[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]

@unluckyxxxxxxx

from me, the moon

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Reader Warnings: hanahaki, angst!, implies happy ending though dw i'm not feeling THAT cruel tonight, mentions of death (no actual death) Word Count: ~2.4k A/N: spirit waking up from a nap after a midterm: omg hanahaki with jing yuan!!

To you, the sun,

You feel it before you realize it has struck you. That feeling in your chest that has begun to blossom when you're in the presence of the Jing Yuan. You become acutely aware of the way your heart thunders when he's near, the way you quiet down when he laughs to hear him, and the horrifying realization that yes, you are in love with him.

I would like to apologize in advance.

But honestly, who isn't? Who wouldn't fall in love with such a gentle soul dedicated to protecting those he loves. The sacrifices he's made for the Xianzhou Luofu are found in the warm smiles, greetings, and gifts that he receives from the people. He's effortlessly handsome, with his hair pulled back, but not enough to keep some of his hair from falling in front of his eyes. It feels like a privilege to get a glimpse of those eyes of his, pools of melted gold that soften when they fall upon those who hold a special place in his heart. you wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of such a look.

In the privacy of your own home, you allow yourself a moment of indulgence, to live in the fantasy of walking at his side, listening to the hum that builds from his chest as he nods along to what you would say. You imagine what it would be like to trace your hands along his skin, to cup his cheeks and turn him to face you so you can memorize his features. you wonder what it would feel like to feel his hands wander, if he could be as gentle with you as the way he holds the birds that seem to gravitate towards him.

I’m sure you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But I’ve made my bed, and it’s my time to lie in it.

Flower petals, splattered with droplets of blood, make their appearance for the first time that day.

I’m sorry.

An ancient curse, is what Bailu calls it, fixing you with a concerned stare. You can only laugh dryly at your luck, of course it would be you to have come down with some ancient curse that has caused you to cough out petals. You keep it to yourself, cradle half-bloodied flowers in your hands as you make excuses as to why you can’t join your friends for lunch, or why you can’t spend a morning to spar or play chess with the General. The less they know the better. (Right?)

Individual petals become clumps, and the clumps become half-made flowers. And by the time that the ever-attentive general decides to confront you about the sudden change in your behaviour, you're close to coughing out full flowers.

"Are you alright?" Jing Yuan asks as you sit across from him, cup of tea in your hands as you sit with your eyes closed, reveling in the warmth of your drink and that of his presence. "I haven't seen you around much. you're not avoiding me, are you?" Despite the chuckle that falls from his lips as he finishes speaking, you can still hear the hints of worry that he fails to hide. You suppose that's the result of knowing him for so long, the result of loving him for so long.

I wish I had the courage to admit it to you in person. 

"I wouldn't be here if I was avoiding you," you hum, opening your eyes to meet his. Your chest tightens when you see the concern in his eyes seem to melt away. The last thing you want is to worry him, and you hope that your attempt at banter will at least deter him for the meanwhile. but Jing Yuan is quiet, more so than usual. He spends longer studying you, making you squirm under his watchful gaze until you chide him for thinking too much.

"Well, I can tell something's on your mind, Strale for your thoughts?" he wants to know what's going on in your mind. He's not stupid, and is far too attentive to the way you seem to keep yourself at bay, holding your tongue and sipping tea as if it would keep you from speaking.

Funny how you called me the bravest you knew, and yet the one time when I should have come clean, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

"I think I might be stricken with mara." Out of the corner of your eyes you see him stiffen. You look down at the steam that curls from your cup, caressing your face as if knowing that the man next to you wouldn't do the same. 

Forceful laughter is pushed from his lips. “Don’t play jokes on me, dear. Have you come down with a cold? I know some of the Cloud Knights are out sick because of some bug that has gone around. You must have caught it when we sparred with them.” Your silence gnaws at Jing Yuan, and he can feel anxiety bubbling in his chest. It begins to grow when you turn away from him to take a breath. He watches, almost in slow motion, as you set your cup aside and look at him.

Thank you, Jing Yuan, for being my friend.

There is acceptance in your eyes, and Jing Yuan’s mouth goes dry. “Are you certain? Have you been diagnosed by a doctor? I can call for my doctor, I’m sure it’s not mara-struck—”

“Jing Yuan. There’s no other explanation,” neither of you can tell if the softness of your tone is an attempt to comfort yourself or him. His palms feel sweaty, the lump in his throat lodged so that words fail to come forth. He doesn’t like the way you say his name like this. It doesn’t roll off your tongue the way it usually does, and he finds himself grasping at anything to urge you to tell him that you might be wrong.

His desk becomes stacked with papers and reports about the mara-struck. The archivists watch as he spends longer nights conducting research, hair slipping from its hold as for the first time in years, the great General of the Xianzhou Luofu begins to lose a grasp on his composure. He calls upon Fu Xuan to divine what she can, and yet the grimace on her face paired with her admittance that the future is too foggy for her to divine makes his heart drop. 

I have loved you longer than you could imagine. Thank you for allowing me to be at your side for as long as I did. I will treasure these memories forever, no matter where I am.

He finds himself alone in his room, head in his hands as he sits at his desk. Your medical reports, handed to him by your own hands, are missing something. There’s something you’re hiding from him and he needs to know what it is. For the first time, he begins to doubt the words you’ve said to him. You’ve had no reason to lie to him thus far, so why does it feel like you’re trying to hide something serious.

He lets the anxiety fester before finally, Yanqing is the one who forces him to his feet to find the only doctor he hadn’t visited yet. Jing Yuan watches as Yanqing lets his own worries and fears come spilling out and he realizes how much your condition has affected others. He chides himself for selfishly thinking that he was the only one trying to find a cure for your illness. 

“They’re growing weaker,” Yanqing bites the inside of his cheek. “I went to visit them but I didn’t see any signs of Mara on their skin. But the Vidyadhara doctor, Bailu, was there. She gave me this letter and asked me to give it to you. She left in a hurry, but maybe we can ask her about them, right General?” There’s hope in the boy’s tone as if he too, was trying to grasp at anything to make sense of sudden fall to this illness. So clearly, a visit to the energetic doctor is next.

By this time, I’m sure you’ve uncovered the truth. The extent of my lies can only extend so far. I’m sure Bailu has spoken to you already. Be kind to her, will you?

“Mara? No, who told you that? That’s ridiculous, have you seen them? Didn’t they tell you?” Bailu stares up at him, unimpressed. “It’s Hanahaki. Surely you’ve heard of it, well, perhaps you haven’t. There’s no recorded cure. They told you all this, right?”

“They told me it was Mara,” Jing Yuan feels like he’s out of breath. He isn’t sure what to feel, the mix of emotions closing in on him. He wants to be upset with you and yet he can’t understand why you had been so bent on lying to his face. Not just him, but to Yanqing, to Yukong, to everyone else for the sake of what?

“It’s an ancient curse,” Bailu shakes her head.

Ancient curse. The words ring in his head. He figures the expressions on his and Yanqing’s faces are enough to give away their confusion. And he can only feel his chest tighten and tighten as he listens to Bailu explain the first time you came to her, tears building in the corner of your eyes, hands cupped to your chest and flecks of blood splattered on your palms. He listens as Bailu explains how you begged her not to say anything, that you would be the one to admit the truth. He listens as he hears of how your condition seemed to grow worse, day by day. He reads the medical reports that the Vidyadhara solemnly gives him and becomes acutely aware of his own shaky breath. He recognizes the days when you had gone to visit him, indulged in his requests to soak up the warmth of the sun as he put aside his work or to share stories over tea and a game of chess. The same days that you visited him are the same days that you came to Bailu.

Please, my dear, don’t blame yourself for my own faults. You have been nothing but supportive, caring, and kind. There is nothing more that I can ask of you other than you take care of yourself, please?

Jing Yuan knows loss better than anyone. He has faced loss in his own family and has watched as close friends and comrades have lost their lives on the battlefield. He knows of sacrifice, of that gut wrenching feeling when you are faced with the hard truth. He knows the feeling of defeat when he fights his master, initially hesitant in his blows before he gives into fate. The sight of his master’s thankful smile, a last moment of clarity breaks his heart. He knows of all these heartbreaking feelings, the same ones that have built up his walls, guarded his heart thus far and led him to become the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu. The scars that litter his body are a result of hundreds of years of training, of hard-won battles and choking defeats, so really, there is nothing that can shake his resolve after all that he's been through. He isn’t sure what’s worse: how easily he believed your lies, or the reality of this sickness that you’ve come down with. 

