Nonidol!eric Sohn X F!reader

nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

you won't think golf is a boring sport after he's done with you! (but it's not about golf, and it's not about swings. just a young heir with money, love, and a thing for you.)

▷ genre, warnings. technically s2l, country club au, summer break au, starts with him already into you, slight pining? idk, fluff, humor, rich people™, golf lol, swearing, drinking, kissing, it gets like actually romantic, Eric Sohn bc he's so attractive someone help me.

▷ word count. 11.4k

▷ inspired by swing my way (cha cha malone & phe r.e.d.s)

a/n: one of my submissions for the deoboyznet summer on you event! and @mosviqu who implanted the idea of country club rich boy eric into my brain @@

It wasn't like Eric Sohn, heir to his parents' multi-million dollar investment firm, prized shortstop of the UCLA baseball team, planned to spend his entire summer charming his parents' clients and partners. A summer spent at the Beverly Hills Country Club wasn't something new for the young heir either. The rolling, emerald green hills for golf; the clean cement tennis courts; the dim and classy bars were all ingrained in him since childhood. They were environments Eric had learned to thrive in, and when one had the advantage, one was always taught to wield it like a blade.

At least, that was what he was taught. Over the years, he'd also learned that his extroverted personality and charming smile were disarming—and his pretty boy appearance often resulted in others underestimating him. That was their mistake.

"...that trip to Taiwan will be such a great opportunity to explore the relationship between our companies."

Eric clasped Mr. Thomas Tsaur's hand in a firm shake as the two men stood at the final hole of the golf course. Eric beamed. "Yes, of course! I know my mom would love to see the night markets around Taipei; my parents have been looking forward to the trip all year," he said, as easy as breathing air. Of course, he didn't really know if his parents were looking forward to it. If he was the one on his way to Taiwan instead, he knew that he himself would be ecstatic.

During business meetings—and meetings that weren't officially classified as business, but were definitely about business—Eric tried to stay as true to himself as possible. Once in a while, some of the persona he'd built up slipped through the cracks, but there was a reason he liked baseball more than business.

Mr. Tsaur made a pleasant reply back about promising a fun-filled tour of the city with his wife, and the two of them were splitting up. There were offhanded comments about seeing each other for dinner when Eric's parents finally arrived, but that was all that was left of the interaction.

Eric jogged down the hill toward the conventional path where a white-topped golf cart sat waiting for him. His driver and caddy companion for the day was Jacob Bae, a regular worker here at the country club whom Eric had known for at least a couple years now.

But instead of just Jacob and the cart, Eric found that someone else had joined the group.

You sat in the second row of the golf cart with a circular serving tray pressed over your lap. Like some of the other staff members at the club, you wore the standard black, collared shirt and black skort. He'd seen you around this place plenty of times this summer and even greeted you once or twice, but he knew you were new.

Oh, trust that he knew a new face when he saw one, especially when said face was as pretty as yours. The only shame was that you were often assigned to areas where Eric didn't exactly frequent, but he never took himself as the type to give up easily.

You and Jacob were sharing a laugh as Eric approached the golf cart with his golf putter in hand. "Hey guys," Eric chirped.

All the attention flickered over to Eric, but he couldn't stop staring at the way the slight breeze this afternoon was making your hair fall in your face all pretty. Even in a braid, the little strands fell out to frame your face.

"Oh, hi Eric! How was the last round?" Jacob asked as he twisted around in his driver's seat to watch Eric round the back to put his putter away. You had shifted in your seat slightly to follow him with your eyes, as well.

Eric slid the stick into his bag and caught your eyes. His smile widened. "It went well. Same old, same old," he chuckled, bracing a gloves hand on the roof of the cart. "When'd you get here, Yn?" He asked you with a nod of his chin.

You perked up at the sound of your name. Cute. "Ah, just a few minutes ago," you said. You sheepishly gestured to your empty tray. "Haknyeon dropped me off a few holes over to deliver drinks, and then I saw Jacob over here and walked over to catch a ride back to the clubhouse."

"I can't believe he just ditched you," Jacob chortled.

Eric circled around the cart to take the seat in the front beside Jacob. "He ditched you?" He frowned, leaning his arm over the back of the seat to look at you.

As the cart began making its smooth return down the path and over a small bridge, you smoothed your braid over your shoulder. "No, no! He didn't ditch me; we were just headed in the same direction until we… weren't," you mused. "I mean, if Cobie wasn't here, a walk back wouldn't have been the worst thing anyways."

"I guess," Eric agreed, biting his lip. "So, uh… ever played golf before?"

"Golf? It's been a while, but yeah, I've driven the occasional golf ball across a green."

From the driver's seat, Jacob slapped his right hand down on Eric's shoulder. "Yn-ie! This guy's one of the best casual golf players you'll probably ever meet. His swing? So clean."

Eric chuckled, clasping a hand on the back of his neck, when he felt your attention flicker back to him again. "I'm no pro…"

"I'll have to see that for myself then," you said with a smile.

The golf cart slowed to a stop in front of the doors into the main kitchens of the clubhouse proper. Because this main kitchen was so large, they were given their own set of doors directly to the outdoor courts and beyond for easy access. While Jacob would drop you off here, he would have to continue onward for Eric's proper spot.

You clambered out of the golf cart, poking Jacob in the shoulder as you went. "Bye, guys! Thanks for the ride, Cobie."

"Bye, Yn!" Both boys chimed together. When you disappeared behind the swinging kitchen doors, Jacob pulled the cart back onto the main road to carry onward.

Eric settled into his seat to face forward once again. He lifted the cap off his head and carded a hand through his hair to let the strands, dampened with sweat, dry a bit. "I didn't know Yn was allowed to work the golf range," he commented as innocently as possible.

Jacob made a small humming noise. "Yeah, we're short a couple people out here because of the Ferndale event going on down by the gazebo."

"She wasn't sent there?"

"Did you want her to be sent there?" Jacob grinned slyly at the young heir, who turned his gaze elsewhere.

Eric coughed. "I didn't say that."

His companion still would not wipe that knowing smile off his face, even as he slowed the golf cart to a stop and Eric hopped out to collect his equipment from the back. "I didn't say you did," he snickered as Eric walked away.

He didn't give Jacob the satisfaction of an answer, instead, saying a "thank you" for driving him over his shoulder, before ducking inside the clubhouse locker room.

Jacob shook his head in amusement and began making his way further down the path to return the cart. Silly, silly kids.

You didn't realize country clubs were real until you were sitting in the office of the Beverly Hills Country Club's hiring manager and being hired. That was about a month ago, and no, you still didn't believe it was real. The entire training experience, in fact, had swept through like a fever dream.

The summer season had just begun, though, and they had taken you on in a rush of desperation. You hadn't failed to notice how relieved the hiring manager looked when you told him you'd worked as a waitress at an upscale wedding venue before you moved cross-country, and knew how to carry a drink platter and dirty dishes. That was part of the reason you'd been hired on the spot. You'd also mentioned your extensive knowledge of how to fold cloth napkins into swans, and you liked to think that was your true selling point. (Don't ask, the last part was because you had been very bored while waiting in the backroom during a wedding.)

And while you cared little about cleaning pools or catering to rich prick egos, you did care about the crisp green bills that graced your eyes with more frequency than a Superman actor on Hollywood Boulevard. There was also the possibility to gain some more experience in the dining and catering world; if you were lucky, you could butter up your manager to let you help out in the kitchen some.

After all, that was why you were here so far from home.

"Yn, you've got company at table five," Haknyeon said as he passed by you on his way into the kitchen.

You gave a nod out of instinct. You brushed your hands against your black waist apron, absentmindedly reaching up to also smooth out the black vest on your upper half. Usually when you worked at the club's restaurants and bars as wait staff, your uniform consisted of a white button down under a black vest, followed by a black skirt and apron. It was classy and chic, and definitely added to the expensive atmosphere.

You could see table five in your section up ahead. It was a little early into dinner service, but there were still people who came in. To your surprise, the company at table five was none other than Eric Sohn himself, along with two others you recognized as his parents. They were dressed casually—meaning semiformal. It was something out of a dinner cruise, with Eric's dark brunette waves styled effortlessly messy and the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone to reveal the slightly bronzed, toned skin beneath—

You cleared your throat, plastering a smile on your face as you approached the table. "Evening, everyone. Mr. and Mrs. Sohn," you gave a small greeting bow to his parents, then swiftly doled out little napkins for their drinks. "It's nice to see you on the grounds again today."

"Oh, Yn! It's very nice to see you this evening," said Mrs. Sohn with a delicate flourish of her wrist.

"Yes!" Mr. Sohn chimed in, "What have you been up to? Eric says he saw you on the golf range today."

Your eyes darted to Eric's, then went back to his parents when you realized his eyes were on you. You laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and bracing the end of your serving tray against your waist. "Oh, uhm, yeah! I was just summoned down there to get some drinks to the Santos family—you know them, right?"

Recognition lit up in Eric's mother's eyes. "Yes, yes! Marina and her kids! Ah, well that sounds nice; I'll have to see if I can bump into her at the spa or something. Eric gave you a ride back in his cart, didn't he? The walk back is awfully far."

You nodded. "Yeah, of course. He was with Jacob, so I just hopped in the back and rode back with them here."

"I still owe you that golf date," Eric cut in smoothly, the hand with his Rolex draped over the back of his chair. His smile was casual, innocent, the kind that so easily could make anyone do his bidding.

"Golf date?" His parents glanced curiously between the two of you, and you felt heat rush up to your cheeks.

"It was just an offhand comment," you said sheepishly. "Jacob was telling me about how great of a golfer Eric is and I said I wanted to see his swing some time." Before anything else could be said on the matter, you tucked your tray under your arm and replaced it with your notepad and pen. "Can I get you anything to drink? An appetizer to start?"

That drew away the conversation promptly. It wasn't like you were uncomfortable with the idea of going on a date with Eric Sohn, it just wasn't that simple. Though the club officially encouraged good relationships between staff and club members, they didn't exactly encourage the romantic kind of relationship. Obviously, it would be impossible to enforce a no-entanglement policy completely, but you wanted to stay on your manager's good side.

You nearly folded in half over the counter of the tiki bar at the pool. Sweat streamed down the side of your face, and you were pretty sure your baby hairs looked akin to a lion's mane under your white baseball cap. Thank god the club didn't force you to wear a black colored hat instead; the black polo and skort were death enough.

Jacob chuckled as he passed you a clean, damp towel that had been soaking in ice water. "Before you get heat stroke," he said, then returned to preparing a tray of drinks someone had ordered at the hot tub.

You thanked him profusely, dabbing your face and neck with the cool blessing. "Sheesh," you groaned. "I think I need to reapply my sunscreen soon. How are you out here all the time, Cobie?"

He grinned with a half-hearted shrug. "Well, I work with cold drinks and I'm under the shade. And—" he tapped the handy little fan clipped to one of the structure poles of the tiki bar, "—this beautiful work of engineering."

"I need one of those umbrella hats and squirt bottles kids bring to Disneyland," you grumbled and plucked yourself up from the bar. You returned the towel to Jacob so he could toss it into the soiled towel bin on the other side of him. You watched as he finished up filling the tray and whistled at the pool waiter who had ordered it for the group at the hot tub.

As the waiter walked away with the drinks, you thought aloud, "How could they stand to be in the hot tub in this heat?" From here, you could see the group of girls gathered in the bubbling jets of the hot tub at the far end of the pool in their bikini tops and Gucci shades.

"They're not standing—they're sitting."

You sent Jacob an unimpressed look, to which he simply smiled wider.

"Hey guys!" Ji Changmin huffed and puffed as he collapsed onto the barstool next to you. He had a towel hanging around his shoulders and a white sweatband holding up his dark bangs dripping with sweat. "Can I get an ice water, hyung?"

"Yeah, man," Jacob said, already dumping a scoop of ice in a cup.

"You alright there, Changmin?" You glanced over at the club's dance instructor with barely concealed amusement.

Changmin took the corner of his towel to dry the dribble of sweat making its way down his forehead. "Whoever thought it was a good idea to do hot Zumba in the height of summer needs a reality check. I think I'm dying."

As one of the country club's primary dance instructors, not only did Changmin lead all of the dance activities on the grounds, he was also supposed to take over any dance aerobics classes like said hot Zumba. You knew it wasn't his favorite, but it was still funny to make faces at him through the window as he did can-can kicks in leg warmers with all of the rich moms.

You leaned down to check if he had the leg warmers on. He did not. At least he finally had the good sense to break uniform.

Jacob slid over an ice-cold glass of water, and Changmin drained it like a man who trekked through the desert for seven days. You glanced at Jacob's digital clock on the counter behind him—he kept it so he could be on time for all of his breaks.

"Oh shit," you said, quickly fixing your cap and adjusting your hair, "time for me to get back to work."

Changmin straightened. "Where are you stationed today, Yn-ie? Chanhee and I wanted to come pick you up later for dinner before we have to come back."

"That's right!" Jacob slapped his palm to his forehead. "We have to all be back here for the banquet. I almost forgot, damn it."

You cocked a brow at him. "Wow, you, Jacob Bae, almost forgot about the major event all of our jobs are riding on that's taking place tonight?"

A smile curled onto your face when Jacob narrowed his eyes at you. "Don't you have work to do?"

You let out a laugh and began backing away from the tiki bar and your friends. "Kim has me at the ice cream bar until the end of my shift, Changmin. I'll catch you boys later!"

Jacob and Changmin raised their hands in twin waves to you as you walked away. If you remembered the time on Jacob's clock correctly, you had about fifteen minutes to get up to the indoor ice cream bar for your shift.

Tonight, the country club was hosting a banquet for one of the business men here. It was supposedly one of the most important events for the club's reputation, so it was all hands on deck. Everyone from Chanhee at the spa to Haknyeon in the kitchen were called upon to clock into work once again tonight to help out. You were glad you weren't a part of the set-up and takedown committees, but you were expected to wait on the banquet. Jacob was supposed to be bartending tonight, as usual, and your other friends and coworkers would be waiting alongside you.

You glanced up on your walk out of the pool area and nearly tripped over the soles of your sneakers.

Coming in hot (literally) were none other than Eric Sohn, Lee Hyunjae, and Lee Juyeon—all of whom were very much shirtless. Swim trunks hung low on their waists, their stomachs carved like triplet Michaelangelos. Seeing shirtless guys at the pool wasn't new for you, but these guys were actually around your age.

Eric saw you first and waved. "Yn, hey!"

