Warnings: SMUT- the kind where you’re sitting next to someone but you want to read it so you cover your phone/kind of shield it away somehow and now that person is thinking, “oh, what’s s/he reading,” but in reality, they wouldn’t want to know.
The sun had just begun to peak through the small slits
between the curtains, when you felt something against your butt, and a pair of
hands slide over your curves.
“Jin?” you mumbled, turning over to face him. “It’s early…”
“I’m sorry, y/n…” his low, raspy voice perks your senses,
waking you up as your skin begins to tingle. Leaning down to kiss you, his long
fingers danceed on your hips, making their way up your body and you let out a
small mewl at the warmth of his body and sweetness of his lips. “Mmm baby, why don’t we start the morning off
really good?” he chuckled, flipping you onto your back and positioning himself
between your legs and teasingly grinding against you.
A/N: This piece is very long and has taken me a long time to write for several reasons. But I hope this is what these lovely people hoped for when they sent in their requests (xxx)!
Love you all and I hope you have a great day :)
Harry had always been in awe of you.
From the moment he had you in his
life, his heart had been filled with your gentle compassion. He had admired
your instinctive kindness, personally witnessing the way you’d give a piece of
your heart to everyone in your life. “Being
kind is all that I can give” he’d hear you say and it breaks him just a
little when he watches your smile falter for a fraction of a second, before you
arch your eyes and nod your head slightly towards him in reassurance. You’re
doing it again, he gathers, putting up a front to satisfy the people around
you. Making sure they remained lost in their pursuit of happiness while you’re
left alone to pick up your own shattered pieces.
Harry had regretted that night the
most. The first, of many, where your heart felt particularly heavy as you
smiled and whispered “I’m fine” to
his concerned eyes. The silk of your dress clumped at your shoulders as you
walked away from him then, away from a night of celebrating your recent
promotion at work and into a cab to nurse your friend that had gulped too much tequila
to shove away his own misfortunate thoughts.
➽ Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret.
➽ Warning: mentions of alcohol, public sex
➽ a/n: I started planning for this prequel after a late night chat with a friend not long after Bliss and Ardour were posted (yes that was a year ago), but I never had the inspiration to write the whole thing down. I have been re-writing this piece so many times, until I feel that it is finally enough to serve as the perfect filler for Bliss. And after a long deliberation, I have decided to split the prequel in two parts. I felt that the plot was dragged to long, and I’m pretty sure I would bore the readers if I keep it as it is lol. Anyway, enjoy!
update: I finally think it’ll be wise to post the whole series in three parts.
Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?
As your eyes fluttered open, the bright light from your window piercing through making you squint, you felt something heavy strayed against your body. Finally adjusting to the light, a gasp left your mouth when you saw Jungkook in front of you, his chest rising up and down softly, as his arm was draped around your waist, having you flush against him.
“Wha- OMG!” You exclaimed loudly, as you threw his arm off of you, scrambling away when your sudden movement caused Jungkook to fall off the bed with a large thud.
“What the hell…” he grumbled, his voice low and raspy as he got up on his feet, rubbing the side of his head as he stared at you through his lidded eyes.
“Y-You! You were–Why were you in my bed?!” You shrieked as you quickly looked down at yourself, the clothes you wore last night still donned on your body, a sigh of relief escaping you.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in alarm when a look of realization dawned upon him, as he stared at you, words spluttering from his mouth in a frenzy.
“Wai–It’s not what it looks like! I swear, I didn’t do anything! Y-you’re the one that grabbed me and asked me not to go and-”
“I did what?!” you exclaimed, your own eyes widening to the size of saucers, when Jungkook added, “Last night, you grabbed my wrist and told me not to go in your sleep and I tried but you just wouldn’t let me go so I thought I’d stay till you let me go but then I fell asleep an-”
Moaning, you fell to your knees in dramatic fashion, your head in your hands as you groaned in embarrassment, “Oh my god, I’m such an idiot. This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing!!!”
“Y/N–” Jungkook started when you lifted a hand up, pointing towards the door without lifting your head, feeling too ashamed too look him in the eyes.
