down to a whisper again. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I don’t necessarily have, how do I say this, the skills to do this,”
“Oh please,” Jaemin scoffed, looking over at you. “You’re the ‘it’ girl. Who better to make Lina jealous?”
“It’s pineapple,”
~
You found yourself at the party. How pathetic. This was so unlike you, but then again, the person you used to be didn’t quite feel like you anymore. If your childhood friends saw you now, they would surely question if you were truly the girl they used to know. You tried to tell yourself that it was a good thing, your daily mantra. It was already a bit into the swing of the party when Donghyuck appeared in front of you and Jaemin near the drink table, looking as if he had just run a marathon to get to you.
“She’s here, operation fruit salad is underway,”
Jaemin abandoned his cup on the table and grabbed your shoulders, pushing you frantically toward the living room where your partner in crime stood nervously. You felt bad for Jeno, who looked like he was ready to abandon ship, and you grabbed his hand comfortingly. Time to put on a show.
The girl you assumed to be Lima walked through the archway leading away from the foyer entrance, and Donghyuck used his loud voice to call over the noise of the party.
“Truth or dare, losers!”
When the four of you were mapping out the plan, you had asked them if this could completely backfire and random people started playing the game instead of Lina, but they quickly shut down your concerns. Apparently, for the past four years, it was an unspoken rule that truth or dare concerning their group was pretty much exclusive, and everyone knew whether they were welcome or not. You were skeptical, as it seemed too hierarchic to be true, but here you were, sitting between Jeno and Jaemin, looking around at the participants and realizing they were right. You recognized every single face in the group, which really said something considering you made no efforts to befriend anyone else.
You all situated yourselves in a circle, carelessly taking up most of the space in the living room, drawing a bit of attention from the other guests. It was like a TV show, the way there was an audience. Donghyuck searched around for his first prey, assuming everyone who wanted to play had sat down, when he was interrupted.
“Wait, I’m playing too,” Lucas cut in, sitting himself down next to Taeyong who looked over at him surprised, as did everyone else. Jeno leaned in to whisper in your ear.
“He never plays, this is his debut,” You giggled at his choice of words, and you glanced to the side to make sure Lina was paying attention to the two of you. She darted her eyes away, and Jaemin nudged your knee so he could throw a thumbs up discreetly between the two of you.
“Yuta, truth or dare?” Donghyuck started, a mischievous grin on his face. It seemed like anything Yuta picked, he’d have something interesting in store for him.
“Dare,” Yuta said unconfidently.
“Hm, I dare you to jump into the pool, right now,”
“Not the pool,” Yuta pleaded. “We haven’t cleaned that thing in like a year,”
“Dare’s a dare,” the group chorused synchronously. The poor boy sighed, emptying his pockets and dashing towards the sliding door out to the back, everyone cringing yet cheering as he made a large splash in the discolored water. He returned with a towel wrapped around him.
The game continued, various dares committed and secrets dished out, and it had yet to be your turn. You weren’t missing in action, though, progressively getting more into the character you needed to play. You and Jeno must’ve been pretty convincing, because even some of the other boys were giving the two of you spare glances. You hoped this was working, because it took a lot to sell it.
Wrapped up in the act, you didn’t notice someone giving a few more looks than most. Lucas couldn’t help but watch you as you touched Jeno’s arm, or leaned into him in laughter, or let him whisper something to you. He felt nothing, nothing nagging with annoyance or jealousy, just plain interest. If he had nowhere else to look, his eyes would always find you. Somehow, he could tell there was more to it than everyone may think.
Doyoung had just finished taking a shot of whatever mixture Ten had concocted for him, gagging a bit but forcing it down impressively. Then, Doyoung’s attention turned to Lucas himself.
“Truth or dare,”
“Truth,” Lucas decided nonchalantly, a few sounds of disappointment sounding through the crowd. There was a notable increase in size of people watching the events unfolding, bringing a greater amount of pressure to each of the players. They were all waiting for the main event happening right now.
Doyoung thought hard for a good moment, trying to decide just what question would be deemed worthy to ask Lucas, even corresponding with Johnny, claiming he needed to ‘phone a friend’. While everyone else was on the edge of their seats, Lucas was unphased by the suspense of it all.
“Okay, okay. Who in this room--literally anyone--do you hate the most?” The rumble of murmuring sounded about the crowd, everyone curious to get even a little bit of insight into the mind of the boy that seemed to feel nothing. Lucas didn’t ponder for even a second before he responded.
“Myself,”
The party went silent, everyone letting his answer sink in. A chill ran through you, and you looked at the boy sitting directly across from you with pity. Maybe he was just a pretty face with a broken soul. You knew there was something in him, something behind his many closed doors, and maybe you were finally starting to dive deep into it. Despite trying to step away from his black hole, the fleeting insight he gave only worked to suck you back in.
In contrast to the reaction he received, Lucas seemed calm, as always, leaning forward onto with his forearms resting on his knees.
“My turn, right?” he asked, Doyoung nodding, and Lucas took one hand and rubbed it on his chin in thought. His head was tilted downwards, but his eyes snapped up to meet yours.
“Y/n, truth or dare?”
The entire party was hanging on a thread, everyone holding their breath in either anticipation or shock. He made an otherwise unexpected move, yet it was so predictable it wasn’t a surprise once you thought it over. You could see in his eyes that he was trying to see how you would react, and you were determined not to give in to the intensity. You would meet him up there even if you were scared inside.
“Dare.”
The thickness of the air was stifling, yet you felt like it was the first time in your life that you were breathing. Right then, you were alive.
Lucas smothered the twitch in the corner of his lips, keeping his cool. He liked where this was going.
“I dare you to kiss me,”
Check mate. That was his killing move, and it was at your expense.
“Absolutely not,” Mark declared, shutting down the idea at first mention. He looked between the two of you, at everyone watching, and no one barely gave him a second glance. It wasn’t about him, it was about the two of you.
All of your surroundings faded away. All you could see was Lucas, and all you could hear were your thoughts. He was testing you. It was time for you to make your next move. He was the king, but you were the queen. His single move would drown in the leaps you could make across the expanse of the chess board.
You stood, walking over to him and squatting down to meet him face to face. Your arms were slung lazily in front of you, making no move to touch him, and you simply stared at him. He narrowed his eyes just slightly, waiting for you to do something. Anything.
You tilted your head, brushing your fingers through your hair, letting the eye contact sit in the pocket of silence. You should’ve been scared, you should’ve been too shy to do any of this at all, but there was no hesitation in you. The spontaneity of it all fused with the adrenaline to create the perfect storm of a vixen in you.
You looked down at his lips, back up to his eyes, leaning in for the moment everyone had been waiting for. Lucas held his breath, an action only you could hear, and your hooded eyes watched his as they closed. Your lips reached out for his, closer and closer, until they didn’t. You stopped, just millimeters separating the two of you, delaying what he had been sitting there for in the first place. When he only felt your breath on his lips, his eyes slid open, realizing just what had happened. He was caught waiting for a kiss that never came.
Lucas knew what you were doing. He knew full well, yet he still couldn’t accept it. He came into this thinking it would work out for him, and he didn’t expect for you to take the reins, but now that you were, he smiled. He could have gotten annoyed, he could have given up and walked away, but he smiled and chuckled to himself. Right in your face, he laughed, before giving in and crashing his lips into yours himself.
You outplayed the game master.
A lot of things happened in a very short amount of time. Mark walked out of the room, the crowd cheered, and your lips were sealed against none other than the man of the hour himself. They were surprisingly softer than you had anticipated, and the thought made you smile into him, and you knew he wasn’t as hard and tough as he always tried to be. He nipped your bottom lip before pulling away erotically slow.
“I thought you said you didn’t bite,” you whispered, and that was all it took for Lucas to jump onto the train that led straight to you.
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You only realized where you went wrong once you had returned to the right headspace. Your high came crashing down much too quickly. Actions come with consequences. The morning after everything happened was not pretty. It never was.
“Mark, I’m sorry! Technically I wasn’t even the one that kissed him,” You were trying to explain yourself to your brother, and you hoped that his usual forgiveness would show now. You knew you went against what he had asked, but why was it so wrong?
“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/n. I just want you to know what you’re really getting yourself into. It was for you,” He was getting frustrated with the way you were interpreting all of his attempts to aid and guide you, and he didn’t want to seem like the bad guy.
“It’s my choice in the end, Mark.”
“Fine then, go and do whatever you want. I don’t care what you do. Go and live it up! Let me know how it goes when you come back down from the clouds, okay?”
You scowled at him, and you wanted to just explode and get all of your anger out at him, but a knock sounded on the door. You gave him one last look before answering it. You wished you didn’t.
The last person you expected on your doorstep was Yuna, but there she was, standing there with a sad look on her face. Right when your brain registered that it was her, your heart broke. You forgot about the new friend you had just made, and it finally caught up to you. Mark had been planning to ditch the scene and go back into his room, but she was the only reason he stayed.
“You knew,” she scolded. She wasn’t yelling, but the pained, motherly tone of her voice seemed to hurt you even more. “You knew yet you still did it,”
Yuna hadn’t been at the party, having been at a volleyball conference, and you wondered how she found out. It didn’t matter, but you wished you could have escaped without being caught red handed, just to make things easier.
“Yuna, I’m so sorry--”
“No. You don’t get to apologize. You knew I liked Lucas,”
And that was the final nail in the coffin. You turned to look at your brother, horrified that he just heard that entire thing. His face was dejected, and he shook his head in defeat.
“I can’t fucking believe this,” He ascended the stairs with nothing left to say. You turned back to Yuna, and you could see something flash in her eyes. Was it realization? It must have been, because she gave up on speaking to you, retreating back down the hallway in shock.
You stood there, frozen, unable to recuperate from the dumpster fire blazing around you. And you shouldn’t have, but if everyone had the right to be mad at you, then you figured you deserved a way to cope with it.
“Hello?”
“Lucas, can I come over?” you asked into the receiver, your voice shaking from the nerves. You had asked Jeno for his number, getting a couple smirking emojis back in response. “I’m sorry, I just need somewhere else to go right now,”
You were scared of the response you were going to get, but you couldn’t think of anywhere else you could bear being right then. There was brief silence from his side, and you began to grow anxious as you pressed the button to the ground floor inside the elevator.
“Hello? Lucas?”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m driving there right now. Just wait for me,”
He was making it harder and harder to resent him every second you spent around him. Lucas was dangerous, a contagious plague that infected you. When it came to him, you never wanted to be so bad.
He pulled up to the curbside of your building in just a few minutes, and on the quiet ride to his own apartment, you realized that all this time he had been living relatively close. You wondered why him and Mark didn’t live with each other instead. No words were exchanged, but Lucas felt how upset you were. He wanted to tread lightly, to make sure he didn’t mess anything up, quite a change of pace as to when he didn’t care much at all.
There was something in him that was changing, and for the time being, maybe he was okay with it. Harm was something he had grown to coexist with, so what was one more trial run for the books? If it didn’t work out, then he’d figure it out from there. If it did, well, then he’d figure it out from there with you by his side, instead. Either way he’d trek on like he always does.
His living space didn’t look much like you expected it to, a small studio apartment with everything he needed all in one room, accompanied by a bathroom. He kept it mostly clean, with a few things laying around here and there, and it was cozy. Somehow it felt familiar to you, even if you’d never been there before.
“What happened?” he asked softly, gesturing for you to sit in one of the two chairs at his small kitchen island, but you declined his offer, so he stayed standing, too.
“I think I fucked up,” you replied, looking at him with eyes that didn’t want to cry, but brimmed with tears anyway. Your lips were forced into a deep frown, even when you tried not to. It seemed like everything you told yourself not to was what you ended up doing these days.
“Come here,” he whispered. You didn’t hesitate to walk forward into his arms, finding yourself wrapped in his comfort for the first time. He was warm and sturdy against you, his long arms linked around you as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He wondered if what he was doing was right when you cried into his chest, but it was perfect. You two stayed like that for far too long, until the tears stopped falling and your breathing went back to normal, but he didn’t make a move to let you go, because if he did, he wouldn’t know what to say. He was never good with words.
It had been a while since Lucas had felt right, but he found himself sinking into your pain in a beautiful, comforting way. He was beginning to think it was time to find a reason to stick around for a while.
Lucas Wong was bad news, and everyone loved it. They ate it up like a buffet. Everyone except you. You knew the side of him that no one else got to see, making him far more of a heartbreaker than they could even imagine.
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Lucas would be lying if he said he wasn’t sexually attracted to you. There were a lot of things he was dishonest about in life, but his infatuation with you was something left outright on the table. You had an affect on him, and it drove him mad.