"Hi guys," you greeted back with a shallow nod of your head. "Nice day out for a swim."

"I know, right?" Hyunjae raised a hand to shield his eyes from the unforgiving summer sun. "You must be baking in that uniform, Yn." He raised his chin to gesture at the all black attire.

"I don't suppose you'd be able to join us?" Juyeon smiled. He knew you probably couldn't join them because you were clocked in, but he had always been pretty nice nonetheless. He and Hyunjae were cousins, and the Lee family was well-known around here for being big names in the legal sphere, as well as being one of the larger families. There was another cousin of theirs around their age running around here somewhere, too.

You gave a helpless shrug. "Duty calls, unfortunately."

"Yn, hey wait—" Eric caught your attention as you were about to continue walking up toward the main clubhouse. He flashed you that smile again, the one that made your stomach do flips and would convince you to do flips for him if only he asked. "You won't happen to be working at the banquet tonight, are you?"

"How'd you guess?" You replied good-naturedly. "Why do you ask?"

He began walking backwards toward the direction his friends had drifted off to, his smile tilting up slightly. "So I know which cologne I should wear."

And it definitely wasn't a trick of the summer sun that made you see him wink at you.

"He's into you."

"He is not—" you wrestled your sleeve up your forearm and made a frustrated noise when the button would not go through, "—into me."

Chanhee gave you a nice, slow eye roll just so you would see it, and he yanked the sleeve away from you so he could roll it up himself. "A lot of men around here like smelling nice, but no one pulls out the Acqua Di Gio just for the service girl or a business banquet," he hissed as a fellow waiter rushed past you two in the narrow corridor. "Jesus, why is this button such a bitch?"

"That's what I'm saying," you hissed back at him as the two of you both struggled to fix your sleeve. "Not the cologne thingy—I hate how you're able to just take a whiff and name the cologne. What kind of demon nose do you have?"

Chanhee sighed and collapsed against the wall opposite to you when he finally managed to get the sleeve right. The two of you were currently on break, not hiding, in this corridor. In T-minus two minutes, you would both have to be back out in the hustle and bustle of cleanup or after-party drinks in the lounge. Because the main course had finally been served, a lot of the waiters were allowed to go on break. The banquet thus far had gone relatively smoothly, other than the fact that when you had served Eric all of his courses, he'd made sure you practically melted on the smell of his cologne.

It wasn't your fault you had to bend down close to him to not spill the hot food. And it wasn't your fault that he chose to put his mouth right to your ear when he told you a joke, masking it as asking for more water.

You couldn't decide if you were going to giggle or let your knees buckle at that moment. Thank god you managed to laugh behind your hand and hustle away before anyone noticed.

But that was besides the point. The point was that Chanhee had also passed by Eric, caught the faint trail of Aqua De Whatever, and connected some dots.

"If you want a demon, you talk to Changmin," he said. "I just know my shit. And I also know that you only break out the Acqua Di Gio when you want to attract someone, and based on the fact he's currently seated around about fifty other businesspeople…" Chanhee made a wild, desperate gesture with his hands, eyes widened. Are you getting this? He seemed to ask. Because I will smack you if you aren't.

You fanned yourself, justifying it by thinking about how hot the back hallway was and this outfit was, rather than admitting that it was because Eric was hot. "Okay, okay. Come on, we have to get back out there," you said, already turning your heel toward the door.

"I'm just saying that clearly he's been trying to tell you something," Chanhee added as you both broke out of the hallway and into the kitchen. He grabbed a circular serving tray from a stack on the counter next to him to hand over to you.

"Well, what do you suppose I should do with that?"

He pressed his lips into a thin smile, taking hold of a small, empty cart and pushing it ahead of him. "Just keep an open mind, darling."

You and Chanhee separated at the kitchen doors out into the banquet hall. While he would be a part of cleaning up, you needed to head over to the next-door parlor where the party had moved post-dinner. Business would continue as usual, just with a few more drinks and pool involved.

The parlor room was arguably one of your favorite rooms in the club with its cozier atmosphere created by the evergreen walls, tiffany-shaded lamps, and dark oak furnishings. It was also outfitted with a hearth (unused during the summer and spring) and a billiards table. Most of those who had chosen to stay had migrated with a certain crowd of people they planned to continue chatting with. Your job, as well as the few others recruited to the parlor, was to be a fly on the wall until somebody needed something. If tips were passed around, you were free to pocket them.

You were probably standing and waiting for only five minutes before you saw Eric stand up from where he was on the far side of the room. He shouldered his suit jacket off and draped it over the back of his armchair, exposing the white dress shirt and black vest beneath. Whew, he was wearing a full suit to this event? You wondered how he even survived, but all conscious thought flew out the window when he caught you staring and started smirking to himself. The smug, little expression stayed etched into the sharp planes of his face even as he strolled over to the pool table and lined up his shot.

You wondered—and it was just a thought—what it'd be like (possibly) for him to lean over you—

"Excuse me, miss?" You shook out of your daze and remembered why you were here. Unfortunately, it was not to admire the young heir watching you from the other side of the room, but to serve guests.

For the next couple of hours, your job was exactly what you did. You had been so focused on running back and forth from the bar in the other room and back that you always seemed to have missed Eric trying to catch your eye again. If he wanted drinks, he had to suck it up and ask someone else who just happened to be near him instead.

As the evening dwindled into a sweet, humid night, the amount of guests also began to trickle down. You had grabbed a rag on your way back to the parlor room and said goodbye to your coworkers on their way out. Some still lingered for last minute clean up, and though you were technically done for the night, you wanted to wipe down anything you had missed. It was something simple that you could do to help out a colleague, and it wasn't like you were in a rush to go home.

When you walked back into the parlor room, however, you blinked—surprised—at the sight of an individual left. He leaned against the billiards table, one hand holding the edge of the suit jacket draped over his shoulder and the other scrolling through his phone.

Eric glanced up from his device and pocketed it at the sight of you. "Hey."

"Hi," you said back. "Uhm, can I get you anything—"

"Oh, no no. I'm good." He shook his head, pushing off from the table. He shot you that signature boyish smile of his and your heart began doing cartwheels. "I just wanted to ask if I could give you a lift home."

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Truthfully, you were caught off guard, stunned. This wasn't what you were expecting from him.

He saw your hesitation and let out a sheepish laugh, cupping the back of his head. "Sorry, this is so out of the blue. I… it's a little late out right now, and I didn't know if you had a ride or not. I know you're not usually scheduled to work so late."

"You know my schedule?" You blurted. Though, the thought did warm you and amuse you.

His eyes widened. "I mean, uhm, definitely not in the creepy, stalkerish sort of way! I uh, I like to think I pay a lot more attention when it comes to you." His admission didn't do much to slow the racing organ in your chest cavity. You always saw Eric Sohn as one of those smooth and collected young men who were born to charm. But seeing him flustered and tripping over his words because of you?

You ducked your head slightly, flattered and most definitely charmed still. "I'd really appreciate a lift home, Eric."

You both shared a smile in the slightly dimmed, slightly warmed lights of the parlor room.

Once you had finished glossing over the surfaces of the parlor room with your rag to catch any rings made by perspiring liquids, your manager dismissed you for the night. Eric told you he would meet you out front where he would bring his car around for you. You found yourself standing at the edge of the curb with a gentle, yet rare summer breeze wafting through your hair. You had your bag slung over your shoulder, and you grasped the strap and fidgeted with the material.

A car pulled up to the circular driveway—it was a sports car. The Corvette, sleek and aerodynamic, was doused in a shiny orange coat of paint that glimmered even in the night. The passenger side window rolled down so you could see Eric leaning over the center console and waving to you.

"Hey, hop in!" He said to you with a grin, lowering the music he was playing.

Gingerly, you walked up to the car and managed to maneuver yourself inside. The passenger seat was lined in soft black leather, and the inside of the car made it all the more easy to suffocate on that delicious cologne of his.

Eric had ditched his suit jacket and vest in the backseat of the car, leaving him in just his white dress shirt and slacks.

"Nice car," you whistled lowly as you buckled yourself in.

His mouth tilted upward. "Thanks," he said. He fussed around with his phone for a second before passing the device to you. "If you wouldn't mind putting your number and address in."

"Oh." It was a brand new contact page. You didn't question it, swiftly inputting all of the necessary information before returning his phone to him.

Eric took a peek at the address, then pulled out of the country club's driveway. You didn't live too far away from the club, luckily. It was only a few minute's drive, but the walk sometimes felt a bit longer. California didn't exactly have the most convenient public transportation system, and in an area like Beverly Hills, it was near impossible to find a reliable bus or train service.

"Any music preferences?" He asked you quietly.

You shook your head. "I'm not super picky. What you have on is all good with me."

"I have to confess, Yn," he said with a half smile, eyes darting toward you, "that I was trying to steal your attention all night."

Your stomach flipped and you suppressed the smile that threatened to crawl onto your mouth. "Really?"

He laughed. "Yeah, but obviously, your work ethic beat me out, as well as my own luck."

"Any reason for seeking me out?" He'd technically had your attention all throughout the banquet, but he had also needed to entertain and chat with the other people around him. While the after party was sometimes used for business discussion, too, the banquet dinner itself was the main event.

"I mean, besides wanting to talk to the cute girl eating up all my thoughts?"

He was turning onto your apartment complex's street all too soon. The car slid into a parking spot along the curb, and he twisted in his seat to face you. "I really want to take you out, show you a good time. It doesn't have to be something fancy if that's not your vibe; we can always start with golf."

You let the smile bloom on your face at the reference to the "golf date" you both had yet to schedule. You still wanted to see his swing, after all. "Then it's a date," you said, "I should have a free day two days from now, if that works for you."

Eric bit his lip. "I'm all yours, hon."

Before you could start doing somersaults from excitement, you resolved yourself to getting into your apartment first. "Well, thank you again for the lift, Eric. You have my number?"

He nodded. "Never losing it."

You grinned something fond. He grinned right back at you. "Get home safe."

"I will. Good night, cutie."

You slammed the car door shut and left Eric to his lonesome. Through the passenger side window, Eric watched as you disappeared into your apartment complex, safe and sound. He had almost given into the urge to ask if he could walk you up, but it was a miracle you had even taken him up on his offer to drive you home.

He pulled up your contact and sent you a text so you could have his number, too, as soon as possible. He deposited his phone into the cup holder, then punched the roof of his car with a shit-eating grin on his face. He'd scored your number and a date in one night—damn right, he did.

You had reasoned with yourself that this was okay based on the fact that you weren't on company time.

"Shoooooot," you whistled with a slight arch in your brows and applause. You tracked the distance Eric's driving shot sent the golf ball flying, and in the early morning sunlight, the white sphere disappeared over the crest of green hill.

You figured being courted by a club member during your own free time was a loophole you could live with. Especially when such a loophole looked so good swinging a golf club.

His follow through was just as beautiful as he was, his arms lifting the golf club over behind him from the arc. When he lowered the club to turn back to you, he was beaming. "What's the verdict?"

Your golf club was currently acting as your arm rest as you staked the head against the grass. "I don't know, Eric," you sucked in a breath, teasingly. "I think you could've gone pro."

He laughed then, eyes narrowed into glorious upturned crescent moons. "Thanks, cutie." He made a gesture to the tee. "All yours."

"Let me preface this by saying that it's been awhile," you were quick to say as the nerves suddenly bubbled up into your chest and made you wanna do a jittery shuffle. You should not have let Eric go first.

"No worries," he chirped. "Why don't we practice first?"

Yes, practice. Thank god he knew where your head was at.

You eagerly agreed, and set your golf ball up on the tee. Nervously, you smoothed your gloves down the front of your pleated golf skirt. You lined up the face of the golf club with the ball and pulled it back a millimeter—

Then chickened out.

"Performance anxiety," you grimaced to your date.

"Oh, well, that's okay!" Eric set his golf club down on the field and made his way over to you. "Can I help?"

Yes. "Please do," you chuckled, leaving room for him to take your club.

But instead, he shook his head. "No, no. You won't learn anything from just watching, silly goose."

He grabbed the golf club over your hands and lined both of your bodies up correctly. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his front pressed against your back. His mouth was so close to your ear again, and there was that damned cologne making you see hearts.

"Sorry, is this okay?" He asked softly.

You gulped, nodding. "Yeah. Perfectly okay." You wondered if he could feel your heartbeat quicken like a drum crescendoing. If he wasn't careful, your heart might just fall out and run to his arms.

From this position, Eric smoothly guided you through the steps of a perfect swing. The pullback was cranked over your shoulder, then the club would swing straight through, followed by the arc back over your other shoulder and the appropriate turn of your body. As he had explained to you, getting the perfect swing or shot in sports mostly came down to the follow through. If one could not back up their initial movement, then why make the shot?

"—and you turn your body—yeah, just like that," he praised as you automatically rotated yourself from the side to the front, the toe of your foot digging into the ground and turning with you. "That's beautiful."

He backed up from you then, giving you some space. It suddenly felt like you were missing something with him gone. "You should try it now!"

You took a deep breath in as you lined your golf club up with the ball again. Cranking the club back over your shoulder, you swung it down and back up again. When the face of the club met the ball, it did so with a resounding PING!, and the ball went sailing.

(That sound… mwah. The sweet, sweet sound of triumph.)

"You did it!"

"I did it!"

It hadn't gone as far as Eric's had, but it had definitely traveled farther than it would have without his help. You whirled to him, clasping his hand with yours as you both shared equally radiant smiles. A giddiness flooded into you, and no doubt into the glow of your face.

"See? Not too bad," he said, squeezing your hand.

"All thanks to you," you pointed out.

He shook his head, using your linked hands to lead you back to where your golf bags were waiting a little ways back by the cart. "Nah, you had it in you, Yn. It was just performance anxiety, as you said."

The two of you each grabbed your own bags and hiked them over your shoulder to head down the hill and find your respective golf balls. From this view, you could see that the other patrons of the club were slowly trickling out onto the acres surrounding. It felt strange to be here as not a staff member, but as a guest instead.

Eric piped up, "Is it weird that I was hoping you would ask for my help?"

"Not really," you mused, then meekly added, "'cause I was kind of hoping you would offer your help."

He looked about as happy as you felt, and he swung your hands together between you.

It hit you, then, that you were still holding hands. But you didn't let go, and Eric didn't say anything. He just helped you find your golf ball, line up another shot, and hugged you from behind like it was nothing.

