⚠️ Content Warning:
The following chapter contains mature themes and smut. If you are a minor or uncomfortable with intimate scenes, please skip this part.
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Y/N walked out of the bathroom, freshly showered and wrapped in the comfort of her night suit. Her damp hair gently clung to her neck as she padded barefoot toward the kitchen.
The scent of fried sausage already lingered in the air. She smiled softly—he did finish some of it. The boiled eggs were done, too. She turned the stove back on, pouring the noodles into the bubbling water, stirring them gently.
Just then…
A familiar scent wrapped around her—clean, fresh, and unmistakably him.
She felt his presence before she heard anything.
Rabin pressed in from behind, his bare biceps encircling her waist with a casual intimacy that made her breath catch. His damp hair brushed against her cheek, and the coolness of his post-shower skin made hers shiver despite the kitchen heat.
"Wh-what are you doing…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes locked on the pot. "I'm preparing noodles…"
Rabin, his voice low and lazy, whispered near her ear, "Exactly why I'm hugging you now. You look… delicious when you're cooking."
Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks. "You're going to make me spill this broth on both of us."
He didn't budge, only tightened his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Let it spill. Then I'll lick it off."
Y/N gasped and elbowed him lightly. "Rabin Angeles!!"
He chuckled in her ear, that deep husky laugh that melted all of her composure.
"Noodles can wait," he whispered. "But you… I missed you the whole day."
She stirred the pot faster. "Just go get bowls."
He smirked, finally letting go—only to kiss the back of her neck before walking to the cupboard like nothing just happened.
And she stood there, clutching the ladle, whispering to herself, This man will ruin me. Totally.
The soft hum of the city outside faded into the background as the two of them sat cross-legged on the floor, their dinner bowls steaming between them on the low table. The soft clink of utensils, the light fizz of freshly opened beer cans, and the occasional flicker of candlelight dancing off the glass bottles created a warm, intimate cocoon.
Rabin raised his beer, eyes locked onto hers.
"Hello to our world," he said, his voice gentle, steady.
"To a world that's ours—messy, unpredictable, but unforgettable," he added with a slight smirk.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes softer now. "Thank you for accepting this devil boss of yours," he said with a teasing smile, "who somehow—somehow—managed to become your boyfriend."
Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushed but glowing. She picked up her own can, raising it toward his.
"To your world that I somehow crashed into," she replied. "And now I don't think I can ever walk out."
Clink.
Their beers touched gently, the sound light and crisp, like the spark that had always lived between them.
He took a sip and said under his breath, just enough for her to hear,
"Let's make memories that no one else can write… but us."
They both smiled—genuine, unguarded.
And for that night, surrounded by nothing but leftover food, open hearts, and the kind of comfort that only grows between two souls who stopped pretending—they existed only in their little world.
The wind was gentle, brushing through the trees like a lullaby. The city lights twinkled in the distance, far enough to feel like another world, but close enough to whisper reminders of the lives they paused for just a night.
They sat close on the balcony floor, their backs leaned against the railing. A thick blanket wrapped around both of them, shielding them from the evening chill.
Y/N rested between his legs, her head leaning slightly against Rabin's chest. One of his arms cradled her shoulder while the other loosely held the last beer bottle they now shared, passing it back and forth in quiet sips. His chin gently rested atop her head, the soft brush of his breath tickling her hair.
Neither of them spoke much. There was no need to. Silence didn't mean awkwardness anymore. It meant peace.
She shifted slightly, her fingers brushing over his hand that clutched the bottle, steady and warm.
"Do you ever think we'd get here?" she asked softly.
Rabin gave a quiet hum, kissing the crown of her head.
"Honestly? No. I thought you hated me"
Y/N chuckled, nudging him. "I hate you tho."
"But you kissed me anyway," he teased, grinning into her hair.
"Shut up and drink," she muttered, reaching for the bottle.
He gave it to her, letting their fingers linger for a second longer than necessary.
They sat like that a little longer—shared body heat, tangled hearts, and a nearly empty beer bottle beside them.
"Y/N," Rabin said softly, suddenly serious.
She hummed in reply.
"I think… I've never felt like this before. It's scary."
She paused.
"Me too."she whispered.
He kissed her shoulder gently—soft, intentional. Just enough to stir the nerves under her skin, enough to make her heart skip that predictable beat again. The warmth of his lips melted through the cold breeze, leaving behind chills that had nothing to do with the night air.
"Babe…" his voice low, almost like a sigh. "I think I'm changing… because of you."
Y/N didn't move, just listened, eyes half-lidded from warmth and wine.
"Hmm?" she responded, acting unaware, even though she already felt it. She saw it in the small ways—in his mornings, his habits, the way he started to make space for someone else in his tightly guarded life.
He tightened his arm around her gently, his chin now resting on her shoulder.
"I used to be picky about everything… what I eat, what I wear, what time I wake up, what people say…"
His voice paused, lingering in the moment.
"But now… everything feels like none of that matters. None of it. Only you… except you. You're the only one I care to bother about."
Y/N turned her head slightly, her eyes finding his even in the dim light.
"That's dangerous," she said in a hush.
She turned toward him, her blanket slipping slightly from her shoulder, but she didn't care. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when the entire world had narrowed down to a single heartbeat—hers, echoing inside his arms.
Locking her hands around his neck, she whispered, "Dangerous… but I fall for that."