Quite honestly, you had a lot of nerve to spend most of your time with Lucas. You knew this, yet you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t exactly make it very difficult to stay, anyway.
“I like this one the best,” you told him, pointing at the smaller, more modest of his tattoos right on his mid-forearm. It was an animation of a small sakura flower, the innocence of it greatly contrasting the imagery of the many tattoos that seemed to overwhelm the first impressions people had of Lucas.
“You haven’t even seen them all, yet,” he remarked, looking down at you as your head was laid against his chest, the two of you staring up at his ceiling as he played with your hair. In the many moments you got to share with him recently, you realized that what seemed like lack of emotion in him was really just the numbness he seemed to find himself stuck in. But in some sparks of light at the end of the tunnel, he’d pull everything together and tell himself that it was okay to feel when it came to you.
“You have more?” you asked, grabbing the hand that wasn’t running along your scalp and observing the tiny tattoos on his knuckles. You smiled back at the smiley face on his middle finger.
“Try sit up for a second,” he requested, and you turned to face him as he began pulling his shirt over his head. You remembered his bare torso from the beach all those months ago, but now seeing it up close, there was a big, gorgeous drawing of a dragon across the entirety of his back.
“I take it back, this one is my favorite. Wait, no. It’s the flower. Definitely the flower,” He laughed at your indecisiveness, but enjoyed the small graces of attention you were giving him. Lucas found that he liked when you complimented him.
“You’re my favorite,” he replied, turning his body around to bless you with a short, deep kiss.
“That was so cheesy, especially for you,” you criticized, but you let yourself lean in to repeat the action. He loved your lips, the way you let him take control, the way you tried to merge yourself with him. He thinks he’ll never grow tired of it.
Things can always escalate quickly with Lucas, you found, and soon you were being pressed into the mattress as he kissed you with his forearms straining to hold himself above you. He had one knee slotted between your legs, and he pulled away to look down at you and the way your lips swelled from his assault.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, his black bangs swaying back and forth as he tried to get his breathing under control. The knowledge that you left him breathless was incredibly rewarding. He smiled right back at the silly grin on your face. “The fucking things you make me want to do to you,”
“Then do it,” you begged, desperate to submit yourself to the mercy of him. You wanted him to show you how to dirty yourself, your innocence. You were so far deep now, why not go top speed down the path to destruction? Maybe you’d get some fun and pleasure out of it, too.
“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle,” Lucas warned, using every ounce of little self control in him to not fully indulge in you. He was scared you’d break.
“I’ve never been fucked before,” you stated, the filthy words feeling a bit foreign on your tongue. You liked it. “Is that too scary for you?”
Lucas felt like a little kid in a candy store. He always did when he was with you, but this time, he didn’t have any parents making sure he didn’t grab everything he could get his hands on and run. He was let loose to his own devices.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he groaned, but it wasn’t a threat. Even better, he was simply stating a fact. That brought a chill down your spine. “Are you sure you want this? I need to hear you say it,”
“I want this, Lucas. Please, please,”
Lucas didn’t even kiss you again before he helped you take your shirt off, the impatience and pent up sexual frustration eating away at him far too much to take it slow. He wanted to chip away at your foundation until you dropped down to the level he wanted you to be. The level he stood at where he needed to be inside of you. Yesterday.
You whimpered his name as he forced your bra off, tweaking one of the buds with his thumb and watching with fascination as you jerked and melted at the simple touch. He was about to have a lot of fun with you.
Lucas switched the two of you in position, dragging you on top of him and flipping you over so your back was resting against his chest. You sat between his legs, covered in the sweatpants you loved on him, and he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you closer.
“Take everything off,” he whispered in your ear, and you complied quickly as he praised you for being so compliant. You couldn’t even feel any shame or shyness as you left yourself naked for him to see, too adamant on feeling good. You just wanted to know what it was like, and Lucas turned you on more than you ever thought possible.
“Have you ever touched yourself, princess?” he asked, and you shook your head. Lucas hummed sweetly, softly taking your right hand in his and guiding it down to the place you needed to be touched the most. He hovered your fingertips, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of your slicken heat, before he pressed them against the wetness you felt pooling inside of you. You closed your thighs together, embarrassed at the fact that you were touching yourself so provocatively.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to do it for you?” he asked, his voice dripping with something sweet even when he was insinuating such a naughty act. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough to make him give you what you wanted. “Use your words, Y/n,”
“I want you to touch me,” you whimpered, face reddening and you wondered if you would ever be able to recover from the shame you were feeling.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, spreading your legs apart again and hooking your right leg with his so you wouldn’t be able to close them again. You grabbed his hand, switching roles as you pressed his hand onto your welcoming cunt.
“Here. I want you to touch me here,”
And with that, Lucas ran his long, cold fingers through your folds, enjoying the relieved sigh you let out. The pad of his pointer finger tapped lightly against your clit, in a surprising movement that made you jerk against him. He groaned as you created friction against his growing hard on.
“Lucas, oh my god,” You were lost in the pleasure, the intensity of it somehow amplifying as you were prevented from squirming much in his hold. He rubbed firm circles on your clit, letting you thrash and moan against him.
“Does it feel good?” You nodded against him, your eyes shut tightly, but they flew open when you felt him begin to press a finger inside your hole.
“I love being the only one to touch you,” he panted, his raspy voice going straight into your ear and down to your gushing pussy. “I want to ruin you for every other guy. But I won’t need to, right? I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll always come crawling right on back to me,”
You liked the sound of that, reaching a hand behind your head and grabbing the hair right above his neck. You wanted to hold onto him, ground yourself as he promised to make you never let go. His single finger pumped in and out of you as the heel of his palm dug into your sensitive bud. He loved the sound of you chanting his name. Lucas loved everything about you.
“Fuck, you can barely take another one,” Lucas groaned, managing to after some effort press another finger into you. The stretch was delicious although a new feeling for you, but you would take anything Lucas had to give.
“But I can take your cock, I’ll be a good girl,” you mindlessly rambled, your mind already far away from where your body was getting pleasured. You used your fastly diminishing strength to look down, the stark black ink of his tattoos standing out prominently against your skin as the muscles and veins in his forearms tensed with each movement geared towards bringing you to your impending climax. His unoccupied arm snaked up to your mouth, and you slackened your jaw so he could insert a couple fingers inside, sucking on them eagerly before he pulled them away.
“Good girl, you’re so good for me princess,” he praised, nipping softly on your earlobe. You could barely hear the things he was whispering to you, a ringing in your ears as you struggled to buck your hips up. His fingers reached deep inside of you, curling to press against your sensitive walls. High pitched whines fell from your lips and you were clenching around him, and he shuddered at how tight he could tell you were.
“Come for me,” Watching you squirm above him was beginning to affect him. Lucas’ feet, which were planted on the mattress, pressed harder into the bed to apply pressure and grind his erection against you.
Your grip on his hair was harsh and you reached down to grab his arm with the other. Your legs shook against him and Lucas admired the way you molded into him. Your high exploded, white flashing behind your eyes as waves and waves of pleasure coursed through you and he helped ride you through it. By the time your eyes refocused and your head cleared, Lucas had let up on his ministrations and was hugging you from behind, calming you down with small whispers.
“You did so good, princess. So good,” he spoke into your hair. He was so soft for you, conceding to all of your demands even if he desperately wanted to relieve himself as well. You realized this, and knew you wanted to do the same for him. Still trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm, you used actions instead of words and reached down to tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He kicked them off urgently, and you noticed that he wasn’t wearing underwear the entire time.
You flipped yourself over on shaky limbs, sitting with your legs tucked underneath you on the bed and you got to see his dick for the first time. Or any dick, really. It was red and rock hard, precum leaking off the tip, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out to lightly touch the head. He sucked a harsh breath in, trapping his lip between his teeth and he grunted softly under his breath.
“I kind of want to, uh, can I suck you off?”
Lucas thinks his heart stopped for a second. You were looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, and he knew he was done for. He said he wanted to ruin your expectations of all men who followed him, but once again, he ended up the fool. He could only hope that you would stay with him, for as long as you could, so he wouldn’t have to look or touch another girl and see your face staring back at him in his head.
“As much as I want that, I might come in your mouth after like, 30 seconds, and I don’t think either of us want that,” He closed his eyes, fighting his natural instincts, as he was never one to pass up a blowjob, but like he said. Lucas needed to be inside of you.
“I’m ready, Lucas,” you pleaded, and he rushed to lay you down and return to his position above. Your muscles were already weak and you appreciate him letting you relax as he pumped his cock a few times, hissing from the sensitivity. You admired the sight and pushed your hips up slightly, searching for attention. Lucas chuckled, pushing your waist back down harshly.
“Don’t be a brat. Take what I give you,” he scolded, and you didn’t try to do it again. His tone was too demanding. Lucas could see the shame in your eyes, and his hard expression softened. He cupped your cheek softly and pressed the lightest kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, okay?”
“Okay,” you whispered back.
Lucas reached over to the side of his bed and grabbed a condom from inside the drawer. Tearing the package open with his teeth, he rolled it on his length and glanced up at you as he lined his tip with your entrance.
“Tell me if I need to stop,” You nodded, and the nervousness came back to hit you like a truck. It was finally dawning on you that you were about to lose your virginity.
Lucas started trying to push in, intruding your folds, but his cock was getting rejected by your walls. You were clenching so hard that he couldn’t push himself in.
“Y/n, you have to relax,” he cooed, stroking your hair and bending down to press soothing kisses to your neck. “You’re clenching too hard, princess,”
Although Lucas knew he needed to loosen you up, it excited him a bit too much at the prospect of how tight you would be when he’d finally fuck you properly. You sighed from his soft, sweet attention as he continued to kiss your fear away. You thought about how good he was going to feel, how much he was going to fill you up, anything to excite you. Pulling yourself together, you eased your tense muscles and reached down to wrap your gentle hand around his length, coaxing him toward you.
Lucas sighed in relief, pressing himself back up with his elbows locked strongly in place. He let you line him up, and marveled at the fact that it was finally happening. He pushed forward, inching slowly and slowly until you clenched around only half of his cock. He was panting heavily, out through his mouth, pupils blown out as he looked down at you intensely. The pain of the intrusion made you grimace, and Lucas talked you through it as you got used to the stretch.
Your walls were captivating and Lucas thought he was somewhere far higher than where he’d ever been. You were roping him back up from the depths below, his angel sent from heaven. The angel he was corrupting. The girl he was watching fall into the palm of his hand, even if he was the one wrapped around your finger.
“Lucas, fuck me,”
So he did. He would do anything you asked. Starting off slow, he continued to work his length into you until you took nearly all of him, and you both moaned at the feeling. You felt good enough to cry.
As he could tell you got more and more adjusted, Lucas increased his pace with every pleasured moan you let out. He sat back on his heels, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him so he could properly piston in and out of you. Each time he bottomed out he used his biceps to pull you into him, just a little bit more so he knew you could feel him right where he wanted you to. Your eyes were shut and your hands were grabbing desperately at the sheets.
“You take me so well, fuck, you’re fucking perfect. Your pussy’s so perfect,” Lucas was trying to talk so his mind would stay present, so he wouldn’t get lost in the pleasure. He wanted to feel everything. He wanted to remember this for the rest of his life. You opened your teary eyes and moaned at the sight in front of you, the sweat dripping down his body and down the ridges of his abs, eyes trailing lower and lower past his v-line and finally resting on where he was pounding harshly into you.
“I knew you would feel so good,” he growled, his head spinning and he was slipping away from the control he wanted. Lucas was quickly approaching the threshold dividing himself between guiding you through your first time, and fucking you until you cried and begged him to stop.
With this thought in mind, Lucas kept his pace as he began rubbing circles into your clit, succeeding in feeling you orgasm around his dick, shaking below him. Moans of his name were the only thing coming out of your mouth, loud and wanton and you briefly wondered if he would receive a noise complaint. It wasn’t a concerning thought, instead, you felt proud. You were the one getting fucked into the mattress, and you wanted everyone to know it.
Lucas slowed his pace until he came to a stop, pulling out of you and flipping you over.
“Get on all fours,”
He had officially crossed his inner boundary line. After making you come on his cock, Lucas had no other goal in his mind than doing it again. And again, and again, and again.
He kept his promise, sinking into you from behind and coming with you as you reached your second climax. Then he made you ride him as he got to watch you make those pretty sounds of yours, and when you got too tired he held you up and thrust into you from below. All night Lucas fucked you enough times to rid you of your innocence, and you knew you’d want this life forever.