From across the pond, Jacob, Changmin, Chanhee, and Haknyeon pulled up over the bridge. The four of them were all piled into a golf cart, and Jacob stopped it just over the crest. They all knew about where you were today and why you were dressed in proper golf attire rather than the country club uniform. They watched with wide eyes (and maybe a camera or two) as you and Eric had a good time.

"Young love," Jacob sighed fondly from his spot in the driver's seat.

"I think it's gross," Changmin giggled. He yelped, furiously rubbing the place on his shoulder that Chanhee had whacked. "Hey! I was kidding!"

Chanhee rolled his eyes. "Let them have their moment. I'm glad Yn-ie let herself have fun with him."

"They look like they're having quite the time," Haknyeon said. "They're cute."

Changmin poked his head in between Jacob and Haknyeon from the backseat. "Just a thought, but what if we turned on the sprinklers like in High School Musical 2?"

An exchange of looks, a deep consideration… "No," they all chorused. They would get their asses kicked for that.

You were on lunch break when Changmin practically crashed onto the bench next to you with a crazed look in his eyes. "You. Me. Spa. Now."

You couldn't even say goodbye to the sandwich you were eating before Changmin grabbed your arm and dragged you across the club.

"Changmin! What the hell—"

"I'll explain in a second!" He hissed back at you while ducking into the service entrance of the spa.

The backdoor led to a staff break room, where Chanhee was currently (coincidentally) seated on a stool eating a box of Pepero while watching a cartoon on his phone. The man glanced up from his phone at the loud commotion, one cheek full of his snack, and he blinked. "You're lucky I'm not with a client right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Changmin said, dragging you and a stool over to Chanhee at the same time. He pushed your shoulders so you would take a seat. Changmin placed his hands on his hips as he stood before the two of you. "You're never gonna guess what I just overheard."

"What?" You and Chanhee asked at the same time.

"Well, you know Clara?"

Chanhee jumped right in. "The one fooling around with that Brian Yang guy. He's the heir to that one corporation monopolizing SIM cards or some shit."

How the hell…?

Changmin's head bobbed vigorously. "Yes, yes! That's the one. Anyways—I was walking past the manager's office and they were talking loud enough to hear with headphones on. Apparently, Clara and Brian had a nasty, nasty split, and Brian got her fired."

Silence.

Chanhee's eyebrows flew up. "Like… fired-fired?"

A grave nod. "Fired-fired."

You held your head in your hands. "Just because of a break up?" You asked. "Clara is such a nice girl."

Your friend's lips were pressed into a line. "Doesn't mean he's a nice guy. I dunno—" he threw his hands in the air and let them flop back against his legs, "—it's fucked, man. He said it was, like, too awkward to be around her all the time since he was here all the time. And because his father is one of the stockholders of the country club, Manager Kim could do little but do his bidding."

Your heart had fallen into the pit of your stomach. Drama like this didn't really happen often here, but there was always something going on.

You always thought there were assholes here, but sometimes they just kept on reminding you of it.

"And now I'm fooling around with one of the club members," you thought aloud. The realization hit you, a golf ball to the face. "Oh my god."

Chanhee's hand came up to your shoulder and gave you a soothing, warm squeeze. "Eric seems like a good guy, Yn-ie. You never know."

"But you really never know," you murmured. There was a reason why the club discouraged romantic relations between club members and staff. Perhaps this time, it wasn't about work productivity, but about keeping your damn jobs. You needed this job. You needed it so desperately because of the money, the opportunities, the connections. Not to mention all of the people you'd befriended here… it didn't seem right that you were scared of what Eric could do to you, but reality was settling in fast.

The Sohns were a major shareholder in the club, which meant they could pull strings like tying a shoelace.

But Eric is good. He's been good, you reasoned.

Changmin crossed his arms as he leaned back against the wall behind him. "You should talk to him. At the very least, you only went on one date, so it's not like you're completely involved yet."

That was a good point. You were going to run with it.

When Eric invited you over to his house, you should have known you were about to drive your beat up sedan into the driveway of a palace, not a house. A house was for normal people, not whoever the Sohns were, you knew that much. To say you were intimidated by the massive front lawn, iron gates, and limestone arches and columns would be an understatement. Maybe you should have worn something nicer.

You pulled up to the curb of the roundabout—he'd mentioned to you that you could just park there. Apparently the garage was a little inconvenient for guests, but you weren't complaining. The front of the house was a marvel to look at, and wherever that garage was would have left you unable to fully soak in this modern wonder. Plus, you had some time to pull yourself together before seeing Eric.

The plan was… no plan, really. He wanted to hang out with you, and you'd mentioned your love for cooking. Thus, he proposed a miniature cooking class in his kitchen, along with dinner on the patio. It sounded nice. It also sounded great when you remembered what you needed to talk to him about. (Yay.)

It's not a big deal. Eric's cool.

You finally managed to trek your way up to the front door and you booped the doorbell. It was one of those loud bells that must have echoed throughout the house, because you could clearly hear it from the outside.

A couple minutes later, you heard the locking mechanism come undone. The door opened after; you swore that every time you saw this guy, you became speechless.

You had seen him in a dress shirt before, but this tank top and over-shirt thing was new. It was casual and comfortable, yet chic. His hair was styled in the same manner his clothing was—simple and so attractive. A silver chain and matching silver rings added the subtle touch of elegance to pull everything together.

"Hi," he grinned—he was always smiling, you realized. It was such a pretty smile. He stepped aside and gave you room in the doorway. "Come on in, cutie."

"Thanks for having me over," you said pleasantly, trying not to openly gawk at the front foyer with the sky-high ceiling, chandelier dripping with crystals, and grand staircase wrapping around the walls up to the indoor balcony.

He closed the door behind you as you deposited your shoes by the small rack. Eric wrapped a loose arm around your shoulder to guide you through the foyer. "Of course! I'm so excited you're here; I went out—actually no, I…" he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "ordered it off that grocery app. I wasn't exactly sure what I was looking for."

"Grocery app?" You laughed. "Are you talking about the stuff for dinner?"

"Yeah!"

The two of you entered the kitchen. It was a wide, open space that flowed straight into the living room. The cabinets were smooth and snow white, accented with countertops marbled with black and hints of gold. Though clean, it was a space well-loved with a recipe book left open to a lobster risotto; little candies left in a jar on the island labeled with chalk; barstools that weren't quite aligned, like they'd actually been sat on. The living room, too, was beautiful. Massive, but beautiful, with a wraparound couch sectional and a flat screen with family photos hung above it. It was framed by shelves filled to the brim with CD and DVD cases, more family photos, books, and little baubles.

And the lighting. Oh man, the natural lighting from the windows making up the entire back wall… it led out onto the acres of land his family owned, as well as a patio that overlooked the valley.

Eric had mentioned dinner on the patio. If your math was right, that meant you would probably be dining at sunset, all while overlooking a splendid view—how romantic. God, you hated how giddy you were starting to get. Those butterflies in your stomach would not cease.

"You have a really, really beautiful home," you murmured, letting him take your bag from you to place on one of the barstools.

You had always thought that big houses like this would be so difficult to fill. What was one supposed to do with so much space anyway? From the pictures on the wall, you could see Eric's parents, himself, as well as a sister who must have been out making her own mark on the world in that special Sohn kind of way. Even with just four people in this place… they still managed to make it feel like a home and not a house. It was like your own house back in your hometown, across the country. It was lived-in and warm and yours, and that was the beauty of it. And you were certain by just looking at this place that the Sohns were a family who loved each other.

How could you not believe in Eric? Not with all of this to vouch for him? He had grown up loved.

"Thank you," he said. "It's one of my favorite places to be. That's why I still haunt it like a ghost," he joked. He placed a warm hand on the small of your back and led you over to the fridge where he had put all of the grocery delivery bags in. Even the fridge was relatively stocked. "Not sure if everything I got was right, but hopefully it'll all turn out delicious anyway."

You helped him unload the bags onto the kitchen island, raising a brow at the labels on the groceries. They were on the higher end of price and quality, which definitely wasn't a problem, but holding a hundred dollar bottle of red wine just for sauce was making your anxiety levels spike. "Oh, no. It all looks great, Eric. Thanks for getting these, by the way. I would have gone out and brought them here, but—"

He waved away your worries. "You're busy and you're working. Plus, it lets me technically pay for dinner," he said with a cheeky look on his face and gesturing with a finger gun. It was cute. He was cute.

"Smooth, Sohn. I see you."

"That's what they called me in high school," he played along, dancing on his toes behind you to fiddle with his phone and turn on a speaker somewhere (you didn't know where). "Smooth Sohn."

You snorted, slapping a hand over your mouth. Eric's eyes glittered with a mutual mirth. "Whatever you say, honey."

He waltzed back over to you, tongue in cheek. "I like that better though—honey." He leaned back against the counter next to you and watched as you sorted out the ingredients in different piles depending on how they should be prepped. "So what's the plan, chef? You're the boss."

"I'd love to know where your knives and cutting boards are," you said.

He leapt into action. "Say no more!"

In reality, you did have to say more. It wasn't that Eric didn't know where everything was in the kitchen, he just wasn't as well versed in using the kitchen. He'd told you while teaching him how to hold a knife properly that he really only came in here for ramen. Good news was he could crack an egg with one hand; bad news was that was about all he could do. It was still charming, nonetheless. And the cute cooking lesson gave him plenty of opportunity to get close to you.

He had even insisted on you teaching him how to chop carrots like how he had taught you how to swing a golf club—over and around him—with your hands over his and your body wrapped around his, your chin on his shoulder.

But with dinner well past done, the two of you made your way out onto the patio just as the sun was sinking into the embrace of the valley below. It melted into the sky like a broken yolk, saturated and golden. He let you have the seat staring out into the valley. The way he looked at you though, made you feel like you were his million dollar valley view.

The table was set with twin glasses of red wine (amazing what a good wine paired with beef stew could do for the soul), plates separated by a hot stew pot, and a couple of candles for ambiance.

"Wow," he moaned as the beef melted on his tongue. "This is so good. And you're telling me you're pretty, smart, and can cook?"

You held back a giggle so you could swallow your bite. "And I'm single," you jested.

"And you're single!" He leaned his head back, eyes closed. "Thank god for that."

Eric leaned his cheek on his fist, his head cocked slightly and his eyes on you with a swoon-worthy admiration. "Thanks for coming out tonight and hanging out with me."

You could kiss him. "Please, I should be the one thanking you. It's been really fun hanging out with you." It was surreal, actually. The fact that this young heir had deemed you "worthy" or whatever to court and entertain—it wasn't like you defined your self worth by his attention and affection, but this felt nice. Your conversation with Changmin and Chanhee the other day came to the forefront of your mind.

"I, uhm, think this is a good time to ask if you wanted to do this more often? Hanging out with me, I mean."

You weren't sure if this was what you thought he was asking you. He reached for his wine glass, and in the fading sunlight and the candlelight illuminating the bashful expression on his face, your heart pounded.

"What I mean to say," he tried again after a small sip of wine, "is would you be my—"

"I think we should talk!" You cut in before you heard anymore. You were getting jittery, unable to figure out when was the right time to bring up the thing, but also, you wanted him to say his thing, and it was just a mess. But when you saw Eric's wide eyes, mouth zipped up, you repeated in a much calmer tone, "I think we should talk about something. It's not… it's not super serious or anything. I could just be overthinking."

Oh, you felt bad. He looked like a kicked puppy, but you saw him pull himself together for you. "It's—you're probably not overthinking, Yn. What's on your mind?"

The wine glass was put down. He even put his fork down.

Were you making a big deal out of this? Probably not, right? This was important, you reminded yourself. You pursed your lips. "So one of my coworkers—former coworkers," you amended, "Clara. Her name's Clara. She and this guy you might know, Brian Yang…"

He nodded. "Yeah, I know of him."

"Well, they kind of had this thing going on between them. And the other day, she was fired because they broke up and he thought it was too weird that she was working where he was hanging out all the time," you rambled on. "And I uhm, I just wanted to make sure from the get-go that… you know… it's stupid, I don't know. But it's my job, y'know? And—and I need this job, but I like you a lot, Eric. Am I making any sense?"

Neither of you were eating anymore.

You looked at him, hopelessly, searching for signs of understanding.

He leaned in slightly and reached for your hands over the table. "Yn, sweetheart," he said, lacing his fingers with yours over the pot of beef stew, "that is a valid point to bring up, and I can understand what you're probably thinking. That—that news must have been scary, or at least nerve-racking, and Brian's a dick for that—"

You nodded, swallowing.

"—and I don't want you to risk your job because of me," he said earnestly. "But I really want to see where this goes, you know? If anything happens and you don't feel the same way, then no harm, no foul. I'm not gonna take my emotions out on you like that asshole; that's not right."

The breath you had been holding in fell from your mouth, a wave of relief. A sappy, grateful sort of smile worked its way onto your mouth and you met Eric's own kind expression. "You are actually perfect," you let out a breathy laugh. "Where have you been all my life?"

He grinned. "Funny, that's what I've been thinking about you." Eric set your laced hands on the side of the table as he raised his glass to you. "So what do you say? Can we try this?"

You lifted your glass to gently clink it with his. "Let's do it."

"So he's perfect, but he hasn't kissed you yet?" Chanhee's gasp of incredulity hit you in a gust of air. His lips pursed like a penguin's beak. "Figures."

You sent him a look. "Oh, please. Figures what? He's just being… I dunno, chivalrous!"

"Chivalry is dead," Haknyeon snickered as he waltzed by you with fresh towels to lay out by the pool. "You should make the move, Yn."

"So you two are, like, dating now?" Asked Changmin as he hopped onto the tiki bar stool next to you and Chanhee. He kept on glancing down at his watch; he must have only a small break in between his dance classes today.

"They're 'seeing where things go,'" mocked Jacob with a shake of his head. He swirled a rag around the innards of a glass to dry it.

You sent them all dirty looks now. "Cobie, out of all the times you choose to be an imp—"

"An imp," Chanhee muttered, glancing away as he took a sip of his piña colada, "I'm dead."

"If it makes you feel better, Yn, I'm supervising a tennis match with him and the Lee cousins later today. I can get a feel of where his mind's at," Jacob offered.

You drummed your fingers against the bar. The offer was tempting… "It's fine," you insisted. "We don't have to rush things. We go to the same university and we live in the same city now. It's not like we don't have time… right?"

"Riiiight," Changmin drawled with an over exaggerated wink. He frowned at his watch, hopping off his stool. "Damn it, salsa class time. Catch you losers later!"

