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clandestine. | 02

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7k [2/6]

notes: looks like it’s a writing/editing kinda day, folks! hope you enjoy this installment, and let me know what you think!

warnings: jk’s massive noona kink: a recurring yet warranted warning, jeon jungkook is a goddamn tease, smuuuut, oral (f receiving), jk’s got a big dick whoOPS, minimally edited bc i’m feeling lazy

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Morning brings with it bright sunshine and fresh horror as the events of the previous evening come rushing back. You aren’t sure you’ll ever be able to look Jeon Jungkook in the eye again—or at least, not without being reminded of the way he’d plagued every single one of your dreams with devilish eyes and even more devilish fingers. Groaning, you scrub at your temples, as if that will help dispel the memories. After a few fruitless moments, you crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom, intent on washing everything away with a good, cold shower.

Try as you might, though, you simply cannot avoid your dark-haired neighbor. You’re in the kitchen sipping at your second coffee of the day and debating what you want for lunch when there’s a knock on the front door—a familiar rhythm that has your heart stuttering. “It’s open!” Jimin yells from the living room, and a moment later, the devil himself strolls in, wearing a plain black t-shirt with ripped jeans and well-worn Timberlands. Vaguely, you wonder when he made the switch from white tees to black, but your musings are cut short when he spots you in the kitchen, an impish grin settling across his face.

“Hey, Noona.”

“Hey.” You thank whatever god may be out there that your voice is steady. “Jimin’s in the living room.”

Jungkook tilts his head coyly and takes a step forward. “What makes you think I’m here for Jimin? Maybe I came to see you.”

Anxiously, you swallow down the memories of his warm hands that are trying to resurface. “I highly doubt that.”

“Really?” Jungkook takes another step forward and plucks the coffee mug from your hands. “What if I came over to finish what I started last night?”

Heat floods across your face. “That—that was… I mean, I don’t—”

“You don’t what?” Jungkook asks, raising a brow. “Want me? Because I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, Noona.” Quietly, he closes the last bit of distance between you, and when he speaks again you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks with every word. “You see, I think you want me. Just as much as I want you. Am I wrong?”

“Jungkook, we—”

“Dude, what’s taking you so long?” Jimin’s head suddenly pops around the doorway, and you nearly jump out of your skin in your effort to put some distance between you and your dark-haired neighbor. “I’m about to start the game without you.”

“Just wanted to grab some coffee and say hi to {Name},” Jungkook replies, raising your half-empty mug to his lips and taking a sip. “Did you want to join us, Noona? It’d be fun to watch you kick Jimin’s ass at Mario Kart again.”

You swallow, hard. “I can’t. I’ve got homework to do.” Not strictly true, perhaps, but you’d been planning on looking over the details of your internship again at some point, and now seems as good a time as any. “Sorry,” you add quickly, seeing Jungkook’s disbelieving expression.

“Summer homework? Gross.” Jimin pulls a face. “You’re still coming to Tae’s party though, right?”

You nod, unwillingly catching Jungkook’s eye again. He’s still sipping at your coffee, and you don’t miss the flagrant wink he shoots you over the rim of the cup. “See you later then, Noona,” he says, his voice practically a purr.

“Right,” you respond dully, your heart skipping a beat at the dark promise in his stare. “Later.”

Jimin and Jungkook disappear down the hall, but you remain rooted in the kitchen for a few minutes longer, listening as the music of whatever video game they’ve decided on starts playing from the living room. Heaving a sigh, you fetch a new mug from the cupboard and pour yourself some more coffee, grabbing an apple and a bag of chips as well. Taking everything up to your bedroom, you pull out your laptop and make yourself comfortable on your bed, plugging in some headphones to drown out the noise from downstairs. With any luck, you won’t have to see Jungkook again until you have to leave for Taehyung’s party, and you’re pretty sure that it’ll be easy to avoid him once you’re there.

In fact, you’re certain of it.

So with that thought in mind, you settle down with your coffee and open up Netflix, sinking into the pillows and pushing your dark-haired neighbor into the deepest recesses of your mind. It isn’t until your phone starts vibrating insistently against your thigh that you are startled out of your binge-watching, the screen lit up with two new notifications. Surprised, you realize that hours have passed, the sky outside your window deepening into the hazy blue of nighttime.

[6:02pm] Jungkook: you hungry, noona?

[6:02pm] Jungkook: for pizza, i mean. we ordered dinner

[6:03pm] Jungkook: but i’ll be your dessert if you want me ;)

You drop your phone as if burned, his final message playing over and over in your mind. It takes you a full minute to gather your wits again, stowing your device in your pocket without responding and carefully picking your way downstairs. Already, you can smell the cheesy grease, your stomach growling in anticipation.

Just grab the pizza and go, you think to yourself, formulating your escape plan and double-checking it for any holes. Dine and dash.

You’re walking past the foyer when there’s suddenly a knock on the front door. Curiously, you answer it, swinging it open to see a familiar grinning face standing on the doorstep. Lee Taemin is a good friend of Jimin’s, and your brother pokes his head out from the kitchen at the sound of your greeting, clearly expecting the new guest.

“Taemin! Get in here and have some pizza,” Jimin says, his mouth full. “You too, Noona. We got plenty.”

Instead of immediately heading for the food, Taemin wraps you in a hug that has you wheezing for air. “Long time no see, huh? How’ve you been?”

You squirm in his tight embrace, raised to your tiptoes. “Put me down, you heathen. I’m fine right now, but I won’t be if you suffocate me.”

Taemin chortles good-naturedly and releases his grip, ruffling your hair. “Good to see you too, {Name}. Honestly, it hasn’t been the same around here without you. How long are you back for? The whole summer?”

You shake your head. “Just a couple weeks. I’ve got to get back for an internship.”

“Already a hotshot, huh?” Taemin grins. “What are you going to be doing?”

The topic of your summer job is a welcome distraction from the way Jungkook’s dark gaze trails after you as you tread into the kitchen alongside Taemin, slapping two slices of pizza onto a plate and glancing around for a napkin. You can feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull, prickling your skin with electricity, but continue your conversation with Taemin as if nothing is amiss.

“You gonna sit down or what?” Taemin gives you a quizzical glance as he pulls a chair out from the table, joining Jimin and Jungkook who are already seated. You do your best to ignore the way Jungkook’s jaw flexes with every chew, somehow managing to look infuriatingly handsome despite the mouth full of dough and pizza grease staining his chin.

“I—” Your mind whirs, searching for the excuse you had planned. “—I still have some work to do. Reading and whatnot.”

“Nerd,” Jimin snorts.

Taemin shrugs. “Okay, then. Suit yourself, I guess.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. But you feel his eyes burning into your skin as you head back upstairs, and it isn’t until you are safely back in your bedroom, sagging against the closed door, that you can finally breathe properly again.

///

You end up departing for the party nearly twenty minutes after the official start time of eight o’clock, caving to Jimin’s insistence on being fashionably late. Personally, you think he just wanted the extra time to work on his hair—making sure every strand is perfectly, effortlessly tousled—and call him out on it as he locks the front door behind you.

“I didn’t spend that long on my hair,” Jimin sniffs defensively. “Besides, you’re the one who needed to run back in and get your wallet. What do you even need your wallet for? We’re walking like, four blocks.”

“Better safe than sorry,” you retort. “What if I get murdered and they need to identify my body? What if I get mugged? You never know!”

Taemin falls into step beside you. “What if we need to tip a stripper?” he chimes in.

You nod and raise your hand for a high-five without taking your eyes off your brother. “Exactly! You have to tip your sex workers, Chim!”

Jimin waggles a suggestive eyebrow. “I think I’d rather give them a different ti—”

You push him off the sidewalk before he can finish speaking, pulling a face as he stumbles into the street in a fit of laughter. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, you perv!”

The remainder of the short walk to Taehyung’s house passes uneventfully. Jimin doesn’t bother knocking, throwing open the door like he owns the place, and you trail after him with Taemin and Jungkook on your heels. Immediately, you’re assailed by a cacophonous sea of conversation and thumping music, people milling around in the dimly lit interior.

“There you are!” The voice comes from your left, and you barely have time to register the speaker’s face before she’s gasping and engulfing you in a hug. “{Name}, you made it! Hi!”

You laugh, squeezing her back. “Hi, Chaeyoung. It’s good to see you. Sorry I didn’t catch you at graduation.”

“Oh please,” she says, waving you off. “We have all the time in the world to catch up now. Let’s get you away from these boys and find you a drink, shall we?” Flipping a lock of strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, she loops her arm through yours and begins steering you toward the kitchen. “So what are you in the mood for? The beer’s shit, so I’d stay away from anything in the cooler, but everything else is actually drinkable.”

“Shocking,” you remark, peering at the mess of bottles and cups lining the kitchen counter. There’s a massive bowl of a horrifyingly neon green concoction as well, and you take one whiff before backing away again, nose wrinkling in disgust. “I see Tae’s still making punch.”

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” Chaeyoung advises. “He’s somehow managed to make it twice as sugary and three times more alcoholic than last year’s. Pretty sure it’s worse than moonshine at this point.”

You grin and locate an empty cup, raising it in her direction. “Thanks for the heads up.”

Chaeyoung refills her own drink, and you settle on a simple blend of cranberry juice and vodka. Together, you head back in the direction of the living room, where Jisoo and Lisa are chattering away on a couch in the corner. They look up at your arrival, greeting you with smiles and hugs, and quickly usher you into a seat beside them.

“So,” Jisoo begins, leaning forward. “How’s college?”

“Tell us everything,” Lisa adds, propping her chin in her palm. “Is it nice living away from home?”

Jisoo waggles her brows. “Forget that. Have you met any guys?”

Unbidden, Jungkook springs to the forefront of your mind, dark eyes staring at you from beneath equally dark hair as he leans down, down, down—

“Nope!” you blurt before your thoughts can progress any further. “I mean, I share a suite with a couple guys, but that doesn’t count.”

“Are they cute?” Lisa prods.

“They must be more mature than these high school boys,” Chaeyoung sighs.

“Hardly,” you snort. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

The gossip continues. More people arrive as the night wears on, the living room filling up with dancing bodies. A few girls you don’t know join in your conversation, perching on armrests and ottomans and the carpeted floor as a last resort. Across the hall in the dining room, you spot Taemin setting up a table for beer pong, a triumphant shout going up when Taehyung procures an unopened package of balls from somewhere in the hall closet.

“This is gonna be tournament style, got it?” he announces as he tears the package open. “Winner goes up against the undefeated champs—Jungkook and Yugyeom!”

Even from your comfy seat on the couch, you can see the arrogant twist of Jungkook’s mouth as he leans over to give Yugyeom a high-five. You can’t tear your eyes away from the way he tongues his cheek, lounging back into a chair to watch the first round of the game. Jimin steps forward alongside Taehyung, and you watch as your brother scrutinizes the pyramid of cups, poised to make a throw that lifts his shirt just enough to expose a flash of his admittedly toned abdomen.

“He wore that shirt on purpose,” Jisoo accuses, and you huff out a sound that’s more snort than laugh.

“Please, it’s just the only shirt he owns that isn’t dirty. Trust me.”

“I don’t even care,” another girl you don’t know the name of pipes up. “I’d still let him blow my back out.”

You grimace. “And on that note, I suddenly need another drink,” you announce, to giggles. Wrenching out of your cozy seat between Jisoo and Lisa, you wave your near empty cup in farewell and make your way toward the kitchen, carefully skirting around the dancers and beer pong spectators spilling out into the hallway.

The kitchen is deserted when you walk in, everyone having flocked to the dining room to watch the beer pong tournament. Humming along to the music, you open up the fridge and survey its contents, hoping to find something decent. Curiously, you pick your way past a few cans before turning a dark glass bottle around to read the label.

“Are you avoiding me, Noona?”

The voice comes from behind you, deep and sinfully resonant, and you don’t even have to turn around to know that he’s standing just inches away. His breath ruffles through the hair at the nape of your neck, sending gooseflesh prickling across your skin, and when strong hands curl gently around your hips you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

“I missed you, y’know,” he continues, his mouth finding its way to your ear and nipping lightly at the lobe. “You didn’t talk to me all day, even though I was right there in your house. Ran like a scared little rabbit when you saw me in the kitchen, didn’t you?” Softly, his lips ghost along the column of your throat, pressing a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “So, now what? Are you gonna run from me again?”

You don’t think you could if you tried. Your feet are rooted firmly in place, your entire body frozen as you await whatever he’ll do next. And when he urges you to spin around and face him, you obey immediately, your hands coming up to splay against his chest as he presses even closer and rewards your compliance with a kiss.

“Jungkook,” you breathe against his parted lips. “Jungkook, god.”

Slowly, he trails down your neck, leaving soft nips in his wake. “Yes, Noona?”

“We can’t,” you whisper, even as your head falls back to allow him more access to your clavicle. “Jungkook, we can’t do this.”

Your companion raises his head then, his dark gaze meeting yours. “Tell me to stop,” he says quietly. His thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles into the soft skin of your waist, and you inhale sharply at the feeling. “If that’s what you want, Noona, just tell me to stop and I will. I promise.”

He’s palming along your hips now. The warmth of his palms seeps into your body, rendering it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His mouth returns to your neck as he awaits your answer, and you don’t miss the way his lips curl into a smirk against the delicate skin of your collarbone when you hesitate a moment too long.

“Well, Noona?”

Fuck it. Your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Jungkook, kiss me,” you breathe, throwing all remaining remnants of caution to the wind.

Jungkook straightens up to his full height, his smirk widening. “Anything for you, princess,” he remarks before leaning down, winding one hand in your hair and finding purchase in the curve of your waist with the other. The newfound pet name ignites a tendril of heat in the pit of your belly, and when Jungkook finally closes the gap between your lips, you release a breathy moan that he eagerly swallows. The hand in your hair tightens its grip to pull you even closer, tongues and teeth clashing as he deepens the kiss.

It’s only when the need for air becomes critical that you break away from him with a gasp, your lungs aching. Jungkook isn’t faring much better, his chest heaving beneath the thin white material of his t-shirt. He releases his grip on your hair, his thumb grazing across your cheek gently instead, and when he leans in to plant another kiss on your mouth, you exhale shakily. “God, Jungkook.”

His arm tightens around your waist. “What do you need, princess?” he asks, and you can’t deny your delight at his continued use of the nickname. His teeth find the lobe of your ear again, and you release a breathy moan as he delivers a particularly sharp nip to the soft flesh before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive spot just below it. “Tell me. Tell me, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything you want.”

You slide your hands along his broad shoulders and up to his nape, brushing the silver hoops in his ears before tangling your fingers in his silky hair. “You’re teasing me.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue and pulls away, your arms falling uselessly to your sides as he takes a step back. “I just need to hear you say it, Noona,” he chides, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. “I need to hear you say that you want this. That you want me.”

A shiver dances up your spine, and you aren’t sure whether it’s due to his wicked lilt or the sudden absence of his body heat. “I want you,” you whisper, reaching out to touch him. “Jungkook, please.”

The smirk that spreads across his face is absolutely devastating. “Then come with me,” he commands softly, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. You leave behind the thumping music and the loud chatter of the party, allowing Jungkook to pull you into one of several rooms lining the hallway and squeaking when he shuts the door and immediately pins you against it. His mouth slants across yours, hot and urgent, and you moan into the kiss as your hands fly up to grip his shoulders.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Jungkook breathes, pulling away just enough to whisper the words against your lips. “Fuck, princess, look at this tiny little skirt you’re wearing. You’ve been killing me all night, you know that?”

He punctuates the words with another kiss, nipping harshly at your bottom lip. His hands slide down to the curve of your ass, and you gasp when he scoops you up effortlessly. “Legs around my waist,” he orders, readjusting his grip as he begins walking you further into the room.

It’s the laundry room, you realize upon closer inspection. Jungkook’s busy mouthing at your neck, but he breaks away with a smirk when he finally reaches his destination, plopping you down atop the cool metal of the washing machine. “Shame there’s nothing in here,” he remarks, kicking the side softly. “I really wanna fuck you with this thing running one day. But for now…” His smirk widens, his hands settling on your knees. “This’ll do.”

In an instant, he’s pushed up your skirt and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off your legs. He drops to his knees, smoothing his hands along your inner thighs, and your cheeks flush when he urges you to spread them further. “Jungkook—“ you mumble, thoroughly embarrassed as he stares reverently at your exposed core, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “Quit staring at me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” he murmurs, leaning in and pressing a soft trail of kisses along your thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Noona.”

“You…”

You trail off, unsure of what to say. What do you say when your little brother’s best friend is staring at you like you’re a desert oasis and he’s been wandering, dehydrated, for days? What do you say when the scrawny neighbor kid you’d grown up with is caressing every inch of your legs, soothing the soft skin with his fingers and lips?

What do you say when you realize, once and for all, that Jeon Jungkook is undoubtedly—unabashedly—a man now?

