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Everyone knows they have a soulmate from birth. Nobody is given a sign or hint about who their soulmate is, when they will show up, what they will be like, did I mention that they appear randomly? It’s not even an introduction, they just.. appear in your house! Pretty creepy, right?

This whole soulmate thing is universal. Scientists have been trying to find out what causes soulmates to appear. Is it based on the menstrual cycle? What if it’s based off spiritual beliefs? Who knows! All that we know is that soulmates appear randomly, and are supposed to be your other half, or whatever.

You, on the other hand, are waiting painfully for your soulmate to “appear,” maybe he could make all the troubles go away, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic, so watching compilations of soulmates “appearing” behind their beloveds while alone in your bedroom wrapped in blankets helped with your delusion that maybe you could have a cute moment like that, too. Even daydreams of your soulmate holding you as you slept helped you relax and find comfort on the hard mattress you called your bed every night.

You never imagined what your soulmate would look like, you didn’t want to set up unnatural expectations, and you wanted a little surprise! Though it was a low chance that your soulmate would look exactly how you expected, but still! You also hoped that he would have.. at least an average cock- come on! A girl has needs!!

It was the evening when you got home from work this sunny Friday. The sweltering heat making your seat buckle unbearable and almost suffocating as you rushed home, the AC wouldn’t help, your hair was down and it was like a furnace, making the back of your neck sweat like crazy. You almost fell asleep a couple times as you waited for the red lights to turn green. The honking of angry drivers behind you shook you back to reality. Your palms were sweaty as you held onto the steering wheel tightly, as if it were a lifeline, the only thing grounding you to reality.

Your schedule is stretched thin, all taken up by your stupid workplace, your routine consisted of waking up, brushing your teeth, doing your shift, going home, dinner, falling asleep. Sometimes you fell asleep in your work clothes, other times you would skip dinner to take a shower, you’ve been neglecting your health badly for the extra paychecks.

Thankfully today was your last day of painful shifts that make your legs hurt and pride hurt even more. Retail wasn’t the best way of making money, and the customers definitely didn’t help, it took everything in you not to spit back insults at those horrid people, but you bit your tongue and told yourself your job would be on the line.

You got home around 7:22 pm, the sun was still up in the sky but it felt like your day was already over. You managed to find motivation to do something before bed, to help yourself relax and start the next morning off on a good note. You had the weekend for yourself, might as well make the best of it.

You started by setting something up for dinner. You forgot to stop at the grocery store so you couldn’t make much, you mentally cursed yourself at the realization. You settled for something simple, easy on the stomach, you might need something light after only eating instant ramen and microwaveable meals the past week.

You got the ingredients ready, pots set up, and you stopped in front of the sink to wash your hands, it seemed your mind was on other things as the soap lathered and washed away the work of the day. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice a man next to you, watching your every move, it wasn’t until he reached out to touch your hand that you snapped back to reality.

“The fuck- AH!!” You yelped when you saw a hand reach out from seemingly nowhere, you stepped back abruptly, away from the man, and snapped your head in the direction of where the hand came from, to find an unassuming, very handsome, young man.

Your fear quickly turned to shock when it clicked, that wasn’t just a random man that broke in, it’s your soulmate! He looked at you with slightly widened eyes, his surprise didn’t meet his lips, his hand still hovering in the air from when he tried to touch your hand, but still, as if he’s waiting for your permission to touch him.

He has a quiet aura to him. His expressions are muted, barely there, but you can tell exactly what he’s feeling as if you two are connected—most likely from your soulmate link. His eyebrows, thick and dark, were the first place your eyes went to, it contracted with his pale skin, accentuating how his color palette was so elegant and attractive. His jawline was sharper than a knife, cleanly shaven. His lips are plump, slightly parted, they look divine, you’re too stunned to realize you’re leaning in slightly, your body already wanting a taste before your mind can catch up. His eyes are a gentle but deep brown, it makes you wonder how beautiful his eyes would look in the sunlight, or how innocent he would look with a shimmer in his eyes. His skin looks smooth and spotless, except for a few moles, one on his cheekbone, another one on the side of his nose, and one last mole near the corner of his mouth. His hair is dyed blonde, which looked absolutely stunning on him, it gave him another layer of innocence that you wanted to take away so desperately.