As he darted off into the distance, Chanhee sniffed. "Says the loser." He plucked the pink umbrella out of his drink and set the decoration down on his napkin. "You're not wrong, Yn-ie. Taking it slow isn't a bad thing. From what you told us, it seems like you're both on the same page now anyway."

"Thank you," you said.

"Maybe he's trying to plan a romantic moment." Haknyeon rejoined the conversation now that he had done his towel delivery.

Jacob nodded with an approving turn of his lips. "You might be onto something. He seems the type."

Your heart was fluttering as if it sprouted butterfly wings. Oh, the thought of kissing Eric Sohn in romantic lighting…

"I think you should take her back to her job before she drifts fully into La La Land." When you snapped back to reality, Jacob's eyes were twinkling, eyebrows wagging.

Haknyeon nudged you with the back of his hand and nodded up to the clubhouse. "C'mon, Yn-ie. I think Manager Kim wants to brief us on dinner service anyway."

Hours later, Jacob found himself on the tennis courts, overseeing a match between the three Lee cousins—Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Juyeon—and Eric. He often thought it was luck that got him to land this job where all he did to pass the day was make drinks, drive golf carts, and occasionally play doubles with club members. For all that it was, he considered himself very content.

"—that was a foul," Jacob declared, jogging to go catch the tennis ball before it bounded into the bushes.

Hyunjae let out a groan. "Nooo! It hit the line. Jacob, please, I thought we were cool!"

Sangyeon shook his head, smiling as he caught the tennis ball from Jacob with his free hand. "Hyunjae, we all know your eyesight is shit."

Hyunjae wrinkled his nose. "Hey! No one asked."

"Can we take a break?" Juyeon asked, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "I think I need some water."

The boys all murmured their agreement, and Jacob reached down into the mini cooler he'd lugged out to toss them ice cold bottles of water. It was just one of the few perks that came with the club membership.

While Sangyeon and Hyunjae were bickering about eyesight and foul lines, Juyeon settled into a seat by them to referee. Eric sidled up next to Jacob as they both absentmindedly watched the chaos unfold from afar.

Jacob whistled. "So… Yn said she had a really good time with you the other night."

Eric perked up at the sound of your name. "She did? Well that's a relief to hear."

"It wasn't clear?" Jacob asked, face tilted in question. "I mean, not to completely expose her or anything, but she's been gushing about you all day, man."

A giddy smile took over the youngest Sohn's face. "She was?" He licked his lips, drawing the pad of his thumb over the corner of his mouth to catch the water that had dribbled from the bottle. "She's—she's so cute, hyung. Like, I don't know if this is weird for you because you're friends—"

Jacob coughed in amusement. "It's fine. Think of me as your guardian angel."

"Right," Eric piped up. "I think… I think we really hit it off, y'know? And I mean, she probably told you we just kind of had dinner and she had to leave, but she'd come after work, so she was probably tired and—"

Ohhh. Jacob understood exactly what was going on now. His heart warmed at the thought that Eric was being so considerate and not forcing you to stay. He was thinking about your long day, and didn't wish to prolong it anymore. Little did he know, you probably wouldn't have minded hanging around a tad longer.

"—I wanted to kiss her—"

Wait huh. Jacob tuned back in. "When?"

Eric blinked. "Uhm, at dinner. Or at least, when I was walking her out to her car." He glanced away and his smile softened at the thought. "I wish I had, actually. The moment was right there, and the lighting was perfect, and her smile—oh my god, her smile."

Jacob's eyebrows flew up to his hairline. So this was where Eric's mind was at; good to know. "Then do it—kiss her."

"Right now?"

"No! Not right now—"

"Hey, you guys ready to play again?" Juyeon called. The three Lees had already maneuvered themselves back to court.

Eric and Jacob exchanged glances. This conversation wasn't over, Jacob's look seemed to say.

They nodded to their companions, though. "Yeah, we're ready."

It did not come as a surprise to you when you found out Eric had a home theater in his basement. It was something like you'd pictured from the movies, the ones with the rows of dark leather armchairs, deep cup holders, and a giant screen and surround sound system. The foot of the theater room even had a little snack station to make popcorn, and a mini fridge stocked with drinks.

You and Eric shared the couch on the bottom floor that was big enough for the two of you. It was a random Tuesday, and you didn't have work today, so he'd suggested swinging by and hanging out with him for the day. You couldn't possibly refuse.

Eric scrolled through the movie options on the screen with the remote. "Are you sure you don't want any popcorn?" He asked you.

You shook your head. "I'm good, really. But it sounds like you want popcorn, Eric."

He caught his tongue in his smile. "Maybe."

If you weren't supposed to be watching a movie, you would have gladly curled up on that couch and stared at him for the rest of time. His jawline was enough to make a girl go mad, and the fact that he was just so sweet, too—

"How about this one?"

You snapped out of it, barely flicking your gaze back over to the screen in time to avoid him finding out that you were just blatantly staring. "Uhh, sure. I haven't seen this one, actually."

"Really? Oh my god, we have to watch it then." And so you did.

It was about halfway into the movie that you realized there was a draft coming down on you—the air conditioning in this room was awfully high, but you didn't want to say anything. You hiked your legs up onto the couch and hugged your arms, leaning back slightly against the quilt draped over the back of the couch. (How conveniently placed…)

Eric saw your movement from the corner of his eye. "You cold? We can share the blanket."

"My hero," you joked as he removed the quilt from behind your heads and draped it over your laps.

Because the article wasn't exactly miles long, you and Eric had to shift over closer to each other. Not that you were complaining. The arm and leg pressed against yours were warm, and it gave him the perfect opportunity to raise his arm and place it over the back of the couch behind you.

As you both watched the rest of the movie, you gradually let yourself lean into him, and his arm eventually fell to rest directly around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

"I always liked the ending of this movie," Eric murmured softly to you as the credits rolled. He brushed his fingers along your arm in a warm, soothing manner. "What'd you think?"

You stayed with your head tucked onto his shoulder. "Hmm, not bad. I think they could have cut the romance though."

"Ah, I see your point," he said. "Sometimes directors just like to force it for the sake of a subplot."

"Wholeheartedly agree."

His fingers danced up to your shoulder and began playing with your hair. He pursed his lips. "Are you a fan of romance movies? That's kind of a random question, I guess."

"Not really—a random question, I mean," you said, and pulled your head off of his shoulder to face him. The thought occurred to you of how close your bodies and your faces were, sharing warmth and skin. You saw his eyes dart down away from yours for a split second. "I like romance movies. I think they restore my faith in humanity," you mused. "You?"

"I like 'em, too." He released a small exhale, an almost-shy smile etching itself onto his face. "Most of them are just… feel-good movies. They're really sweet, and I've always kind of wanted something like that."

"High standards," you whispered, though playfully. "Wouldn't we all like something from the movies?" To you, this was what the movies were like—"handsome guy sweeps girl off her feet, and he's perfect and she's happy." You were already living out your too-good-to-be-true dreams.

He laughed. "True. I think it's just a matter of waiting for the right person to come along, maybe. And following through."

You bit the bait. "Following through?"

"Backing up your initial swing," he clarified. "Something to drive the ball home and make sure you mean it. I feel like maybe that's what people forget about romance—that there's still an after, beyond happily ever after."

Wow. "Your brain," you praised. "That was actual poetry, I think. Is this how you get girls?"

He bit his lip through a smile, leaning closer. "Only one girl. I hope it's working."

"I think it's working a little too well," you admitted, voice barely audible now.

You could feel the warmth of his breath fan over your lips as he came closer, about ninety-percent of the way; the other ten percent was left for you to either push forward or pull back. He was giving you the decision on a gold platter.

And who could deny something served so beautifully?

You closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his. It was soft, at first, as the nerves in your brain and your vital organs threatened to go haywire. You breathed him in, your noses slotting against each other. He cupped the back of your head with his free hand, the other curling around your waist.

When you broke apart, it was for a split second, until he was kissing you again. You were half in his lap at this point, your legs draped over his, your side pressed to his chest.

Foreheads pressed together, you shared a breath of air with him. He nuzzled his nose against you as if unable to be so far from you. "Be mine," he said, simple at first. Then, "Please."

You smiled against him and felt his mouth do the same. "Only if you'll be mine, too."

"As if I would say no," he laughed, leaning in again, and crushing his mouth to yours. The theater room filled with both of your giggles as you fell backward.

If this was the happily ever after, then you would gladly follow through.

a/n: to anyone who read flight risk, i just redeemed myself from valentine's day

tbz m.list

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This was so cute

Truth Or Lies

Warnings: Just fluffy

Pairing: Jin!BTS x reader

Premise: It was up to him to decide. You knew this wasn't something to push. “Are we telling the truth or are we lying?”, patiently you waited.

Author's notes: Just a super short one I thought up while doing dishes the other day. Heavily unedited.

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Your Team loses for the 3rd time that night.

Everyone starts to say their goodbyes and one by one they hang up; except you and one other person.

“Yah, we are never playing on their team again.” The male voice yells from the other end of the line, making you chuckle.

You had been playing with this person for over 3 months online. You had become quick friends despite the language barrier. He had worked really hard to get better at his English to be able to communicate with you. Originally it was just for gaming online, now it was for all the midday and late hour discord calls. Thankfully you were able to answer his calls almost any time of the day as you were working from home.

You hear him shuffle about and sigh deeply. Then nothing. Silence. He wasn’t known for silence. He would always chat about something unimportant and trivial and you would listen and respond when you deemed necessary. When he was really getting animated over something he would unknowingly slip back into his native tongue, which always brought a smile to your face when he would grumble an apology in English.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Can I ask you something?” He hesitates.

“Of course.” Was all you said, still wearing your headset while making yourself a tea.

More silence. You began to worry a little.

“We’re friends right?” He hesitates.

“Yesss?” You push.

“What’s your real name?” He blurts out.

Silence. This time on your end. You contemplate answering him. It’s not that you mind telling him, but there's something in his voice that makes you think he wasn’t ready to answer that himself.

“Are we telling the truth or are we lying?” You ask carefully.

“.....Lying” He whispers after some time.

“My name is Serena. What’s yours?” You begin, taping your fingers on your mug, leaning against your counter top. Smirking at your sailor moon monopoly game still sprawled out on your kitchen table from the night before.

“Ha-Joon” He responds. “What do you do for work?”

“Part time at a florist's shop. You?” You sip your tea. Thinking back to past fanfics you have come across.

“Uh, I’m not right now.” His questions keep coming after that.

“Do you have siblings?” “No”

“Favourite colour?” “Green”

“How old?” “184” *smirk*

“Pets?” “No”

“Favourite music?” “Country”

“Single” “Depends who’s asking”

Eventually after what feels like a million questions keep shooting back and forth. However, you know all your answers are lies; Just like his.

It’s been almost a year since that day. You both still talk every chance you get. Neither of you brought up that night again.

At this point in your life, he was the person closest to you. Your friendship continued to deepen into something more.

Late one night, something changed. He started acting weird, avoiding questions, all while you kept hearing snickering from the other line. Eventually you had enough.

“Ha-Joon” You began “What’s going on with you lately?”

“I - Uh - I’m - You - “ He stuttered, you patiently wait for him to finish.

He took a deep breath and prepared himself.

“What’s your real name?” annunciating every word carefully.

You had thought about this moment since that day. If it would ever come, if he would ever be ready to actually tell you the truth.

A truth you already knew, but wanted him to tell you when he was ready. You knew since the first voice call. You would know that voice from anywhere. You’d listened to it everyday in more ways than one.

“Truth or Lies?” Maybe now he was ready.

“Truth”

“Y/N” Tension building. “Yours?”

“Jin.” there's a crash, you smile. Him once again falling back into his native tongue. “Ahhhhh, why is this hard? What if she doesn't want to be friends anymore. What if she gets scared? You’re being a fool Seokjin, you’re just making a friend. You are world wide handsome”

You couldn't hold it in any longer. You start to laugh; you start to laugh so hard you start crying, clutching your chest in an attempt to catch your breath.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks in Korean, forgetting to ask in English.

“You gave yourself a pep talk.” You can barely get out in Korean. “You - you - called yourself worldwide handsome.”

“YOU CAN SPEAK KOREAN.” He bellows over the voice call, making you laugh harder. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD SPEAK KOREAN??”

Eventually you regain composure.

“You said to lie” stating simply, wiping tears from your eyes. You fall back onto your bed, wrapping yourself in your fluffy duvet.

“Right….. Soooo?” He trails off.

“My name is Y/N, I’m 33. I work as a financial advisor, and I work from home.” You try recalling all past questions. “I live alone with my 2 cats. I have an older sister. My favourite colour is black. I am single. And my favorite music is Kpop.”

“Do you know BTS?” Was his only response.

“Do you know ARMY?” You reply in retaliation.

“YAH, you know who I am!” He yells again.

“I always knew.” You smirk. “I knew since the first game.”

“Y/N…..” You hear him smile “Thank you.

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This little series was truly remarkable and holds a special place in my heart. I love that in the end everything worked out and they got their happy ending plus the ending was so cute and wholesome 😍♥️🥰.

to tame a god | 06 (final)

jeon jeongguk is the youngest alpha his pack has ever seen, and they all trust him with their lives. one day, a strange wolf enters his territory. they know it’s not a regular wolf, because just like their own, its eyes shine with the supernatural powers from within. but it won’t shift back to its human form to reveal its intentions.

pairing: alpha werewolf!jk x reader

genre: supernatural au, wolf au, adventure, angst, fluff, smut

word count: 9.9k

warnings: death, sorta mild mind control, a heartbroken wolf :( hot woodworker jk ;)

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© to tame a god is copyright jeonstudios 2020, all rights are reserved. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.

author’s note: so this is it; the last part of to tame a god! sorry for the year it took me to update but better late than never at least! 

“These are cute. I like them,” you nod with your eyes focused on the little boutique in the distance.

Jeongguk hums from where he stands slightly behind you and under the overhang of another cabin.

“You wanna go inside?” he offers, eyeing the boutique made out of wood and with windows almost from the floor to the ceiling. Inside it, the owner stands behind a wooden counter, her hands carefully wrapping something up for a customer in brown paper.

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Fallen Star

Pairing: Hyunjin!Driver/bodyguard/alien x princess reader

Warning: Much angst, toxic family, controlling home life.