You swallow, hard. Jungkook is nearing your core now, his hair tickling your thighs, and you gasp when he slides a finger up your slit experimentally. “You’re so wet,” he breathes. “So wet, and so—” He touches the pad of his finger to his tongue, grinning up at you as he laps up your essence. “—delicious. Fuck. You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

And then he leans forward, boldly licking a stripe up the length of your entrance. Strong arms wind around your legs to hold you open, and when he shoves his face even deeper, his nose brushing against your clit, you let out a strangled whimper. “Fuck, Jungkook—”

The sound of his name draws a pleased hum from the young man nestled between your thighs, rumbling through his chest and straight to your core. Your walls clench, but Jungkook stubbornly refuses to dip his tongue inside. Instead, he teases at your folds, spreading them apart with two fingers and licking ardently at your leaking juices before kissing a short trail up to your clit. “Can you cum like this?” he asks curiously, thumbing across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

His answer comes in the form of a breathy gasp, your hips jerking upward to seek out more friction. Jungkook chuckles and obliges your silent request, dark eyes flickering up to meet yours as he begins rubbing slow circles around your bud. “Guess that’s a yes,” he murmurs, pressing yet another kiss to your thigh. His gaze remains locked on yours as he rubs a little harder, dragging your juices up from your slit and digging in deep until you are moaning aloud, your hands coming down to fist in his silky hair.

“I-I’m close,” you keen. “Please, Jungkook, please.”

Jungkook hums and leans back. At the same time, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upward, and the sudden surge of fullness is more than enough to tip you over the edge. His name escapes your lips in a garbled moan, your walls spasming around his hand as he continues teasing your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you finally whine from oversensitivity and bat him away. Obediently, he withdraws, rising to his feet so that he towers over you once more.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, staring down at you with an expression caught somewhere between awestruck wonder and unbridled hunger. “You’re so pretty when you cum. So pretty and perfect and—” He swallows, his throat bobbing harshly. “God, I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you now, Noona? Will you let me stretch open this pretty little pussy and fill you up with my cock?”

Your breath hitches. Never in a million years could you have imagined that your brother’s mild-mannered best friend could have such a filthy mouth, but you cannot hide the way your core clenches at his words. Slowly, you raise your arms, winding them around his neck to pull him closer. “Yes,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his. “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

A groan escapes him, deep and cavernous in a way that sends heat spiking through your veins. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time, his mouth chasing after yours as one hand finds the back of your head, pulling you into a bruising kiss. The other slides down to the waistband of his jeans, freeing himself from the confines of the denim. He doesn’t break the kiss for a moment, even as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. It isn’t until you’re seated on the very edge of the washing machine, wrapping your legs around his waist to steady yourself, that you pull away and let your gaze fall to his newly revealed cock. Jungkook is long and deliciously thick, and you let out a shaky breath when you see the pearlescent white drops beading at the swollen tip.

“Oh my god.” The words bubble up automatically, escaping you in an airy whisper. “How are you so big?”

Jungkook huffs out a hoarse chuckle, amusement glittering in his dark irises. “Think you can take all of me, princess?”

Your gaze falls down to his length again, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “Put on a condom, and let’s find out.”

Jungkook grins and produces a little foil wrapper from somewhere in his back pocket, tearing into it with his teeth. You help him roll the condom over his cock, and as soon as it’s in place, he’s lining himself up and pushing inside you. A deep groan escapes him as he parts your walls inch by torturous inch, and you moan as your pussy is stretched to its limit, molding to his shape and sheer size. By the time he bottoms out, he’s almost prodding at your cervix, and you grab breathlessly at his bicep.

“I—I need a minute,” you gasp, your body spasming around him as you fight to adjust to the surge of fullness.

“Me too,” Jungkook rasps, his voice strained. His eyes flutter shut as he inhales deeply through his nose, cursing again when you clench around him unconsciously. “Fuck. You’re so tight.”

For a few moments, there’s only the sound of Jungkook’s labored breathing, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. His breath is hot against the exposed skin of your clavicle, and you sigh when you feel him mouthing at the delicate skin, nipping softly before soothing across it with his tongue.

At the sound, Jungkook raises his head, dark eyes meeting yours before dropping down to where the two of you are joined. “God, you look so good like this,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “So pretty, stuffed full of my cock.”

You clench around him again—this time more purposefully. Jungkook’s mouth falls open, a silent question on the tip of his tongue, and you answer it with a deliberate roll of your hips, wordlessly encouraging him to move. Gingerly, he obeys, retreating until only the head of his erection remains inside you. His hand drops down to your clit, and you keen out his name when he surges forward at the same time he flicks his thumb across the sensitive nub. Pleasure licks at your spine, replacing the discomfort. Jungkook lets out a pleased hum.

Slowly, he works up a rhythm, keeping his thrusts shallow as he begins rubbing circles around your clit again. With his other hand, he slides the straps of your top down your shoulders, tugging the bodice down just enough to free your breasts. Your nipples harden at the exposure, and a moan escapes you when he immediately takes one between his fingers, rolling and pinching at the peak. The additional stimulation, paired with the heavy drag of his cock along your walls and his insistent thumb on your clit, has you teetering dangerously close to the edge, your tummy tensing.

“Jungkook—” you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders. He grunts in response and picks up the pace, rolling even more fervently up into your clenching heat, and you gasp when a particularly hard thrust sends you scooting backward atop the washing machine. “Fuck! I’m close, Jungkook.”

“Me too,” he grits out. “Come on, princess, cum for me. I know you can do it, just let go for me one more time—”

And with one final flick of his wrist and a thrust that’s so deep you can practically feel him in the back of your throat, you come completely undone, spasming wildly around his cock. It all proves too much for Jungkook, who’s groaning right alongside you as he reaches his high, spilling into the condom. He chants your name like a prayer as his hips gradually still, and his lips seek out yours almost instinctively as his cock softens inside you. The kiss is lazy and languid, contentment settling in your veins. Jungkook wraps you up in a warm embrace, his tongue dipping inside your mouth to explore.

It isn’t until a loud cheer rises up from the front of the house that you snap out of your blissful haze. “We should get back to the party,” you mumble into the kiss, pushing against Jungkook’s chest when he only pulls you closer. “Jungkook, come on. People are gonna get suspicious if we’re gone too long.”

“You know what else will make people suspicious? You, coming out like that.” He gestures at the skirt hiked up around your waist, a slow smirk playing at his lips as he gives you a once-over, his gaze lingering on the wet sheen streaking your inner thighs. “As much as I’m enjoying the view.”

You swat his arm. “Stop that!”

Jungkook snickers and bends down to pick up your discarded panties, swinging them around his index finger. “Stop what?”

“Oh my god, Jungkook.”

Cackling, he returns the lacy undergarment to you, watching as you pull the material up your legs. You adjust your shirt while he disposes of his condom, and when you hop off the washing machine, he offers you a hand that you gratefully accept, gripping his arm as you steady yourself on shaky legs.

“You should leave first,” you tell him, smoothing out the wrinkles in his t-shirt and relishing the way his muscles twitch beneath your fingertips. “It’ll look weird if we leave together, and I need to pee, anyway.”

Jungkook grins and catches your wrists, swooping down to plant a quick kiss on your mouth. “As you wish,” he says, offering you a playful wink.

Then he’s straightening back up to his full height, checking his pockets and running a hand through his mussed hair. You watch as he walks over to the door, putting his ear against it for a few seconds before determining that the coast is clear and slipping out into the hallway. As the door clicks shut behind him, you hear someone—you’re pretty sure it’s a drunk Yugyeom—greet him with a resounding clap on the back. “Dude, where have you been all night? We’re getting our asses handed to us. Minho and Taemin are winning.”

“Sorry, man,” Jungkook half-shouts, and you realize that he’s making sure you can hear him. “Come on. Let’s go get that crown.”

Leaning against the door, you listen as their voices recede down the hallway. You count to five, and then to ten when your thumping heart refuses to slow. At nineteen, it finally calms down—enough that you feel comfortable leaving the laundry room and slipping into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

There’s a massive crowd gathered in the dining room by the time you rejoin the party, and you easily slip unnoticed into the mass of people eagerly watching the final round of the beer pong tournament. Jungkook stands at the far end of the table beside Yugyeom, poised to throw.

He catches your eye at the same time he releases the ball with a flick of his wrist, a knowing smirk settling on his face as triumphant cheers break out all around you.

///

It’s well after midnight by the time the party begins to wind down. Chaeyoung and Lisa are nowhere to be found, and several other girls are lingering near the front door saying their goodbyes before heading out. You find yourself seated on the couch between Jimin and Minho, watching as the latter helps clean up by hurling beer cans at the wastebasket on the other end of the room.

“Man, no wonder you suck at pong.” Jungkook walks into the room and plops down on an end table, a faded cardboard Burger King crown sitting rakishly on his head. “Want me to show you how the champs do it?”

Minho snorts. “Fuck off, man, you barely won that second game. Besides, we totally would’ve won if Taemin hadn’t spent half the time staring at Lisa’s tits.”

Taemin, who’s perched on a corner of the coffee table, raises his hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at me. I scored most of the points that round.”

Minho huffs irritably and tosses another can at the wastebasket, cursing when it bounces off the rim. Taehyung wanders in and picks it up, throwing it back at Minho before squeezing into the miniscule amount of space between you and Jimin on the couch.

“Jesus, Tae,” you grunt, shifting to give him more room. The movement tilts you toward Minho, smushing you against his side, and he shoots you a playful grin and a wink.

“Cozy?”

“Cozy,” you confirm with a laugh.

“Good,” he says, freeing his arm and throwing it across the back of the couch to give you a little more space. “It’s nice having you around again, Noona.”

Jungkook’s head whirls around so quickly you fear he might have given himself whiplash. His stare zeroes in on Minho’s arm, eyes narrowing at the proximity, but the other boy remains blissfully unaware as he leans back against the couch cushions. Subtly, you lean forward, trying to put some distance between your bodies.

“It’s nice to be back,” you tell him. “It feels like I missed so much, but at the same time, it’s like nothing’s changed.”

“Choi’s aim sure hasn’t changed,” Yugyeom remarks from the doorway with a handful of empty beer bottles. “Still can’t land a shot, even after all these years.” Raising a bottle, he hefts it toward the wastebasket, smirking in satisfaction when it sinks perfectly inside the can.

“And not just with pong,” Taemin goads. “How did things go with Sana again?”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Like you’re one to talk. Besides, we’d all probably stand a better chance if Jeon over there would leave some girls for the rest of us.”

“You’re just jealous because Sana likes him better than she likes you,” Taehyung says with a snicker. “Yo, Jeon! Didn’t you guys make it to third base at Jackson’s party?”

Your stomach sinks as all eyes in the room turn to Jungkook, whose eyes go wide at the sudden attention. “What?”

“Sa. Na,” Taehyung repeats, emphasizing each syllable. “Hottest girl in our year? Third base at Jackson’s? Or are you having a hard time remembering since you wound up leaving with Jihyo?”

Yugyeom chortles as he plops down onto the carpeted floor. “Fuck, man, I forgot about that. Jesus. Just last year you were still shitting yourself at the thought of talking to a girl. Who knew you secretly had so much game?”

The room is beginning to feel stifling. Every breath you take feels like you’re inhaling ash, like a volcano that has lain dormant for ages has suddenly and without warning erupted inside your chest.

He’s playing you. And even worse, it seems that this is a game he’s played before—many times, if his friends are to be believed. Your stomach turns at the thought.

From his perch on the end table, Jungkook scoffs out a stilted, staccato note. “Right. I guess any nonzero number would seem high to you guys, huh?”

Loud jeers break out from the surrounding boys, and you do your best to melt back into the couch cushions. The way you’re squished between Taehyung and Minho makes it impossible for you to find any leverage to stand, so you settle for leaning your head back and staring at the stucco ceiling, willing your heartbeat to slow. Gradually, the noise of the party fades into the background, as do the voices of your brother and his friends. It’s only when Jimin pokes your shoulder, singsonging your name, that you break out of your trance.

“What? Huh?”

“The lake house,” Jimin says, looking at you as if you’re stupid. “You down?”

You can only blink at him, repeating the words back to him dumbly. “The lake house?”

Jimin raises a brow. “Yeah, the lake house. You know, our lake house? The one we drive up to every summer? Where we’ve been vacationing since we were like, five?”

You scowl when he pinches your cheek like you’re a child again. “Yeah, I got that. What about it?”

A snort. “Jeez, have you been listening at all, Noona? We’re talking about going up there for a few days.”

“Oh,” you croak. Unwillingly, you find yourself glancing over at Jungkook, your face growing warm when you see him staring right back, his expression careful and composed. “Right.”

“You should come, Noona,” Taemin pipes up. “You’re here for the next few weeks, right? Might as well have some fun.”

“I don’t know—” you begin, but Jimin cuts you off with a raised finger and another pinch to your cheek.

“You can’t just do homework the whole time you’re here,” he says. “Come with us, Noona. Live a little.”

“It’ll help get your mind off your internship, too,” Jungkook remarks softly. “You deserve a break. Just a few days won’t hurt.”

The fact that he remembers your internship woes shouldn’t make your heart lurch. You know it shouldn’t, but you can’t help the way your chest swells dangerously. “Fine,” you concede, reaching over Taehyung to pinch Jimin’s cheek in retaliation. “I’ll come, I guess.”

Taehyung and Taemin cheer, and Minho wraps his arm around your shoulder and squeezes you tight. “We should invite the other girls,” he points out, chuckling when you splutter for air in his ironclad grasp and try in vain to shake him off. “Don’t want it to be a total sausage fest.”

“Penis party is a much better term,” Taehyung interjects helpfully. “It’s alliterative.”

“You want alliterative? How about a cock carnival?” Jimin supplies, before doubling over in giggles.

You huff, exasperated at the ludicrous turn in conversation. “I can’t believe I’m coming with you guys.”

Minho snickers. “Title of your sex tape,” he jokes, punctuating it with a suggestive eyebrow waggle that sobers your brother up immediately. Jimin straightens up and fixes Minho with a glare, and despite your brother’s smaller stature, the older boy still shrinks back slightly.

“Dude, that’s my sister.”

Minho raises his hands apologetically. “Sorry, sorry. Automatic response. My bad.”

You just roll your eyes. “Are you twelve? God. I don’t know how the girls put up with any of you.”

Gradually, the night draws to a close. The number of people milling about dwindles, and Taehyung fiddles with his phone, letting out a satisfied hum when he finds the playlist he wants. The music transforms into something low and smooth, the soft R&B beat filling the room. You feel your eyes begin to droop.

“We should probably head home,” Jimin says, stretching his arms lazily overhead. “Noona here has to get her beauty sleep, and I don’t feel like carrying her back if she falls asleep here.”

“Shut up, Chim,” you mumble, but there’s no real bite in your tone. Jimin just chuckles and stands up, tugging on your hand until you’re on your feet as well. Jungkook straightens up too, and together, you bid farewell to the others and head for the door.

“{Name}, wait a second.”

You turn at the sound of Jisoo’s voice, tilting your head curiously as she lays a gentle hand on your arm and ushers you off to the side. “Yeah?”

Jisoo casts a furtive glance around the hallway, lowering her voice to a murmur. “I see what’s going on with Jungkook,” she whispers once she’s sure the coast is clear.

You stiffen, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you manage to find your voice again. “You… you saw us?”

She nods. “He’s been watching you all night—it’d honestly be harder not to notice. I just…” She sighs and looks around again, missing the relief that must be etched across your expression as her gaze lingers on where Jungkook and Jimin are loitering by the door. “…just be careful, okay? Jungkook—he’s changed this past year. I mean, I don’t know if all the rumors are true, but… he’s not the same guy you probably remember. He went out with Chae for a few weeks, did she tell you that?”

At your look of horror, she sighs. “Figures. She hides it well, but I know she’s still torn up about how he ended it after they slept together. So watch out for him, okay? He’s a heartbreaker. And he never, ever stays until the morning.”

Every word that leaves her mouth stings, but you don’t let that show on your face. Instead, you force a smile and pat her hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry about me,” you tell her. “I’m not going to get involved with him.”

You repeat that to yourself the whole way home, trying not to focus on the young man a few paces away and the way you can still taste him on your tongue.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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Secrets ~ 5

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series.

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Notes:

So, I managed to come back to this one. So sorry for taking so long! My mind wanders easily but I really do enjoy this series!! I'm hoping to get a few more chapters done in the next week or two if I can. As it is, my time is a bit up in the air with a looming lockdown.

That being said, I love you all, I thank you for your patience and feedback as always! Please don't shy away in the comments and I promise to keep doing what I can for all my ongoing series.

As for tumblr, I’m just kinda in and out. I’m not here here in a way as I’m trying just to stay sane.

You sat across from Barnes. Rigid, as you kept in mind not to slouch. Tense, as you brooded over your hopeless situation. Silent, as you inhaled the scent of the savoury meal but found yourself curtailed at every attempt to eat. His eyes followed every move and you were met with either a tskk or a remonstrance; ‘not that fork’, ‘small bites, smaller sips’, ‘smile’, ‘keep your lips closed’, ‘elbows off the table’...

You sighed as your last attempt to sate your growling stomach ended in another reproach. His words, his even voice almost taunting, stoked your anger and made it difficult for you to follow his direction. You sat back and peered up and down the long table, the chairs empty and table cloth crisp and white.

“How much longer do I have to do this?” You bemoaned. “I’m hungry. Let me eat.”

“Duchess, you will be expected to act as a lady for the rest of your life.” His mouth twitched at one corner as if he would grin. “Do not be unhappy with me, it was not I who neglected your education.”

Your nostrils flared and you looked at the longest knife among the row. He chuckled and you squinted over at him. You sighed.