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“Come on, you have like two weeks to finish this paper. Just get in my car, Y/n,” Lucas whined, but at a softer volume so the rest of the library couldn’t hear him be the big baby he was whenever he was around you. He still had a reputation to upkeep.
“Just think about it, once I’m done, I can spend as much time with you as you want,” you said, not even glancing away from the screen of your laptop. You had a look of concentration and you bit your lip absentmindedly, when Lucas suddenly cupped your chin and turned you to face him.
“Well if you’re going to keep typing away at your goddamn computer, then I need something to do, too,” He grabbed your bag from off the ground and forced your computer into your hands, grabbing your arm and leading you away from the table before you could even ask where he was taking you. Lucas navigated the many circular tables littered around the large building until he reached the individual self-study rooms, opening one of the unoccupied doors and closing it behind the two of you.
“Sit,” he ordered, placing your bag beside the chair you placed yourself in. Your heart was beating rapidly, wondering where he was going with this. Standing on the opposite side of the table, he gave you a mischievous smile before lowering himself down with a playful wave, disappearing out of sight of you, and anyone who might look through the window only high enough to show you everything above the upper half of your torso. You tried to keep a straight face as you spoke to him blindly.
“Lucas, don’t you fucking--,”
You felt his hands rubbing your upper thighs, and he shushed you.
“Be quiet, baby. And act normal, you have an audience,”
He could feel you shudder as he flipped up the short skirt you were wearing, the one that made him fantasize about this very moment, and didn’t hesitate before he rubbed you through the thin material of your panties. You sucked in a breath, giving a paranoid look out the window as you subtly sunk yourself down in the chair to give him better access.
“Good girl,” was all he said before he occupied his mouth with licking a stripe up the damp fabric, several times before he was satisfied with the small whimper you let out. He told you he wanted you to be quiet, but he was lying.
Pushing your panties to the side, Lucas was met with the wonderful sight of your glistening folds. He kissed your heat at first, hiding his tongue from you, and only when you began to squirm in your seat did he sink his tongue into your hole. Your fists clenched and you pretended to open up one of your textbooks in front of you so you could appear preoccupied, your teeth biting your tongue harshly trying not to make a sound. These walls weren’t soundproof to the outside.
Lucas, however, was making all the noise in the world, humming lightly into you and the sloppy sounds of him fucking his tongue into you weren’t very discreet. He was determined to make you come on his mouth, and he would take all of it and still want more.
Leaving your entrance, Lucas moved up to torture your neglected clit, sucking and swirling around it with his mouth. As much as you didn’t want to get caught with his head between your legs, you weren’t planning to make him stop. The entire atmosphere and risk of it all was probably what made the build up to your orgasm so quick.
“Lucas, I’m going to come,” you scream-whispered, and although you couldn’t see him you could feel the smirk radiating from underneath the table.
“Well go on then, that’s what I’ve been trying to make you do all fucking week,”
You clamped a hand over your mouth as you moaned into your palm, closing your eyes and focusing on the pleasure he was giving to you. Gone was the window, and the people quietly getting their work and reading done outside, and suddenly it was only you and Lucas. He was the only one in your present world.
Lucas groaned at the way you gushed for him, not stopping until he licked up every inch of you and you finally pushed his head away. He made his way back to a standing position out from under the table and grinned goofily at you, his back towards the window so no one else could see the way his face was glistening with your juices.
“You’re a fucking madman, Lucas Wong,”
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“I really think you should talk to him,” Lucas said, sitting in his car with you inside of your apartment parking structure. Although you go home almost everyday to your loft shared with Mark, the two of you don’t speak frequently. It’s never out of hatred, more out of awkward discomfort as neither of you know what to say. You know that neither of you have even spoken to Yuna since the outburst, and you wondered if you would ever again.
“Easy for you to say, he already got over the awkwardness with you,” you complained. He sighed, squeezing your hand in his.
“You know that’s different. I’m his friend. It’s a lot easier for a guy to dismiss a topic like this with a guy than his little sister,”
You knew he was right, and that’s why you found yourself punching the code into your lock pad with the intent to finally clear the air with your brother. He was cooking something on a pan when you walked in, and he gave you barely a glance.
“Mark?” you called, setting your bag on the countertop and sitting on one of the stools. “Can we talk for a second?”
“I already know what you’re going to say,” he replied, looking up from his deformed egg. “And I just want to say that I’m sorry,”
Your heart dropped, and for the first time you felt bad for not making more of an effort to speak to him sooner. You kept telling yourself that you were just trying to find the right time, but maybe the right time was as soon as possible. Mark had probably been struggling with it, too.
“I never should have made such a fuss about it. In reality, I didn’t know Lucas as well as I thought I did. And seeing him change alongside you, seeing him truly happy for maybe the first time since I met him, I realized that maybe you guys both needed each other. And I was getting in the way of that while making you feel shitty about it,” he had a smile on his face, just like he always did, as he translated the thoughts he’d been wanting to say for a while. You didn’t deserve such a good brother.
“I’m sorry too, I got caught up in the thrill of it all and I guess I forgot that other people exist in this world. And I’m sorry about Yuna,”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll get over it. Seeing she hasn’t even tried to contact me ever since, maybe she really wasn’t the one for me. Not everyone can find love like you,” he joked, and you chuckled lightly. A strange smell began wafting into your nose, and you made a face of disgust.
“I think something’s burning,”
“My egg!”
~
“You’re a real burden for me, you know,” Lucas teased as you gave him directions to an unknown location. You wished you could blindfold him and drive yourself, but Lucas didn’t let anyone else drive his car. Not even you. Not his beloved ‘Lucas Jr.’
“Yeah, yeah. Keep driving, peasant,” He shook his head, but you could see the ghost of a smile on his face as you laughed hysterically at your own joke. “We’re almost there,”
Honestly, you were almost to the parking lot, an entire block away from the actual location, because you wanted to make sure it would be a surprise. So when he parked and the two of you got out of the car, you made him bend his tall frame down so you could tie the scarf around his eyes. It was a funny sight, seeing a six foot tattooed man being dragged blindfolded down the street by his girlfriend, but what was life with Lucas if you didn’t make it exciting?
“God, woman. You’re going to kill me, aren’t you? Tie me up and push me down a ditch,”
“Can you shut up for two seconds? We’re here,”
You untied the knot and let the fabric fall from his eyes, and he blinked the initial shock of bright light away and stared up at the building in front of him.
“Ta-da!”
“It’s a… a tattoo parlor?”
“Correct you are, Lucas. And I, Y/n Y/l/n, will be getting my very first tattoo. Like right now,”
Lucas looked at you with confusion, never expecting you to make such a decision.
“What are you even getting? Have you even thought this through?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his arm tightly, pointing at it.
“You’re getting a fucking weed leaf on your arm?”
“No, you dumbass! I’m getting the sakura flower,” you sighed, ready to abandon him outside and walk in alone. You watched as a look of epiphany graced his face and suddenly he looked ecstatic. Somehow the gravity and meaning behind your decision was so overwhelming for him that he hugged you right in the middle of the busy sidewalk, lifting you up and swinging you around.
Every moment Lucas spent with you, he could feel you slowly patching up his wounds and scars. There was something about you that healed him, and he was seeing the finish line clear in sight now. He’d never been motivated to do anything in his life, but now it seemed like all he was ever made to do was love you. And he was okay with that.
“You just know exactly how to make me fall in love with you, don’t you?” he asked, putting you down and grabbing your face in his hands. He was smushing your face together a little bit, but you still had the biggest smile on your face. “You won’t look back on this in thirty years and regret it, right?”
“Definitely not,” you replied, leaning in to smash his lips into yours. You pulled away and he had the silliest grin on his face. “And even if you were, I’d let you be my worst mistake, Lucas Wong.”
for @xuxijongin who wanted this millions of years ago. thank you, if you're still here;; also for @nowthislookslikeajobforme because i have sworn to destroy you. hope you all enjoy!
this was heavily inspired by make a wish and very loosely inspired by love talk. i always imagine love talk taking place at a celebrity house party in calabasas. don't ask me why, that's just the vibe. this is another long boi so it's under the cut. pls ignore any typos this is alot lol.
word count: ~4,500
sugar daddy!yukhei, sub!reader, smoking, drinking, tipsy sex (all of this is consensual), daddy kink, food play, oral (f receiving), mixed praise and degradation, size kink, choking, manhandling, spanking, possessive sex, mentions of exhibitionism, creampie, crying, probably a few things i missed but yukhei is just a nasty motherfucker. this is kind of heavier than i anticipated? nothing serious, their relationship is...intense. a giant fuckfest. fuckapalooza 2020.
music is booming throughout the foyer, mixing with laughter and drunken chatter from the crowd surrounding you as you dance. waves of adrenaline are permeating the midnight air and ringing through the quiet california hills. you've already been swept away, feeling a rush of ecstasy. suddenly life is moving in technicolor, brilliant rays of light flashing in front of you. a sense of infinite possibility and unadulterated bliss. all for you. if this were a movie, you'd be the main character.
yukhei doesn't want to be another face in the crowd. he wants to watch you from the balcony upstairs, comfortable in his leather chair, the king of his castle. he's dressed in all black. in a silk shirt unbuttoned halfway, pants fitted to perfection, gold chains on golden skin and emerald rings on each hand. there's a cigar between his fingers. he takes a slow drag every so often after sips of whiskey. he uncrosses his legs, leans back a little further as his thumb traces his lips absentmindedly.
he's endlessly enamored by you, sharp eyes observing every move you make. his lustful gaze growing wild as he takes in your figure in that dress. it's enough to make him dizzy, the way you're dancing to the rhythm. he's like a mountain: fixed, looming, overwhelming enough to make you shiver in awe. you're the river beneath him: always flowing, always changing, gentle yet never wavering. he wants you to soak him, to break his resolve, to flood him until he crumbles and you set him free. this is why you work so well together. he wants to give you the world, your joy like his own special drug. you're like a bird. he lets you soar high above him. tonight, it's almost as if he's soaring with you.
people tell you it's shallow, having a sugar daddy. they think it's just the sex, or the money, or some emptiness both of you are trying to fill. in reality, it's a mixture of everything and more. no one sees how much you really love eachother. no one knows what you do for eachother. what you do to eachother. it's none of their business. they're not worthy of knowing.
soon you stop dancing and make your way over to the bar. he snuffs his cigar, finishes his drink, swirls the ice around in his glass before he carries it downstairs. there's a break in the music and his shoes fall heavy on the marble staircase, announcing his presence to your guests. some of the women try to catch his attention through the crowd, but he doesn't acknowledge anyone. you're the only thing he cares about.
your back is turned to him as you get some more champagne. suddenly there's pressure on your hips. he's gripping you and pulling you against him once he finally reaches you. obviously it's him. no one else is allowed to touch you like this. he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your neck, the noise that escapes you almost too sinful. he smells like a fireplace, like spices and rich cologne that intoxicate you quicker than the alcohol. this is what your version of heaven smells like. you want his scent all over you.
"i'm glad you're enjoying your party, baby girl," yukhei's voice is smooth and dark, his lips grazing your jaw down to your shoulder then back up again. he keeps a hushed tone only loud enough for your ears, "have i told you how gorgeous you look tonight?"
now his hands are getting adventurous. roaming down your sides, groping your thighs, exploring every little detail as if he doesn't already know you by heart. why shouldn't he indulge himself? you're his favorite thing to lavish in. you're too tantalizing to resist.
"only about 10 times," you're not complaining, though. he's already got you weak in the knees. you're tipsy enough for wetness to pool between your legs at the slightest touch, "you know how much i love complements, daddy. can you give me more?"
you glance back at him, not missing the quirk of his lips before he licks them. the crowd has already forgotten both of you, so they don't notice when he presses your ass tight against his crotch. then he's whispering to you, biting the lobe of your ear and mouthing at a spot below it.
"i don't have to spell it out. you can feel what you've started down there," he bites hickies into your skin. a moan gets caught in your throat, your fingers reaching back to tangle in his hair as you rest your head on his shoulder, "when you dance like that...this ass looks so sweet. can i have a nibble?"
"one bite is never enough for you, daddy," he grinds against you, your own hips rocking back in time with the beat of the music. in time with your heartbeat hammering in your ears, "what if you want more?"
he hums, the sound low and almost ominous before he's squeezing your hips tighter to force you still. another moan breaks out of you this time, and he draws a soft gasp from you as one of his palms grabs your breast.
"then i'll eat the whole fucking thing, baby."
the house is empty by now. your bedroom is an orchestra of breathless laughter and lustful sighs as the moonlight streams in through the curtains. the windows are cracked, crickets singing in gentle harmony, a subtle breeze seeping in to cool your fevered skin. you've both had a little more alcohol, just enough to work up an appetite. you're sharing dessert on the sofa: a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, vanilla cake cut into delicate petit fours, and each other.