I’m sure all will be well. Don’t forget about me or I’ll haunt your dreams! (Stop falling asleep while you’re at work okay?)

He wants to yell, to go back in time and push harder for you to tell him the truth. He curses this long life that he has been cursed with. Because your time is fleeting, so quickly slipping from his grasp and he will live longer to live. He hates to imagine what it might be like when—

Visit me one last time, please?

He indulges in your request, shedding all armour and weapons at the door. He visits you with nothing but his jumble of emotions. To bring you flowers as a get-well-soon gift would be too cruel. But perhaps it’s more cruel for you to invite him over.

He hates the way you smile at him so warmly, that knowing look in your eyes prying through ivy ridden gates into his mind. You know what he wants to say, and when he sits down at your bedside and wraps his hand around yours, you squeeze gently.

“I’m sorry,” his voice breaks. You look at him curiously, about to tell him to stop apologizing, that he has nothing, and will never have anything to apologize for when it comes to you. But you stop when you catch sight of his eyes, watery golden pools that beg you to stay. He can’t get the words out but in the silence, there is more than enough said.

All my love.

(I love you, he thinks to himself. He closes his eyes and brings your knuckles to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss that he hopes will say enough. He doesn’t catch the way your eyes start to clear up and the way you gasp softly.)

From me, the moon.

———

To you, the sun,

I would like to apologize in advance. I’m sure you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But I’ve made my bed, and it’s my time to lie in it. I’m sorry. I wish I had the courage to admit it to you in person. Funny how you called me the bravest you knew, and yet the one time when I should have come clean, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. Thank you, Jing Yuan, for being my friend. I have loved you longer than you could imagine. Thank you for allowing me to be at your side for as long as I did. I will treasure these memories forever, no matter where I am. By this time, I’m sure you’ve uncovered the truth. The extent of my lies can only extend so far. I’m sure Bailu has spoken to you already. Be kind to her, will you? Please, my dear, don’t blame yourself for my own faults. You have been nothing but supportive, caring, and kind. There is nothing more that I can ask of you other than you take care of yourself, please? I’m sure all will be well. Don’t forget about me or I’ll haunt your dreams! (Stop falling asleep while you’re at work okay?) Visit me one last time, please?

All my love.

From me, the moon.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: ok it's eepy time again for spirit bc i have to start working on my finals now :(

kinktober day 1:

electro-play (punishment) w/ scaramouche~

you were called by one of the akademiya sages, their tone quite urgent, expecting your presence to be held by their future god at once. you had no choice but to comply to it. as one of the akademiya scribes; you knew things. hell you were also completely aware why you were being called.

truth be told, you and scaramouche had a deal. you had to watch the traveller, watch where they were with keen eyes and report everything directly to him. somehow you decided that you didn’t want to do that. you just wanted to focus on your life and not being a bloody pawn.

unfortunately for you, the call-out came quickly, and now you stayed there in his chamber, watching him walk predatorily towards you. you were seated on his table. “i suggest, spread your legs,” he mused, watching you quiver under his touch. he said he suggests, but the tone had nothing more but orders.

you nodded, complying and spreading your legs for him, leaning back with your hands on the table. a heavy sigh escaped you as you felt his eyes wander all over your form. “what did i said you should do?” scara was amused. a hand caressing your thigh and you felt careful zaps of his quirk on your inner thigh, it caused your senses to heighten, sending tingles onto your clit immediately.

the next movement was of his finger, staying stationary on your clit as he held your face with one hand, making sure your flustered form meets his gaze. “i said, something. didn’t i?”

another zap shot right on your clit as you whimpered, tears brimming into your eyes. “baladeer. i-”

you were already feeling painfully close to your orgasm because of his administrations on your now electrified, and sensitive clit. “imagine if i were to actually use my vision here. what a wonderful way to die; yes?” he laughed, while your lip quivered. as amazing as it felt, you couldn’t remove the possibility of the fact that if you would’ve angered him more. you would’ve been electrofied to execution.

“i’m sorry— i just thought my knowledge isn’t growing and i—”

“sssh~” scara’s touched ensured another tingle on your clit. pushing you off the edge immediately. your wet cunt convulsed and throbbed as you orgasmed, gasping and sweating as you felt a slightly powerful shock stem onto your clit.

“AHH-” you shrieked, tearing up with a wobbly lip.

“how— very, defiant. you orgasm without my permission after not following my orders?” scara was smirking, raising a brow and leaning in, kissing your neck until he bruised it with a prominent hickey.

“seems like it would take a while to teach you an appropriate lesson, my pet,”

@unluckyxxxxxxx

Cyno: im small but knowing

Alhaitham, not looking up from his book: you don't be knowing what the top shelf looks like

like you were written for me (ii)

summary: in which i read a lot of pretty things that remind me of a lot of genshin impact characters (back by popular demand, tysm for the support! you all own my heart).

featuring: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, itto, kaeya x gn!reader (seperately)

cw: mentions of childe's real name

personal favorites: childe, dainsleif

a/n: i'm sorry for being mia!! school is killing me slowly hard. also,,, sorry for always giving kaeya angst. i don't even mean to, it's just so fitting for him. T^T ALSO! this is x gn!reader but please let me know if they are any pronouns slips that i may have missed :) enjoy loves!! <3

albedo k. — "from the base of her neck, to the arch of her eyelids, her beauty made a slave of me." adonis.

the air was unsettled as you posed against the rocky perch; a faint breeze working rosiness into your cheeks and goosebumps up your arms. to your back was the ocean blue and to your front was the white of your lover's hair.

albedo sat neatly in the green of the earth, his paintbrush dancing colors across the white canvas in front of him. painting was his passion, and you, his muse. like a true daughter of mnemosyne, you were an endless source of inspiration for him, a constant tickling of his senses and thoughts. he felt like a prisoner, the way your soul captured his own.

but just like he never thought of himself a genius, neither did you consider yourself a model. he almost found it funny, how you could spew praise but never take it. he loved that humble character of yours, but he also wanted to rid you of it. even if for only a moment, he wanted to see you fall for the sight of your image, like he did with each waking moment.

the belly of his brush maneuvered around the portrait, it's bristles staining the linen as it went. various pigments were quick to flood the piece, and it's whiteness soon drowned in the care of it. albedo delicately traced your features into the art, loving the way the brush spiraled over each curve and drifted over every detail. from the base of your neck, to the arch of your eyelids, your beauty made a slave of him.

"albedo, can i finally see it?" your eyes pointed to the eisel.

his lips curved into a soft smile, pleased by your eagerness. he extended his hand towards you, saying, "come here, love."

childe — "that's the trouble with loving a wild thing: you're always left watching the door." edith pattou.

you laid sprawled underneath the covers of your shared bed, cheek pressing against the pillow. though your body sat still, your eyes danced at the door.

ajax was always a busy man—that simply came with his job of being a harbinger. thus, most nights consisted of you under the covers, curtains sheltering you from the moonlight, awaiting his return. most nights, that return never came. but some nights, nights like this one, a certain red-haired loverboy would finally walk through the wooden entryway and join you in your reverie.

his arms were quick to consume you, gently wrapping around your torso. his head found a home in your neck, the tops of his hair pressing against your nose. his affections were typically more dominating, for he much preferred your head to be cradled by his chest, but the fatigue from his work kept him from caring. beggers can't be choosers, as they say.

and it's not as if he could claim to be uncomfortable either, the layering of your bodies was the warmth he needed on any cold snezhnayan night.

ah, snezhnaya. the land of his hearth and home that oddly seperated him from you, his strength and stay. he originally joined the fatui to quench his thirst for battle, to provide a wealth of challenges to test his might; but, it would seem the greatest challenge now was fighting on the battlefield knowing what waited for him at home. though he was still very much enamoured by the feel of his hand clutched around a weapon, the affection he harbored for you grew by the minute.

because who, even a battle-hungry tool like himself, could resist the care of an angel on earth? the warmth of your smile, the softness of your touch? even now, as you both lie together, eyes lightly lidded and minds half-asleep, he finds his self-control depleted and his senses consumed by you. and, though he'd never admit it, he preferred it this way. despite considering himself a weapon, he'd rather fall ill with your love than die by the blade of the enemy.