“Do not be a child, Duchess. When you are queen, you will be the beacon for all other women at court. And if you cannot set a good example, they will make sure you know it.” He pushed his shoulders back.

“I don’t care about those women. I don’t know them.” You sniffed. “This isn’t my home.”

“It is.” He said plainly. “As close to as you’ll have given that yours would be entirely lost to you.”

You stared at him. You tilted your head and frowned. “You don’t realise how absurd this is? Do you really think I could ever want to be here?”

“If you don’t even give it a chance, then no.” He shrugged, “But you haven’t. You were in school, you liked it?”

You ran your tongue along your teeth and nodded.

“We have tutors; the finest money can find. If you are agreeable, your husband might be too.” He ran his thumb along the line of his palm. “You like museums, well we have one of the grandest in the world. You must know of it given your interests.”

You looked away. It wasn’t the same. What would you do with an education if you were trapped in a royal marriage? How could you enjoy a museum if you just went to look? Your former life felt so far away, yet that before you, felt even further. You weren’t a queen; you didn’t want to be a queen.

“So what? I’ll beg for scraps from my husband? 'Oh, please, I would love to visit the library today, my king. May I? May I really?'” You spat as you clutched your hand together dramatically.

“The King can be amenable but if you approach him with the same attitude as you have me, this marriage will be exactly what you expect it to be. Perhaps you might consider how you could make it at least tolerable?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “You want me to change everything about myself; how I walk, how I sit, how I dress, how I eat. That is not tolerable.”

His lips parted and he tore his eyes away from you as he thought. “Well, to be frank, the king won’t care what you tolerate and he does not tolerate much. So whether you wish it or not, you will at least pretend to change.”

“Mmm, sure.” You huffed.

“I am offering you advice and it is good advice. The king… He will not be as patient as me. If you embarrass him in front of his court, in front of the world, you won’t ever forget it. He’ll make sure of it.”

“You know, the more you tell me about him, the better he sounds,” you said dryly, “A hell of a catch.”

Bucky exhaled slowly and a deep line formed in his cheek. “Go on. Take the salad fork-- no, wrong one.”

You bared your teeth as you blinked at the line of forks. “I’m not very hungry anymore.” You grumbled.

“Hungry or not, you need to learn how to hold a fork, Duchess,” he rebuked, “Sit up straight.”

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When you were finally allowed to retire from your first day at Regia, you were exhausted. Your chambers were welcoming as you left your personal tormentor, Barnes, without and trudged over to the bed. As you dropped onto the bouncy mattress, you looked around and your irritation piqued again.

Your suitcase was gone. Only your toiletries remained in their beige leather pouch and a stack of books. You frowned and stood reluctantly. Your neck and shoulders ached from the tension nestled there from a long day of Barnes’ tutelage and his nuisance.

You grabbed the first book, the title wrought in gold on the fading spine; ‘Queens of Astrania’. You fluttered through the pungent pages and took the next; ‘A Lady’s Place’. You set that one aside and scowled as you went down the stack; ‘Manners and Etiquette’, ‘The Provinces of Astrania; Lands and Rights’, ‘Astrania the Bold; A Kingdom Without End’, ‘Queen Loren: The Royal Mother’....

You left them in the pile and covered your face with your hands as you resisted the urge to scream. You turned away and went to the dresser. You slid open the drawer but it wasn’t your clothing inside. Instead of your plain cotton tee and jogging pants, you found satin and silk night clothes in every cut. You opened the drawer beside it and found bras and panties you’d never have wasted a penny on.

You slammed the drawer shut and went to the closet with the thick wooden doors etched with curlicues. Inside, blouses, skirts, and pants hung, pressed and pretty. The wardrobe of a lady. You could see Princess Kate in your head wearing any piece of it and yet, each garment looked sharper, more modern than the British fashion.

You shut the doors and crossed your arms. Three weeks. Well, one day down. That was all you had left. You thought of the women who had come before you; the medieval maidens, the romantic ladies in their puffed sleeves, the Victorian stiff neck marms. Had they wanted it? Or had they been trapped like you? Did they feel the same hopeless despair?

You went to the window and looked out at the green lawns painted in silver moonlight. Clouds framed the shining crescent, the sky streaked in greys and blacks that sent a shiver through you. The gates stood closed and ominous at the end of the winding drive and trees stood sentinel around the palace.

Once, you’d dreamed of visiting a royal home. Your love of history held you reverent in awe of the remarkable architecture, the years marked by renovations and the contrast of styles often found between one room and the next. Visions of spectres stirred your imagination and you thought of the dead haunting the corridors as they retraced the footsteps of their existence.

No, it all just felt horribly empty. These places were prisons. History didn’t need to be kept alive, only remembered as an omen for those living. Let it go but do not forget.

You drew away from the window and slumped in the upholstered chair not far from it. Barnes had your phone, you didn’t expect to get it back. It wouldn’t be of much use. As much as you missed your mom, you had nothing left to say to her and hearing her voice would only make you feel worse. She would only remind you of what she’d done; of the secrets she’d kept from you.

It was only you and the whispers of the dead. They carried on the breeze outside the window as if to warn you. ‘You are one of us…’

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The second day went much the same. Barnes woke you early, his gaze tinged with judgement as he chose your outfit for the day and bid you to pay attention. You ate, slowly and with the same endless critique, and he took you to the palace library and sat you down with a large volume. He paced as you read and occasionally listed off all that you had yet to learn. In all your years of school, you’d never had a teacher as overbearing and relentless as him.

When you were thoroughly restless from the tight font and stiff pages, he took you for a walk around the lawns and pointed out the statues of your predecessors. When you returned to the palace, he gave you another lesson in posture, a book on your head as he had you strut across the foyer over and over again. When you were dizzy from the repetition, it was time for another meal and you growled at your cutlery in frustration.

The days went on as such. You snapped at Barnes when he breathed down your neck but he never again bent you over and spanked you like a child. Instead, he merely grinned and thought of another ridiculous activity. But when he caught you with a sandwich secreted from the house staff and your hand streaked in mustard, he looked close to another lashing. He only took the last of your crust and scrubbed your fingers himself.

On the fifth morning. You woke with difficulty. You were exhausted and angry and about to give up. Barnes tore away your duvet and tossed a dress at you. He stood before the rack of dresses you’d gone through on your first day. You groaned and snatched up the petal pink swathe and rolled out of bed.

You dressed as he waited in the hall and you stumbled out in the pair of steep heels. You held in a yawn as he bent his arm and you merely stared at it in detest.

“Duchess,” he sighed, “Let’s not do this today. We have a packed schedule.”

“What is it? Am I to balance on one foot and recite the royal family tree?” You spat.

He snorted and shook his head. He took your arm and hooked it through his own. He turned and led you down the hall. “Well, no, but I fear you might look just as silly.”

You narrowed your eyes and your stomach knotted. You wondered at his meaning but went along with him. Your days at Regia still felt like a dream; you just couldn’t accept that any of it was real.

He led you down the stairs, with some trouble, as your ankle bent and you caught the railing in panic. He righted you and continued lithely down the staircase. Your heels clicked on the marble as he turned you and guided you to the tall doors that opened into a grand ballroom. Long tables lined the perimeter with straight back chairs and portraits of women long dead and their respective husbands hung from the walls. The high ceiling was pointed and arched in the style of the seventeenth century and velvet curtains were tied back with tassles at the other end of the chamber.

A woman in black, a stiff white collar poking out from beneath her blazer, and a prim twist to her lips, stood expectantly at the centre. She held a stick that reminded you of a 1900s schoolhouse teacher and her round framed glasses magnified her cold glare.

“Priscilla,” Barnes released you and approached the woman. He greeted her in all courtesy, a small nod and a kiss on her hand. “Timely, as always.”

“Lord Barnes,” she arched a brow and her hazel eyes peered past him at you. “Duchess?” It was barely a question as she bent her knee and gave a stoic bow.

“The very one,” Barnes affirmed.

“An honour,” she stepped past Barnes. “I was present when your mother and her father visited our kingdom all those years ago.”

Your lip curled and you looked between her and Barnes. “I never knew my grandfather. Apparently, I never knew my mother either.”

Her eyes rounded and her face contorted as if she had tasted lemon juice. She looked at Barnes who shook his head.

“You know the nobility well, Pris,” he said, “They have the temperance of toddlers.”

“Wouldn’t you know it, my lord,” she quipped. “A blessing to her it is not Austin in my place.”

“I made certain it wasn’t,” Barnes approached you and took your hand, “I do appreciate your expedience.”

“I would never disobey the king,” she held the stick horizontal in both hands, “Very well, first position.”

Barnes turned you and drew you to him. His other hand went to your back. He held you to him, a small space between your bodies and you wobbled on your high heels.

“What the--” His sharp look kept your form profanity.

“You must learn to dance,” he said, “And if you can barely stand straight, I trust we have much to do.”

Priscilla came around you and touched your shoulders with her stick. “Head up,” she chided, “Straight, straight, straight.” She tapped the tip along your spine. “You are lucky.” She girded, “To learn with such a partner. Barnes… I hope that even you might sharpen this one.” She tutted, “There is much work to be done.”

“Would you stop that?” You tore your hand from Barnes’ and wipped at the stick against your back, “I’m not a dog.”

“Mmm,” she hummed and smacked your ass with the stick as Barnes took your hand again, “Move your feet.”

She rescinded the stick and tapped the butt of it on the floor as she began to count. You trod on your partner’s toe as he led you. You looked down at your feet and he hissed, “Don’t look down.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You stomped his shoe again. “Or do you like broken toes?”

“Just back, forward, side, side, back…” He raised your hand. “Stand straight. Head high.”

“I hate you,” you snipped as you scrambled to keep the beat.

“A good thing you are not my fiancee, then,” he smirked.

“We can agree on that,” you sneered but found yourself pressed against him as you tripped. He caught you and chuckled as he stood you up straight.

“Graceful as ever,” he kidded, “My apologies, Priscilla, it is going to be a long day.”

“You’re apologizing to her?” You grimaced, “What about me?”

“You’ve tread on me nearly a dozen times, so far,” he turned you, “I would say you owe me a few ‘sorries’ yourself.”

“I’d say we’re even,” you snipped. “My freedom, your toes.”

His lips curved again as he watched you. You looked past him and focused on the numbers; one, two, three, and four… Your gaze caught on a queen with sad eyes painted in fading pigments. She had no husband beside her, only an urn on a plinth. A chill rippled through you as you were spun away from the sight. For all its radiance, there was something very grim about this palace of betrothed.

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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HC: Being Super Fluffy and Giving Them Lots of Love!

Anonymous: Could I request something for Izuku, Todoroki, Shinso and Bakugo. They're doing their own thing and are super concentrated or something and reader is just so entranced by them and they're so glad to have be able to call them their boyfriend and reader just gently cups their face and gives them and the most love filled, soft kiss cause AGH THEY'RE PRECIOUS TO READER! 😭 You can totally ignore this if you don't wanna 😂😂😂 I just feel so soft rn

Ahhhhh this is adorable anon! Honeslty some days I just wanna give these babies the biggest hugs UGHHHHHH

Also I changed up my layout a little to be more “aesthteic”, so sorry it it looks different! Do you like it? Drop me a comment on this post or inbox about which style you like better (the usualllll vs. this one!)

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Pairings: Izuku x reader, Shoto x reader, Shinso x reader, Bakugo x reader

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I Z U K U

You and Izuku are having another study night, your body sitting next to his

Obviouskyyyyyyyy this boy does nothing but study smh

But you had completely given up- your brain had shut down after an hour and now you were just half listening to Midoirya mumble and half just admiring your adoarble boyfriend

You honestly miss seeing him look so domestic- you always see him in his uniform, his hero suit, and occasionally his All Might PJs on the weekends

But it feels like agessss since you’ve seen him in proper clothing

He looks just so cute in his teal sweatshirt, his scars peeking out of his sleeves as he wrote random equations on his paper

And his mannerisms are just so adorable-his tongue is poking out of his lips as he tried to work through a math problem, his eyes squinted in concentration and freckles dusting his cheeks like stars

How did you get so lucky getting someone so sweet and cute as him?

“If two goes into this fraction then possibly the variable will be isolated once I subtract the four-” hes mumbling under his breath, his voice so comforting against your ears

You lean your head against his shoulder, the scent of him just barely noticeable but so intoxicating-

AND HES SOOOO WARMMMM

“’Zuku?” you asked tiredly, a lovesick smile plastered on your face

The sound of your voice breaks Izuku’s thoughts, his brows softening as he looks down at you

“Yes puppy-oh, are you getting tired? You look pretty sleepy...maybe we should take a break-”

omg why is he so sweetttttt

You just feel so calm, so comforted with Izuku it felt like your chest was just filled to the brim with love for this boy

Without warning, you leaned up to Izuku and kissed him softly on the lips, your head feeling like it was spinning from butterflies

AHHH HE COMBUSTING TOO THO

Once you pull away, Izuku’s cheeks are as bright as cherries and you cant help but smile, cause seriosuly no matter how many times you kiss him he ALWAYS gets flustered

“You know I love you right?” you tell him, butterflies filling your stomach as he looks down at you withe wide, green eyes

COMBUSTING IZUKU IS DECEASED REPEAT IZUKU.EXE IS NO MORE

“o-of course! I-I-love you too!” he stuttered out, his nerves so intense that his tongue was like lead in his mouth

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S H O T O

It was just one of those crappy

CRAPPY NIGHTS

You couldnt sleep, it was too hot, you were uncomfrotable, your ,ind was racing

And once you DID fall you course had a gut wrenching nightmare that left you panting and sweating from fear

WHAT THE HECK BRAIN

So time for some good ol’ Shoto cuddles

And that’s how your now cuddled up into Shoto’s side, his body keeping you nice and cool

This boy was literally the sweetest- even though it was like1 in the morning, he couldnt care less about that and just focused on you

He quickly knew something was wrong when you were waiting in the doorway, his strong arms encasing you in atight hug

“Y/n dear, are you feeling alright? Whats bothering you?”

You just snuggled yourself deeeepppp into that boy cause he felt so comforting, his voice was velvety

also how does he always smell like detergent and expensive ass cologne like yessir thats the scent for meeeee

He quickly ushered you inside his room, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly

Literally all fears from that dream melted away with Shoto- his energy was so unbelievably strong and protective, it felt like nothing bad in the world would ever happen cause Shoto was there, and he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you

Also- seeing him in a plain white tee and black shorts literally could have made you swooned, cause god this boy really looks hot in anything huh?

He didnt judge you in the slightest about the dream, just offering for you to spend the night with him

Your head was cuddled into his firm chest, that intoxicating detergent-cologne-rich boy smell making your insides feel fluffy like cotton as his hands quietly brushed the hairs away from your face

He’s ask you small question, like “Are you comfortable dear?” or “Is that dream still bothering you”, just little things to make you feel more safe and open to talk to him

Shoto never wanted you to feel like you had to hide anything from him, and the effort really showed

You were know getting sleepy but the overwhelming feeling of appreciation and love for Shoto was exploding out of you

At this point you just wanted to show your undying gratitude to your boyfriend for being so unbelievably adorable and sweet

You shifted yourself, propping yourself slightly on his stomach so you could look at his face

damn this boy really got blessed with all the good genes huh?

You ran your fingers lightly against his skin, relishing the slight changes from cool to hot, your hands cupping his cheeks and feeling both sensations course through your body

Once you felt him sigh from content, you took it up a notch, leaving feather light kisses on his sheeks, his brows, his eyes, his scar...any avaliable skin you marked with yours

“Love, may I ask what you’re doing- you should be sleeping right now, its quite late-”

“I wanna show you I love you tho...” you sent the boy a pout, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest and vibrating throughout your body

“But I already know you love me,” he grinned sheepishly cause god your just so adorable, like a puppy desperate to give their owner attention

“Well-I still want to show you,” you stated, your voice slightly thick from sleep as you continued to kiss the rest of Shoto’s face

All this boy could do was lean into his pillow, his hands finding themselves on your waist cause he knew you were gonna do this until you were tired

He wasnt complaining though- you being cuddly and cute like this literally rocked his world in the best way possible

“You know- your very endearing when your half asleep”

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S H I N S O

Shinso is probably the most hardcore gamer you know

It was late in the night, and this guy was still going at it, now playing a game of Mario Kart on the TV, the screen bright against his features

You had gotten tired of the video games, just deciding to watch your boyfriend play instead of being the one to play

And god were you happy with THAT decision

He just looked so...adorable, his body clad in a tight black tee and baggy gray sweats, once foot straight and one foot bent as he sat on the floor playing

His hair was unruly as ever, sticking out in every direction

HIs eyes were completely enraptured by the task in front of him, scanning the screen

He was just so cute, lookking so intense yet so sleep deprived

it was adorable how badly he wanted to beat the player playing against him

And then he went a licked HIS LIPS

IN THE MIDDLE OF PLAYING

Your face erupted in red cause

OMG

HES JUST SO HOT AND PRETTY AND UGHHHHHHH

You waited unpatiently to the last round, the music picking up pace as he sped to the finish line, hes cart victoriously earning 1st place

The dude didnt even cheer, just the most self absorbed smirk plastered on his face in pride

THAT IS WHEN YOU POUNCEDDDDD

You quickly plopped yourself gently into his lap, your thighs cradling his sides

“Aww whats the matter kitten, not giving you enough attention?”