"you taste so good," yukhei swallows your words as you utter them. good couldn't even begin to describe his flavor. candy and sex. hard liquor and ocean mist. imported tobacco and something that feels hallucinogenic. he makes your brain go numb, but you don't need to think anyway. his body on yours is enough.
he mumbles that you taste better. he's too busy wrestling his tongue with yours to form a proper sentence. his shirt came completely unbuttoned at some point, because your hands don't like obstacles very much. you let him explore your mouth, let him conquer his territory while you push the black silk down his shoulders to his wrists.
he pulls away to toss the fabric into the floor, making you feel lonely in a way you wouldn't have expected. you start pawing at his chest to make him come back. your fingers play between the curves of his abs and he chuckles at your neediness.
"what is it, princess?" his lips are swollen from being sucked and bitten, smeared with lipstick as he chews the bottom one now. he brushes his fingers through your hair, another smirk creeping onto his face, "daddy looks delicious, doesn't he? are you hungry, too?"
you nod and finally your eyes lock with his again, both of you dazed but somehow still hyper focused. that's the power of lust. it conquers everything, gets you high like nothing else.
"yes, daddy," a whine escapes you without your permission as you drape your arms around his neck. you can feel how warm he is like this, and your clit is already begging for him between your legs. throbbing and aching like your body has switched into autopilot. you're not in control anymore. you like it that way, "can i please have some?"
"i think you deserve it," yukhei leans back on the cushion, your gaze following him as he reaches for a few petit fours. he crushes them in his fist, lets you have a little frosting off of his fingers before he smears the rest onto his abs and chest, "eat your birthday cake."
you don't hesitate, dipping your head to lick a stripe between his pects. his skin is hot enough to scorch you, but you're all the more satisfied. it's hard to tell what tastes better: the sugary frosting or the salt of his sweat as you lap up every crumb. now he's sticky and you're licking his tattoo, sucking and nipping just to keep him in your mouth. he watches with a firm grip on the back if your neck, pulling you up by the hair after a moment to connect your lips again.
somehow he's kissing you even deeper than he was before. he loves the taste of himself, the way your essence mixes with his like fine perfume. how could he let you master him so easily, to take his power even when he's in charge? he's addicted, and he's having withdrawals.
"cute little whore. i'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget how to breathe," the slur in his voice is more prominent now. you're already gasping for air. he tugs you into his lap and curses when you bump his erection. his fingertips dig into your ass as he kneads it, his lips turning more aggressive and attacking everywhere at once. you whimper in response, his teeth sharp as he hisses, "up. now."
you stand obediently and he follows suit, dragging you by your wrist to the foot of the king sized bed. his eyes flicker from your body to your face. that's his command to stay still. so you do, waiting for his next order as he walks to the bedside table. he opens an intricate box, pulling out another cigar and lighting it. he monitors you, making sure you don't step out of line, planning exactly how he's going to ruin you.
"well?" his brow raises as if he's losing patience. as if you're wasting his time. theoretically, you are. luckily, you're the only thing he wants to waste time on. he takes another drag, undressing you in his mind before his stare connects with yours again, "you know what to do."
you unzip your dress, letting it fall and feeling your whole body flush as he admires your nude form. there's nothing more liberating or intimidating. to be completely exposed to him, so vulnerable.
"no wonder you looked so good in that thing," the cigar bobs between his teeth. he rests against the table, focused on your breasts rising and falling with every breath as he takes his belt off, "you really are a whore. if i had known you were naked under there i would have fucked you on top of the bar. you'd love that, wouldn't you? putting on a show for our guests, letting them see how well you take my dick?"
the idea alone has your stomach bubbling with excitement. you grin coyly and nod again, distracted by the veins in his arms as he undoes his pants, "yes, daddy. i'd love that."
"maybe next time," he groans with relief once his cock feels less restricted. it's hidden just under his boxers now as the tip of it pokes out from the waistband. you rub your thighs together involuntarily, eager to be filled with him, "on your back. legs open."
you fall onto the satin sheets, splayed out for him beautifully. yukhei rests his cigar on an ash tray, settling between your legs and ghosting his palms over your thighs. chills form in his wake, shivers zapping up your spine and he smirks again when you've already curled your fingers into his hair.
"just relax and stay pretty, baby," he ducks his head towards your heat, kissing your stomach and hips before lifting your legs over his shoulders, "let daddy finish his dessert."
then his lips are on your clit, massaging it so slowly as the tip of his tongue pokes against it. he's barely tasting you, but he doesn't want to eat it all at once. oh no, that would be a waste. he wants to savor you. to experience you in vivid detail. slick like glass, gooey like honey, velvety and smooth. like forbidden fruit enchanting his tastebuds. like a wine so coveted that not even he deserves a sample. he's going to drink you anyway, though. he takes what he wants, and you know him too well. one sip is never enough.
now he's getting hungrier, making out with your clit and swirling his tongue in circles until you're drooling all over his chin. you moan wantonly and arch away from the mattress. he lets you roll your hips on his face, your fingers inching to the nape of his neck and toying with the chain dripping down to his chest.
"daddy...fuck, it feels so good," another broken moan escapes you when he prods your entrance, sucking on your folds. your fingers start to shake and you tug his hair tighter to stop them.
he growls in response, hooking his arms around you and burying his face into your pussy. his voice is deeper than night, vibrating through your pelvis and echoing as if you're hollow. in fact, you feel far too empty. his tongue is too much but not enough, rubbing your walls like heaven until your toes are curling on his back. his thumbs draw figure eights on your hips, stirring you up inside and making your clit twitch between his lips. it's still not enough, though. it's not his dick stretching you out, rearranging your guts until he's constructed you for his pleasure and nothing else. his mouth feels incredible, but it's not enough.
he keeps going a little longer, relishing your cries of sweet agony, lapping up your release and swimming around inside you until he can't hold his breath any longer. he pulls away with a gruff "shit" and reaches for his cigar. he fills his lungs this time, breathing it in with your musk and puffing out a cloud above you as you curl your legs up. he didn't permit you to move, so he smacks your thigh and gets you whining in desperation. of course your response makes him laugh. he loves being needed by you.
"what now, slut? the pussy loves daddy, hm?" he huffs at the pout you're giving him and crushes his cigar until it burns out. he's still chuckling to himself when he dives back in, pressing your legs to your chest and licking straight between your folds, "she tastes amazing. she gonna purr for me, baby girl?"
you can barely hear him past the static in your skull. he always knows exactly what to say, exactly how to break you down until you're going crazy. maybe it's the alcohol. maybe it's the secondhand smoke getting to you. maybe you do just need him too badly.
"daddy," whispers are all you can manage. there are wrinkles in his forehead when he looks up at you, thick brows framing wicked eyes like you're staring into the pits of hell. the devil looks so friendly through those windows, "she loves you. i think she wants your cock."
his voice rumbles inside you once more before he pulls away for good this time. he licks his lips clean, his tongue settling to poke against his cheek and he sits back on his heels.
"does she now? that's cute, baby. you're in luck," he strips himself the rest of the way, and your blood feels like fire in your veins. you'll never get tired of how big he is. of the fluttering in your tummy while you wait to be stuffed full. you're in a trance, shaken out of it when he grips your ankles and flips you onto your stomach, "my cock wants to rip her apart."
your mewls are animalistic, like prey on the verge of being devoured. he grips your hips tighter when you try to squirm, and you yelp as his hands fall hard on your ass. he grabs two handfuls, greedy and shameless, spreading your cheeks and biting the soft flesh. then his lips trail all the way up your spine, sucking where your neck connects to your shoulders. he's wetting his dick between your folds, grinding and giving you just the right amount of friction. it's like you're clinging to the edge. at any moment you could fall head first. if only he would push you over that cliff.
you beg for him quietly, frail and desolate as if he's the only thing that can save you. he knows how badly you want this. normally he would keep you waiting, keep his head between your legs until you were crying for more. tonight you're just too beautiful. pliant in his hands, fragile in a way that makes him feel like crushing you. like a stone on thin ice, he's cracking the surface and dragging you under.
finally the head of his cock slips inside you. you swear your mouth is watering as he stretches you, but the only thing you can feel clearly is him. he's thick and long, making your walls ache so wonderfully no matter how many times he's settled into you. he keeps sinking until he's balls deep and you both groan in content, your limbs already like jelly as you savor the moment. you're so fucking full. full to the brim, but you know he'll make room for more.
"messy slut. you're dripping all over the sheets," you squelch around him lewdly every time he thrusts. he doesn't even give you a chance to adjust before his hips are beating hard against yours, one fist clenched in your hair and the other hand firm on your lower back, "feels like you're drowning me. gripping me so tight. i don't think i'll ever come out."
your moans are muffled by the pillows when he pins your head down. you would love it more than life itself if he never left you empty. the sound of skin slapping skin, the scent of his fluids mixed with yours as he swears incoherently, all of it blending together like a song that never fades. this is your favorite way to get fucked, not too quick but so aggressively that it knocks the air from your lungs. there's already too much pressure inside you. the only answer is to let it consume you.
"fuck, take that cock. good girl. you like how it feels, baby? huh?" yukhei's voice always changes once he's inside you. makes you feel microscopic. soothing and petrifying in the strangest way. his moans are just as harsh now and he pins one of your legs up to reach even deeper, lifting your head with a rough grip on your neck, "answer me. feels nice when daddy plays with this pussy, doesn't it? can anyone else fuck you this good?"
"n-no, daddy. only you," your jaw goes slack when he squeezes your throat. you can feel your heart racing into his fingertips, his dick throbbing inside you as you gasp for breath. it's like your soul is being drained from your body. as if he hasn't already blackened it, "please, i love your cock so much. i need more, h-harder."
the headboard is already slamming against the wall before you can close your mouth. he's pounding harder than should be humanly possible, so hard that your whole body is trembling from the agonizing pleasure. you're screaming like he's murdering you, and anyone who can hear you from your open window probably thinks he is.
you want everyone in the valley to know that he owns you. that you're his personal sex toy. that he's working your body like it's his source of income. pushing so deep inside you right now that he's touching places you didn't know existed. this is the height of luxury. not the mansion, not the cars, not the jewelry. luxury is yukhei taking you like property, arm flexing as he chokes you, veins in his neck bulging, sweat dripping off his face and streaming down the curve of your back as his hips just keep pounding. he's spoiling you like no one else can. so no, you don't care if people judge you for having a sugar daddy. you know why you love him. you're the only one who can have this.
he pushes you face down again and raises your ass from the mattress, forcing your hips back against his. you've already submitted to him completely. you trust him enough to let him defile you. daddy always knows what you need, even if you end up broken.
"that's it, baby. you belong to me, don't you?" you can read his expression without seeing it. his jaw is clenched, piercing eyes fixated on you as you keep moaning like a porn star. your body taking everything he gives you, your release glistening on his dick every time he pulls out of you. so obedient for him. he loves getting what he wants.
"everything is mine. this ass," his eyes only get darker as he watches it bounce, spanking you harder than before just to hear you whine, "this cunt," another spank, "those tits," another one yet before you're squealing and he's grunting out profanities through his teeth, "every piece of you is mine. and if you ever think another man can fuck you better than me, i guess i'll just have to fuck that brain right out of your head."
your orgasm boils to the top. as if hot water is flooding all around you and you don't even realize you're crying until you hear your own sobs over the sound of his growls. he only moves faster the louder you cry, making you dig your nails into the mattress. the bed is shaking and creaking underneath you. the whole house could collapse around you. you wouldn't care as long as you're with him.
soon you're coming unraveled together, your walls clenching tighter without warning as he sprays ropes of cum all over them. he keeps grinding into you through your orgasm, making you writhe from the overstimulation before he pulls out with a "pop." his release gushes out of you, tickling your clit and spilling onto the sheets. you're too small to contain it all, but he's going to make you hold it. he scoffs, in disbelief that you'd reject him this way, and catches the mess with the head of his cock. he's still hard enough to fuck it all right back into you.
"you really need to stop smoking, daddy. what if something happens to you?"
you're sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi as you watch yukhei finish his last cigar for the night. your toes are cold on the tile floor, the stark white bathroom still filled with shadows as the sun slowly rises over the hills. his muscles look even better in candlelight, his strong back turned to you for your viewing pleasure as you kick your feet absentmindedly. he glances at you over his shoulder, smiling warmly now and making his way over to cup your cheek.