“Please, just leave Jungkook-ah…I can’t. This is too embarrassing.” you begged as you saw his feet shuffle around, before he grabbed his stuff and made his way out the door, a breath of relief leaving you as you sunk against the wall.
“You’re kidding me?!” Seulgi repeated again while you were walking next to her, your shoulders slumped as your trudged down the sidewalk.
(Your boyfriend Jin is reluctant to allow his sexual fantasy to become a reality.)
Warning: Smut, male dom, female sub, spanking, fellatio, teasing, intercourse, dirty talk. I am so going to hell for writing stuff like this.
“Jin. Jin! Jinnie!
Yah, KIM SEOKJIN WAKE UP!”
Your attempts to gently nudge your boyfriend awake had
failed, so you shook him awake instead. You
had already been up for an hour, had showered, dressed, did your hair and
makeup and were ready to go do something fun for the day. Your boyfriend, Jin, was always so busy with
work it was rare to have a whole day for just the two of you. You had spent the night at his place so you
could get an early start on your plans for the day. First was a bike ride in the park, then a
picnic lunch, a trip to the aquarium, a puppy café, a movie, dinner, late night
bowling and drinks. Jin had laughed at
you when you told him your list of what you had planned, and he was right, it
would be impossible to do everything, but you wanted to try to do as much as
Jin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto the
bed so your head was against his chest.
He held you tightly so you couldn’t move much. “Baby, why don’t we just sleep a little while
longer. You wore me out last night.”
You smiled thinking of last night. Making love with Jin was always such a
pleasure. He wasn’t adventurous in bed,
but he was a generous lover, always making sure you were well taken care
of. You sometimes missed the wilder
sexual activities you experienced with previous boyfriends, but you wouldn’t
trade Jin for anyone else in the world.
He was by far the kindest boyfriend you had ever had.
‘I just wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about the reader being best friends with peter and secretly loving him and the reader has a shitty relationship with her mum like they never get along and one day they get into a massive fight and peter figures out that there’s something wrong with the reader because she’s falling asleep in classes and not talking at all and yeah’
‘Peter Parker imagine where he finds out the reader has insomnia and freaks out when she tells him she hasn’t slept in over 72 hours and makes her rest ??? Idk if that makes sense but love your work :)’
Warnings: Mentions of insomnia
Since the moment your alarm went off, you knew it was going to be a bad day. You’d had 0 hours of sleep, couldn’t find your favourite shirt, Stepped on that crooked nail hanging out of the bathroom floor and even ran out of your favourite cereal. To add to this, your mother was nowhere to be seen after last night’s argument which happened to be worse than others.
You were in no mood for Flash’s nonsense so when he’d tried to make a rude remark, it took everything in you not to punch him right in his extremely punchable face. Instead you’d grabbed his water bottle and tipped the contents over his head without hesitation.
Not even getting to sit besides Peter Parker in Chemistry, your best friend and long term crush could put a smile on your face. You’d admit that seeing the curly haired science nerd made your heart flutter but that was nothing compared to the usual near-heart attack he gave you.
Peter knew everything about you, from your favourite colour to your sleeping problems and issues with your mom. After all, these issues had resulted in you staying over at his house once or twice.
“Hey Y/N!” Peter quirked, a large smile adorned his features and if you weren’t at the lowest of lows right now, you would’ve smiled back. Unable to work up the energy to reply, you simply closed your eyes and rested your head on the grimy desk.
Peter could tell straight away that something was wrong. It may have been from the large bags beneath your eyes or the way you kept drifting off during the double lesson, probably both.
His Spidey senses could sense a lot, But Peter didn’t need them to let him know when something was bothering his best friend.
Throughout the lesson he kept the teacher’s attention off of your exhausted figure, ran his fingers up and down your back soothingly and took note of all the work for you to catch on when you weren’t so… down.
By lunchtime you hadn’t spoken a single word, your mind too occupied running over the argument with your mom and the fact that if you didn’t get some sleep soon, you’d probably pass out in the library, where both you and Peter sat away from everyone else. Your figures were hidden as you sat on the two person beanbag sheltered by old, dusty bookshelf’s. If you squinted your eyes you could make out the title of some book about Shakespeare.