And he stared—deeply, intentionally. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips, as if tracing every emotion she held there. His brushed her lips with his lips..
"Babe…" he murmured against her mouth, "I'm not drunk."
Then he kissed her. Not rushed. Not clumsy. But slow, passionate, and devastatingly certain. His hand rested on her jaw like she was fragile. Like he'd been waiting all this time to be sure she was his.
She kissed him back with the same fire, lips soft but sure.
"I know," she whispered in between the kisses, barely audible, but loud enough for him to catch.
Their breaths mingled. The kiss deepened—like an oath, like a surrender.
Rabin lifted her effortlessly in a bridal style, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
"Rabin—why are you taking me to your room?" she asked, half-whispering, half-gasping.
He smirked, that signature devilish curve to his lips. "Because that's where you belong," he said, kicking the door closed behind him with a soft thud.
He laid her gently on the bed, as if she were something too precious to rush. The sheets beneath her felt cool—but the heat in his eyes said otherwise. He hovered above, eyes roaming every inch of her face like he was memorizing it.
His voice dropped into a low, husky murmur. "Can't get enough of you… You turn me on, babe."
His fingers brushed her cheek, his thumb tracing the corner of her lips, and she shivered—not from cold, but from every unspoken word between them. The electricity, the tension, the months of shared looks and missed moments—it all collided in that quiet room, where the only sound was their breath and the storm building between them.
He leaned down, kissing her—not in a rush, not in haste, but with an intimacy that came from knowing. Knowing her. Wanting her. Choosing her.
His lips traced a path down her neck, slow and teasing—like butterfly kisses brushing her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"You smell damn good, babe…" he whispered against her collarbone, voice low and rough, like it was dragged from somewhere deep inside him.
Her fingers tangled into his damp hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp. Her breath caught, her heartbeat rising with every inch he claimed—not forcefully, but as if asking for silent permission with every touch.
He paused for a second, just to look at her.
"You make me lose my mind," he said, eyes soft now, voice warmer. "Not just like this… but every single time you roll your eyes at me, every time you say my name like you're annoyed but still stay."
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Just her hand rising to cup his jaw.
But finally she speaks up ..
What if I don't care about you and go for another guy..? She tease him
"Don't think of other man .. its call cheating you know that" as he sat in between her legs and pulling down her pyjamas tugging her underwear off her.
"What are you doing!!" Her face became 50 shades of red
"You ask that question in this situation because you think of other man sleeping with you.. right? That's also infront of me??" He said
"I was just teas-...Rab!" He suddenly cupped her naked butt and dipped down, sliding his tongue on his slit, making her suck in her stomach as a wave of sensation hit her.
"Erase any thoughts of sleeping with other men. It won't fucking happen." He continues
She gasped when he sucked her clit and darted his tongue on her damp hole, teasing her...making her tip her head back with the pleasure he was giving her.
"You can only look at me y/n.."
he drawled sexily and withdrew his tongue without breaking his gaze off her, which made the girl whimper as juices flowed out of her hole.
"Rab .. i .. was- just kid-ding " she moans..
He pressed his lips together, his serious gaze directed at the girl as he suddenly surged his hip so hard and buried himself deep inside her, making the girl gasp.
"Uhh.. its my first.. " she can't anymore.. its painful.. her tear escape..
"Call my name babe.." he hovers above her and kiss the corner of her eyes..
"Rab.. uhh.. " she moans.. her nails dug at his back hugging him tightly..
"Im going slow babe.." he thrust into her gently ,the juice was making it easier to pull in and out of her hole…
He reach out the peak of her curve inside her fabric.. playing with one of his hand
" you are soft.." and his lips search for the other peaks just to lick her hardened nipple playing with his tongue..
He pull out his big member.. and his hand reaches down just to find her wet scene down there..
His finger plays her clit in circle motion as she moans .. the sound of the juice makes him more turns on.. the light was dim but they can see the shadow of each other..
"Shit" he sat between her legs again.. pulling her up .. she sits up holding his shoulder..
"what now? " She whispers..
He didn't answer but take one of her hand and let her touch his member.. "you make me like this" he said
Her cheek is flushing in the dim light..
"Babe.. play with me" he said
" wtf.. i don't know how to handle this" she replies
"Than learn" his hand wrapped above her hand and teach her how to handjob ..
He moans.. "fuck" he close his eyes and hug her ..
He push her down and open her leg wider.. bringing his member near to her pussy , brushing her clit with the tip of his member.. for a while and thrust into her again ..
she arches her back tightens her grips to the sheet.. closing her eyes .. he thrust back and forth .. saying "babe im coming"
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She nestled into his arms, her head resting against his chest, arms wrapped gently around him like a fragile secret.
He looked down, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Babe…" he murmured, his voice low against the crown of her head, "do you wanna know what I whispered to Frost at the studio?"
She didn't open her eyes, only replied sleepily, "What did you tell him?"
"That… he better control his hands before I break them," he said casually, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. "For touching my little girlfriend."
She chuckled softly, eyes still closed.
"Tch. Childish," she mumbled, a smile playing on her lips.
"Childish, but you are mine," he whispered, pulling her closer like he was never letting go.
"Goodnight, babe," he whispered, his voice low and warm—like a lullaby only meant for her.
And just like that, with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in her ear, she drifted into peaceful sleep.