Yours hands fell against the softness of the black shirt and oh thank godddddd its so thin, your digits trailing upward and feeling the slight ridges of his muscles underneath the fabric

“No....its just- its not fair for you to look so cute while playing games and I cant cuddle you....”

“Heh, I look cute?”

This boy really cannot fathom how you find him so endearing, and now you just want to prove it to him

“Mmhmm,” you answer a smile on your lips as you cup his face in your hands

HIs hair is so tickly against the tips of your fingers, his broad chest radiating heat throughout your body

Your start to leave quick kisses on him, starting from his checks and working in towards his mouth, but not quite kissing him square on the lips

The closest you get to kissing him is on the corners of his lips, leaving electric sparks against his skin

The boy is desperate now

You cant just do that to him

“Aww cmon darling, dont tease me like that” he sends you a cocky grin, his pointer finger gently tilting your chin and pulling you into a deep kiss

SHINSO IS A GOOD KISSER FIGHT ME ON THIS

Once you pull away, your head is just spinning cause goddddd this boy is just a blessing

“Let me play one more round, and then we’ll head off to bed, alright?” he asks, his free hand now cupping your cheek

You sigh in content, your hands wrapping around his waist and snuggling into his chest, a warm, smoky smell like cedarwood drifitng to your senses and lulling you to relax

“Okay...”

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B A K U G O

“Im winning this damn bear for you-”

“Katsuki no you already wasted $15 now lets go-”

“Im WiNiNiNG. ThE DaMn. BEAR- SO SHUT IT AND LET ME CONCENTRATE >:(”

You have been standing here for 10 minutes now, Bakugo determinnneddddd to win this gigantic teddy bear for you from a claw machine at an arcade

You feel so bad about it, but honestly, its turned into a personal grudge from him now

HES DETERMINED TO WIN IT AND MAKE YOU HAPPY

While your watching him you cant help it but find him adorable

Hes wearing a plain black tee and jean jacket, something he NEVER wears but looks so good on him?

This boy could be a model fight me on this

His face is the cutest tho-

You can tell he’s absolutely pissed cause he expected to win the animal way sooner than this, his eyebrows pointed downward and his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip

and then

AND THEN

THIS BOY FINALLYYYYYYY GETS IT

He’s trying his hardest not to start cheering cause he really just did that (after wasting $25 but ya know we’ll overlook that)

Your so happy too and that triumphant look on his face just melts your heart

cause he may be a cocky asshole but hes YOUR cocky asshole

“Ha- see told you I’d win it!”

Whatverrrrrr- you roll your eyes, your hands already snuggling the big bear up to your cheek

ITS SO SO SOFT AND SQUISHY YOU MIGHT CRY FROM THE CUTENESS

Your mind is already thinking of where to put it in your room (names too??) but then you look up at your boyfriend and UGH you could literally melt on the spot

cause he looks SO PROUD and SO SOFT- his hands stuffed into the pocket of his pants as he gives you the smallest, happiest little smirk everrrrr

Your just feeling so grateful for the boy in front of you right now, that you put the teddy bear down and wrap Bakugo into a hug

Bakugo always acts like he doesnt want physical attention, especially in public-

But you know this boy lovessss to be touched, so when he returns the hug and gives your sides a small squeeze your weakkk in the knees

AND HE SMELLS SO GOOD

Always like caramel and something rich like firewood

You give him a quick kiss on the back of his neck

AND HOLY SHIT

HES COMBUSTING

Thank god the arcade is dark cause you would totally see his blush (something he will deny)

You pull away a smile on your face as you tell him thank you,

And

*le sigh

of course he ruins the whole cute moment you two had by saying, “Whatever-your the one who wanted the damn thing even though your too old for that shit-”

Just remind him of the All Might figures he secretly had stashed in his closet and he will combust again

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the pact (6)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: a lot of fluff. i cried, you might cry. cursing as always, some mentions of cheesy romantic films?!?

word count: 6.2k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

a/n: oh wow, so this is the last part, huh? it has been quite a journey. i’m going to gush a little right now, because this has been such an incredible experience to post this story for you guys. i’ve interacted with so many amazing people, both readers and fellow writers, and i absolutely have this story to thank for that. i’ve grown so attached to these characters, i know that this won’t be the last time i write about them. not even close. so don’t worry, it’s not goodbye.

as for what’s next, there will be an epilogue that i’m praying i can post this week. if not this week, definitely next week. after that, i’m planning on focusing on some drabbles that i have sitting in my inbox (yeah, remember those?! i didn’t forget about them!). and i’ve got an idea i’m really excited about, it’s still in early stages but i feel similarly about it as i did when i first came up with the pact. if you notice some tags on my posts of a certain member... you might get a little hint. but that is all i’ll say on THAT.

okay, my loves, please enjoy this last part. as always, let me know how you feel about it all! i’m proud of this, i really am.

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Somehow, a few minutes had turned into a few hours, and a few hours turned into staying the night.

You knew you should’ve left—you should have fessed up and gone home, but you didn’t. You couldn’t.

Not when you woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and eggs, in an empty bed. You rubbed your eyes groggily as you sat up straight, letting your vision adjust to the bright light.

You shivered, noticing you were still naked. After you pulled yourself from the warm comfort of Jinyoung’s bed, you dressed yourself in his shirt and the joggers he’d given you before padding out to see what Jinyoung was up to.

The sight that greeted you in the kitchen was one you wanted to burn into your memory. He stood at the stove, in just a plain white tee and a pair of plaid pajama pants, stirring scrambled eggs with a spatula.

He must’ve had a bluetooth speaker set up somewhere, because he was currently humming along to a soft, piano heavy John Legend song, one sock covered foot tapping to the beat.

You were so distracted by the sight you ran into the kitchen island, stubbing your toe on the stool. “Ow,” you whined, reaching down to rub your foot.

Jinyoung turned towards you, eyebrows raised. “Good morning. You okay?”

“I’m okay,” you replied, standing up straight again. “What are you making?”

“Eggs, bacon, and some waffles.”

It smelled incredible. You hadn’t had waffles in years, probably not since the dining hall in college. You walked over to the stove, curiously peering at the spread he’d made.

“It smells really good,” you remarked, reaching for a piece of bacon off the serving plate.

Jinyoung waved your hand away. “Nuh uh, go sit down. It’ll be done in a minute.”

With a pout, you made like you were going to listen to him, but managed to swipe a tiny piece from the plate before scurrying off. Jinyoung swatted at your backside and you yelped, shoving the piece of bacon in your mouth.

“Ah, you little-!”

You giggled as you slid into the stool at the breakfast bar, crossing your legs and watching him innocently. “I was taste testing.”

Jinyoung shot you his trademark displeased side-eye before turning back to tend to the breakfast. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good. You?”

You’d slept better than good. Jinyoung was like a living, breathing furnace and he’d spooned you all night, keeping your body nice and warm. You felt completely refreshed, having not even woken up once during the night.

“Good,” Jinyoung responded. “Do you have anywhere to be today, or do you wanna stick around for a bit?”

You needed to leave, but he’d made breakfast and it would have been rude to take off before eating… but after that, you needed to go. You’d stretched this out far too long.

“I… have some errands I need to run, so I should head out after breakfast.”

Jinyoung simply nodded and turned the volume down on his speaker, though you could still hear the romantic crooning over the sizzling of the bacon. Just the smell was enough to awaken the hunger in your stomach, considering you’d barely eaten any of the takeout Jinyoung had ordered last night. You’d been overcome by a different kind of hunger.

Both of you had been insatiable. After you rested for an hour, it was like you were re-energized, exploring each other’s bodies like the first time until you were too sore and tired to move. You were grateful for the peaceful sleep that had followed.

Even now, just sitting on the stool, you could feel the ache in your thighs and soreness in your arms from one particularly creative position Jinyoung had gotten you in. You blushed to yourself, remembering how loud he’d had you begging.

“What?” Jinyoung asked, setting a plate of steaming food in front of you. “Your cheeks are all pink.”

“None of your business,” you teased back, snapping out of your private flashback. You squealed when Jinyoung pinched your side, laying a wet kiss on your cheek.

“So ungrateful towards the one that just made you a full breakfast,” he said, shaking his head at you and clicking his tongue.

His hair was messy, falling over his eyes in the front and one little piece standing up in the back. Other than that, he looked as refreshed as you felt.

“Oh, sorry. Thank you, kind sir, for the food. I cannot ever repay you for this act of kindness.” You bowed your head and clasped your hands in front of you, stifling a giggle.

“You know what,” Jinyoung started, giving you another pinch. “You got a lot of attitude for a girl that, just last night, was begging me to pull her hair and slap her a-“

You lunged to cover your hand over his mouth, your face flushing a deeper shade of red with wide eyes. “Jinyoung!”

The mischievous smile on his lips was evident even underneath your hand, eyes practically twinkling as he stared down at you. He was right, that did happen, but in the daylight, you felt embarrassed.

“Don’t be bashful,” he teased once you let your hand fall away, locking you in with his arms on either side of your body, pressing his hands into the counter. “It was sexy.”

The intense gaze he was giving you was enough to revive that need inside of you once more, only laying dormant for as long as you’d been asleep. You shouldn’t, it’d only make it harder, and yet…

Your hands reached for his waist and you pulled him closer, legs parting for him to stand between. “Kiss me.”

Jinyoung was always such a good listener. He closed the distance between you, lips melting into yours as they had a million times by now. And still, you found yourself never wanting to pull away, only wanting more and more.

It didn’t take much for the kiss to turn more heated, both of you clearly forgetting about the plates of food on the counter, more concerned with your hands wandering each other’s bodies. It was a craving that you weren’t quite ready to kick.

Jinyoung began peppering kisses along the line of your jaw until he’d reached your neck, the skin already tender and covered in marks from last night. Neither of you worried about leaving bruises, hickies, or scratches. It was like you’d both wanted to mark your territory.

There was already a slickness pooling between your legs, and it had taken no time at all, he had barely even touched you. It was so easy for him—it made you want to stay in all day, let him hold you and in return, worship every inch of him.

But you couldn’t.

Like a blast of cold water, you realized with a start that it was now or never. If you didn’t end it now, you’d continue putting off the one thing that you needed to do. This was it.

“Jinyoung,” you whispered, voice coming out weaker than you’d intended.

“Hm?” he murmured against your skin, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine.

“We need to-” Your words were cut off by a gasp from his teeth nipping at your collarbone. “We need to stop.”

“Why?” he asked, smirking against your skin. “We can always heat up the food later. I have an appetite for something else now.”

Your teeth dug into your lower lip. You already felt the tears welling up behind your eyes and your heart painfully pounding in your chest.

“No,” you replied. “We need to stop. This. All of this.”

It was like it took a moment for it to register, for your words to get through. He pulled away, slowly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Wh-” he shook his head in confusion. “Why?”

You gulped, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “I just think it’s the right time. You’re over Yeri, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, with no hesitation. “But-”

“Okay,” you responded, lips pressing together with a nod. “Then… mission accomplished, right?”

Jinyoung shook his head once more with a humorless laugh. “I don’t get it. We have fun together. I thought this was working for both of us, we were getting what we wanted?”

When he said it, it made sense. You did have fun, and you were getting all of your needs met and then some. But you couldn’t keep it up, you couldn’t let your feelings grow until they’d be impossible to ignore.

“I just-” you whispered, searching for the right words, the ones that could get him to agree without him seeing right through you. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Jinyoung stepped back until no part of his body was touching yours. You felt cold already. His tongue ran along his lip as he stared at you, searching your face for an answer you prayed he wouldn’t discover.

“Can you at least tell me why?”

You wanted to. You really did. There was a big part of you that wanted to tell him the truth, how you fantasized about this all being real, not just for fun. Something that could last. You wanted to wake up next to him in the morning and fall asleep in his embrace every night. But it was one-sided, which meant it could never happen.

“I broke one of the rules,” you managed, voice cracking.

Jinyoung’s entire body tensed in front of you, and you watched as a cold brick wall went up behind his eyes. That openness, the trust you’d built. Suddenly, you felt like it’d been severed in half. “Which rule.”

You swallowed, wringing your hands tight enough that you could feel your nails pressing crescents into your palms. “It doesn’t matter. I think we should stop. Okay?”

“What do you mean, it doesn’t matter? Of course it fucking matters. If you-” he stopped himself, exhaling slowly, and you noticed his fists clenching at his sides.

“Please don’t make me say it, Jinyoung. Just trust me, I didn’t mean to. I… it all happened so fast. I should have said something earlier, before last night. I’m sorry.”

A realization seemed to dawn on him, his eyes darkening. He took another step back. “Fine.”

Maybe he knew. Maybe he could tell by your tone that you’d fallen in love with him, and after all, it had been a dealbreaker. You both went into this specifically because there would be no feelings involved, and you’d gone and fucked it up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Your heart felt like it was cracking into a thousand pieces.

“Don’t.” Jinyoung’s jaw looked like it was wired shut, and there was a fire in his eyes you’d never seen before. “I thought—you know, I don’t know what I thought. Fuck me for thinking we’d be on the same page here.”

“Jinyoung, I tried. I did. I wanted this to work. But it just happened. I saw Jaebeom… and I…” You wiped at a stray tear on your cheek. You wanted to explain it to him, that you didn’t realize until you saw Jaebeom, but the words were hard to find.

At Jaebeom’s name, Jinyoung narrowed his eyes and balled his hands into fists.

“Why are you crying?” He asked harshly. “You wanted this, and we promised we’d be honest, right? So when did it happen?” There was something new in his tone, something you’d never heard from him before. Deeper than anger. Hurt.

You sniffled. “When you were in New York.”

Until he’d left you, you didn’t realize how deep your feelings for him ran. The distance had brought you clarity, however terrifying it had been to accept your fate. You simply couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

After an unbearably long silence, Jinyoung turned and walked over to the sink, leaning his palms onto the counter. “You should have told me last night. Before.”

Your lip quivered as you brushed more tears away. Of course you should have told him sooner, you should have told him the minute you figured out that you felt more for him than friendship. But you’d been weak and scared.

“I’m-”

“Please, don’t apologize again. Just…” he turned back around, words coming out slow as if he was carefully choosing each one. “It’s probably a good idea for you to leave before I say something I’ll regret.”

This was a new side of Jinyoung for you to witness. Cold, angry, and bitter. You should have known better, to keep your heart out of it, but it was too late now. You didn’t fully understand why he was so hurt, but he had every right to deal with your confession however he pleased.

Another apology was on the tip of your tongue but you swallowed it back, simply nodding before you began gathering the few things you’d brought with you. Jinyoung watched you in silence, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head as you slipped your shoes back on.

Luckily, you made it all the way to your car before you doubled over, finally releasing a strangled sob. Why did it feel like a thousand knives slicing at your skin, all at once?

You loved him. God, did you love him. Even now, with your heart in pieces, you couldn’t let that feeling go. You shut yourself into the safety of the driver’s seat, grateful for your tinted windows as you cried your heart out, forehead pressed into the steering wheel.

Maybe you’d be able to move on someday, just as you had with Jaebeom. But for now, you’d let yourself feel the emptiness.

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You sniffled, grabbing another tissue and blowing your nose.

“How do you look at the girl you love, and tell yourself it’s time to walk away?”

Your lips mouthed the words along with Channing Tatum, at the very same moment that Bambam snorted, chewing his popcorn noisily.

“Come on, man, this movie is bullshit.”

“Bam. Shut the hell up,” Sana retorted, jabbing her elbow into his side from her spot on the couch.

“Ow,” he complained, rubbing his side, but he shot you an apologetic look regardless.

It was movie night, and you’d been given the privilege of picking the film to watch, which you were sure was completely out of pity. Usually, it was put up to a vote, but for the first time ever, Sana declared that it was up to you to pick. Yugyeom and Bambam whined about it, but let it go fairly easy.

It’d been more than a month since that morning with Jinyoung, and you hadn’t seen him since. You didn’t feel it was your place to reach out to him, knowing he probably needed time, but you’d been surprised after the first few days of silence.

Then it hit you. You’d lost him, for good, all because you couldn’t control yourself. The one person you’d grown to trust wholeheartedly through it all, even beyond Sana. You let Jinyoung see every part of you, and you had nothing to show for it now besides a broken heart.

You’d cried more that first week than you had in years. Your lowest point was Friday, when Sana came home to you laying on the couch, watching Bridget Jones’ Diary and eating marshmallows straight from the bag.

Things got better from that point, but you still felt as if you were walking through life on autopilot. Wake up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, sleep, repeat. You hadn’t realized how big of a part Jinyoung played in your daily life until he was gone. It all faded from technicolor to black and white.

“I’m just saying… she wouldn’t be crying if she’d let us watch John Wick like I suggested,” Bambam offered up weakly.

You took a deep breath, straightening your back and wiping your cheeks. “I’m fine. It’s just hormones. I have my period,” you said, knowing this would get him off your back.

“No you don’t,” Yugyeom said. “Your period was last week.”

“How do you know that?” you asked, gaping at him.

Yugyeom shrugged. “I figured out your menstrual cycle. For my own good. You always make me carry in the incoming orders when you have cramps.”

Damn, maybe you needed to stop using your period as an excuse.

You blinked at him and everyone laughed. Everyone except Jackson, at least, who continued to sulk in the corner of the other couch. He’d been keeping his distance from you, though he still came over occasionally. There was a certain icy exterior about him in your presence. His loyalty to Jinyoung trumped his loyalty with you, which was understandable.