“You know Y/N, you can tell me anything” Peter says, his voice filled with concern. “I know something’s wrong, you haven’t spoken all day and you fell asleep in Chem, when was the last time you slept?”
You let out a sigh, your eyes not leaving the ground. “I guess around 72 hours ago? I don’t know”
Peter sighs and grabs your hand, tangling his fingers with yours. The gesture is calming and one that you wish would happen more often.
“Have things been getting worse with your mom?” He asks, although Peter knows the answer.
“Yeah” You say, playing with your intertwined hands “She wasn’t there when i woke up this morning though, might not there tonight either”
“How about you stay at mine tonight? You know May loves having another girl in the apartment and I recently downloaded baby driver, I’ve been waiting for the right time to watch it”
“No Peter really it’s okay, i’ll just go home and-”
“Seriously Y/N, you even told me yourself that you sleep better at my place, just come home with me and I can let you borrow a shirt and some sweatpants” He says “I’ll even make those Chocolate chip pancakes that you really like for breakfast tomorrow!”
You can’t help but smile at Peter as his eyes widen with excitement.
As soon as Peter mentions borrowing his clothes you’re sold, you even can’t help but hope it’s the same oversized, dark blue shirt he let you wear last time.
Since that night, every time Peter wore that damn dark blue shirt to school your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, your mind replayed the way Peter looked at you that night. He thought you looked like an angel in his clothes, and god how he wanted to see you in them again.
You noticed all the little things about him like the way he flicked his hair when he was mid sentence, or the way he’d stuff his hands in his sweater when he got nervous.
You knew that most of the time, his hands were warm- but not too warm except for when he was about to do something that was out of his comfort zone, then they were cold and shook like a Chihuahua.
“Yeah, okay” You say “But remember, you’ve promised me pancakes now, Parker”
You’d be lying if you said nothing happened between you two that night.
Don’t think too far ahead- it was just a simple kiss that happened in the most innocent way possible. Baby driver was playing in the background, your head was resting on his shoulder and you were dressed head to toe in his clothes.
Admittedly, his hands were cold as they rested on your cheek, moving no lower and your breath probably smelt like the pizza May had ordered for dinner, but you’d have it no other way.
wc: 1.4k summary:“it’s okay, i’m okay.” in which peter’s worst fears seem to come true. (requested) tags :@theclonewarss
It was nearly dark when Peter opened his eyes again. There was a dull pulsing in his head and he groaned softly. His gloved hand reached up to press against his aching head. His thoughts of what happened merely minutes maybe even hours before came flooding over him.
His eyes were wide and he shot up immediately. Her name was whispered incessantly on his lips, his palms pressing into the ground. His head frantically moved back and forth, searching for anything that could give him a sign of her.
“Change the song Joe!” Caspar asked as some slow song started playing throughout Joe’s apartment.
You were spending your Friday night with your friends, all chilling at Joe’s. It was you, Joe, Caspar, Jack, Conor, Josh and a few girls that Jack and Joe had invited. The night consisted of music, alcohol and lots of drinking games.
The time now was around 1am and everyone was pretty drunk, including you. Looking around the room, you noticed everyone was lacking energy now. Jack was sat with a girl, whispering in her ear which made her laugh. Conor was sat on a chair near the TV, Joe had bought some more chairs down so that everyone could sit down.
As you watched Conor take a sip of his wine, you sighed. He was so attractive, you both fucked on a regular basis but it was never anything more. The worst thing was that he always ignored you in front of the boys, they all guessed that you two didn’t really get along. Conor made you so angry, he really did, but also so horny at the same time.
Conor’s face lit up as Joe changed the song. It was his own song, Royalty - you instantly recognised it.
“Cor, get this shit off!” Jack said, making everyone laugh.
“Let him have his moment, Jack. Filming the music video for this was the closest Conor’s ever been to a lap dance.” Joe snorted.
“Is that actually true, Conor?” Caspar asked seriously.
Conor instantly froze, and so did you.
“Um… No.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“When the hell have you had a lap dance?” Jack asked in disbelief.
