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bratkook · 4 years ago

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right now. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost , right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, smut, idiots to lovers!! word count. 14.8k warnings. two mega fucking idiots<33, miscommunication/dumb assumptions, smut in forms of: fingering, oral sex (f.), orgasm denial, spanking, some spit bc duh, unprotected sex, super sweet & lovey!! also jungkook is a sweetheart pls love him summary. coming to terms with your feelings after getting off to the idea of your close friend is a little harder than you thought, but how long can you take before jungkook decides its time to move on? note. did jlin forget how to write for a few weeks? yes, yes she did....i know this took a long time but life is rough man so forgive me... but anyways lol the final part to the not yet!verse is hereeeee! thank you to @kithtaehyung for reading this over for me ily!! thank you guys for enjoying this mini series, the response was really unexpected but im sososo happy over every comment/ask i’ve gotten for this story. once again, tysm for your love and let me know what you think<3

The evening sun illuminates Jungkook’s apartment, golden hour bouncing off every reflective surface and straight into his eyes the second he walks in, immediately squinting as he makes a beeline to shut the blinds. His head was already throbbing from the hangover that decided to peak around noon, a mean case of nausea putting a damper on his work day. So as much as he loved soaking in some vitamin D today was not the day.

“Are you joking?” he huffs as he brings down the blinds, hand yanking at the flimsy string in an attempt to get it unstuck. “How stup—you’d think with the amount I pay every month in rent the blinds would work!”

Alright, so maybe he was a little grumpy today, choosing to take it out on an inanimate object and blame it purely on the bad decisions made last night—definitely had nothing to do with the residual moping of you going on a date. This could be fixed, easily.

The first order of business? Texting you to see if you’d be interested in devouring greasy food from your favorite place down the street. He’d get to see you and finally put something in his stomach, it’s the best of both worlds really.

Jungkook forgets about the blinds, leaving them stuck in the awkward position as he walks away entirely, fishing his phone out of his pocket while he enters his room. It’s the same text he always sends when he’s hangry: If I don’t get food in the next 15 mins I'm burning this place down and taking you with me.

He knows the response he’ll get, either that meme of the child in front of a burning house or an equally hangry paragraph. The phone gets tossed onto his bed as he changes out of his work clothes, needing to dispose of the business casual attire that was suffocating him, his old college hoodie giving him the comfort he needs.

By the time he’s finally slipping on his sneakers he’s expecting you to come knocking on his door, your impatient attitude always putting a smile on his face. Half of the time your neighbors thought you were having arguments from the way you’d pound onto the slab of wood, saying his name with just enough annoyance laced into each syllable it would fool anyone into thinking you were actually upset instead of being a brat. But when that never comes, he reaches for his phone again.

A few notifications fill up his screen, some instagram direct message previews, his group chat that he never responded to, and a few emails coming through, but you had yet to respond. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Jungkook knows you’re home because he passed by your parked car on his way in. So his mind jumps to two extremes: you were either face down, drowning in your bathtub, or that yellow shades wearing wannabe version of himself was at your place.

Not an ounce of shame sits within him as he speedwalks to the side his bed was on, placing both palms onto the wall before his ear was pressed against the cold drywall. Jungkook’s not really sure what would make him feel good, hearing you and Jung Hoseok together, or hearing nothing at all. His ears strain to hear anything, but the only sound he gets is his own blood pumping.

With a small pout he pulls back, deciding he’d play the annoying neighbor role today and pound on your door instead. It’s a role he doesn’t take lightly, knuckles banging on the wood loud enough for you to hear wherever you were in your apartment. It takes a few minutes before any sign of life is shown, your door creaking open, and Jungkook is thankful because he was about to head to the maintenance office to ask for a key in case you actually were drowning in your bathtub.

“C’mon, let’s get food,” he declares instantly, a charming smile on his face as he stands with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. The smile slowly falls off when he gets a good look at you, hair looking like a mess on your head and your fluffy blanket draped around you as you give out a weak cough. “Are you sick?”

“I think so,” you rasp out, leaning against your door frame and tugging the blanket tighter around you.

“Did that fucker give you mono?” Jungkook looks irritated, brows pinched together in a grimace—something you’re definitely not accustomed to seeing so you almost don’t catch his accusation.

“Jungkook, no! It’s nothing serious.”

He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he shrugs anyways, positive you weren’t interested in getting interrogated when you were feeling under the weather. “Alright, let me know if you need me to drive you to the doctor if it becomes something serious.”

With a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you wave him off, slowly shutting the door behind you. Your eye immediately peeks through your peephole, not relaxing until he makes his way down the hall and enters the elevator, still on his quest for greasy food.

“God, how old are you?” you grumble to yourself, yanking the blanket off your body and onto the floor with a huff. Pretending to be sick to avoid your friend was a new low, especially after the post-orgasm epiphany you had last night. A sane person would come to terms with their feelings and confess to them, uncertainty and possible rejection be damned! But you? No, you have to fake a cold like the giant coward you are.

The guilt only deepens when a knock comes from your door an hour later, a quick peek through your peephole allowing you to see Jungkook setting two plastic bags on the floor before stepping back and walking to his apartment next door. You don’t come out until you hear his door shut, seeing the logo of your favorite diner down the street. No doubt would your comfort meal be inside the takeaway container.

It takes all you have to not rush over to his place and say you were lying when you see he had also gone ahead and got you cold medication, a few different bottles because he surely didn’t know which was best, along with teas and some cough drops.

You’re a dirty liar. A horrible friend too.

That doesn’t stop you from devouring the meal in the takeout box as you’re hunched over your breakfast bar like a little gremlin. “This is just for today,” you mumble out to yourself as you set the plastic fork down and chug some of the leftover alcohol you had in your fridge. It’s your own version of a pity party, except the food feels heavy in your stomach, knowing the man you were avoiding was the one who bought it—bring on the guilt.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

You’re a dirty liar and horrible friend 2.0. Why this time? Because tomorrow stretched out a few more days than planned. It wasn’t entirely intentional at first, getting stuck at work longer than usual and missing the weekly hangout at your place where you got your remote covered in cheeto dust as you argued over what to watch. But it trickled down onto shorter replies to his texts, or you scrambling out of your apartment and into the elevator so fast in order to not run into him, your mind still trying to list all the pros and cons to this potential relationship before you even had the guts to confess to your feelings.

Jungkook didn’t know thats what was occupying your mind, no he was currently thinking the worst. He notices the change instantly, recognizing it because this was the exact way you had acted while you were with Hajoon, right before you broke the news to him that you needed to keep some distance while you focused on your relationship. So Jungkook automatically assumes that your sudden change in behavior after going on a single date with Jung Hoseok, was because you wanted to make your relationship with this man work.

His assumption stings—a lot actually—and soon enough he stops initiating conversations altogether. He didn’t want to hear you tell him you had to distance yourself again, he’s not sure his heart could handle that a second time, so he decides to get ahead of the curb and take a massive step away from you. It hurts him to know you’re right next door, and just like before, it’s like you’re back to being total strangers.

Safe to say Jungkook was currently going on his own downward spiral.

You could text him like nothing had happened and he’d accept it with open arms, but instead you text your best friend an SOS text, begging her to meet you at your place. She calls you dramatic at first, but once you say it’s about Jungkook she shows up at your place in record time.

“Did you finally fuck him?” Is her greeting of choice, spoken shamelessly from the hallway with no worry about her volume. She cackles when you yank the bottle of wine from her grasp and tug her into your apartment, letting the door slam behind her.

“You’re lucky he’s not home you bitch.” An eye roll is her only response, yanking the bottle back and making her way into your kitchen to grab the opener.

“So you didn’t fuck him?” The cork pops at her question, a curious glance staring you down as she pours the red liquid into an oversized cup.

“No Seulgi, I didn’t fuck him. But I did...something.” It makes your face warm up as you remember it, gratefully grabbing the cup she hands your way because you definitely need some liquid courage before confessing to your sins.

She hums in thought as she raids your pantry for something to munch on, settling on a bag of mini pretzels before leading you to your couch, needing to know the gossip that led to your sos text. “Okay, did you accidentally send him a nude then?”

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad I think?” Sending him an accidental nude would be laughable, probably resolved by a few screaming texts and dumb jokes before moving on. But new feelings seeing the light of day seemed so much worse. “But I sort of kissed him at a club a few weeks ago to get back at Hajoon—long story,” you cut in when you see her ready to fire off questions.

“And then I went on that failed Tinder date I told you about, and when I got home I sort of heard him, you know,”— you mimic a jerking off motion with your hand and ignore her lewd gasp, “and then I…” you trail off shamefully.

“No!” she gasps even louder, hand pressed to her mouth and eyes wide.

“Yes! And the fucking orgasm opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe that tiny crush you guys always joke about him having is real, and maybe I have a tiny crush on him too.”

“Does he know?”

“That I like him?”

“No, that you rubbed one out while listening to him you dirty slut!” Oh she’s loving this, leaning back into your cushions with a handful of pretzels resting on her boobs, a sly smile on her lips as she takes a sip of her wine. She’s the one who planted the seed in your mind, playfully joking about Jungkook any chance she got, saying he had the hots for you because she enjoyed the flustered look on your face. No doubt would she text the group chat with the news the second you finish this cry for help.

“Do you think I told him? I can barely come to terms with the fact that I like him. Like what am I supposed to do?”

She sighs dramatically, munching on the final pretzel on her tits before sitting up and dusting off the crumbs from her shirt. “Look, I know you’re just realizing that he likes you so this is still new and fresh for you, but we’ve noticed it for years. It’s fine that you didn’t see it, you had other things occupying your mind.”

You frown as you stare at the rug beneath your feet, remembering how life was when you first moved into this complex. Getting out of a previous relationship weeks prior, when you had met Jungkook your mind was not interested in pursuing anything with him regardless of how cute you thought he was. It made it easier for you to form a friendship, not worried about trying to impress him, or flirt with him, allowing him to see you for who you truly are.

Jungkook had his fair share of girlfriends during the years, none of which were entirely serious but by the time he was completely single you had met Hajoon, and he had accepted the fact that maybe you were better off as friends and he would just admire you from afar. That is, until you decided to plant one on him. So technically this is your fault.

“Jungkook likes you okay, and I’m sure if you just marched next door and told him you like him too he’ll drop on one knee and marry you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, shoving her shoulder with a smile.

“As a matter of fact, go over there right now!” She stands up from her spot, yanking your arms to haul you up with her.

“I told you, he’s not home. But, I’ll tell him. I have to.”

Seulgi crosses her arms over her chest as she stares at you, clearly displeased that she wouldn’t be witness to this love story unfolding in real time. “You better. You never know what sneaky little bitch is trying to get him to get over you.”

The sneaky little bitch in question is Park Jimin, currently sitting directly across from Jungkook, guzzling down beer like his life depends on it. It's impressive really, how quickly he empties the cup, eyes shut looking as content as could be even in the dim lighting. Jungkook can only watch with a grimace as his friend sets the glass down and wipes at his mouth with no sense of table manners.

“What?” he burps, proceeding to pour more of the golden liquid into his cup from the pitcher in the middle of the table.

“I always forget how absolutely disgusting you are. How do you do it?” Jimin just frowns at the question, not entirely understanding so Jungkook continues. “What switch do you flip to go from sipping champagne to chugging beer like a fucking biker.”

“It’s a talent, I know.” He smiles wide, reaching forward to grip Jungkook’s hand and force him to grab his own cup. Condensation was pooling around the bottom from sitting there untouched, and that just wouldn’t do on Jimin’s watch. “C’mon, drink it!”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbles, raising the glass and allowing Jimin to clank the cups together before taking a big gulp. He doesn’t clear the cup like his friend did seconds prior but it's enough to appease him. It tastes absolutely bitter the whole way down, settling into his stomach uncomfortably, and the look on his face as he pushes the glass away from him is very telling.

Boisterous shouts fill the sports bar they were in, huddles of people surrounding the tables and booths as they watched the current soccer match playing on the televisions lining the walls. Jungkook honestly feels like a debby downer now, moping in his seat instead of enjoying the atmosphere with his friend like they normally did. The current game was definitely not the reason Jungkook had texted Jimin to grab drinks, no he needed an outlet to talk about you—preferably in a space that didn’t have walls as thin as his apartment.

When he barely acknowledges the plate of wings set in front of him Jimin huffs, resisting the urge to dig in because he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“Like what?” Jungkook has the gall to ask, acting as if he wasn’t looking like a wounded animal.

“Like you just discovered your wife of ten years is having an affair with your sister.”

He sits up straighter at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus.“

Jimin knew the jist of what was happening through the texts he had received the past week, but it seems like Jungkook didn’t want to jump into the topic of it at all now that they were sitting across from each other. He just sighs before deciding to be honest, wasting no time beating around the bush to hopefully be the voice of reason Jungkook needs. “You’ve been simping over her for years JK, and I get it, you think she could be the one. But what about you huh? It’s not fair for you to have your heart wrung out each time she gets a man and decides to put the friendship on pause—“

“That happened once!” He defends, brows pinched on his forehead as he shakes his head, ready to explain your situation because he wasn’t a fan of hearing his friend say anything about you when he didn’t truly know what happened. “The dude was a piece of shit and basically told her it was him or me. I’m not gonna crucify her for wanting a long term relationship to work.”

“Right, so she’s not icing you out again because she got a new man? That’s literally what you told me, it’s why I bought you this sympathy pitcher of beer!”

“Fuck you, you bought this pitcher for yourself.” Jimin had chugged two giant glasses of beer already, and was steadily working on his third, whereas Jungkook’s watered down cup remained relatively untouched. “Besides, I was just...spiraling and assumed when I sent you that desperate text. But I haven’t heard anything.”

Jimin can only stare blankly at the table as he processes what was just said before locking eyes with his friend once more, “Sorry, what? You haven’t heard anything? The hell kind of riddle is that.”

Jungkook sinks into the booth with a look of shame, not wanting to admit to occasionally laying in his bed at night in complete and total silence just to see if he could hear you and the hypothetical version of Jung Hoseok doing literally anything. It’s not one of his proudest moments, feeling like a bit of a creeper as he laid stiff on his bed, too scared to make a sound. “Nothing, forget about it. Point is, I haven’t seen the fucker come in or out of her place, so what does that mean?”

A deep sigh comes from Jimin, hand reaching forward to push the beer closer to Jungkook, desperately trying to get him to drink and ease up. “It means you pay far too much attention to her. When was the last time you got any action?”

Two weeks ago. From his hand and filthy imagination.

“A few months,” he grumbles, remembering his last hook up that happened a few days before he discovered you got dumped.

“Get outta here.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he points to the door. “Literally, go stand at the corner outside, show some thighs or a tattooed titty and take your pick of the swarm of girls that will surely follow you.”

Jungkook thinks he’s joking, but when his friend doesn’t drop his hand and narrows his eyes threateningly he knows he’s being serious. “My tits aren’t even tattooed,”—his large palms press against his shirt covered chest as if to prove a point— “And you sound like a douchebag talking like this.”

“What? She went on a tinder date and definitely got laid, so you need to even out the playing field. Also, it might help you chill the hell out.”

“Oh my god, you’re not helping.” Jungkook really didn’t need that visual again, it had flashed in his mind too often the night of his pity party and now it was once again at the front of his brain.

“Alright, okay. I’m throwing out my safe word right now.” Jimin leans closer, arms resting on the table with a confused look on his face. “What do you need from me here? Like, do I play the role of a supportive friend who wants you to get over her, or do I play the role of a friend who wants you to confess? Because you’re giving me some mixed signals Jeon.”

A groan escapes Jungkook, fingers rubbing at his eyes before dragging down his face as he sinks even further into his seat. “I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. Jungkook had no idea what he wanted his friend to do to help him. He knew that although his feelings for you have weighed heavy on his chest for what seems like years, you technically had no idea, so he feels a little guilty over his frustration for the whole situation. You were newly single again and determined to go through this self proclaimed wild phase so Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to think you can’t go out and do whatever you want, even if that means being with someone who isn’t him.

“Look,” Jimin sighs, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You only have two choices here, tell her how you feel and accept whatever comes with it, or make peace with the idea of just being friends. Either way, I think you need to loosen up and have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook sits himself up, wrapping his fingers around the cup in an effort to at least look like he wanted to be here. He couldn’t sit here and mope about a problem like this when he hadn’t attempted to come out and tell you how he feels.

One night of loosening up to get you off his mind wouldn’t hurt, if anything it might help him come to his senses. At least that’s what Jimin was currently whispering with a mischievous smile on his lips. “It’ll be fine, I’ll make sure you don’t black out and get home safe. Who knows, you might get plastered enough to drunk text your confession.”

Jungkook glares at his friend, not liking the goofy look on his face as he starts to laugh. “I swear to god, you better not let me get to that point. Take my phone away from me.”

Jimin obviously wants to see the world burn, or at least he enjoys it when Jungkook somehow digs himself into his own grave. That's exactly why he responds with a million laughing emojis when Jungkook texts him asking why the hell he hadn’t taken his phone last night.

He did a good job hiding his shock when a knock came from his front door, half expecting it to be you, keeping a smile on his face as he allowed the person who was very clearly not you in before swiftly entering his bathroom. Jungkook wants to stay locked here forever, holed up while he sits on his toilet and not in the living room with company. It wasn’t like it was bad company either, his drunken ass going through his contact list and sending an invitation to hangout the following day to the last person he spoke to, Aillie.

The girl is sweet, someone he had a casual fling with for months, someone who was used to his random texts so she doesn’t think twice before agreeing. The only silver lining to this was that he hadn’t sent you a typo-filled drunken confession, which is what Jimin responds with before telling him to suck it up and leave his bathroom.

Jungkook accepts his fate, as well as accepting that he is partially responsible for this. He shoves his device back into his pockets before standing up and flushing the toilet for show, washing his hands just to stall. One good glance at his reflection makes him cringe, stained shirt and sweats combo leaves him looking like the unprepared mess he is. Another detour through his room to change was a must before he has no choice but to step back out.

“You’re totally hung over aren’t you?” Aillie jokes from her spot on the couch, comfortable enough in his apartment from the time spent here. She locks her phone as she stands up, taking her time to really look Jungkook over. He was not dressed like someone who was expecting a guest, and despite having seen Jungkook at his sloppiest, his previous attire of oversized shirt and slightly stained sweatpants didn’t look like someone who was expecting a fuck buddy to pop over. Even with his new outfit looking more put together, it was obvious Jungkook was caught off guard by her showing up.

“What?” Jungkook dumbly asks, trying to come up with some lame excuse to justify his earlier appearance but he falls short. His fingers gently rake through his hair, a grimace falling on his face as he looks back up at her. “Actually, a little. Sorry, I got drunk last night when I text you so sober me was not really prepared.”

“Yeah I figured, you sent me some blurry selfies right after. But we can just hang, we don’t have to do anything,” she trails off, a soft smile on her lips. The only time they ever hung out was to hook up, having ten minute conversations before and after the fact. “Or I can leave too if it's weird that I’m here.”

Jungkook is shaking his head before she can even finish, already feeling bad enough after texting her to come over. How shitty would he be if he immediately kicked her out. This was fine, a nice distraction from it all, decent middle ground that would help him get his mind off you without having to take Jimin’s douchebag advice.

“No, we can watch a movie or something. It’s not like I have other plans.” Had this been two weeks ago it would be a totally different story. Jungkook would typically be waiting in his apartment as he stared at the slowly ticking clock, just waiting for it to strike 7:30 because that's when you usually got home. Then he’d either get a text from you to come over with snacks or you’d show up at his door and invite yourself over for the weekly game night.

It didn’t happen last week, or the week prior, so Jungkook is very confident that it would not be happening today either. It’s that same sense of confidence—and saltiness—that allows him to get comfortable with Aillie, blissfully unaware that you had just pulled into the parking garage a few stories below.

“I swear to god if you don’t go straight to his door the minute you get off the elevator I will never let you live it down.” Seulgi’s voice fills your car through the speakers, fading out as you shut the car off and bring your phone to your ear to continue the conversation.

“Dude, I just got off work. I need to make myself look decent.” Plastic bags rustle together as you grab the snacks you had picked up on your way home, all full of yours and Jungkook's favorite treats. It was definitely a guilt fueled purchase, hoping the items were enough to distract him from the fact that you were kind of a bitch for ghosting him recently, or at least butter him up into accepting your apology easier.

“You think Jungkook cares if you’re a little sweaty from work? He’s a grown man, that’s not gonna stop him from going do—“

“Okay, goodbye!” You hastily cut her off as you press the elevator button, hearing her rambling off about being interrupted. “I’m about to get on the elevator, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

With a small sigh you hang up and stuff the device into your purse, stepping onto the lift as the doors open up and pressing the number for your floor. Your hands are clammy as you grip the plastic bag, uncharacteristically nervous about seeing Jungkook again after so long.

The main obstacle for you to get over was apologizing for being a crappy friend, and if that went well you were going to suck it up and just come out and confess, the odds of him saying no were slim. And even if he did, you’re perfectly content with staying friends, as long as you could keep him close.

It’s that same optimistic mentality that allows you to calm down as you enter your place and decide to give yourself a minute to mentally prepare. His favorite ice cream gets put into the freezer for later before you decide to shower and give yourself a pep talk the entire time.

This pep talk of yours is filled with best case scenarios: Jungkook accepting the confession with open arms, finally being able to kiss him properly, everything falling into place the way it should have a long time ago. And as you head over, totally sober, freshly washed, looking and smelling your best, you really can’t picture this going any other way.

With a deep breath you’re knocking on his front door, quickly pulling back your hand and wiping it onto your pants as you step back. Jungkook hears the knock clearly from his spot on the couch, his gaze tearing away from the television to stare at his front door with a small frown. He hadn’t ordered any food and Aillie had just excused herself to use his bathroom so his brain is having a hard time wondering who it could be.

He curses under his breath, not putting it past himself to have texted a second person last night with an invitation to hang out. Why was Jungkook a friendly drunk?

As he presses his eye against the peephole and spots you standing there, he thinks he’s imagining things. It had seemed like so long since he had last seen you in person, and the warped fish-eyed version of you has him stepping back and rubbing his eyes before taking another glance. He suddenly feels like throwing up, and he can’t blame his earlier hangover on it.

For a brief second he contemplates pretending he hadn’t heard you, but the guilt of doing so makes his heart twist, so he musters up the courage to open the door. It’s barely a crack really, just enough for you to see him while still concealing his apartment, something you definitely found strange because you’re usually flinging the door open and strutting right in, but you suppose his reaction is warranted considering your previous behavior.

“Y/N, hey. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Your fingers tangle together in front of you, not entirely sure what to do with your nerves and Jungkook spots it easily. His own nerves sky rocket when he hears the sound of running water coming from his bathroom a few feet away, knowing Aillie would most likely pop out any second now, and he’s not sure why it feels like a dirty secret that he has another girl over.

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually wanting to talk to you about something kind of important.” Your smile is hopeful, despite the nerves swirling in your eyes. The nervous skip of your heart is felt in your throat, not remembering the last time you had felt this way about telling someone how you felt about them romantically.

“Right now?” he wonders, fingers gripping the door handle tighter when he hears his bathroom door unlock, the sound of footsteps rounding the corner before stepping into the living room, a few feet away from the door and in perfect view of the wedge Jungkook had opened.

When your eyes flicker over his shoulder, spotting the auburn haired girl giving you a curious glance, you feel all your confidence slip away. Seulgi had definitely been right about needing to confess soon, Jungkook was a catch and just because you hadn’t realized it sooner didn’t mean the rest of the world was blind to it.

“Yeah, right now...but you’re busy, so it’s fine!” You want to scramble away from there, feeling dumb the longer you stand there. Jungkook wants to say he’s not busy, kick the girl out of his place and invite you in but that wouldn’t be fair to her, for all he knew your important conversation would be a repeat of the conversation you had over Hajoon, and he really didn't want to get friendship dumped while this girl was in his apartment. He’s pretty sure his Yelp rating would drop a bit if he cried on the couch about you to his old hook up.

He starts to speak but you cut him off before he can, “Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you later.” You force a smile before walking away, not allowing him to get a word in as you quickly step into your apartment and move to the furthest room away from your bedroom.

You can feel the cold of your kitchen floor as you sit on your butt, back against your cabinets, the small twinge of defeat spreading within you. “This is fine. Maybe she’s just a friend. I can always tell him tomorrow,” you whisper out. But your fingers seem to think otherwise as they type out a message to Seulgi, informing her that the mission was unsuccessful and you’d be putting on The Notebook like you always did. It was basically protocol to do so when things went south in your life.

She doesn’t even know how to console you, knowing she can’t tell you it was his loss or that he wasn’t worth it because she knows that’d be a lie and you wouldn’t believe it for a second. The only thing she can offer is coming over, but you’re quick to turn her down, deciding that being alone in the comfort of your bed as you inhaled the ice cream you bought for Jungkook would be best.

Is being in your room the wisest choice when you know you share a wall with Jungkook—and he has a cute girl over? No. Probably not. But you figure if you hear anything explicit it’s just your dose of karma, so you accept it, turning up the volume of the movie a few levels just to soften the blow.

However, Jungkook would definitely not be hooking up with her in his bedroom, or anywhere in his apartment for that matter. Luckily Aillie is blessed with the gift of reading the damn room and can easily spot the shift in Jungkook’s mood the second he shuts the door. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, hands gently placed on her knees as she gives him a sympathetic smile.

“I get the vibe that somethings off.”

He looks up at her then, slowing his pace until he’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “My friend—my neighbor just wanted to talk about something. But everything’s fine.”

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, and Aillie doesn’t believe him in the slightest. A small sigh fills the air as she stands up, collecting her bag and approaching him. “Look, I know deep talks really aren’t our thing so I’m not going to even try to dive into this, but you should go talk to your friend.”

A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder before she makes her way to the door to leave, Jungkook already following closely behind her. “No, you don’t have to go. You came all this way because I texted you with way too much tequila in my system.”

“Jungkook,” she laughs, opening the door with a smile. “You’re way too sweet for your own good. It was nice seeing you though.” Her eyes slowly move over to your front door before looking back at him, head cocking to the side in a very clear indication that he better go over. He can only nod in understanding, waving her goodbye and shutting the door once she heads down to the elevator.

The action sounds of the movie they were watching continues to fill his apartment, whatever chaos was going on only making his brain whirl so he’s quick to grab the remote and shut it off entirely. Now he’s just stuck in complete silence, wondering if he should quickly make his way over to yours or play it calm and collected.

The total silence allows him to hear the muffled mumbling of a movie he knew all too well. It draws him in, lures him into his bedroom until he’s kneeling on the mattress with his ear pressed against the wall to properly make it out. You were watching the Notebook, at a concerning volume, which could mean a number of things. Jungkook knew none of them were good, usually rooted in issues you had with your ex, or a tough day at work, or any particular day where you just felt like crying.

With a deep breath, he’s slowly knocking along his wall, almost experimentally, hoping it's enough to grab your attention through the current scene playing. For a second he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep while watching the film, but then the room falls silent as you pause it entirely.

Your hearts racing now, ears straining to hear anything else and hoping this wasn’t how the beginning of the explicit noises would start, but then another knock comes from behind you. It makes you gasp, like you’ve just been caught being the nosey neighbor you are, hearing the soft scrape of his hand sliding down the wall. The ice cream gets put onto your nightstand as you sit up properly, forcing yourself out of the mountain of pillows you were practically suffocating in and turning around to knock back.

Jungkook’s palm presses back onto the wall, smiling at your response before fishing his phone out of his pocket. His fingers find your thread of messages, further down the list than he was used to, and as he opens them up and sees the string of unanswered texts dating back to two weeks ago, it stings just like it did before. He pushes his pride aside though, knowing you had wanted to talk today in person, so he proceeds to quadruple text you.

Jungkook 8:44pm : are you seriously watching the notebook again?

You’re unlocking your phone the second it buzzes, smiling at the dimly lit screen before typing out a response.

Y/N 8:45pm : shut up, it’s my comfort movie

Y/N 8:45pm : do you wanna watch it with me? for old times sake

The device is locked and placed face down onto your sheets the second you hit send, sinking into the pillows once again as you try not to scream at yourself because you know he’ll hear you. Why would you invite him over when he clearly has company? You had seen her with your own eyes, had seen how cute she is, had seen how cute Jungkook is, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Jungkook is quick though, texting back in agreement and heading over instantly. If you were watching your comfort movie then Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay. Putting the past two weeks behind him, knowing you’d most likely have a good enough explanation—an explanation he would definitely be needing before the night was over—he’s knocking on your door before you can even check your messages.

It takes you a minute to untangle your limbs from your covers as you hastily try to get to your door, sock clad feet sliding along your wooden floors when you finally yank the door open. Jungkook wears a soft smile as he stares down at you, taking note that you had switched your outfit to your usual sad movie binge attire of baggy shirt and lounge shorts. His eyes zero in on your lips when he notices there's something lingering at the corner of them.

“So, are you gonna share whatever the hell that is?” His finger points at it smugly, laughing when your tongue peeks out to wipe it away.

“It was actually meant to be for you.” Stepping aside, you let him enter your place. Jungkook almost feels a little strange being here after the weird few weeks, but he pushes it aside, just wanting things to feel normal.

“Does that mean there’s no more left?” His eyes playfully narrow at you as you step closer, moving on to stare at the kitchen table, and the coffee table in search of the tub of ice cream that supposedly had his name on it. The earlier nerves you felt slowly fade away when you realize he’s not visibly upset about what happened, but it only makes your guilt deepen that despite your ability to be a crummy friend, Jungkook would still try his best to come through for you.

“There’s about half of it left, it’s probably a little soft now though.” You side step him to enter the kitchen, grabbing an extra spoon and handing it over as a peace treaty, smiling when he gratefully accepts it. “C’mon, I paused the movie.”

Jungkook is not a stranger to your bedroom, especially when sappy movies were playing, finding his spot easily on the right side where he typically handed you tissues whenever you cried. The tissues were missing this time, in place of them being the bag of snacks you had bought, his ice cream on the other nightstand.

“What part are you on?” he asks, settling onto the bed after fluffing up the pillows, waving his hands so you could pass the tub of ice cream his way.