You focused back on the movie, desperately trying to keep your thoughts away from Jinyoung. It had been the biggest hurdle you’d faced these last weeks, and one you’d failed to cross every single time.

You didn’t care about the sex. It had been incredible, but you would have lived without it if you could just have him back in your life. Even just as your best friend. The one you texted when you saw something funny, the one you leaned on when you were feeling sad or anxious, the one whose laugh was the single best sound you’d ever heard.

If only you knew how he was doing. Did he hate you? Your mind had jumped to that conclusion thousands of times by now. You knew him, you knew if he’d decided he was done with you, that was it. The same as he’d done years ago when he chose to get over you.

Jackson excused himself to the kitchen for a drink and you quickly followed, claiming you wanted to refill your popcorn. He was crouched in front of the fridge, arm extended painfully to reach the last can of cider in the back corner.

“Jack?” you asked, fingers tapping nervously against the side of the popcorn bowl. You kept your voice down, knowing your friends in the living room would be able to hear you easily, and there was no way they weren’t attempting to eavesdrop already.

He glanced up, acknowledging your presence, then returned his focus to the task at hand.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Finally, his fingers wrapped around the can and he stood up after retrieving it, turning around to face you. “I guess.”

You’d never seen him like this. Jackson was one of the most loyal human beings you’d ever known, but you didn’t realize how awful it would feel when it worked against you.

“How is he? Is he okay?” You swallowed, wringing your hands together. You had a million other questions, but you’d start there.

Jackson traced the lip of his cider can with his fingertip, tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek. “He’s fine. You’re not his favorite person right now, if you want me to be honest.”

Of course you weren’t. That message had certainly been received.

“I know. I just-” you cut yourself off with a deep breath, leaning against the kitchen counter. “I guess I thought it would be okay after a few days, and we could go back to normal.”

Jackson looked at you like you were crazy. “Seriously? You thought it’d go back to normal? Come on, Y/N.”

Your stomach turned with guilt yet again. “I miss him. And I… I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. It was an accident.”

“What, you tripped and Jaebeom’s dick caught your fall?” he asked, eyebrows raised. There was no way your friends hadn’t heard him. You heard rustling, and it sounded like someone paused the movie.

“Wait… what?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t—he told you I slept with Jaebeom?”

“Yeah. You told him you did. Didn’t you?”

“No!” You shook your head, gripping your bowl so tightly it felt like it would break. “Why would he think that?”

Jackson shrugged. “He said you slept with Jaebeom while he was in New York, that you admitted it when he came back.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Sana interrupted, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Y/N did not sleep with Jaebeom. Did that asshole say she did?”

“No, Y/N said she did.”

“I didn’t!” You set the popcorn bowl down before you could drop it, rubbing your temples once your hands were free. “He thinks I slept with Jaebeom? That’s why he hasn’t talked to me?”

The world seemed to spin around you and your heart pounded deep in your chest, all of the information falling together as you remembered back to that morning.

I broke one of the rules… I saw Jaebeom… It just happened…

“Oh my god.”

“What?” Jackson and Sana asked at the same time.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone else! I’m in love with him!”

Both of your friends stared at you, jaws practically on the kitchen floor. Bambam and Yugyeom appeared in the doorway behind Sana, ears perked up like curious cats.

“Who are you in love with?” Yugyeom asked, looking between you and Jackson, pointing to the latter. “Him?”

“Oh my god,” you repeated, pinching the bridge of your nose. “He thinks I slept with Jaebeom. What the fuck?”

“You’re in love with him?!” Jackson asked, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. “But he—Y/N, you need to tell him. Right now.”

“Tell who?” Bambam asked.

“Jinyoung!” You and Jackson answered in unison.

“You’re in love with Jinyoung?” Yugyeom asked, but you were already pushing past him to get to the living room.

You needed to talk to him, explain it all. The thought of sleeping with someone else… it made you physically sick. Jinyoung was the only one you’d wanted for a long time. Longer than you even realized.

“Hold on a second,” Sana called, stopping you. You turned back around to face your friends. “I thought you said he didn’t feel the same way?”

“I didn’t think he did. Does he?” You asked, directing your question to Jackson.

He chewed his lip. “It’s not really my place to say…”

“Jackson.” You took a deep breath. “If I go over there and pour my heart out, am I going to make a complete fool out of myself?”

Jackson took a moment to mull it over, then shook his head. “No. I think you should go over there, right now.”

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You didn’t even change out of your comfy clothes before heading over to Jinyoung’s. It didn’t matter how you looked right now, you just knew you needed to get to him. Your heart was racing at a million miles a minute, hoping and praying that you weren’t too late.

What if you were? What if he was out on a date now, or had someone over? If that was the case, you didn’t think you could come back from that. Just the thought was enough to break you, but you had to try.

Pure adrenaline propelled you to his apartment door, but once you were there you froze. What were you going to say? Should you just come right out with it?

I know you hate me, but there’s been a misunderstanding—I’m actually in love with you.

You found yourself whispering the words to yourself over and over as you stared at his door. It was easy to say out loud now, but you knew it would be more of a challenge to say it to his face.

“I’m in love with you. That’s all you have to say. Come on, it’s not that hard. God, stop being such a wimp,” you told yourself, running your fingers through your hair until you felt like it was going to start falling out.

“Sorry to interrupt, but-”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the deep voice next to you, spinning around to come face to face with Jinyoung. He was in his usual dark grey suit and black tie, grasping his briefcase in one hand.

“Jesus,” you gasped, hand clutching your chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

His expression gave nothing away. For all you knew, he still hated you. Although it was a relief that he had been at work, not out sticking his tongue down some other girl’s throat.

“Sorry. Uh,” Jinyoung reached up to rub the back of his neck. “Do you mind? I need to get in there,” he said, nodding towards the door.

You apologized and moved out of his way, watching as he pulled out his key and unlocked the door. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until Jinyoung kept the door open for you to follow him inside.

That was a good sign, right?

After letting the door shut behind you, you didn’t know where to go, so you just stood close to the door and shoved your hands in the pocket of your hoodie, if only because you had no idea what else to do with them.

“How long were you standing there?” you asked, silently praying he hadn’t already heard you confessing to the door.

“Not long,” Jinyoung replied, setting his briefcase down at the kitchen island and shedding his suit jacket.

Typical. He didn’t give anything away, and he still hadn’t even made eye contact with you. He definitely hated you.

“I need to tell you something,” you said, finally. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this nervous.

Jinyoung turned to face you, hands resting in his pockets. You hadn’t seen him in over a month, and the sight of him in his dress shirt and tie… was overwhelming, to say the least. You gulped, averting your eyes to the floor.

“Okay…”

“I didn’t sleep with Jaebeom. I didn’t sleep with anyone else,” you started. First and foremost, you needed him to know that. It killed you knowing he’d spent the whole month thinking you’d given your body to somebody else when you couldn’t even stand the thought. “That wasn’t the rule that I broke.”

It took you a moment to be able to look up at Jinyoung. He was biting the skin of his lip, almost like he was nervous too. He took a single step forward, though it still felt like there was an ocean between the two of you.

“Okay. Which rule did you break, then?”

One deep breath in, one long breath out. You could do this. But you needed to feel him, to ground yourself to earth before you risked it all.

You took a few hesitant steps towards him, one foot in front of the other until you were close enough to smell his cologne.

“I didn’t mean to. And if you don’t feel the same way, it’s totally okay, I just… can’t lose you. This last month has been hell without you. So, the truth is...”

You reached out, wrapping your fingers around Jinyoung’s wrist until he slipped his hand out of his pocket. Finally, his fingers intertwined with yours and you felt it. Safety. Security. Home.

“I’m in love with you,” you finally confessed.

“I know,” he responded.

“What?” you asked, stuttering. “H-how did you know?”

“I heard you telling my door,” he answered, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

You sighed, ducking your head in embarrassment. “Oh god.”

Jinyoung tugged your hand and pulled you closer. “It was kind of adorable. But I wanted to hear you say it, you know, to me.”

Tilting your head up, you looked him in the eyes and shrugged. “Well, it’s true. Do you…?” you trailed off, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Hmm,” Jinyoung hummed, lifting his free hand to rest against your cheek. “Do I what?”

Your head tipped forward to rest against him and you whined, “Come on. You know what I’m trying to say.”

Jinyoung chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest against your forehead. “Okay, okay. Let me see your face.”

With a sigh, you pulled back to look up at him. He was staring down at you, complete adoration in those brown eyes. You swallowed, fingers squeezing his hand to anchor yourself.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, angel. I tried to deny it, but I couldn’t do it.” He spoke softly, and even though he didn’t say much, you felt every ounce of his feelings for you spill out at once. “You’re it for me.”

You blinked and a tear fell. For the first time, you didn’t try to hide it or wipe it away. “I’m sorry that I took so long to catch up.”

It was odd to think that all of these years, you’d been chasing after Jaebeom when Jinyoung had been right under your nose. This person that understood you on the deepest level possible, and could make you smile more than anyone you’d ever met. He was everything you lacked, and vice versa. You couldn’t believe it had taken this long for you to see it.

“There’s no rush. You’ve been in my life all this time, and that was enough for me.” Jinyoung caught one of your tears under his thumb, swiping it away. “I thought I’d gotten over it. I threw myself into work, into Yeri, but she saw right through me. Then you suggested this… arrangement, and I couldn’t say no. It all came flooding back that first night.”

You still remembered it like it was yesterday. The way he’d held you, made you feel beautiful and wanted, like nobody else ever had. That was the first time it’d felt different with him, the first time you saw him as more than a friend. Now here you were, more in love with him than you thought possible.

“I was scared. That’s why I didn’t tell you sooner,” you admitted, bringing your joined hands up to your lips so you could kiss his knuckles. “But now that I’m here, I’ve never felt more secure. It’s worth the risk.”

“I promise,” Jinyoung began, brushing his fingertips along the line of your jaw, “that I will never hurt you. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll love you for who you are, through all of your good and bad days, your chaotic cooking, all of your teasing and testing of my limits.”

You let out a half laugh, half sob. “Jinyoung, you’re it for me too. I can just… I feel it, you know? Here.” Your free hand came up to rest on your own heart. “This is yours.”

“I’m never going to take it for granted.”

You’d never seen him so soft, so vulnerable. There were tears in his eyes, too. It was almost like the last decade had been leading to this moment, right here. Even though he was fully dressed in his fancy work clothes and you were wearing a ten year old hoodie and ratty joggers, this was where you were meant to be.

“Can you kiss me now, please? It’s been too long.”

Jinyoung laughed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I think I can do that.”

By the time he leaned down, lips only inches from yours, you finally felt like the world had righted itself.

You tipped your head up the rest of the way until your lips melted into his. Letting go of Jinyoung’s hands, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. There were tears falling down both of your cheeks, but it was the best kiss you’d ever had.

With Jinyoung’s arms around your waist, he brought you flush against his body, kissing you until you both had to come up for air. Jinyoung pressed his forehead against yours, noses brushing together as you caught your breath.

“I want to do this right,” he said, quietly, gripping your waist. “Start over, almost. I want to take you out on a real date, one that doesn’t end with sex. I just…” Jinyoung shrugged, pulling away just enough to kiss your forehead. “I want to show you what you’ve deserved all this time.”

Your cheeks felt hot, just thinking of going out on a date with Jinyoung. As if you were a teenager again, being asked out for the first time. This was how it was supposed to feel, you realized.

“I love you,” you told him and slid your hand into his hair. You had missed the way his strands felt between your fingers. “I don’t want to stop saying it.”

“God, you’re so god damn cute.” Jinyoung kissed your nose and you giggled, leaning down to bury your face in his neck.

“Shut up,” you whined and squeezed him close in a hug, feeling him laugh into your hair. “Can we cuddle and watch a documentary?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, bending down to tuck his arms under your knees. You gasped as he lifted you up easily, wrapping your legs around his waist so he could carry you over to the living room to set you on the couch.

“Ugh, you’re such a show off,” you said as you snuggled into him, nudging his side.

Jinyoung poked your side with the remote in retaliation, grinning enough that his dimples popped and his eye whiskers made an appearance. It made butterflies flutter in your stomach, a feeling you now welcomed rather than buried down.

“Here, pick something,” he said as he handed you the remote and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

After ten minutes of scrolling and debating on what exactly to spend your night watching, you finally decided on a two hour documentary about Edgar Allen Poe. You easily leaned into Jinyoung’s side, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.

Your eyes drifted shut after twenty minutes, so comfortable in Jinyoung’s arms that your body fell into a light sleep. You vaguely registered a blanket being draped over your lap, though Jinyoung’s warmth never left you. You just snuggled deeper into him, nuzzling your face into his chest.

An incessant buzzing awoke you from your impromptu nap, feeling something vibrate against your thigh. You whined, lower lip jutting out as you opened your eyes. Jinyoung kissed your temple as he pulled his phone from his pocket, eyebrows knitted in confusion as he stared down at the screen.

“It’s Sana. I honestly didn’t even know she had my number.”

“Answer it. Make it stop,” you pouted, rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Hello?” Jinyoung asked after bringing the phone up to his ear.

Jinyoung was silent for a while, and you could just barely register the sound of Sana’s voice on the other end, but not loud enough for you to make out what exactly she was saying.

“Yes, she’s here. Yeah… No, I know… Jesus Christ, Sana… Listen, you have nothing to worry about, okay? Yeah… Okay, bye.”

Jinyoung cleared his throat as he hung up the phone, setting it down on the empty cushion next to him. “Well,” he began, slipping his arm back around your shoulders, “it’s safe to say, you have a very loyal friend in Sana.”

You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. She just explained, in very graphic detail, how exactly she would, uh, remove my manhood if I ever hurt you. So.” He pressed his lips together, eyes staring into space as if he’d been scarred for life.

You fought back a smile. “Oh, wow. I mean, you’d better listen. I’d be very sad if anything happened to your-”

“Please don’t say manhood,” he finished for you, releasing a deep sigh.

Giggling, you patted his thigh. “Alright, I won’t say it. But the fact still stands.”

Jinyoung chuckled and shook his head. “I won’t, though. You know that, right? I can’t even imagine it.”

“I don’t need you to promise that, Jinyoung. Life…” you shrugged your shoulders, turning your body so that you could truly face him, look him in the eyes. “Things happen. Maybe one day, you’ll have a bad day at work and snap at me when I tease you a little too hard. Or maybe I’ll snap at you. We’re gonna fight, Jinyoung. And it’ll hurt. But this,” you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “This feels right. This is what I care about.”

The corner of Jinyoung’s lips lifted as he looked down at your hands, then back up at you. “How about a new pact?” he asked, twisting your hands until only your pinkies linked together.

“Okay.” You curled your finger around his.

“Let’s make a deal. We’ll love each other, listen to each other, be honest, and just… choose each other. Every day.”

The deep, sincere tone of Jinyoung’s voice was enough for your eyes to well up once more, though you fought it back down.

“Deal,” you said, leaning forward to kiss the back of your own thumb, the universal ‘pinky promise’ gesture. Jinyoung did the same, then pulled you closer by your hand to press his lips into yours. You smiled into the kiss, melting against him once more.

You didn’t know what would happen in the future; you couldn’t make predictions or promise that it would always be perfect, but you knew that finally, through all of the ups and downs and the wrong turns, you had found your home. It was here, with Jinyoung.

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maxbegone · 5 years ago

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Safe

The other night, in our discord with @roguebabyinyourstore and @bestwisheswarmestregards, Megan ( @stuck-on-your-heart ) posted this, so I took it and ran with it, maybe a little too far.

Also on Ao3

WARNING: Mentions of past drug use, drug abuse, manipulation, and that pretentious cock known as Sebastien Raine.

It’s raining today. A heavy downpour that hits against the windows in a way that seems to encompass the entire apartment with white noise. The weather, simplistically, is lousy.

Ever since the rain started early that morning, David’s been nursing a dull headache. He hasn’t done anything for it, mainly because he and Patrick have been in bed the whole time fading in and out of sleep. He got up once to use the bathroom and stole Patrick’s zip-up on the way back.

It’s really just one of those wonderfully lazy days where the weather allows him to do nothing until he gets antsy around seven o’clock and he begs Patrick to order a pizza.

He hopes they order pizza.

They bed is cool on Patrick’s side when David wakes from his second nap of the day, thrusting him into the late morning. Before long, though, his fiancé is padding back over to the bed with two mugs of steaming tea and a smile that he reserves only for him. David gives Patrick a sleepy blink and smiles back.

“Mornin’ sunshine,” Patrick murmurs as he plants a kiss into his hair, carefully balancing the mugs. His own hair is a little wet from the shower, and he smells like the spiced bergamot body wash they’ve begun selling at the store. It’s intoxicating and David loves it.

“How long was I out?” He grumbles into his pillow. Patrick’s pillow, actually.

“Forty-five minutes. Sorry for leaving, I really needed to shower. Sit up so you don’t spill this on yourself.”

David obliges as Patrick climbs back into bed with him, dressed in a new pair of sweats and a faded blue tee. Definitely a lazy day. He passes the mug and two Advil over to David.

“Caramel shortbread and a teaspoon of sugar,” Patrick recites, sipping his own tea. “And I figured your head would be hurting with all this rain. Not too hot?”