You started to feel a bit embarrassed so you just looked down at your drink, stirring it with the straw. Everyone was slurring their words, due to the amount of alcohol that had been consumed tonight.
“I had one once before sex. Conor shrugged, trying to get Jack off his back.
“Bullshit. Who would give you a lap dance?” Jack shook his head.
“Yeah, prove it Conor.” Josh added.
There was a moment of silence before you heard your name leave Conor’s lips, making your heart beat super fast. Looking up, your eyes met his.
“It’s true.” You said quickly to the boys.
“How would you kn- Wait… You two?” Jack quickly figured it out.
“Holy shit!” Caspar said excitedly.
“Y/N giving Conor a lap dance, damn, that is something i’d love to see.” Joe announced with drooped eyes. The alcohol was talking.
You felt a little awkward, and so you looked back at Conor. He was staring at you with pleading eyes. You instantly knew what he wanted. Looking over to Joe, you nodded, hoping that he would clock on.
Standing up, you felt the alcohol take over your body as you pulled your skirt off, leaving you in just a shirt, bra and underwear.
“Start the song from the beginning.” You told Joe as you walked over to Conor.
Everyone began to cheer as the song replayed and you placed your hands on Conor’s shoulders.
You took Conor’s drink out of his hands and placed it on the side before swaying your hips to the music in front of him. Conor opened his legs and you stepped closer to him, moving your hips as sexily as you could.
Due to the fact that you were a dancer, you knew what you were doing. And due to the fact you have been with Conor many times, you knew how to drive him crazy.
“This is so hot.” You heard Joe. Everyone else was shouting things but due to the music you could only hear Joe as he was the closest.
Conor’s eyes never left your moving body, he sat back and let you do your thing. You moved your hands all over your body, up to your hair and down your body slowly.
Turning around, you moved your ass sexily in front of Conor. He always told you how much he loved your ass, and as you moved you felt his hand make contact with the bare skin with a slap. This turned you on so much as everyone let out woo’s.
As you turned around, you pulled your top over your head revealing your new matching set of underwear. You felt sexy. As you looked down at Conor, you could tell he was majorly turned on right now as he looked up at you with lust in his eyes.
Shifting onto him, he instantly held you by your ass, pulling you closer to him. As soon as you came into contact with his clothed crotch, Conor grunted.
Everyone was cheering in the background, encouraging you.
You grinned at Conor’s reaction to you. You circled your hips, rocking back and forth to the beat of the song as your gripped his shoulders. You pushed your core deeper onto his crotch, feeling the hardening member underneath - you had to bite your lip to try and hold in a moan. You grinded on him hard, opening your legs a bit wider every time you pushed your hips.
Conor looked down at your breasts, licking his lips. You knew he wanted you. Bad. As you continued to moved your hips onto his body, you realised everyone had gone fairly silent.
As you looked over your shoulder, you noticed Jack had a girl on his lap, kissing her hungrily. Josh was in a similar situation as he was now too busy with a girl. Joe and Caspar were still watching, smirks on their faces and bulges in their trousers.
“I really want to fuck you. Here.” Conor growled at you as the song came to and end.
Your hands went to your back, unclipping your bra and throwing it to the ground. You were very aware that you were getting naked in front of Conor’s friends but the thought of being fucked in front of people was turning you on more than ever.
“Please do.” You moaned at Conor’s words, your fingers unbuttoning the white shirt Conor was wearing.
You pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He looked so fucking hot right now. You were soaked and your core was aching for him.
“Y/N.” Conor squeaked as you continued to grind against him. “Please, I need to be inside of you.”
You knew what he needed. As quickly as you could, you moved your underwear to the side as Conor unzipped his trousers, reaching in to pull out his hard length. You both weren’t even thinking about the other people in the room that were watching, just too turned on by each other.
Conor let his cock free and your mouth watered as you looked down at it. Shifting a bit, you sank down onto him - hissing at the way it filled you up as much. He groaned, and shoved his hips up, making you swallow his whole cock in a quick thrust. You gripped onto Conor’s shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a loud moan.