“It just started raining on the boat.” Jungkook hums, scooping out some of the chocolate ice cream and into his mouth. He knew this scene very well, and when you press play, he mentally repeats all of the lines. Just as Noah declares he wrote her 365 letters, you awkwardly clear your throat, your own spoon slowly sneaking over to his side to steal some ice cream for yourself.

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward with your date.” Your voice sounds timid, something he’s not used to hearing from you at all, so he chuckles, laughing harder when you swat at his arm. “I’m serious, I should have texted you before just showing up.”

“Really? When have you ever done that before?” The two of you never notified the other when they wanted to show up, Jungkook had even given you the code to his place once when he was at work and you were desperate for some fruity pebbles—you used that code to your advantage and Jungkook never hated it. But all things considered, it's fair why you think you would have to give him a heads up.

“You didn’t make it awkward though.” It’s not the complete truth, you coming over is what had made Aillie decide to leave, but Jungkook had to take most of the credit for it. “I kinda made it awkward from the beginning.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I went out last night with Jimin“ —you immediately hum in understanding, knowing very well how convincing Jimin could be with alcohol— “and apparently I texted her to hang out today, had no recollection, so when she showed up I was definitely not ready.”

“Damn, this is how I know you’re a better person than I am. If that happened to me, the second I checked my peephole and saw someone I didn’t remember inviting over, I’m gonna pretend I’m not home.”

“Yeah well, she lives like an hour away so I’d feel like an ass if I did that. Don’t think I’ll be talking to her again any time soon though.” He sighs in thought, gently tapping his spoon on the surface of the softening ice cream. There was one thing weighing heavy on his mind, needing to know what important thing you had to talk to him about, wondering if you were actually going to friendship dump him earlier and he had just made it worse by coming over and hanging out like old times.

He doesn’t want to come right out and ask it though, not wanting to set himself up for an awkward conversation in case that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, so he settles for something safe enough that would allow him to get a glimpse.

“So how are things with Hoseok?” Yeah, that’s a good start.

“Huh?” Your spoon freezes in its spot, face clearly looking confused in the dim glow of the television, the movie long forgotten now that you were speaking.

“Tinder guy? Yellow sunglasses guy that gave you mono?”

It suddenly clicks again, having forgotten all about Jung Hoseok the second you had gotten home from the failed date and came to terms with your feelings. Your lie of having a cold must have been believable enough for Jungkook to genuinely think he had given you something like mono.

“He didn’t give me mono!” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a playful smile, humming along like he totally believes you. “But I didn’t tell you?”

He frowns as he stares at you, not entirely sure how to take your tone. ��Tell me what? That you’re engaged and the wedding is in June?”

“No way,” you laugh, swatting his spoon away with a clank as you grab some ice cream before shoving it in your mouth, fighting against the brain freeze to continue speaking. “Our date was a bust.”

“How? Was it that bad?” He desperately wanted to know, having convinced himself the date had gone spectacularly well and you were now an exclusive item. The small twinge of guilt is felt when he realizes he’s a little too happy that the date had been a failure, but he allows himself to have this small, tiny victory.

“Mm, it was so good it was bad.” He looks utterly confused, and you don’t blame him, so you elaborate. “He was this perfect gentleman who just wanted to play games, like to the point where he had a notebook where he was tallying our points, and then he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek goodbye.”

“Oh the horror!” Jungkook gasps, setting his spoon down to clutch his heart in dramatics. “How dare he try to romance you with a game night.”

“Jungkook, shut up!” you laugh, finally feeling like everything was right again, sitting in bed with your closest friend as you teased each other. “Look, I’ll give him some credit. The date was nice, he was not the sleazy douchebag his profile made him out to be, and I’m sure he’ll find the perfect girl for him on Tinder. But he clearly wanted something serious and—“

“And you don’t want that right now. It’s fair.” Of course you would turn him down, you had just decided to embark on this new adventure in the single world. It was kind of dumb for Jungkook to assume one date with Tinder Boy would be enough for you to give up your short lived dream.

You take a steady breath at his words before taking another scoop of ice cream, lips wrapped around the spoon as you slowly pull it out of your mouth. The nerves are trickling back in, making your heart skip and your eyes bounce around. If you don’t come out and say it now, you know you never will.

Your spoon joins his in the tub of ice cream before you decide to move it back to the nightstand, forcing yourself to look back at him, seeing him turned away as he rummages through the plastic bag full of snacks. “I don’t want that with him.”

Jungkook freezes, the rustling of plastic ceases as his hands come back to his sides and he turns back around. With him. He was the king of jumping to worse case scenarios so his brain has no issues coming to this very horrible conclusion.

“Have you been talking to Hajoon again?”

“No, Jungkook I haven’t.”

“Are you sure? I’m saying this now, but if you get back with him I will not hesitate to pop him in the face if I run into him in the halls. It’s fair game out there, neutral territory for him to get his ass beat—“

“It’s you.”

His brain short circuits at that, mini versions of himself currently running around and screaming in his head as he tries to make sense of this. The first instinct he has is to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t been talking to Hajoon again, and laugh it off. But you look a little too vulnerable right now, eyes nervously looking at him and then looking away at his lingering silence.

“Wait, what?” It’s the only thing he can sputter out, caught off guard by your words, not wanting to say anything else in case the world was cruel enough for him to have completely misheard you.

“I don’t want that with Tinder Boy or Hajoon, I want it with you.” It gets a little easier saying it a second time, but his reaction is hard to gauge. You had been expecting him to reciprocate the confession instantly, but the longer he looked shocked only made you think that you and Seulgi had been seriously wrong about his supposed crush.

Jungkook is having a difficult time trying to go from you ghosting him to you suddenly admitting to liking him, the change in emotions not allowing him to say anything he had practiced in the mirror for so long. He can’t come out and give you a speech about how he thinks you’re the one, how you’re obviously a good match together, brain too focused on other details. “How long have you known this?”

“For the past two weeks, but deep down I know it’s been longer.”

His wide eyes glance over at you now, everything slowly clicking into place. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” you mumble, embarrassed over the way you had acted. The last time you had avoided someone was in elementary school, having a best friend go ask your crush if he likes you while you hid in the bathroom, scared of the answer. “I like you Jungkook and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play it cool. I was scared to say something and have you not feel the same and then have our friendship be weird.”

Jungkook smiles in that adorable way you love, nose scrunching up cutely as he leans closer, large palms coming to cup your cheeks. He has wanted to hear this for so long, and sure, maybe it wasn’t some super romantic confession over a candlelit dinner like he had occasionally dreamed of, but this felt right.

“You’re so stupid,” he whispers out, thumb softly caressing your cheek as he chuckles, feeling the way your lips turn into a frown at his harmless insult.

“Jungkook, I’m being serious,” you whine, heart still pounding in your chest. Your hands come up to gently wrap around his wrists, allowing him to continue to squish your cheeks with that endearing look on his face.

“I’m being serious too Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?” Jungkook did everything he did with you out of pure friendliness, never expecting to get something in return from it, but there was a small sprinkling of a crush in every one of his actions. “I like you too, and I have for a really long time.”

The relief you feel comes instantly, lips slowly pulling into a smile when you finally have the confidence to look directly into his eyes again. If this is how light you feel after the two weeks spent freaking out, you can only imagine how Jungkook feels. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now, can I please kiss you?” You’re nodding the second the question leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hands glide down to cup your jaw, soft lips slowly pressing against yours. It’s a gentle smack of skin as he pulls back, a smirk on his lips when he opens his eyes, softly rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wait,” he breathes out, chuckling softly. “Is he still looking?” He has the nerve to repeat the same question that had been the root of your guilt, and when your eyes shoot open and glare at him, he can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out.

“I hate you,” you mutter out, not an ounce of truth behind it.

“Mm, no you don’t.”

His lips find yours again, falling into a steady rhythm, softer and less rushed than the first kiss you had shared at the club. There’s no pounding bass in the background, or the taste of liquor on your lips, but Jungkook prefers it this way. He likes the low hum of the movie continuing to play in the background, the sweetness of the ice cream lingering on your lips when his tongue gently swipes at the seam of them, the way your hands slowly slide around his neck as he deepens each kiss.

With each shared breath, you slide further down your bed, pulling Jungkook down with you until he’s hovering directly above you. His knees dig into the sheets, one hand pressed beside your head to keep himself stable as you urge him even closer to you. The delicate golden chain he wears kisses your skin, pendant settling onto your chest, the cool sensation is almost enough to distract you as his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. Jungkook groans when you let out a small gasp, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently at the strands by the nape of his neck.

He wants to remember this kiss instead of the one from the club, embed every gasp you let out into his brain, the way your chest pushes up to feel more of him, how your hands slide down his back, leaving a fiery trail in their path that makes Jungkook shiver. And when you slide your thighs further apart for him, innocently at first, he can’t help it when his lips freeze on yours as you slowly roll your hips upwards. It gives him the same automatic reaction he had gotten at the club, all the blood rushing to his cock instantly, except this time he doesn’t feel the shame he had felt before. There was no ulterior motive to what you were doing, sincerity shown in your confession, shared within each kiss, so Jungkook allows himself to bask in the want he feels for you.

“Y/N,” he groans out when you repeat the action, pulling away from your swollen lips to stare at you through hooded eyes. You’re licking your lips over as your eyes slowly open, a small glimmer evident in them as you tilt your head and pretend to not know what you’re doing.

“What?” you question, leaning up to kiss the edge of his mouth, giggling when he attempts to chase your lips as you pull back, choosing to kiss down his jaw instead. As your tongue gently trails along the side of his neck, you feel the harsh gulp he takes, his fingers bunching up in the sheets beside your head. His neck has always been a weak point for him, turning him into a puddle in seconds, you knew this from the unfiltered conversations you’ve had and it was something you were definitely going to be using to your advantage.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you nip at his skin, a visible shiver racking through him.

“Of course I am,” you hum, letting your hands roam his back, sliding around his front until you’re sneaking past the white fabric of his shirt. When your cool hands meet his skin, he tenses, the muscles on his stomach tightening up as your fingertips trail up his body. You’ve known Jungkook was well defined, lean and toned in all the best places, having seen him shirtless a few times. But being able to touch him like this, feel each stuttered breath and jump of his skin reacting to your touch fueled you.

Jungkook knows you can feel the racing of his heart now, your palms flat on his chest, each thrum revealing his emotions despite the cool and calm exterior he was trying to have. His hips lower towards yours, resisting the urge to rut into you as you start to suck on his skin. The low hum you let out vibrates against his neck, mixed in with the feeling of your wet lips, and he knows he’s done for. The final blow comes in the form of you swiping your tongue at the blossomed hickey, sweet voice pulling him back to earth as you look at him once more. “I want you Jungkook.”

Oh god, he couldn’t do this. His face pulls into a grimace, begging himself to not instantly cum in his pants at what you just said. How many times has he fantasized about this? Hoped you’d beg him for anything in that same exact voice, dreamed of you kissing and sucking on his skin like you currently were. Jungkook isn’t sure any amount of mental preparation would be enough for this.

“Say that again please.”

You giggle, finger pushing back a strand of his hair as it falls over his face, tucking it behind his ear. The normal doe eyed look you were accustomed to is nowhere to be found, pupils blown out in lust as he stares at you. Being on the receiving end of this stare fills your stomach with butterflies, the flapping of their wings intensifying as he nudges his nose into yours.

“I want you.” It’s breathless, spoken so softly through the background noise like a personal secret just for him. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing you say it, that much is proven true when you repeat it in between kisses, trailing back up his neck in the same path you had taken until you're speaking the words directly against his lips. He swallows them down greedily, groaning into your mouth when his tongue tangles with yours once more.

“Fuck, you can have me baby.” He chuckles against your mouth when you start to tug at his shirt, yanking the thin material until he has to pull back and slip the tee off himself. The balled fabric gets tossed aside without a care, dark swirls of ink on his arm fully revealed now, each tattoo reminding you of how long you’ve known him, remembering the two pieces that he had when you first met. When he leans back over you, taking his time trailing kisses down your neck, onto your chest until his own hands are slowly tugging your shirt off of you, you decide there’s other things to focus on besides his glorious tattoos.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers tangling into his hair when he kisses the swells of your breast, warm tongue sliding over your nipple before his lips are wrapping around it. His large palm gropes the other, thumb flicking over the pebbled bud, smirking when you push your chest further out for him.

“What baby?” He pulls back to blow a gust of cool air on your nipple, the wetness of his saliva making your skin break out into goosebumps.

“No teasing.”

Jungkook’s laughing now, eyes peering up at you through his lashes. “Oh, you think I’m not gonna tease you after what you did?” He tsks in disapproval as he continues to kiss down your torso, letting his hands trail down your sides, not stopping until he reaches the hem of your shorts. A kiss is placed above your navel as he pulls the shorts down your legs, toying with the waistband of your black underwear. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

The build up before pleasure will always be your favorite part. The way his hands grip your thighs after tugging your underwear off, fingertips trailing up until his palm is pressing them further apart. It’s impossible to look at him now, the visual of his long hair framing his face as he starts to press wet kisses on your skin is too much to handle. You can feel the warm huff of air when he laughs as your head drops back onto the pillow once more, eyes slipping shut while you wait with anticipation.

Jungkook wants to comment over how wet you are already, boost his own ego about being able to rile you up with just kissing, but he can see the way you’re already on edge, and he decides he can tease you some more later with what he has in store. Instead, he gives you what you’re mentally pleading him for. Finally pressing his soft lips to your folds, the short gasp you release as his tongue glides up before gently flicking across your clit has him shutting his own eyes, reveling in the way you react to his touch.

His long fingers spread out your folds before he’s messily spitting onto them, watching the way the glob of saliva trickles down before he’s diving in, falling into the perfect pace with ease. It has your hips rutting up instantly, your hand uncurling its grip from your sheets to travel down your body and find its place tangled in his hair. Jungkook groans against your clit when your fingers grip tightly, yanking the dark strands as the prettiest moan flows out of you.

“J-just like that, fuck,” you whimper, finally lifting your head up to stare down at him when he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. It sends a spark down your spine, stomach tensing at his rhythm, fully intent to have you fall apart.

Jungkook wants to push you over the edge, knows he’s talented enough to get you there in record time—he was cocky in the best way—and the way your thighs tremble as he slowly sinks his finger into you proves his point. The slick coating your entrance allows a second finger to slip through with little resistance, a shuddering breath filling the air as he begins to spread his fingers apart, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

It’s not until his fingers curl up, rubbing along the sweet patch inside of you and you moan out his name, that he realizes he has you right where he wants you. He can’t get himself to look up at you, to see the way your jaw drops as you plead for more. Jungkook knows if his eyes lock with yours too soon he’ll be too weak to be as cruel as he wants to be.

The pleasure blooms inside you, hips rolling up into his in a way he welcomes, smirk spreading onto his lips when your moans get breathier. He eats you out with determination set in his brows, not satisfied until you’re tightening around his fingers, thighs threatening to close in on either side of his head. The messy way he slurps against you sends you reeling, rutting up into him with need, the wet thump of his fingers blending in with your moans of his name.

“God, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.” He believes you, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. The visual is enough to make his cock throb in his pants, your glassy eyed stare locked onto his, chest rising and falling in time with each choked breath. When he playfully winks at you, your walls pulse around him, seconds away from being pushed over the edge, and that’s when he pulls away.

The warm glow of your orgasm approaching, just about to crest, gets ripped away from you instantly. It makes you gasp, thighs twitching as your hips attempt to push up back towards his mouth, but he’s having none of that. His shiny lips smile up at you innocently, head tilted to slowly kiss your trembling thighs, chuckling at the small cry of frustration you let out.

“You taste good baby,” he hums, smooching the skin at the juncture of your thighs, circling around your clit without relieving the pressure you felt. The dull ache has your fingers releasing his hair in defeat, a frown etched onto your lips.

“Jungkook, that’s mean,” you pant, sitting up and resting on your elbows to properly stare at him.

“A little, but you deserved it don’t you think?” Jungkook didn’t want to tease you too much, he just wanted to get even for the past two weeks. “You could have had me between your thighs every single night if you would’ve said something soon, so I think you can be patient.”

A firm kiss is pressed to your swollen clit and it makes your whole body shudder, your head dropping back as you take a deep breath to control yourself. “I can’t be patient Kook,” you whine, head leveling back out to give him the most convincing stare you can muster. There's that crease between your brows that he likes when you pinch them together, hands gently raking through his hair, teeth pillowing out your lower lip as you bite down onto it.

“Please, you can torture me later if you want but not now.” Your words have him cocking up his brow, hands once again gripping the meat of your thighs before he crawls back up your body. The feeling of his chain dragging up your skin has you shivering, breath catching in your throat when he hovers inches above you once more.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before his hand slips between your thighs again. A groan reaches his ears as his fingers circle your clit, covered in your arousal and his saliva, gliding with ease as he works you back to your ruined orgasm.

His lips find yours, swallowing down the moan you let out when he quickens his pace. You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangling with yours with more urgency than before, messy and desperate in a way that had more arousal gushing out of you. The earlier pleasure reignites inside you, your hands sliding around his neck to keep him close, kissing him with fervor, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past between each smack of your lips.

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to squeal, a few more flicks needed to finally push you over the edge. Your lips are slick with spit as you pull back, jaw slack as you lose yourself in the feeling, and Jungkook easily bookmarks this into his brain to go back to and daydream of whenever he’s bored at work. Your eyes are squeezed shut as the feeling flows through you, not able to see how Jungkook stares at you in awe.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, slowly pulling his hand away when you keen at the sensitivity, thighs twitching on the sheets as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. You’re looking up just in time to see him slip his messy fingers into his mouth, tongue licking them clean and savoring the taste of you. Just as he slides them back out, your fingers wrap around his wrist and lead them directly into your mouth, sinking onto them with your eyes locked on his own.

Jungkook’s cock jumps in its confines when you suck, tip of your tongue circling his fingertips before popping them back out with a smirk. There’s a brief moment of shock on his features before he’s jumping into action, quickly unbuttoning his jeans in haste that left you giggling on your sheets.

“What happened to patience?” you tease, laughing harder when he pauses with one foot stuck in the hole of his jeans, a playful glare thrown your way.

“Oh, now you want patience?” He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, slowly shuffling towards you as he stands beside the bed in just his boxers. Your hands make grabby motions for him, reaching for the waistband of his underwear to tug them down, licking your lips over as his cock springs out. It bobs in the air for a second, thick and heavy, precum collecting at the tip with the prettiest veins on the underside of it. Of course Jungkook and his pretty privilege would have a dick worthy of leaving you speechless.

Jungkook allows you to ogle at him, confidently wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation as he looks down at it, allowing spit to accumulate behind his lips before a string of it escapes and lands right onto his length to help the glide of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight, hand replacing his as he guides your motions, giving an experimental squeeze and enjoying how his abs tense up.

“I’ve been patient for a long time Y/N. You said you want me right?” You’re nodding instantly, eyes looking away from his shiny length to stare up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Jungkook, just get over here.” He doesn’t resist when you let go of his cock, hands gripping his arm to yank him back onto the bed in a clumsy heap. His legs are a tangled mess, nearly ramming his forehead with yours from the force, shared laughter filling the air as you situate yourself. Jungkook had pictured this a thousand times and this is exactly how he imagined it, full of soft kisses, hushed laughter and goofy smiles, playfulness mixed in with lust all coming together perfectly to make the two of you.

As he settles between your thighs, your sodden folds inches from his length, you can see the look on his face as his eyes glance in between both of your nightstands. Already knowing the question that was about to spill out, you beat him to the punch. “You don’t need one, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control, and haven’t been with anyone since…” you trail off, not needing to specify.

Jungkook tries not to look too excited, really, but it’s hard. Every one of his lewd fantasies had involved being able to feel you entirely, and if your thoughts from that night were anything to go by, you definitely want the same. It takes him a second to speak, having to swallow properly to prevent himself from choking on his saliva and embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you smile, biting down onto your bottom lip as he fists his cock, slowly leading it to your dripping center. His free hand rests on your inner thigh, softly palming the skin as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into your heat. With his gaze locked down to where you connect, he sees inch by inch sink into you, finally bottoming out with a shared gasp.

Jungkook leans over you properly now, hand sliding up to lace with yours as the other rests beside your head, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You welcome the stretch, the curve of his length inside you, how he cages you in with his body, eyes full of want staring directly at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze because he knows he can’t properly form a sentence right now.

“Fuck me, please.” With his hips pressed flush against yours, he’s slowly inching back, letting you get used to his size with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before he’s rearing back entirely, thrusting forward with a wet squelch, corner of his lips curling up into a smirk when you moan out his name. Your hand curls around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself steady from the force of his hips.

Each time the head of his cock would nudge against your bundle of nerves, your nails would sink into his skin, leaving half moon indents that left him groaning in pleasure. Jungkook hadn’t outright told you, but it had become increasingly obvious that he has a slight kink for pain, practically mewling above you as you scratch his back, fucking you with more determination than before.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, slotting his lips with yours in a messy kiss. The back of your headboard starts to rattle against the wall, bouncing back in time with his hips, and it brings you back to the filthy thoughts you had before. How often you’d hear the same sounds on the opposite side, mixing in with the sharpness of skin connecting together, and you want it. So badly.

“J-jungkook,” you breathe out, letting him pepper more kisses onto you, hips never slowing down. “Can you do something for me?” The tone you use, coated in sugar so sweet he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

“Anything.”

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else while his cock continues to fuck into you, turning your mind into mush each time he sunk all the way in. He can see the way you try to focus, eyes falling shut with the cutest pout on your kiss swollen lips, finally grabbing onto the reigns of your mind as you spit it out. “Wanna feel you—fuck—spank me, please.”

Only then do his hips slow down, cock throbbing inside of you, fighting the urge to cum before fulfilling your request. The only confirmation that he was agreeing, wholeheartedly, comes when he pulls out of you, moving too quickly for you to protest at the loss of contact. The room spins for a second as his hands grip onto your hips and flip you over with ease, palms gripping the globes of your ass and softly patting them with a chuckle.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, hooking his arm underneath your stomach to haul you up onto your knees, allowing you to steady yourself before he’s sliding into you once again. The change in position has you keening, his cock sinking deeper than before, the wetness dripping out of you helping him maintain the earlier pace he had. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, back arching in ecstasy as he hits your g-spot with precision, a tiny shriek of his name making him smile.

Jungkook keeps you on edge, strong hands gripping the skin of your hips tightly, mouth dropping open while he pants at the way you pulse around his cock, leaving it coated in your slick. His hand slides down to your ass, a gentle touch being your only warning before he’s pulling his hand back and delivering a swift slap to your skin. Your reaction is immediate, an unrestrained moan sounding like music to his ears. The sharp sting spreads directly to your core, your head bowing forward as you mentally beg him for more, your wish being granted seconds later when he repeats it on the other side.

If the wet sounds of his cock fucking you weren’t filthy enough, the added slap of his palm across your ass definitely topped it off. Jungkook had never seen you so needy, thighs coated in your arousal, gushing around him each time he spanked you until you were creaming his cock. The greedy way your walls suck him in, wanting him closer, deeper than ever, left him mesmerized.

His hand soothes the dull throb on your skin, a trembling breath reaching his ears as he leans over your back, lips kissing up your spine up until reaching your shoulder. Hot pants of breath hit your skin, making you shiver as his lips trail along the edge of your ear. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you mewl, voice trembling from the pleasure, rutting your hips in time with his.

Jungkook’s way of love was a breath of fresh air for you, rough enough to exhilarate you, the force of his hips leaving you scrambling for purchase to prevent you from face planting onto the sheets, gripping onto your hair and tugging it back with enough force to make your body tingle. But it was intertwined with adoration, sweet praise whispered into your ear, lacing his fingers with yours to let you feel secure.

“You’re never getting rid of me baby,” he groans out. The low rasp in his voice makes you tremble, neck straining from his grip in your hair but the burn feels too good to pull away. His small confession has your heart skipping, eyes slipping shut to bask in the overwhelming feeling surrounding you.

“Good,” you manage to pant, “would never dream of it.” After four years of friendship, the beginning stages of getting to know each other, figuring out the right ways to flow with your different personalities, it's all out of the way now, so it’s incredibly easy for you to picture a steady future with him. The breakfast gossiping, shameless club outings, chaotic game nights with snacks thrown at each other, you want everything you already have with him and more. What you have, so rooted in sincerity, built off mutual respect for each other, blossoming into love so pure, you can’t imagine having this with anyone else.

“Y/N,” he gasps, the pulsing of your walls bringing him closer to his climax. “I’m close.”

You can only hum in agreement, burying your face into your pillow when he releases the grip he has in your hair, nipples rubbing against the sheets in time with his thrusts, the sensitivity sending sparks throughout you. Both his hands grip your hips again, dimpling the skin as he quickens his pace, the tantalizing roll of his hips intent to send you over before him. His eyes trail over the curve of your back, how you arch it further to feel more of him, sliding down to your ass, seeing the way it bounces back with each snap of his hips, how you weakly rut back onto him, pussy clamping around his length as your orgasm approached.

Jungkook slides his hand around you, trailing across your tummy before slipping between your thighs to the spot you needed him most. Even with your face buried in the sheets, the moan you let out is loud enough for Jungkook to hear perfectly, body shuddering as he flicks across your clit in tight circles.

“Kook, I’m cumming—fuck,” you shout out, white heat enveloping your body as you get sent over the edge. Your mind blanks for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm crashing over you so suddenly, making your limbs tense up while every nerve ending lights up. The only thing you can think of is him, chanting out your name while you pulse around him, sweet words coaxing you through your high, thumb rubbing along the skin of your hips as he never slows his pace.

As he fucks you through it, groaning out at how tight your walls are around him, you have to turn your head to gasp in a breath, face feeling hot from it all. You can feel how sweaty your skin has become, the back of your neck feeling sticky as your turn to get a glimpse of him, body still shuddering from the aftershocks.

Jungkook doesn’t have a care for his own volume now, moaning unabashedly as he pistons his hips into you with less grace than before. The soft mewls of overstimulation you let out just bring him closer to his release, thrusts getting sloppier as the pleasure takes over him.

“Fuck, baby-” he grunts out, mouth dropping open as he moans even louder, finally falling apart. He pushes further into you, head falling forward as his hips press flushed against your ass, warm spurts of his cum filling you up in a way that fulfills your dirtiest fantasies. A few more shallow thrusts has the two of you gasping, hearts pounding in your chests, coming down slowly as he finally stills.

A serene silence falls over you, the movie long turned off in the background, only the low glow of the television letting you know it was still on. With great hesitation, Jungkook finally pulls out of you, gulping when he sees the thick globs of cum spill from your core, dripping down your thighs before landing on the sheets in a sinful mess. Your sheets are well and truly ruined, Jungkook would honestly suggest tossing them in the trash judging by the damp spot directly beneath you.

With a small groan, you’re flopping fully onto your stomach, thighs no longer able to keep yourself up, the exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungkook chuckles when he hears you, soothing your back with a gentle massage. “You’re not sleeping in here babe.”

“Why not,” you slur, cheek pressed against your pillow, eyes already shut. All you wanted to do was lay here, preferably with his arms wrapped around you, but Jungkook clearly has other plans.

“Because it’s disgusting,” he laughs, giving you a few more seconds of rest before he’s moving around. The dip in the bed lets you know he’s gotten off, one eye peeking open to search for him, seeing him gathering his belongings from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

He shimmies back into his clothes with a grimace, gathering your own items before approaching you once more. “We are going next door and sleeping in my totally clean bed, c’mon.”

You only put up a fight for a second, secretly enjoying the way he helps you get dressed in your earlier clothes, heart swelling in your chest at how domestic it all feels. The mess in your room would have to be dealt with another day, the only important item being the ice cream that finds its way back into the freezer as you both head out of your apartment and swiftly enter his next door.

He’s just as delicate and careful in the shower, taking turns cleaning each other, large hands gripping your ass and giggling like a child when you wince at the small throb of pain you feel. Soft kisses are shared under the showerhead, warm water soothing your body as the room fogs up, sweet confessions scribbled on the glass in his messy writing, topped off with a heart. Jungkook stops you before you can wipe it away, shyly telling you that he’d like to see it reappear the next time he showers.

His bedroom was one you weren’t too familiar with, used to lounging in his living room the most, so as he settles into his bed after getting cozy in his pajamas, you wait for him to call you over before joining him. The coolness of his sheets has you sighing, snuggling into his side with a smile on your lips, one that Jungkook sees as he stares down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Seeing you draped in his clothes, cuddled up beside him in a way you’ve never done before, makes him feel like a giddy teenager.

“Can I be honest?” he wonders, arm wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. When you hum in confirmation, he laughs sheepishly. “I thought you were going to friendship dump me today.”

“What, why?”

Your head bobs up as he shrugs his shoulders. “The way you were acting reminded me of the last time you told me you wanted to focus on your relationship. I was just scared I was going to lose you again.”

The tone he uses makes your heart ache, the same guilt you felt these past few days coming back when you put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea that the way you were acting would affect him this way, never once imagining that he thought you would cut off this friendship while you were just coming to terms with the fact that you harbored strong feelings for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sigh, palm resting on his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, no longer racing like before, confident and steady in it’s pace because he knows you’re not going anywhere. “I’m stupid, and freaked out after what I did, and just needed to gather my thoughts before saying anything.”

He cranes his head away from you, a confused look on his face. “After what you did? What did you do?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you start with a strained laugh, refusing to look up at him out of embarrassment, but the truth has to come out so you power through it. “So, the night of the date, I sort of got home earlier than I told you I did.”

His eyes narrow at you, refusing to give anything away before he knew where this was going. “Okay, go on.”

“And I sort of heard you through the walls.” You look up at him now, your guilty stare spelling it out for him. His eyes widen before he can conceal his surprise, cheeks warming up instantly because oh boy, he knew exactly where this was going. “And then, I sort of...joined.”

“You lied to me!” he shouts, shocked smile on his face as he recalls the way you had replied to his texts, telling him you had just gotten home and going the extra mile to say you were in a totally different room when in reality, you were sprawled out in your bed after just getting off to the sound of him.

Filthy. And also kind of hot. Jungkook was definitely into that, something he’ll totally proposition you into doing again because why not.