“You alright now?” Your soulmate says, his honeyed, deep voice filling the air, breaking the silence, breaking you out of your trance. “Oh- I’m good.” You lie, your voice escaping you in short breaths. You blink your surprise away, straightening yourself now that you’re practically melting under his gaze.

It’s not until you brush your hair out of your face that you realize how messy you look, still in your work clothes, hair greasy, sweaty from the car ride home, you most likely have eye bags from the quality of sleep your getting, and you probably broke out, you were too busy the past week to pay attention to something as tedious as skincare. Shame and embarrassment fills you and you squeak, immediately darting past him, not wanting to make a bad first impression, you sprint down the hallway to the bathroom.

“Wait- I want to know your name!” You hear your soulmate shout as you run past, you shout back an excuse. “Gotta shower! Later!” You stop in your tracks, the bathroom door almost closed when you hear his voice approaching the bathroom. “Can I help?” Your heart skips a beat at the thought. He doesn’t even know your name but he wants to help you shower?

The image burns itself into your mind. You, naked, relaxing under the water as his elegant, smooth hands run over your body—his voice snaps you out of your daydreams. “I’ll behave myself, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want, Princess.” The pet name nearly makes your knees buckle. You never knew you had a thing for pet names, or was it the fact that he was your soulmate? Whatever, that was all it takes before you start to crack the door open more, and find your handsome, well groomed soulmate standing in front of the door, looking hopeful, almost eager to help.

“Come in.” You say after a moment, your mind running with dirty thoughts that would make a prostitute blush. He steps in once the gap is big enough for him to fit in, and you catch him glancing at your body, curiously, reverently, as if he’s undressing you with his eyes. “Thank you.” He says with a small, soft smirk.

“Oh- should I-“ you cut yourself off as your eyes widen, realizing that you might need to take your clothes off to let him help you shower. Your soulmate, wanting to watch you strip down, hesitates before turning around to give you privacy, as if he isn’t about to see you, touch you, in a few moments. You unbutton the work shirt you’re wearing, shimmying out of the uncomfortable pants you also have to wear. You unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground, your panties discarded quickly after. He seems to know when you’re done, and turns around, not giving you a moment to say you’re done.

The moment he sees your body, it’s like the wind is knocked out of him. His calm, put together demeanor cracks when his eyes catch on your pert nipples, already hardening from the cool air, his gaze drifts down, drinking in the sight of your bare skin, gentle curves, his breath quickening with each moment, his eyes widening slightly like earlier, his hands twitch at his sides, as if holding back the urge to reach out and touch your soft, supple skin. You notice his wandering gaze and your cheeks warm up, you turn towards the shower and step in it, not giving him any more time to ogle your body.

“I’m behaving- I promise Princess.” He calls out with that teasing nickname that makes your thighs press together, ashamed that he got caught checking you out already, he tries to make it up to you. You don’t respond, still trying to process the fact that he’s seeing you, really seeing you, you step into the shower and turn the knob, the warm water beginning to spray out the shower head. Your soulmate takes the hint and follows you, stopping beside the shower, you hesitate before you turn to him, your heart skipping a beat when you see the look in his eyes, concealed lust, masked with an equally as real look of admiration. As if he wants to care for you and fuck you dumb at the same time.

“Can I?” He gestures to the loofa hung up in the shower, presumably asking to wash you, watching as the water starts to sprinkle from the shower head, cascading down your soft body, the same body he wants to worship and make love to. You turn to him, reading his expression before you nod. You would love for him to wash you. You’ve been waiting years to finally have your soulmate, and he’s here! You want to do anything and everything with him, helping you shower is the least of it, not even scratching the surface of your daydreams.