as you laid there entangled, you both wanted nothing more than to be frozen in time—snuggled so close you shared a heartbeat. but this world was a cruel one, and dreams didn't always come true. a ringing noise from the corner of the bedroom demanded your lover's attention, and he groggily got up to heed it's call. in no more than a minute, ajax's tired expression was off his face and his boots were on his feet. before setting off, he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, saying, "sorry, love. i'll be home soon."

and then he was gone, out the door in which he came. you were gutted, but it wasn't a new feeling. to be honest, this recurring sentiment kept you company longer than childe did. but you guessed that was just the trouble with loving a wild thing: you were always left watching the door, waiting for him to walk back through it.

dainsleif — "in the crooks of your body, i find my religion." sappho.

dainsleif was never a holy man, the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. recently, however, he has found himself following someone like the apostles trailed the lord: you.

how he went from avoiding archons to making one out of you, he had no idea. for all he knew now was the sound of your voice and the way honey escaped your lips; the feel of his fingers between your hair and how he wouldn't mind getting tangled in it; the abyss that was your eyes and drowning in the depth of them.

not that he would ever want you to know that's how he felt. after the despair of his nation and the loss of his mortality, he doesn't want to lift you up only to make you fall. he knows the pain of that feeling all too well. so while you said "hello" like an invitation, he said "goodbye" like a promise. but just as the gods broke their promises, so did he.

the twillight sword, named for his victories in battle, moved so gently as he pressed his body closer to your own. he was a dichotomy of sorts, his own personal paradox, with his person splintered into the roughness of his past and the softness of his future. he slipped an arm around your lower back and brought his other arm to rest over your head against the stone behind you, effectively trapping you between himself and a statue of the seven.

even with the close proximity, the blonde moved nearer still, and his pale hair could practically frame your own face.

"this seems rather sacreligious, does it not?" you breathed.

he gave a quick, indifferent glance to the anemo archon's statue pressing against your back. "i won't ask for his forgiveness. if anything, he would have to beg for mine." his words echoed in your ear and you could swear they were laced with poison.

"so you don't worship a god?"

he merely nodded in negation.

"what if i wanted you to worship me?"

"i would."

"you would?"

"yes," he held your body tighter, your gaze more intensely. "for in the crooks of your body, i find my religion."

in a final push against the stone diety, the knight closed the space between your lips; and, though he had never seen the inside of a church, his kiss was like a desperate prayer; fealty poured from his lips and your knees weakened with the taste of it. he kissed you like his life depended on it, like it was the only means by which he could achieve salvation.

his body consumed you—all you could sense was him. his scent tickled your nose; he smelled like sin. his taste flooded your mouth; he tasted like paradise. he was a cursed child of heaven and hell, and you wanted all of him.

diluc r. — "i could start fires with what i feel for you." david ramirez.

the hour hand was parallel and darkness consumed the sky. you didn't normally venture out this late, but you were struggling to sleep and desperately needed something besides laying open-eyed in bed to occupy your time. besides, the latern clutched in your left hand kept your vision dependable and your breathing even. did you really have anything to worry about?

yes. a lot of things, actually.

just after a few peaceful minutes alone, you heard crunching coming from behind, it's volume increasing in intensity as the seconds passed you by. it was a group of hilichurls beginning to trail you with their torches ablaze. you inwardly cursed yourself for your rash decisions and lack of preparedness and began your flee away from your pursuers. your heart beat acclerated with each step you took, the pads of your feet were stained with dirt and battered by tiny, loose branches.

you kept your face mostly forwards, only looking back to track your lead on them. but, as if it were someone's dying wish, your toes rammed into the edge of a rock portruding out from the ground and your face high-fived the earth.

with your unexpected (but not surprising) fall, you found yourself surrounded by a gang of fire-wielding hilichurls, all thirsting for blood. your blood, to be specific.

sighing in defeat, you slid your eyelids close and anticipated your end. or at least, a pain of some kind. but that feeling never came. hesistantly, you blinked your eyes open to find a man dressed in black swinging an enflamed claymore at your foes. with this man's sheer might, you kind of felt sorry for the little creatures, even though they tried to kill you mere moments ago. when the figure finished ridding the area of the hilichurls, the moonlight revealed his features as he turned to face you.

your mouth formed an "o" as you chuckled sheepishly, "um, thank you, diluc."

your relationship with the wine tycoon was...complicated. it could perhaps be best described as lot's of actions left undone and lots of words left unsaid.

his anger was tangible as he half-screamed, "why in teyvat are you out in the middle of the woods so late?"

"i couldn't sleep," your voice was barely audible.

though his anger was suffocating, you saw something else in his features besides fury. was it longing? desire? whatever it was, it looked alien on him.

silence was quick to consume the air between you, awkward glances and tense facial expressions the only communication ensuing. only with this quiet did you realize how close you were to him—so close you could cup his jaw with your palm. eventually, your mouth grew an itch that you needed to scratch. gathering confidence, you finally spoke.

"why are you looking at me like that?" your question was a whisper.

"like what?"

"like there's a flame behind your eyes."

"because i could start fires with what i feel for you." his reply was an oath.

he leaned in, lips touching lips, and all time seemed to stop. no longer did you hear the ticking of the clock, all that remained now was the beating of your heart and his. his kiss was heated in the way that made your toes curl and warm in the way that touched your heart at the same time.

he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, asking, "and who wants to see the person they love mauled to death in the woods?"

as he brought his lips back to yours, you could feel his tounge slip into your mouth, a gentle yet insistent intrusion, and your body melted into his. you ran your fingers through his crimson hair, silently begging for more.

you were already so close—the pads of his fingers pressing desperately into your back, your legs wrapped around his torso, your scents mixing into a new genre of fragerence—but you wanted more. more, more, more.

itto a. — "his arms became a set of parentheses bracketing the sweetest secret phrase." christina lauren, love and other words

itto reminded you of the time old saying, a bull in a china shop. he was the notoriously clumsy harbinger of misfortune; but, while everyone else thought that to be a deal breaker, you found it to be an endearing part of the "arataki the-one-and-oni itto" package. some of your fondest memories with him were a product of his blundering behavior. one such memory was your first kiss:

waves rocked the wood beneathed your feet. you and itto had been taking a relaxing day trip on the ocean, simply cruising across the waves in each other's company. with the gentle dea breeze caressing your face and the sun's rays warming your skin, it was the most pacific day. until your lover spotted some fish, that is. with the weather as perfect as it was, it was not surprising that the purple-colored fish came out to play, their forms become visible as the neared the sea's surface. itto, his big arms and all, started paddling his palms through the water, thrashing about in an attempt to catch one.

"what in teyvat-" he couldn't see your face, but he could hear the smile in your voice.

"listen, you won't be laughing like that later when i catch you a new pet!"

looking back, he was kind of right—you certainly weren't laughing when this oaf of an oni fell overboard into the water and exclaimed, "help! i can't swim!" despite your shock, you curved your body over the helm of your small, shared boat and attempted to lug himback onboard. you didn't think you could do it, but, albeit arms straining, you managed to fish him out.

despite this feat, you soon realized that you can take an oni out of the water but you can't take the water out of an oni. since his eyes were still lidded even after slapping his face with the force of a thousand suns, you made an emergency decision: positioning yourself over his body, you pressed your lips to his, making your air his air. now, this wasn't as romantic as it sounds—you performed some wild chest compressions immediately afterwards. to your surprise, your rough first-aid skills did the job. itto's lashes slowly parted, revealing those two red eyes you adored so much.

between coughs, your lover exclaimed, "yo, i just had the coolest dream! we we're crusing on a boat and then some fish surfaced the water and then i tried to catch one and then i fell in-" his voice trailed when he saw the pair of humor and concern dancing in your eyes.

"i wasn't dreaming?"

"no."

"i almost drowned?"

"yes."

"you kissed me?"

"it's called CPR, you perv."

"well, could ya' do it again?"

laughing, you folded over the oni, your chest coming to rest on his. hands cupping his cheeks, you pressed a light and playful kiss against his lips. he moved his hands up to your shoulder blades and his arms thus became a set of parenthesis bracketing the sweetest phrase: you. fully trapped in itto's arms, your light pecks grew deeper with each passing second, leaving you breathless when you finally parted.

noticing your dazed expression, he gave you a smug smirk, saying, "told ya' you wouldn't be laughing later."