“I know! I couldn’t help it, it was so hot, and I felt so guilty. But, you’re technically the reason why my orgasm gave me my epiphany and let me realize I really do like you. So, I think I did us both a favor by being a dirty liar.” He’s laughing instantly, fingers gripping your cheeks to turn your head up, planting a firm kiss onto your lips obnoxiously.

“Alright, you’re forgiven. Plus, consider us even because I have definitely heard you getting off on your own plenty of times too.” A squeal of surprise fills the air as you swat at his chest, burying your face into his shirt and feeling the rumble of his laughter. It really wasn’t ever intentional. The walls are thin, you weren’t exactly quiet, and he couldn’t just lay there and ignore it. So call him an opportunist, or a pervert, because you were one too.

Jungkook is cheeky though, knowing how to get under your skin in the best way, and you can already tell you’re in for a ride when he gets close to your ear and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snort, peering up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You did say I could torture you later.” He smiles innocently, fingers pinching your chin as he kisses you again. “It’s later.”

The sweet laughter that escapes you makes his heart skip a beat, still not able to come to terms that this was happening and wasn’t some dream of his that he’d wake up from. He kisses the tops of your cheeks first, then your nose, before reaching your lips, his hand gently caressing your skin. Jungkook had no intention of torturing you tonight, knowing how tired you typically were after work on a normal day, and after drawing two orgasms out of you that left you shaking, he knows how close you are to sleep with the way your eyes droop.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on crushes and love?” he mumbles against your lips, inching back to stare down at you.

“I’m glad I stopped looking for it in the wrong places.” Your hands wrap around his neck, toying with his hair before pulling him back to you, reattaching your lips because you just couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Every single moment you shared, from moving in and awkwardly trying to get to know each other, the ups and downs of failed relationships, the push that started it all at the club, and every almost moment in between brought you full circle to right now. There probably won’t be a moment where you don’t wish you had done this sooner, worked past your worry of ruining a good friendship in fear of what could happen, but the past helped mold you into who you are, strengthening your relationship to be the way it is now.

Right now had you thinking of the future, and there was nothing more exciting than that.

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myrulia · 4 years ago

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About the Kokushibou x Muzan little sister ask can I get prompt 8 please 😅 sorry for the inconvenience.

.｡.:*✧Prompt 8: "It feels right, promise I don't mind."

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Slight sexual tension

╰╴⇢｡.:*✧A/N: If an appearance/personality is made evident, then it is because you are related to Muzan.

`` [Y/N], my beloved sister, have you considered ever finding a suitable partner such as I did? ``

Your elder brother, Lord Kibutsuji Muzan, spoke as you both were seated in one of the many rooms of the Infinity Castle that was well away from everyone else since your discussion held private matters.

`` Brother, you made your past wives go insane, and the one you have now is a fake. So therefore, it does not count. ``

Muzan let out a huff of annoyance at the same time you did, the habit being something you both inherited unfortunately which led to the Upper Moon Two to tease you about, which led to him becoming disciplined right after.

`` That is not the point. [Y/N], I do not want you to be alone- ``

`` But I'm not alone, I have you and the other Upper Moons..- ``

`` Ah yes, the Upper Moons you say? ``

There was a glint of mischievousness in Muzan's eyes that you became all too accustomed with, knowing he was coming up with a great plan that you know utterly nothing about. Truth be told, finding a partner would not seem like the worst thing, but your stubbornness has stopped you from giving into your older brother's wishes.

`` Since you brought up the Upper Moons, I'll start from there. ``

You quirked a brow up in response to his choice of words, crossing your arms habitually and holding the same accursed scowl Muzan would also make during his meetings.

`` Why don't you get to know them, `` he started, referring to the higher ranks. `` The Upper Three ranks would make suitable partners and would have no trouble protecting you when I am absent. ``

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to see a somewhat decent future with any of them. Sure, the idea had its pros, but far too many cons, especially with Douma. He was tall and handsome, sure, but had little to no emotions whatsoever and was too much of a masochist for you to handle.

Then there is Akaza. He was respectful to women and you actually found that trait attractive, but he was too focused on becoming strong and probably would not even give you the attention you would need.

Lastly, Kokushibou. An even taller demon who was quiet, well reserved, and surprisingly good looking despite having three sets of eyes. For once, you did not know the male's motives due to his nature, which allured you to him further. You have tried to strike up a conversation but he was quick to end it and would disappear somewhere else in the Castle.

`` Muzan, I would never consider Douma suitable, Akaza is a 50/50 chance, but Kokushibou- well..- ``

`` Well? ``

You wanted to voice out your opinion of the Upper Moon One to your brother, but knowing him, he would rat you out instantly just so that your relationship with him would get a move on so he can be satisfied.

`` Actually, nevermind, I'll take some time to think about it brother. ``

You got up from your chair and exited from the large room, jumping from the balcony and onto another platform. You repeated this process until you were well away from Muzan's quarters.

You were not even set on a destination, you just wanted to clear your head of his desire to find you a future husband. The idea was not a bad one, in fact it was a smart move in the first place, but it felt forced and not genuine to have to pick based off your brother telling you to.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you did not notice the large figure just in front of you, and before you knew it, you bumped right into the figure's back, causing it to fall over with you on top.

`` Who- ``

`` I apologize! `` You blurted out before the voice could finish. `` I was not looking where I was going and ended up tumbling onto you so I'm sorry. ``

You quickly got off of the large figure who also stood up and adjusted his hakama accordingly that got slightly messed up in the fall. Once the figure is turned around, you are met with 3 pairs of eyes glaring down at your shorter form. It was none other than Kokushibou, or better known as the Upper Rank One based on the kanji in his eyes. You look stunned as you take in his appearance. You expected a much more piercing gaze due to him usually having one, but instead of that, his face was more relaxed and dare I say neutral.

`` There is no need princess, `` the male said as he bowed in respect, not daring to leave unless you order for him to do so. The demons that lurked around the Castle were ordered by your high and mighty older brother to refer to you as "Princess" since he deems himself as the king. You objected of course, but in this moment you had no ounce of rejection to give. Usually you would dismiss the demons that call you such a thing, but it felt different with Kokushibou.

`` Still I bumped into yo- nevermind. Kokushibou I can trust you right? ``

Your question came out of the blue for the demon. Why were you suddenly asking if you can trust a man like him? Of course he did devote his life to both you and Muzan but his inner feelings and self doubt block himself from doing so fully. You always made things difficult for him.

`` Yes, you can entrust me with your life. ``

`` Are you only saying that because my brother told you to, or are you genuine? ``

The demon was rather taken aback by your bold choice of words, his eyes slightly enlarging before going back to a neutral expression. He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, confusion taking over his features.

`` Why would I not want to protect someone dear to me? ``

You took a singular step back, desperately fighting the heat rushing to your cheeks and so to not embarrass yourself in front of him you covered the bottom half of your face and feigning a look of pondering.

`` If you are genuine as you claim to be, then I shall tell you. Muzan wants me to find a suitable partner. ``

You were blunt yet again, believing that sugarcoating information only draws away time that could be spent doing something much more worthwhile. You removed your hand from your face, now holding a stern look with the much taller Upper Moon whose expression has shifted. A visible vein was pulsing on his neck that you learned was due to annoyance.

`` Have you found anyone? `` Kokushibou said with no clear indication of aggravation, but you knew of the male's habits from the years that you have you have to learn of the Upper ranks and their habits. You stepped closer towards him until your chest dangerously brushed against his, your hand reaching up to his hand and grabbing it gently. Kokushibou tensed up at the feeling of your soft hand being interlocked with his, so much so that he could not take his eyes off of your enticing ones.

`` Yes. You. ``

You stood on your tippy toes just to move closer to his face. His height may have been an obstacle but you succeeded, leaving the demon to be well enough flustered for it to be noticeable. Your little manipulative tactics resembled those of Muzan's, you are siblings after all. You tugged your hand away from his, sliding it up his forearm ever so slowly and to his chest, resting there and not daring to break the eye contact you have built.

`` Even though I am directly blood related to Muzan, would you be willing to be my partner and love me for who I am instead of who I am related to? ``

Kokushibou was well aware of what you meant with those words, after all he himself is very intelligent and could see through your advances. But even so, he found himself falling for them time and time again. You could simply be doing your hair and his mind would wander to how your raven locks would feel in between his fingers. With you being his Lord's younger sister, he thought it would be practically sinning to think of you in such ways, but now that the opportunity presented itself, he would not let it slip from his grasp.

`` It feels right, promise I don't mind. ``

`` That's all I needed to hear from you Kokushibou. ``

It took one small lean forward for your lips to land on his. Kokushibou instinctively returned the kiss as if he was programed to do so, except it was his full will driving him forward to finally have you as his own. To be able to have you by his side was almost a dream come true for him without even realizing it. Demons are essentially deprived of any real feeling so to have you return his feelings of infatuation fed into his desire all the same.

Although before the kiss could turn into a much more scandalous one, you retracted, but cupped his face in your hands.

`` Would He approve of this? `` Kokushibou asked whilst peering into your enchanting eyes again. His hands had moved to your waist but were quickly removed after the kiss, his own fears blocking him from allowing himself to submit to your enticing touch.

`` I don't need his approval, I am my own person who can make her own decisions. But, it was his idea so there is no need to worry. ``

`` That is all I needed to hear. ``

Kokushibou was the one who leaned forward this time, but before your lips could connect, he went to your neck and bit on your skin harshly which was bound to leave a mark. You gripped at his hair and tugged him away from your neck after you let out a small whine since your greed was increasing.

`` I am simply marking what is mine now, isn't that right, Princess? ``

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mellowyandere · 4 years ago

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao.

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect.

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery.

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires.

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start.

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place.

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first.

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard.

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked.

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached.

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud.

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house.

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again.

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with.

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop.

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected.

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations.

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Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic.

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood.

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected.

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you.

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck.

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished.

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail.

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location.

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you.

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere.

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness.

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious.

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.”

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead.

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming.

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face.

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement.

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself.

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone.

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?”

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand.

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer.

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up.

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over.

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face.

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground.

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!”

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead.

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you.

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy.

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing.

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up.

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more.

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips.

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out.

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you.

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now.

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside.

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you.

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh.

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration.

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply.

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself.

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl.

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute?

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him.

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him.

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy.

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh.

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy.

#tw: noncon #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere eraserhead #yandere x reader #yandere x you #aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

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Always You

(Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Stark!Reader)

Chapter 01

A/N: this is set during Homecoming (and eventually FFH) in a universe where Tony isn’t ☠️ bc we don’t acknowledge that trauma here 🙂 also, there are elements from the comics and the older movies, but it’s still in the MCU

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I never meant to find it.

And I wasn’t being nosy either. It was my dads fault, really. Okay so yes, I wasn’t supposed to be in his workshop. But is it my fault he just leaves important things lying around? Mom’s told him to keep it tidy enough times you think it’d be engrained in his brain.

Anyway, the how isn’t important. Not even the why matters. It’s everything that came after.

It was the day my world began falling apart.

The moment I lost all trust—all respect—for the two men closest to my heart.

Now that I know their secret, I don’t see how I’ll be able to look them in the eye. But I’m going to do it. I’m going to keep my head up, act as normal as possible...

And see how long it takes for them to tell me themselves.

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Three Months Earlier

“I’m here on the corner of fifth and main, just a street away from the reported sighting of a flying man causing panic among the locals.”

Y/N adjusted her fingers around the smooth base of the microphone, her skin slipping against the hard plastic. It wasn’t nerves causing the dampness on her palms, but excitement. Her eyes flickered from the camera lens pointed in her direction to her best friend standing behind it before easily finding their mark again.

“The large, mechanically winged man has been wrecking havoc in New York’s beloved neighborhood of Queens for the last—”

The ground suddenly shifted beneath her feet with a loud boom, jolting her forward and stopping her report mid-sentence. She twirled around, eyes instantly landing on the sandwich shop across the street.

Or, rather, on the man looming ominously from its roof.

She could only assume it was a man. She’d never seen his face—or any part of his body for that matter—not that his skintight suit left anything to the imagination. But the media affectionately called him “Spider-Man”, so they pretty much filled in the blanks on that one.

She watched as he seemingly surveyed the area. It was always so hard to tell what was going on behind that mask, but every time she saw him she liked to imagine a picture perfect heroic expression etched into handsome features.

It made her disdain for the local superstar a little easier to swallow down.

His head swiveled back and forth a few times, fists clenching at his sides, before he shot one of his webs and disappeared on the other side of the building. She immediately turned back toward her camerawoman, lips pulled into an excited grin.

“This is perfect. Come on.” She wasted no time in scooping up some of the equipment laying at her feet, but stopped short when she noticed the apprehensive expression staring back at her.

“I don’t think I’m really in the mood to run toward danger today.” Her best friend’s bored voice didn’t match the concern she knew was brewing just below the surface.

“MJ,” Y/N all but whined. “We need this story.”

“We need to get ready for next week’s debate.” She muttered, mild annoyance seeping through. “We need to be home in twenty minutes so your dad doesn’t kill us. We need—”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Y/N huffed, tossing the last of the camera supplies into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder.

She turned on her heel, pulling her phone from her back pocket as she moved toward the last crash that sounded a few blocks away. She was getting this story, whether she had to go alone or not. Screw her father’s arbitrary curfew. He was in India for the next few days, anyway.

“You’re serious?” MJ’s incredulous voice echoed from behind her. “What about Liz’s party?”

Y/N’s attention only wavered from the small screen in her hands once she was finished temporarily disabling the tracking feature her dad had not so subtly installed before giving it to her. He didn’t need to know she almost immediately figured out it was there, just like she didn’t need to know that he got a notification every time she hacked into the system.

Her eyes found MJ’s, wide with shock and following something in the sky above. Y/N’s head snapped upward, gaze locking on the flying man who was twisting and turning aggressively in an attempt to kick Spider-Man off his right wing.

“Yes. Very serious.” She huffed, pulse jumping with excitement. “If FRIDAY calls just, please, try to be convincing.”

With that, she spun around one last time before jogging toward the action. She knew MJ’s hesitation was coming from a good place. They’d been inseparable since middle school because they were on opposing ends of the same strong-willed base.

Where MJ was methodical and calculated, Y/N was rash and unpredictable. They were both the type to end up involved in sketchy situations, just at varying speeds and levels of grandeur. Y/N had her father to thank for that.

The iconic Tony Stark was not a pretender. He was who he was, loud and proud. He’d never apologized for it before—not even when he should’ve—and he probably never would. Y/N, on the other hand, had been pretending to be something she wasn’t for more than a decade.

He’d given her a choice when she was old enough for kindergarten. They talked about it, mapped out the pros and cons, and she made a decision. Soon after, she entered the outside world as Y/N Smith. It was the best thing her five year old brain could think of. Plus, she didn’t want her place on the alphabetical rosters to change.

She went to public schools—something Tony never missed an opportunity to mention he hated—and started paving her own way. Right now, that meant she was chasing a super-powered fight through the streets of Queens.

Since landing a highly sought after internship at The Daily Bugle, Y/N’s main priority had been impressing her overbearing bosses. That came with varying levels of complexity, depending on the superhero shenanigans of the month.

She rounded a corner into an alleyway, instantly ducking down when a blindingly bright object whizzed by her head. Her arms shot up in a protective motion as she leaned against the cool brick wall at her side. She remained there, frozen in place with a racing heart, for several seconds.

Something thumped to the concrete only a foot away from her crumpled frame, nearly making her jump out of her skin. She peeked through her arms, still crossed over her head, eyes widening as they landed on a pile of red and black fabric.

The lump groaned and slowly unraveled to reveal Queens’ favorite masked hero. He shook his head, the mechanical eyes of his suit twitching as if malfunctioning. Y/N was stuck in her spot, wide eyes hungrily drinking in every detail they could. Despite following his activity for months now, she’d never gotten this close to the mystery man.

His suit was tighter than she thought possible. It hugged his body in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The rippling muscles lining his torso were clearly visible beneath the thick material. She watched as he sat back on his heels and rubbed the side of his head, shoulders tensing as he seemed to finally realize that she was there.

“Whoa, hey.” Came his breathy, surprisingly high-pitched greeting. He cleared his throat before continuing, a steady hand extending her way. “Are you okay, miss?”

Y/N’s brow furrowed in curiosity, not missing the way his demeanor changed the moment he noticed her. It was like a flip switched. He’d turned on his superhero persona, a process she was unfortunately all too familiar with.

“I’m fine.” The words came out more forcefully than she’d intended, but she was all business now, too.

There was no way she was letting him out of her sight without getting some information. She wasn’t even worried about all the ways her bosses would kill her, she’d beat herself up enough for the missed opportunity. She ignored his hand, dusting her jeans off and hobbling to her feet before reaching for her phone to launch the recording app.

“Can I ask you a few questions, Spider-Man?” She jutted the phone out in front of her, and he took a step back as if the device would somehow hurt him.

The eyes on his mask widened, something she didn’t know was possible. “Oh. I...uh—”

Just then, the ground shook with a massive impact that couldn’t have been more than a block away. It would’ve knocked Y/N right off her feet if it weren’t for the gloved hand that shot out to stabilize her.

“Gotta go!”

By the time his hasty goodbye met her ears, he was gone. It took about ten seconds for Y/N to process what just happened before she took off running in the same direction he’d swung in. She was too far in to give up now. At this point, she’d settle for some shaky footage of the fight. It’d be enough to satisfy her editors for a few days.

She ran out in the street, stopping abruptly as a stampede of people swarmed her. Elbows and shoulders rammed into her sides as she tried fighting her way through the panic.

“Oh, come on people! Chill the fuck out!” She found herself shouting to deaf ears.

Maybe it was because she grew up immersed in the superhero way of life, or her bordering on unhealthy need to get some kind of story tonight, but either way she was aggravated by the public reaction more than anything.

She was rarely scared anymore, even when faced with imminent danger. Admittedly, she didn’t have a good gauge for when she might be getting herself into trouble. Another thing she blamed her father for.

Her eyes remained trained on the sky, watching the fight unfold in mid-air. She cringed as Spider-Man nearly fell off the homemade-looking flying suit. He quickly regained his balance, shooting a web into one of the back engines. It immediately started sputtering as the metal clanked and caught in the sticky substance.

They were going down, and fast. She knew this was probably her last chance to get any kind of discernable footage of the event, so she reached into her back pocket for her phone. It was at this moment that someone decided to shove into her so hard that she lost her footing and tumbled to the ground.

A rush of air left her lungs as she hit the asphalt, hard. She couldn’t help but wince as pain shot up both of her arms. There would definitely be bruises she’d need to hide later. Thankfully, at least she ended up near the curb so she wasn’t instantly trampled to death by the screaming crowd.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and huffed, wiping away the tiny rocks that were now embedded into her palms. She was about to hobble to her feet and call tonight a wash when her eyes landed on a blueish-purple glow coming from a nearby alley.

Maybe she wouldn’t get any useable footage tonight, but a souvenir would lift her spirits and, hopefully, her credibility in the office. Without wasting anymore time, she stumbled to her feet and ducked into the darkness of the cramped space.

She followed the pulsating light, stopping only when her eyes landed on a small, metallic object. It had a thin silver cage protecting what looked like a gem or rock of some kind. Nothing too crazy, aside from the whole glowing thing. Her brows furrowed with curiosity as she crouched down to get a better view.

She had absolutely no idea what it was, and she’d seen a lot of weird things in her dads workshop. The only thing she could compare it to was some of the alien technology that’d been leftover from the Battle of New York. She’d run a few stories about that herself, plus saw her dad tinkering with some things since Thor took Loki back to Asgard.

Figuring she could show it to him at the very least, she pulled the end of her sleeve over her hand and grabbed it. She let her bag slip off of her shoulder and quickly unzipped it before sliding the object inside.

Just then, the sound of screeching metal filled her ears at a deafening volume. She managed to close her bag before covering her ears and ducking against the brick alley wall. The crowd still surrounding the area screamed in horror.

She watched with wide eyes as the huge bird-man landed on the rooftop just a few feet away from her crouched form. It was the closest she’d been to the masked—villain? She wasn’t sure—and he was far more intimidating than she’d first assumed.

His glowing beady green eyes didn’t so much as glance in her direction as he slung Spider-Man over the edge of the building, the tip of one of his wings wrapped around his throat.

An involuntary gasp tore through her chest.

It wasn’t that she was worried about the hero. For one, she knew he was more than capable of fending for himself. It wasn’t even that she cared if he got hurt. He was mostly an annoyance to her, his illusive nature making her job way harder than usual.

But if she knew one thing in this moment, it was that the bird-man was the bad guy, and she couldn’t let him win.

So, she did something really stupid.

She found the closest thing that she thought might actually do any kind of damage—which was, unfortunately, an old bike helmet next to the dumpster—and chucked it at the pair.

It hit one of the metal wings with a pathetic clink and all three of them froze.

Y/N held her breath as the man’s head turned in her direction slowly. Way too slowly. Like ‘I’m going to really enjoy killing you’ slowly.

After that, everything happened impossibly fast.

“Hey! Watch out!”

She barely had time to recognize the panicked voice before she was flying. Her stomach flipped and she couldn’t even scream, overcome with sudden vertigo. She pinched her eyes shut the second she saw the top of a building and clutched onto whatever was carrying her away.

If it was the weird bird guy, she accepted whatever evil plan he had. But, if it was Spider-Man, she was going to kill him.

It must’ve only been seconds before her feet touched solid ground, but it felt like an eternity to her. The moment she felt the stability beneath her, she began fighting against her captor.

“Let me go! Oh my god. If you don’t put me down right now—”

“What the hell—ow!”

Once she was free, she staggered away from him with a huff. She cleared the hair out of her eyes and bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she attempted to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding wildly and her stomach was still doing summer-salts.

She raised her eyes to send a withering glare toward the masked man. “Never do that shit again.”

He stared at her—at least she assumed—for a long moment before taking a step forward.

“What the hell was that? You could’ve gotten yourself hurt.” He gestured wildly with his hands, clearly agitated.

“That’s one way to thank me for saving your life.” Y/N ground out, sounding way more bitter than she would’ve liked.

“Saving my—” The eyes on his mask narrowed incredulously. “You did not save my life. All you did was distract me and put like ten other people in danger.”

She couldn’t help but scoff. “Please. Spare me the morality speech, Spider-Man. We both know you don’t bother worrying about people like me.”

Y/N was all too familiar with how superheroes think. When they’re in the middle of a fight, all they care about is winning. They usually have a bigger mission to accomplish. One that doesn’t concern itself with the lives left behind.

“People like you are all I worry about, trust me.”

With that harsh declaration, a heavy silence fell between them. Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, biting her tongue to prevent the floodgates from opening. Spider-Man wasn’t the only one who deserved her hostility toward superheroes, he just happened to be the one in front of her now.

Instead of speaking her mind, she turned on her heel and stalked away from him. At this point, it was late. The sun had set and her dad surely knew she wasn’t home when she promised. She had to accept that today just wasn’t her day and head back for some damage control.

Peter, feeling his chest tighten with regret for the way he’d snapped, followed closely behind her quick steps.

“Wait!” She actually stopped, something he wasn’t expecting, so he rammed right into her back. His hands quickly wrapped around her biceps as she spun around. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I, uh...”

He didn’t know what to say. This was the second time in one night he’d run into her, but he was still dumbstruck. The circumstances weren’t ideal. He thought he’d lost her earlier, but then she had to go and put herself in danger.

He took a step away from her, dropping his hands and rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. He had to remind himself that she had no idea who he was. Even if he did embarrass himself—like he usually did around her—she wouldn’t know it was him when they saw each other in the halls come Monday.

“At least let me get you home.” He insisted, feeling bad that he’d indirectly kept her out so late.

Y/N pursed her lips, immediately wanting to accept his offer but trying not to give too much away. Truthfully, she was exhausted. She just wanted to get home and deal with the fallout disobeying her curfew would bring so she could get some sleep.

“Alright.” She sighed, pulling anxiously at the straps of her bag. She knew this meant she’d have to swing through the streets again, something she wasn’t nearly ready to do.

Nevertheless, she allowed Spider-Man to walk toward her. She averted her eyes as he wrapped an arm around her back and tried not to let her breath catch when his gloved fingers skimmed the exposed skin of her lower back where her shirt had ridden up.

Warmth enveloped her as his proximity settled in. Under his mask, Peter’s face was burning. This was by far the closest he’d been to his classmate. Or any girl, actually. Not wanting to think about it for a second longer, he shot a web toward a nearby building and followed the directions Y/N yelled out.

Within minutes, they landed on the helipad outside her front door.

Peter felt his stomach drop with realization once he let his eyes wander around the outside of the huge building.

“Oh my god. Is this seriously where you live?” He cleared his throat after squeaking out the question, not necessarily wanting to give away his shock.

“What?” Y/N scoffed teasingly. “Don’t I look like a spoiled rich girl?”

“That’s not—I wasn’t—” He didn’t know what he was trying to say, honestly. There were endless questions flitting through us mind at warp speed.

If she lived here, at the Avengers Tower, did that mean she was one of them? And he just hadn’t met her yet? Or did she work for Mr. Stark? But she was so young. He guessed she could be an assistant or something. Maybe she worked for Pepper? Or Happy? Or, she could—

Y/N rolled her eyes, deciding to spare him the embarrassment of sputtering any more. “My dad is famous...like helped form the Avengers famous.”

Peter’s mind went blank. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Cap?” It was the first name to spill out of his mouth. “Wait, can he even have kids?”

Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her at his assumption. “He totally can, but no.”

“Oh.” The gears of his brain started turning again and realization slowly dawned on him. He felt his throat run dry as his eyes widened behind his mask. “Oh.”

Shit. This was way worse. He couldn’t believe he had no idea who she really was. Sure, she used a different last name at school, but he should’ve seen the resemblance sooner.

“Look, I know you two have worked together.” Y/N sighed, thinking back to all those weeks her dad was gone fighting Steve and the rest of his friends for no real reason. “Can you just...not tell him about this?”

Peter’s brows furrowed in confusion. Why wouldn’t she want Mr. Stark knowing that she’d been with him?

Either way, he agreed, since he had a favor to ask of his own. “Only if you won’t.”

She gave him this dumbfounded look, and he knew he had to elaborate.

“He made me this suit before the whole thing with Captain America, so I thought he would keep giving me missions, but now it’s been months and he won’t return my calls. I’m lucky if I get through to Happy. He doesn’t want me getting involved in this stuff, so...”

It struck Y/N then how weird it was to hear a superhero talk about her family so casually. It didn’t seem possible that the two of them were in the same circles. Sure, she’d practically grown up with a few of the world’s most famous heroes, but somehow Spider-Man was different.

He was local. And elusive. A pure mystery to her.

“What exactly is this stuff?” She thought back to the weird glowing object in her bag, having almost forgotten it was there.

“I don’t know.” Peter shook his head, seemingly defeated. “I thought it was just neighborhood stuff, but those guns...I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Alien tech.” Y/N said without hesitation, although she wasn’t actually positive that’s what it was. “My dad has some in his workshop. It was leftover from the Battle of New York.”

“How does it work?” Peter found himself asking excitedly, easily pushing all the other revelations from this conversation to the back of his mind.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, looking away from him as her chest tightened with emotion. “I’ve never gotten close enough to any of it to see. He likes to keep me out of things too...”

It was at that moment, as a breath of silence settled between them, that they realized she was still in his arms. Y/N’s face erupted with heat and she quickly pushed herself away from him. Once her feet were back on the ground, they both stepped backward to create some much needed distance.

“I, ah...better get back...”

“Yeah, yeah. I have to go too...”

They looked at each other for a few long moments. It was at if neither of them truly wanted to separate, but knew they had to. It was clear, though, that they’d just formed some kind of connection.

Y/N felt something strange—and wildly inappropriate—brewing in her chest. A certain kind of attraction toward the masked hero she’d never considered before. It appalled her, honestly. It wasn’t like she hated the guy, but she certainly didn’t like him. And she had no idea who he was. He could be eight years old, for all she knew.

With that realization, she turned on her heel and stalked down the narrow entrance to the Avengers Tower, her face still burning. She heard the thwip of Spider-Man’s webbing and knew he’d be gone if she looked back. So she didn’t.

She pressed her hand against the touchpad outside the front door and quickly slipped inside once it recognized her prints. She sighed heavily and let herself fall back against the door, the comfort of home enveloping her.

The peace was short lived, however, as she caught sight of her mother waiting expectantly behind the bar to her left. With a glass of red wine in hand, her knowing gaze shifted from the helipad outside to Y/N’s stiff frame.

She took a slow sip, eyes narrowing over the rim of the glass.

“You’re so grounded.”

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Not So Honest (M)

Word Count: 9322 (Reposted) (Wonhopes Masterlist)

Jungkook has got a pretty BIG problem, and he desperately asks you for your help.

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Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Dingdongdingdongdingdon-

You let out a heavy sigh, pausing your show as you get up from the couch to answer the door. That annoying repetitive doorbell rings could only come from one person.

“YAH! Where’s your fucking keys you brat-“ You stop mid-sentence from yelling at him because your eyes catch onto the large package he’s struggling to hold along with a mountain of grocery bags in his hands.

“Yeah, I forgot them this morning and remembered once I was at the store. By the way, this was at the doorstep-“ You immediately snatch it out of his grasp, twirling around as you let go of the door and let it slam back in his face. You run to the table, squealing as you set it down to try and go look for something to open it with. “My package arrived!”

You hear the front door rattle a few times before its shoved open again, him struggling to get all the bags in as he forces the door closed with a bang. “What the fuck Y/N? And I don’t even get a thank you for picking that up for you?”

“I didn’t ask for your help, Jungkook,” You replied, waving him off before you walked back over to your package.

You’ve been waiting a whole two weeks for another one of these Amazon packages. You did a little contract with some sellers there that you would test out their products for free and give your honest review in return that you get free samples of the items. So far you’ve gotten blenders, make up, wireless head phones, even a decent cellphone all for free. And all you had to do was type up a quick, honest review with the pros and cons of the product that took less than 5 minutes, then you could enjoy all your free shit. Did I say free already?

“What’s in the package? Another crappy phone?” Jungkook yells from the kitchen, placing all the food in their designated locations. You let out another heavy sigh before responding to him. “Why do you care? Go hangout with Jimin and suck each other’s dicks or something.”