Premise: A mistake always turning to the stars for an escape. But it turns out the star you had always wished for had fallen right in front of you.

word count: 5.1K

Authors notes: *WARNING* LOVE LETTER INCOMING: I need to give credit to the truly amazing @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue for being my never ending inspiration for this fic. Honestly, the ideas behind the story and the feel/details of the banner all of it I sneakily asked her questions and then used her answers against her. But in all realness, thank you so much for giving me support in my writing journey. Legit one of my most favourite people in the whole world, so if you have never read anything from her before I highly recommend it. You are missing out on some absolute genius, especially in the angst department!!

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If he thinks he can just marry you off for his benefit he seriously had another thing coming. An arranged marriage to an old man? Did he assume you’d go quietly? Or does he really just not care? 

You laugh at yourself. Of course he doesnt. This was a new low, even for him. He couldn’t control you like your siblings so instead of having to deal with you he sells you off the highest bidder. You’d show him how much trouble you could be. 

Staring out of the back passenger car window, you watch your breath fog a small part of the cold glass before it recedes. It blocks your view from what you really want to see, so you roll down the window. There’s no clouds in the dark sky tonight, no wind either. But the chilled breeze from the car speeding down the backroads rushes into the car. Making you wish you were driving away from it all and not back to it. You asked the driver to take a long way back, so you could gaze out into a world you only wished to be apart of. 

“I’d give anything to escape from here…” You sigh, your mind wandering to the stars above. To what else could be out there. “...to be with the stars.”

“Anything?” A soothing melodic voice travels from the drivers seat. Unbeknownst to you the partition had been lowered. 

You let out a startled noise, you knew that voice, and the angelic person who had that voice. That person was not supposed to be driving you tonight. His presence alone would be enough to make you antsy, but in this moment couldn’t have been worse. 

“I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He politely directs his worry to you through the rearview mirror. 

You make eye contact with him through the reflection as you roll up the window, “No it’s ok. I was lost in thought.” 

You can’t maintain staring into his alluring eyes, breaking away you let yourself once again stare at the night landscape. 

“I did notice something on your mind when you got in. I know it may not be my place to ask but, is everything ok?” 

“Hyunjin, I’ve told you before you can speak freely with me. We are the same age.” You let out an airy chuckle, shaking your head. Your eyes never leaving it’s chosen star. 

“I know miss, sometimes I forget.” He laughs cheerfully back at you. “Bad news at dinner?”

“Apparently my hand in marriage has been accepted.” You huff. There’s no point in hiding your annoyance. As much as Hyunjin made the butterflies in your stomach act as thought they had been given some form of accelerant, he was the only one around you that you could talk to like this. 

“Marriage?” If you didn’t know any better you’d say there was a bite to his words. “With who?”

“Lord Tun. He’s over twice my age.” You complain bitterly, the dress chosen for you for dinner becoming itchy, a burning sensation lingering. That’s why your parents had bought it for you. To appeal to the mans desires, your hopes of them wanting to buy you something out of the warmth of their heart dashed. You wanted to burn this vile, uncomfortable fabric…not to mention it’s ugly colour against your skin did you no favours. “He originally asked for my older sisters hand in good faith of the new trading merger. But my father said ‘Elise deserves better then he could provide’, so he offered me as substitute. He says it’s my duty.”

 You sink back into your seat, quickly looking over to see his reaction. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes stay trained to the road. Maybe he’s just ask shocked as you are? He knows just as anyone working for your family how you are perceived in this world. The accident that could only ever be useless. 

Growing up you had tried to follow the rules. You had been called an accident since you were young, and you understood exactly what that implied for you. But still you worked hard to achieve as much as your siblings. At first you had even surpassed them in most areas; quickly you realized just how much that didn’t matter to your parents. It never mattered if your grades were bad, you understood the family politics, you became fluent in every language that your family had ties with, the instruments you played…the list went on. Your place in the family never changed. Your parents still looked at you with a heavy detest in their eyes it eventually shut down your want to appease them. 

So you stopped the extra lessons and changed your path. You took up watercolour painting and cooking. Even turning your studies to the stars and universe above you. Your parents never knew because they took no notice. 

Infatuation didn’t even cover your love for the science of other galaxies, obsession might be a better word. Spending hours upon hours leisurely reading everything you could on them. A single wish of being able to see it all yourself. 

But you were here, on earth, the last place you wanted to be.

“Duty….since when have I ever had a duty to uphold?” Looking to the moon for solace, you let your anger simmer. A hesitant silence looms over you both before he speaks again.

“You are a princess, miss.”

You could feel the bile from your stomach threaten to claw up your throat, “just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I don’t deserve love.”

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“Guards!” Your fathers aggravating voice booms through the castles library hall. The main doors fly open and two large men rush through, you don’t have time to react before they are each grabbing one of your arms. “Escort the princess back to her room.”

“You think locking me up will get me to agree?” Straining against the hard hands on you, you push forward.

“Agreeance or not, you will marry Lord Tun. It’s your choice whether you go peacefully or if I have to drag you the whole way there.” He threatens. His cold eyes trained on your blazing ones. “You should be thankful your life has a purpose, thankful that anyone would be willing to marry you.

“THANKFUL?!” Throat burning, the acidic taste from your stomach makes your voice hoarse. Your legs kick out in fury, shoving at the men surrounding you.  “Should I be thankful that my existence means nothing to you?”

“Finally you can be useful to this family.” He slams the book you were studying before he entered onto the table. He’s watching your reaction, the calculation in his eyes making your blood boil. “No more of these ridiculous ventures. They have made you obstinate and disrespectful. Your empty head is only filled with pathetic knowledge, making you unusable in any other way. You owe it to this family to be obedient in this marriage.”

“You know nothing of me!” You scream, throwing your whole body at him. Never in your life have you ever wanted to use violence until this moment, even more so on your father. Your anger numbs you to the pain in your arms, the bruises forming from the two men holding you back. “I owe you NOTHING.”

“You owe me your LIFE.” He barks art you, slamming his foot on the hardwood. This time you do flinch. “And I will do with it as I see fit.” 

Adjusting his robes he signals at the guards holding you.

“Take her. Her room shall be locked until I call for her presence.”

As they pull you away, your body goes limp. Every word you thought your parents felt about you had now been expressed out loud. You let them drag you into the room, throwing you onto the bed you catch yourself. Eyes and mind glazing over with tears and rage. But not enough to not hear one of them mumble ‘ungreatful’ under their breath. 

The doors slam shut with such force it shakes the paintings on your wall. The loud metal clank of the door locking seals your mouth as you fall onto the bed, angry tears stream down your face as you let yourself give in to exhaustion.

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It had been hours since your door was locked, food had been slid in on a silver tray but you had refused to eat it. The anger in your body making your desire for food vanish for the night. When they had collected the still full tray you had attempted to rush whoever was at the door to escape. However, your plans were in vain as there were two guards with the kitchen maid. It felt as though you had run into a wall when you collided with them. 

You couldn’t tell how long you had sat there, curled up on the cold marble floor, the only warmth coming from your thin day dress. Tears drying up after admitting to yourself that you were an animal locked in a cage, and that’s all you would ever be. A small canary locked in a desolate, rusty cage watching the bright, endless sky in longing.

The sky had begun to darken through your balcony window, the shadows in your room first receding then becoming new in the moons light. Your glazed eyes only focused on the floor, silence cutting you deeper and deeper as the hours ticked by. Wishing for things that could never happen.

Wishing to be free…free to go where you wanted. Free to see the world, all worlds. Free to love. Love? The image of the beautiful long haired blonde man flashes through the stars in your mind. His slender silhouette in the forefront of your mind appears in the shadows on the floor, not sure if you’re imagining it or if it could be real. Either way you don’t move, you can’t. Body frozen in place. 

“Miss?” A soothing concerned voice dances on the still air, stirring you from your trance. Your eyes gradually moving up to the glass doors, now open, the warm air covers you, the delusions of a man you can never be with melts away. The realization is slow to you, leaving the real man in your bedroom. 

“Hyunjin?” You croak quietly, voice catching as it feels like it’s tearing through your throat. 

He rushes over to you, warm hands cupping your cheeks searching through the depths to find you again. 

“I’m here, princess.” He urges, the tone in his voice is something you can’t place, but you’re too lost in your sadness. His presense pulling you out little by little. “You’re not alone.” 

Swallowing the saliva collecting in your mouth feels rough but it gives you just enough relief to speak.

“How come when you call me princess it sounds so nice, but from others it sounds like a threat?” Softly chuckling to yourself, you see a glimmer in his eyes. A smile forming on his angelic face. If not for your state of mind, you would never speak like this outloud around him. The butterflies normally causing chaos in your stomach are fluttering with a want to fall deeper into his eyes. 

His thumb begins to caress the plump skin on your cheeks, “My princess.”

Realzing you’ve exposed yourself, you begin to feel your body heat up. Embarrassment invades your sense, your cheeks and eyes giving you away. 

“What are you doing here?” You whisper, enclosing his hands in yours and pulling them away from your face. Not really letting go of them, for fear of dropping again. 

“I have to show you something.” He stares down at your hands on his, hesitantly feeling the soft flesh of your delicate hands.

Hearing footsteps pass by your door, you glance at the menacing wooden behemoths. Do you risk going with him? The possibilities of him being punished for helping you break out of your dim cell are endless. You have no idea what your father would do to him, but whatever it would be would be wishing for death. 

Or do you throw all concers away? He risked so much to just come here, he knows how bad this could be…but still he came.

“Will you come with me?” There’s almost a pleading sound in his voice, strained in a way. You look back to him. On his knees infront of you on the marble floor, large hands in yours, dressed in black only with a wish for you to go with him. Something unspoken passes in his eyes, you vaguely see it before it’s gone.

“Yes.” You sound out of breath when you finally answer. His smile knocking the wind out of you. He jumps to his feet, pulling you up with him, never letting go as he runs the both of you to the balcony. You peer over the edge, 3 stories down is the lush green grass and flower beds. You assumed he had climbed up something, but you see nothing he could have used.

“How-?” You cut yourself off, dry laugh stopping you from even finishing your thought. From all the times you’ve known Hyunjin you’ve learned not to ask. Somethings about him could be explained, but others seemed too impossible to try.

“Do you trust me?” He dead pans for a moment before raising an eyebrow to you.

“Always.” 

If tonight was the last night you could be yourself, to truly let yourself feel things you never let yourself before, then no more acting coy. No more covering it up. Honesty for one night, before the rest of your life lying, lies entrapping you to be who your family demanded of you. 

He steps up onto the stone edge of the balcony, hand reaching out to help you alongside him. You don’t hesitate as you follow him up. The height dizzying you, you clasp harder onto him. He lets out a small laugh as his arms reach around you, one around your back and the other under your legs. 

You squeak in surprise. You had not been expecting to be carried bridal style in this situation. Your arms loop around his neck, staring at him in disbelief. 

“Still trust me?” Mischief cracks onto his features. 

“Al~wa~ys~” You dare him.

“Close your eyes then.” He whispers into your ear, to which you do so. Now whether that was from the closeness of his voice and breath on your skin or just following commands, you didn’t know. 

Regardless, before you can even process you feel a rush of wind race past you, your body feeling momentarily light before gravity restarted. 

“It’s time to run princess.” His soft voice sings. You peer one eye open, the other quickly following when see that you are now on the grass. No questions, you warn yourself. He gently places you back on your feet, this time it’s you who extends your hand for him to take before running off into the surrounding forest. 

You don’t know where you’re running, but it doesn’t matter. Everything that’s happening in these past moments, could all be a dream. Even if this turns out ot be one for now you would fully embrace it. Before long he’s overtaking you, his enchanting laugh fills your ears as he directs you deeper and deeper into the wooded dangerous area. The light of the moon beaks through the tops of the trees, your lunges inflating with an air you had missed. 

You both burst through the tree line, illuminated by the stars and moon is a small clearing. A pond reflects back the night sky creating even more of an endless illusion. You walk past him as he slows, dropping his hand to full take in all that is around you. For the first time in what feels like forever your heart feels full, full of life, full of wonder, full of joy. 

Your breath stops, heart beats wildly when you look to him. His hair even more golden by the moon, skin so smooth like diamond, eyes showing exactly what you see when you gaze upwards. You can’t think of what to say…. There’s so much unknown about him, so much more that you want to know. Trying to regain your thoughts when he appears like this proves futile.

“Would you honour me with a dance princess?” He bows, before reaching out a hand. You can’t help but laugh, thoughts returning to you. 

“You’re supposed to be showing me something” You squint at him, smirk on your face. 

He steps up to you, his breath on your skin makes you shudder. Closer then you thought you could have, but not close enough to what you wanted. 

“One dance” His pointer finger shows the number as he pouts cutely at you. 

“One.” You agree, giving in all too easy.

He takes a step back to allow himself room to offer you his hand. His smile taking a mischievous turn, you laugh as you accept it. Instantly the subdued butterflies are beginning to become jittery as they normally do when he is close to you. 

Pulling you close he wraps his other arm around you, you fight against the sound wanting to announce your inner thoughts as his body becomes flush with yours. You remember yourself enough to lift your arm to rest on his shoulder. He starts you both off in a casual step, occasional spins making you feel more light headed… maybe it wasn’t the spins….becuase when you come back to him, his smile is blinding. 

The dance becomes more complex, lifts and turns you’ve never done before. But here, in his arms it all seems familiar. Every move playfully calculated by him to make you laugh, to make you feel giddy and light. This is a moment you’ve only seen in your dreams, but somehow it’s real. 

The warmth of his hand on your lower back. The firm safety of his arm around you. The sturdy comfort of his chest pressed to yours. You’re too afraid to blink, terrified to miss a single moment. A moment that could come crashing to an end in a split second.

A slow dip takes you by surprise as he pulls you back up this time faces only inches apart, his face aglow with a purple light. The whole clearing is now covered in purple. He keeps you close, continuing to dance with you eyes locked on your reactions. Your mind is spinning, confusion on how there could be light this far in. Curiosity gets the better of you, tilting your head back to look up. 

In that moment, every unexplainable thing about Hyunjin is no longer out of your grasp. A purple beam of light trails straight out and down of the bottom of what to appears as a circular ship. Decorated with many white lights and grey features you cannot see in the midst of the shadows it is making on itself.

“It’s …” He slows your dance as he waits for your response. You don’t even register the fear in his trembling figure as you step back. Breaking contact to observe more carefully.

 “It’s beautiful” A smile from your heart appears on your face, eyes showing the purple lights dancing in them. Everything you wanted to escape was right there, even if you weren’t meant to leave, your dreams of it existing was something astonishing. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

You feel your heart constrict. The heaviness now returning. Reality of what this meant for you…for him..for you both setting in. 