You noticed that the song now playing was now black beatles, and oddly it worked. Conor’s eyes slowly scanned over your body and as his eyes met with your thighs, his face dropped.
You realised what it was - your scars. You didn’t want Conor to see those at all. You did the first thing that came into your mind and crashed your lips against his.
He kissed you back slowly, with passion. He gripped your hips as he pulled away.
“Y/N, you’re beautiful. All of you.” He whispered as your foreheads rested together.
You almost did it. You almost admitted your feelings for him in that moment. The words ‘I love you’ almost left your lips - but they didn’t.
Conor then placed his hands behind his head, resting against the chair and you obeyed. You moved your hips, sliding them in and out, the tip of his cock in just before pushing yourself down to swallow his girth.
“God…” He breathed out, his hands coming forward, wanting to grip on something - anything. You guided his hands to place them on your breasts and he instantly gripped onto them, massaging and attaching his mouth to one of your nipples.
The sensation caused you to moan out.
“Go faster, baby.” He panted as he pulled away.
Your hips slammed on his groin fast, but sharp. His cock was poking your g-spot and you clawed his chest as he threw his head back in a moan. Conor thrusted up, so that his whole tip can hit directly at your g-spot, and your hands gripped onto his shoulders.
He was coated in a layer of sweat, as well as the other boys were but you didn’t even notice them. You felt his release coming close. He twitched in you, and you rode him faster, wanting your release as well. After a few more thrusts, you exploded onto him, triggering his own release.
He held your hips, thrusting up, burying himself deep into you. As Conor released, he groaned and moaned out your name for all of the boys to hear.
When you both were finished, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you into him as you both caught you breaths.
When you finally got off of him, you turned around to see something you would have never thought would happen. Jack was in the same position you and Conor were in just moments ago, a girl was on top of him riding his bare cock. Josh was still staring at you with hooded eyes as a girl had a hand in his boxers, pumping at his length.
Joe was nowhere to be seen but Caspar was in the same place, his cock out for everyone to see as he pleasured himself with his hand and the sight of you.
“Fucking hell, Y/N, look what you did to our friends.” Conor laughed as he pinched your ass.
The next morning
When you walked into Joe’s kitchen the next morning, you were beyond nervous.
“Here she is!” Jack announced as you walked in, wearing Conor’s button-up shirt that you had wore to bed last night.
Everyone’s eyes went to you but they were all smiling. Conor was sat on a stool, his eyes going up and down your body as he admired the sight of you in his shirt.
“Come here, babe.” Conor shift on the stool and held his arms out to you.
As you walked over to him, he pulled you in for a hug.
“Y/N we’ve all agreed not to bring up last night ever again.” Joe told you, sipping from his mug.
“Good.” You replied, staying close to Conor.
“Although, we all also agreed that we’d all love to fuck you too.” Caspar added, making your cheeks flush.
“I don’t think so.” Conor shook his head, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Request: Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is an avenger and she is Peters age and she has a huge crush on him but shes really shy, and barely ever talks to him because she is too shy, but the everyone but Peter knows. and they know that Peter likes the reader also. so they try to get them together? Sorry if this was really long/ confusing!!
(A/N) Y’all I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person, but I feel like I needed to post stuff to keep you guys entertained. I feel as if this wasn’t really what the request wanted but this was the direction it ended up going in and I hope it’s up to the requesters standards. Also, I must say that this will officially be the first thing that is posted on my main blog. Much love!
Warning!- Killer! Au, Blood, Death, Dirty talk, Knife play
Group- Monsta X
Member- Shin Hoseok/ Wonho
Shin Hoseok was undoubtedly beautiful. His body was tall and lithe, covered in smooth muscles that you could sometimes see over his shirt. His straight teeth were covered by perfectly plump lips. His ears dipped out slightly, slimming his already angular face. His jawline was naturally sharp, adding to his beautiful profile. His eyebrows were full but not overwhelming in any way. And god his eyes. They were formed half moons when he laughed or smiled, melting anyone who could see. When he didn’t smile they pointed up slightly, giving him a cat-like eye- not that I was looking at him, of course.