“You’re just jealous cause I could probably get more dick or actually scratch that, any dick at all compared to you if I really wanted to.” You shot him a glare and he smirks, then sticks his tongue out before placing the milk in the fridge.

God, you hated that brat. You’ve hated him for so many years, basically all of your life since you’ve known each other since elementary. Your parents were great friends so you always had to hang out with him when you would go to each other’s houses, dealing with him pulling your hair and stealing all your food and toys from you almost three times a week. Once you hit high school you were even forced to baby sit him even though you were only two years older, but his parents baby him so much and think he’s not fit to stay alone in his own damn home that they’d throw him over at yours.

Even now, as two damn grown adults you are still stuck with him, forced to share an apartment since you two go to the same college because his parents don’t trust him alone or with strangers. It was a living nightmare since you basically had no privacy with this brat, always meddling in your stuff and your life and him walking out of his room practically naked every damn day. Sure, he’s grown up really well, and he’s always been cute I guess, but holy hell he gets on your nerves so much he’s lost the on chance that you would ever find him attractive. The only upside to this is that you get help paying rent, but honestly you think you’d rather live on the streets than be with this annoying kid.

At least your annoyance will be at its minimal today, too excited to let him cloud your day when you got more cool free shit-

“What the fuck?” You spit, eyes bugged and jaw dropped once you comprehend exactly what Amazon just sent to you.

“What? Another flip phone or some shit- woah,” Jungkook’s eyes widened as well once he peeks over your shoulder to see what the big deal was.

Sex toys.

Not one, not two.

A whole box full.

There were different kinds of toys like vibrators and silicone dicks in all the colors you could possibly imagine. You didn’t even know what half the shit in that box was either; there were weird looking eggs to obscure shaped things you assumed were supposed to replicate a dick but had an extended side that you couldn’t figure out what it was actually intended to do. You pulled out a box and on the cover read Sassy Anal Beads in fancy cursive lettering, finally making you lose your patience.

“Why the fuck would they send me this shit!?” You huffed, tossing the stuff back in the box. You had no use for any of this. Sure, they could keep you company since you were single as hell but you really wished they would have sent you something way more useful.

“Maybe they knew you needed it— OW!” Jungkook yelps as you punch him in the chest. He pouts as he clutches onto his pecs but you just roll your eyes.

“Shut up, you deserved it.” You walk back to the couch and plop on it with a sigh, resuming your TV show.

“Aren’t you supposed to review all this shit?” He says, digging through some more of the box as he pulls an unrealistic sized purple dildo.

“I’m not going to bother. I’ll just say they were all shitty or something,” You say as you bring your feet up to the coffee table.

“Well that’s not really fair. You have to give your honest opinion. What if King Cock Deluxe deserves five stars?” He snickers, waving it over in front of your face.

You scrunch your face in disgust, “Stop being gross.”

He laughs and tosses it back in the box, then pulls out another item. “What the hell is this thing?”

You see him examining it in his hands, his face scrunching up in confusion. It was small and black, a ring attached to the end and the top having two protruding bumps.

You’ve actually heard of that one before from one of your girl friends who was gushing all about it. It was a rabbit designed cock ring, the two ends from the top was actually a vibrator so when you had sex the “rabbit ears” would stimulate your clit. Your friend said although it looked really ugly it really did the trick, but her boyfriend never liked using it because it was way too tight on him.

“It’s a cock ring,” You said unamused, standing up to walk over to the kitchen.

“Cock ring?” Jungkook responded, still sounding confused as ever.

“Did I stutter?” You said, digging through the pantry.

“Does it make you feel really good or something?”

You turn back to face him so you can yell at him for asking so many questions, but stopped once you saw his face. He was still looking at the toy, examining it in his hand intensely.

A small smile crept on your lips, and you’re glad he was still too focused on the toy in his hands to see. “Yeah Jungkook, it makes you feel real good.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, but quickly replaces his surprise with a lazy smirk. “Yeah right, this free shit would never work.” He tosses the toy back into the box.

You snicker at his response. How has he never heard of a cock ring? Was he that inexperienced? Jungkook’s a grown man, but you’ve always seen him as the little brat next door. “I mean, I heard that got a lot of positive feedback for being one of the best sex toys out there. Men go crazy about it,” You chimed in, continuing to tease him.

“That piece of rubber? Bullshit.” He walks back into the kitchen, throwing some more groceries into the fridge. After a couple of minutes of silence and fixing up the kitchen, Jungkook speaks up again.

“I mean, what does it even do? How is it that good?”

“I don’t know, but must be pretty amazing.” You were getting kind of tired of your little white lie, and his constant repetitiveness of the topic was staring to annoy you. Before he was about to speak up again you interrupted him.

“Jungkook! I told you to buy some more damn cereal!” You whack him on the back of the head and he groans.

“I got most of the stuff on the list!” He pouts.

“You had one job kid, and now we got milk and no cereal.” You huff, walking over to grab your purse. “I always have to do things on my own around here. I’ll be back in a bit.” You grab your keys and walk out the door.

You finally made your way back home after being stuck in traffic for a good thirty minutes just for some cereal. Damn that Jeon kid for forgetting one measly thing.

You were starving since you hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and you were too lazy to cook anything so why not just have some cereal? You walk to the kitchen to pull out a bowl, opening the box of Frosted Flakes and filling it up to the brim. You walk over to the fridge to grab the milk, opening the door. You were met with nothing but water bottles on the top shelf and some groceries at the bottom. Confused, you looked all over the sides and in the drawers. There was a whole carton before you left and now it disappeared!

Then it clicked in your head. Your eyebrows crinkled and you let out a heavy sigh, closing the fridge. “JUNGKOOK!”

That damn kid always brings the carton of milk into his room, sometimes drinking it straight out of the container. You hated sharing food with him for this very reason, and you should really get him to stop drinking that shit because he’s getting way too big for his own good.

You waited for a good minute just to give him mercy, but by now he should have answered you, walking out of his room with a yeah, yeah as he brings the carton back out.

But there was complete silence.

You groan, walking down the hall to where your bedrooms were. He better have a good ass explanation for why he hasn’t answered you by now. You twist the knob and roughly push the door open. “Where’s the fucking milk Jungkook?!”

You pause at the door, making eye contact with a seemingly alarmed Jungkook. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed faced away from you, shirtless again, head turned with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly ajar. He looks like a deer in the headlights, his hand clutching onto the sheets crumpled beside him.

“You’re just sitting there doing nothing but didn’t bother answering me?” You thought it was a little weird, but quickly brushed it off.

“Um—well, I—“ Before he can give you an explanation, your eyes catch the item you were looking for at the night stand beside where he was sitting.

“There it is, I fucking knew it!” You strode over to the carton.

“NO! DON’T COME HERE!” He hollers, causing you to stop in your tracks.

“Whoa no need to yell, what’s on your dick?”

“N-NOTHING! Just…go to the store and get more! This is my milk!”

You could have sworn you felt a vein pop out of your temple at his remark. “I just came from the damn store! That’s a brand new carton! And my milk your ass I paid for that!”

You were seriously getting tired of him. When will you finally be able to get away from him? 5 years? 10 years? Are you really going to have to spend the rest of your life with this brat?

You don’t even know why you’re listening to him at the moment. You can do whatever you want, he can’t stop you. You continue to make a beeline to your milk, running past him to grab it and run out. Your feet catches onto his blanket, causing you to trip over and onto the floor in front of him with a loud thump.

You groan on the floor, pushing the sheet off of you and sitting up as you rub your head. You turn your head to look at a mortified Jungkook, completely colorless as he stares back at you in complete fear and embarrassment. Confused, you were about to ask what his problem was but your eyes flicked south.

A mere inches from your face was his dick in his hand, semi hard and just…all out there. What definitely made your jaw drop was that right at the base was a familiar looking object, black with bunny ears sticking out at the top.

You covered your mouth, embarrassed to have caught him in the act but also trying so hard not to laugh in front of his face because you cannot believe he’s actually doing this.

“Y/N, I-I can explain-“

You get up on your feet and grab the milk from the night stand, walking straight to the door avoiding eye contact with him. “No need to Kook, pretty self-explanatory. You have fun with that!”

You just wanted to get out of there as quick as possible before it could get even more awkward, but he calls out to you, making you stop.

“No wait! Don’t go! I-Um…”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and watch you jack off you have another thing coming-“

“NO! It’s not that! Why the fuck would I ask you that? I’m not some sicko.”

“Says the one with a bunny cock ring on his dick-”

“OKAY! You got me there,” He sighs. “But I was just curious! What was so good about this piece of plastic? And then I put it on a-and…”

“And what?” It probably didn’t feel good as he expected it to. Hell, it’s supposed to be the complete opposite.

“Well, it’s kind of…kind of stuck.”

A few seconds of silence pass as you comprehend what he just said, then you burst out laughing. He jumped in his seat, surprised by your reaction but then gives you a glare and a pout. “Why are you laughing?!”

You grab onto your sides, tears coming out of your eyes. You just can’t control yourself. This dumb kid has a sex toy stuck on him and he can’t get it off.

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry! It’s just so…so hilarious. Wow.” You wipe the tears from your cheeks as the last bits of chuckles come spewing out.

“It’s not funny! It won’t come off…a-and it really hurts.”

You can hear the pain in his voice and for a second you actually felt bad for him. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him that much.

But then again, he deserves it.

“Well, seems like you got a real problem on your hands. I’ll leave ya to it.” You say as you start walking out the door.

“Y/N WAIT! You have to help me!”

You turn back to face him, your brows knitting in confusion. “And why do I have to do that?”

“Please Y/N, you know I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t mean it.”

You stare at him for a moment, taking in his facial features. You were a couple of feet away from him but from there you could see the tears threatening to fall from his big doe eyes. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, probably to stop it from quivering in front of you. His broad shoulders visibly shook, and you sigh. He must really be in pain.

“Please, Noona.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by his response. He hasn’t called you Noona for years. The last time he called you that was years ago, during a small phase where he was actually really sweet and nice to you. You actually loved that Jungkook back then, but then he went a full 180 on you and went back to being a brat.

You bite your lip, contemplating on what to do. He winces in pain and lets out a long drawn out whimper, which immediately shot to your core. What the fuck?

You don’t know what overcame you but you had the sudden urge to touch him.

What the hell were you thinking?

You just want to help him, that’s all.

You let out a heavy sigh, then placed the milk on the TV stand, proceeding to walk over to him. “Fine, let’s just get this over with. I don’t want your parents to blame me for not watching you and you coming home dickless.”

His eyes light up in admiration for you, excited to finally be free of this dumb torture-like pleasure free device. You stop in front of him, sitting on your knees as you push his legs apart to get a better look.

Surprisingly, Jungkook didn’t have a micro penis like you thought he had all these years. It was actually really, really generous, probably one of the biggest you’ve seen. No wonder this kid had a big ego.

“Alright, let’s see what we got.” As awkward as this was supposed to feel, it didn’t feel as weird as you thought it would. Why did it feel normal to be on your knees in front of Jungkook’s dick? You honestly didn’t want to think about why other than the fact that you’ve known him all your life and being naked in front of each other probably isn’t a big as a deal as you would imagine. You guys used to bathe naked all the time; that counts for something right?

“Wow Kook, you got it lodged pretty good. How the fuck did you get that all the way up there?” You stared at the small device, tightly clenching the base of his shaft.

“I-I thought it was supposed to hurt in the beginning, and then it would feel good later. That’s how sex is for girls, right?”

You snorted. “Does it look like you have a vagina, Jungkook? I mean maybe you will after your dick falls off-“

“Stop!” He whines, pouting at you. “Don’t say that! I would die without my dick.”

“That actually sounds like a good plan, maybe we should leave it then-“ He grabs your hands in his, squeezing them tightly as you were about to sit up again.

“Y/-Noona, please, please help me. I’ll be good to you from now on. I won’t be a brat anymore if you help me. Just…please.”

He softly caresses the back of your hand, looking at you again like a lost puppy.

Was Jungkook really being obedient right now? He seems like he would do anything for you, listened to anything you said. He seemed so…submissive.

You unintentionally licked your lips, but immediately came back to your senses. It was really getting hot in here and your hands were starting to sweat.

You ripped your hands away from him. “Okay, okay. Jeez.” You played it off like you weren’t phased by what he said and his sudden new name for you. You just needed to get this shit off of him and then you could finally eat. Starving yourself is definitely not good for your head.

You take in a deep breath, then reach for him. You didn’t want to bother addressing the elephant in the room, the surprisingly pretty big elephant in the room, because you didn’t want to make this even more awkward as it is. Asking if you could touch his dick would probably make this situation even worse, so you’re just gonna do what you need to do.

You grasp onto the base of his shaft where the toy is, tugging it forward in attempts to take it off.

“OW!” Jungkook yelps, grabbing your wrist. “You’re hurting me!”

“I barely even touched you brat, suck it up.” You whip your hand away from him, bringing it back to the toy.

He really got himself into a real mess here. There’s barely any space between the toy and his dick. Did he really think this wasn’t going to happen?

You attempt to pull at it again while your hand rested on his abdomen. You didn’t expect Jungkook’s abs to be so defined and rock solid under your fingertips, but you quickly brushed the thought away while you focused on the situation at hand.

When you pulled, the toy stayed put and your hand ended up grasping through the rest of his length to the tip, leaving you empty handed. You cupped the toy again, firmly pressing against his stomach while you pulled again, only to bring your hand against him again without the toy. You hear him whimper under your touch but again you don’t let it get to you, thinking he’s just being a little wuss about the pain again. After another attempt of tugging it off and your hand unintentionally grasping his length, you accidentally squeeze the end of his tip, feeling the warmth on your fingertips.

All of a sudden Jungkook lurches forward, putting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing tightly. His face is a few inches away from yours, his heavy pants tickling your face.

“Noona,” He chokes out.

You look up at him to see his adam’s apple bob, licking his partly chapped lips as he lets out open mouthed pants while his other hand clutches the bed sheet. You could see him breaking a sweat down his temple, looking so fucking hot for some strange reason but then something breaks your thoughts.

You feel a pulse under your touch, and you realize you’re still grasping his tip. You look down to see his dick erect, the tip partly red as you slowly feel the palm of your hand get wet. You slowly open your hand to see pre-cum leaking from his tip, some smeared along your hand.

You instantly get red, looking back up at Jungkook with the best glare you could muster up at the moment when in reality you’re freaking out and heating up inside. “What the fuck Jungkook!?”

You were about to stand up to leave when he grabs you again. “I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

“You’re gross!” You try to rip your hand away, but he keeps a firm grip.

“Y/N I’m sorry! Your hand just feels really, really soft…please, just help me get it off!” He pleads. “I’ll do anything Y/N. I promise!”

You look back at your hand covered in Jungkook’s residue, groaning at the sticky substance. You hate to admit that you loved the fact he got like that because of your hands, because of you touching him. You grab the blanket off the floor and wipe your hand, not wanting to think about it. You gulp once you face him again, his cock looking bigger than before and a bit more constricted against the toy.

You press your fingertips against the toy, attempting to twist it off of him. He whimpers, eyes shut tight as you can’t help but notice his stomach clench against your touch again.

“Noona, please...” He says again in what was like a husky whisper, sounding like he’s begging for you. The high pitched whine that came after striked right at your core, causing you to bite your lip. Your stomach was doing somersaults as you tried so heavily to focus on getting this damn toy off of him, but he was making this so, so hard. No pun intended.

You tried whatever you could, pushing it upwards and to the side and downwards, but none of it seemed to be working.

“I think we need to get some oil or something and maybe it’ll slip off,” You thought. “I’ll go get some in the kitchen.”

“You won’t find any,” He said hesitantly.

“What do you mean? I thought you just bought some?”

“I…was that on the list too?” He looks at your warily, biting his bottom lips as he slowly cowers away.

Your eyes turned to slits as your brows crinkled in distress again, letting out a long, slow sigh. “Well, I can’t think of anything else.”

“Why don’t you spit on it?” Your eyes bugged out while you looked at him like crazy woman. What did he just say?

“What?” You say, looking at him incredulously.

“Well, water isn’t going to work. We don’t have anything else and that’s all I could think of.”

“Do it yourself!” You yell, red as a tomato at what he just actually asked for you to do.

“I can’t! My hands are too big! Your hands are perfect and it’s easier if someone else does it. I’ll just hurt myself. Please, just do it it’ll work!” He pouts at you again, biting his bottom lip as he shifts uncomfortably on the bed. “You’re so gentle Noona. Help me,” He begs.

You know his words weren’t supposed to sound dirty in any way, but god why do you keep thinking like that?

Your empty stomach was messing with your head. Not only was your head throbbing, but you can’t ignore the ache between your legs either. You thought of just telling him to fuck off and leave him there to figure it out himself, but he speaks up again.

“It really hurts…I’m begging you Y/N,” He whimpers, whispering your name with a groan at the end. You notice his uneven breaths as his stomach vibrates, his veins protruding along his arms as he still clenches the sheets, the other hand holding onto his hard cock. He grasps himself, letting out a high pitched whine as he grits his teeth, seeing his eyes water yet again from his action.

You gulp at the sight of him before you, so helpless and vulnerable that causes your core throb even more.

You press your thighs together to ease the tension. You don’t know why such a helpless Jungkook was turning you on uncontrollably, and you’d love to see how much more he could beg and sob under your touch if he’d allow you to.

You shake your head, pulling yourself out of your crazy thoughts. This is getting really bad and you knew you had to get away from him quick. You needed this to be over as soon as possible.

“Fuck, okay! But we’re never fucking talking about this again. This never happened,” You say as you kneel in front of him again. You bring a hand to your face, spitting into it and smearing it along your palm. You cup the base of his shaft and glide your palm around the skin near the toy, trying to lubricate it as much as you can.

“It’s not enough Y/N, just spit directly on it,” He groans. You were going to yell at him for telling you what to do, but spared him once you saw his flushed and pained expression. You silently obeyed, sitting up so your face hovered over his dick. You collected enough saliva in your mouth and spit on the skin below the toy, letting the liquid slip down and over his cock. You bring your fingertips to massage the area, spreading your fluid as much as you can over him. Once you think it’s enough, you try pulling the toy again but it still didn’t budge.

“I-I think you still need to add more,” He pants.

“You think I got gallons worth Jungkook? That I’m a human sprinkler?” You spew.

“Well how about you just use your mouth?” He said nonchalantly.

You gaped at him, about to tell him off but then he cuts you off. “It would be easier! You wouldn’t have to keep spitting and have it dry up. You can get it all over and then it would pop right off!”

Your patience was really wearing thin with this kid. But then he grabs you by shoulders, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours.

“You’re my only hope Noona. You can only help me with this. I’ll do whatever you want after I promise.”

“I swear I’ll be a good boy.”

Good boy?

Hearing that made the last strings of your sanity cut loose.

Fuck it.

You push him away by his chest abruptly, making him almost fall back on the bed. He caught himself before he could fall, hands flat against the bed. Before he could ask you what your problem was, you flatten your tongue along the base of his shaft.

“Y/N!” He moans aloud, bucking his hips up and into your face. You glide your tongue along his vein, swirling your tongue against his tip. You press an open mouthed kiss, then wrap the tip around the lips as you suck lightly.

“Oh fuck! Noona,” He rasps, trying so hard not to lose control and grab your hair to push you further into him. His moans egg you on and you tease his slit, earning another strangled moan of your name from him. Then you bring your mouth down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch.

You try your best to use your tongue, trying to wet every inch of his throbbing cock until you finally reach the base where the toy was. You hear him panting like he just ran a marathon above you, groaning as he watches your pretty lips around his thick member.

“Your mouth is so warm, it feels so good,” He groans, licking his lips before he gulps as he watches you intently. You stop your movements and look up to him, making direct eye contact. He looks at you in confusion, seeing the subtle glint in your eyes. Before he could say anything you swallow hard, causing him to thrash his head back and fist your hair.

“Fucking shit!” He moans, bucking his hips upward into you, causing the tip to hit the back of his throat. It hurt of course, but seeing the way he reacts to your ministrations was definitely worth it.

You pull your mouth off of him just until the tip, then bring him all into your mouth once again, sucking harshly.

“Holy fuck Y/N,” he moans, grasping the back of your head as you bob up and down his length.

“Keep fucking doing that.” You scratch his thighs, telling him that you’re the one in control instead of him before grazing your teeth slightly against his length. He whines in response, slightly nudging your hair back to stop you.

“Y-Y/N please…I’m sorry, just please keep going.” You release him with a pop, wiping the saliva from your chin as you look at him with a glare.

“Why are you telling me what to do? I thought you said you’d be a good boy?” You say as you slightly dig your nails into his massive thighs once again. “Or should I stop?”

“No! No please! Don’t stop I’ll be good I promise!” He whimpers at you, bringing his hand to your cheek to slowly caress your face.

“I’ll be good Noona.” You pretend to contemplate on your answer when you definitely weren’t going to leave him like this now, but you seem to think he’s had enough when you see his arm shake and his lips quiver.

“You better be.” You bring your mouth back to him, sinking your mouth down his hardened length as you take all of him again. You didn’t really think of Jungkook as the vocal type, but hearing him shamelessly moan and whimper your name aloud to the point the next door neighbors could hear heightened your ego tenfold.

You release him, bringing your hand up and down his shaft. You lift his dick so it’s against his stomach, about to run your tongue against him once again when you noticed something odd. A very thin line was visible on the cock ring, located on the bottom side of his dick. You bring your face closer to the line, looking at it curiously. Very small and slightly faint read the letters OPEN right above the line, in bold lettering.

Aha! You thought. Finally. Before you could bring your hand to the little slit, Jungkook calls out to you.

“Why did you stop? I’m being good Noona. Please, keep going.” He cries, and you swear it’s a tear that slips from his eyes and down his cheek than his sweat.

You lick your lips, looking back down at the toy then back at his cock.

He deserves this for being a brat all these years.

You look back up at him, giving him a sweet smile which felt seemingly odd to him. You never smiled like that at him. “Okay, since you’re being so good for me Kook,” You say sweetly.

“Why are you- fuck!” Jungkook groans when you take him all in one go, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You slightly gag, your mouth so full from his thick length but you push through it. You wanted to see this boy suffer.

You continue to go all out, hollowing your cheeks and deep throating him in the best ways possible, drowning in all his whines and cries of your name and how you were so fucking good.

“N-Noona, fuck, I think I’m gonna-“ You smile at his words.

Any second now.

At one particularly harsh suck he grabs your head, sinking you further down his cock as your mouth hits the toy. He moans at first but quickly cries in agony, fisting your hair harshly as you try to focus relaxing your throat.

“What…What the fuck…?” He whimpers, eyes squinting closed as he groans.

You release him with a pop, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “What’s wrong Kook?”

“I-There’s something wrong,” He says, grabbing his dick and wincing.

“Does it still hurt Jungkook? You want Noona to make you feel good?” You pull his hand away from him, grasping his length once again and pumping up and down slowly. He cries again, grabbing your wrist to stop your movements. “It fucking hurts Noona. What’s happening?” He sounded so lost, so helpless.

You never thought yourself to be a sadist but fuck, you loved it.

“Shh, Kookie,” You slowly rise to your feet, standing between his legs as you grab onto his shoulder. You bring a finger to his chin, lifting his head so he can look up to you. “Let Noona help you. I’ll make you feel real good.” With that, you pushed him harshly on the chest, causing him to fall back into the sheets. You quickly shimmy out of your shorts leaving you in your black lacy underwear, then turn back to him.

You lick your lips, staring at him sprawled on his bed looking so fucked out, completely naked. You climb up over him, bringing one leg over to straddle his waist.

“Y/N, what are you-“ You muffled him with a kiss, soft and sweet at first but slowly getting rougher to the touch as seconds go by. He moans when you bite his bottom lip, allowing you to delve your tongue into his hot cavern. His hands quickly find purchase on the soft flesh of your hips, holding you tightly. You suck on the tip of his tongue, earning you a groan.

You bring your mouth to his ear, nibbling his lobe before you whisper, “Just relax, Kook. And let Noona do all the work.”

You rise above him, your hands running along his arms as you meet his hands on your hips. You bring your hands to the hem of your shirt, quickly lifting it off of you and exposing your matching black lace bra.

“God damn,” he choked, eyes as wide as saucers as his mouth gaped at your beautiful figure. You chuckle at his response, then bring your hand down to your underwear. You rubbed yourself through the fabric, lightly moaning as you feel your juices seep through. You were definitely ready for him already. You use two fingers to hook your underwear, pushing it to the side while using your other hand to grab his dick.

He groans, watching your movements as you align yourself with his dick.

“Y/N, are you sure you- ahh!” His nails dig into your hips as you slowly sink onto him, your mouth slightly ajar as he fills you up perfectly.

His length and girth is the perfect size for you, filling you up to the brim as you settle perfectly onto his cock. You moan once your ass meets his thighs, sitting still as you adjust to the new found fullness.

Then, you move. You bring yourself off of him until just the tip is left, then sit back down with a slap. You moan at the sensation, but Jungkook is crying from your action.

“Holy f-fuck! Fuckkk,” He whimpers, chest heaving as you bring yourself up only to come down with another harsh slap. You continue these movements until you set a steady pace, bouncing on his length.

“Y/N! Oh my god, fuck, fuck Noona,” He writhes below you, looking like he’s about to lose his mind as he twists his head back and forth with his eyes tightly shut.

“You feel so fucking good, god, keep going please,” He whines, continuously licking his lips as his mouth constantly lets out a string of profanities and whimpers.

“Am I making you f-feel good, Kook? Ah, fuck,” You groan, speeding up your pace as the room fills with constant slap, slap, slaps.

“Yes yes yes, fuck yes, you’re so fucking good, I’m losing my mind,” He chokes, bringing one hand to squeeze your ass while the other tightly grasps onto your upper thigh. You continue going hard against him, him hitting you so deep and in just the right spots. Every time you drop down you feel something hitting against your flesh, then you look down.

You forgot the cock ring was still stuck on him, then realize it was the bunny ears. Memories of your friend saying how good the vibrator was rushed into your head, then you bring one of your hands to the toy. You press the switch on the toy, the low buzz sounds filling the room along with Jungkook’s whines. Once you sink down onto him again the product lands right on your clit, vibrating at an inhumane speed which causes your eyes to roll back.

“Oh my fucking god!” You scream, pausing your movements as you let the vibrator run against your bundle of nerves. You’ve never felt anything like it before.

You attempt to squeeze your thighs together, slowly rotating your hips instead as you let the vibrations of the toy work its magic against you. You moan aloud again, throwing your head back as the feeling of Jungkook’s cock so deep inside you along with the toys ministrations make your mind go hazy. All of a sudden you feel Jungkook’s hips lurch forward, pounding into you from below as he holds you by the hips to keep you still.

“Jungkook!” You scream, scratching his chest with his hands as he takes over.

“Y-You’re getting tighter on me, fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He moans, filling you to the brim each time as the toy continues to rub against your clit.

You can’t contain your voice now, moaning nonstop as Jungkook keeps ramming into you, the toy helping you reach your high quicker than you ever thought possible. After a few more strokes you come undone, moaning loudly as you tightly clench Jungkook’s dick. He lets out a deep groan, continuously thrusting into you as you ride out your high.

“Y/N, Y/N, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna-“ Jungkook grabs onto your ass tightly, letting out a strangled moan. You watch as his head falls back into the bed, his stomach clenching tightly as he releases a choked sob. You felt his cock throb from within you, but no release. The side of your mouth twitches upward, but when you see his eyes fill with tears once again, him crying aloud, you finally actually start feeling bad.

You lift your hips, letting his hard cock slip out of you as you roll over beside him. You take a few seconds to catch your breath. You’re about to sit up to take the cock ring off of him but all of a sudden he rolls over to hover above you, spreading your legs open and pushing your panties to the side.

“Hey, what-“ He grabs his cock and roughly shoves himself into you again, causing you to throw your head back with a moan. He has his hands on either side of your head, then brings his mouth to your ears.

“You’re so fucking tight Noona, you feel so warm.” He grabs your hips as he starts pummeling into you, making your eyes roll back.

“You’re fucking hot as hell, you moaning my name and coming all over my cock,” He grunts, “You don’t know how many times I’ve came imagining what just happened. But why can’t I fucking come now?”

“J-Jungkook, stop,” You moan, trying to get him to stop so you can take the ring off of him. But he doesn’t let up, too focused on trying to reach his release as he fucks you harder, grunting and growling as he picks up his pace. The toy continues to buzz, occasionally rolling over your nub if Jungkook angles it the right way, causing you to yell out. He spreads your legs further, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder to reach into you deeper.

“That picture of you bouncing on my dick, fucking me, using me to make you feel good, I never imagined how fucking sexy you’d actually look. And the way you moan my name, fuck I’ll come just from thinking about that next time I touch myself,” He groans, reaching behind you to rip off your bra. His mouth latches onto your nipple, sucking your breast as you grab his head to bring him closer. He laps your nub, licking up the valley of your breasts and brings his lips to yours.

You moan into his mouth, allowing him to ravage you some more. He brings both of your legs around his waist and you cross them, shoving himself into you faster. At this angle the toy is hitting directly on your clit each time he pounds into you, making you scream out his name as you clutch the bedsheets beside you.

“Jungkook!” You moan his name like a mantra, your release getting closer and closer. He continues kissing you, and after a few more deep strokes you come all over him again, squeezing him so hard he yells your name aloud, his cock throbbing uncontrollably as you clench tightly around him. His hands are holding your hips so tightly you know there’s going to be bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. You move your hips against him as you embrace the waves of pleasure, panting as you finally go limp. You’re about to slowly doze off from being so tired, wiping the sweat along your temple when you hear another choked sob. Jungkook pulls out of you, his dick still hard and swelled. The tip looks painfully red, the rest of his shaft looking constricted as he whimpers again.

“I-I fucking can’t,” He cries, his cheeks red and wet with tears of frustration as he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Oh Kook,” You bite your lip. Maybe you really went too far.

You crawl over to him on his knees, carefully touching his length. He winces at your touch, whimpering as you lift it up. You press the button to turn off the vibrations, then use your fingernail to dig into the slit of the toy, pulling it forward as it pops open. He groans in relief as you slowly drag the toy off of him, tossing it to the side.

“And that’s what you get for being a brat all these years.” You say as you plop onto his bed, grabbing the sheets to cover yourself.