“I see you.” Is all you can manage to say, body betraying you as tears stream down your face. He’s with you in an instant, cupping your face adn wiping them away. 

“You see what I truly am. But you don’t know my heart. Not yet,” The pleading in his eyes returns. His voice shaking as he speaks. “The only reason i stayed, the only reason I took this job. Was to stay close to you, I adored the way you were. I wanted to be able to watch you become something magnificent. But I can’t let you go without telling you….”

“Telling you how much I love you.” 

One sentence from him simultaneously breaks your heart and heals all of your past, in an instant. Choking on your tears you can’t find words. As much as you loved him, could you accept that he wasn’t from your world? Could you run away from your life and family just liked you always dreamed? Did you love him enough? Did you truly know what love was? 

“You don’t have to say anything. Please just listen to my last request-” You can only nod at him. “In two days time I have to leave, I have to go back home to my planet, but I want you to come with me. I want to give you everything in this universe and more.”

Your wide eyes stricken with panic fill with more tears. He’s leaving? But he wants you to go with him… You didn’t know what to do.

“No, no, don’t panic.” He reads your emotions quickly. “I’ll be here before I leave, I can wait till then for your answer. I won-”

“Princess!” An angry dark shout breaks the moment, dreadful silence following after. 

 The ships lights turn out and it disappears completely, before you’re brain has time to catch up.

“There looking for me.” Now panic for a different reason rises. Your eyes dart around the edges of the clearing. Nothing visible yet, there’s still time. “You need to run.”

“What? No, princess.” His face morphing to confusion and concern.

“Please? For me, run. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You beg, holding his hands to your chest. To let him feel the calm stray rhythm of your heart. “Besides what can they do to me? Lock me in a room and marry me off to some old guy?”

Your joke lacks any humour, as you both know what your asking him to do. 

“I promise to think about it, I promise to give you an answer, but you need to run.” You’re mind set, watching the emotions play through his eyes. “Please?”

He kisses your forehead before retreating back, the voices getting angrier as they approach. 

“I’ll be here. I’ll wait.” He takes off running. 

You become breathless as a cluster of Guards find you alone in the clearing. “You better feel lucky that we found you when we did, you’re father was demanding your head at one point.” 

You roll your eyes as you’re dragged back to the castle, steeling yourself for the punishment you were about to recieve. 

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“I hate this colour…” You mumble to yourself, staring at the ballgown chosen by your family. Not only was it a colour you didn’t like, but it has a terrible silhouette, uncomfortable material, but it was also to mark you as the bride to be tonight. 

You tsk angrily at it once again as you saunter over to your window. Barred balcony doors now only letting you catch a glimpse of the night sky. 

A night had already passed since you were seized and detained at the palace again. He said he’d wait for you, but you had no way of getting there. No way of sending any sign of your situation. And of course tonight of all nights Lord Tun and your parents had decided would be the engagement party.

A knock at your door tears you away from your angry stupor. 

“Come in.” You call, unmoving. You hear the door creak open and rustling drawing near.

“Princess, a gift has been delivered to you.” One of your families longterm maids informs you. She was the only person in this retched place that had any pity and remorse towards you. She learned quickly to never show it infront of your family, but you knew she was always worried for you. 

“What is it?” You question, a gift? Who would send you a gift? “A dress?”

She hangs the large garment bag from the clothing rack. Unzipping the white cloth and revealing the most beautiful gown you had ever seen. Layers upon layers of a soft grey material, in sections almost seeming black incredibly detailed with silver lining. Sparkles catching the light upon every movement, dusted over the whole gown but concentrated around the hem. It was like stars in the night sky.

“Who?”

“I would assume the boy that sees the stars in you.” She offers. “I may be old, but I am not blind.”

“Do you think it’s too late?” 

She contemplates your question only for a moment before giving a devilish smile, “I say, give them one hell of a show and start running.”

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Running up each step, you’d lost your shoes long ago, dress hicked up so you won’t have to worry about tripping. You can’t afford to let anything slow you down, can’t look back. 

You swing the wood door open to the maids quarters, the metal key on the bed as she said it would be. Dashing through through the chamber you grab the cold key, palms sweaty you hold it to your chest. Your feet are numb to the pain of fleeing the Engagment party.  You turn down corridor after corridor, evading everyone frantically searching for you. 

Your lungs burn from not taking in enough air, but you ignore it. Nothing would stop you from getting out of this palace. Nothing.

So close are you to the hidden back door, the door only the maids know about. Your only true escape route.

There was no way you’d be forgiven for the scene you caused at the party. Making a grand entrance in the dress he left for you. The anger in your heart you finally spoke allowed, watching as the perfect faces cracked as your voice words assaulted them like a flaming train wreck. Maybe flipping the cake onto your parents as you ran past them was on the petty side, but by the stars it made you feel better. 

The shelving unit that hides the door comes into sight. Crashing into it, you push it aside, arms trembling with exhaustion. The key smoothly slides in the door, flinging it open you’re overwhelmed with the cool night air. Grabbing your skirt once again you waste no time. You take off running towards the clearing you have not been able to forget. The secret memories you’ve held onto for so long, flood your mind as you break the outer tree line.

Late nights sneaking out the court yards to watch the young boy train with the others. The pretty, soft face your butterflies first took flight for. His limbs long and thin, making him look awkward as he tried to keep up. You’d laugh at his endearing attempts, but your heart stirred. Eventually he grew into himself, his body being lean with muscle, every move becoming sure and strong. With that more fascination grew.

Sneaking around to catch glimpses of his combat training weren't enough. When he took on the roll of driver you were beside yourself when you found out he would be your alternate driver on occasions. That in itself made you show up at more family events, much to your dismay and parents approval of appearances. But having him for any moment for yourself made all the nights worth it. 

Catching any sight of him in the palace walls made the torment more bearable. The first time you had a real conversation on a drive back from an event you thought for sure the beating in your heart could be heard from the backseat. Swallowing down the involuntary need to stutter or rush your words out in fear of saying something abrasive. But the more he spoke the more you wanted to listen, and the more he encouraged you to speak as well. 

The feeling of normality but in something so extraordinary.

Everything in you is screaming in pain as you finally close in on the clearing. Your feet bleeding from the forest floor, lungs on fire, fatigue wearing on you. Still you hope on everything in this world he is there. Waiting for you.

Bursting through the thick trees, you see his figure standing in the middle of the grassy plane. 

“Hyunjin!” You manage to scream, although it comes out hoarse and the burn bites back. 

He turns to you just in time for you to lunch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. You feel him freeze in shock for a moment then his arms wrap around your torso. He holds you incredibly close.

“Princess” He whispers into your hair, inhaling your scent as he tightens around you. You lean into him but shift to try to take the pain off of your feet, now that you’ve made it your mind and body are catching up with eachother.

He notices instantly, pulling back to look you up and down. You dress had ripped at the hem, must have caught on something as you were running. Because of the rip he can see you bloody feet. He kneels down infront of you, lifting one with a feather light touch to examine it. 

“Are you in much pain?” The concern in his voice and his skin on yours, even how small it is, makes you feel as though you could dance forever. 

“Not now.” You shake your head. He continues to look at the torn skin.”I see what you are…”

He freezes, eyes widening up at you. 

“I know you are not from here, but far away.” You continue. “And that is a scary thought.”

You take a deep breath as his eyes start to swim with panic. 

“But you are still you, no matter where you’re from.” You smile, letting your heart sing fully for the first time. “I don’t need the universe. All I need is you. So wherever you go, I shall go too.”

Instantly the clearing fill with purple light again, it surprises you to look up. The same ship as before hovers over you, the beam in a circular perimeter around you both. You study it in awe, forgetting yourself and the man infront of you. 

Your curiosity is broken when he sweeps you off your feet, like that night, when he broke you out. You release a startled squeak, holding onto him now feels like second nature.

“My princess.” He coos at you, eyes shimmering with the stars in your heart. 

“Yes. Your princess.” You breath as he leans in, soft lips gently brushing against yours. The lights around you becoming too bright to keep your eyes open. His electricity and heat course through you and you know that you’ve left this world behind. 

All those nights wishing on shooting stars didn’t amount to anything, you should have wished on a fallen one. 

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Unexpected

Part 2 • Part 3

You could have told me you were a married man.

{Tengen & Wives x Fem! Reader}

Warnings: Contains Smut - never in my life did I think I’d write a 5some. Vaginal sex — cunnalingus (giving and receiving) and Face sitting

A/N: in honor of our beautiful sound Hashira and his beautiful wives finally being animated in all their glory I’d also like to add — if this is well received I’ll absolutely write more! I have plenty of ideas for them

Word Count: 7,540

You never expected to catch the sound pillar’s eye. The extravagant man was attracted to anything he considered flamboyant and you figured you were anything but. However the man seemed to be fascinated by you as you tended to his wounds.

Bandaging led to touching, which led to kissing, which led to even more. The next morning you were mortified thinking the pillar must have been poisoned and not had his wits about him. After he assured you that wasn't the case, you began seeing him more often.

You thought he was sweet, maybe a little vulgar from time to time, but friendly overall. Some found him annoying, you found him rather charming…until…. “Tengen.” you crossed your arms, looking up at the large man as if you were intimidating. No one was intimidating if you had to look all the way down to see them.

The man in question was smiling down at you as if he found this cute. “Tengen.” you stated again, staring up at the man as if that would make him respond. “You know, I may be shorter than you, but I’m still the perfect height to knee you in the balls. Answer me.” that got the smile to falter, “what is it?” he tilted his head, arms crossing as he continued to look at you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a married man?” you felt like a filthy cheater.

“I didn’t think it was necessary to tell you yet.” he spoke as if this were an everyday occurrence. “You were going to tell me?” you couldn't really wrap your head around the man in front of you. He was a married man, a man married to three wives. “Do they even know about each other?” you were infuriated. “They are well aware of each other, we all live together after all.” your eyes widened, what the hell was this man into?

“Let me explain before you get things all twisted in your mind.” you listened intently as he explained the whole situation. “I do apologize for not telling you sooner, I was afraid I’d scare you away.” he reached for your hand, one you let him take and lift to his lips. “Do they know about me?” you sunk your teeth into your lower lip, “they do, I’ve told them much about you.” you felt your cheeks heat, it seems you were the only one out of the loop.

“I had no intention of being with other women. Three are more than enough for me and I care for them dearly, but then I met you. I’ll be damned but you swept me off my feet.” he seemed a bit embarrassed to say such a thing. “Me? I wooed the great Uzui Tengen?” you laughed, feeling the mood lighten a bit. “You did, of course you did! You knocked the wind out of me, I never intended to have a fourth wife but you...took me by surprise.” your eyes widened at the use of “fourth wife.” whether he intended to or not, he made his intentions very clear.

“Do...they like me?” you found yourself aching for the approval of three women you hadn’t met yet.

“They can’t form an opinion till they meet you, my dear. But they are thinking highly of you since you managed to steal my heart.” he played with your fingers while he talked. “Makio is a bit rough around the edges, she is quick to anger but really a sweetheart. Then there is Hina, the level headed one of the three. She is very motherly and sweet but she is strong as steel. And then there is Suma, who is a little cry baby but she is adorable.” he laughed softly to himself as he thought of his three wives. “I think you will fit in perfectly, you have quite the mouth on you so you’ll get along well with Makio. You’re level headed like Hina, which also means you’ll get along with Suma.”

You felt light headed, “Well, I certainly feel the pressure.” you laughed softly, hoping Tengen didn’t notice your clammy palm. “There is nothing to worry about, y/n. You don’t have to meet them till you’re ready.” He kissed your knuckles again, hoping to ease your racing heart. “I would like to meet them.” You figured there was no better way than just ripping the bandaid off all at once.

“Then let’s go meet them.” He watched your eyes turn as wide as saucers and began to laugh. “See! You aren’t ready yet. If you are so eager to meet them, how about tomorrow afternoon for lunch?” You sighed, slightly relieved that you would have some time to prepare. “Okay…” you said after a moment, thinking of all the things you’d need to do to prepare yourself.

“I’ll see you tomorrow my dear.” He kissed your forehead before getting up and disappearing before you could even say a word. You mentally noted that you’d probably never be able to get used to his speed.

You woke up the next morning with your stomach in knots. You took a long soak in the hot springs the night before. You washed your hair, and even used some fancy creams that were saved for special occasions. You decided you didn’t want to overdo it, so you wore your hair as you usually did and put on your corps uniform.

You slipped your Haori on, adjusting yourself one more time before reaching for your favourite scented oil. “I feel like I’m about to be killed.” You muttered to yourself, there was no need to be so intimidated. You trusted Tengen but the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“Good afternoon, my dear.” You jumped a little as Tengen’s voice appeared right behind you. “Good afternoon, you scared me.” You turned to face the man, slightly surprised to see his hair down. “Oh…” you took in his full appearance. Everything was the same, but his hair was down and there was no eye makeup.

“Handsome I know.” You laughed as he flexed his muscles, not noticing the smile on his face as you turned to put the scented oils down. “Do I look okay?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he gave you a dramatic once over. “Stunning as always.” He kissed your forehead like the day before, but he moved down to kiss your nose, then your cheeks, then finally your lips. “They are going to love you, promise.”

He extended his arm, allowing you to hook yours with his. “They are waiting for us outside.” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach turning into a wild frenzy as you stepped outside and saw the three women waiting. “Oh my.” Was all you could muster, they were gorgeous. “This is y/n.” Tengen introduced you as you stepped into the sunlight.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you three.” You felt shaky, worried of what their first reactions would be. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, y/n. Tengen has told us so much!” Hina moved forward, reaching for your free hand. “I’m Hinatsuru, but just call me Hina.” Tengen loosened his grip and allowed Hina to pull you forward towards the other two women.

“I’m Makio!” The girl smiled at you, Suma hiding behind her a bit. “It’s nice to meet you!” She called, she seemed to be as nervous as you. “Go say hi!” Makio pushed her forward. “This is Suma!” Suma squealed as she stumbled forward. “So mean!” She whirled to look at Makio before turning back to you. “Tengen is right! You are beautiful.” The compliment caught you by surprise.

“Suma!” Tengen looked shocked, a blush spreading up his face. “Oh! He gushes about you all the time y/n!” Suma continued, not even paying attention to the way Tengen was turning scarlet. “He really does.” Makio laughed, walking over to Tengen and poking his red cheeks. “Stop it you two!” Hina tried to scold them but ended up laughing instead.