Hoseok was charming. With the help of one sweet smile anyone would comply to whatever he wanted- male or female. In no way was he pushy about it, he was kind and bashful when he asked favors.
Hoseok was powerful. With a slight tilt to his lips and a seductive look in his eyes he could make the most respectable person fall to their knees, begging. He didn’t even have to speak.
Hoseok was smart. Since he was young Hoseok had always been considered a genius. His IQ and problem solving skills earned him spots in articles and any job he desired. This fame didn’t make him slack however, if anything it only made him work harder.
You could say he was the perfect man, everything anyone could ever want. So why would a man who could have anything he desired at his fingertips in an instant be a killer? Perhaps it’s because a life was the only thing that he couldn’t have with total ease. Perhaps he enjoyed seeing someone look at him with something other than admiration. Maybe playing cat and mouse with the police gave him a sick satisfaction. Because he was too smart and needed a challenge- a game that allowed no room for mistake. Maybe his parents were abusive- or too nice. Maybe it was as simple as a dysfunction in the orbitofrontal cortex.
He was a co worker of mine but we had never spoken out of a respectful ‘hello’ while passing each other. I knew of him of course, it was hard not to when everyone in the office cooed over how untouchable and attractive he was. He was a very friendly person, talking to anyone who started a conversation. He never showed romantic interest in anyone in the office however, no matter who threw themselves at him. This only spurred everyone’s interest, hoping they could be the one to date the Shin Hoseok.
You can imagine my surprise when our resident untouchable was on a date with a girl, whispering closely into her ear as she flushed a bright red. I was intrigued at the thought of our ‘ethereal Adonis’ who hadn’t shown attraction to the world’s most attractive and rich people being on a date with a seemingly ordinary person. These thoughts were disrupted when I looked into his coal eyes.
It wasn’t admiration in his eyes or love. They were calm, cold, and collected. He was scrutinizing her every move, observing her like a lab rat. She didn’t seem to notice past his facade, however, far too busy fawning over his looks.
I turned away from the couple, stopping by a food stand and ordering a few things to eat at home. Work was hard and I was far to exhausted to cook and too hungry to skip dinner. I handed the woman my money and thanked her before walking in the direction of home. After walking for a few minutes I spotted Hoseok with his arm slung around his dates waist.
They walked for a while through the winding roads of my neighborhood, the girl giggling loudly. Hoseok paused by a street light and turned her to face him. She smiled brightly as he slowly leaned in to kiss her. Voyeuristic as it may seem, I couldn’t look away.
So there I stood, watching silently as she closed her eyes and victorious smile crept onto Hoseoks lips. He leaned in so their noses brushed together. Instead of his mouth, his hand covered her lips. The girl brows furrowed slightly in confusion as she began to open her eyes.
The way the knife tore into the soft tissue of her skin was as fast as lightning and smoother than I would care to admit. I gasped but quickly closed my mouth and hid behind a corner, hot tears welling in my eyes. I peeked back, my heart repeatedly slamming into my chest.
Her eyes and mouth were open wide as she attempted to scream. Hoseoks hands latched on tighter, muffling the noise. He quickly slashed at her jugular as she looked at him pleadingly.Her eyes slowly drained of light as she slumped to the ground, dead.
I couldn’t help but let out a loud sob, making Hoseok to jerk around. I dropped my food and bolted, hearing the sounds of his feet padding after me. I took the shortcuts to my house, running faster than I ever had before.
I unlocked my door, hands shaking badly as I darted inside. I closed the door quickly but quietly and locked it behind me. My hands reached for my phone, dialing 911 but hesitating.
Who would believe that Shin Hoseok was a killer? He would charm his way out of a police investigation or come up with an alibi. He was a genius. Tonight was a mistake on his part. He hadn’t looked around and the both of us were facing the consequences.
I threw my phone across the room, tears streaming down my face as I hiccuped. The scene played in my head like a record, blood splattering onto the ground. I darted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time for my stomach to spill it’s contents inside the porcelain. I collapsed against the floor, weeping.
I put my hand over my mouth- much like Hoseok did to the girl- and screamed in anguish.
I walked into work, utterly exhausted from my lack of sleep and terrified at the idea of being recognized by the beautiful killer.