“What?” He looks at you confused, then his eyes widen.

“Wait…you fucking knew?”

You chuckle, “Of course, who doesn’t fucking know what a cock ring does? It stops you from coming, Kook.” You shuffle onto your side, getting ready to fall asleep.

“So you fucked with me this whole time?” He said in a low tone, venom laced in his voice.

“Fucked and fucked,” You said. “You’ve always fucked with me all these years. I was just making it even. Also we’re not telling anyone about this, okay?” You pointed back and forth from yourself to him, then plopped back onto the pillow.

Silence filled the room and you accepted it with open arms. You were just completely exhausted at this point, not having really expected such a good fuck from Jungkook. But hey, he made you feel good and you got your revenge, so it all works out. You were slowly slipping off into dreamland but all of a sudden the sheets are ripped off of you. Your legs were pulled downward, dragging your head off the pillow.

“What the fuck-“ Jungkook grabs your waist and flips you over onto your stomach, pushing your head down into the mattress while your ass is raised in the air. You attempt to turn around to ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing, but you cry as a hard slap echos in the room.

He smooths his rough palm against your right cheek where he spanked you, then brings his hand once again over the spot making you choke.

“You think this is a fucking joke? Making me lose my fucking mind, not letting me come three times?”

“Let go brat-“

Slap.

“The girl of my fucking dreams comes in here and sucks me off, fucks me twice, yet I couldn’t even fucking enjoy it cause I was in so much pain? You know how fucking horrible that is?” He grabs your underwear, tearing it in half as he lets it fall on the bedspread.

“Jungkook-ahh!” You moan once he brings his hand to your core, running his fingers along your slit.

“You call me a brat all the time, yell at me, yet I do everything for you,” He says as he lets a finger slip in, pumping into you as your wet juices fall down your thighs. “But you didn’t even let me come once.”

“Jungkook I can’t, not anymore,” You whimper, fisting the sheets as he plunges a second finger into you.

“Oh you can’t? But you came so many times Noona. Fuck, I even called you Noona cause I knew you secretly loved that,” He grunts. “I hate saying that. But I did it for you, to make you feel good Y/N.”

“Please,” You beg, trying to move away from his touch. But he doesn’t let up, continuing to touch you.

“I think you can go again. You never do anything for me, so you can do this. I haven’t even come yet,” He drags his fingers out of you, then leans forward so his dick sat against your cheeks and his chest leaned against your back. He brings his fingers to your lips, prodding them at your entrance. “Suck.”

You complied, opening your mouth as you lapped up your juices on him. You hear him groan behind you, slowly rubbing his length against your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” He leans back, pumping himself a few times before he aligns his tip at your entrance. You were going to attempt to stop him again but he pounds right into you, causing your face to fall flat onto the sheets.

He immediately starts off rough and fast, holding you by the hips as he drags you to him, fucking you onto him. You mewl, so sensitive from the last two rounds that you didn’t have the strength to do anything.

“Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” He groans, “God, I imagined fucking you so many times before, but I never thought it’d feel this good.”

“Jungkook…” You moan, slowly feeling the coiling in your stomach return.

“All these years Y/N, having to deal with seeing you in those short shorts, those low tops, fuck, you were such a fucking tease,” His thighs slap harder against your ass.

“Did I ever tell you I walked in on you changing once? I fucking ran to my room and jacked off that entire night to that image.” You moaned in response, thinking about the thought of Jungkook touching himself, pumping his shaft hard and fast as he thought of you, moaning your name as he came. And he was only a couple of feet away from you in the other room.

“But I never did anything about it, because you always treated me as the little brat next door,” He growled, flipping you over so you were on your back, then pushing himself right back in.

“Tell me Y/N, do you still think of me as a kid?” He grabbed one of your breasts, kneading it as he sucked on the other. “Would some brat make you feel this fucking good?”

You moaned in response, grabbing his hair as you tried to pull him closer to you. He sucked harder, pinching your nub between his fingers as he continued thrusting you at a harsh pace. He let you go, rising up to adjust you again, hooking his arms around your thighs as he fucked you into his mattress.

“Fuck, Jungkook! Oh my fucking god,” You moan aloud, slightly arching your back as he drilled into you, making your body slowly inch upward and closer to the bedframe. The hinges squeaked uncontrollably, the bed frame hitting against the wall each time he thrusted into you.

The angle was causing you to see stars, his length hitting you in your deepest and most pleasurable spot.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna-“

He immediately stops his movements, causing you to groan at the loss of your blissful release.

“Why the fuck did you stop!?” You yell, tears of frustration clouding your vision.

He smirks at you in return, leaning forward until his face is a mere inches from yours.

“I don’t think you deserve it. Why should I let you come again?” You try to move in response, but he still has his arms around your legs, keeping you in place.

“Please,” You beg, wanting nothing more than to just drown in euphoric feeling of letting go against him.

“How are you gonna make me?”

“I’ll do anything! I won’t call you brat anymore! Just please, let me come,” You whimper, bringing your hands to cup his face.

“Hmm…” He contemplates for a little while, then you whine another please before he chuckles.

“You’ll do anything?”

“Anything.”

“Will you be my girlfriend after this?”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, not expecting that request at all. You thought he’d want you to suck his dick again, which you wouldn’t mind. But girlfriend?

He grabs your hand into his, then slowly caresses his face into your touch. He turns his face to kiss the inside of your palm, then each of your fingertips.

“I’ve loved you since I was 7. You’re the only girl for me, and we’re practically going to be together for the rest of our lives cause of our parents. My parents don’t want me to be with anyone else either, so we already have their blessing.” He smiles at your speechless face, then brings himself forward to give you a kiss on the nose.

Butterflies fill your stomach, and you feel like you can’t breathe for a moment. This brat has been with you for so long you never realized you actually loved him too, and you wouldn’t know what you would do without him.

“So do I take that as a yes?” He says, peppering sweet kissing along your jawline.

You bite your lips, but slowly your mouth curves into a smile. “You’re such a greaseball.”

He chuckles, bringing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, melting into his kiss.

“Okay not to ruin the moment but I’m kind of fucking dying here and I feel like my dick is going to fall off,” He groans, feeling him still hard within you.

You giggle, giving him one last kiss on the lips before moving away from him. “Where do you want to come?”

“Fuck,” He grunts, licking his lips as he contemplates.

“I want to come inside you.” You nod at his response, “That’s fine, I’m on the pill. And how do you want me?”

“On top.” You nod again, smiling at him as you lift yourself up, changing positions with him. He falls back on the sheets and groans while he watches you straddle him, lining his cock with your soaking entrance. Once again you sink onto him, allowing him to fill you up to the brim. Both of you sigh in content, him kneading your breasts and you holding onto his chest.

You quickly start bouncing on him, wanting him to have his relief as quickly as possible. He groans as your ass slaps against his thighs harshly every time you come down, eyes closed shut as his mouth hangs open. You clench against him, trying to milk him out for his release, and he moans your name louder. You feeling the throbbing occur and you know he’s close. You were so focused on trying to get him off that you didn’t realize Jungkook reached for the toy again, turning the power on as the slight buzzing filled the room. Your eyes pop open and you cry aloud once he presses the vibrator part of the cock ring against your clit, making you writhe above him.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Jungkook, fuck,” You mewl, moving faster against him as he keeps the toy against your bundle of nerves.

“Come on Y/N, come for me babe. Come all over my cock,” He grunts, and after a few more seconds of the toy against you you let go, lurching forward as you throw your head against Jungkook’s chest, crying his name aloud. He grabs onto your hips and plants his feet flat on the bed, fucking you through your high, and after another half dozen strokes he chokes your name out, coming inside of you in long, hot spurts. Jungkook’s warmth felt nice inside you, and you continued moving as best you could until he finished, groaning as he slowly went limp inside of you.

Both of you were panting and you could feel his rapid heartbeat slow against your cheek. He brings a hand to brush through your hair, bringing a blanket to cover the both of you before wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I love you Y/N,” He said, kissing your temple.

“And I love sex toys now even though it hurt like a bitch, but at least it brought us together.” You slap his chest, causing him to let out a chuckle. “We should give it a 5 star review. The toy sucked ass for me but it also brought me this beautiful ass,” He said as he squeezed one of your cheeks. “Pretty great if you ask me.”

“You’re still dumb and a brat,” You said as you rested your chin on his firm chest, staring up at him. You leaned forward to kiss his bottom lip, right where his mole was that you always secretly adored.

“But honestly, I love you too.”

#jungkook #bts #fanfic #comedy #smut #notsohonest #wonhopes

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Lost and Found [Part Eleven]

Masterlist | Ao3

Despite the fact that he didn't get to bed until 2 AM that morning, Damian still woke up at 6 AM with the sunrise. Sleep deprivation was the last worry on his mind when his Soulmate - beautiful, breathtaking Marinette - was sleeping just one hall down from him.

He met Alfred in the kitchen, already preparing for the meals of the day. The waffle batter was already mixed, coffee was already brewing, and butter was already softening on the counter. "Do you need any help preparing breakfast?"

Alfred shook his head. "Thank you for the offer, but I pride myself in my ability to keep this kitchen under control, no matter how many visitors we have. Besides, I'm sure you would rather spend your morning getting ready for your day with your Soulmate than in the kitchen with me."

Damian nodded. "I'll see you at breakfast, then."

"I look forward to meeting Miss Dupain-Cheng."

Damian left the kitchen and made his way to the gardens, thinking about the night before.

They had gotten back to the Manor at 1:30 AM, too late for the Parisian guests to meet the Wayne family. Damian walked Marinette to her room to let her get some rest, wishing all the while that they could stay up together until the sunrise. Rationally, he knew that Marinette needed her sleep, especially with the drastic time change, but his emotions refused to let her go so soon. However, logic won out in the end, and he kissed her cheek and wished her goodnight. As Damian walked Chloé to her room, taking over for Jason while his brother packed his bags back in his Gotham apartment, Damian asked Chloé for a favor. There was a certain plan he wanted to put into action, that he needed some assistance with. Chloé agreed to help him out and their plan was set: in the morning, Chloé would bring Marinette to her room so that the two girls could get ready together, while Damian brought to Marinette's room a vase of fresh-cut flowers and a handwritten letter asking to take her on a date.

Chloé called his plan "sickeningly romantic", but said it with the sort of wistful smile that made Damian send a text to Jason advising his brother to bring flowers for his own Soulmate. Maybe it was sickeningly romantic, Damian thought over the concept, but he knew that it wasn't a bad thing. Emotions had been difficult for him at first, growing up the way he did, but he now knew better than to try and hide that part of himself from Marinette.

Damian already picked out which flowers to cut days in advance, fragrant purple wisteria and delicate white roses, which he got from the garden before the morning dew had burned off of them. He placed them in the glass vase, arranging and re-arranging them the whole way up to Marinette's room. He knocked on the door, and when there was no reply, he nudged it open. A flash of red by the window caught his eyes, but by the time his eyes focused on the spot, nothing was there. Shrugging it off as a trick of the light, Damian placed the vase of flowers on her bedside table and set down the note beside it. The note, which despite its simplicity had taken several drafts to perfect, read: Dear Marinette, I hope you slept well last night. Breakfast will be served at 8:00 AM. With your permission, I would like to spend today showing you around the city. Once the wedding approaches, I'm certain that we will both be busier, so I would like to get as much time with you now as possible. Sincerely, your Soulmate, Damian

With his plan completed, Damian left the room to go get ready for his first day with Marinette. He quickly sent a text to Chloé, giving her the all-clear to let Marinette return to her room.

Damian had just gotten out of the shower when he saw a note sitting on his bathroom counter. In what was unmistakably Marinette's handwriting, Dear Damian, I would love to go on a date with you today. Sincerely, your Soulmate, Marinette.

Damian breathed out a sigh of relief as the lingering doubt that Marinette might have changed her mind in the last six hours faded away. It is a silly fear, one that Damian wasn't used to indulging in. However, Marinette seemed to bring out all the little human characteristics that the League of Shadows had trained out of him when he was young. A younger Damian would have hated Marinette for it, but in the present day, in the privacy of his room, Damian smiled and let the feeling of relief wash over him.

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Marinette, Chloé, and Nino were all at the dining room table with Jon when Damian entered the room. Marinette brightened up as soon as she saw him. "Damian!" If Damian thought that Marinette looked beautiful last night (which he did) with tangled hair and tired eyes from a seven-hour plane ride, she looked downright breathtaking that morning, in a pretty pale pink dress, with her hair done up in a bun, tendrils curling around her face.

"Good morning, Marinette. I hope you slept well."

"I slept great." A look of annoyance took over Marinette's face. "Even though someone woke me up early on someone else's orders." Marinette's expression shifted from indignation to a bright smile. "I did appreciate the flowers, though, so thank you for those."

"You're very welcome." Damian was pleased that she liked them. He was a little troubled by how intently he was watching her facial expression. "Concerning our date tonight-"

Damian was cut off by the sound of voices coming down the hallway. Richard walked in beside Babs in her wheelchair, the couple having a lively debate about what to do for their respective bachelor and bachelorette parties. "We have to hire one. How often in your life do you get the opportunity to hire a stripper?" argued Babs.

"Alright," conceded Richard, "We get one stripper, and we have him split time between both parties. Now onto decorations - I'm thinking we each pick the decorations for each other's parties, and then it's like a surprise when we get there. And I'm not only saying this because I found the best bachelorette decorations on eBay and I already placed a bid."

Chloé broke the silence that followed in the dining room, as a muffled laugh escaped the hand she had pressed over her mouth. "I'm sorry, but aren't you Waynes billionaires? Can't you afford to hire two strippers?"

"Not billionaires," Tim chimed in as he walked into the room with Connor. "Every time Bruce comes close to being a billionaire, he increases the wages of all Wayne Enterprise employees except for himself and donates a ton of money to charity."

"I suppose we could hire two strippers, but then what if one of them is better than the other. That wouldn't be fair," mused Barbara.

"We could have them switch halfway through, that way we each get the same experience," Richard added.

"How about, instead of arguing the logistics of strippers, you greet the Soulmates who just arrived last night?" asked Jon, with a tone of voice that very clearly demonstrated how absurd he felt their conversation was. Damian had spent too much time with Richard and Babs over the past few weeks of wedding planning - nothing that came out of their mouths phased him anymore.

"Oh, hello Soulmates of my brothers and Soulmate of my brother's Soulmate's brother. I'm Dick."

"Babs," said Babs with a wave.

"Tim."

"Conner."

Richard started pointing to each of the Parisians. "You must be Marinette, Damian's Soulmate. You're Nino, Jon's Soulmate. And you are..?"

"Chloé, my platonic Soulmate," said Jason as he walked into the room.

"I can introduce myself," snapped Chloé, glowering at Jason, who looked a bit sheepish as he sat down in the chair next to her.

Jason picked up his fork and waved it between Chloé and Marinette. "So you two know each other."

Marinette nodded. "We've all known each other since we were kids. Chloé, Nino, and I have been in the same class since maternelle - which you call kindergarten in America. We've been best friends for years now."

"Now that's a coincidence. Both sets of three Soulmates knew each other before they met up with their other halves." Richard nodded, looking the three Parisians up and down.

"Coincidence is putting it mildly. Statistically, it's incredibly improbable. I didn't run the numbers, but I'm sure if I did, it would be in the range of one in a trillion," Tim piped up.

"Good luck, I suppose," said Marinette with a shrug.

"Luck, coincidence, statistical improbability - call it whatever you want to call it. It's still mind-boggling that out of 7 billion people, you three - best friends who go to the same school - end up with Soulmates who are all family."

The conversation turned to other topics as the table waited for Bruce to arrive before they started breakfast. Richard got Marinette talking about her aspiring career as a designer, and it instantly brought Marinette out of her shell. Her passion and enthusiasm were contagious; Damian couldn't help but smile softly to himself as he watched her explain to Richard and Babs the inspiration behind her latest collection of dresses named The City of Lights, which incorporated elements of Parisian fashion throughout the ages, with a focus on finding innovative ways to incorporate light into the dresses. As Marinette was explaining in depth the pros and cons between tea candles and real candles (according to Marinette, an open flame near your hand-crafted creation is a very big con, but she felt so strongly against tea candle that she would rather her dress catch on fire than ruin the integrity of her design), Bruce walked in, wearing a bathrobe with the words World's Best Dad on the back, plaid flannel pajama pants, and fuzzy slippers. Overall, he looked nothing like the intimidating Batman and everything like a regular Dad on a Saturday morning. Damian had to admit, it was a good strategy for putting their new houseguests at ease, especially Marinette and Chloé, who were meeting their Soulmates' father for the very first time.

"Good morning everyone," said Bruce. He grabbed his coffee mug off the counter, filled it to the brim, chugged it all in one go, then refilled it and took it to the table. "What's for breakfast?"

"Pancakes," Alfred replied as he walked in with a platter stacked full of them. "Please don't spill any syrup on the tablecloth, it's a pain to get out. And before you ask, yes, I am talking to you, Richard."

"One time," Richard grumbled. "You spill an entire bottle of syrup on the tablecloth one time, and suddenly that's all anyone remembers."

Marinette laughed. "I take it I'm not the clumsiest person at the table, then."

"I'm not clumsy. I'm just sporadically situationally unaware," Richard defended.

"Clumsy," teased Babs, flicking Richard's nose and stealing the last bite of pancake off his plate. They were so effortlessly domestic, affectionate with each other all the time in a way Damian was beginning to envy. Damian kept his expression still as he sat in internal shock at the realization that he was jealous of what Richard and Babs had together. Damian was a naturally private person; he had assumed he would despise public displays of affection. However, with Marinette, he could see the appeal. Marinette had flipped his whole worldview on its head. Now he wanted romantic outings and for everyone to know that she was his. It was a strange and foreign feeling, but deep down it felt right.

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As breakfast winded down, Damian offered to show Marinette around the house. The first place he took her was to the gardens. Damian knew that Marinette didn't like surprises all that much, so he planned on explaining to her exactly what they would be doing for their date.

"The gardens are so pretty!" exclaimed Marinette. "Is this where the wedding will be held?"

"Yes. The ceremony will be at the gazebo in the center of the rose garden."

"I'm sure it will be lovely," said Marinette with a soft smile on her face.

"For our date today, I was hoping I could show you around some of my favorite spots in the city. If you would rather stay at the Manor, I understand but-"

Marinette cut him off. "I would love that. I might need to change my shoes though." She gestured to the three-inch heels on her feet."

"I would advise bringing along a pair of good walking shoes. I would hate for you to get hurt."

"It would be a shame to break my ankle on our very first date," agreed Marinette. "I'll just go grab a change of shoes and my purse, and then we can go."

Damian smiled at her. "I'll wait for you here."

Damian watched Marinette leave, thinking of all his favorite things he could finally show her, and all of her smiles he could finally see.

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secondhand-trash · 5 years ago

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A/N: yes there’s gonna be a ghost pun at the beginning and end of each drabble and you can’t stop me.

Warning: ghost fucking, fingering, vaginal penetration, shower sex

Word count: 2655

How do ghosts keep fit?

You had weighed the pros and cons of moving into a house that no one was willing to buy when you were told that a distant relative who was in real estate would give you ownership of the house on the one rule that you would not sell the house again, claiming that it was starting to stir rumors on their reputation in the industry.

It seemed like too good of a deal to be true, but you were also desperate to move out of your cramped bedroom enough to take the risk of a deal that wasn’t all that real. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a house that looked like it existed in a time completely separated from the current, with far too many rooms that you had no idea how to use and long hallways that made you feel lost.

For the first few days, you were genuinely concerned with how normal the house was. Sure, the wooden floors were creaky and some faucets leaked no matter how much strength you put into turning the knob, but it was nothing major enough for people to be so hellbent on leaving weeks or even only days after taking over the keys.

The signs of what might be wrong showed gradually, starting off as something so minor that would slip past your senses if you hadn’t been so deliberately looking out for them. Doors opening by themselves, sudden breezes of cold air even though the windows were locked, the goosebumps rising on your back when that very small voice in your head alerted you that you were being watched. It was until you saw a man, a man you didn’ t invited in and have never met with skin so dull and lifeless, sitting by the side of your bed that you knew for a fact that: this house was very haunted, someone was murdered here, and he was very attractive, even as a ghost.

The first thing that you picked up was the faint whiff of lavender in the bathroom, more specifically around the clawfoot tub that had you shocked at how fancy it looked when you just got in. You didn’t think too much about it at first, thinking that it was possible for wild herbs to be growing near the streets below only to notice that there wasn’t even a single purple petal nearby.

It was not you. You would know, because you absolutely hated the smell of lavender.

Now you were scrubbing at the grim on your body, desperate to clear your mind from everything that had happened with the warm water that was running off your body.

You sighed in content as your muscles relaxed but still couldn’t help but scrunted your nose at the hint of lavender that rose with the steam.

Could he change the way the bathroom smells like? Considering how you had gotten rather, well, intimate, it wouldn’t be too outreach of a request to make, yes?

Pleasure clouded your mind as the ice cold digits of the purple haired man scissor inside of you, his other hand gripping your wrist tightly down on the mattress, the evidence of how you had just been touching yourself earlier glistening on your own fingers.

“You knew I was watching, didn’t you?” You shivered at the nibbling at your ear. The ghost- no, Shinsou’s face being so closed to yours while his placed wet kisses down your jaw. “Tempting me like that-”

You moaned when he arched his fingers to rub at your tight walls, your arousal leaking and coating his hand as he took the chance to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Heated, but you whined when you felt how cold his lips were.

You wondered how it would feel like on other parts of your body.

“Poor me, having to see you lounge around with so little skin covered and to control my urge to just take you right there.” A mewl slipped past your lips when his hand left your wrist to roam over your body. A pinch at your nipple made you yelp. “Have you been hoping that I would lose control? Taking matters into my own hands?”

Your breaths were heavy, your mind too concentrated on the way his hands fondled with you and how the thrusts of his fingers at your pussy was slowing down to progress that you were naked in front of the same entity that was haunting your house. All you could think of was how his words made your core tremble, and how much you wanted the rest of him.

“Yes...” What was meant to come out as an answer sounded more like a plead to his ears, and Shinsou groaned at the sight of your flushed face begging for more.

You screamed when he plunged into you, the lavender in his hair leaving its burn on your senses as your head thrown back in pleasure from the relentless snaps of his hips.

It was the same scent that was now mixed into the air as you struggled to keep your sore legs from bucking together. Each breath you took reminded you of him, the way he touched you, the way he stretched you out as he buried inside you to a hilt.

His hands, his voice, his hair that was the same shade of violet as the flower he smelt like, everything about Shinsou Hitoshi was so real and if it wasn’t for the obvious lack of heartbeat you felt when he held you to his chest after collapsing on the mattress next to you, you would have never remembered that he wasn’t even alive at all.

You screamed when you felt something cold pressing up against your back, la pair of strong arms holding onto you to stop you from slipping on the tiles. The sharp contrast of the cold skin from the warm water made every hair on your body stood up. You regained your breath from the scare, looking up accusingly at the man who had a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Damn ghost, passing through walls without a sound at all.

“We really need to set some rules around the house..." you hissed as you felt him pressing a few light kisses to the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine with the coldness stealing heat away from your warm skin, “the first being no more walking through walls when someone is in there.”

He tilted his head, a breathy moan left your mouth as he sneaked his arms to circle it around your waist. The hot water rolling down from your body together with the chill from his skin creating a strange sensation. “How would I know if you are in there or not?”

“Which is why you should stop doing it all together.” Your hand reaching for the soap as he hummed in amusement.

“You can’t stop me,” he said, taking the bar from you and gently rubbed it on your supple skin, “ it’s my house.”

“Say that to the lease.”

You had to bite back from moaning when his hand groped your breast, his fingers “accidentally” gracing past your nipple as he leathered you in soap. He chuckled, taking in just how receptive you were even though it wasn’t that long ago when he had you shaking in bliss.

“Has anyone told you that you shouldn’t disrespect the dead?” he said with forged annoyance, his slender fingers caressing each swell on your body. The tip of his finger tracing the underside of your tits made goosebumps stood up on your body.

“For someone who straight up refused to make a sound, you sure talk a lot.” You bite back, unaware that you sounded a lot whinier than you wanted to be when your voice went up a pitch as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass.

“Well forgive me,” the drop in his tone sent heat to your core, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear as he whispered, “it has been an awful long time since I was around such a cute thing like you.”

An awfully long time indeed, and you could tell just how pent up he was in that time with the unmistakable hardness pressing up against your back.

Your back arched back on his chest when he slipped a knee between your thighs to keep them apart, the water running down your legs making such a nice screen to stare at. His hand found its way to your folds as the other rubbed circles on your skin, the warm water helped with how the pad of his fingers teasing parted your lips. The coldness made you mewl, heightening your sensitivity and reminding your body once again of the pleasure it had just been put through.

You laid your head on his chest as he slowly slipped two fingers inside of your tight entrance, lips parted and soft moans slipping as he stretched you out. Perhaps you needed to start getting used to his utter lack of body temperature if this kept going on, but how icy his fingers felt as its knuckles brushed past your velvet walls sent sparks all the way to your toes.

“Shi- Shinsou...” You gripped his forearm for balance, clawing onto him as his skin got smoother from the running water.

“Hm, I would assume that we’re past last name basis.” he accentuated his words with each pump of his fingers, burying them deep inside you until his knuckles were rubbing against your opening before nearly pulling them out. You whined at the sudden lost of friction, feeling like someone had pulled you back just when you were about to fall down and had you hanging in the middle. His hard cock rubbing on your ass while he had you pressed to his chest, “Come on now, you know what to say...”

Wetness was coating his fingers as he rubbed them on your folds that was messed up from his toying, the shiny liquids being something else other than the water. You whined when you felt a sudden pinch at your clit, the sensation making your knees weak.

“Hitoshi!”

He groaned at how desperate you sounded, wanton lust and yearning for more dripping when you cried out his name. It was the same tone you used that made him finally broke loose and said “fuck it” to the promise he made to himself that he would not meddle with the living no matter how big the temptation was, he was ready to lose to his carnal desires again and again if it meant you would keep saying his name like that.

You yelped when he bent you over, your hand pressing onto the bathroom walls that was wet from the steam as he held onto your waist. His hand sliding down to grip at your ass while he leaned down, it was eerie how his breath was almost warm as he licked the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.”

And there it was again, that sweet, overwhelming scent of lavender. The smell that had left such an impression on your senses that you were sure to never be able to smell anything like it against without thinking about the way he pushed into your velvet walls with on swift roll of his hips. The trick it was playing in your head immediately had the moan he let out as he felt you stretch around his girth ringing by your ear no matter where you were as long as the scent was lingering around.

Your hands scratched and clawed at the slippery tiles while he rutted into you from behind, his hands holding onto your ass felt nearly like it was burning with how intense the cold felt. Somehow, despite the telling lack of temperature on every part of his body, his cock felt like it could send your body on fire when the vein rubbed against your walls and tip hilted to hit that spot right by your cervix, that one spot where the pleasure had your toes curling and head throwing back but not to the extent you felt pain. Each pull and snap of his pelvis jackhammered his length right at that sweet spot, enough to have your muscles tensing and seeing stars.

The sound of skin slapping against skin together with the running water and your lewd noises echoed in the bathroom. Shinsou groaned when he felt your pussy spasming around him, the pitch of your voice raising as the approaching waves of pleasure fogged over your head.

Shinsou was sure that resurrection was not real, but then again he didn’t know that ghosts were a thing existed before he became one. But at that moment when he gripped your jaw to turn your head around and felt your cries through a quivering kiss as your body shook, he could almost feel his cold dead heart pounding in his chest again.

You were still a heaving mess when he turned off the tap and wrapped you in a soft towel, the way he dried your skin with so much care was a sharp contrast to how he was just riling into you like an animal moments ago. You shivered when his fingers accidentally graced past your back and he sent you an apologetic look as he helped you dress.

“Never in my life have I ever think that I would end up fucking a ghost.” You mumbled, hiss when you lifted your sore legs to put on your shorts.

“I never thought I would end up as one, but look where we are now.” He smiled when he saw that panicked look in your eyes, like a child who was just caught saying something offensive without meaning it. “It’s ok, I’ve come to accept it.”

You felt a dull ache in your heart at the mention, the ghastly description of his death on the news flashed through your mind but you forced yourself to not think about it. No matter what, he was still here with you and there was no point dwelling on something that neither of you could change.

You could use a company in this big house that was almost too empty for you, and Shinsou Hitoshi was wonderful company.

“My point in setting house rules still stands.” You said, jokingly pointed a finger at his nose as you put on your most intimidating stare.

“Fine, no more walking through walls.” He huffed. Reaching to open the bathroom door, you breathed in the cold air and relished in it after being in a room of steam just earlier.

“Good.” You grinned, walking out with him following tightly behind.

He stopped you from turning the knob when you reached your bedroom with a hand on your wrist. You turned around with a look of question only to see him darting his tongue out to lick his lips and slightly avoiding your gaze. You swore you could see a blush on his lifeless skin.

“Can we sleep together?” He asked, pausing when he realised that he didn’t phrase it all that well, "In some sense, we already did that but...” He tilted his head and rubbed the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “I missed having someone to hold.”

Your heart leaped at his earnest request and you knew that you were too far gone to turn back.

Fuck, you were in love with a ghost.

He nearly beamed when you let out a sigh. “Of course.”

You halted to a pause and snapped back to give him a look of warning before opening the door. “But we’re using separate blankets, you are an ice block and I need the warmth.”

He laughed, and he made you felt more alive than any living person around had ever been.

“Deal.”

(Back to the masterlist)

By exorcising regularly.

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sinningismywinning · 5 years ago

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Do As You Please - 3

You’ve needed to change the locks on your bedroom door for awhile now. Hearing your door creak open, shot your eyes wide. For a moment you were dazed, you forgot about the night before. Yet it all came flooding back as you peaked towards your door. The blood flowing in your head came back as well, but this time with a vengeance. Your temples started to pound.

“Get the fuck up!” Your brother had such a way with words. Alfie was your step-brother, turned full. Your mother was absent in your life. Your father held back on speaking about her, and the only good things he’d say was that you held her beauty, and her heart.