"nothing can touch a god, baby girl. don't you worry about me," his thumb traces your features tenderly, so different from how he was earlier but not the least bit uncharacteristic. he leans further until his lips connect with yours. he feels like cotton on your tongue, like an angel healing you from within when he kisses you. it makes your heart flutter with a thousand tiny wings, but you don't show it. instead you pull away to roll your eyes and take his hands in yours.
"you're really full of it," you slip his rings off one by one, placing them on the edge of the tub before letting him stroke your hair. you stare up at him with sparkling eyes, your fingers toying with your favorite of his emeralds as you kiss his chest, "you have to stick around to take care of me, you know."
his smile curls a little more, a sigh tumbling out of him before he faces the mirror across from you. he admires both of you for a moment, your naked bodies still glistening with sweat and decorated with love bites.
"look at us. have you ever seen two more beautiful people in your entire life?" you rest your cheek against his chest as he keeps petting you. your eyelids grow heavy just from listening to him speak. his voice is spiced cider in the snow, a warm blanket protecting you from harm. you peek at his tall figure beside you, shaking your head in response, "exactly. we're not like everyone else, baby. it only makes sense that a goddess would be with a god. even i might rank below you."
"i still think you're full of it, but i love you regardless," with a chuckle his eyes are on yours again, his own strength wavering the slightest bit at the sight of you. he's given you the most enchanting afterglow, something only conjured in a dreamscape. how could anyone compare to you?
"i love you, too," and he means every breath of it. he has to avert his attention, try and ground himself before he loses his will. his eyes hold soft focus on the faucet running, gentle water filling the tub as he turns the jets on, "is it warm enough for you, babydoll?"
you swirl the water between your fingers and nod silently again, taking a petal from the surface and holding it to your nose. the atmosphere is still heavy with smoke and sex, roses that charm even the coldest exterior. perhaps your version of heaven carries this scent instead.
yukhei helps you into the bath, guiding you to his lap and kissing each of your fingertips before he tastes your lips again. you could melt in this water, his body so firm and sturdy under yours. his powerful arms engulfing you, bringing you closer and closer even if reality won't let you meld together as one. it's moments like this when yukhei can feel himself breaking, finally crumbling into your waves as they soak him. he keeps you in his arms, letting you move against him and floating with you, a ship atop the ocean waiting to be carried to shore.
your fingers dance along his chest again, hips rutting against his playfully and he pauses to groan in surprise. your laugh is a little bell in his ears, and he smirks again as he hugs you tighter.
"one more round, daddy? please?" he couldn't possibly say no to you when you ask so politely.
he repositions you, fitting himself inside you where he belongs. his eyes nearly roll back into his head at the moan you let out, even prettier than all the ones that came before it. he rests against the wall behind him, his hands caressing your wet breasts as you ride him at a languid pace.
"anything for you, princess. let's take it slow this time."
Summary: you're a normal girl, or so you try to be. Your father is the second in command to one of the worst Mafia leaders in the world but you want no part in that life. Unfortunately a rival gang thinks you work for them, and you're taken. You didn't want this in your life, but you also didn't expect to fall for the rival gangs leaders son.
You never tell anyone who your father is anymore. When you were little you confused when you mentioned your father's name, the whispering while pointing at staring at you made you question what your father did. Why were people so terrified of him? Parents refused to let you play with their children, often leaving you to eat your lunch alone while everyone avoided you.
It wasn't until you moved to a new school in your last year of highschool that you decided you were going to keep his name from coming out of your mouth. No one ever knew what he looked like, but just the sound of his name strikes fear into the eyes of people.
Your father, Park Haejin, was the right hand man to So Jisub, the notorious, most vicious and ruthless Mafia boss. You weren't entirely sure what your fathers job was, but you knew it wasn't good and you didn't want to know what he did. You mostly spent your time working at the small Café you'd been at for 3 years and making sure your sister, who enjoyed a lot of dick, was staying safe, since now it was just the two of you. Your father was rarely around, making the two of you decide you were now orphans, even at the age of 22.
"Jennie." You call out before yawning. You reach behind you, untying your apron from the back, lifting it over your head to hang it on the coat rack. You hear nothing from your sister as you slide off your running shoes, that just happened to be perfect for the amount of running around you're constantly doing. Your feet throb as you walk through your small shared apartment, heading towards the kitchen. Your throat is dry and scratchy from yelling out orders for 8 hours. Opening the fridge, you grab the pitcher of water and a glass before closing the fridge and noticing a note taped to the door.
"Ayn, meeting up with Brian, don't wait up " you read out loud. Of course she was.
You finish your water, placing the pitcher back in the fridge before going and taking a shower, then crawling in your bed to sleep before another day at the café.
**
"Do you see that guy over there?" Your coworker Joy whispers in your ear, nodding her head back, motioning towards the back of the store. You dart your eyes where she's wanting you to look and you see a man dressed in black, sipping his espresso while reading the paper.
"I do." You say. "I see he's reading the paper, oh the horror." You laugh.
"He was here yesterday too." She harshly whispers.
"What?" You gasp. "So was she, and him, and him." You say, pointing to a few others you distinctly remember from yesterday.
"I'm just saying. He's been watching you." She says, putting her hands up. "You can never trust anyone." She finishes, going back into the kitchen to decorate cookies.
Standing there for a second, you go to turn your head and you swear you hear the shutter of a camera. You look back at where the man sat, the table now empty. Your shake off the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach, grinning at the next customer in line. "Hi, what can I get for you today?"
**
After the day is done, you drag your feet home. You're watching in front of you as you mouth the words to your favorite EXO song, doing the tiny dance moves along with the lyrics. You see a car approaching from the corner of your eye, your stomach sinks as a terrible feeling radiates through your body.
The car passed you, turning down the street a few blocks ahead, and you finally felt like you could breathe. As you continue walking, another car passes you and you notice that it happened to be black, just like the last car. You shake it off again, coincidence, you think. Today has just been weird and you're slightly on edge. The car turns down a few blocks a head.
You finish your song, moving onto the next one when you see the car again, and now you know it's the same car from the last two times. It still only passes you, turning down the same street. You make a turn, walking down a different street, picking up your pace until you reach your apartment. You take a few deep breaths, thinking of rational reasons the car passed you three times. You could think of plenty but none of them made you feel any better.
You unlock the door to your apartment door, and immediately see your sister sitting on the couch eating Ramen while watching a show. "Hey." She says, trying to not let any noodles fall from her mouth.
"Nice of you to return." You sigh, hanging up your apron and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"Yeah, sorry. I just slept at Brian's." She yells from the living room.
You wander back into the living room, sitting down on the couch next to her, laying your head in your palm. "Do I even want to ask which one Brian is?"
Your sister laughs. "He's a new one." She smiles. "He's so nice, and treats me really well."
"You're going to end up catching something." You warn. "I'm all for being sexually active but I need to make sure you're being safe." You say, turning your head to look at her.
"You don't need to worry about me. I'm 18, I'm practically an adult." She spits.
"You're still a child." You say. "I promised mom I would watch out for you, and that's what I'm going to do." You finish.
"Whatever." She snarls, standing up to storm off to her bedroom before slamming the door.
You let out a deep sigh as you pull your legs up onto the couch, grabbing a pillow from beside you and hugging it tightly. You bury your face into the pillow letting out a soft yet hard scream, making sure Jennie didn't hear. You loved your sister and you just wanted the best for her, just like your mom.
3 years ago your mom was in a car accident, or at least that's what you were told. You always had a gut feeling that your fathers work had something to do with it, but he swore up and down that it really didn't. You wanted to believe him but it was hard. Your mother sat you down one evening and had told you she had a bad feeling that she was going to be killed, that she was being watched. She made you promise her that you would look out for your sister if something ever happened to her. You didn't think anything would but you agreed to it.
3 days later she was in a car accident where she passed instantly.
Your sister took it hard, she started acting out, partying, staying out late and you could barely get a hold of your father so now it was up to you.
"I love you." You yell, throwing the pillow back onto the couch. "I need a drink." You murmur.
Your phone dings from inside your back pocket. You lift your ass to dig it out, seeing a text from another coworker, Irene.
[7:54pm] Irene: Drinks tomorrow?
You had completely forgotten that tomorrow was already Friday, leaving you one last work day until the much anticipated and needed weekend.
[7:59pm] You: Fuck yes.
You toss your phone back onto the couch, standing up before heading to the shower, ready to already crawl into your bed and go to sleep, ready for a new day.
**
The next morning you yawn as you open your eyes, your alarm blaring the obnoxious and consistent beeping you hated to hear every morning. Rolling over you smack the clock to shut it off before rolling out of your warm blankets, the cold air hitting you, sending chills down your spine as you shuffle your way to the bathroom. Turning your shower on, you undress before stepping under the hot water, waking you up just like you needed.
After your shower you do your make up, simply and lightly before drying your hair and brushing it into a tight ponytail, making sure there are no stranded hairs flying away. You get dressed in your uniform, grabbing a banana and check on a sleeping Jennie before heading out the door. Your usual routine on a usual day in your life.
"So, where are we going tonight?" Irene asks, pouring a coffee into a mug. "I was thinking Club X." She mentions, putting the lid back on before taking it to drop off. "Large coffee for Jinhae." She yells out. Your head perks up, you knew that name. It was the name your father used when he didn't want people to know who he was. Your eyes dart around the shop, landing on the door as you see a man exit, holding the cup of coffee Irene had just poured.
"Hey, that man asked me to give this to you once he left." She whispers, handing you an envelope. You take it, heading to the back where your locker was. You open it up, seeing a few stacks of cash. Your father may be absent but at least he still makes sure you and your sister are financially secure. As you begin to close up the envelope, you swear you hear the shutter of a camera again. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to see where it's coming from but you see no one. You shake it off, walking into the back room.
"Everything okay?" Joy asks, walking into the room, opening her locker and rummaging through her bag.
You shove the envelope into your locker, clearing your throat. "Oh yeah. Just my dad sending the monthly ``I'm sorry money." You sigh. Joy and Irene knew about your father being absent but that's about the jist of what they knew, you weren't about to go into too many details about that part of your life with anyone.
"Hey, any money is good." Irene laughs, finishing up touching up her lipstick.
You give her a genuine smile. "Very true. Hey, drinks on me tonight." You say, closing your locker and linking arms with Irene, heading to the front.
"Joy, Ayn is buying drinks tonight." She yells. "Wooo, girls night." Joy claps.
You clear your throat as customers stare at the three of you, you awkwardly laugh. "Sorry." You apologize, heading back to the till to take the next person's order.
"Hi there, what can I get for you?" You ask. The man keeps his face down, a hat covering his head. He's wearing all black and you can hear him breathing heavily. "Sir?" You whisper. He looks up at you, his eyes covered by the beak of his hat, only his smile you can see.
"I know who you work for." He begins, his voice deep. "Watch out." He whispers before leaving the Café, and leaving you confused.
**
"Like, I know who you work for? Obviously, I was trying to take your order." You laugh, talking to Irene and Joy as the three of you get ready for your night out.
"People are so fucking creepy." Irene says, giving herself the chills. "Gross."
The three of you finish getting ready, heading towards the door, you send a quick text to Jennie, letting her know where you were going to be that night, in case she was home.
[9:46pm] Jennie: I'm staying at Ryan's tonight. See you later."
You roll your eyes, yet another one on her roster.
"Lets go." Joy urges, holding her hand out for you. You smile as you take it, letting her pull you faster behind them, down the stairs to the uber you guys had been waiting for.
The three of you pull up to Club X, seeing the long line you just knew that you wouldn't be making it in there tonight. "Don't worry." Irene smiles. "I got this." You all get out of the car, heading to the bouncer. Irene flashes a smile and says hi. The man begins to blush and opens the rope for the three of you to walk in, making everyone else in line fuss about the fact they were still waiting.
"How?" You ask, walking through the hallway. "I don't get it."
"I fucked him the last time I was here." Irene laughs, holding the door open for you guys. You walk into the club, the bass is thumping, you can feel it on your feet. The smell of alcohol drifts through the air as you watch the people out on the dance floor.
"Oops." You gasp as you collide with someone's chest. "I am so sorry." You yell, your hand touching his bicep.
"It's okay." He smiles back at you.
You were about to say something else when you notice a woman hanging off his arm, looking pissed at you. "Sorry." You say again. "Sorry sorry." You say a few more times, hoping she got that you were sorry.
"Come on." Joy yells, dragging you away from the uncomfortable situation you had gotten yourself into. Her and Irene drag you to the bar, waving over the handsome bartender to order you guys some drinks.
"Three shots, and three cocktails." You order, sliding some cash onto the bar. A few minutes later he comes back placing your drinks in front of you, pushing the money back to you.