I walked briskly through the halls, trying to hurry to my desk where I was safe- well safer at least. A hand grasped my wrist and I jumped, freezing in place. A minute in the office and I was already caught.
I turned around to see Hoseok smiling curiously at me, “Why are you walking so fast?” He questioned, furrowing his brows playfully. Last night flashed behind my eyelids, causing me to flinch.
“I- I have a l-lot of work to do today and I drank lots of coffee so i’m jittery,” I lied, slowly pulling out of his grip. He nodded before smiling blindingly.
“Well have a good day!” I did my best to smile back at him. I muttered back that he should too and scurried away nervously. I was sitting in my cubicle, attempting to calm myself when my boss walked by.
“Are you okay?” He asked, resting a sweaty hand on my shoulder.
“I’m fine.” I gave him a pinched smile in return but he didn’t seem to notice. He gave me a pat on the back.
“I would hate for you to feel sick.” He added, looking sympathetic. I nodded quickly, hoping he could leave so I could bury myself in work. He sauntered to his office and I sighed in relief, slamming my forehead down on the wood of my desk.
I was sitting on the couch, attempting to engross myself in a good book when a knock sounded at the door. I stood up set my book aside before walking to the door and opening it, expecting a friend, instead peering into the dark eyes of Shin Hoseok. My eyes widened with shock but I composed myself, “Hoseok, what are you doing here?” I asked, faking a smile.
“You left your bag at the office and I thought you would need it. I thought I would bring it to you.” He explained kindly.
“Thank you.” I replied, taking my bag back. I moved to close the door but he wedged his foot in so I couldn’t.
“It’s rude not to even offer me coffee after coming all the way over here.” He said, frowning. I hesitantly opened the door and he pushed his way inside. I remained by the door for a minute before closing it reluctantly.
Hoseok was sitting on the couch when I turned around, waiting patiently for his coffee. I forced another smile before walking into the kitchen and beginning to make the coffee. It’s times like this I wish I had cyanide handy to slip into his drink. I knew for a fact that I couldn’t overpower the man or outsmart him. My only option was to feign innocence and hope would leave.
I poured the coffee into a mug and walked back into the living room. Hoseok looked up from his phone and placed it back in his pocket, “Thank you.” he said gratefully. I moved to set down the drink but my shaky hands caused it to spill slightly, the hot liquid stinging my hands.
Hoseok gasped, “Are you okay?” he took my hand in his own and observed it for burn marks. My heart fluttered slightly but I played it off as being nervous. It’s only to be expected while a devilishly handsome serial killer is touching you. I slowly pulled my hand out of his, cradling it slightly.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt that much.” I assured him, sitting down in a chair. Hoseok frowned, taking a sip of his coffee. I licked my lips, hurriedly thinking of an excuse. His eyes followed my tongue, lingering on my lips for a second
“You seem very nervous. Am I scary?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I haven’t had a guy alone with me in my house before. It’s nerve racking.” Hoseok took another sip of coffee. He stood up and circled the chair I was sitting in, pretty fingers trailing across the sides.
“I know that you know.” He whispered into my ear, plush lips brushing against the lobe. I bolted up from the chair and ran to the door but before I could reach it Hoseok slammed me into a wall, pinning my hands above my head, “That was rude.” he chided.
Fearful tears welled in my eyes, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear I won’t!” I promised. The man tsked in disapproval, his lips trailing over my neck and his breath tickling my ear. My breath stuttered at the close proximity.
“I know, Babygirl.” He said, kissing my neck. I held in the urge to moan, closing my eyes and soaking in the pleasure, “It wasn’t even hard to find out it was you. You brought the same bag you wore last night to work this morning and you were acting very suspicious. I decided to search your address and when I did I realized that you lived in the same area I was in last night.”
“I said I won’t tell anyone so just go.” I panted, heat pooling in my stomach. This was wrong- this was so fucking wrong. He licked a stripe on the underside of my my jaw and sucked on the skin just below my ear.
“You like this don’t you, Babygirl? Does being powerless like this turn you on?” Hoseok asked, nipping at my ear.