Alfie had been in your life since you were 6, and he was 12. His father was an adulterer and abandoned his family at a young age. Luckily, your father stepped in to fill the role. Growing up you would always ask what the difference was between a step sibling, and a full one. Your father would condescendingly say, “A step sibling can’t take your assets.” Smart-ass. That explains how you turned out.

When Alfie’s mother died of the flu, your father fully took him in. Helped him open up his own bakery in-fact. That was the start of his demise into organized crime. You tried your hardest to stay out of it, and to not dabble with his empire. He was always one of your strongest support systems.

Once you both became adults, and he clearly had enough money for himself, your paths had split. But more recent than not, Alfie popped back up. He needed a place to stay. Margate was no longer safe for him. It took you a while to let him stay with you. He knew better than to go to you, if he figured it weren’t safe. You shared a different last name, and he never mentioned you, or any family, to his associates. Not to mention, he was Jewish, and you tried to act as Catholic as you could. People didn’t take too kindly to atheists. It meant that those without faith, had nothing to fear.

It was hard to grow accustomed to living with your brother again. You had forgotten how messy he was, as well as the lack of care he had for himself. Since he couldn’t leave the house, he was always eager for you to come home. He would get antsy being locked inside all day.

“You’re gonna be late for work!” He always came into your room unannounced. “Get the fuck up!” He repeated, hitting your bed with his cane. You groaned with annoyance. He was also a fantastic alarm clock. “I’m getting up you bloke.” You grumbled.

“Who brought you home last night?” Most people found it hard to understand him. His voice was heavy and his accent was thicker than others. You knew that it would be best to not lie to him. If you said that you walked home by yourself, he’d restrict you going out. Despite living in your house, he whipped your ass back into shape.

“A friend from the bar,” you got out of bed and rubbed your eyes. “Obviously it was a fuckin’ friend, otherwise why’d they walk you home? I asked about WHO, walked you home.” You could feel your eyes roll out of your head. You turned from him, and grabbed a dress from your closet. “Didn’t catch his name,” you sighed with pursed lips. If there was one thing Alfie wasn’t good at, it was catching you in a lie. No one could.

You felt his eyes burning a hole through your back. “Yeah.. right,” He shook his head, not quite sure how to feel about a man walking you home. “I made you a cup, it’s in the kitchen.” You could tell which child was raised by a mom, and which was raised by a single dad. Alfie had a very domestic personality, despite never admitting it. “Thank you,” Surprisingly enough, he didn’t question you further. You knew that would change when you came home from work.

He would sit in the house and stew over small, minuscule things. He’d send himself into a rage, a panic, or even a frenzy. He was manic at times. He left your room, and closed the door behind him. You paced your thoughts, but only momentarily. ‘Who really walked me home?’ You didn’t know much about Thomas Shelby. You found yourself beguiled. It was what it was. The man was an enigma. You supposed that your curiosity would stay as such. A curiosity.

You changed, and readied yourself for the day. You rolled up the sleeves of your white blouse, and put on your skirt. You weren’t particular for putting effort into work-clothes.

Walking out of your room and into the small, dainty kitchen, Alfie sat reading a daily-paper. You picked up your coffee, knowing that you wouldn’t have time to drink it on the way to work. “Doesn’t sit well with me, that a stranger took you home,” he mumbled, glancing up at you through his glasses. Your eyes met his and all you could do was shrug. You figured that it would be best to simply dismiss him. “Need anything from the market today?” You already knew what he needed. Psoriasis cream. You’d be getting it anyways, but it didn’t hurt to ask.

“Just uh...” he huffed into thought. “My medicine, and yeast for bread. I’ll make dinner tonight.” A small smile made its way onto your face. Despite your bickering, and petty remarks, you loved Alfie. That went without saying.

You also knew he would kill for you. “I’ll be home some time after twelve, yeah?” You said quickly rinsing your cup. He hummed in response, not looking away from the paper.

“Bye old-man,” you beckoned, and kissed the side of his head. “Bye wench,” was the last remark you heard before leaving your home. He worried about you, he did. But he knew you were able to hold your own. Knowing that you carried a knife whenever you went out, eased his mind. Only thing was, he wasn’t sure if you’d be man enough to stab someone.

The walk to work was short. Traffic on the streets was little to none. Some days you’d have moments of quietness, as the drunkards slept in. Small Heath was a dainty little town, but damn, could it get loud if it wanted to.

You were on time for work. You clocked yourself in, and went over to your station. Being a seamstress came easy. It gave you something to do, and you were able to perfect making your own clothes. In fact, one time you down-sized a pair of Alfies pants in order to fit you. After all, it wasn’t comfortable tending to a garden in layers of thick skirt fabric.

You kept to yourself, offering polite conversation when others sought it out. Most of the people who came into the shop were down-right snobby. Boasting about wanting dresses made from the silk of a worm, and others demanding a suit to be tailored with only the finest suede.

It wasn’t lady-like to be rude, and it wasn’t professional to insult customers. So everyday, through a forced smile, you tried your hardest to not be unkind. Just like clock-work, there she was again. Right over your shoulder like last time. You were sewing beads onto the dress, of a derby-owners wife.

Your head seamstress had never taken a liking to you. It wasn’t like you couldn’t say the same. You were talented at the craft, but did things the unconventional way. She was more of a, by-the-book, type of woman.

Jeanne Tousaint was a powerhouse of a seamstress. Her reputation reached far and wide. When the shop wasn’t doing so good, the owners cut everyone’s pay in order to afford her services. It was suppose to be a temporary workshop. Sadly, she’s still here.

“Get the seam-ripper, your bead wasn’t on par with the others,” She spoke above you. “It is on par,” was all you could mumble back, refusing to look up from the dress. “I beg your pardon?” Then beg. “When she wears the dress, it’ll fall in place with the others. Look,” you said holding up the fabric as the beads flowed down in unison.

She ignored your correction. “Speak to me with a tone like that again, and I’ll dock your pay,” You were growing tired. She had only been put in-charge of you for three months, yet acted as if she’d birthed you. “You’ve already docked my pay,” You reminded with a false smile.

Before she could belittle you once more, the bell that hung on the door chimed. Thank god. While this job brought you decent pay, you also knew Alfie was a cheap bastard who hoarded his money. The only reason you haven’t fully gotten yourself fired was because you knew he’d eternally give you shit for it.

She walked away to kindly greet a group of men. You didn’t care to look up from your post. The pro’s and con’s of having your job terminated, were being evaluated in your head. The pro is, happiness. The con is, Alfie kicking your ass and being stingy with his money to the point where- “Excuse me miss,” you looked up at an unfamiliar face.

“Was wonderin’ if you could take up my measurements,” A man with a plain face said through a slick smile. His hands were jammed into his pockets, and he was wearing a god-awful cap. Tacky.

Now what you wanted to say was, ‘Can’t you see I’m busy? There are other workers who can measure you.’ But what actually came out was a hesitated “Of course sir,” followed by yet another, false perception of happiness.

Standing up from your station, you noticed a man at the front of the shop. His back was turned towards you, as he looked through the window. You had to look again. You knew him for some odd reason. He turned from the window, to face you. That’s when it clicked. Arthur Shelby.

You must have had a bewildered look on your face. “Cat got your tongue, love?” The man spoke out. “That’s enough John,” Tom said walking up behind him.

Fuck.

“I believe you owe me a tailored shirt,” Thomas said stepping to the side of his brother. Being sober, he was more attractive than what you had remembered. What a sly dog. He set this up. You told him where you worked, and he popped in to see you.

You were a bit puzzled by his appearance. “This is the one who spilled the drink?” John eyed you up and down. If you weren’t at work you’d tell him to keep his eyes in his head. “Aye,” Tom responded. They both kept their gaze on you. Who the fuck was this? A best-friend? God, if you were going to get fired, it’d be on your own terms.

The head seamstress was more than happy to have the boys in the shop. “Anything you need, on the house,” you heard her boast to Arthur. The prime fucking minister would never get anything free from this woman. What made them so special?

Clearing your throat, you managed to speak. “I’ll be more than happy to tailor a shirt for you, I just have to take your friends measurements,” You nodded politely.

“My brothers measurements, and he can wait.” Dear god there’s more than two.

His voice had an edge to it. You didn’t know if it was his demeanor, or his eyes that made you intimidated.

“Uh yes, pardon my mistake.” You always had to be kind. “Look at you, being a doll, aye?” He tilted his chin up with amusement. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from firing back. John picked up on the exchange, and clasped his brothers shoulder. He whispered something unintelligible into his ear, before walking off to join with Arthur.

This whole exchange made you more than uncomfortable. “And look at you, showing up to my job,” you said narrowly shaking your head. You grabbed a chart from your desk, as well as a tape measure. That almost-missed smile graced his lips again.

There was something dark to him, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out. “Doesn’t hurt to pay a visit,” he redeemed. “It is a bit odd though,” you shot back. There was that spark that made him show up for more. He loved banter. You made your way towards one of the fitting rooms, and suggested with your head, for him to follow.

“Stand up here,” you gestured to a small lift in the floor. Your hands were unsteady as you unrolled your measuring tape. He picked up on it and eyed your nimble hands. He was reading you like a book. Pages open, and bare.

“You look beautiful in blue,” He knew how to charm a woman. Only problem was, you didn’t act like a conventional woman. As much as you hated to admit, your nerves spiked a bit. You noticed your hands slightly trembling. “That’s what they tell me,” you said dismissing his efforts.

Alfie would calm your anxieties better than anyone. Small inconveniences would make you shake, send you into a panic. For someone who was so head strong and exuberant, most things made you nervous. You had been that way for as long as you could remember.

But the presence of a man was a new trigger. One you didn’t know that you had.

The side of his lip curled. His eyes were never expressive. “As they should.” He spoke back with a calming smile. “I do have to warn you, I’ll be in your personal space,” you disclaimed.

“I was hoping for that.” Fuck. Calm down.

You shook your head trying to play it off as meaningless banter. He was only running his mouth. He couldn’t have viewed you that way, right? “Arms up, please,” you gently commanded. He obliged.

He stared straight ahead at the green wallpaper of the fitting room. His eyes being on something other than you, eased your tension. You started measuring his arms, starting from his inner bicep, to his wrist. You avoided his eyes.

You moved to his center, and held up the measuring tape, inferring that you had to measure his chest. “May I?” You always had to ask as policy.

“I don’t bite,” his eyes met yours and he looked away once more. You huffed through your nose and got closer to wrap the tape around his mid-section. He was toned. Smelled like cigarettes and pine. You were so occupied with his larger frame, his words cut like glass. “Unless you want me to.”

You looked up at him, his arms were still out and extended. He was much taller than you, but then again, you weren’t average for your height. His eyes met yours and you felt your hands threatening to shake again.

He maintained the eye-contact. “Are you done with my measurements?” His voice was lower than usual. He glanced down to your lips. You only stood a few inches apart. “Uh, hm-” You cleared your throat, “Just about, Mr. Shelby.” you nodded taking a step back.

He made you nervous and he was seeing that now. He watched you pick up your chart, and write his numbers down. “Tommy, call me Tommy.” He corrected. Once again, you nodded, looking at anything but him.

Your fingers gave away your inner panic, as you didn’t know how to assess the situation. He understood what anxiety was like. He dealt with it every night before bed, and often during sleep. That’s what caused the man to drink. After France, he turned to alcohol and hallucinogens.

“I don’t intend on making you nervous.” Did he really call out to you like that? “Sorry, it’s not you.” Yes it was. “I just shake sometimes. Doctors can’t figure it out,” you laughed besides yourself with nerves.

He licked his lips, about to speak. He decided it best to refrain from it. He didn’t think you got much attention from men. Possibly a few boyfriends who reminded you of your beauty and wittiness, but afterwards probably made you think that you weren’t anything special. His own thoughts made him momentarily frown.

“You can step down now,” you nodded. He did as ordered. “Say, since my pub is so scummy, and I know you’re a hard-ass,” wow. What a charmer he was. “How about you come work for me?” You didn’t expect that. “That’s very kind of you, but I-” “I’ll pay you more than what you make in this sweatshop.” His gruffness cut you off.

He definitely had taken a liking to you. Despite his taunting, seeing your hands shake made him feel something more for you. Sympathy. You didn’t live on the nicest side of town, and you seemed too wound-up all the time.

His offer was deadly serious. He shifted from your eyes, as if searching for a possible yes or no from you. You opened your mouth to speak, and nothing came out

“The bar needs a woman’s-touch. Make it more homely,” He hummed in explanation. You pursed your lips at his remark. If he wanted to make something homely, the job should go to Afie, not you.

You didn’t give it much thought. Jeannes words of your worthlessness rattled between your ears. You also thought back to your previous exchange. “Alright,” you said putting down your chart. “I’ll work for you.” He even seemed surprised. “When would I start? I have to put my notice in first,” you hesitated.

“No you don’t,” he spoke gruffly. He put a hand on the small of your back and escorted you out of the fitting room. He had his other hand in his coat pocket. “You can start today,” he smiled boyishly. “But I have to quit first-” He was already handling that.

It became clear to you, that he didn’t care about getting a new shirt. He cared about getting you.

You both had walked out from the back of the shop. What were you doing? You didn’t know this man, or his reliability. Your mind was all over the place and you couldn’t help your timid hesitation. He walked up to your head seamstress.

“Y/N’s done. Can’t have her working here anymore,” he explained hastily. You looked over to Arthur, who was shoving display ties into his coat pockets.

“What do you mean she’s done?” Tommy went to explain why you’d no longer be working there, but you beat him to it. “It means, you can’t insult and belittle me anymore.” You chimed in. You felt the tightness of confrontation in your chest.

He looked at you, trying to conceal his amusement and praise at your words. The head seamstress couldn’t help but gasp at your foul-mouth. You took out your punch card from the wall, and promptly flipped her off. Your adrenaline was surging. You knew that if you didn’t walk out, you’d end up lunging.

John raised his brows. He barely knew you, but the shoe was starting to fit from the depictions Thomas and Arthur gave of you. Arthur decided it best to promptly push you out of the front door to exit. Thomas followed after, but the door closed slowly enough for you to hear John mutter, “by order of the Peaky Blinders,” to end her refusal of your termination.

The moment you stepped onto the street, you could feel the cold wind dust your cheeks. Peaky Blinders? You figured it best to not question it. Your conscience bounced. What was your back-up plan? How would you get home to Alfie on time. You still had to go to the market.

Thomas saw the expression on your face. He knew you were questioning it all. He wasn’t one to comfort anybody. “Did the right thing,” he said reassuringly. He placed a cigarette between his teeth. He was trying to not sound condescending.

You looked at him in a way that could make him melt. He saw the expression on your face. He felt a knot in his throat, but choked it down with cigarette smoke. He didn’t like to make others worry. “I can force her to give you your job back,” He offered. John and Arthur walked alongside the both of you.

“No.. I need this, it’ll be good for me.” Work at a pub? You didn’t know the first thing of being a tender. He had to of known that as well. You had time to learn, and there was always room for improvement. You forced yourself to think positively, even though you weren’t convinced of your own inhibitions.

He inhaled, feeling the smoke warm his chest. There was a buzz in his head. A slight high from the nicotine. But possibly from the acknowledgement of him pulling this off. He didn’t think it through, which is why he was amazed it worked.

Maybe you really were as wild as what he first presumed. “It’s a new beginning Y/N,” He spoke gently. “They usually come when you least expect it.”

Now you really had to tell Alfie about the man who walked you home last night.

@captivatedbycillianmurphy @amirahiddleston @urbansaint @parochialism @mortalflower

#thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #thomas shelby #tommyshelby #thomas shelby x y/n #peaky blinders #angst #original character

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New Friends Ch. 13

Ch.1 / Ch.12 / Ch.14

(buckle your seat belts because this one’s gonna be bumpy)

Felix hit the snooze button of his blaring alarm clock, extremely relieved that it was the weekend. He’d come to love the days he didn’t have to deal with his idiotic classmates. Of course, that also meant he couldn’t see Marinette. Pros and cons, he supposed.

It didn’t take long to get ready, combing his blonde hair to the side, pulling on his grey shirt and dark grey vest, along with his black tie. He wanted to waste no time on his few days of peace.

Felix grabbed his book bag, filled with a few selections from the school library, and bid his mother a brief fair well as he walked out the door. The park would only be empty for so long on a weekend.

Despite hanging out with a group of people constantly, Felix still found himself hating human interaction. He’d warmed up to Luka and the others, sure, but if he was being honest, he really only hung out with them because Marinette.. well that was a different matter.

The park was abandoned when he got there, thankfully, though he assumed it would only be a matter of time before others arrived. It was still early. Thus, Felix sat down on the wooden bench shaded by the trees and began reading. The blonde was determined to enjoy his solitude as much as possible.

Unfortunately, he had only gotten through a few pages when a loud crash was heard from across the courtyard. Felix snapped his gaze upwards, dearly hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

It was exactly that.

An akuma rampaged through the park, Ladybug and Chat Noir close behind. The akuma’s bright green suit was plain as day. Plants were sprouting around them, lunging towards Ladybug and Chat Noir. The duo appeared to be having difficulties, especially when Ladybug tripped on one of the plants, causing her to almost be swallowed up in vines.

Felix didn’t know what possessed him to spring into action, but he ran towards the three in an attempt to help. They needed a distraction. They needed time to come up with a plan.

“Hey, overgrown fern!” he called out once he was close enough.

This caused all three heads to whip around in his direction. The akuma was angry, Chat surprised, while Ladybug was just down right horrified.

Felix paid the heroes no mind as he scooped up a stray rock and chucked it at the akuma, hitting It square in the face.

The akuma cried out in anger and pain, charging towards Felix.

The blonde took a step back, glancing around for some sort of weapon. Surprisingly, he hadn’t thought the rest of this plan through.

Suddenly, Chat Noir hit the Akuma from the side and the two tumbled.

Before Felix knew it, he was in Ladybug’s arms, being whisked across Paris.

They bounded over streets and rooftops until Felix couldn’t see the park anymore. She only stopped when they landed in a secluded, back-way alley.

“What were you thinking!” Ladybug nearly yelled. She looked angry, but her bluebell eyes- he swore he knew those eyes -were filled with worry.

“I..” Felix trailed off. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking either.

Ladybug gave an exasperated sigh. She tried to form some sort of response or reprimand, but ended up flailing her arms a bit in frustration. The gesture was familiar to Felix, though he couldn’t quite place where he saw it.

“Look,” she finally sighed, “I appreciate the help, but it’s too dangerous for a civilian to get involved.”

“But-”

“Please, Felix, just stay here.”

He paused.

Felix.

She knew his name.

But he’d never given her his name. This was only the second time they met, after all.

Was it? A voice in the back of his mind asked. Felix shook the thought from his mind. It had to be a coincidence. His family owned a lot of banks, perhaps she knew him from that?

Not likely. The voice spoke up again.

Felix frowned, glancing back up at Ladybug. Her eyebrows were furrowed as she waited for a response. Her raven black hair, which was pulled into pigtails, swayed a bit in the wind. Felix has seen that hair before.

But where! Why can’t he remember! It’s as if he had all the pieces to a puzzle, but couldn’t put it together. Almost like something was blocking it somehow.

Then he saw it. The scratch. The one Marinette got last night from the fall, in the exact same place on Ladybug’s cheek.

Everything suddenly clicked into place.

“I need to go. Stay here.” Ladybug cautioned after he didn’t respond, turning and readying her yo-yo to swing off.

“...Marinette?” The words tumbled out of Felix’s mouth before he could stop them.

The hero froze.

~~~~~

The last thing Marinette wanted to do on her day off from school was fight an akuma. Sadly, Hawkmoth was nothing if not inconsiderate. Not to mention, creating one so early in the morning. Did this guy ever sleep?

Things only got worse when a certain blonde intercepted their battle, throwing stones and calling names at the akuma.

It helped distract the akuma, but that didn’t stop Felix from being in the heat of battle without protection. Once Chat got the akuma on the ground, Ladybug was quick to swing away with her classmate, stashing him in an alley a good few blocks away.

She was tired, scared for his safety, and frustrated because she didn’t have a plan to take down the akuma yet. She gave him a quick scolding and told him to stay put. After that, Ladybug got ready to throw out her yo-yo, thinking that was the end of it.

Until she heard him call out her name. Her civilian name.

Marinette froze in her tracks. Maybe it was because it had never happened before, or maybe because it was the first time Felix had actually called her by her first name. Either way, the pause was too long to ignore. She knew Felix had his answer.

“It is you..” He breathed, confirming her fears.

“I-I have to go!” she blurted out, not daring to turn around. Marinette ignored his protests as she swung away, back towards the akuma.

Her thoughts were racing, her heart pounding. What was she going to do now that he knew? She couldn’t avoid him. They went to school together. Would he confront her about it? What if he told everyone?

The swirling thoughts only made her panic rise. She felt like curling into a ball.

“M’Lady, are you okay? You look shaken.” Chat asked with a frown when Ladybug landed next to him.

Ladybug nodded grimly, not saying a word as she jumped towards the akuma.

Once they figured out the akumatized item was in the akuma’s hairpin, it was much easier to defeat. It left a confused girl in its place. When she saw the heroes, she babbled on about her garden being demolished by careless construction workers and gave apologies.

Chat turned to Ladybug with a smile, holding up his fist and saying, “Pound it!”

Ladybug didn’t respond, pressing her lips into a thin line as she looked to the ground. Truthfully, she didn’t even hear him she was so lost in thought.

“Ladybug?” Chat knitted his eyebrows, tapping her shoulder.

Ladybug startled, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry. Pound it.” she apologized, holding up her fist with a wavering smile.

She saw the concern flash across his face as he took her hand into his.

“My lady, if there’s something bothering you-”

“Ladybug!” A voice interrupted. The two looked up to see a familiar, red headed reporter running towards them with phone in hand.

Ladybug mentally groaned. This was not what she needed right now.

Right before the journalists got to them, though, the boy she thought she left blocks away stepped in between them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alya demanded, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at the boy.

“The heroes are about to transform back. They need to get going.” Felix said coolly, returning her glare. As if on queue, Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous gave a warning beeping.

Ladybug touched her earrings, looking to Felix. What was he doing? Did he run all the way back to the park?

“He’s right. We should go.” She agreed, yet she didn’t make any moves to leave.

Felix turned around to look at her then, and her breath caught in her throat. So many emotions were swimming beneath his gaze. She imagined she looked the same.

They had to have stayed like that for at least two straight minutes, because Chat and Alya glanced at each other awkwardly. Her partner cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Bugaboo? We really should be going.” The black clad heroine insisted, raising an eyebrow at Felix.

She could tell he was jealous, Chat noir. He always got that way anytime she so much as looked at a boy, which, ironically, is what she was doing.

“I.. yeah, okay.” Ladybug muttered, shaking her head and flinging out her yo-yo.

She was out of there in an instant, sparing a last glance at the group. Felix stared after her, an unreadable expression on his face. Alya glared at Felix in annoyance, likely upset for losing her “scoop”. Chat was bounding off in the other direction.

“What are you gonna do about Felix?” Tikki asked once Marinette got to a safe place and dropped her transformation.

Marinette bit her lip, trying to think of a plan.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

~Can you come over to my house tonight?~

A text from Felix, to her dismay.

“Wow, you’ve never been to his house before!” Tikki commented cheerily.

Marinette sighed, giving a short nod. “I only wished it was under better circumstances.”

~~~~~~~~

Felix mentally groaned as he set the table for dinner that night. These certainly weren’t the circumstances he imagined when he had thought about Marinette coming over to his house for the first time.

He assumed they would share answers from homework, or watch a movie. Maybe even play a game since she liked those so much. He would have never guessed he’d be confronting her about being Ladybug.

Ladybug! Of all people!

Looking at it now, it made perfect sense to Felix. What with Marinette being as sweet and kind hearted as she is. He was just shocked that one of Paris’ heroes had been so close to him.

“Oh, I can’t wait for her to get here!” his Mother squealed, putting a few dishes on the center of the table. Contrary to his own feelings, his mother was ecstatic that Marinette was coming over. Probably because she was blissfully unaware of the previously mentioned circumstances.

“Calm down, dear, you’re going to scare her away.” Felix’s father chuckled, giving her an affectionate peck on the forehead.

The woman hummed, leaning into his touch. “I don’t think so. From what Felix has told us, Marinette shouldn’t be too deterred by my antics.”

A twitch of a smile came to Felix’s lips as he met her gaze. “Maybe you should tone it down anyway, just in case.”

His mother scoffed, opening her mouth to reply when they heard the doorbell. Felix bee lined for the door, hoping to spare Marinette from his mother’s overly joyous greetings. Just before he opened the door, however, Felix hesitated.

This was the moment. He was going to talk to Marinette- to Ladybug, the savior of Paris. What would he say? How would he bring up her alternate identity? Would he even get the chance to?

Felix didn’t know, but he did know this wasn’t something he could just ignore.