“Mh, no. Perfect,” David hums into his mug. He downs the two pills, leans back against the fluffy pillows and lets out a contented sigh.

Patrick sets his mug aside to pull his guitar from where it’s laid carefully in its open case next to the bed. He does this sometimes, and David will just sit and watch. Patrick will absentmindedly pluck away at his six-string, moving idly up and down the fingerboard. Sometimes he’ll play a song that David will recognize, other times it’ll just be a slew of random notes both sharp and flat. Regardless of what Patrick does, it sounds beautiful to David. It always sounds beautiful. Patrick will sing sometimes, too, and on occasion he makes a whole show out of it. But it doesn’t seem that way today.

Today he’s just strumming away as he stares somewhat dreamily at the ceiling.

David watches him closely. He studies the way Patrick’s fingers move, the way his hands flex and the veins pop out, and how his ring fingers seems to be moving around the most. It’s all meditative for him. David notes the way the corners of Patrick’s mouth have quirked up as well, like they always do when he’s playing without any singing, his lips just slightly pursed together. Patrick’s eyes flutter closed, they always do. Slowly, David’s headache is subsiding, and as much as he wants to credit the smooth sound of his partner’s guitar playing, he knows it’s the painkillers.

He doesn’t realize that he’s staring until Patrick opens his eyes again and looks over.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing.” David hides a smile in his now-empty mug. “Keep playing.”

Patrick laughs a bit. “Would you like to hear anything in particular?”

David shakes his head, “No. I like whatever you’re playing now.”

“Well I’m not really playing anything, so.”

He shifts a bit to make himself closer to Patrick. “Yeah, but I still like it.”

Patrick lets out a breathy “Oh,” and leans in to kiss him softly. When they pull away, he knocks at the underside of David’s chin with the length of his index finger. He carefully places his guitar back down in its case.

“I like this,” David whispers, almost at random.

“Like what?”

“This,” he gestures vaguely. “Us together like this, with nothing going on. You playing your little guitar while it rains, making me tea.”

“Yeah? And what are you doing for me?” Patrick teases in return.

“I’m wearing your hoodie, which I arguably look very cute in.” David bounces his head little bit in emphasis.

“You do look very cute in it.” Patrick takes the mug from David’s hands and places it on the nightstand next to his own.

“It’s all really nice,” David continues. “It feels nice, it feels safe. I feel safe here…”

He knows Patrick’s looking at him, maybe a little quizzically, or maybe he’s giving him that careful look that says, “Keep going, I’m still here.” But saying that aloud just now pricked something deep inside him, and it’s making David feel a little off-center. Instead of looking over, he shimmies himself down until he’s on his back. He feels a little shy from having said anything at all.

“David?”

He wants to say silent, he really does. He wants to let the moment pass and just force himself to fall asleep again. But he doesn’t. It’s like his mouth is moving faster than his brain at this point.

“No one has ever made me feel like that,” he begins. “I was usually this one-and-done thing for people. Wasn’t worth the effort.”

Patrick knows this, they’ve talked about it ad nauseam before. It’s a touchy subject, but David’s just added this whole other layer and he keeps going.

“It was always me getting something from them, or them getting something from me. Pills, mostly, access to people I knew, like, really high up. Honestly at one point I was always looking to get a stellar high, so. There were days where I was barely sober because of it.”

Patrick is completely still beside him, so David continues.

“Um…This one girl stole from me a few times, but I didn’t realize until it was too late because it always happened when I had a bunch of people over and when I was in the middle of hooking up with someone else. And there was this guy who basically ridiculed everything I wore, so. There was a time where I wore very plain things and he would decide on that for me.” David tugs at his sleeves a bit. “It was really short-lived though. Only lasted a month and a half before he got bored.” He waves a hand, feigning nonchalance. He doesn’t look to his right where Patrick is.

“David, that’s not okay.”

“I know it’s not. And I knew it then, really. I was just trying to prove something, I guess.” He inhales and holds it for a second too long. “Sebastien was on a whole other level, though. We were usually completely smacked whenever we were together.”

David’s world rocks a bit, and the white noise from the rain outside becomes a bit more piercing. He shakes off the feeling and purses his lips.

“Photos,” is all he says, and Patrick really already knows this.

He told him before they got together when Sebastien Raine came to town. Patrick had sensed David was very off that week, and in the middle of setting up a shelving unit, he told his then-new-business partner everything about the sleazy bastard.

Patrick’s moving to lay down next to David, facing him.

“Hey.” His voice is soft and soothing. “Can you look at me?”

David turns his head slowly. “Sorry,” he mutters, it’s almost inaudible.

“I know that you already know this David,” Patrick begins, “but I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

“And I never intend to.” Patrick reaches out to brush against David’s face. “I love you, you mean the world over to me, David. Those people in your past who wronged you are long-gone. They don’t matter. You matter.”

David blinks. He sniffs a bit, swallows thickly to suppress threatening tears. It takes a few minutes for him to speak again, but looking at Patrick, the words come out so easy.

“I’ve never felt this safe before. I’ve never had anyone who makes me feel this way. You make me feel safe.” He laughs a little at how cheesy it all sounds, but Patrick isn’t laughing. Instead, he’s nodding, gentle and understanding. His hand trails from its spot on David’s cheep down to play with his left hand. It’s sans his rings at the moment, since he tends to not sleep with them.

David continues. “In New York, with those people, I had to play it up. If I didn’t, they’d drop me. I didn’t know who I was so I just followed along. I learned to be someone I’m not, clearly. I, uh…Do you really want to marry me, Patrick?”

Those words nearly hurt today. He feels so small in this bed. He didn’t expect to get into such a heavy conversation today, but here they are. If he didn’t take the Advil earlier, David is sure his head would be pounding much harder with an anxiety-induced headache.

Patrick shifts again, this time so he can wrap himself against David’s curled-up form.

“David Rose, I have never been so sure about anything in my life. I cannot wait to marry you.”

Patrick’s voice grounds him. It does, it really does, but David’s in it now and he feels the need to press onward.

“I have a lot of, I don’t know, emotional baggage?” David squeezes his eyes shut and says, “I’ve never felt so safe with anyone in my entire life, Patrick. I didn’t think that I ever could.”

When he opens his eyes again, Patrick’s own are wide and doe-like.

Out of all the things everyone in his past life made him believe, David never thought that he was worthy of someone as beautiful and caring as Patrick Brewer. The fact that they were engaged, the fact that Patrick wanted to marry him despite everything in his past made him feel good about himself and where he was in his life right now. He thought, a long time ago, that he was destined to roam the Earth somewhat alone as he bounced from stranger to stranger, and on occasion have a fling that would last for more than a week and a half.

Patrick brings him back to the present when the pad of his thumb brushes against his under-eye.

“David. I will do everything in my power to make you feel safe for the rest of our lives.”

It’s a strong statement. It’s bold, it’s powerful, and David knows with his whole being that it’s very true. When Patrick makes a promise, he keeps that promise. He’s proven it over and over again.

Finally, he says, “I love you,” and Patrick’s expression softens just a bit.

“I love you, David,” he whispers back.

Patrick’s lips trail along the stubble on his jawline, leaving little kisses from there all the way down his neck. When he gets to the hollow of David’s throat, he nips a bit and kisses the spot. It both warms David and sends a chill down his spine.

Patrick drags himself back up to kiss David’s lips. It’s sweet.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he swears against his lips from where he now hovers over him. It’s so quiet, it’s only for them, even though they are alone in the apartment. It’s intimate, really.

A tear slips from David’s eye, leaving a cool mark as it caresses his temple. His smile grows wide and sweet. He blinks slow, and Patrick is still there above him.

David pulls him into his chest, holds Patrick tightly and whispers, “You, too.”

David means it.

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mysecretatticsstuff · 6 years ago

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No regrets.

Word count: I have no clue. Lol.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut.

Okay so this is the first piece that i'm posting here. FINALLY. I hope i'll continue in the future. I was too lazy to proof read. I hope you enjoy. Like and reblog folks. :)

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You were dressed comfy, sprawled out on the couch. It was your night today. Finally after a month of hard core work you finally got some free time and you were not ready to waste this weekend. For this occasion, you planned a movie marathon and to eat some of your favourite comfort food.

You were happily watching the 2nd thriller of the night when someone knocked on the door. You cursed the bad timing and went for the door. You were in such a hurry that you didn't even consider to check through the peep hole. Upon opening the door, you find a pair of dimples happily displayed to you.

"Namjoon!?" You said.

"Hi" he chirped.

Namjoon was your colleague. Head of the department of anaesthesia at the best hospital in your city. You were his subordinate. He was the youngest to crack the interview for the post. You joined the department a year later. At first it was a bit rusty between you two. Both held pride in landing in the job only people past there 40s do. There were no visible clashes of course. Both of you were professional enough but the tension was definitely there for you to feel. Plus, let's just say, that the situation would be 100 times better if namjoon wasn't as handsome as he actually was. He was a giant. Tall, honey toned skin, caramel blonde highlights in his hair, muscular in built. These features made him look like a greek God. From the inside tho Namjoon was shy to open up to people, had the sweetest smile, was caring, a whole gentlemen. It took some time for both of you to be comfortable with each other, but eventually you made a great team. He started opening up to you, even teased you when the situation demands.

And now he was standing outside of your apartment. You were wearing a plain white tee and the shortest shorts you owned. You couldn't help but notice how his eyes went straight to your legs after his greeting. He was wearing a pair of light blue ripped jeans and a plain black t-shirt. And to be honest you couldn't help but stare at him. Why the hell does he look so good in just jeans and a t shirt?. Maybe you were too used to formals at the hospital. Eventually you spoke up , "Is everything alright? Is there an emergency?"

He raised his eyebrows, "Oh no no, I was just passing by the area, thought i'd say hi, and eat some food together." He revealed two bags that he hid behind his back. Realising how weird it sounds he added, "Also I needed to talk to you about today's case".

"Oh, yeah sure. Come in please" you invited him inside. As he entered, you suddenly became 10 times more conscious about your apartment. You mentally tried to remember any embarrassing things that needed to be hidden.

Inside, he looked around, and maybe realized that you were quite enjoying your girl night in. "Hey, I hope i didn't ruin your night. You have been working really hard for the past month."

"Nooo.. i'm glad.. i mean.. it's not an inconvenience at all." You realized, your cheeks felt warm, your ears have probably turned red too. Shit.

It's not the first time, Namjoon was in your apartment. Usually your apartment was the pit stop where you'd discuss important cases in advance. It was convenient because it is on the way to Namjoon's place and it was close to the hospital.

You quickly made space on the couch, "Here, sit"

Namjoon places the bags of food on the kitchen counter and then plops down on the couch. His eyes wander around the apartment. Finally resting on the TV screen.

"Whatcha watch'n?"

"Gone girl" you said, trying to hide the excitement. You were a movie buff. And this movie was based on a book which you had read and enjoyed. Even better.

"Ahh.. interesting.. i loved it" he smiled warmly, eyes turning into crescents.

"Oh yeah, it's thrilling... Umm.. Do you mind watching it again? We can eat first and then discuss the case"

"Sure, I don't mind at all"

"Okay then, let me bring the food here" you practically hopped to the counter.

Both of you cozied up on the couch with a blanket. You were careful to maintain a decent amount of space between you and Namjoon. Although you didn't know why you suddenly started feeling hot. Around 15 minutes later, you were half done with your food. Throughout this time, you kept sneaking glances at namjoon.

Was his jawline this sharp all the time? That black t shirt clings to his body so well. You could imagine the all the rippling muscles underneath. He was lazily chewing, watching with interest. He was wearing hoop earrings today. You did notice his piercings before but he never wore jewelry to clinics. He dressed so casual today yet he was looking like a snack. You realised you were pressing your thighs together. Gosh this is going to be tougher than you thought.

Before you could come out of the stance. Namjoon glanced towards you. He raises his eyebrows.

"Like what you see y/n?" He smirks. He fucking smirks. As if you weren't flushed enough. You were sure you looked like a red owl right now.

"Huh.. o..oh it.. are you done?" You stutter. Shit.

He was about to say something when the room was filled with sounds of lips smacking, loud moans and heavy pants. Both of you looked at the screen... You could see the ecstasy that was happening in the movie.

The situation has now entered a whole new level of awkward. You cross your legs to get some relief. He cleared his throat. You finally look at him, only to find him already looking at you. The expression he has on is quite a visual to look. Eyes dark, as if he wants to devour you right there. You squirmed under his gaze. The tension was too much, the room felt hot. Non of you spoke. You rise from your seat, go near him. You finally break eye contact to pick up his bowl. You don't know what made you so bold, you won't deny you're a little frustrated. The tension between the two of you is getting unbearable. So you bend down, in your loose v neck tee giving him a full view of whats underneath.

He clenches his jaw. Exhales loudly. His eyes going just where you thought it would. He is not trying to hide his intentions either. He grips your hand midway, jerks you towards him. You totally loose balance, and slam straight into his chest. You can feel his muscles, firm, body hot, he smells rustic.

"God, you're driving me crazy". His hands grip your waist firmly.

You could not form any words for a reply, your heart was hammering out of your chest. So you just stared at him. He chuckles slightly and bends down to your ear and wispers, voice falling several octaves. "If you want me to stop, say it now, because I don't think I can hold back any longer with the position you've got me in." You have been dreaming about him for months, clinics were becoming a torture. You thought it's a silly crush but the tension between you two just kept on growing. Somewhere in your mind you knew he felt the tension too. But he never showed a sign. You felt like your body was going to catch fire. You finally mustered out some courage and pressed yourself into him, arms crossing back on his neck, "You think I want you to stop?"

You feel his member getting hard on your front. He curses to himself, and in a blink his lips are on you. You couldn't help but moan in response. His hands travels down from your waist to your hips finally landing on your behind. His lips are plush and It seems like he knows what he is doing. God he is a good kisser. So good that you think he must have had a lot of practice. That thought quickly goes away because of how he starts squeezing your bum. Massaging and pressing your front onto his hardness. You know you're fucked when you feel yourself getting weak in the knees just with a short kissing session. You both pull apart for a while. He looks at you, eyes blown out with lust. "I've been thinking about this for so long now. Seeing you in clinics was getting harder day by day, you don't know how many times i'd mentally strip your clothes off."

You bit your lip, Kim Namjoon the hottest guy you know imagines stripping your clothes off. So all this time, you weren't wrong. He did look at you differently in clinics, eyeing you from top to toe when he thinks you weren't paying attention. Sneaking glances at you thinking you were in deep thoughts in a patient's file. You smirk at this. Wasting no time you crashed your lips against his. This time the kiss was urgent, filled with desire. He showed no softness either. You took one of his hands, slipped it under your tee.

You got goose bumps at his touch. His hand snaked around to your back, finding their way to the hook of your bra. He unclasped it in one swift go. You need to question him sometime about the unpopular skills he got. He didn't waste time after that, feverishly bring his hand to your chest. Stopping a little at your underboob, you moaned in his mouth. That was all he needed to fully grasp your boob. He growled low in his throat groping at your softness. He played with your nipple, making it hard. Just when you thought it cannot get any hotter. He gripped your tee with both hands and pulled it up over your head and finally let it drop. He stopped kissing you and his heated gaze fell at your nakedness. There you stand with just your shorts, totally wet for a man who hasn't even shed a single piece of his clothing. By reflex you cross your arms to cover yourself. He senses your discomfort, "Baby, you're beautiful, don't hide yourself please". With this he lifts you off the ground, your legs wrap around his waist and then he takes you to your bedroom, just like that staring into your eyes. You show him the room, and he places you down at the edge of your bed. Now it's your turn, you start stripping him. His t shirt at first, you wait after he is bare chested to just admire his body. You knew he works out, it was pretty obvious by how his shirts hugs his broad chest. Your mouth waters at the honey toned skin gleaming at you.

"Enjoying the view sweetheart?" He tilts his head. He knows he has got you in all the right places. That cocky bastard. You step away, slowly lower your self onto the bed, and scoot towards the headboard. "You know, if I had known you were eye fucking me this entire time, we could have done this sooner" you said, with your confidence growing.

"Now don't act all coy y/n. I've noticed how you have been squeezing your thighs when we are alone." "I'm sure you get off by thinking about me. Ain't that true?".

He unbuttoned his jeans, slowly stripping it off. Your heart was racing, butterflies raging in your stomach. You would be lying if this wasn't thrilling. The moment Namjoon was in his boxers, your eyes went straight onto his member. Specifically to how hard he was. With what your seeing, you can tell he is big. Overall Namjoon was even sexier than you had imagined. Thick thighs with muscles flexing at every move, broad chest with honey skin, arms with his veins popping. You started imagining how this man could ruin you.

You didn't realize that you were speechless at his words. He slowly crawled towards you, face inches away. His body caging you.

"I asked you a question y/n" he kissed you briefly.

"Yes" you answered.

"Yes, what?"

Is he really asking that? You're already knees deep in shame. You're sure you look like a tomato. All the boldness that you showed was gone now. And the sweet shy Namjoon was also gone. He was talking dirty, with dominance, jaw clenched and it was making you dizzy.

"Answer me, or i'm gonna leave"

"Yes, I get off by thinking about you,.. about this" you covered your face with your hands unable to look at him anymore.