"The man over there bought it." He yells, pointing to a creepy looking man who was sitting at the bar. You wave to say thank you, and find a table with your friends.
"Why do I always attract the weirdos?" You ask, sitting at the table to take your shot.
"You're too nice." Irene laughs. "You need to stand up for yourself sometimes."
"I could yes." You agree. "But then you guys would have nothing to do if you weren't saving me from uncomfortable situations." You laugh.
"She does have a point." Joy laughs.
A few hours, and a few more drinks later you headed to the bathroom, and on your way back you're stopped by the man who bought you the first round of drinks.
"Hey." He smiles.
"Oh, um hi." You say, looking for Joy and Irene.
"You're welcome for the drinks by the way." He awkwardly chuckles.
"Oh yeah sorry, thanks." You laugh. "See you around." You say, trying to walk away.
"How about a dance?" He asks.
"I'm okay, sorry, but thank you." You say. "I need to find my friends."
"Look, I bought you drinks, it's the least you can do." He says, grabbing onto your wrist.
“I’m sorry, thank you, no. I have to really get back to my friends. But really thanks for the drinks,” you say as you try to twist your wrist from his grip.
"Don't be a bitch. Be grateful, how about?" He demands.
"I believe she said no." A voice from behind you booms. "Let her go."
"Who the fuck are you." The man asks.
"You sure you wanna find out?" He asks. He pushes the man holding onto you back, forcing him to let go of your wrist.
"Whatever, bitch." He scoffs, running off.
"Thank you." You say, turning around to see a tall, handsome man standing in front of you. He was wearing a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. Dark hair falling over his eyes, large plump lips and a smile that could melt you. "What's your name?" You ask.
"Lucas. And no worries." He smiles, turning around to wrap his arm around an extremely attractive blonde woman and walk away.
You're mesmerized as you walk back to the table where Joy and Irene sat. "Someone looks happy." Joy teases.
"Do you guys wanna dance?" You ask, looking behind you, catching Lucas looking at you from across the room while the girl he's with tries to talk to him.
"Sure." Irene says, jumping off her chair. The three of you make your way to the dance floor and start to move your hips. You're on rhythm with the music, running your hands along your sides, down over your hips before back up. You close your eyes, imagining Lucas dancing with you, his large hands being the ones sliding over your body. You open your eyes, immediately connecting with his, you smirk as the corner of his lips lift slightly. He turns his head to speak to someone, and you turn around finishing off your drink before stumbling your way to the bathroom.
After you finish using the bathroom, you make your way out into the hallway, and see Lucas standing there smirking as he looks you up and down. Your drunk self was going to say something to him but the blonde bombshell approached him, pulling him away again.
You close your eyes, focusing on the music, and that's when you hear it, the shuttering of a camera again. Your eyes shoot open, searching around you. The club is spinning, you're looking from left to right trying to find it. You can hear it over and over again.
Click
Click
"Ayn?" Joy asks, concerned, grabbing your hand.
"I think I'm just drunk. Sorry." You whisper.
"Lets go." Irene giggles. The three of you stumble from the club, heading towards the bus stop. You look at your phone, 5 am it reads and it makes you smile.
"Buses just started running again." You giggle. Headlights catch your eye, you look over Joy and see a black car sitting a few feet away from the bus stop, a black car that looked oddly familiar.
Once the bus pulled up, you quickly got on, moving to the back. You look out the window and see the car now following the bus.
This was crazy, why would anyone be following you, or watching you. You've clearly been watching too many Cold Case Files. You try to shake it off but the nagging feeling never truly leaves you.
The three of you get off the bus at your stoppers, and try to walk, but end up stumbling into Irene's apartment when she laughed, telling the two of you that she signed the three of you up to work at 10 am and forgot to mention it. At the time you all thought it was hilarious, but just wait until you have to wake up.
Your night was the funniest you've had in a long time. You would definitely frequent that club if that meant you got to see him again.
**
9 am came far too quickly for your liking. You rolled off the couch at the sound of an alarm blaring. Laying on the floor you barely opened your eyes as the world spun around you. "Fucking why?" You groan, in the attempt of trying to stand up.
"Morning." Irene groans, dragging her feet out of the kitchen, holding a tray of coffee.
"Oh god." Joy groans, sitting on the couch, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"Why did you sign us up for this?" You whine.
"Because." Irene starts. "If I have to work, you bitches have to work too."
**
"Hi, what can I get for you?" You ask. You're sweating, you can feel the alcohol seeping through your pores. You're entirely sure the customers can smell it on you because you sure can.
"Oh hi, ummm.. an iced Americano please." The man smiles.
"What size?" You ask.
"Large please. I know this might be forward, but would you like to get dinner with me sometime, Ayn?" He asks.
You stand there staring at him for a second, unsure of how to respond. You had literally never seen him before in your life.
"I um, I'm sorry, I just, sorry.. um, I'm not dating right now.. I'm sorry." You mumble.
"Ahh come on, I promise you'll have fun." He laughs.
"Ayn, boss needs you in the back." Joy says, coming to the counter. "I'll finish up here." She smiles. You make your way to the back, letting Joy take care of the man who won't take no as an answer.
A few minutes later you peek around the corner making sure the man was gone, luckily he was.
"What is with you and creeps?" Joy asks.
"I don't know. Same with last night, ugh." You groan. It made you wonder if you gave off some kind of aura, one that made you seem desperate for anyone to ask you out.
If there was anyone you'd say yes to, it would be Lucas from last night. God, he could do anything to you and you would thank him. It made you wonder, since it was Saturday, maybe he'd be back at the club tonight.
"So girls, round two tonight?"
**
"I'm going out tonight." You tell Jennie as you walk by in your short black dress.
"Like that?" She asks, rolling her eyes.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You ask.
"Nothing." Jennie smirks. "I'm going out too, so I'll probably stay at Brian's."
"Back with him now?" You ask.
"Yeah. He treats me well, why not." She says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Okay then. Have fun." You say, happy that you finally had a conversation with her without any fighting or arguing.
"Yeah, you too." She says, going back to reading her magazine. You slip on your heels, grab your purse and head out the door, feeling like tonight was going to be a good night.
"Yes, I'm like four blocks away." You laugh. It was the third time Joy and Irene both called you to make sure you were safe and almost there. Honestly you couldn't ask for better friends then those two.
"I'll see you soon." You say, hanging up your phone and slipping it back into your purse. As you continue to walk you see a car out of the corner of your eye, slowly creeping beside you. You keep your head up, picking up your speed a little bit. Your heart begins to race as you hear a door open. You try to start running in your heels but you're not very fast.
"Grab her." You hear from behind you. You start to panic as you feel an arm wrap around your stomach and another one around your mouth, a hand covering you so you can't scream. You drop your purse as you're dragged into the car, trying your hardest to fight.
"Do it now." Someone grunts as you scratch and kick, trying to get free. You feel a prick in your neck as they inject you with something, you continue to fight until you fade into the dark.
**
"Wake up." You hear, your eyes fluttering open. A glass of cold water is splashed in your face, making you cough, your eyes now shooting open. You try to move your hands to wipe the water away but they're tied behind your back. You sat in a chair, your ankles tied to the legs of the chair, with a gag shoved in your mouth.
"What the hell are you doing at our club?" A terrifying man yells. "What the fuck do you want?"
He rips the cloth from in your mouth, tossing it onto the floor.
"I.. I don't.. I don't know." You whisper, your tears threatening to fall. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know you're a part of The Cobras. Club X, why were you there? What were you looking for?" He yells.
"Nothing! I'm not a part of The Cobras." You scoff, shaking your heading."I never have, and never will be!" You scream. "I was just clubbing! Please." You cry.
"You received money from them! You're working for them!" He spits. "Don't fucking lie to me!" He yells, throwing his glass of liquor across the room, smashing it against the wall, making you jump.
"It's my dad! My dad is Park Haejin. He.. he gives me money every month to help me pay bills." You stutter. "I'm not working for them."
"I don't fucking believe you." He calmly says. "Take her to the basement." He grunts, nodding to one of his men.
They untie your feet, standing you up as the man keeps one hand on your arm, dragging you out of the office. "Please." You beg. "Please don't.. I'm not working for them." You cry.
The man ignores you, signaling for his men to take you away. You're dragged down the hallway, passing someone you instantly recognize.
"Lucas?" You whisper. He looks at you, his eyes wide as he immediately recognizes you. He stands there as he watches you being dragged away as you plead for someone to help you.
**
"Father?" Lucas asks, walking into his fathers office. "Who was the girl?"
"She's been snooping around, working for The Cobras." His father growls.
"Her? She doesn't seem like the type.. last night she.." he fades off. His father throws down photos of Park Haejin with an envelope, and pictures of you counting the cash in the same envelope.
"Need more? Her father is Park Haejin. There is no way she's not involved." His father asks. "You've been wanting more responsibility, hey boy? Go get some information from her." He demands.
Lucas smirks, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Gladly." He says, walking away. He's been yearning to do more within the company and he would do whatever he needed to make his father proud and make you speak.
Lucas heads downstairs passing the cells that contain people begging for their freedom, pleading to see their families one last time but Lucas ignores it, focusing on the door at the end of the hallway. The room that you were in, the room that contained all the tools he would need to get some info out of you.
He turns the key, hearing the click of the lock before pushing the door open. You sit there, squirming in your chair, trying to escape, the tears falling from your eyes.
"Please I don't know anything." You cry.
"Cut the shit." He snaps. "We know you've been working for them. What were your intentions at the bar then? What the fuck were you trying to gain?" He yells,
"Nothing! I wasn't trying to gain anything! I don't even work for them!" You cry.
Lucas walks over to the table, grabbing a knife. "Last chance." He says, twirling the knife in his hands.
"I'm telling you the truth!" You scream, trying to fight your restraints.
Lucas squats down in front of you, placing the blade on your thigh. "Tell me." He says, holding it up. "Please." You cry.
Before he's able to hurt you you both hear a voice outside the door before a knock.
Knock
Knock
Lucas answers the door, listening to whatever the person on the other side was telling him as you sit there in pain from your restraints, tears falling down your cheeks.
"So." He begins. "Jennie." He finishes with a smirk. "I threaten to cut you and you won't talk, how about your precious sister's life. Will you talk now?" He asks.
"She doesn't know anything and neither do I! My father gives me money every month to help us with bills and expenses. I'm not working for anyone."
"Someone is ready and outside your apartment, waiting for your sister.." he says.
"How many times do I have to tell you." You cry out. "I don't have any information."
Lucas sits down, leaning himself against a wall. He sits there, staring at you trying to decide if you were lying or not.
**
A few hours later you were still tied up, your head hanging down as you wept. Lucas sat with his head in his hands, frustrated.
"You really know nothing?" He asks.
"I really know nothing." You sigh. "Trust me, I would have cracked by now if I knew anything." You whisper.
Lucas stands up, walking out of the room, leaving you there. He goes back to his father's office, sweaty with no blood on his hands.
"Father." He says, announcing his arrival. "She knows nothing. She's not working for them." He says.
"You're sure?" His father asks.
"Positive."
"Release her. Clean her up, I can use her against Haejin." His father finishes, dismissing Lucas.
Lucas nods to his father, heading back downstairs.
He opens the door walking over to you. You flinch as he reaches out for you. He pauses for a second before untying the ropes, releasing you. You try to stand up but your legs are weak. You fall, but he catches you, scooping you up in his arms. As he carries you upstairs, you look at him, curious of what he was going to do.
"Here." He says, walking through a bedroom and into a bathroom, setting you down. "Take a bath, as long as you want. I have something to take care of." He finishes, walking out of the room.
You begin to run the tub, stripping out of your dirty clothes. You take a deep breath, your body shaking as you wait for the tub to fill up.
You slip into the hot water, your body aching as the water seeps over it.
You don't move for at least an hour, easing your muscles before you get out of the bath. You wrap yourself in a towel and peek into the bedroom, it's dark, the only light from the moonlight shining through the window. You head towards the door, trying to find Lucas. You didn't want to put on your dirty bloody clothes but you needed something. You creep into the hallway, going the opposite way that you came. You come to the last door, hearing the sound of someone whispering.
Placing your hand on the doorknob, you turn it opening the door, you see the back of Lucas hovered over someone.
"I'll fucking kill you." He grunts, his hands wrapped around someone's neck. The man below him tries to fight, his face red as he struggles without any breath.
"Hey!" You yell. Lucas lets go of the man's neck, turning around and seeing you standing there. He leaves the man, charging towards you. You back up until you hit a wall. Lucas smacks the wall behind you, his face close to yours as he breathes heavily. You raise your hands forgetting about the towel wrapped around your body. It falls to the ground making Lucas smile slightly as he looks down, eyeing your body.