So, against his better judgements, Felix drew in a shaky breath, and opened the door.

~~~~~

Marinette shifted from foot to foot in front of the grey, hotel door that Felix had directed her to over the phone. The hotel they lived in was much more luxurious than she imagined, thought Felix did say that his family owned some banks so..

“Marinette you’re wasting time. Just go inside.” Tikki coaxed, gesturing to the door.

“I know, I know.” Marinette whined, chewing on her lip as she tried to calm her nerves. This was it. She knew that he knew she was Ladybug. There was no denying it. He invited her over to talk about it, she was sure. What was he going to say? Would he even bring it up?

Marinette gasped.

What if he told his parents?

Her kwami sighed, subtly flying up and using the door-knocker before Marinette could stop her.

“Tikki!” Marinette scolded in a whisper, only to have the kwami giggle at her.

Footsteps and voices sounded from the other side. Anxiety seep into her chest as the doorknob started to turn.

Then it opened.

Felix and Marinette’s eyes met and the two paused, that is until an overly giddy woman behind him spoke up.

“Marinette! It’s wonderful to meet you! I’m Felix’s mother.” She introduced, extending her hand to Marinette.

Marinette smiled, shaking the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Culpa.”

The woman scoffed.

“Please, call me ‘Bridgette’.” She insisted with a warm smile.

Marinette nodded, taking in the woman’s appearance. She had raven black hair, like her own, but it went down to her back instead of her shoulders. Her stark white sundress stopped short just below her knees and she wore a black, quarter sleeved jacket over it. Marinette thought it to be very stylish.

“Why don’t you come inside.” Felix suggested, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Ah, thanks.” Marinette responded awkwardly. She quickly stepped inside the apartment complex, Felix closing the door behind her.

If she thought the lobby was luxurious, their house was just plain extravagant. It was a large penthouse, with a kitchen off to the right corner of the room and the living room to the left of the kitchen. Only the kitchen was secluded with walls. The rest of the first floor was completely open. Not to mention the wall on the far side of the front door was solely windows.

“What do you think?” Bridgette inquired, gesturing vaguely around the penthouse.

“It’s very.. Calming.” Marinette answered truthfully. Despite being used to small, comfy houses, the wide, open walls gave her more space to think, in a way. The cool grays and calming blues they had painted and decorated the house in helped significantly. It just gave an all around peaceful vibe.

“Good,” A man spoke up from the kitchen, bringing in another dish to set on the dining room table.

“We designed it to feel that way.” He informed, setting the dish down and brushing his hands together.

His hair was blonde, like Felix’s, but it was longer and tied into a neat braid that just barely fell on his left shoulder. He was wearing a light blue, button up shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the shirt was tucked into his light grey dress pants. She assumed that’s where Felix got his style from.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Felix’s father, Mr. Culpa, but you can call me ‘Francis’.” he said, offering her his hand as well. The man had a stern way of talking, but his sky blue eyes held a warmth that Marinette could connect with.

“Marinette.” She smiled, shaking his hand.

“Now that the greetings are out of the way,” Felix interrupted, turning to Marinette, “Would you like to have some dinner?”

Dinner was.. Interesting, but nevertheless enjoyable. Bridgette chatted on about finally meeting Marinette and Felix’s stories, those he told her and those from the past. Felix was obviously embarrassed by this, interrupting his mother as much as possible. Sometimes he would just cut her off in general. Francis seemed to be the sensible one, quietly sitting next to his wife and nodding along to the conversation.

Finally, Felix set down his silverware and stood up, gaining his parents’ attention. “May we be excused to go work on homework please?” he requested, his gaze flickering to Marinette, then back to his parents.

Marinette sucked in a breath, resisting the urge to cringe out of anxiousness. She knew all too well they weren’t going to be working on homework.

The parents didn’t notice her sudden shift in behavior though, and Bridgette eagerly urged them to hurry up and go work on homework in Felix’s room. By themselves.

It strangely reminded her of Sabine when Adrien came over for that gaming competition.

Marinette frowned at the thought of Adrien, but she pushed that to the side. They had much more pressing matters to deal with right now.

Felix led her up the curved stairway, towards a bedroom at the end of the hall. As soon as he opened it, she could tell it was Felix’s room.

Not only was the room as dark as his clothes, everything was completely spotless. Marinette could bet that not even a speck of dust was out of place. Contrary to the rest of the house, Felix only had an average sized room, not too big, not too small. His bed was in the middle of the room with two oak wood bookshelves that went from the floor to the ceiling on both sides. A single bed side table sat to the right of his bed with a small lamp- she assumed he used it for nightly reading. To the left of the doorway, right in front of the first bookshelf, was an oak wood dresser. In the right corner of the room, she noticed a three-cushion couch with an oak wood coffee table in front of it. Across from the bed was a single, grey door, and Marinette figure it was probably his closet. He had to get all of his suits from somewhere.

Over all, his room was.. Picture perfect. She dared to say too perfect. The only thing even remotely out of place was the small pile of neatly folded shirts on his bed. Felix took care of those quickly, though, picking them up and stuffing them into a drawer. Marinette had a hunch he’d be refolding those later.

“Have a seat.” He said impassively, gesturing to the black couch.

Marinette gulped, warily wandering over to the leather furniture and carefully sitting down on the right side. It almost looked as if she were afraid the couch would swallow her whole.

She glanced up at Felix, who wordlessly sat down on the left side of the couch, only a cushion between them.

The ravenette fiddled with her hands and chewed on her bottom lip in nervousness. She could either get straight to the point, or beat around the bush as much as possible.

“So.. how was your day?” She asked lamely.

Beating around the bush it is.

Felix raised an eyebrow at the comment. “I think you know.”

He was right. Marinette did know how his day had gone. Because hers went exactly the same way, both freaking out about the fact that she was Ladybug and that he knew about it.

The two went silent. Whether they didn’t know what to say or were just reluctant to talk in general, Marinette wasn’t sure.

Finally, Felix spoke. “Has it always been you?”

Marinette pursed her lips, then nodded.

Felix nodded as well. She could see the questions swirling around in his head as he decided which ones to ask first or not at all.

“So, you’re-”

“Ladybug.” Marinette whispered in confirmation.

The blonde let out a short gasp of disbelief, shaking his head. “H-how did I not know this before? You don’t even change your hair.” He was whispering now too thankfully. It gave Marinette hope that he hadn’t told anyone yet.

“Yeah..” She said sheepishly. How do you explain the magic of a miraculous? “You didn’t.. Tell your parents or anything right?” She asked instead.

Felix did a complete double take at that one.

“Wha- why would I- no. of course not, Marinette.” He assured urgently.

Marinette flushed. There it was again, he said her name.

“Besides, it’s not my secret to tell.” He added, shifting in his seat.

She blew out a sigh of relief, putting a hand to her chest. Her secret was safe, and she was glad to see Felix didn’t plan on telling anyone.

“So you’ll ignore what happened today?” She said hopefully. Maybe she could actually rest well tonight.

Unfortunately, Felix’s expression hardened. “No, I can’t do that.”

Marinette frowned. “What? But you just sai-”

“I said I wouldn’t tell anyone.” Felix interrupted. “That doesn’t mean I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’re saving Paris daily.”

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. “Then.. what are you going to do?”

Felix drew in a deep breath at the question, straightening his posture with a determined look in his eyes. “I wanna help.”

Marinette blinked, then blinked again. “You wanna- you wanna what?”

“I refuse to let you go through this alone any longer than you already have.” he elaborated, glancing away from her now.

She might have thought of the gesture as sweet had they been talking about literally anything else.

“I’m not alone.” Marinette pointed out. “Chat Noir’s also there.”

Felix scoffed. “I’ve seen the news reports, Marinette, He gets taken out of the fight half the time. You’re mostly fighting on your own.”

Marinette went to object, but Felix continued.

“Also, that doesn’t account for things after the fight. It’s my understanding that you can’t talk to anyone about your responsibilities. That much pressure on a teenager with no outlet isn’t healthy.”

The ravenette sighed, sticking out her bottom lip slightly in a pout. Times like this made Marinette hate that Felix knew so much. He was too perceptive for his own good.

“I think it’s a great idea for Felix to help!” Tikki suddenly said from her purse.

Marinette let out a panicked squeak, while Felix just stared.

“That.. That wasn’t you, was it?” He asked, confusion coming onto his features.

Before Marinette could respond, the red kwami flew out of her bag- without permission, mind you -and over to Felix.

“Nope! It was me!”

Felix flinched back with a yelp, nearly falling off the couch. Marinette bit back her laughter, settling for a wry smile.

“Felix, meet Tikki. She’s my kwami.” She informed calmly, gesturing to the tiny god.

Felix glanced at Marinette, seeming to relax when he saw how composed she was.

“What’s a.. Kwami?” He asked, unsure if he said it right.

“We Kwamis are the beings that give heroes like Ladybug and Chat Noir their powers.” Tikki gingerly explained.

Now that the panic had passed, Felix was taken over with curiosity and intrigue. He nodded along thoughtfully, studying the kwami and thinking over the information he’d just been given.

Marinette watched him silently. A part of her was glad he was taking this so well, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she was also frustrated.

How could he be taking this so well? She expected him to freak out or get angry or something.

But he wasn’t. Felix looked calm and completely at ease with the situation. The most Marinette had seen him get riled up was when Tikki came out of her purse. Even that didn’t last long, though. After a few seconds he was chatting along with Tikki like she was as common as a housepet.

Finally, Marinette couldn’t take it anymore.

“How can you be so calm about this?!” She half-yelled in frustration.

It was so sudden and out of the blue that Felix and Tikki both turned to her with shocked expressions.

“I mean, I’m Ladybug!” She whisper-yelled the last part. “Doesn’t that- oh, I don’t know -bother you at all?”

Felix furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would that bother me?”

“I-” Marinette cut herself off, then let out a sigh and buried her face in her hands. “Nevermind. I’m sorry for yelling..”

She felt so stupid, now. Blurting that out for no reason. Felix was probably thinking the same thing. Shouldn’t she be happy things were going smoothly? Why did she feel so sick to her stomach when he acted like all of this was normal?

Marientte didn’t see the blonde give a wary glance to Tikki, who looked just as concerned.

She didn’t see Felix hesitantly move towards her, nor did she notice his arms reaching out for her. It wasn’t until she was enveloped in his arms that she looked up.

A hug. Felix was giving her a hug.

“Is.. this alright?” He asked, somewhat awkwardly.

Marinette didn’t realize tears had formed in her eyes until one rolled down her cheek. She sniffed and gave a short nod, hiding her face in his shoulder as she clung to his vest. She wasn’t even sure why she was crying, but it felt as if she had been holding it in for a long time. Maybe Felix was right. It wasn’t healthy for her to balance her double life by herself. Yes, she had Tikki and Master Fu, but in all honesty, they only provided so much comfort.

Felix didn’t say anything, instead pulling her closer and letting her cry it out. They stayed like that for a good while, simply taking comfort in each other.

By the time Marinette started the walk home, She was exhausted, yet relieved. Someone knew her secret, and now she could share about it more. Though it wasn’t likely, Marinette also dared to hope Felix might share some more things with her too.

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#Felix Culpa #Felinette #New Friends AU

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loopyhoopywrites · 5 years ago

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Sneezewort & Accidents - a Starlight & Ashes fanfic

Written for @wildswrites for the fic exchange! Thanks for giving me permission to turn your characters into absolute disasters, Fox was so much fun to play around with. (Sorry I took so many liberties with her magic.) Thanks also to @humour-and-hyperfocus for organising this awesome event!

Magic, Fox had always been told, was a gift. If that was true, she hoped whoever had sent it had kept the receipt.

Although in fairness, it wasn’t the magic itself that was the Problem. No, the Problem was the generous side helping of memory loss that had accompanied her gift and wiped out the past several years of her life. Oh, and the fact that instead of playing nicely, her magic only reared its head at the worst possible time.

Like when hot girls visited her flower shop.

“Hi!” She said, arranging herself artfully across the counter and quickly slapping away the Lollipop plant that tried to cheekily peer over her shoulder, “How can I help you?”

The potential customer – about Fox’s age, long blonde hair, the kind of don’t-talk-to-me smile that could have been either anger or anxiety and, in case it hadn’t already been mentioned, hot – gave a polite nod.

“Just browsing.”

“You sure?” Fox wasn’t exactly shy when it came to getting to know her customers, and this was one customer she definitely wanted to get to know. “I got some more Baby’s Breath in recently, makes a great garnish for a bouquet if you’re looking for a gift. Or if gardening’s more your thing I can show you the Turkey Corn, if you plant it now you’ll- OUCH.”

Under pretence of an itch, Fox had reached down and tried to bat away the Sneezewort she could feel creeping up her leg. She’d missed. The plant, that was.

Rubbing her leg, Fox attempted a disarming grin. The hot girl gave her a look that, again, could have been either annoyance or awkwardness. It was hard to tell. Fox decided to hope it was the latter. It was far easier to put someone at ease than apologise to them, especially if you didn’t know what you’d done to make them mad in the first place. The Lollipop plant was still getting handsy, so Fox gave it a subtle shove and coughed loudly to cover up the sound of the pot breaking.

“Give me a shout if I can help you with anything?”

Hot Girl nodded, and turned her attention to examining the wall-to-wall shelves Fox had somehow stuffed into the cramped storefront. Fox immediately elbowed the bouquet of roses that had started to creep across the countertop.

“Stop it!” She hissed, “She’s going to see!”

“Sorry?”

“Nothing!” Fox quickly moved in to block the roses from view as Hot Girl poked her head around a Swiss Cheese plant. The roses weren’t having any of it, and shuffled faster. Fox followed suit, hoping she was making it look natural.

(She wasn’t.)

Hot Girl didn’t seem all that convinced by Fox’s attempted nonchalance. In another misguided attempt to ease any suspicions, Fox laughed.

Great, now she looked like even more of a weirdo.

Hot Girl disappeared behind the shelves again, and Fox immediately grabbed the roses and stuck them in the nearest empty vase. Wiggle their little thorns all they liked; they weren’t getting out of that one.

A few whispered warnings and a threatening wave of the pruning shears later, Fox was feeling calmer. Hot Girl was still browsing, picking up a flower or pot every now and again to get a closer look, and as far as Fox could tell they were all behaving themselves.

Determined not to look like a creep who couldn’t stop staring, Fox stopped staring. Instead she busied herself tidying up the countertop; returning the roses to the back room, repotting the Lollipop plant and placing it safely out of sight, and taking great delight in impaling the morning’s receipts on the metal spike that sat next to the till. Hot Girl had made her way to the end of the aisle by the time Fox finished, holding an orchid in each hand and glancing between the two of them with a look of intense concentration. A few moments later she lifted the Showoff orchid to her nose, closed her eyes, inhaled, annndddd Fox was staring again.

She tore her gaze away and dropped down behind the counter, figuring that not only would she be unable to stare at Hot Girl with the desk in the way, but she could clear up that mischievous Sneezewort while she was down there. Only, the Sneezewort was no longer there.

Fox took a deep breath, readied herself, and peeked around the corner of the counter. Sure enough, the Sneezewort had decided to make a run for it, and was slowly yet surely inching its way across the shop floor. Directly towards Hot Girl.

“Here, Sneezewort,” Fox called as loudly as she dared, grabbing one of the sachets of plant food she kept under the counter and wiggling it enticingly, “Come on, come get this tasty little snack, there’s a good Sneezewort.”

Fox would have sworn the Sneezewort looked at her. If it had a tongue to stick out, it probably would have done that too. It didn’t, so it settled for an insolent wiggle before resolutely continuing its slow trek down the aisle. Fox cursed.

Abandoning the plant food, Fox succumbed to plan B and began to follow it. She crawled out from behind the counter as stealthily as she could and slithered her way across the floor, creeping ever closer to the runaway wildflower. Gradually, she closed the distance, until with a hiss of premature triumph she lunged forward, managing to grasp the Sneezewort by the roots…

Just as her head collided with Hot Girl’s leg.

“Are you okay?”

Fox briefly considered remaining on the floor. Maybe if she played dead, Hot Girl would take pity on her. On the other hand, deadness would drastically reduce the chances of her getting Hot Girl’s phone number.

Cons outweighing the pros, Fox scrambled to her feet.

“Fine!” She managed, only slightly manically, “Just dropped this.”

She held the Sneezewort up, realised it was still wriggling in a decisively not-normal manner, and quickly hid it behind her back. Hot Girl looked… amused? Or at least, Fox hoped it was amusement. She hoped…

Oh great. Now she was panicking.

“Letmeknowifyouneedanyhelp!”

Fox quickly waved – why did she wave? – and did her best not to run as she fled the scene of her embarrassment. Managing to resist both the urge to look back and the even stronger urge to rip the tendrils of Sneezewort into tiny, unrevivable pieces, she made it safely to the cupboard that masqueraded as a back room and plonked the unruly plant into the nearest soil-filled container.

Okay, now breathe. The problem with uncontrollable magic was that it made an excellent trigger for Fox’s panic attacks. And given that panicking just made the uncontrollable magic worse, it was best to head it off as early as possible.

In… and out. In… and out. In… and out. In… and-

“Excuse me?”

“Ouch!”

Fox had jumped, and slammed her hand down on a squat cactus that definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago. She spun around, the cactus keeping her company by way of its spines embedded in her palm, and immediately tripped over a sprig of Devil’s Ivy that had come to see what all the fuss was about. Fortunately, the vine had the quick thinking to wrap itself around Fox in order to steady her. Unfortunately, it grabbed the wrong leg.

“Oof.”

Fox looked up from her position on the floor to see a face – Hot Girl’s face, to be precise – peering around the “back room” door with concern. Fox tried to smile. From Hot Girl’s expression, it wasn’t all that convincing.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

On the other hand, maybe she’d hit her head harder than she thought.

“Do you need a hand up?”

Hot Girl took a half-step through the doorway, hovering awkwardly as if she wanted to reach out and help Fox to her feet, but had only just realised both her hands were currently busy with an overly large pot of Mother-In-Law’s Tongue. Fox shook her head, which both answered the question and helped shake some of her dizziness.

“I’m good, but thanks.”

To prove it, she reached for a shelf to pull herself to her feet, realised she still had a cactus stuck to her palm, and reached for a shelf on her other side instead.

“Interested in buying that, or just couldn’t make the gym this week?” She asked, nodding to the leafy plant in Hot Girl’s hands as she yanked the cactus from her own. Most of the spines came with it.

“Hmm?” Hot Girl replied, “Oh. Yes. I’d like to buy this, please.”

“Great!” With her non-spiney hand, Fox gestured out the door, “After you.”

In what was nothing short of a miracle, they made it to the counter without any more magical mishaps. Fox briefly considered letting out a sigh of relief, but decided that would just be tempting fate. Hot Girl hefted the heavy plant onto the counter as if it weighted nothing – and if Fox wasn’t convinced of her hotness before that was the final nail in the coffin – and Fox set about ringing her up, jotting a few notes on how to best care for the Mother-In-Law’s Tongue on her cutest gift tag. She was just deciding whether a rainbow-striped ribbon would be too obvious, when Hot Girl spoke.

“Your tattoo is awful.”

Um, what?

“Excuse me?”

“Oh!” Hot Girl’s eyes suddenly widened, as if she hadn’t actually meant to say that out loud, “Oh, no, I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean the design. Sorry. I just meant, the actual tattoo itself. Your lines are wonky, and I can clearly see where the artist has had blowouts. Plus, the colour isn’t saturated properly.”

And Fox thought she had a tendency to ramble. Hot Girl still looked horrified with herself, but Fox wasn’t one to hold a grudge.

“Yeah, it was one of my first,” She shrugged, reaching for the rainbow ribbon, “I’ve got some better ones since then.”

Fox would offer to show her, but dropping her pants at this stage might have been a little too straightforward.

“I could touch it up for you, if you like.” Hot Girl offered. Fox raised an eyebrow.

“I’m a tattoo artist,” Hot Girl quickly explained, “Maverick, I work next door.”

She held out a now-empty hand. Fox shook it.

“I’m Fox,” She said, managing to keep her cool only to immediately ruin it as she added, “I work here.”

By some miracle, Maverick laughed.

“It’s nice to meet you.” She said as she handed over a few crumpled notes and a handful of change, “I mean it though. You should come by the shop sometime. Even if it’s just to check I’m keeping this thing alive.”

Maverick waved at the Mother-In-Law’s Tongue. It waved back.

“Sounds good!” Fox said quickly, desperately hoping Maverick hadn’t seen. Ribbon tied, she gave the plant a stern glare and pushed the pot back across the counter. “Here you go. And remember, Fox’s Flowers, for all your floral needs!”

Maverick laughed again. Fox immediately decided it was the best sound she’d ever heard.

“I will.” Maverick promised. With a final smile, she picked up her purchase, and with a nod of goodbye she was gone.

The moment the door shut behind her, Fox’s head collided with the counter. She hadn’t had a disaster like that in a long time. Groaning, she batted away the Venus Fly Trap that was trying to get her attention, refusing to lift her head. It was a shame really. If she had, she might not have been all that concerned about her unruly magic after all.

Because as Maverick passed the window, the Mother-In-Law’s Tongue in her hands began to glow a bright, vibrant blue.

#writeblr fic exchange #wildswrites #i hope this isn't too ooc!#let me know if anything is super wrong and I'll fix it #but yeah I hope you like it #i changed the magic a lot so sorry?#but i tried to get across her adhd and panic and stuff #but yeah I had fun

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selfmademen · 5 years ago

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Top Surgery Experience

Okay, so I said I would do a write up of my top surgery experience and I’ve finally gotten around to it. Uni started right after so I’ve been fairly frazzled.

Please feel free to ask any questions you may have! I’ll do my best to answer them.

To start with, I currently live in NSW, Australia. There are a few Australian top surgeons, but as a NSW resident my best bet was Dr Steven Merten, with Pure Aesthetics in Sydney. Because Australia has a public healthcare system I was able to get my top surgery under that scheme. As far as I’m aware Dr Merten is the only top surgeon who offers this surgery through the public system. He works in partnership with Concord Hospital in Sydney, and that’s where I had my surgery. If you go privately there are other options for the hospital you stay at. There are pros and cons to the public system, which I’ll detail below.

Pros:

I paid $500~ out of pocket instead of between $5k and $10k (if you have private health insurance it may cover some)

Since he’s in my state I didn’t have to travel far

He’s one of the most experienced top surgeons in the state

there’s two places for appointments, either at his clinic or at the Macquarie uni rooms

Cons:

because I went publicly he didn’t perform the surgery personally, rather a registrar did. However, he was in the room the entire time overseeing the operation.

because he’s so popular I had to wait a full year from the first consultation to the actual surgery date

it was extremely hard to get onto the wait list due to how popular he is.

the public system is only available to NSW residents over 18

I was lucky in that my GP at the time knew him professionally and called in a favour so that I knew the moment his books were open, and I am forever grateful for that. It is MUCH easier to get an appointment with him through the private system, but that’s a lot more expensive. For me, the pros far outweighed the cons here, and I decided I could wait a year for my surgery. I had also intended to lose weight beforehand, but that didn’t happen. Woops.

Prior to my first consultation I needed a referral both from my GP, and a registered psychologist or psychiatrist detailing my transition and documented dysphoria surrounding my breasts. The first consultation was $300 iirc, and I paid a $100 deposit, so only paid $200 on the day. Medicare also gave me a $100-something rebate.

The first consultation was fairly quick. He asked some questions about my transition, what my expectations were regarding surgery, detailed my options, and explained the procedures. He measured my breasts, but never touched me (I kinda just picked them up and moved them where he asked). He also took a photo of my chest, with my consent.

I didn’t actually hear from them until about three months before my surgery because my details got lost, but USUALLY the hospital will get in contact with you regarding your surgery date, what you should expect, and when your pre-op consultation is. I also had to fill out a pre-op health questionnaire and personal details. Due to my high level of haemoglobin as a side effect of T, I was required to provide them with more recent blood test results, but you may not have to do this. Usually there is also a pre-op appointment with the nurses and anethetist at the hospital, but the nurse I spoke to said that I didn’t need to go if I didn’t have any pressing concerns.

My pre-op consult with Dr Merten was a couple of weeks before my surgery, however, it’s usually around the same time. This one was $100, and I also had to pay $130 for a medical compression vest which I have to wear for up to three weeks post-op. Again, Medicare partially reimbursed my consultation fee, but not the vest.

During this consultation we basically covered the same things, and I also saw a nurse who told me what medications to avoid, and briefed me on post op care. She also gave me my medical vest, wound tape, and some pamphlets.

Some things she covered:

smokers should stop smoking 12 weeks before surgery

you should limit your alcohol intake the week before surgery, and don’t drink alcohol AT ALL during the two days immediately prior to surgery

no herbal medications, asparin, ibuprofen, or other blood thinners for two weeks prior to surgery. IF YOU ARE ON BLOOD THINNERS FOR MEDICAL REASONS THIS MAY BE DIFFERENT FOR YOU.

do not eat or drink anything from midnight the night before your surgery. Morning medication (antidepressants in my case) can be taken with a sip of water.

the night before and morning of surgery I had to shower with a special soap that was provided in order to kill bacteria on my skin.

I did have to call the admissions centre the day before my surgery to confirm my appointment time. For me it was 8:30. Before going in I had a brief interview with a nurse, who took down my details and checked me for allergies and medical conditions. I was given my wrist bands (red, since I have a codeine allergy), and directed up to where I would meet the nurses. There I changed into the operating gown (you can keep your undies on) and compression socks due to my weight.

I was taken to a prep room before the operating theatre where Dr Merten marked my chest. Basically where things would be cut, lipo’d, etc. I was feeling nervous so the anethetist also came in, did my canula and gave me something to relax (don’t know what it was). He was extremely kind and friendly, and said he was honoured to be included in this part of my journey, which I honestly thought was an incredibly sweet thing to say, and I’m very grateful for how he looked after me.

The relaxation shit kinda made me dopey, and pretty much immediately I was wheeled into the theatre. They had me wriggle from the bed onto the table, I nearly fell off, but it was all good. I don’t really remember much from here, but there was some music playing, and the nurses and registrar were setting up.

At this point the anethetist put the mask on and told me to take some deep breaths. I remember it tasting and smelling really weird, and the next thing I know I was waking up in recovery.

I’m not sure how long I was in recovery for because I kept drifting in and out, but they gave me something for the pain and then wheeled me to the ward. I started waking up properly around this time, had a chat with the people transporting me, and by the time I was in the ward I was fully alert (and really needed to pee).

Because of my size and the way the surgery worked out, I did have a few staples at the ends of my incisions, and I also had to put the compression vest on. I also had drains, with bags that needed to be changed every twelve hours. Nurses would also come and take my blood pressure and check that everything was okay and that I wasn’t in too much pain. They were all extremely welcoming and accepting, never misgendered me once, and even double checked my name and pronouns to ensure that everyone knew. My mate was also allowed to stay with me pretty much the whole day until dinner, which really helped me cos I’m bad with hospitals.

After surgery I was stiff and ached a little, but there wasn’t too much pain. I was able to go to the toilet myself, although wiping was very difficult for the first week.

I stayed overnight, and was discharged the next day. They gave me anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, and some opiates to help the pain. I should note here that I do have an extremely high pain tolerance, so outside of days where I pushed myself a bit too far, I generally didn’t need to use them.

I’m unsure if my experience is unusual, as I was able to do pretty much everything immediately post-op. Of course, I’ve been taking it easy, but dressing, sleeping, cooking, moving, has all so far been generally okay. I have had some pain on days where I moved about too much, or sat up too much, but that’s also partially chronic pain flaring up due to my bad back.

I was discharged with my drains still in, as I’m a bleeder. Usually with Dr Merten they’re removed before discharge, but I was sent home with some bags and instructed to change them every 24 hours and keep a record of how much had drained. I think I wound up keeping my drains in for around a week before they were removed.

I went to the medical centre twice to have my dressings changed and drains checked (and eventually removed), and was sent home with a sterile staple remover for my GP to remove my staples with. They’ll be coming out at the end of the week. The drains didn’t hurt when removed, it just felt like an odd tugging sensation. The stitches Dr Merten used are dissolving ones, so no need to get them taken out.

I do have to change my nipple dressings every three days, and the tape on my incisions can stay on for up to a week. The stuff I use is extremely strong and has glue on it, so I’m a bit hesitant to change it on my own (nearly ripped a staple out last time I changed my dressings).

I’m roughly three weeks post-op now, and I have pretty much all my mobility back. Showering is difficult, as is bending over or reaching to one side (tugs on my incisions). There is pain when I do things, but unless something actively tugs at, touches, or puts pressure on my wounds I’m not in any pain. Mostly its just an annoyance at this stage.

I’m still sleeping on my back, although I can lie on my side for short periods of time. There’s some bruising around my armpits where I had liposuction, and there is a small numb patch on my left side. I can’t feel my nipples, but I also couldn’t feel them prior to this so it’s not a huge loss.

I’ve seen some people say that they felt depressed post-op because of a hormone fluctuation, but personally when I saw my chest it felt natural and right. I didn’t cry (not a big crier) and I wasn’t surprised or shocked or… overwhelmed. To me it was my outer body finally reflecting my inner self. I already looked like this in my own mind, so it was just natural that it looks the way it does post-op.

Unfortunately some dysmorphia and self-esteem issues surrounding my weight have resurfaced, but that’s not really related to the top surgery, and it’s something I’m able to work on as I recover.

If there’s something I haven’t covered that you’re curious about, please send an ask! I’ve tried to be as thorough as possible, but its been a few weeks and some details are fuzzy.

#top surgery

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honeyedhoseok · 6 years ago

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Saccharine Sweet | The V2 Series

Genre | Angst, Taehyung x Female Reader, The V2 Series

Word Count | 7.4K

Warnings | Mentions of drinking/getting drunk/alcohol, infidelity, and lots of unrequited love

Summary | “Spikin’ a diet coke, tryin’ to find somewhere to smoke / I wonder if she knows who is in love and who is alone” Taehyung feels quite guilty for the feelings blossoming in his chest after your unplanned reunion. But one night spent observing your friends and their behavior while celebrating Hyejin’s promotion, and he’s more than convinced he deserves you more than your boyfriend does.

A/N | After a little break, here is an additional V2 drabble in Taehyung’s POV! I can’t tell if this is a necessary part of the story line or not but I wanted to write it anyways. This takes place in between Don’t You Need Me? and Taking Pictures. (P.S. Sorry that I’m always writing about drinking?) Please enjoy! <3

Read the rest of The V2 Series HERE!

Taehyung isn’t sure what it is about drinking that makes him think of you.

He knows it could be a myriad of causes—the fact that alcohol breaks the barrier of one’s subconscious and tends to pull up the weeds of nostalgia; that a many of fun nights he’s had with you have been when one (or both) of you were drinking,; or that he tends to be more in his own head when his mouth is busy pulling poison into his liver.

But tonight, he thinks, it’s a little bit deeper than the usual reasons.

There's gnawing at his stomach that has nothing to do with the concoction Jungkook handed him in a red solo cup an hour ago. Although it was made in Taehyung’s own kitchen, he can’t figure out for the life of him what Jungkook managed to pull from his cabinets that smelled as strongly as the contents of the dark liquid over ice that sat within the drink in his hands.

Nonetheless, he’d continued to bring it to his lips, making sure not to breathe in as he tilted it back over and over and over until he was looking at dregs of alcohol and mixer at the bottom, knowing they were mocking him for what they were about to do to his brain.

In brief summary, Taehyung missed you. But in his defense, it had been a long time since you two had seen each other—yes, to him, two weeks was an incredibly long time—but he was trying not to bother you too much. He knew you were busy and you had your own life outside of him, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he was more important to your everyday affairs.

If Taehyung had his way, he’d be driving to see you during the week whenever you got off work. It wasn’t just physical—meaning, he didn’t just want to fuck you, or kiss you, or really even touch you; his yearning came from a different place inside him.

Over the years apart, he’d missed your smile and the scent you left behind when you walked past and the sound of your laughter and the way you said his name. And he knew that somewhere deep down, because you kept bringing him around even after your tumultuous reconnection a few months ago, that you felt the same way about him.

Taehyung was sure he’d get there one day—a bigger part of your life, that is. It would just take some time.

And so, with his head full of these thoughts, he sends a message.

[9:28PM] Hey?

Of course, Taehyung knows it’s wrong to think of you as someone who could be a permanent part of his life. Because you weren’t his. You weren’t committed to him. But he felt somehow that you had expressed your unrelenting want to have him around through actions rather than words, through gestures rather than expression of emotion.

If he was being completely honest with himself, you two had long since blurred the lines of what it meant to be platonic; so after he sends you the text, he feels a little less guilty about it when, despite being in the middle of having a girls night with your friends, you answer back rather quickly.