He chuckled, "Hey, you don't need to be ashamed" he took both of your hands, wrist crossed and held them above your head. "Besides, since you confessed, i'd like to make you cum, sweetheart". He pecked you on your lips as his hands went straight down, and held your aching core. You moaned at this but bit your lip to hold it back.

"Don't hold back, i want to hear you scream my name" he commanded. He palmed your clothed core, earning a string of delicious curses and moans in response.

"So fucking responsive, and I haven't even started" he half grunted. The fact that he was restraining your hands above his head was making this 100 times more stimulating. You were rutting your hips against his palm. It seems like you both found a rhythm, untill he suddenly stopped.

"Uggh... Namjoon,. Don't stop please." You were squirming. He let go of your hands, propping himself on his elbows he started ravishing your neck. Gosh you were sure to get marks tomorrow. With your hands free, you starting letting them roam on his body. You gripped his hair, and he let out a groan. So he likes it rough you thought. The other hand was caressing his back. He slowly went down with his wet kisses, and you felt your stomach tense. He sensed this.

He look up from the bands of your shorts, as if he was asking for permission. You made a little nod. He grinned devilishly. How were you supposed to live after this? He slowly pulled down your shorts, removing your underwear with it. You closed your legs with instinct.

"It's okay beautiful, open up. Let me see that pretty cunt of yours". Those word worked like magic and went straight to your core. You moaned. He seperated your legs. For a moment you got panicked. What is he doing?

"So fucking wet already, all for me" he grasped both of your legs pulled you down and let a breathe out near your core. You squeaked, you could feel the coolness of his breath and it was a sharp contrast to how hot and bothered your core was. Honestly at this point you wear so desperate for some relief. He had been teasing your ass for a long time now and you were getting impatient.

"Stop fucking teasing Namjoon, i swear if you don't do something now, i'm gonna get off by myself! " You shouted.

"Uff,... Needy much?" He smirked. You looked down to see how much he was enjoying this. With this, he licked a broad strip over you and you clenched in air.

Namjoon's tongue was heaven. No man had ever made you feel like he did. He knew exactly what you wanted and when you wanted. He held a vicious grip on your hips and he was showing no mercy. He ate you out like a starved man and you were near the edge in minutes.

"Oh. God.. N.. namjoon.. i'm gonna cum" you gripped the sheet with all your strength.

He saw that you were falling apart too quickly and then he stopped. You were furious. Almost at the brim of crying. Edging you like that. What the fuck was he even thinking.

You looked at him, anger flaring, "What the FUCK?" You were so worked up at this point that you couldn't even speak. You just look at him, tears about to spill.

He reached up to your lips and kissed you.

"This is payback baby, for all the times you left me hot and bothered, those little glances of yours. A touch here or there pretending them to be mistakes" You could not believe this. This man is pure evil. No! This man is Satan himself.

You were about to cry when, he started sucking your neck and he inserted two fingers inside you. You were wet beyond belief. And he loved that this was because of him. Then he started a mercy less rhythm with his fingers. You find yourself clenching again. The tension building up slowly. He then added his thumb, the pressure on your now sensitive bud was electrifying. It was all you needed.

You held his shoulders with such a grip that you were sure he would have bruises after this. He kissed you sloppily.

"Y/n look at me when you cum!" He growls.

You try your best to look at him. "Fuck, Joon,. I'm.. it's so intense.. ugghhh".

And you came crashing down. Your body quivering. Tears spilling out of pleasure. You almost black out at the end. Namjoon kept fingering you throughout your high.

You went limp after that. Panting heavily.

You don't know how long you've been like that but when you finally stir up, you see namjoon watching you contently, propped up on one hand. Your eyes make contact. He is still sweaty from the intimate activity you guys pulled through.

"Hi", you finally said breaking the silence.

"Hey" he replied back, smiling genuinely, dimples on display.

"Well umm.. i.. it was.." you didn't get to complete the sentence when he added. "Hot...... Y/n, it was hot".

You felt your blush creeping up. But suddenly you realised that he must have not finished by himself. You quickly grabbed him by his neck, one hand snaking down to his hardness, "Let me return the favour, yeah?" You said. He was rock hard, you couldn't believe how the heck was he controling himself. So you did what you could. You started stroking him, gathering some of the precum to coat his thickness.

"Jeez, y/n... Just like that baby". He was hot, so fucking hot that you could come all over again, just by looking at him.

He kept making these low grunts. Whispering some sweet profanities into your ear. It turned you on even more, you always saw his professional side. But this was something else. He was thrusting in your hand, his hand was digging on your hips. You were sure they will be purple by tomorrow but you didn't care. Seeing Namjoon loosing his control was one of the hottest things you witnessed.

"Y/n, I'm... I'm going to cum.. Aggh"

"Come for me joon" he didn't need to be told twice. He came hard, blowing his load on your hand and probably on your bed. He covered his face with his arm, panting like he just ran a marathon. You grabbed some tissue to clean him up.

You were totally silent after that, your mind running to and fro thinking about what you both had done. You can't deny the fact that it was hot, and if situation demands, you'll probably do it again. Namjoon finally was breathing normally. He sensed your discomfort and slowly spoke, "y/n..?"

Your heart was pounding, your stomach clenching "Yeah?"

"I want you to know, I don't regret any bit of what happened between us today". He turned his head to look at you, eyes soft. You were surprised by his confession, remembering how professional he was plus with his politeness whenever he talked to you, you were half expecting him to say it was a mistake. You must have been silent for a little too long, eyes mildly wide with, shock? regret?, He couldn't read, he said, "Say something please, the silence is killing me"

Your heart was pounding frantically right now, but now your stomach was filled with butterflies. You snaked your hand with his, interlinking your fingers. To this he gasped. "I really like you", you blurt out.

Namjoon lets out a nervous laugh, then he visibly relaxes, "Well that was definitely unexpected. Y/n if you haven't noticed till now, I REALLY like you too. Hence.. this" He pretends to be thinking seriously. You roll your eyes, then turn towards him, "So what now?"

"Will you go out on a date with me y/l/n?"

You blush at this. "Yes" you say. He smiles, dimples on display.

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snarkwrites · 5 years ago

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FFT:no selfies in the bathroom please ; captain america

Notes:

This one got buried deep on my blog too but I truly did enjoy writing for Cap. And I’m probably gonna do one hell of a lot more of it. For now, this is a start.

Summary:

Roxy is on a cruise and it’s not going well at all. A phone conversation with Captain America, however, gives her something to look forward to.

Pairing:

Captain America x OFC, Roxy.

Warnings:

uhhh innuendo, flirting..

“I’m rethinking my decision to go without sunscreen. Holy shit, everything hurts.” Roxy cringed at her sunburnt skin in the mirror. The cell phone pinged and Roxy grabbed it, scanning the text from Natasha.

← How’s Cancun?

← Meet any guys on the cruise?

Roxy bit her lip and dragged a hand through tousled deep golden brown waves. She’d have to worry about her skincare predicament later. She’d gone almost a week with no contact and she knew that Natasha texting was a passive way of her team mate pointing it out, so she figured that rather than risk Fury sending down agents and ruining what was left of her vacation, she’d better just answer.

→ Welp, I’m sunburnt so bad that I don’t even wanna think about clothes, I drank so much rum I tried to go into the wrong cabin and now there’s a storm rolling in for the rest of the week, so.. 5 out of 10. Not too bad, but could’ve gone so much better. How’s the mission going? How’s Captain?

→ Yeah, several married fuckboys. I’ve given up on the stupid mixers they hold on this cruise, it’s pointless… I repeat, how is Captain holding up?

Scrolling through Spotify, Roxy found her favorite hair metal playlist and turned it up as loud as the volume would go to keep the sound of the neighbors hate fucking from echoing through the wall separating the rooms. When Bon Jovi barely covered the moans and growls and bed creaking, Roxy glared at the wall, flipping it off before stepping close.

“Can you two knock it the entire fuck off? Some of us are trying to take a nap before the next call to port.”

“Jealous much?” the muffled reply came through and Roxy rolled her eyes, sticking her finger down her throat as she pretended to gag while muttering to herself, “Not likely.”

Which was, of course, a total lie. Because hell yes, she was jealous. Very jealous. Insanely jealous.

…. If you’d stop being a little bitch and just make a move already…. Who knows? You two might have even gotten together and maybe you’d be getting your own action right now that’s not battery operated….

….Steve isn’t that kind of guy…. But at least you wouldn’t be alone on this damned cruise….

–

“Did you hear anything?”

The question had Natasha smirking to herself through a curtain of vibrant red hair. She knew telling Roxy total radio silence from the team for a while might be a good thing and if her suspicions were right, Cap’s tone held just the slightest hint of concern. Natasha finally pulled herself out of the text conversation that she was having with Roxy and looked up at the man, giving a shrug as she responded “Maybe?”

“Well?” Steve’s hand raised, slowly dragging through shaggy hair. Shaggier than he’d ever worn it before, but he refrained from cutting it mostly because he was too lazy and too picky. And maybe the new team member Roxy had something to do with it, the way she was always playing with it, his mind was quick to add but he shoved out the thought before it could fully form.

That would be too weird. Despite outward appearances and overall physical health suggesting otherwise, Steve kept circling back to one simple fact. He was old enough to be Roxy Davenport’s grandpa.

He lowered himself into the seat next to Natasha and before Natasha could move her phone out of sight, he caught sight of the screen.

Of Roxy in a bikini that was… Definitely daring. Left very little to the imagination. Natasha smirked triumphantly at the fact that he was gaping like an ass and after closing the screen out, she shrugged. “She hates the cruise. First the airport lost her luggage, so she had to buy clothes. Then she spent all night above deck at one of those mixers and apparently drank so much rum she wandered into the wrong cabin below deck. Then at the last port, she got propositioned by some really questionable looking local man. And now, she apparently fell asleep sunbathing and according to her, becoming a nudist is looking appealing.”

“Yeah.. The sunburn..” Steve was still trying to make words form properly and with a cough he finished, “It looked really bad. Didn’t she have any sunscreen?”

“Yeah. Here. In the bathroom on our wing. She forgot to pack it.”

Steve shook his head, clucking his tongue as he did so. “I told her a thousand times to pack it.”

Natasha’s cell phone started to ring and as soon as she saw Roxy’s contact information and photo on the screen, she passed it off to Steve and left the room.

Staying hidden outside the door, of course. Maybe if she forced them to talk they actually would. And they’d get along just like she felt they would.

They both needed someone, and they both felt something.. Steve was just more reluctant to show it than Roxy.

–

“Steve?” the reception was bad. The storm was starting to roll in and due to the water being a little choppy, they were currently docking at some island port to ride out the storm before going any further. Roxy stood on her bed, peering out the porthole window. “Where’s Nat?”

“Nat handed me the phone and left.” Steve shifted around in his seat, trying to will away the image of her in black fabric scraps. But he couldn’t. “Do you send all your friends personal pictures?”

“Huh?”

… way to go, Steve… way to make it awkward… Steve took a deep breath and shifted around in his seat some more, grabbing for the remote on the table in front of him. “Nevermind, I… That wasn’t my business.”

Roxy gave a soft laugh but eyed the phone with a raised brow. He almost sounded a little… Bothered… by the picture she’d sent Natasha so Nat could see her sunburn and how severe it was.

No, Roxy thought to herself, that cannot be it. There’s no way plain ol’ me has worked Captain freakin America up, nope.

It didn’t stop her from hoping that maybe she had though.

“Honestly, that picture wasn’t that bad. The stupid swimsuit didn’t fit but like… There’s worse on my Instagram, trust me.”

“Define worse.” Steve couldn’t help the way it just came out. He bit his lip as he tried not to say anything else. If he opened his mouth one more time, he was almost 100 percent sure that the way he felt -and how jealous it made him sometimes whenever Starlord or Thor flirted with her and she seemed to flirt right back, that was all gonna come tumbling out before he could stop it.

“You’ve seen it. You’re following my Instagram.” Roxy stifled a soft giggle. On his end, Steve took a deep breath and tried to go back in his mind, tried to remember what Instagram was and how he’d wound up following her. It hit him then.. Tony. Tony made him an Instagram and he’d followed everyone he worked with on Instagram. After the first few days, the novelty wore off and he rarely looked at it now.

Curiosity got the best of him, so while he was talking on Natasha’s phone, he took his own out of his pocket, going to the app. Going to her page and when he did, he coughed and swore to himself.

Roxy heard him mutter a quiet and almost growled “Fuck” under his breath and she raised a brow. “Everything okay there, Cap?”

“Everything is..” but he couldn’t get any words to come because his eyes were glued to her Instagram profile, snickering softly to himself when he hit play on a video she posted the night before, her singing karaoke to some song he’d heard her listening to a time or two.

“Yeah?” Roxy muttered, wondering what the hell was up with Steve. This was the most he’d said to her since the last mission they went out on together. The one where they had to act as husband and wife and maybe things got a little… Tense when they were in closed quarters.

… you walked in on him after he showered and then he accidentally grabbed your tits trying to secure the wire…

“Fine.” Steve finally managed to answer, letting out a shaky breath and continuing to scroll. That bikini made it’s first appearance further down the timeline. He tugged at the collar of his fitted white tee and took a deep breath.

“You sure? You sound like you’re not feelin well, Captain.”

“I’m fine. Just.. Hot. Yeah, it’s hot here.” Steve was partially telling the truth. “Have you done anything about the sun burn?”

“Ice bath.”

…. But the sunburn wasn’t the only reason I needed it, thanks a lot Tasha, posting a video of you sparring, sir…. The thought came quickly and Roxy tried to shove it out.

But even now, all she could see was him sparring with one of the rookies.. Or doing push ups, shirtless.

It was burned into her brain.

“That’s all? You need some aloe or somethin on that, doll. Because from that picture you sent Nat… You don’t look good at all.”

… way to go, Steve, there’s absolutely no way you could screw this up worse if you tried… you know what you’re doing, act like it…

“Gee, thanks.” Roxy pouted.

“I don’t mean like that, you look damn good, just.. The burn not so much.”

Roxy felt herself getting flustered. Everything about the tone and the phrasing… Was he flirting with her?

“Well, see, therein lies a problem, Captain. I kind of can’t reach the majority of the worst spots. And there’s no way I’m going to ask someone to rub aloe all over me.”

… unless it’s you, of course…

“If it’s still that bad when you get back I.. I mean if you need someone to rub…” Steve palmed his face, took a deep breath and finally managed to say it calmly and with a straight face, “I’ll do it.”

Roxy’s thighs tightened at the way he said it and the mental images it filled her mind with. “Oh you will, hmm?” her voice dropped a little and she bit her lip, suddenly fidgety. She settled down on the bed, trying to find some level of comfort against badly sunburnt skin. Oh god, I bet his hands would feel so fucking good against my skin… And that mouth.. He must have said something while she was on her little distracted mental tangent, because he said her name again.

“Yeah?”

“I was saying I’d do it.” Steve answered, trying to work up the nerve required to just go for it. Finally, he managed to do so. “Are you sure it’s a good idea posting those pictures you post?”

… so he’s looking at it now.. Interesting.. The thought came and Roxy gave a soft laugh, rolling onto her stomach and immediately regretting it when the thin blanket felt like prickly like a cactus instead of soft like it had before she’d gotten her sunburn. “Nobody really notices, I mean.. It’s a way to keep in touch with friends and stuff, let people see what I’m doing.”

Steve coughed a little, eyes scrolling through the comments on the black bikini pic. His breath hitched in his throat and he blurted out before he could stop himself, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

“Yeah, it’s itty bitty. I lost a dare. Otherwise, I’d never have gotten it.” Roxy muttered, scrolling through her messages. “Are you sure you’re okay, Captain? You sound a little out of it.”

“I’m fine. Just tired.”

“Yeah, I saw you sparring with the new guy. Looked pretty intense.” - her giggle really did something to him, he clenched his fists and unclenched them, standing up. Maybe if he moved around, he could get rid of the situation currently on the rise.

… I had a good reason too, Steve thought to himself as he chuckled quietly and stretched, catching sight of the time. “You did, huh?”

“I did. It was… Interesting.”

“Oh?” Steve asked as he moved towards the kitchen and grabbed himself a bottled water, drinking down half.

“Yeah. Ya know, I had quite the view myself.”

Roxy wanted to punch herself in the throat as soon as she said it, but it was out, no sense in covering it up. Steve coughed a little and chuckled again quietly. She sounded flustered. No, he didn’t dare get his hopes up. “Oh really now?”

Roxy took a deep breath. Now she could feel her face heating up and she could only imagine those baby blue eyes of his fixing on her.. That little smirk on his face and the way he rubbed his chin when in thought. She closed her eyes and imagined it almost perfectly, Steve wandering around the main room in the tower because he couldn’t ever really sit still when he had to have a phone conversation she’d noticed. Stretching his arms and the way the muscles would stand out as a result.

“Shit.” she gasped as she squirmed slightly and the thin blanket on her bed rubbed right against sunburnt flesh. Steve muttered quietly, “Language.” and Roxy retorted with a soft laugh, “Oh trust me.. If you were burnt like I am, you wouldn’t care about language.”

“I still can’t believe you forgot your sunscreen.”

“Me either.” Roxy groaned, lightly hitting her head against the mattress as she sighed and pulled herself up, sliding off the bed. “I think I packed some cooling gel though.” she rummaged through her suitcase. The neighbors were at it again, fighting as foreplay. She rolled her eyes at the wall and it must have been loud enough for Steve to hear because he asked what was going on.