“Let’s go to lunch!” Tengen rushed forward leaving the four of you to follow after him. You laughed as Suma hooked arms with Makio, chasing after the tall man. “I think you’ll like being with us y/n.” Hina smiled, extending her arm to you. “I think so too.” All worries you had faded from your kind, hooking arms with Hina you both chased after the other three.

“So how exactly…does your relationship work?” You felt comfortable enough around them the more you spoke at lunch. You knew the question wouldn’t offend them. “I’ll let you girls explain it, you’ll just bicker at me if I explain it poorly.” You laughed as Makio flicked his arm.

“Well it originally started as Suma and Tengen.” Hina began, sipping her tea quietly. “It’s common for shinobi to have multiple husbands or wives. Over time, Makio and I were accepted into their marriage. it’s the four of us…now we have you!” You felt your cheeks turn warm. They welcomed you in so easily it made your heart soar.

“It’s getting late, shall we order some drinks?” You had been there for at least three hours already. Makio looked out the window of the small restaurant, “May as well stay for dinner since we’ve been here so long.” Tengen shrugged, a large arm wrapping around you and Makio’s shoulder. You came to a startling realisation in that moment, you felt no jealousy seeing Tengen be fond of the other women.

“Sake please!” Suma waved excitedly as a girl brought the drinks over. “If you’re comfortable around us sober, you’ll enjoy our company while drunk” Tengen whispered in your ear, you raised an eyebrow at him. Before you could question him, a woman set down a jar of sake and five cups. “May we see your dinner menu?” Hina smiled as the woman walked away to grab the small menu.

“So what is it like being a demon slayer, y/n?” Makio rested her arm on the table to look around Tengen at you. “We’ve been shinobi our whole lives, Tengen isn’t exactly your average corps member.”

You raised an eyebrow “are you saying i’m average, Makio?” you began to laugh as the girl looked horrified. “I’m kidding! I understand what you meant.” you realised all eyes were on you, eager to hear your story. “It’s not as exciting as you’d think! I’ve had my share of tragedy and became who I am today. It’s boring really.” you downed a shot of sake after that, you didn’t mind talking about your past but it wasn’t really a topic you wanted to share during your first meeting.

“I can drink to that, don’t be afraid to open up to us whenever you need.” Tengen kissed the top of your head, grabbing his own cup and downing sake as well. By the time you ordered your dinner, you had three full jugs of sake gone between the five of you. “Ooh!” Suma was by far the most tipsy, “she’s a lightweight, we usually don’t let her drink this much.” Hina laughed as Suma’s head rested on her shoulder, smiling lazily as the food was placed on the table.

“I can tell.” you smiled at the girl, you felt it yourself but you certainly weren't that far gone. “Some food in her stomach should sober her up.” you portioned food onto her plate and watched her eyes light up. “You’re so kind y/n!” she wailed as tears came to her eyes. Hina tried to hush the girl. “Suma! Man up!” Makio slammed her cup onto the table, the action causing you to burst into a fit of giggles.

“Eat up before it gets cold!” Tengen began to eat, eyes shifting to observe the four of you as you all began to eat. By the time the meal was done, another jug of sake was gone. You finally had the courage to ask some things you were curious about. “Okay okay wait, I do have a question.” you had a lazy grin on your face, falling back a bit to lean against Tengen.

“Ask away.” Hina’s cheeks were a bit rosey, but that was the only telling sign that she was feeling the effects of the sake. “How does sex work between you four?” you couldn’t lie, it was a question that had been haunting you for the last twenty four hours. Tengen barked out a laugh, “I told you she was kinky!”

You gasped, slapping his arm “it’s a valid question!” Makio began laughing, “I’ll let Hina answer that one.” You turned your attention to Hina, who was currently glaring at Makio for passing the question to her. “Well, it depends on the day. Most of the time we share him, other times we all take a go at him.” She shrugged. You began to giggle at the thought.

“So some nights he’ll pick who he wants to spend it with. And other nights you’ll spend it together. Do you ever have like… threesomes if one of you doesn’t want to?” You sipped your water, having switched over after the last cup of sake made your head spin. “Of course, sometimes we even have fun without Tengen.” Makio laughed as Tengen seemed surprised by that answer.

“Do you even have the stamina to take 4 women on in one night ?” You looked at the man next to you, as if the question was a challenge. “You must be kidding, I could take all four of you easily.” He seemed cocky, as if he was hoping you’d ask him to prove it.

“What do you think, Makio? Could he?” Your eyes glanced at Hina and Suma who seemed to be sobering up a bit at the challenge. “I think he may be a little in over his head with that one y/n.” Hina nodded in agreement. “Suma, what do you think?” Suma seemed to be more coherent than she was ten minutes prior. “I think he should try and prove us wrong!”

She burst into another fit of giggles. “Check please!” Tengen waved over to one of the women, and she disappeared quickly to retrieve it. “You four will be the death of me.” He shook his head, your heart skipped a beat as his hand grabbed your thigh, squeezing tightly.

The five of you were a sight to behold as you walked through the streets to get to their estate. “They probably think you’re our pimp.” You laughed as Suma hooked arms with you for support. “Suma don’t say things like that out loud!” Makio yelled, Suma squealed and held onto you tighter.

“I think you made more of a scene than Suma did Makio.” Tengen laughed , Hina guiding him down another road as he looked back at you three. “Y/n, I think you’ll like our home!” Tengen smiled fondly, he couldn’t be happier with how the night was turning out. Though somewhere in the back of his slightly buzzed brain, he was questioning if he’d actually be able to satisfy all four of you.

The added addition of you wasn’t too crazy, but it was still another woman to satisfy.

“Here we are.” Hina announced with a smile, pushing open the gates to allow everyone in. “It may seem surprising but we don’t have any sort of help here. We aren’t really messy people after all.” Suma whispered to you, a dopey smile on her face as she leaned in closer. “Which also means we don’t have to worry about anyone overhearing.”

You must have looked surprised, the giggles she let out caught Makio’s attention. “What did you say to her?” She looked between the two of you, your warm cheeks must have given away that it was a suggestive comment. As you entered into the estate itself you began to realize what exactly was about to take place.

“Have you ever done anything with women before, y/n?” Hina joined your other side, smiling at the way Suma was fiddling with your Haori. “I haven’t…though I've never been opposed to the idea.” You began to feel a bit hot and bothered as they guided you towards their shared bedroom. You knew Tengen’s eyes were glued to you, taking in every little reaction.

“So you’re technically a virgin.” Makio cooed, making your cheeks burn up. “I’m not a virgin!” You wailed a little louder than you would have liked. “My my…you feel warm.” Hina placed a hand to your cheek, pressing her lips to it afterwards to confirm her conclusion. “She’s blushing silly!” Suma giggled as you finally reached their shared room.

“I dunno, Suma. She may not be feeling well. Maybe we will try this another time.” Makio was right behind you, all of a sudden you were all too aware of their bodies pressing to yours. “I-I’m fine! Please…I…” why were you saying please? You heard Tengen chuckle from behind you as well.

“Please what?” Makio was pushing the four of you along into the room, Tengen following a few steps behind. You felt hot, cheeks burning and your palms were slightly clammy. “Please…I-I don’t know…” why was it so hard for you to speak all of a sudden? As you glanced side to side you realized both Suma and Hina’s breasts were squished into you.

“You don’t know?” Hina cooed in your ear, kneeling on the bed and pulling you down with her. “Maybe we should take off some of these layers…” Makio crawled onto the bed as well. Pushing you down until she straddled you fully. “Suma, be a dear and help me.” Makio’s voice was smooth as honey, looking down at you with lidded eyes. Makio began undoing the buttons of your uniform while Suma tugged at your Haori. Hina on the other hand watched with a lazy grin on her face.

“Don’t overwhelm her, you three.” you jumped slightly, forgetting Tengen was even in the room. “We won’t” they all sang back in unison making you giggle. “Sit up a little.” Suma pouted as she struggled to take the haori off of you. “This would be a lot quicker if I did it.” you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip at Tengen’s add in. “Don’t rush us!” Makio whined as she finally finished undoing your top. “Dammit! Why are you wearing this y/n!” she was referring to the bindings you had on your chest.

“Can we just cut them off?” Suma shamelessly began fondling your breast though the cloth. “Y–yeah. Just cut it, rip it…ah…” your eyes fluttered shut when Suma squeezed particularly harshly. “Tengen, get over here.” Your eyes opened as the bed dipped under his weight, you felt heat pool in your abdomen as his much larger hand engulfed your other breast. “Pardon the roughness.” he chuckled to himself as he easily ripped the cloth, your breasts spilling out for the four of them to see.

You squealed as you realized four pairs of eyes were taking in your half naked form. “It’s only fair if you undress too.” You puffed your cheeks out, determined to not hide your breasts. “If you insist!” Suma was all too eager to shed her clothes, not an ounce of embarrassment in her. You came to a startling realization once again when you realized she oozes as much confidence as Tengen does.

“Well if you three are going to just gawk at us…” Suma’s lips crashed to yours with a soft hum. After the initial surprise passed, you kissed her back, arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer. You were faintly aware of rustling clothes, behind closed eyes you were certain the others were undressing. Your thoughts were confirmed when you felt Tengen’s hands pull your uniform pants down along with your panties in one go.

“Suma, stop hogging her!” You gasped as Makio pushed Suma out of the way, her lips crashing down on you before you could even catch your breath. Makio’s hips rolled against yours, a gasp leaving your lips as your drunken mind processed you were touching skin to skin. You definitely weren’t as sober as you had thought, though becoming lust-drunk wasn’t really helping either.

“Makio!” You smiled against her lips as Suma wailed. “You’ll get another chance, Suma.” It was Hina speaking this time. “Though I'm not too sure with how Tengen is looking at her.” That alone sent your stomach into cartwheels. Makio parted from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “So this is what you were keeping from us Tengen? You sly bastard.” Makio slipped off of you, allowing someone else to move on you.

The look in Tengen’s eyes was nothing short of ravenous. “I’ll let you ladies work her up…” he winked down at you, getting himself comfortable while leaving you at the mercy of his three wives. “Well since you two had some fun…” Hina’s lips were on your neck rather than your lips, the sudden stimulation making your moan softly. “Sensitive there?” Makio’s fingers trailed up your legs to your thighs. The sudden close contact made your stomach flip, anticipating her hand to travel where you wanted it.

“Oh? You want me to touch you don’t you y/n.” Makio cooed at you yet again, her hand resting near the top of your thigh. It was hard to even think straight with Hina sucking on your neck. Your eyes trailed over Makio’s form, meanwhile Suma had wandered up the bed to give Tengen some attention. Big breasts, a small waist, thick thighs, Makio was drool worthy in your eyes. “I-I do. Please.”

Makio smiled, hand dancing ever so closer to your throbbing cunt. So this was Tengen’s plan, let the girls do all the foreplay and then let him get to work. “You want me to touch you here?” Her hand brushed over your abdomen, your hips bucking slightly “lower.” Your words were muffled as Hina pecked your lips before licking towards your breasts. You were enjoying the attention but part of you was aching to touch them back. “There is plenty of time for that, pretty girl” Tengen smiled as Suma kissed up his chest.

“Did I say that out loud?” You were positive your face was on fire. “

Before anyone could reply you let out a noise that made everyone freeze. “M-Makio!” You slapped a hand over your mouth as Makio’s fingers ghosted your clit. “Makio, I told you she’s sensitive.” Tengen was laughing as the noise you let out caused Suma to leave him. You didn’t expect Makio to be scarlet when you looked back up at her, her fingers still buried between your slick folds.

Hina on the other hand was kissing your sternum, not going near either breast yet. “Finally! Someone who is more sensitive than me!” Suma cheered, excited that they’d have someone else to tease rather than her. You covered your face with your hands to try and hide the embarrassment, only for Suma to pull them away seconds later. “Nuh uh that's not how we do things. You gotta own the noises you make.” She giggled as your face melted into pleasure, Makio had begun toying with you in earnest now.

“Makio…” you whimpered, her fingers toyed with your clit every few seconds. “Hina!” Your eyes shot down to the dark haired girl that had taken your nipple into her mouth. Suma and Tengen watched intently, you squirmed again, feeling awkward that you had done nothing to pleasure any of them yet.

“Let’s try something else… y/n sit up.” Makio pulled her fingers off of you completely, Suma has crawled away from Tengen to focus on you once more. The three of you looked at Hina, waiting for her next orders. “Suma…lay down.” Suma did as she was asked, out of the corner of your eye you spotted Tengen stroking himself lazily. Suma did as Hina asked, you watched as her breasts jiggled. “Y/N.” Your eyes snapped back to Hina who had a smile on her face from catching you gawking. Heat flooded your cunt in some sort of embarrassed satisfaction.

“Sit on her face please.” The request made Suma squeal in excitement, you nodded, cheeks burning up as you moved. Your thighs caged in her head, thick black hair soft against the plush of your thighs. “C’mon don’t keep me waiting!” Her hands came up to grasp your thighs, urging you to move forward and lower down. “Makio…keep her busy okay?” You tore your eyes from Suma to watch Hina climb over to Tengen, straddling his lap.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Makio blocked your vision, lowering your hips for you so Suma could play with you. Her lips crashed against yours with so much force your thighs gave out, pressing down into Suma’s face. You moaned against Makio’s lips as Suma began greedily lapping at your cunt. “Feels good doesn’t it? Our little Suma is so good with her tongue.” You gasped into Makio’s lips as Suma began lapping at your clit. It was teasing, but enough to make that familiar build up begin in your gut.

You mumbled some sort of response, hands coming up to touch Makio as you gained a bit of confidence when she whined. Involuntarily you began grinding your hips against Suma, her nose bumping your clit at a steady rhythm. Your back arched into Makio as Suma’s moan sent vibrations straight through your core. “Shit…suma…” her grip became tighter on your thighs making you bite down on Makio’s lip. “Makio…can I?” Your fingers ghosted down her front and to her cunt, two fingers slipping between her folds so you could toy with her clit.

There was a moment of silence, you watched her eyes turn glossy as she nodded. Behind her you realized Hina was slowly bouncing, Tengen’s grip tight on her waist. Your fingers rubbed quick circles on her clit, the sudden and intense stimulation making her hips jerk away from you. A smirk creeped up your lips, “too rough?” You weren’t sure where this sudden confidence came from but you weren’t going to question it. “A-a little.” You slowed a bit, biting down on her earlobe as you pushed further, fingers coming in contact with her dripping entrance.