...you threw him back off the boat.

kaeya a. — "if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you." andrea gibson, lord of the butterflies.

a knock on the door stirred you from your slumber. flinging the duvet cover off your body, you wobbled towards to the front door of your mondstadt apartment. with a twist of your hand, the wooden entryway creaked open and revealed a pair of estranged brothers. the red-head stood steadily, acting as a pillar for his younger, highly intoxicated yet somehow concious brother.

"would you take him?"

"why would i not?"

you and diluc gently exchanged the fumbling calvary captain, muttering quiet "goodnights" as you went. kaeya's weight shifted onto to your shoulders and you helped maneuver him to a seat at your kitchen table as the older brother took his leave. your fingers held his chin, forcing his face to look at yours. your eyes searched his face, spotting beads of sweat framing his abnormally pale face. knowing he was in need of water, you swiped your index and middle finger through the air, conjuring a stream of water with your hydro vision. you slowly funnelled the adam's ale into his mouth, letting him swallow every drop.

"would you like something to eat? some toast maybe?" you questioned him softly.

he shook his head in negation, but his eyes betrayed him. you knew he wanted something to munch on, so you turned to prepare him some toast; but, it would appear that even his inebriated reflexes were faster than your sober ones. his hands jumped to your waist, holding you in place between his legs. "you don't have to do that. you should go back to bed," he began, his voice hoarse. "i'll be-"

"fine?" you scoffed. "kaeya, you can't lie and expect me to not notice. diluc of all people just dropped you off on my doorstep like a lost kitten. no, you are not fine. yes, i am getting you some food."

"but you shouldn't have to work yourself up over someone like me."

"someone like you?"

"someone self-destructive and sardonic. a glutton, a gimmick. an intolerable individual."

you gave him a tender smile, "well, you must not be too drunk if you can articulate all those fancy words," you pushed the hair out of his eyes before pressing on. "darling, if you are self-destrutive, let me piece you back together. if you are a glutton, let me give you more to take. if you are a gimmick, let me see the real you. if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you."

holding his stare, your words echoed through the room. you only hoped it had echoed in his mind too.

begrudgingly, kaeya dropped his hands, allowing you to retrieve something from the kitchen behind you. you topped some sourdough with bananas and honey, serving them on a ceramic plate. you sat with him as he had, using your melody to distract him from the voice inside his head. the conversation was a simple as "is the food okay" and "how was your day," but you could see the tension leave his shoulders with every word that left your lips.

with his last bite, his nerves finally calmed. you prayed this peace would never leave him.

-> likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! <3

Always the Artist, Never the Muse

PAIRING: Hyunjin x male!reader

WARNING: Lots of Angst, boyxboy (bxb), school!au, rejection, reader has a girlfriend, reader uses jagi/jagiya on their girlfriend, told more from Hyunjin's point of view, reader's point of view is majority of the time with their girlfriend

SUMMARY: Hyunjin has a crush on you but you never seem to look his way. He always paints you and sketches you. But he's scared to approach you because he believes that you'll make fun of him for liking you so he likes you from a distance. Even though he knows that you have a girlfriend.

WORD COUNT: 2,843

A/N:

.°•○>><<○•°. = POV switch

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

I might write a female version! Let me know if you'd like that too! This is based off of a poem I read on tiktok. It just screamed Hyunjin when I read it so I wrote about it!

You always saw a boy in your class stare at you. Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin. He was the boy that won that art competition in your class last year. You won't lie, his art was amazing but what was weird was him constantly staring at you. That was weird. Something about him was just-

"Hey lover!" Your girlfriend called out as you turned and smiled. "Hey jagi." You said, kissing her on the cheek.

You turned and looked back to Hyunjin, the boy was gone. You wondered where the peculiar boy went. You sighed but enjoyed your time with your girlfriend.

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Hyunjin was hiding behind the wall by the classroom door trying not to let his heart break and at the same time jump out of his chest.

He was hurt that you kissed your girlfriend but then again, it was your girlfriend. There's nothing he could do to stop it. He sighed, hoping that he could be in your girlfriend's shoes.

At the same time, he was smiling knowing that you looked at him and noticed him.

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A few weeks passed since the incident and Hyunjin still wasn't over it. He still couldn't believe it. As he was spacing out while walking he bumped into you.

"Ah, I'm so sorry." He said as he bowed an apology. "Don't worry about it." You said smiling as Hyunjin realized who it was. He realized a little too late after he lifted his head. He blushed in embarrassment and scratched his neck nervously.

"Hey, you're Hwang Hyunjin right? The guy that won the art contest right?" You asked as Hyunjin nodded bashfully. "Awh, that's amazing. Your art is amazing as well. Maybe you can paint me one day." You said, half joking and half serious. However, Hyunjin liked you so much that he already could draw you from just memory.

"My girlfriend is planning to run for the one art competition coming up for scholarship." Hyunjin was hurt to hear you mention your girlfriend, but his petty side spoke up and said, "What art contest? I think I might've signed up too." You chuckled, "I think it was called KNUA? Korea National University of Arts." He said as Hyunjin let out his fakest giggle.

"I'm going there too! What a coincidence." He lied as you stood there he was flattered, and you guys traded numbers.

Later that same day, he went to go sign his name, read the details, and go get his materials.

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After the conversation with Hyunjin you went back to your girlfriend. You smiled at her as you saw her painting. You silently crept behind her as you hugged her from the back.

"Hey jagi, I got what you needed." You said as she smiled and hugged you. "Thank you so much!" She said, you chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you lover." You told her.

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There was approximately a week and a half left until the showcase. You were supporting your girlfriend as she was almost finished. You smiled as she looked happy with her piece.

"What do you think so far jagi?" She asked as you looked at the painting. It was with two people hugging, laying down. While in what seems to be an unfinished painted casket. "Why a casket?" You asked as she smiled. "I'm taking the marriage vow, 'till death do us part' literally." She said as you nodded your head. "You're so smart." You told her as you admired it. "I don't get art but that was really smart." She giggled at that.

"I need more paint, can you go get me some from the store?" She asked as you nodded, kissing her head and leaving to the art store.

You practically had the directions memorized by how much your girlfriend went there.

As you walked in, you saw Hyunjin in the store and walked over to him. "Hey Hyunnie," You said, "I didn't know you shopped here too." As you finished your sentence he jumped. "Oh, it's just you..." He said, taking a sigh. "Of course, who else would it be Hyunnie." You told him as he turned around and turned his slightly downwards. "Did you just call me 'Hyunnie'?" He asked as you nodded.

"Woah, you have so many feminine features." You told him, moving his hair out of his face to look at his face. "Your eyelashes are so long, your hair is silky smooth, not to mention your lips are amazing, they are plump and full." You admired as he pulled back. "Thank you..." He thanked softly as you smiled.

"Only a week and a half left. How's your painting?" You asked as he stood frozen in place. "I-It's done, just gotta add a few more details." He said, his voice stuttering in the beginning. "Are you okay Hyunnie what's up with the stutters. "It's nothing. I'm gonna go pay. I'll see you whenever y/nnie..." He said as he got in line.

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After he paid for his stuff, he walked home blushing like crazy, thinking about the situation. You gave him a nickname. That alone made Hyunjin blush. What made him blush even more was that you had touched his hair and his face. That drove him wild.

He didn’t know what to do. He felt awkward and didn’t know how to reply. He hid his face all the way home. He saw your car as you rolled down your window.

"Hey, it's kind of hot, you want a ride home? I have the ac cranked up." You offered as he nodded and sat in the back seat. "Hey, I'm not your uber, I'm your friend, come sit next me in the passenger seat." He nodded and sat in the passenger seat.

While Hyunjin sat and buckled his seatbelt you put your phone on the phone stand on your car. "What's your address?" You asked, he told you his address as you smiled and put on his gps. "Feel free to play music." You said as Hyunjin nodded.

He put on his favorite song, i hate to admit by Bangchan.

You smiled as you sang along to the song. Hyunjin was surprised as you sang. "You know this song?" He asked as you nodded. "This song helped me through my hardest times. When my mother passed. I felt really alone because I never met my father and losing the only other parental figure in my life hurt." You told him. He felt bad and tried reaching for your hand but he restrained himself and took his hand back.