[9:30PM] Hey! What’s up?

[9:31PM] Wyd?

Taehyung waits, the little floating dots letting him know you are typing. You start and stop a few times, causing him to anxiously keep his eyes on the screen instead of exiting off the app.

[9:32PM] With friends

[9:32PM] Hyejin got a promotion so we’re celebrating with a girls night

Of course, Taehyung knows this already, but he needed a way to start a conversation and make sure you would reply.

[9:34PM] Can you talk? He types. Just for a min

[9:35PM] Yeah

Taehyung stands up from the couch, setting his empty cup on the kitchen counter as he passes through. Jungkook, sits at the kitchen table scrolling on his phone, and he looks up lazily as Taehyung heads towards the porch.

“Where you going?” he asks.

“Outside to make a call,” Taehyung says, holding up his phone. “Can you make me another drink?”

Jungkook nods, and Taehyung steps over the threshold of the glass door to the balcony, sliding it shut behind him. He clicks on your number on his phone and brings it to his ear—while it rings, he picks up the pack of cigars sitting on the railing and digs for his lighter in the pocket of his jeans.

You answer on the second ring. “Hey,” you say. “What’s up, is something wrong?”

It’s quiet behind your voice in his ear, and Taehyung realizes you must have stepped outside to take his phone call as well.

“I’ve got a problem,” he says, pausing to flick the lighter and bring it to the end of his cigar. When the tip glows red, he takes a long inhale, letting smoke escape from his mouth as he talks. “It’s serious.”

“Taehyung,” you say, worry lacing your voice. “What is it?”

Taehyung smiles a little at how much you seem to care, and it makes him feel a little bad for the joke about to slide between his lips. “I’m having separation anxiety,” he states.

“From who?” you ask, and he can tell you still think he’s being serious.

He sighs melodramatically. “See, there’s this girl. She’s about shoulder height, pretty hair, killer lips and body,” he says, trying not to let the smile spreading across his face bleed into the serious tone he was struggling to keep up. “But she’s a total brat and makes me go forever without seeing her—”

“Are you being serious right now?” you say, giggling a little despite the annoyance in your voice.

He keeps going, just to humor you. “—and I mean, it might just be that I’ve had a drink or two. But like, I can’t stop thinking about what I would do to her if she were here in front of me right now, you know?”

“Taehyung,” you scold him, but he can hear the smile in your voice. “Don’t.”

He takes another drag of his cigar, tapping the ashes over the balcony. “Really, though,” he says. “Come see me. Leave your friends.”

It’s a brash statement, but being subtle with you was never his specialty.

You’re quiet in contemplation for a few beats. “Aren’t you with Jungkook?”

“I’ll make him go home,” Taehyung responds easily. “What do you say?”

You laugh—a sound like honey in his ears. “Taehyung, we’re celebrating Hyejin’s promotion. I can’t leave.”

He sighs, looking out at the city behind his apartment in the direction of your house. A car passes by on the street below him and his eyes follow it, its red tail lights glowing as it moves down the road like a beacon guiding him toward you.

“I want to,” you add quietly. “But I can’t.”

“What if I came to you?” he asks, a last-ditch attempt. “Can girls night turn into girls-plus-me-and-Jungkook night?”

“Jungkook and I,” you correct, followed by a sigh. “Let me see.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, but waits patiently on the line. He can’t help but feel happy that you seem eager to include him in the plans somehow. There’s some shuffling, and he hears a door opening followed by a sudden burst of noise as you walk back into Hyejin’s house.

“Hyejin, where are you?” you call out.

While Taehyung waits, Jungkook knocks twice on the sliding glass door, prompting Taehyung to open it and take the drink from his outstretched hand. There’s still shuffling on your end, so he quickly asks Jungkook how he feels about leaving, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he takes a sip of Jungkook’s newest concoction.

“Can we drink there?” the taller boy asks without missing a beat.

Taehyung shrugs. “Hold on.”

Your voice comes through the speaker then, finally pitching to Hyejin about the proposition of inviting more people. “Taehyung said he wants to give you a present for your promotion,” you add convincingly. “Can he come?”

“Uh, Y/N?” Taehyung says in disbelief, chuckling a little at your audacity. “I said nothing about a present!”

You ignore his interjection, of course. “Hyejin said bring some wine!” you tell Taehyung while giggling. “You can only come if you bring wine.”

“Fine,” Taehyung says, satisfaction coating his tone at smuggling his way to see you. Honestly, he’d bring Hyejin whatever she wanted if it meant he could show up at her house. “I’ll be over there in a little bit.”

“Okay,” you say sweetly, “see you soon.”

Taehyung hangs up, pulling one last drag from his cigar before he stubs the butt out on the railing and puts it in a bucket in the corner of the balcony.

“So,” Jungkook says, grinning. “Hyejin’s house?”

Taehyung sends you a quick snap from the Uber after he and Jungook leave his apartment. You open it and immediately send back two black hearts and a kissy-face emoji, and it has Taehyung smiling stupidly at his phone in the passenger seat.

Hyejin’s place is a good twenty minutes from Taehyung’s, so he spends most of the ride chatting with the Uber driver about their night, how long they’ve been living in the area, and the pros and cons of the job.

Taehyung can’t remember the last time he went to one of your friend’s houses—he wasn’t particularly fond of any you had in high school because he couldn’t really see the connection between you and them. You were everything they weren’t: sweet, funny, kind, and most importantly, loyal.

It was the same now—he sensed an air of dishonesty from all of your current friends, with the exception of Yeonwoo. She was okay, he guessed.

When the Uber drops Taehyung and Jungkook off at Hyejin’s apartment complex, Jungkook immediately pats the pockets of his black skinny jeans for his cigarettes upon stepping out of the car. When he finds them, he pulls one out and puts it between his lips, rolling his thumb over the flint of his lighter a few times to get it to spark.

“Might as well hit this now before we go in,” he murmurs, letting the cigarette dangle from the corner of his mouth. “I’m guessing I can’t smoke in there, either.”

Taehyung gives his friend a knowing look. “No one wants to smell like that anymore, man,” he says, half-joking. “You stink.”

Jungkook flips him off, making sure to take a deep drag of his cigarette and blow the smoke in Taehyung’s direction. The smell hits his nose and it wrinkles on instinct and reminds him of high school and hormones and stupidity and—you. He remembers a small fleeting memory of the first and only time you tried smoking a cigarette back then, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

You are just a few steps away from him inside of Hyejin’s apartment, and Taehyung’s brain is suddenly aware of it, his nerves singing with excitement. It gives him a little jolt of energy, knowing that he’s about to step through the door and gather you up in a hug, and he urges Jungkook to hurry up so he can go inside. He blames it on not wanting to hold the wine bottle any longer—which Jungkook rolls his eyes at, but finishes up and is soon trudging along toward Hyejin’s apartment on the first floor.

Her place is nicer than any of your friends—he remembers you telling him one time she could afford her. three bedroom apartment all by her lonesome. The thought makes Taeyhung wonder briefly what her pay bracket would be after this current promotion.

However, it’s not the apartment-owner, and rather Yeonwoo, that opens the front door with a smile, eyes traveling from Taehyung to Jungkook behind him almost immediately. “Oh?” she says, “Who’s this?”

After the front door is shut behind him and Jungkook, Taehyung can hear girlish peals of laughter coming from the living room and the thudding sounds of a base system pulsing through the house. He raises an eyebrow at the commotion, but decides to answer Yeonwoo’s question first.

“Jungkook, Yeonwoo. Yeonwoo, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, and the two give each other a welcoming nod.

“Nice to meet you,” Yeonwoo murmurs, the corners of her mouth twisting up in a soft smile.

Taehyung is actually quite fond of Yeonwoo, he realizes.

Again, she’s the only friend you had that gave him a good vibe, and most importantly, she didn’t treat him weirdly like the rest of your friends did. Whenever he was around them, they seemed to be eyeing him constantly—and not in a way that made him feel wanted. He supposed it was because he never projected a smidgen of interest their way, and so they were unsure of how to be around him. Even after a few months of knowing them,, it was still a little uncomfortable to be in their presence.

But Yeonwoo didn’t question your friendship with him, didn’t ask why he suddenly came back into your life a few months ago—she just accepted it. Taehyung respected her because she respected you. And she didn’t seem to be trying to pry into your life too much if it wasn’t deemed necessary. You need more friends like her, he thought, and less like Mina—who comes stumbling down the hallway then, face red with laughter.

“Yeonwoo, you gotta come see Y/N, she’s—” she pauses, realizing Taehyung and Jungkook’s figures standing in the doorway, finally. “Oh, hey guys.”

Taehyung notices how her voice teeters on boredom the second she talks to them.

“Hey Mina,” Taehyung says. “Have you met Jungkook?”

She ignores his question, tugging on Yeonwoo’s hand. “Come back, it’s almost our turn to karaoke!”

The two take off down the hallway, with Yeonwoo looking back over her shoulder just as they reach the opening to the living room. “You guys coming?” she asks, throwing Taehyung a wide grin. “Bring that wine! We all need refills.”

Jungkook murmurs something behind Taehyung about fucking hating karaoke and Taehyung elbows him in the ribs, nodding his head toward Yeonwoo’s disappearing figure for him to follow after.

The thumping turns into the beginnings of a song as they near the noise. Taehyung begins to make out two distinct voices singing—kind of horribly, he must admit—to an old pop anthem.

I wanna hold ‘em like they do in Texas, please

Fold ‘em, let ‘em hit me, raise it baby, stay with me

Standing on the couch with bare feet—toenails painted the prettiest baby pink color, Taehyung notices—is you, microphone in hand as you scream the lyrics. Hyejin stands in the middle of her living room floor, doing makeshift choreography to the Lady Gaga song playing. She also has a microphone, but before she brings it to her mouth for the chorus, she looks over and sees Taehyung and Jungkook standing to the side.

“Taehyung!” she yells over the music, her face flushed with either embarrassment of alcohol. “You brought the wine? It better have a screw top!”

Taehyung nods, extending the bottle towards her as she gives him a million-dollar grin. She sashays over and grabs it from his outstretched hand, heading into the kitchen where four wine glasses sit on the counter.

You look over at him now, too, still animatedly singing with alcohol-induced pink cheeks—you didn’t blush much—and a playful sparkle in your eye that makes Taehyung smile a little.

Russian roulette is not the same without a gun

And baby, when it’s love if it’s not rough, it isn’t fun

Yeonwoo stands to the side with Taehyung and Jungkook, still overlooking the scene as Mina grabs Hyjein’s microphone from the kitchen and joins in singing with you. Beside Taehyung, Jungkook blows out a long, anxiety-filled stream of air from his nose, looking over at his friend as if to say what the fuck did you just drag me into?

Taehyung is glad that he and Jungkook were drinking a little before this. And he’s also glad that Jungkook convinced him it was a good idea to sneak the bottle of whiskey from Taehyung’s kitchen counter into his sweatpants pocket for the Uber ride, because both of them were going to need a heavier drink if they were going to feel comfortable in this atmosphere.

As if on cue, Jungkook gets Taehyung’s attention and taps his pants pocket, throwing a wry smile over his shoulder as he heads into the kitchen to join Hyejin. Taehyung watches his friend ask her something before she points over his shoulder at a cabinet full of glassware.

“You want next?” Yeonwoo asks, leaning into Taehyung so she can be heard over the music better. She seems the least buzzed out of the four, and he wonders why.

“I think I’m good.” He grins. “You guys do not want to hear my deep ass voice trying to sing.”

Yeonwoo giggles, shrugging. “You never know. What if you were an opera singer in your past life?”

“Key word: past,” Taehyung jokes.

Yeonwoo rolls her eyes at this but doesn’t press him on the matter—just another reason why she was the most likable of your friends

You step down from the couch and join Mina as the last chorus of the song repeats itself:

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face

You both end in a pose and Yeonwoo and Hyejin clap and whoop for you two, so Taehyung joins in amusedly. It was quite a heart-fluttering show, he must admit—but it’s nothing compared to when you lock eyes with him, transferring your mic to Yeonwoo as she trades places with you on the couch.

You walk over, grinning and opening your arms for a hug, which Taehyung easily scoops you into. Your shorter frame only comes up to his shoulder, but it makes it a perfect opportunity for you to bury your face in his chest as he brings you close. He lets his cheek rest on top of your head, loving the scents of sweet shampoo wafting from your hair and filling his head with thoughts he knows he shouldn’t have.

It’s a short embrace, of course, but he’s satisfied for the time-being when you pull away.

“What’d you think?” you say, giving him a pretty smile. “American Idol worthy?”

Taehyung nods. “You should definitely go pro.”

“Thanks for the fake confidence,” you say, smacking him on the shoulder lightly. You stare at him a little longer, eyes narrowing after a moment. “You dyed your hair again?”

Taehyung smiles sheepishly, shrugging. “The blonde was a lot to keep up with.”

“Duh,” you say, reaching up to take a piece of his chocolate-brown stands near the corner of his eye between your fingers delicately. “When your roots are super dark, that’s what tends to happen.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me that?”

You sigh, but the sound is more content than annoyed. “Best friend. Confidant.” You tick the points off on your fingertips. “Am I your hair stylist now, too, Taehyung?”

Taehyung can think of few other things he would like you to be, but instead he gives you an impish grin and shrugs his shoulders once more, deciding to bite his tongue for now. You two grin at each other just a second too long for friends, and Taehyung thinks he sees the same glimmer of a saccharine-tinted comment in your eyes for just a moment before the light goes out of them, like storm clouds rolling in over your irises.

“So I have to tell you something—”

You’re interrupted by the doorbell ringing once more, and both of your heads turn towards the sound.

“Who’s here?” Taehyung asks you, eyebrows furrowing. “Did Hyejin invite more people?”

He can’t help the annoyance that coats the statement, and you look at him with a pout forming around the edges of your mouth—begging to be forgiven before he even knows what the problem is.

“She asked me,” you say softly, eyes falling from his face as you turn away from him and towards the hallway to answer the door.

It hits Taehyung after you’ve taken a few steps away from him that there’s an unwarranted guest about to enter the house—unwarranted only by himself, though.

“Party, party!” the voice rings out loud and clear down the hallway, puncturing Taehyung right in his lovesick little heart. “Where’s Hyejin? I have a present!”

Taehyung has just enough time to cross the room, nodding to Jungkook to come with him outside as you, Hongbin and his friend make your way back toward the living room.

Jungkook excuses himself from Hyejin instantly, falling into step behind his friend with zero questions asked. Taehyung slides the glass door shut behind him just as Hongbin rounds the corner to the living room, holding balloons and a gift bag in his hands and sporting a million-dollar smile on his face.

Taehyung can’t help but tsk in annoyance from his spot outside on the porch, reaching into his pocket for the only thing that can bring him peace in the stress of a moment such as this.

He fumbles his lighter with shaking hands, the flint refusing to roll underneath the pressure of his sweaty thumb pad. He curses as it slips from his grip, so Jungkook strikes his own lighter, putting the small, orange flame to the end of Taehyung’s cigar before he lights his own cigarette.

“You sure you don’t need something a little stronger?” Jungkook asks lightly. “I’ve got a few to spare.”

Taehyung glances back through the glass in time to see Hongbin pull out a cake from a decorative bag. Hyejin claps and squeals with excitement, but Taehyung’s eyes zone in on your hand lightly laid on his bicep. You give it a squeeze when he looks at you for validation, eyeing you with a gaze that says, Look! Aren’t I the best?

Taehyung considers the idea of a real smoke—one laced with nicotine that would surely sate the buzzing in his veins—but shakes his head, letting the grey swirls coming from the end of his Summer Blend cigar fog his brain for a second.

Jungkook doesn’t press his friend because he knows enough to understand the reaction. Taehyung had openly expressed his dislike for Hongbin many times in the past—sometimes even calling Jungkook up to rant about a post he saw on your Facebook. Hongbin was the pompous, let-me-show-how-smart-I-am type who liked to argue, and Taehyung had stopped himself many times from putting a simple stfu under one of his posts.

“He’s here now,” Jungkook says matter-of-factly, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You’ll have to go back in and play house sooner or later—and I’m thinking sooner, because I was actually having a pretty good conversation with Hyejin before you whisked me away.”

“Whisked,” Taehyung mutters, rolling his eyes.

He hates the way Jungkook quirks a curious eyebrow at him, sizing him up as if asking was it wrong for saying what he did.

He isn’t wrong; Taehyung knows this. But why tonight? Why did you have to invite Hongbin tonight?

He needed to see you, went out of his way so much as to ask to get invited to fucking girls night, bought your friend alcohol—only to get shit on with your stupid boyfriends’ stupid six-foot stature coming through the door just as he got settled into a good mood.

Taehyung didn’t like Hongbin for a lot of reasons, but Taehyung absolutely hated Hongbin for being taller than him. How was he supposed to win any argument of why you should leave your shitty relationship when it was coming from the mouth of someone five-foot-ten?

Taehyung sighs, pulling one last drag from his cigar before he smashes it on the concrete, extinguishing the glowing red tip at the end. Jungkook does the same to his cigarette, patting his pocket.

“All I got to offer is cigarettes and alcohol,” he says, smiling as he flicks his fringe out of his face. “You gotta take one or the other, man.”

“Shut up,” Taehyung mutters, but holds his hand out for the bottle of whiskey.

Jungkook’s grin widens because he knows he has won, and hands it over. Taehyung drinks straight from the bottle—two swigs that has his throat feeling drier than before, but he relishes in it; tonight was going to hurt a lot worse than the feeling of drinking alcohol without a chaser. He was absolutely sure of it.

Taehyung lets Jungkook go back inside first, keeping his eyes trained on the large, black T-shirt swallowing his friends skinny frame to calm the rolling bundle of nerves knotting in his stomach. The music seems even louder now that he’s had a small break from it in the quiet of the outside—but he supposes he should be happy the karaoke has ceased for the time being.

Hongbin has brought along a friend who Taehyung has seen before in his Facebook albums. The two are work buddies, but Taehyung knows you don’t feel very strongly for any of Hongbin’s acquaintances.

“Taehyung, Jungkook!” Hongbin says once the two reappear in the kitchen, holding his arms open for a hug.

That was another thing—what guy would rather hug than do a handshake? Or even the handshake-hug combo? What was wrong with him?

Taehyung smiles regardless, accepting the feeling of Hongbin’s arms around him and relishing in the fact that it’s brief and passes quickly. Jungkook slinks away to Hyejin soon after, leaving Taehyung to fend for himself.

“How have you been, man?” Taehyung asks as a formality. “Busy, I’m guessing?”

“Of course,” Hongbin says, giving a sheepish shrug. “The firm is crazy these days.”

Taehyung nods, letting his gaze drift away from Hongbin’s face and around the room until it lands on yours. Coincidentally, you’re looking back at him, although in the middle of a conversation with Mina. You give him a tired smile, and he has half a mind to stick his tongue out at you.

“What about you?” Hongbin asks, bringing Taehyung’s attention back to him. “Y/N tells me you’re working at a library in town?”

The sentence isn’t laced with any underlying discontempt or judgments, but Taehyung feels them anyway. People didn’t understand his love of being around books over a job that would allow him to be more settled in life. He was young, and the way he saw it, he didn’t need to settle for anything at the moment—be it a job or a lifestyle.

Taehyung nods. “It’s nice,” he says. “I get the weekends off sometimes, the pay is decent, and it’s quiet.”

“Yeah?” Hongbin replies. “Must be. Are you into writing or anything like that?”

Always the first assumption, Taehyung thinks.

“I mean, a little,” he answers reluctantly. “I’d like to think of it as more of a hobby, though.”

“I know a guy who I might can get you into contact with,” Hongbin says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “He’s with a small indie publishing house in the area.”

Taehyung’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Hongbin says, and he gives Taehyung the exact same smile that he gave you earlier—one begging to be recognized for their good deeds. “It’s no problem, really. He was in the office the other day saying they’re looking for new voices. Y/N has your number, right?”

Taehyung nods, looking over at you again. You pipe up at the mention of your name, and he wonders how in the world you can hear their conversation over the stereo blasting between you two.

“I’ll get her to send you the information, then,” Hongbin says, putting his phone away. “Don’t let me forget.”

“Thanks man,” Taehyung says, still a little surprised, but also suspicious. “I’d appreciate it.”

You walk over then, offering Hongbin some of the wine in your glass. “Try some,” you say.

Taehyung watches the interaction with guarded eyes, about to step back from the conversation you were going to rope him into but he’s not quite fast enough.

“I heard my name,” you add, raising your eyebrows and looking between the two men standing on either side of you. “What’s up?”

“I just need you to remind me to send some information to Taehyung is all,” Hongbin says before taking a sip from your glass that makes his lips purse. “Bitter.”

He hands it back to you just as Hyejin calls his name, beckoning him over in the kitchen where she and Jungkook stand around the cake. Taehyung wants to smack his lips at the notion—of course Hongbin would bring your friend a cake—but you murmur an apology to him before he can do so.

“Don’t be mad at me,” you say, putting your hand on his forearm briefly. “Hyejin wanted to invite more people and—“

“Why would I be mad?” Taehyung mutters, doing nothing to hide the discontent in his voice as he goes on, “I love watching you be a good girlfriend.”

You don’t bat an eye at the bite in his statement, but Taehyung knows he has hurt your feelings based on the tightness of your lips as you bring your wine glass to your mouth again, finishing off what’s left in a few hard gulps.

“I need another drink,” you say with eyes cold as ice. “You coming with?”

Per usual, Taehyung swallows the remark building in his throat—the unrelenting will to tell you how wrong all of this was, but what quickly follows is the gut-wrenching guilt that reminds him how much he is at fault, too—and decides that a drink sounds like the best option.

Taehyung spends the next few hours doing a few things: drinking, sneaking away to smoke with Jungkook and complain, keeping watch while keeping his distance from you, and avoiding any and all attempts at getting dragged into singing karaoke with Hyejin and Yeonwoo.

With a hearty supply of whiskey-and-diet-coke concoctions courtesy of Jungkook, Taehyung feels more relaxed as the night goes on. He tends to drift to the outside of parties usually, keeping watch over the whole scene—partially because he feels more comfortable on the outside of the action, and partially because he tended not to be close to anyone in the room—but this time, it happens naturally. Tucked into the soft, brown cushions of Hyejin’s couch, Taehyung has a perfect view of everything that’s going on.

Yet, somehow among all of the aforementioned preoccupations, he still begins to notice the certain prolonged eye contact between two people in the room who are not dating—and he doesn’t mean the flirty looks Jungkook keeps giving Hyejin while she makes him drinks.

Taehyung narrows his eyes as yet another peal of laughter comes from Mina. He doesn’t have to look up to see what or who she is laughing at.

Hongbin stands with her, telling some gut-busting story about the firm that is completely worthy of the way Mina is reacting, Taehyung is sure. What started off as a smile when Hongbin walked into the room slowly turned into a location check—both Mina and Hongbin looking around Hyejin’s space every once in a while to see where the other was—until gravity finally pulled them toward each other where they stood in a corner of the dining area to themselves.

Taehyung can’t think of anything worse in the world than being oblivious to your surroundings—which is exactly what you are at all times of the day. You couldn't read a room if you tried, so he’s thankful he’s there to do the dirty work for you.

He watches Mina lay a hand on Hongbin’s bicep, similarly to the way you did earlier, and the action makes him hot with anger. He can’t tell if her intentions are just friendly or something more yet, so he settles back into the couch, nursing his cup and trying not to think of all the artificial sweeteners going into his body courtesy of the only mixer Hyejin kept in her house.

Twenty minutes later, as he’s scrolling on his phone, you come over to where he is, plopping beside him on the couch and filling his nose with a flurry of your usual intoxicating scents.

You lean into his right side, take a peek at his phone screen. “What are you doing?” You ask, your breath alcohol-tinted as it washes over Taehyung’s cheek.

“Facebook,” he mumbles, continuing to scroll. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to apologize for earlier.”

Taehyung pauses, turning to look at your face. Your eyes are glassy from drinking, but otherwise you look completely serious—and stubborn as ever, he might add.

“Really?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “That’s bold of you.”

“What you said was bold, too,” you retort, but your voice softens a little. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t want to invite him, but Hyejin said to. And what was I supposed to say, no?”

Taehyung shrugs, turning his attention back to his phone. “I don’t know. You could’ve thought of something.”

He realizes how childish he sounds, but he can’t help it. At this point he’s not even mad anymore, he just wants to give you a hard time for the sake of doing it. You realize it too, because a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you lean a little closer, bumping his shoulder with yours.

“Come on, Taehyung,” you say, giving him a bigger grin that shows off two rows of pearly whites, waiting to devour his fragile heart whole. “Say you’re sorry, and then you can help me light the candles for the cake.”

He contemplates the offer, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “Candles first,” he says finally. “Apology later—after I’ve had some more time to be mad at you.”

You roll your eyes but accept his offer, standing up from the couch with uncertain balance. “The candles are in Hyejin’s office in my bag—go get them and meet me outside on the porch.”

Taehyung nods and stands up as well, pocketing his phone and heading to the back of the apartment where the bedrooms were. The music quiets as he gets further from the living room and being by himself in a darkened hallways makes him realize how strong his mixed drinks actually were as he stumbles a little—though they tasted of nothing but the false sweetness of Diet Coke.

Taehyung curses Jungkook’s ability once again to sneakily get him fucked up without asking as he opens a door to his right only to find a bathroom. He shuts it and tries the door on his left—a laundry room.

“Is this place a fucking mansion?” He murmurs to himself grumpily, heading past the two for another door on the left.

When he opens the third door, Taehyung is delighted to see it is indeed Hyejin’s office, but who is standing in there is what really sends a shock wave through his bones.

“Oh, hey,” Taehyung says, eyeing Mina and Hongbin in front of him with slight suspicion.

Silence weighs heavy in the air as the pair try to figure out how to cover up getting caught in a place by themselves.

“I’m uh—looking for Y/N’s bag?” Taehyung adds, scratching the back on his neck. “She wants the candles—to uh, light Hyejin’s cake.”

Hongbin is the first to unfreeze, leaping for your bag that sits on the floor beside Hyejin’s computer desk. “This is hers, I think.”

He hands the bag off to Taehyung, who looks past him at Mina. She’s standing with her arms over her chest, as if she and Hongbin were just talking intensely about something—and when she notices Taehyung looking, she drops her hands to her side, giving him an innocent, albeit nervous, smile. Her face is flushed pink, and Taehyung can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or what was happening before he walked in.

“We’re about to cut the cake,” Taehyung says, grabbing the candles and handing the bag back to Hongbin. “You guys coming?”

He tries to keep his face placid and voice even, despite the rising anger threatening to overtake his composure. Regardless of what they were doing—their bodies were close, but not touching, so Taehyung had no evidence something was happening—why couldn’t their conversation take place around everyone else? With the eyes they’d been giving each other all night, how was he supposed to feel about walking in on them like this?

“Yep, coming,” Hongbin says, giving Taehyung another sickly sweet smile.

Mina turns to leave then, shoving roughly past Taehyung and out into the hallway. He watches her go before he turns his attention back to Hongbin. If he realizes Taehyung’s question before he asks it, he doesn’t make it known in his stale facial expression.

“Everything okay?” Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows.. “She seems—“

“Don’t worry about it,” Hongbin cuts him off. Taehyung is taken aback by the sharpness in his voice, as if he were giving an order. “Y/N wanted those candles, right? You don’t want to keep her waiting when she’s drinking—she gets annoyed fast.”

How annoyed would she get knowing what I just walked in on? Taehyung thinks.

“Right,” he says. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll go get these to her.”

Hongbin gives a tight nod of his head as Taehyung turns on his heel to walk back down the hallway, crushing the pack of candles in his fist by his side.

You wait for Taehyung on Hyejin’s balcony, the cake sitting on the small, round table beside you. When he closes the sliding glass door behind him, you rise from one of Hyejin’s patio chairs, raising your eyebrows at his appearing figure.

“Took you long enough,” you tease, holding a hand out for the candles. “Thought you got lost or something.”

“There’s a lot of doors down that hallway,” Taehyung responds, shrugging one shoulder. He hands off the pack to you, digging around in his pocket for a lighter.

“It’s too bad you don’t like chocolate,” you say, nodding your head toward the cake. “The frosting is really good.”

Although you were just teasing Taehyung moments ago about taking too long, you lean against the railing lazily now, fingering the small package in your hand and watching as he pulls a cigar to his lips and lights the end.

Taehyung takes one drag and struggles to let the familiar feeling smother the anxiety building in his stomach—should he tell you? Was it the right time?

“It’s okay, I’m not a big sweets fan anyways,” he responds, finally, after another drag.

Taehyung shuffles into the far corner of the porch away from the sliding glass door, letting his shoulder press against the outside paneling of Hyejin’s apartment while he looks on toward the parking lot.

“You never were,” you muse, giving him a look. “It was always such a bummer.”

Taehyung lets his eyes trail to yours, not expecting to recognize the fondness he sees in them. In your gaze are traces of nostalgia, a glint in your eyes that tells him you’re reliving memories behind the pretty irises that hold his own. You walk over to him, leaning on the railing and standing just close enough to brush against his side when you move.

Taehyung nudges you with his elbow, offering the cigar in his hand which you take without hesitation. The sounds of the muted party bleed through the cracks of Hyejin’s house and onto the porch, threatening to break the veil of ease you put Taehyung in, but he forces himself to focus.

In the blurry quiet he has time to relish in the scent of flowery perfume floating from your clothes and the way your hair blows lightly across your cheeks with the cool night wind. He has time to place his hand over yours, to envelop your small palm in his bigger one and bring it up to nuzzle his face against before he presses a single kiss to the center of the underside.

“Ah, ah, ah,” you tease, pulling your hand out of his and wagging a finger at him playfully. “I’m not letting you off that easily. You still have to apologize before we’re friends again.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says, his eyebrows disappearing in the cocoa-colored bangs that rest on his forehead. He shakes them out of his eyes instinctively as he talks. “We’re not friends right now?”

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ sound with rounded lips. “Just acquaintances.”

“Acquaintances? Really? Come on,” he murmurs, a smile easing its way onto his face. “At least let me finish my cigar before I beg for your forgiveness.”

You roll your eyes but hand it back to him after taking another puff, blowing the smoke toward him where it settles like a light weight on his shoulders. At this point, Taehyung can’t tell the difference between the guilt from his own actions—the unrelenting desire singing through his veins to gather you up in his arms and plant one right on your pretty little mouth despite everyone just a few feet away inside—or the newfound guilt resting heavily on him for even debating whether to tell you he suspected your boyfriend of cheating.

Taehyung knows he is capable of a lot of things. But one small thing he has had trouble with since the last time he did it two years ago, is making you sad. Or upset. Or really, doing anything that puts a frown on your face and makes those little wrinkle lines appear in your forehead.

While he is inside his own head, finishing off the last of his cigar, you have taken his lighter and lit the candles on Hyejin’s cake. You turn around with it in your hands, and Taehyung’s heart triples at the sight of the candle flames casting a warm glow on the apples of your cheeks, balled from the force of the smile on your face.

“You ready?” you ask. “We should probably hurry.”

“Wait,” Taehyung says, reaching for your arm as you turn towards the door.

You look back at him with raised eyebrows, your eyes darting anxiously from the wax melting on the candles to where Taehyung’s hand rests on your forearm.

He wants to look at you a little longer, to take a moment and etch the picture of you in front of him in his mind’s camera. Your eyelashes, long and full reach out and cast little wispy lines on your cheeks, dancing shadows that the wiggling flames provide. Your flushed face looks so warm and your skin so soft that Taehyung has to think twice about reaching out and closing the distance between your lips out of the sheer fact that you look completely breathtaking doing something as simple as holding a lit cake.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung whispers, finally. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You look at him curiously, eyebrows creasing at the sincerity in his voice. “Taehyung, I was joking, really—”

“I mean it though,” he says urgently. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Everything.

Sorry that he came back into your life when you were settled. Sorry that seeing you stirred up every feeling that he thought was dormant. Sorry that he wasn’t able to control said feelings. Sorry that he was selfish and wanted you for himself even when you were clearly committed to someone else. Sorry that he kissed you, and then wanted to kiss you more and more and more, everyday until he couldn’t. Sorry that the people around you didn’t appreciate you, or respect you, or give you the love deserved. Sorry that he couldn’t make it all better by himself.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, blinking rapidly. “Don’t.”

Taehyung thinks he sees your water line filling with tears, but he can’t tell if it’s the reflection of the candles playing tricks on him. He isn’t sure why you would be crying, and he hopes, if anything, it’s just an alcohol-induced cry, and not because you knew the true meaning behind his words.

Taehyung nods, dropping the end of his cigar on the ground before he places both hands on the sides of your face, pulling your forehead to his lips briefly before moving to the sliding glass door and opening it for you.

“Hurry,” he says quietly, “before the wax melts onto the cake.”

You shake your head a little as if clearing the fog in your mind and straighten up, blowing out a small breath of air before walking past Taehyung and across the threshold into Hyejin’s kitchen.

When Hyejin blows out the candles after a terrible rendition of For She’s a Jolly Good Fellow, Taehyung tries—without much success—not to feel sick to his stomach when Hongbin sidles up beside you, pulling you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead in the exact same spot Taehyung had moments earlier.

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