He immediately reaches for the loofa, squeezing some coconut scented body wash onto the loofa before lathering it, giving your body a once over before he looks up at you, slowly lowering the sudsy loofa onto your shoulder, your eyes drift to his face, his handsome, reverent expression, dark eyes locked on your body as the loofa drags across your skin, washing your arms and shoulders. His eyes have a fire to them, burning in your skin, as if he’s holding back the urge to do something.

Once he’s done with your arms and shoulders, his other hand finds your waist as he washes behind your ears, in your ears, your neck, the neck he desperately wants to mark, your collarbone, he hesitates before the loofa dips between the valley of your breasts, his other hand dragging up along your side to gently cup your breast, your breath catches in response, and his eyes flick to yours, as if checking if your okay, before the loofa begins or trace the curve of your breast. His movements aren’t sexual or romantic, just caring, like he’s nurturing somebody, not pleasuring them.

The loofa explores your chest, your abdomen, it travels to the small of your back, up your spine, and through it all, your soulmate looks determined, reverent, as he washes your body head to toe. He doesn’t seem to react as he moves down to your thighs, gently maneuvering your limbs so he can reach your inner thighs, not paying attention to the heat between your legs, before he moves down to your calfs, his free hand holding your hip.

For the first time since he started, he says something. His voice is softer, as if the words slipped out before he could stop them. “You look like a goddess..” His hand pauses on your other calf, glancing up at you with a hint of embarrassment at his words he couldn’t stop in time. You respond with a blank stare, your body reaching to the sight of him on his knees, performing such an intimate act before you, and that compliment? Your knees are weak. He doesn’t dwell on it, tilting his head back down as he finishes washing your lower half. After a while of watching his elegant hands travel your body, he stands back up. Meeting your eyes again.

“Do you feel better?” His voice is soft like last time, but his words are more intentional, meant for you. You step under the water, rinsing the body wash off as you nod. “Better than usual.” You admit with a smile, even if you daydreamed about many things with him, you wouldn’t, you cant act on them. It’s as if your body wants to keep the moment intimate, sensual but not sexual. Your not even sure if your prepared yet.

“Good. Let me wash your hair.” He says with a small smirk. You close your eyes and turn around, tilting your head up as he grabs the shampoo and squeezes some in his hand, he starts to work the shampoo into your scalp, the sound of the shower running and his hands massaging your scalp fill the air, and you let out a soft, almost inaudible moan as he moves his hands against your hairline in such a way that seems practiced, as if he’s done this before. He doesn’t seem to react immediately, feeling a warmth deep in his lower belly before he shuffles behind you, letting out a heavy breath before he continues to wash your hair.

“You should really tell me your name.” He whispers, as if the words are meant for you, only you. You come back to reality, forgetting that you don’t know his either. “Only if you tell me yours.” You respond, staring up at the ceiling as you feel his elegant fingers thread through your hair, expertly washing your hair. You hear your soulmate lean in slightly before he speaks in your ear, his voice deep, low, intimate. “I’m Sunghoon. Now what’s your name, pretty girl?” He quirks his head, a teasing smile on Sunghoon’s lips. The tone of his voice makes your fingers twitch and your whole body shudder, you close your eyes before you answer. “Y/N.” You hear him exhale and lean back, gently guiding your head under the water to rinse the shampoo.

“Pretty name for a pretty princess~” Sunghoon lets out an airy chuckle before shuffling again. You don’t seem to register his chuckle, or the way he seems to have a brick in his pants. This week has been long and a shower is exactly what you need. Your soulmate is just a bonus. Once he’s done with your hair, he moves to turn off the shower, stealing a glance at the curve of your ass before stepping back, unable to take his eyes off you as he fetches a clean towel from under the sink, and unfolds it, reverently wrapping it around you, like your a fragile thing. He grunts as he manages to pick you up, his biceps flexing at the effort. You gasp at the sudden change and wrap your arms around his neck, your damp hair clinging to your skin.