"I'm sorry to hear that y/nnie..." He said as you chuckled, "Don't be, I know my mother would've loved to be with me right now. She still is but spiritually." He said, grabbing the photo in his visor mirror. "She would've loved Jiah." He said as Hyunjin felt his heart break. "How did you meet Jiah?" He asked as you smiled. "She had sprained her ankle during a class field trip. I had merely helped her and took her to the closest medical tent. She was grateful and offered me coffee. What became a mutual hang out became another, and another, then a date, then another date, then another, and soon we ended up dating. I asked her out, and she agreed."

Hyunjin nodded at the story, not knowing that the truth would hurt this badly.

"She was the highlight of my life." You said as Hyunjin bit his lower lip trying to ignore the watery eyes. "So why do you listen to this song Hyunnie?" You asked as he looked at you. "Similar to you. It helps me out and calms me down. It makes me understand that," He stopped his words as he sighed, "It makes me understand that I'm never going to have the one I want. I will only be on the side but never in frame." He said looking forward.

You sighed. "I know how that feels but hey, you're a catch. Anyone would be lucky to have you Hyunjin."

As you said that, he caught himself smiling slightly. The way his name rolled off your tongue just made the butterflies in his stomach flutter.

You pulled up to a house. "This your house?" You asked as he looked outside. "Yeah, this is it." He said unbuckling his seatbelt and grabbing his things. "Thank you y/nnie..." He silently thanked as you smiled. "Anytime Hyunnie."

As you went inside, he saw you drive off as he walked slowly, then he fell to the floor. Sobbing. He knew that he would never have a chance with you, but hearing how much you love your girlfriend just made his heart hurt in a way unimaginable. As he cried, his painting sat on the easel. Waiting to be showcased and finished.

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You arrived back at your place, where your girlfriend was peacefully painting. Finishing the last few touches.

"Looks great jagiya." You said as she turned. "Y/n!" She exclaimed, hugging you close and tight. "I missed you." She said calmly this time as you smiled. "I missed you too." You said as she looked up at you. "What took you so long?" She asked, pulling you to the couch to sit. "I saw Hyunjin and dropped him off at home." You told her as she beamed and smiled. "I always thought Hyunjin was amazing! I always admired his art. I think I would've left you for him if he gave me a chance." She teased as you made a noise of surprise. "I'm just kidding jagi! I'm kidding! You know I love you too much for that!" She said. You hugged her close just then, "Good!" You said jokingly as she giggled. "Let me gooo! I need to finish!" She sang out as you tickled her. "Not a chance." You said while she laughed.

After calming down, she finished her painting. "All done! Now I need to write a title and the explanation on paper to have it exhibited and sign my name on it once it's dry." She said as you looked confused. "Why do you have to do all that?" You asked as she giggled. "So it's, professional jagi." She told you as she went to the kitchen. "What do you want to eat? Dinner is on me tonight." She said as you covered your mouth. "No offense jagi... but you're better off painting..." You teased. "Why you little... fine! Then you can starve!" She said. "I'm kidding! Jagi! Jiah!" You said chasing after her.

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It was the night before the exhibition. Your girlfriend loaded everything in your car as she smiled. "You ready for tomorrow?" You asked as she nodded. "So ready!" She replied as you took her inside to sleep.

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Hyunjin had just finished writing the explanation. He smiled sadly at his piece. If any other person saw him, they'd think Hyunjin was unhappy or sad about his piece. Truth be told, it was because of the piece that he was sad. Hyunjin loaded everything in his car and slept, ready for the exhibition tomorrow.

Hyunjin got up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, did his skincare, ate, applied a lip balm, packed his bag and left. Ready for the exhibition.

When he got there he saw other students from his school with fabulous pieces. They didn't cover theirs like Hyunjin did but he knew that his painting was special to him.

He had seen you and Jiah together. You kissed Jiah and wished her good luck. That. Had hurt. He saw Jiah's painting. It was beautiful but again, nothing could compare to how special his painting was.

After all the contestants, Jiah was second to last and Hyunjin was last.

"Now welcome up on the stage, Miss Kim Jiah!" They called out as she walked up, placing her painting on the easel. "Hello everyone! I'm Kim Jiah. My painting is titled 'Till Death Do Us Part'. The reason I chose this is because, ironically, enough. My boyfriend and I plan to get married after high school. I know it's super sickening, but listen to me. The reason why I chose this is because I don't know what I would do without him. I really do value my loved ones. My role model in my life was always my father because he swore to my mother this vow when they got married. My mother cheated on him, and yet he forgave her and ended up being with her even when she was pregnant with another child that wasn't his. He loved her. He really did. Then the accident came. My mother was barely clinging to life, and my father told the doctors to take anything they needed from him to save her. Unfortunately, my half-sister passed, and that same day, I lost both my parents. I remember my mother telling my father she was pregnant with another child who wasn't his, and all he did was hold her hand and told her, 'I'll never stop loving you. I forgive you. Remember our vows. Till death do us part.' Thank you for listening.' She said as the audience erupted in applause.

The announcer then stepped onto the stage, "Thank you so much for that Miss Kim with your painting and your story of the origin of that painting. Now, welcome onto the stage, our previous winner of last year, Hwang Hyunjin!" As Hyunjin stepped onto the stage, the audience clapped and cheered. Hyunjin placed his covered painting on the easel. "Hello, as some of you may know. My name is Hwang Hyunjin." He said looking for you in the audience. Once he locked eyes with you, he knew that this was going to be a scary yet relieving explanation. "My painting is called, 'Always the Artist, Never the Muse.'" He said as he unveiled the painting, it was the most beautiful painting of a man. A man similar looking to you. "The reason why I painted this man is because this is the man that I love." He admitted as the audience murmured. "I know what you guys are thinking, but just listen. I've loved this man for so long. Since my grade school years. I watched him grow and become amazing. However, I know that he would never see me like that. I say that because he has someone who he holds dear to him already. I'm honestly jealous. I wish I could be that close to his heart as she is. Whenever I see them, my heart breaks knowing that I could've been the one in his arms. I know that sounds selfish. But I couldn't ask for someone more or even close to perfect as him. He is just the most amazing person you'll know. He and I just got closer recently and all I feel is my heart jumping out at my chest whenever I talk to him. But whenever he looks at me with those eyes, it's because he's not looking at me, he's looking behind me. Those eyes are just for me to see that it's a sight that will never belong to me. so I decided to capture that loving look he gives to his girlfriend, because I am always the artist, never the muse. Thank you for taking the time to listen to me." He said as he looked at you. Who just stood there shocked. As the audience roared in applause and cheers as some cried. Hyunjin bowed, took his painting, and went off the stage taking a sigh of relief as the other contestants congratulated him for coming out to the world.

After all the art pieces were exhibited. Hyunjin sat by his piece, as he felt another person sit next to him. He looked, and it was you.

"Hey." You said. "Hey." Hyunjin replied as you started, "Look-" Hyunjin cut you off, "I know don't worry y/n. I know you don't love me or see me that way." He said as you sighed. "It's not just that. But, Jiah isn't comfortable with me being friends with you when we are both aware that you have feelings for me. I'm sorry Hyunjin." You said dryly as you stood up. "I'm glad I could be here to support you at least." You said, walking away.

Before Hyunjin could cry they called all the contestants on stage.

"Votes are in and now the student winning the scholarship is..." Everything went in one ear out the other, Hyunjin could've cared less, because he lost someone important to him that's what Hyunjin considered a tragedy to all. "Hwang Hyunjin! Our infamous winner from the year before as well!" The announcer said, as Hyunjin was given an envelope of acceptance to KNUA. Hyunjin didn't care. He had lost the person most important to him. It was more important than this stupid acceptance paper. To him, you were the world.

He fell to the floor in tears because he knew that him being with you would never happen. Only in his dreams, because he is always the artist, never the muse.

Prompt #441

“It’s just a dance. What are you afraid of?”

#quote

“you’re so polite with your sadness. you don’t want to ruin this for anyone.”