"Mhmm." He groans. The man behind him stands up to run out of the room. "You're fucking lucky, Yuta. Next time I'll kill you." He yells before looking back at you. "As for you. If you tell anyone what you saw…" he says before you interrupt.
"I won't. I won't tell anyone." You say.
"If you do, I will kill your entire family." He whispers. Lucas pushes himself against you, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
Out of nowhere he backs away from you, walking out of the room and down the hall, leaving you confused and horny.
You turn around, placing your forehead onto the wall, trying to catch your breath. Why were you allowing him to affect you the way that he was. You needed to have some kind of control.
Seconds later Lucas storms back into the room, pressing himself against you. You can feel his hard cock pressing into your backside along with his breath on your neck. "Say no if you don't want this, other than that, don't say a fucking word." He breathes.
You say nothing.
Your face is pressed up against the wall as you hear the sound of a zipper opening, the small grunt of him pulling his pants down. "Spread your legs." He grunts
You do as you're told, your breathing becoming rapid with anticipation. Lucas moves closer, guiding himself into you, giving you no time to adjust as he begins pounding into you. You throw your head back as he plows you, his thrusts showing no signs of slowing down.
One hand grips your shoulder, while the other one pushes you harder into the wall. You reach your hand down between your legs, between your lips to touch your clit.
Lucas moves his hand from your shoulder and reaches around wrapping his large hand around your throat, pulling you back into him, squeezing your neck.
You rub your clit faster, your orgasm building quickly. You fight for breath as he squeezes just a little harder before letting go, leaving you gasping as your orgasm hits, spreading through your body, making you shudder with pleasure as your knees buckle.
"Fuck. Such a bad girl." He grunts, pounding into you harder. "I'm gonna cum in your fucking pussy." He spits.
Seconds later he releases himself inside you, grunting as he fills you full of his cum. The two of you stand there breathing heavily as he pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his pants.
"Father wants to see you." He says, clearing his throat. "There are clothes in my room. Get dressed then come down." He says, walking out of the room.
You cannot believe you just let him fuck you, who were you? Jennie?
Feeling ashamed of yourself, you picked up your towel wrapping it around yourself before heading back down the hallway and to the room you had emerged from.
On the bed laid a white bikini, and nothing else. Now feeling terrified you got dressed, and made your way downstairs and into the office.
"Here she is." Mr. Wong announced to the men of the room.
"What are you doing dad?" Lucas asks, looking from you and back to his father. Clearly this was not the outfit he put onto the bed.
"Well, Haejin doesn't believe his precious daughter was taken. So we're going to send him some pictures." He laughs.
You look at Lucas, terrified while he looks confused and uncomfortable. "Lucas, my boy, hand me the knife." Mr. Wong smiles. "Watch out, it's about to get bloody." He laughs walking towards you with the knife as two men hold you still.
-> Synopsis: Fools by Troye Sivan, but it’s about your relationship with Lee Taeyong
-> Words: 1.5 k
disclaimer: this is far from the real lee taeyong, it’s merely fiction, please be kind, always!
I am tired of this place, I hope people change.
You sat in the practice room, eyes fixed on Taeyong. Following his every movement, the way he turned on the beat and that serious and intimidating expression of his.
His group members that were dancing around him were blurry. For you there was only Taeyong. His friends would sit down with you when they had breaks and you would talk and joke with them. But your gaze still wandered to Taeyong on the other side of the room.
Two months ago, you stumbled upon him in a coffee shop. He bumped into you, making you spill your coffee on your shirt. The moment you laid your eyes on Lee Taeyong you knew you were screwed.
I need time to replace what I gave away.
You fell too easily. Always did. You gave your heart away like a rose. But roses die when you don’t treat them right. The withering is inevitable when you only keep them for decoration. Roses need care, they need love.
When you stumbled upon him for the second time, he asked you to hang out. He brought you to the studio and you finally realized what kind of person he was. The kindness and comfort Taeyong radiated was addicting for someone as lonely as you.
He didn’t have to do much for you to fall on your knees for him. You gave him all your love with every touch and every stroke. You felt blissful afterwards, lying in his arms, wishing you could be like this with Taeyong forever.
And my hopes, they are high, I must keep them small.
Your love for him only grew with every day. With every smile he flashed, with every kiss he pressed on your lips.
Taeyong was many of your firsts and although you knew you weren’t his, you wanted to at least be his last.
Though I try to resist I still want it all.
You never had many friends, but as Taeyong invited you to the company often, you got to know his group members.
With every time you met up with Taeyong or his friends, you felt yourself getting closer to be part of the little family they were. And it felt so nice.
I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes. I see a little house on the hill and children's names. I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray.
When you watched him at work you began to imagine a life with him. A life outside this building, in a house you’d buy together. With a family you’d create together.
But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.
Your vision got blurry whenever you kissed him now. You entered the studio, where he was writing lyrics late at night. The little spark in his eyes you saw at the coffee shop had died down.
You tried to convince yourself that maybe you just imagined it, that he was just tired. But the more days that passed the more you realized it.
Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall. Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.
You felt like you were nothing more to him than an object. Someone he could pass time with. Your love for Taeyong was still as big as the first time you saw him.
But suddenly it felt like you gave him everything and never got anything back. Taeyong’s smile, that would make your heart flutter a few weeks ago, suddenly felt empty and fake.
Oh, our lives don't collide, I'm aware of this.
If he wanted he could have anyone. In comparison to all the beautiful people Taeyong came across at work, you felt like a loser.
You wondered what he saw in you. Did he even look? Did he ever look?
He could drop you any day, push you away and lock you out of his heart, but he never did. Taeyong just kept it going. Whatever that even was between you two.
The differences and impulses and your obsession with
You never argued with him, although you sometimes hated his behavior. He was so cold at times, just stopped talking to you. And it hurt.
It hurt how much you felt like you didn’t mean anything to him. This wasn’t the healthy relationship you had imagined. Was this a relationship at all?
the little things you like stick, and I like aerosol.
Taeyong seemed so fine with the way he treated you. Ordering you to the studio at midnight whenever he needed a distraction.
And you would let him. Let him use you as if you were only a distraction.
One second he was burying his head in the crook of your neck, panting and whispering sweet nothing. And the next he sat back down to continue writing songs, not sparing you another glance.
You would watch him for a while, hoping he would get up and come back into your arms. But it never happened.
Don't give a fuck, not giving up, I still want it all.
You couldn’t count the amounts of sleepless nights you had. Thinking about you and Taeyong.
You debated whether or not to leave him. But it was hopeless. You were hopeless. Taeyong had your entire heart.
You had nothing of him. Only the faint memory of a once sincere kiss he had placed on your forehead, when he promised you the world after you had loved each other.
Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall. Only fools fall for you, only fools. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.
You sat on the floor, leaning against the cold wall in the practice room. Taeyong was stretching by the mirror, your eyes burning holes into his back and looking through him at the same time.
You caught your own reflection in the mirror, but it was as if it was a different person. A person you so hated to see or be.
I see swimming pools and living rooms and aeroplanes. I see a little house on the hill and children's names. I see quiet nights part over ice and Tanqueray.
You tried to go back to the times you had heart eyes for Taeyong. The times when your head rested on his chest and your fingers drew circles on his warm soft skin. The times you imagined the rest of your life with him.
The times you thought he was yours for the rest of your life and you were his. When Taeyong was your world.
But everything is shattering and it's my mistake.
Maybe it was your fault. Maybe he couldn’t love you, because you weren’t lovable. Maybe you loved him too much, maybe he was just overwhelmed.
His friend sat down next to you, noticing your tired expression. The pain in your eyes. He asked what was wrong and though you wouldn’t tell him, he quickly caught up, seeing your eyes on Taeyong.
Only fools fall for you, only fools fall. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.
There was only pain left in your shattered heart. His friend saw that too. He put his hand on yours gently, attempting to comfort you. But his touch felt numb.
Taeyong caught your eyes in the mirror, turning around to smile at you. The same smile you had waited to see for such a long time.
His friend was whispering words of advice, but you were already caught up in Taeyong’s eyes again. You were too hopeless.
Later that day you found yourself in Taeyong’s embrace again. Your sad attempt of fixing your broken heart. There was a hint of hope when Taeyong kissed your lips, whispering an ‘I love you’ so nonchalantly, it hurt more than him not saying anything.
Only fools fall for you, only fools fall. Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.
He stayed a bit longer in your arms, dozing off. Your eyes were on the ceiling and nowhere at the same time.
Sometimes you love someone so much it breaks you. Sometimes love is not meant to be between two people.
Only fools fall for you. Only fools do what I do. Only fools fall for you.
You eyes wandered to Taeyong, peacefully lying beneath you, looking as ethereal as ever.
Maybe you didn’t deserve him. Or maybe he didn’t deserve you. If you got up now, left and never came back, would he feel as heartbroken as you? Would he cry the way you did every night for the past weeks?
Only fools do what I do, only fools fall.
His friends’ words came to your mind. ‘Don’t get hurt waiting for him to love you back.’ You entangled yourself from Taeyong and walked towards the door.
You turned around, taking his beautiful features in one last time. You felt like a fool, having fallen for him so hard.
You fell, hoping he was the one to help you up, but Taeyong kept on walking. Your heart disappearing in the distance with him.
A rose withers, it’s inevitable. But sometimes the rose needs to know when it should distance itself from people that don’t care for it.
‘I love you’ you whisperd, putting one hand on the cold metal door knob.
a/n: I’ve been obsessed with renjun’s cover and just had to write this, hope you enjoy it :]
there’s always some sort of beef between you and enemy!lucas. you don’t know or remember the reason why but it’s been like this since the both of you were in elementary school. all you remember is that you really despise him.
he’s literally the definition of a fuckboy. everyday, he’d have a new dog to pet. they would make out everywhere despite being in public. it was obviously not a pleasant sight to see. you’re not even being dramatic. the only time you see lucas is when he’s making out with someone and it’s always a different girl.
nowadays, he’s trying to make you become one of his dogs. he’d flirt with you nonstop if he gets the chance and will tease the shit out of you, wanting to get a reaction. you hate that you uncontrollably satisfy him when you start getting shy just from his presence. you hate that he’s able to have a huge effect on you. you hate that you have feelings for him.
no matter how much of a fuckboy he is, no matter how you despised him as a kid, you can’t help but develop feelings for the male, not knowing how or why it has to be lucas out of the seven billion people on this stupid floating rock.
you tried to push those feelings away from you because you’ll know it’ll lead you to something you wouldn’t be fond of. you avoided lucas when he tried getting closer to you and it surprisingly worked because after a few days of ignoring him, he stopped pestering you.
not until today, where you’re stuck with none other than wong yukhei, aka lucas, in the suffocatingly small classroom. or maybe because you’re all alone with the person you hate the most that’s why you felt claustrophobic all of a sudden.
when he entered the room, his face was evidently in shock because you were here. it soon shifted into a cocky one and he started to approach you, hands in his pockets like the typical fuckboy he is.
“what’s my princess doing in detention?”
‘fuck.’ you cursed under your breath. you completely forgot lucas is basically a regular when it comes to detention. as for you, this was the first time. you were late for classes for a week straight and so the teacher gave you your first detention. out of all the times, why now?
you kept quiet while he sat down on the empty chair beside you. he pulls the chair closer to you, literally invading your personal bubble. he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you even closer. looking at him was a bad decision as your face was inches from his. he smirks at you, wanting to get more reaction.
he slowly brings his large hand down to your thighs, gently caressing and squeezing them. his strong gaze never left your big doe eyes. you couldn’t even lie. what he’s doing to you right now is turning you on. all your negative thoughts about him has fully faded away.
you didn’t even notice that his hand is already under your skirt. you whimpered when you felt his finger rub your clit over the fabric that was blocking it. you slightly spread your legs to grant him more access. but you soon realize…
“l-lucas, someone could enter-“
“shh. i locked it.” he hushed and continued to do what he was doing. your panties were getting more and more damp as he kept going. you started to breathe heavily, not wanting to moan in front of him.
“come on, baby girl. don’t be so shy.” he whispers into your ear. “i want to hear you, princess.”
when you didn’t follow him, he stops. you whined, feeling your orgasm disappear. he lifts your skirt up and he admires your thighs. you suddenly felt concious and closed your legs. he looks at your underwear. “do you mind to take it off?” he asked softly.
you slide it off and lucas immediately goes back to where he started. you were still in that position. bodies close together and his arm around your shoulder.
he started to kiss your neck, marking it with bruises while he rubs your clit once again. this time, you whimper and it was the prettiest thing lucas has ever heard from you. soon enough, he inserts a finger inside your pussy and you moaned loudly, spreading your legs even wider.
he fingers you in a fast pace, adding two finger in. you moaned out his name, your hands going up to his hair and pulling it harshly. “your moans are so pretty, baby girl.” he was getting erected from the sight of you being pleasured just by his long fingers.