He gives you a cocky smile as he carries you down the hallway and into your bedroom, you shiver along the way, not giving you any chance to react before he sets you down on his bed. “Dry yourself before I find some PJ’s, don’t want you to be cold, Y/N.” Sunghoon says gently, keeping his eyes locked on yours before he leans in and presses his soft, plump lips to your forehead, lingering on your skin before he pulls back and stands up, the kiss is a gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, a gesture that makes you stop and replay the moment over and over again. He turns around with an effortless grace, like it’s natural for him. He approaches your slightly ajar closet and begins to rummage through it.

As he gets to the closet, you can’t help but notice the ripple of his muscles as he sifts through the choices in your closet, and you thank the universe greatly for their choice in a soulmate. He’s absolutely perfect, he respects boundaries, he’s caring, he’s handsome, he’s the whole package!! and I bet he’s packing too.. You shake the unholy thoughts away and abruptly stand up, patting yourself dry, hurriedly towel drying your hair. In no time Sunghoon turns around with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on your skin before approaches you and sets an outfit on the bed.

It’s an oversized shirt, short shorts, and a matching pair of undergarments. Of course he would choose the most casual but enticing option. You don’t seem to care as you let the towel fall to the ground, Sunghoon turning around to give you more privacy before you slip on the panties, clasp the bra behind you, stepping into the shorts and pulling them up, and finally putting on the shirt. The short shorts aren’t visible as the oversized shirt swallows you whole, which is exactly what Sunghoon wanted when he picked out the outfit. He thought that maybe no shorts was a bit daring, so he compromised.

Like always, he knew when you were done, and turned around, his deep eyes roaming your body appreciatively before he steps forward. His toned arm slips around your waist and pulls you into his chest, your breath catches, but feeling his lips on the top of his head makes you relax, you huff against his chest before you wrap your arms around him, your arms are barely able to fully grasp him before he runs his fingers along your spine, through the oversized shirt, making your skin tingle and your body shudder from the intimate, light touches.

You feel Sunghoon’s lips smirk against your scalp, before he grips your waist tightly, lifting you with ease, your hands grab at his flexing biceps for stability as your startled again from his sudden actions, you quickly relax when he lays you down on the bed. Slipping beside you, his arms find their way around your waist again, pulling you against him yet again, his face nuzzling in your freshly washed hair. “Mm.. so pretty.” Sunghoon mumbles against your scalp, his voice intimate, smooth, his words meant for you, only you, his soulmate. “So lucky I’m your soulmate.”

Barely any time passes before you fall asleep in your soulmates arms, just as you fantasized before. Being wrapped in your soulmates warmth, his breath light against the back of your neck, his hard body pressed against your gentle curves, it’s like a dream come true. All your rough work days and sore feet are forgotten as you bask in Sunghoon’s embrace.

— — —

The steam curled up around him, softening the hard lines of his frame. Megatron leaned back in the deep tub, one arm resting on the porcelain edge, the other curled around a lowball glass of high grade whiskey. The amber liquid caught the low light, matching the burn in his ribs.

He grunted as Starscream perched elegantly on the edge of the tub, one long leg already dipped into the water, her robe slipping just enough to tease.

She sighed—loudly, theatrically.

He grunted again, eyeing her with a single raised brow.

“Oh, just thinking,” she said airily, examining her nails like she wasn’t melting inside. “You’re so handsome. Just like the day we met. You saving me after I hacked that ATM…”

Another sigh, even more dramatic. “Gods, I looked terrible. Hair fried, lipstick smeared, static in my voice.”

Megatron took a sip, hiding his smirk. “You looked like trouble.”

“And you,” she purred, slipping the other leg in, slowly lowering herself into the water beside him, “looked like a very bad idea.”

He didn’t move, but his eyes followed her every inch of the way.

“And yet,” he murmured, “you still got on the back of my bike.”