— — Silas Melvin, from “Twenty,” Grit

Mafia prey

Genre: 18+, just pure smut

Cw: Mafia!Minho x Agent!FemReader, soft(ish) dom minho, unprotected sex, swearing, oral (f+m receiving), spanking, interrogation, slight voyeurism, praise, ownership, slight sadism masochism stuff going on

Wc: 5.6k

Summary: Lee Minho, second in command to the most dangerous organised crime network in Korea, knew you had something to hide, and he planned to figure out exactly what was so off about you

AN: save me mafia minho save me, mafia aus are my fav fav fav fav fav fav fav I LOVE MINHO IN SUITS I'm losing my mind

If anything was a sight to behold, it was Lee fucking Minho. Classy, charming, dangerous- he was everything you'd expect of someone who could kill you in more ways than one. And if seduction was part of his arsenal then you'd just gone and fallen for it hadn't you?

Your oxygen deprived lungs didn't seem to care that you weren't breathing, it was like he was a poison that your body welcomed on- gave in on its own. Just kneeled down and practically said fucking take me. Pathetic, you were an overseas agent for fucks sake- not some.. some hormonal teenager.

He'd seen right through you. You were his prey.

As good as he was, you'd been interrogated enough to spot underlying questions, to deprive your answers of evidential information- he wouldn't get anything out of you like this. He'd have to try harder.

He smiled, pushing his thumb under your chin to close your mouth after he pulled away from your lips- stepping backwards into his suite and leaving you stood in the doorway.

Minho peeled his coat off of himself and shrugged it onto a passing chair as he kept walking. He hadn't made any effort to get anything out of you so far, he already knew this wasn't enough.

Part of you wanted to know how far he'd go, what he'd be willing to do for what he wanted.

A lot of you wanted to know how far he'd go.

Two can play at this game Mr Lee.

He took a sip of a glass of wine he swiped off of the table as he went past, easily undoing the buttons of his waistcoat with his other hand- gesturing his head for you to join him.

The man chuckled, pulling at the fastening of his tie as you sauntered forward, eyes on the way you moved in that dress. "Silver looks good on you."

"Yeah?" You asked, unwraveling the silk scarf from around your neck- about to drop it on the floor until he held out his palm.

"Definitely," he smirked, twirling it around both of his wrists before draping it behind you, suddenly pulling taut on the fabric to force your body against his.

"Well you certainly belong in a suit." You coyly trailed your fingers from his sternum to the bottom of his chin, featherlight touches as you danced under his jaw, reaching to the back of his neck into his hair.

He tilted his head back, letting you run your tongue over his exposed skin- kissing from his throat to his collarbone. "You won't get whatever you're trying to get out of me," you whispered into him, "I'm smarter than that Mr Lee."

"Please, call me Minho," he hummed, using the satin wrap to flip your back onto his chest.

He pulled the scarf back up your torso, slowly reaching your chest before it jumped onto your neck- tugging your head backwards onto his shoulder. The mafioso immediately took the opportunity to nip at your skin, passing one end of the fabric into your hand so he could hold your hip.

"What makes you think I want something out of you?" He asked softly, sucking obnoxious little marks into anywhere he could reach. "Hiding something from the Mafia?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"As a matter of fact I would," he chuckled, releasing you from his grip to pull you along. You twirled and span with the silk, letting Minho catch the small of your back as you fell backwards into him.

His puckish grin had your knees weak, you felt like prey in his arms.

His.. everything, fuck, it wasn't supposed to feel like this. You weren't supposed to get butterflies from the way he held you, from the way his lips grazed yours, from the low hums he was letting out as he kissed you. None of it.

"Mm," you murmured between breaths, grabbing fists of his hair in an attempt to draw him even closer to you.

He pulled the both of you back up, taking the last remaining steps until your calves hit the soft duvet before collapsing down on it together- easily holding himself above you. You bit your lip into a smile.

"Would you mind if I took this dress off of you?" He asked, running a finger under the hem of the front.

"Not at all, Mr Lee."

"What did I say?" He purred, leaning down into your ear. "That's Minho, to you."

"Alright, Minho," you breathed, his tone shuddering down your spine in a very obvious display of arousal.

"Lean up for me." He said, curling his arm underneath you so that he could slowly peel down the zip of your dress. "Perfect."

The lower it moved, the more Minho could reach his head down the front- running his tongue through the middle of your breasts until he finally pulled the dress down your legs.

Gently your back touched the bed again, and he stood straight- a coy smile on his lips as he admired your body before turning to hold up the dress.

You pressed into your elbows, watching him amble over to the open wardrobe- finding a coat hanger to slip into the arms. "What are you doing?"

"Can't crease such a pretty thing," he spoke softly, the words weren't even about you.. but fuck did they make your heart pump.

"Do you keep all your partners waiting like this?"

He chuckled, hanging the dress onto the pole before he started strolling back to you. "You think I do this often?"

"There's no way you don't," you scoffed, letting his body trap you in place- a hand either side of you, breath hitching when his knee pushed between your legs. "You're just too good."

"Believe it or not I don't sleep with people as an interrogation method on a regular basis," he laughed, dancing his fingers down the sides of your torso. "I can usually get it out sooner."

"And what if you don't get anything at all," you asked, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, "what will you do with me then?"

You slid the fabric off of his shoulders, trailing your nails over his soft skin- admiring his lean physique with awe. Hooking a finger under his choker, you pulled him down, letting your breath mix with his as your mouths hovered millimetres between eachothers.

"You belong to me until the morning beautiful.."

Fuck.

"..I'll get what I want."

Fuck.

He waited for you to push up, trying to connect your lips before he placed his index finger over your mouth, a satisfied smirk donning his features.

Standing again, he inched his hands down to your legs- a firm grip on your thighs as he pulled your body so that your hips were aligned with the edge of the mattress and slipped your underwear off.

Minho pryed your legs apart, wrenching a gasp from your throat with the unexpected action while he put them over his shoulders.

He slid onto his knees, the grin on his face with the eye contact was making your stomach swirl, and the feel of his raspy voice on the skin of your thighs as he kissed closer and closer. You were so wrapped up in the feel of him you didn't even realise he was speaking until he stopped.

"Mr- Minho?" You asked, leaning onto your elbows- faced with him already alert and looking up at you.

"Aren't you paying attention?" He taunted jokingly, and you bashfully shook your head. "I said is it okay for me to keep going?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "yeah of course."

He only smiled, bright eyes narrowing in on your reaction as his thumb drew gentle circles over your clit.

Your head fell back with a gasp, basking in the feel of his gentle pleasure with your eyes shut- you didn't get to see him dip between your legs and draw a long flat line through your pussy with his tongue. He ripped a moan from your throat, your shoulders pushing your back into a small arch as you breathed in.

"I saw you," he nipped at your thigh. "I saw you watching us."

Your job was to infiltrate, to gain their trust, eventually with the long term goal of shutting down their operation. But for now you were just supposed to relay information. Your bosses told you not to push it, this was the first big event you were properly attending- the mafia wouldn't know you.

They'd be wary, so of course you should've kept a low profile. You should've gradually worked your way up, and you tried, but Lee Minho.. fuck, nothing escaped his gaze apparently.

"Why shouldn't I watch someone as h-handsome as you?"

You just wanted to identify them, get a face for your names.

Just the inner circle.

Christopher Bang, the young leader of the mafia- not to be underestimated. You hadn't seen him nor his bodyguard Changbin make an appearance.

You'd seen Hyunjin and Jisung, the weapons operatives, and you were pretty sure that you could identify Felix by his strikingly blue hair despite his high mafia status.

No more than that, because you didn't get very far before Lee Minho caught your attention. He was watching you back.

You'd been warned about him, second in command, he liked to meddle.

He chuckled, "don't play dumb, I want to know why you're here."

You released a shaky breath as he went back to licking and sucking your clit- giving you time to mull over his statement. Your whole operation would be blown if he knew why you were here.

Would it be the worst thing in the world?

He already knows you're not to be trusted. He already knows you've got something to hide.

He smirked into your skin when your hips bucked into his fingers as he slowly slid two into you- shallowly teasing you by going no further than the first knuckle.

You moaned breathlessly, spurring him to give you more but he didn't. Of course he didn't. His tongue only traced around your clit, never getting close enough for any release- but keeping you on your toes with the sensation.

What he was waiting for was obvious.

"I'm supposed to infiltrate," you whispered ashamedly- struck by how easy it was for him to coax that out of you.

"Good girl," he hummed approvingly, pushing his fingers deep inside and stroking against that spot inside you as your reward.

Oh fuck, he couldn't call you that could he? That's cheating.