“feels s-so good… ah..” you could barely speak. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moan. “aren’t you a little brat? avoiding me and now you’re all up on my fingers.” he groans when he felt you clench around his fingers. “you like it when i fuck into that tight pussy of yours?” his pace fastens and you moan even louder. “answer me, slut.”
“y-yes… please… cl-close..” you begged as you were near to your high. he fingers you continuously until you were a moaning mess. “cum for me, baby.”
and that was enough for you to reach your climax. you pant heavily. lucas started to finger you again and you grab his wrist to stop him from doing so but he was stubborn. he continued to insert his finger in and out of your fucked out pussy. you whine out in pain from the overstimulation.
“this is what you get for avoiding me.” he already started with a fast pace. you cursed, feeling the pain fade away and being replaced by pleasure. you don’t even care about how loud you were being. his fingers felt so good inside of you. “who’s making you feel this good, princess?”
“you.. o-only you… shit..” you cursed. you soon orgasm once again. he pull his fingers away and he grabs your chin to face him.
“suck.” he commanded. your mouth takes his fingers, tasting your own juices. he watches as you lick his fingers as if it was his dick. he started getting hard from the thought.
when the both of you calmed down, lucas speaks up.
“h-hey… uh.. uhm-“ he stuttered. his nervous state was far from the dominant one a while ago. “i was wondering i-if you want to.. uhm… go out sometime?”
your eyes widen at the question. and he suddenly becomes even more nervous. “no, no! not that way.. i’m serious this time.” he says and you were a bit skeptical. he sighs.
“look, i’ve had my eyes on you for too long and i really, really want to date you. for real. i promise i will treat you right.”
hope and sincerity visible in his eyes, you smile softly and nodded. he grins, pulling you into a tight hug as he felt genuine happiness.
please it’s literally 1 am already so i apologize for any grammatical errors but i hope you enjoyed. also, as of march 2021, i’ll be opening requests soon. love lots! - night <3
“plea– mmph!” taeyong whines as you slap the palm of your hand against his mouth, stopping him from making the sounds that so desperately want to spill from his lips.
tears build up in his eyes the more you slowly work your hand over his raw cock, tip angry and red and covered in his cum.
you know that taeyong is already on the brink of passing out, having gone through three intense orgasms but you want one more. just one more drop and you’ll stop.
you felt evil, watching your boyfriend beneath you thrash against the bedsheets, wrists tied to the headboard and body covered in his own sweat and cum. His cheeks are stained with tears, lips swollen from all the biting and his eyes struggle to stay open.
“This is payback… you know that, right?” You whisper as you pull your hand away from his mouth, playing with the strands of hair that stuck to his forehead from the sweat. “From all the times you’ve strapped me to the bed—“
“fuck” taeyong cuts you off with a cry as you press the pad of your thumb against his slit.
“—and pounded me into the mattress until i couldn’t walk the next day… you fuck me stupid every time” The way you speak so calmly and softly sends shivers down taeyong’s spine, the hairs standing on his arms. “now it’s my turn. you get to know how it feels”
“ba–baby, i can’t” taeyong whines, shaking his head frantically as you pull your underwear down your legs and hover above his cock, guiding his tip to your folds which makes him flinch at the sensitivity. “fuck! please… please”
taeyong — part of the my bloody valentine collection.
prompt. when your soulmate gets a wound or cut, flowers bloom on the same spot in your body.
synopsis. you’re desperate to meet your soulmate. maybe you can put a stop to the flowers stubbornly blooming on your wrists.
warnings. tread cautiously. mentions of mental illness (depression, attempted suicide), swearing, manipulation, implied self-harm, dubious content, forced relationship, unconsensual touching near the end, ty pulling the sadboi agenda
disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.
When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.
Genre: mature theme, slight smut
warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.
words: 3k
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“Are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.
He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.
Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.
Have you seen Taeyong's Class performance? I cant stop thinking about getting railed in an empty classroom by coworker professor taeyong
OOOF👀👀👀 it was hot! I hope you like this Drabble!!
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Warning: SMut, protected sex, penetration, breast fondling, cursing, spanking
[1:54 PM]
“Well, hello professor Lee, what brings you to my classroom?” You continue to pack your bag as Taeyong walks over to you. The class was just dismissed before he walked in.
“The Dean said your class performed better on the mid term than my class did..I have to say, I’m not too happy about that.”
Taeyong touches your desk delicately as he watches your breasts strain against your button down shirt.
“What can I say? Maybe you should spend less time trying to fuck one of your coworkers and more time trying to help your students.”
You raised an eyebrow and stepped by him to leave but he grabs your wrist and stops you.
He was dangerously handsome, you couldn’t help but gulp hard as he gazed at your lips then down to your cleavage with dark eyes.
He had been flirting with you since the very first day that you transferred to the university as a visiting professor, you wondered how on Earth you stayed unaffected by him up until now.
“You’re the only one I want to fuck, y/n..” he loosens his tie and rubs his thumb slowly on your wrist while leaning on your desk.
“Taeyong..you’re ridiculous.”
“Please..just once..it’s your last day here, then you travel back to wherever you came from..” his eyes trail down to your skirt as he grabs a ruler sitting at the edge of the desk.
He taps it against your thigh and bites his bottom lip.
Your skin reacts involuntarily to the touch of the ruler as he drags it up your thighs and to your cloth covered opening.
Taeyong likes seeing you tremble.
“Is this making you wet?” He whispers. “It’s just you and me now, you can be honest.”
You lick your lips and nod.
He smirks then stands up from the desk and walks around you.
“You know..I think you deserve a good spanking for making me upset.”
You gasp.
“How did I make you upset?”
He walks up behind you and leans into you ear. “Your class did better than my own did, I told you that I wasn’t happy about that.”
You scoff. “And what are you going to do about it?”
“I think you should bend over the desk and find out..” he whispers once again then places his hands on your waist. He kisses your neck softly as you whimper and throw your head back.
The ruler still moves against your clothed slit, making you move your hips against it for more.
Taeyong then unbuttons your shirt and caresses your nipples with his cold finger tips. He bites into your neck to leave love bites while increasing the pressure of the ruler against you. His erection pokes through his pants and touches your butt.
“Taeyong...fuck.” The way he caresses your breasts and hard nubs makes your legs weak.
He takes a fistful of hair into his grip and presses you down onto your desk, your ass sticks up in the air now.
“Take it off for me, let me see how pretty your pussy is.” he watches as you bring your stockings and panties down to show him your opening dripping with slick.
He licks his lips then *smack*
He uses the ruler to deliver a smack onto your bum.
You yelp but grow increasingly wet.
“Oh? So you do like being punished..”
He smacks you again and watches your breasts move against the cold wooden desk.
“Taeyong!” Another smack echos in the room as it makes contact with your warm skin.
He’s held back for so long now, he just couldn’t wait to take you in his bed. So he walks up behind you and zips his pants down. He rubs his hands over your irritated skin before sliding a condom on.
He teases your entrance by using his tip to part your folds and sliding in between them.
He taps the tip against your clit and slides down again. You grip the edge of the desk as you anticipate being ruined by him.
“Fuck me Taeyong, pl-“
And finally, he grabs your waist and pushes into you hard.
He groans when he feels his cock run against your velvety smooth walls.
All he had to was tease you with a ruler and his voice, and you were already so wet and ready for him.
He holds onto your hip and rocks his body into yours, listening to the way your pussy welcomes him over and over.
You moan a bit too loudly so he wraps his large, veiny hand around your throat and squeezes.
“No, no sweetheart, we don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?”
“N-no..oh my..” you can no longer form coherent sentences as his finger tips press onto your clit and rub circles into it.
He squeezes even harder as his movements become rougher, but you don’t care.
Everything he does is so hot to you, having you bent over your own desk like this. Having you tip toe so that he can bury himself firm into you while you call out his name.
He moved his fingers faster and after just a few more thrusts you cum and shake all over him.
“Ahhhh that’s it, good girl.” He grunts and grabs your hair again. You squirm under him because of the sensitivity but he goes harder and presses into you so deep, you begin to go dizzy. His praises and low husky grunts only added to your arousal.
Your cries are too loud to control now but Taeyong doesn’t really care, what would the others do if they walked in on the two of you anyway? They could watch if they wanted to, all that mattered was that you were getting fucked silly and in the best way by him finally.
He pulls out of you abruptly just so he can sit back in your desk chair and watch you ride him, your body bouncing up and down as you chase another high.
“I like having you like this..” he smirks. His hair dangles above his circular frames and his lips are red from being bitten. He looks so sexy you can’t help but clench.
And with your breasts in front of him now and along with your beautiful face contorted with pleasure, he cums quickly while holding you against him.
You pant and start to button your shirt up but Taeyong places his hand on top of yours and chuckles.
He breathes onto your neck as he comes down. “I’m not done with you yet.”
[ 9:04pm ] “thought i’d go easy on you, right?” jaehyun asks, towering over you with his tall stature. there you are, laid out all pretty for him; hands tied behind your back, a spreader bar keeping your legs apart for him to admire how wet you’re growing by the second. a red blindfold robs you of your ability to see just how amused he is by how pathetic you appear. a small black vibrator rests between your legs, the sensation all too much on your sensitive clit. your eyes silently plea for him to let you come, to end the prolonged teasing. but from the looks of it, you’re not going to catch a break anytime soon. “hate to break it to you but you’re wrong. so, so wrong,” the last part only a mere whisper as he takes your chin between his index finger and thumb.
with tears stinging your eyes with each heavy vibration of the device wreaking havoc between your legs, jaehyun chuckles at the sight. you whimper loudly, the vulgar sound filling the room while his hand comes down harshly on your throbbing core, sending endless shockwaves of pleasure and pain throughout your entire body. with your eyes shut tight and a bundle of nerves in the pit of your stomach bound to burst at any moment, you’re begging for that release, to finally be pushed so far to the edge of no return. he does it again, this time much harder than before. you jolt at the feeling, only desperate for something other than the prolonged torture on your clit. oh, how you wish to see his actions, but for that damned blindfold, you’re limited to only feeling his touch, no matter how extreme it is.
“please let me cum, i want it so bad, just-,” you’re cut off by three fingers being stuffed in your mouth. pools of saliva drip down your chin, eyes rolling to the back of your head as jaehyun pushes them even further. you nearly choke. it gets hard to breathe when you have his lengthy digits down your throat.
“no can do, sweetheart. sluts don’t get rewarded, remember?”
summary: You and Taeyong promised each other to go through everything together. You both dreamed of the music industry and after so many years, you finally got the opportunity to sign a contract with a big company, but they only wanted you, not Taeyong and you. At first, you didn’t want to do anything without Taeyong, but he encouraged you and supported you, but after your big success, Taeyong changed and his jealousy destroyed your relationship.
song: the heart wants what it wants - Selena Gomez
genre: idol!au, angst
warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing
word count: 4,8k
A/N: I really love this one and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do, listen to the heart wants what it wants by Selena Gomez while reading!! 💖
I was on stage and I was thinking of…
I felt like I know him though I know his heart
And I know what he wouldn’t do to hurt me
But I didn’t realize that
Feeling so confident, feeling so great about myself…
And then it just be completely shattered by one thing
By something so stupid
But then you make me feel crazy baby
Feel like it’s my fault
I was in pain…
The award in your one hand and your phone in your other hand. You were nervous, almost scared. You whole body was trembling, and your lips were about to bleed, you chewed on them without feeling any pain.
You looked on your phone, for the millionth time in the last three minutes and there was still no call and no text.
You felt like the dress you were wearing, the beautiful golden dress, was suffocating you. It was tight around your waist and with every passing second it got tighter.
You clutched your heart.
Are you dying?
You can’t breathe.
Is this it?
Your vision is blurry, tears filled your eyes.
“Y/n! Can you hear us? Hey, honey, are you alright? Look at me.” This was your manager, she tried to calm you down. You were going to die, there was no other way to stop the pain.
“Someone bring me a fucking bottle of water!” she yelled to the crew in your dressing room. “You did it, Y/n! Artist of the year award is in your hands! This was your dream!”
You looked at the award in your hand.
Artist of the year.
Did you deserve this? Of course you did. You worked day and night, non-stop without any breaks, this was your dream and you did everything you could to achieve this.