You gasped when suma sucked particularly harshly in your clit, giggling when she heard you. You felt the tension building, determined to bring Makio to her peak by the time Suma brought you to yours. “You three…seem to be having fun.” Tengen’s voice was gruff, watching you three intently while Hina bounced in perfect rhythm on his cock.

You couldn’t muster up a response, slightly hypnotized by the way Hina was moving. Her back was to you, but you could still see the way her breasts bounced. “Oi…Tengen.” Makio’s eyes fluttered shut as you pushed two fingers inside. “Hmm?” He kissed Hina’s shoulder, locking eyes with you while waiting for Makio to respond. “You better fuck her good…she’s a fucking brat.” You laughed against her neck, your fingers pumping in and out of her with ease.

“Don’t you need air, Suma?” Your hips lifted, expecting the girl to be gasping for air. “Did I say you could go anywhere?” She pulled your thighs back down, biting at your clit. “Fuck!” Your fingers buried deeper in Makio out of surprise. “Watch it, Suma!” The squeal she let out had you doubling forward, nails digging into Makio. Your orgasm was quickly approaching, the tension in your gut making you gasp for air.

“She’s close.” Makio stated the obvious with a proud smile, one that faded as soon as you began rubbing quick circles on her clit yet again. “You should come with me, Makio.” You whispered it against her ear for only her. Tengen groaned in approval, you forgot about his hearing. Suma’s tongue became more frantic, all focus maintained on your clit. “Shit Suma!” You underestimated her, your hand spasming between Makio’s folds as Suma pushed you over the edge.

You clenched around nothing, hips jerking as Suma’s tongue didn’t slow down until you were trying to pull your hips away, a pained cry leaving your lips from the overstimulation. You wanted to collapse already, your post orgasm haze making your eyes heavy. “Damn Suma…you already wore her out….” You blinked the stars out of your eyes, lifting your hips to allow her out. “ ‘m not worn out…” you lifted yourself higher, pushing your body weight on Makio until she fell backwards.

“Just gotta find a better angle.” You began lazily kissing down her chest, eyes locking with Tengen as you descended lower. You watched Hina sink down fully with a shaky gasp, hips rocking heavily as she rode out her orgasm. “Ooo gonna show Makio what you can do?” You laughed as Suma crawled up to Tengen, taking Hina’s place as she flopped down on the bed heaving. “One down, three to go.” Tengen winked as Suma slid down on his length.

Your lips sunk into the plush flesh of Makio’s thigh, smiling as she arched her back slightly. You moved up a bit, kissing everywhere but the place you knew she wanted it most. Hina was watching you lazily, eyes flickering from you and Makio to suma and Tengen. “Sorry…” you didn’t know why exactly Tengen was apologizing until the bed shook, Suma’s head fell next to Makio, Tengen lifting her up by her thighs to hook them over his shoulders.

“Always flashy huh” before you could hear his response you buried your face between Makio’s legs. You liked the way she squealed, her moans mixing with Suma’s as Tengen began rocking the whole bed. You focused your mouth on her clit, flicking it back and forth with your tongue until her hand buried in your hair holding you in place. You couldn’t think straight because of the moans and cries leaving Suma. All the while Makio was whining on your tongue. It was sensory overload for your post orgasm mind.

“Shit!” You smiled against her cunt as she came, her whole body twitched as your tongue didn’t slow. “Shit y/n!” You finally slowed, working her through the orgasm until she was whimpering in pain from the overstimulation. “Was that good?” You peppered kisses along her thighs and stomach, crawling up to hover over her and kiss her lips. “Yes…” she had a fucked out look in her eyes, one yoh were going to admire longer if it wasn’t for Suma grabbing you. “Ah…y/n…next time do that to me!” She let her head fall back again, Tengen’s hips rocking into her with perfect precision.

“She’s always talkative regardless of her position.” Tengen laughed, angling his hips a different way and causing her to yell in pleasure. You decided to admire the man before you, momentarily forgetting about the other three women in the room to admire his body. Over six feet of relentlessly trained muscles. His abs constricted with each thrust, leading down into a teasing V-line where his hips met Suma. His strong thighs flexed as he kept himself at a certain angle, as your eyes trailed upwards you noticed the veins bulging in his arms.

Both hands held Suma’s thighs, his arms wrapping around her legs to keep them over his broad shoulders. “Oh you’re close baby aren’t you?” His brows furrowed as he focused, hips moving at the same pace but determined to keep the rhythm. “Hina.” At the sound of her name she sat up, hand snaking down Suma’s front to begin toying with her clit. “Oh!” She whined, cheeks bright red as her eyes squeezed shut. “So cute.” You chuckled at the girl’s expression, anticipation of your own turn with Tengen making you clench around nothing,

You watched in awe as Suma finally reached her own release. The most melodic moan left her lips, one that made your eyebrows raise in surprise. “Woah.” Your simple comment made her burst into giggles despite Tengen rocking her through it. “You think you can take two more big boy?” You watched his soften cock slip

out of her, glistening in the moon light with their arousal. “Oh I absolutely can. Since you want to test me, Makio is first.” You gasped, straightening up to look him in the eye. “You’re really going to make me go last! All your stamina will be gone.” You faked a pout.

“That is precisely why my love. You seem to underestimate me.” You moved away from Makio, giving her space to turn on her back and allow Tengen access to her entrance. “Prove it.” You smiled, anticipation swirling around your gut when he smirked at you. “Oh I will.” Hina surprised you, pulling you against her chest and kissing your cheek as Tengen ran his head between Makio’s slit. “You’re keeping up well, y/n. Are you enjoying yourself?” You relaxed into her touch, “I am…this is certainly a fun way to bond.”

Regardless of just meeting these three women earlier in the day, you felt you had known them your whole life. That was part of the reason this whole thing was so fun for you. They accepted you into the relationship with open arms and respected you. “I’m glad. I must say. This may have to become an everyday occurance.” She giggled as Tengen shot her a surprised look, slipping into Makio in the process. “You know how to rile him up.” Her whisper was only meant for you, but Tengen heard it anyway. “Yeah she does.”

You watched with lidded eyes as Tengen found a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room once more. You began admiring him again, the way his shoulder muscles flexed as he held up his own weight for example. He was drool worthy handsome, his hair down only intensified it. Sweat beads dripped down his face, sliding along his jaw and landing somewhere on the sheets below him. You couldn’t wait to get your hands on that man, feel his muscles and his soft hair under your fingertips.

Your eyes trailed down Makio’s ass to her waist, Tengen’s hands shifted from holding him up while he leaned over her to holding her waist when changing his angle. Your eyes trailed further to her breasts, squished against the mattress like her face was. She was biting her lip, as if determined to not moan for him. “She’s stubborn when it comes to making noises, I was shocked she was so vocal for you.” You smiled as Hina laced your fingers with hers, playing with your hand while watching the sight before you.

Suma on the other hand was close to falling asleep. “Does she always get this sleepy after?” Your eyes trailed over her, laughing as she curled up in a ball and began to snore. “Sometimes, but not always.” You we’re about to cover her with a blanket when Tengen’s voice stopped you. “You seemed to enjoy watching me with Suma and Hina, keep your eyes trained on me.” He thrusted into Makio particularly hard after that, a mewl leaving her lips. “She’s pretty close, clenching around me tight as a vice.” She whimpered as he revealed her secret.

“So you aren't tired yet, Big boy?” You weren’t sure if you were making it worse for Makio or yourself by taunting him. “I can go all night baby. In fact, maybe I’ll let these three go to bed and I’ll teach you a lesson.” You squeezed your thighs together in anticipation. “My my, you really know how to get to him y/n.” Hina was laughing behind you, you couldn’t help but smile yourself, watching as Makio came around Tengen. “Atta-girl Makio!” Tengen cooed as he rocked her through her orgasm until pulling out completely. “Hina, if you don’t mind cleaning her up. I have a certain brat to attend to.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, he had a determined glint in his eyes. “Just think baby, you’ll have three beautiful women to attend to you once I’m done.” You gulped at that, maybe teasing him wasn’t the greatest idea. You watched him move Makio to the side, placing her gently on the bed away from him. “Y/n.” You looked him dead in the eye, for some reason you were determined to be a brat to him. “Come here.” You stayed in place, Hina watching you from the corner of her eye with a smile.

“You’re really going down this route?” Tengen chuckled, something that sent your stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. He shook his head, running a hand through his sweaty hair and smirking as you admired him. “I was thinking of going a bit easy on you baby, but I don’t think you want that.” He made his way towards you now, hands coming to grab your legs and tug them towards him. You let out a surprised gasp as you fell flat to your back, staring up at him in surprise.

“Cat got your tongue?” His hand came up to squish your cheeks together, a small smile breaking through his tough guy facade when he saw the way your lips pucker up. “Mmm…aah.” You tried to speak but only muffled nonsense slipped past your squished cheeks. “Bet you’ve been waiting all night for me to show you attention huh?” He wasn’t lying, you’d been waiting for his touch ever since he squeezed your thigh back at the restaurant. Finally he let go of your cheeks, and you nodded quickly “yes.” You weren’t afraid to admit that. Honestly you were a little more intimidated now that he was over you.

“Oh now you want to be good?” Before you could retaliate, his lips crashed to yours in a bruising kiss. You wasted no time, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. You smiled against his mouth as his white hair fell to tickle your face. He used one hand to keep himself above you while the other came down to hold your hip. You melted into his touch, mouth opening without hesitation to allow his tongue inside. He lowered himself further, using his elbow to keep his weight up while being able to press his body flush against yours.

Your own stomach tensed at the feeling of his abs against you, a stark contrast compared to your own soft skin. His kisses left your mouth and trailed down your neck, biting and sucking wherever he saw fit. You buried your hands in his hair, tugging softly at the strains and making him groan. “So sweet.” His lips descended to your chest. “Why am I even trying to work you up?” You gasped as his hand roughly slipped between your wet folds. Your previous orgasm and arousal made slick noises as he ran his fingers up and down your slit.

“I bet if I slipped in right now you’d suck me in and hold me tight huh? So filthy…” you felt his head press to your entrance, precum still oozing over his tip despite three previous orgasms. “Why don’t you test that theory, Tengen.” Despite coming once, you had pent up frustration over the fact that he saved you for last. You gasped, hands fisting his hair tighter as he pressed his head in just enough to stretch you. The feeling was a bit uncomfortable despite how wet you were, he didn’t pull back out until your hands relaxed their grip.

“Maybe I worked you up too much.” He sounded a bit apologetic as he peppered your face with kisses. You felt his head press into you again, you shivered as he smirked against your neck. “I’ll be gentle with you for a bit.” You felt your cheeks burn up, slightly embarrassed by his sweet talk. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were curious who was watching, but with Tengen fully enveloping your senses you couldn’t care less. The next kiss was sweet enough that it made your mind go blank.

“There we go.” He whispered praise against your lips, pushing his hips in slowly until you took him in fully. “That’s better.” He pulled away a bit, watching your face contort as you adjusted to his size. You’d only slept with him a few times, it was going to take a bit to get fully used to his size. “Now then…I’m going to put you in your place.” Your eyes went wide, almost forgetting the fact that you had antagonized him to get to this point.

“Oh…” you clenched around him involuntarily, trying to avoid his gaze when you realized just how submissive you became for him. You moaned as his hips pulled back and slammed into you again, after a few sloppy harsh thrusts he found a steady rhythm. “See baby, you take me so well.” The sound of skin against skin filled the room again, as well as the sloppy wet noises each time he buried himself in you. “See, so good for me baby. You probably love the fact that Hina, Makio and Suma’s cum is in you now too huh?” You moaned, the filthy thought making you clench around him.

“Yeah you do. Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He grabbed your hair, pulling your head up and forcing you to watch as he thrusted deep into you. He wasn’t going to last as long as he thought, as he thrusted into your sloppy cunt he realized how overstimulated he was becoming. Four women back to back were going to take some practice on his part. “Tengen…” you felt breathless, your second orgasm quickly crept up on you. He moaned shamelessly, eyes wandering down to your bouncing breasts. You clenched tightly, eyes locked on where his cock kept disappearing into your cunt.

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip, watching the way his cock glistened with your arousal with each and every thrust. “Close…” you felt that familiar build up in your gut, clenching tightly as you tried to force yourself over the edge. “Hina?” Tengen forced his eyes away from you to look for her. You couldn’t see her, but it seemed she was still on the bed. “Please.” You were confused about what he was asking her to do until she appeared beside you, laying down on her side. You watched her hand snake down your front disappearing when she found your clit. You connected the dots quickly and let your head fall back the second Tengen released his grip on you.

Hina’s fingers were beautifully skilled, knowing just how fast and how much pressure to apply to have your legs shaking as Tengen rammed into you over and over, perfectly hitting all your sensitive points. Your back arched, eyes squeezing shut as you panted. Your release was so close. “Fuck…” with a few more thrusts, Tengen thrusted so deep you could have sworn he hit your cervix. His release spilled inside of you, Hina’s fingers were relentless as Tengen’s hips rocked through his own orgasm as yours finally crashed down on you. You felt Hina’s fingers retreat as Tengen collapsed on top of you, body sweaty and chest heaving.

“Well I’ll be damned…” he rolled off of you a second later. Flopping down beside you on the bed. “Well you certainly made a mess.” Hina’s voice was right beside your ear, a cool cloth running across your abdomen and working down to your thighs. You blinked a few times, struggling to focus your eyes after the release you had. Suma was already curled up under the blankets further up the bed, Makio was slowly making her way over as well now that you and Tengen were done. Tengen broke the silence a few seconds later “You four really will be the death of me.”

You smiled lazily, thanking Hina for cleaning you up as you rolled over to face him. “I think there are plenty of people out there that would be willing to beg to die by our hands.” Tengen locked eyes with you and laughed “you mine die by your pu—“ a slap to his shoulder by Makio cut him off. “Stop being a perv and cuddle us.” Hina was already slipping under the covers, you crawled over Tengen to get to her, collapsing in her embrace. “Well if you insist.” Tengen slipped between the four of you, pulling you all as close as he could manage.

“You think I got any of you pregnant this time?” You let out a laugh, of course he’d be thinking of something like that. “I dunno, that’s a question for another day. I'm tired.” Makio’s voice was already far off, your eyes feeling as heavy as her voice sounded. “Good night.” You snuggled into Hina’s chest, feeling warm all over because of Tengen’s side being pressed to your back. “Good night.” Hina’s voice was soft and sweet, her cheek squishing against the top of your head. “Rest up, we’ll have round two in the morning.”

“Go to sleep, Tengen!”

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