"Minho," you breathed, the end of his name breaking off into a whimper as his teeth closed around your clit teasingly- soothing the slight pain by sucking and making your legs tremble around his head.

"Why are you infiltrating the mafia, pretty thing?"

His ministrations slowed down again and you knew he was expecting another answer but you couldn't give him any more.

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

"No? Can't say?" He spoke gently, "tell you what, I'll talk, and you nod if you hear something that sounds familiar, alright?"

He didn't give you a second to process the statement before he flicked your clit, gaining a shocked gasp that he took as affirmation instead.

"Judging by your accent, you're not from around here, hm?"

You nodded, and he started to pump his long fingers in and out of you faster again.

"You're from overseas." He said to himself- not needing your affirmative to connect the dots.

Lee Minho was smart, you're sure just by nodding at his statements he could deduce your entire act but you couldn't bring yourself to care when he was knuckle deep inside you.

You'd known that he would be trouble even before you arrived in Korea.

Then when you caught him paying acute attention to what you were doing across the hall you knew something was up. You dipped away, needing to get out of his line of sight, so you shuffled yourself through groups of people you didn't recognise until you had a different view of the inner circle.

He was no longer there.

Your heart dropped as you quickly scanned the faces of the people around you, waiting for him to pounce, for him to expose everything.

"Now I'm guessing this whole thing has something to do with the expansion rumours?"

You nodded again, and he tapped your thigh twice approvingly.

"And.. you need to find out if they're more than just rumours, yes?"

You nodded vigorously once more, your hands struggling to find a place to ground you- fighting to ball up the covers within your fists as Minho's fingers pulled your closer and closer towards your orgasm.

"M-Minho.." you whimpered, bordering on asking him nicely to just keep going. "Please."

You didn't know whether he felt you were giving him enough information for you to cum yet. You didn't know whether he would stop or not.

You certainly didn't expect your first interaction with the man to be watching in shock as he took your hand gently in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips gently after he had emerged with a smirk from the crowds behind you.

"Why don't I know you?" He asked, and you foolishly thought for a second that he didn't know a thing. That he was just intrigued by you.

Wrong, of course. You knew you shouldn't have let him seduce you, couldn't let him get his claws in you. But his sweet words and charisma lowered your inhibitions quicker than you'd thought was possible and he'd roped you up to his room in no time like a snake wrapping around its prey.

"I'm not sure who'd be bold enough to send an agent undercover, though.." he hummed more to himself this time. "Do you need to cum yet? I expect you to ask permission."

"Yes, yeah, fuck.. please, can I cum?"

He smiled at your clear submission to him and resumed rubbing circles over your clit.

Your hands tangled in his hair, feeling a little out of place tugging on such a dangerous man like you had no regard for your life- but he only chuckled and rubbed you faster.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, show me you can follow orders."

Your orgasm washed over you gradually but rapidly- prolonged by the fact that Minho didn't stop after you'd finished whispering 'thank you's and waited until your legs were trembling against his head with overstimulation before he pulled away.

You gently pulled him up on the bed by his hair, gasping when you felt his bulge press into you- hot and heavy, and with no shame as he smiled.

"Want to thank me properly?"

You nodded, softly pressing him down into the bed where you had just been, sitting on his thick thighs as you undid the fly on his suit pants.

You pulled them down enough for you to reach his boxers and let his cock spring free. Swallowing hard, your eyes drank in the size of him- wondering how you were going to fit that.. anywhere?

Minho grinned, telling you to go ahead with a flick of his wrist.

And who were you to keep him waiting?

Your hand gingerly wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, failing to keep your eyes off his pretty pink tip as it leaked beads of precum with every stroke. Your thumb swiped over the top and used it to reduce the friction.

Minho groaned at the feel of your soft hand around him. You looked up, choking down a gasp as you watched him sucking your juices off of his fingers.

"Use your mouth," he hummed, softly releasing shaky breaths with his eyes closed.

You nodded, not that he would see, and slid further down his legs so that your mouth was just above his cock. You let a dribble of spit fall down onto his tip and amplifyied the lude sound of your hand stroking him, biting your lip and wondering if he really expected you to fit this all in your mouth.

Did he?

You licked a stripe from the base all the way up, working around to try and cover all of him at once so to distract him from the fact you weren't going to be able to suck him off properly.

Your free hand fondled with his balls as you swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum and humming softly.

You repeated the steps and licked a little lower, pointing your tongue and tracing a vein on the underside of his cock that made him drawl out a long groan and buck his hips. You smiled, using more of your spit to lube up your hand before you swirled around once and, closing your lips around his tip and sucking hard.

"Fuck," he groaned, opening his eyes to fix a lazy gaze on you.

Minho watched, catching his bottom lip in between his two rows of teeth, collecting the hair that was falling into your face in a makeshift bun that he held on top of your head in a fist.

His hips canted up in time with your hand, absentmindedly pushing your mouth down further onto his cock- moaning under his breath that he was close, until you suddenly stopped.

A line of saliva connected you to his tip, and when you looked up he met your eyes with a hardened icy stare.

You quickly climbed up his body, placing an apologetic and somewhat frantic kiss on his jaw, eager to get him inside of you.

And eager for him to not look at you like he was ready to show you the violent side of his mafia reputation.

"Want you to cum inside," you muttered, bracing your hands over his broad chest and positioning your entrance over him. "I can't get pregnant."

He almost growled under his breath as he reached down to fist his cock, the other hand moving from your hair to hold your jaw in an unrelenting grip- forcing you to look and watch as he placed his tip inside of you.

You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut- ready for him.

"Open your eyes."

And your eyes were wide open.

You didn't want to mess with him when he sounded like that, mad and horny and angry that you edged him. But god was it fucking hot.

He bucked his hips up, grabbing hold on your waist and shoving you down all in one- bottoming straight out in your pussy.

You were convinced he might've hit your cervix.

"Minho! Wait, s-slow down!"

The mans nails dug deep into your sides, branding you like you were his property and making you hiss out. He set an unrelenting pace and relished in the sounds of your screams.

"You need to fucking tell me who you work for."

How could you even concentrate on that when he was hitting every spot and more inside of you?

Thinking about work?

You could barely think about anything other than his thick cock splitting you in half.

He slapped your ass hard, ripping a squeal from your throat.

When you still didn't answer he started a torturous rite of striking the same spot with his large, unforgiving hand after every thrust of his hips. How he was religiously getting the same spot escaped you- all you could think about was how it hurt.

It hurt so good.

Tears began to spill from your eyes and you couldn't even consider wiping them away before they dripped onto his skin.

Minho scoffed. "You know how to make it stop."

The hand pinning your body to his snaked down to toy with your clit- leaving you to bounce on your own but you didn't dare disrupt his rythym. It was so fucking good.

It was all so fucking good, the pain mixing into pleasure, the pleasure so white hot it could've been mistaken for pain.

"M-Min.. cum.. need to cum!"

"Tell me, and I'll let you."

You shook your head vigorously, falling forwards to splay your hands over his broad chest. Your hair blurred your view of him, and his fingers rubbing over your clit faster than any human should possibly be able to blurred everything.

Fuck, fuck.

Your nails dug into his skin and your teeth crushed your bottom lip as you felt the familiar feeling of your limbs starting to tense up.

"Please, please, p-please," you started to mutter like a mantra, begging him to let you off this once.

He didn't, of course, and when both of his hands cruelly held you stationary in the air to let your bubbling orgasm drift away you struggled against his grip, but you were obviously no match for his strength.

You choked out a sob, the only advantage of the situation being the fog in your mind clearing because of your ruined climax.

This was getting too close. He was getting too close.

Suddenly he pushed up, holding you against him with one hand as he carried you over to the floor in front of the mirror.

"Lean down" he barked, "on your knees."

And so you did, looking through at how small you looked against him right now. The mafioso folded over you, pressing your shoulders down further to the floor so that your ass reached further in the air, you instinctively went to lay your head on the floor but he gently tugged your hair up.

"Make sure you're watching" he smirked. "I want you to see how good I could make you feel if you told me."

Satisfied that your head wasn't going to drop as soon as he let go, Minho snaked his arms around your torso. He pinched your nipples, twisting and tugging as he slowly pushed his cock inside of you.

He seemed hell bent on drawing this one out. You assumed he was a hard and fast type of guy by how erratically he was driving his hips into you earlier- even being underneath it was quite impressive how he took over your body. But currently, he only smiled into your neck, gently biting down on my skin as he took it nice and slow with his thrusts, pausing every time he bottomed out to draw out whines and moans by playing with the hard nubs on either side of your chest.

You rocked your hips on his dick, urging him to just keep fucking going instead of teasing you like this. Having already came and being so close, he knew that it wouldn't take much to get you there again, and now he was just playing with you- finding it amusing how he's keeping you on edge as he gets off so fucking slowly.

"Stop it Minho," you commanded, but he only chuckled- thrusting up quickly to make you moan but only once, taking a nipple in his fingers and twisting to work mewls out of your throat as he repeated the motion with both hands. "Please."

"Why should I?"

"I'm so c-close! Fuck, stop playing with m-!"

Minho slipped his fingers in your mouth, telling you to suck and he'd start moving again. So you did, you sucked on his fingers like it was the only thing you were made for- groaning into them as he progressively started sliding in and out again tantalisingly slowly. But it was over as soon as it started, your string of cusswords directed towards him only made him smile teasingly as he kept lapping at the skin on your neck.

Taking out his fingers, he thanked you, gliding the saliva over your sensitive chest, curling them around your nipples again as he rolled them between his fingers. Oh god did it feel amazing, he sure was good at this, too bad he's such a fucking tease.

"I bet I can make you cum just by doing this, I wouldn't even have to move."

"Oh shit, Minho, please.."

Even the suggestion made you want to beg him for something.

Everytime you tried to roll your hips or lean back into him, just to get any sort of friction- the brunette thrust forward with so much vigour that it knocked the energy out of you each time.

Forcing you to hold your quivering body still as he fucked you at his own pace.

"So.." he started, "are you gonna tell me who you work for?"

He loved watching how desperate you were for him to move, how desperate you were for just another inch of his cock- it fueled his ego to no extent. He locked eyes with you in the mirror, smirking as he worked you under his long fingers, his own orgasm building up from being inside you as you clenched around him.

The way your mouth hung open, scared to respond because your mind was too hazy, you didn't want to reveal anything else- it drove him crazy.

"I can do this forever." He smiled.

"Don't Minho, please, I-"

"Can't take it?"

"It's too much- ah."

"Is it now?" He hummed, faking an understanding look. "Come on, I know you want that pussy destroyed baby, I can do that if you just tell me."

Your face lit up in a reddish colour and you ducked your head to take his eyes off of your face but he only chuckled, tugging your head back up by the hair.

"Tell me who you work for," he said, malice dropping from every word.

"I- I can't!"

"Fine," he said, tauntingly pulling himself out until only the tip remained inside of you. "Last chance?"

Oh how you wanted to fucking go down on that dick right now, cream all over it until he painted your insides white.

"I can't fucking tell you anything."

He tutted disappointedly, holding his length in his hands and starting to run his hand along it. You whined at the absence of him, you'd prefer to be a god damn cockwarmer than having to watch him get himself off and just stay here with this stupid ache.

"Min-"

He interupted with a brute smack across your ass in the same position as before- one that you're sure will have turnt a very angry red mark into a hand shaped bruise by the morning. "Ah ah, no moving, you had your chance"

Oh shit, that was hot-

"I'm gonna cum all over your back and if you haven't told me by then.. I'll leave you like this"

Your lips were tightly sewn shut, but the longer it went the more you started to believe him. Would he seriously leave you? After getting you all worked up like this?

But oh fuck if he looked good doing anything it was this. Somehow the sight of it was.. it was really sexy. His flushed cheeks and parted lips, the knowing eye contact as he watched you watch him through the mirror. That way his eyes ran across your body- it didn't take long until his strokes became uneven- his chest flying up and down with each breath.

"Fuck! Fuck!" You whined, just as he came, spouting his orgasm all over your back and ass. "Rosario!"

He crouched, running his finger along where you were silently pleading for attention, and then placing it on his lips as he sucked it.

"Did you get wetter after watching me jerk off? You're so unbelievable, so naughty."

"Can't you just fucking stick your cock in me now," you moaned, trying to come off commanding- but probably failing. "I did what you wanted."

"Mmm, it was a little too close for my liking, I should really make you beg for it.."

He ran his tip through your folds, still wet with his cum- making you sigh with relief at even that amount of stimulation. You were past the point of caring now, you just wanted him to fuck you until you cried and if you had to beg him so be it.

"Please let me have your cock Minho I- I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I'm sorry! I just need you inside of me, I want you to fuck me properly, fuck me into the floor, fuck me until I can't walk! Shit, please M-Min-ah!"

He pushed slowly inside of you, both hands on your hips as he went until his were touching yours. "Did I say stop?"

"S-sorry, fuck you feel so good in me.. f-fuck, fuck rougher! Pull my hair, please would you go faster Minho!"

He chuckled, entertaining your requests and making you scream in pleasure as he finally rammed himself into you so hard that you could barely hear any moans over the clashing of your hips together.

He grabbed fistfuls of your hair, calling you all types of pretty names in praise as the other hand squeezed your ass so hard you thought it was going to bruise. "Give me your wrists," he ordered, noticing you kept slipping due to lack of anything to grip.

As soon as you folded them behind you he had both arms in his hold, so easily wrapping his hands around yours. He tugged, hard. So hard in fact that you were forced off of the floor, the mirror revealing your bouncing chest- much to the man's delight.

He bottomed out inside of you with each thrust, hitting every spot with so much force that you knew your orgasm was about to be amazing.

"Oh, f-fuck.. Minho, fuck!" you breathed, "I'm about to-"

"Yeah?" He smirked breathlessly, "sh-shit, me too."

Finally that knot inside of you broke, undoing quicker than before, making you scream his name in pleasure, tears running down your cheeks as your thighs quivered. This night immediately took the title of the best fucking sex you've ever had, and if it wasn't for him hauling you up by the wrists you probably would have collapsed.

The sight made Minho follow soon after, filling you to the brim with his cum as he groaned and hung his head over. The thrusts becoming slower and slower until he pulled out, flopping down next to you.

You reached over to slap his chest, mumbling fuck you's and saying there was no need to be so mean. He caught your hand, kissing your knuckles with a small laugh, tugging you into his arms and almost cradling you.

"You okay?" He asked, his thumbs gently caressing your skin while he stood up, slowly shuffling to the bed and sitting you on the edge.

You figured since this was a glorified hotel room and he was literally filthy rich he'd have no problem not actually staying in the room he'd bought for the night. "Are you going now?"

"Why would I leave?"

Instead, he checked what he could see of your body without having to move you too much, soft touches to any marks that he'd left, little hums of sympathy when he brushed over all the bruises on your thighs.

"You got what you wanted didn't you," you mumbled, droopy eyes as he lifted the duvet out from underneath you.

"I did, but I think I might keep you," he whispered into your hair, the shock of him placing a tender kiss on your head making you raise your head to look at him.

"You'll work for us."

He couldn't be serious.

..Could he?

Minho climbed in besides you, easily pulling your body back into his arms.

"As a double agent?"

The mafioso nodded in return to your question. One of his hands ran soothingly up and down your thigh, the cold sensation of his rings making you shiver.

You leant back down onto his chest, the rise and fall of the warm body below you offering you a small sense of comfort amidst the situation that you'd just gotten yourself in.

"I'll be the only one that knows, so it's safer for you."

You nodded absentmindedly.

You couldn't say no. He was second in command of the most dangerous Korean organised crime network, you couldn't say no to him.

Besides, he should've already killed you for your confessions.

You should be thanking the stars that he wanted to keep you, make you work for him.

"You report everything to me, every single detail."

You nodded.

"You're mine now." He spoke gruffly in your ear, the actual realisation that he was a very, very dangerous man making your mouth dry up. "I own you."

He must've felt your heart quicken in your chest because he bumped your head back up with his shoulder, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

His contradictory actions were giving you whiplash.

"You're not too bad Minho," you mumbled.

"It's still Mr Lee, unless we're alone."

You nodded, watching his smile break into a grin that he pressed into your cheek with a kiss.

He was glad that he found himself a pet who could follow orders.

You yawned and got comfortable on his chest, the way he played with your hair soothing your distress.

You'd just gone and fallen for it hadn't you.

You can’t hurt an overthinker, they already seen it coming you’re just proving them right