“My neighbors have a makeup sex kink, apparently. They’re either fighting or going at it like rabbits.” she stopped by the wall separating the two rooms and banged loudly, “And I really wish they’d knock it the hell off so maybe I could get a little sleep.”

Steve snickered and coughed. Because naturally, given the current conversation and the fact that he felt like Roxy was definitely flirting with him and now he was attempting to do the same back, it was so much easier with the phone between them, his own mind went down an interesting path and he could imagine himself there with her.. Rubbing the aloe into her skin. Trailing his hands over curves. Pressing his chest against her back and laughing, giving her some kind of smooth remark about her ability to fall asleep practically anywhere and stay asleep not doing her any favors this time. Holding her as they drifted off to sleep.

“If you’re not havin any fun by yourself doll, why go on the cruise alone?”

“My grandma bought me tickets to this damn thing and I love my grandma, so I was not about to turn this down. She wanted me to come on here and meet someone like she did a long time ago.. But like..” Roxy laughed and Steve took another long sip of water, waiting on her to finish her sentence. Which she never did.

Steve wasn’t about to bring it up, either. But he did find himself wondering what she might have been about to say.

“Hey, Captain?”

“Yeah?” he took a deep breath.

“If you really wanna apply my aloe when I’m back at the tower, I won’t object.” almost the second Roxy let it slip out, she was instantly on pins and needles. Maybe she’d said it because she was lonely and she wished she wasn’t on the cruise by herself. Maybe she said it because she’d held in her feelings entirely too long. Maybe being on the cruise and having distance between them via a phone line made her entirely too brave. She took a deep breath and started to speak up and say it was silly, but to her surprise, Steve spoke up first.

“You won’t, huh? Well, see..” Steve wandered back over to the kitchen area, grabbing himself another bottled water. He was trying to make one last ditch effort not to say what he’d been holding back for so long, but he just couldn’t anymore. He took a deep breath, uncapping his water and drinking a little and then he continued to speak, “ The problem with this doll is that I don’t know I’d be able to just stop at rubbin aloe all over your burn.”

Out in the hallway, Natasha overheard and nearly choked on a cough. She stepped away from the door, pumping her fist in victory. It was taking everything in the woman not to burst in and tell him that she knew he had a thing for Roxy.

Steve wanted to kick himself, but then he heard her give this sexy little quiet whimper and it only pushed things a little further. “You’re a flirt.”

Roxy’s breath caught in her throat and she gave a soft laugh to cover the fact. “Yeah? And?” while she panicked internally.. Was he catching on to her subtly -and not so subtly flirting with him for months?

“Yeah. And sometimes,” Steve debated heavily on what he was going to say next, ultimately just going for it. Laying it all out there just seemed to be a good idea. “I mean, don’t get me wrong doll, I absolutely love it when you’re flirting with me. Others? Not so much..”

Roxy twisted a strand of hair around her fingertip as she mulled over what he seemed to be dancing around saying. She chose to play coy, asking instead, “ How’s this pertain to you rubbing me down, Captain?”

Steve caught the slight teasing tone to her voice and he rubbed his chin, took a bigger sip of water and then after about two seconds of contemplating it, he went for it, “It pertains because since I know I wouldn’t be able to stop with just covering your sunburns in aloe, doll… You’re gonna have to stop flirting with the other guys. Because I’m not really into sharing.”

Roxy did it again, that little whimper. If he could see her right now, she’d be as good as fucked, she was almost certain because she was fidgety and blushing all over beneath the sun burn, biting her lips and almost squirming where she stood, peering out the porthole window.

“What if I told you a little secret, Captain?”

“Oh? What’s that, baby doll?”

“I only flirt with them because you don’t seem to take hints well. So maybe I do it in the hopes that you’ll say somethin?”

Steve bit back a groan, leaning against the fridge as he chuckled quietly, dragged his fingers through his hair again. Suddenly it all made sense and he realized that apparently, Tony, Thor and Natasha were way more perceptive than he apparently was, because they’d all been telling him this for a month now and he refused to listen.

It felt freeing, laying it all out there, finally.

“In that case..” Steve’s breath caught in his throat and he went quiet as Natasha’s phone chirped, indicating low battery. “I’m gonna call you back on my phone.”

Roxy bit her lip and probably a little too quickly, she answered, “Yeah, do that. I really want to continue this conversation, Steve.”

“So do I, doll.” Steve muttered, grinning like an idiot as he hung up…

#captain america fanfiction #captain america fanfic #captain america fic #captain america oneshot #captain america imagine #// this was cute.

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draco-malfoy-imagines · 7 years ago

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Title: I promise Warnings: Fluff, Slight cussing Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1,852 Y/H/H - your Hogwarts house Y/N - your name Y/B/F - your best friend Y/C/H - your color hair Y/F/S - your favorite snack Y/F/N - your full name Hey guys!! So this is my first imagine back and I hope you like it! I might be a little rusty but hopefully it still satisfies your Draco needs! I also want to apologize for the user who sent in this request so long ago via direct message for only responding now. Better late than never? I love all of you to bits and hope you enjoy this read! -s

“I wanna go to forever 21!!!” You said in a whiney voice to Draco who was terrified of the muggle world. “what are you so scared of anyways the people are the same as wizards just without magic…and they use pens instead of quills.” “I just don’t understand why we have to go. Why can't you just buy clothes at a wizard store like everyone else?” You pondered this question, of course you knew why, you wanted jeans that actually fit you and showed off your figure but Draco would just retort with some excuse for not going. “Fine whatever I’ll go by myself.” You said throwing your arms up in the air hoping the guilt trip would work. You swiftly turned and began to head to the Y/H/H common room, “fine” you heard a low voice say in a tone indicating he’d given up, “I’ll go Y/N” you sported a smug smile as you faced him once again, “tomorrow. Noon, meet me in the great hall, no robes.” You gave him a quick kiss then continued on your way, proud of yourself for manipulating the master manipulator. The next day you slipped on your jeans, a plain gray v neck and a pair of converse. Draco always found it odd when you wore jeans or leggings, he was only ever used to seeing girls in high class dresses like his mother, but you preferred a more ordinary look. You walked to the great hall just as the loud chime from the clock signaled it was 12 o’clock. Draco sat at the Slytherin table chatting with Crabbe and Goyle who openly despised you, now probably more than ever. Draco was wearing a full on black suit complete with cuff links and a tie. “You are not wearing that” you said as you walked up, “you look Like a spoiled rich brat especially to muggles.” “whats wrong with this!” He snapped “I think I look good personally.” “never said you didn’t, go and change into the black jeans and white tee shirt I bought you when I visited my parents.”. He didn’t answer audibly but slunk out of his seat and made his way to the dormitories to change, as you waited you took a seat at the Y/H/H table next to Y/B/F. After fifteen or so minutes Draco walked back in wearing the clothes you’d bought him and he looked damn good if you say so yourself. It showed off his personality quite well with the slight bad boy aesthetic going on, you gave yourself a silent pat on the back for your choices. You giddily strode over to him and took his hand, overjoyed to finally get to show him the world you’d grown up in. “You look like an utter twat!” You heard Crabbe holler as you left the great hall to the front entrance of the school, you merely put your middle finger up over your shoulder and continued walking out. Professor Dumbledore gave you an approving nod as you walked by, he’d always supported you and Draco and praised you for saving him from becoming his father or worse, which is why he’d helped get you the go ahead to apparate on weekends between 11am and 9 pm from the ministry. You walked with Draco to the front lawn then turned to him “you ready” you gleefully asked him with a grin plastered on your face, “as ready as I'll ever be” you nodded and you apparated to the leaky caldron in London where no one would find two people appearing out of nothing suspicious. As your feet touched the ground everything came into view and you couldn’t help but be proud, last time you apparated you landed on a flight of stairs and promptly fell down them. “Lets get goin’! We can't waste daylight boy!” You practically yelled as you led him out the door and onto the streets of London which he’d only ever been on briefly. “ok so I want to go to forever 21, the London Eye and a grocery store to get snacks I’ve been missing!” “o-ok” Draco replied hesitantly, clearly feeling overwhelmed. You stepped in front of him and placed a soft reassuring kiss on his lips, “You'll be ok, just put your wand in your coat pocket, muggles are staring because you look like a loon with a stick” he let out a slight chuckle and tucked his wand into a pocket. You headed towards the London Eye which Draco was amazed by, asking questions that sounded silly to someone who’d been exposed to this world their whole life such as“how do those stay up there without magic?”, “why aren’t these people scared?” and “how did they build this without levitating?” As you stood in line you answered all his questions trying to not go too in depth and prompt even more. When you arrived at the front you asked for your own cart and luckily the line wasn’t too long and through gridded teeth the plump man running it waved you on. As you went around the ferris wheel you pointed out the sights to Draco and he stared in wonderment like a small child. When you stopped at the top his knees lurched, “why’d we stop?” He asked with a glimmer of fear in his eyes, “so the man can load the other cars, I promise its ok.” He nodded slowly and you jumped up “lets take a picture!” You excitedly exclaimed, you took out your phone and ushered him over, he’d of course seen your cell phone before but it still baffled him, he just had stopped asking questions. You took a selfie, you both smiling into the camera with the London skyline in the back, and then one of you kissing although your Y/C/H hair got in the way and had to be brushed behind your ear more than once. When you arrived back at the bottom Draco was grinning ear to ear, “We have to do that again sometime!” He exclaimed, you let out a small giggle and nodded to continue your day in the city. You stopped at forever 21 where you tried on too many clothes and bought too many as Draco sat with the other boyfriends looking bored out of their minds. Then went to the nearest grocery store to pick up your favorite treats you’d missed so dearly, chips, instant noodles, Y/F/S/ and more. The sky was beginning to darken signaling you needed to head back to the castle. You stuffed everything you’d bought into your bag that you’d charmed to fit everything, you didn’t want other people seeing you had special privileges of course, and took Draco’s hand back to the leaky caldron which was now only populated with a few witches and wizards. You turned to him ready to apparate when he grabbed your hand, “wait, I know Crabbe and Goyle make fun of me and us but I truly had a great time today and they should be jealous. I have the best girl out there, I love you Y/F/N, and no one could ever change that.” You quickly hugged him catching him off guard as he’d been looking at the floor. “i love you too Draco, thank you” you whispered in his ear, he snuggled his head into your neck and then broke away to kiss you. Draco scarcely said I love you even though you’d been together quite some time, after all his whole life he’d been taught to suppress his emotions. After the kiss and all the butterflies in your tummy had stopped flying around you apparated back to Hogwarts. Almost as soon as you arrived back Draco’s owl dropped a letter to him. He looked at it with a puzzled expression on his face, “what is it?” You asked him, “a Howler.. from my father” he responded dully his platinum hair falling in his eyes. “Come with me, I know a place no one will hear it and we can open it together” you proposed taking his hand, “No. I don’t want you hearing what he’s going to say about you and your world. I know my mother loves you and supports us but my father doesn’t feel the same.” you knew he was right and you probably didn’t want to hear what his father was going to say but you had to be there for him and you knew it. “I'll be ok, come on”, You took his hand and lead him to a far corner of the castle that Y/H/H had long time used when they needed a break from people in general. “Go stand around the corner, I want to do this alone”, You nodded and did as he said standing around the corner your back against an icy cold stone wall as you sunk to the floor. You listened intently and heard Draco take a deep breath before the ruffling of paper that indicated he was opening it. “ Draco Lucius Malfoy I cannot believe you entered the muggle world, and with that mudblood girlfriend of yours” Lucius screamed out of the letter, “You’re lucky I don’t pull you out of school and forbid you from seeing her, if it were up to me I would but your damn mum won’t allow me as she’s taken some kind of twisted liking to this girl. Y/N is corrupting you can’t you see! Muggles are the scum of the Earth and she comes from them, her parents are them. I cannot control your actions but I can disapprove and hate you for them. I will be ceasing all contact with you. I’m sure your dirty mother won’t though. Goodbye my traitor son” you then heard the sound of the letter ripping itself to shreds and rushed in to hug Draco who had a cold stone expression on his face. “I’m sorry Draco, if we need to stop seeing each other or anything we can” you said through tears, “I know how important your family is and if my fami-“ Draco cut you off pulling you in front of him so you were looking in his gray eyes, “Y/N stop.” He said in an unexpectedly calm tone, “You're my family now. I never liked my fathers plan for me anyways, I still have my mother too. I love you and don’t ever think my judge-mental father could change that.” He slowly reached in his pocket and retrieved a small gold band with 3 perfectly cut diamonds protruding from it. “i snuck out while you were shopping and bought this, its not much but its a promise ring, to truly show you how much you mean to me, I was going to wait fo-“ now it was your turn to cut him off, you kissed him hard and fast through tears that were now falling for a different reason. “I love you Draco Lucius Malfoy” you said when you broke away, “don’t you ever forget that”. He slowly picked up your left hand and placed the delicate ring on your finger, “I promise” he whispered.

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sakuurae · 8 years ago

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gaming antics [m]

summary: taeyong has been too distracted by his games lately so you decide to snap him out of it.

❀ pairing: gamer!taeyong & reader insert

❀ includes: smut (fingering, penetration, facial, oral)

❀ wc: 6k

❀ note: Im back! :’) With a new fic about my babe, Taeyong. Haha. I hope you guys like it!

Taeyong had always been an avid gamer.

He would spend hours on end smashing his thumbs all over the game controller while spitting curses to his frustrated friends through a small headset. Those hours sometimes ran into an entire day, and maybe he skipped out on catching a few winks of sleep—to put it short, he was in love with gaming. Since your friendship began with Taeyong you had known how much of a hardcore gamer he was—gaming was how the two of you bonded, so his love for the hobby never really bothered you to begin with.

Not until you started to date him a couple of months ago. He attempted to change his habits and shape himself into a decent boyfriend who could go on multiple dates with you whether they are small breakfast meetups or quick coffee runs. Those lasted for a good while, but he reverted to his original self soon afterwards, almost like the lively dates with you are not as fun as the silly shooter games he spends his life on. He reverted back to the game invested Taeyong—the one that spends more time staring at a flashing screen, furiously pressing on the loose buttons of his controler, than looking at his girlfriend.

You always attempted to talk to him while he took those short breaks. Usually he spent a good five to ten minutes getting water or catching a breath of fresh air outside, but he typically shrugged you off. This time you were going to take a different approach—a very distracting approach.

Two days ago you were lounging on the soft maroon couch in the living room of Taeyong’s stuffy apartment, mindlessly watching television as a simple pastime. It was like watching shows that were a bore would speed up the time in your boyfriend’s current game match. He was cooping himself inside his bedroom, door open since the start of the morning—he wasn’t even holding you when you woke up—and that was the final straw.

You left the apartment after munching on a small breakfast, freshened up and trailed out of his door for the sole purpose of finding something to distract Taeyong from his appalling screen. It was supposed to be a distraction—just enough—like his favorite snacks or two plain movie tickets. Though, you found something that caught your tired eyes way more—and something that would capture his own just as much.

As you walked down the sidewalk with the summer heat beating down on your exposed skin you realized you wanted to bide time. You were well aware that if you returned to Taeyong’s apartment he would still be active on his bed playing video games until the sun will set, so you sauntered the sidewalk, allowing you eyes to roam to familiar parts of the city. That was when you found something that caught your eye.

It was a dainty clothing store on the corner of the block; you never bothered to step one foot inside because the exterior of pastel pink always drew you away. But on that day, you wanted to do all you could to stall time away from Taeyong’s place—stall time from buying a distraction. So you entered.

The scent of perfume and artificial strawberries lingered in the air—far too strong for your liking and it caused your nose to scrunch. Its sweet particles stuck to the thin apparel whether it were to be chiffon or cotton. There was an array of multicolored dresses and folded pastel tees, each looking far too expensive for your simple taste, so you decided to venture deeper into the store. The colors started to vividly pop out more—become more vibrant—the saccharine scent increasing by the step. You allowed your hand to feel the fabric as you dragged it across the metal racks, hands dancing in the soft material. Though, all your movement ceased once you reached the back of the “innocent” clothing store.

Behind the racks and past the towering shelves laid out a not-so-innocent sight before your eyes. Instead of the appealing dresses that were spread throughout the store, charming customers by their pretty pinks and purples, they had a variety of… lingerie. From the purest of white, darkest of black, and deepest of red—each came in silk, satin, or lace. The store maintained its darling vibe, ribbons and bows also available on the shelves in the back, some even adorned the clothing unnecessarily. You gulped, perusing the revealing articles. Jeez, people might as well wear nothing. Though, the clothing did give you an evocative idea.

You considered purchasing one of them—any one of them—because each would appeal to your boyfriend’s eyes, you knew that all too well. Vivid scenarios of Taeyong ogling at your body made you vibrate in excitement; he would ache to place his hands on you and that was all you wanted. To have him strip you of the lace because it got into the way is an imagination that makes your core ache. Finally, you found the premier distraction from that stupid game console of his. You gave it another thought, wondering if you were making the right choice in impulsively purchasing your first set of lingerie. After a mild debate between white satin and black lace you decided to purchase the latter—the one with the arousing garter. You felt impatient, fingers rapidly tapping the counter in hopes that the cashier would speed up. Then, all of a sudden you felt a surge of excitement.

Excitement from what though? Taeyong’s long-awaited attention towards you, or the fact it would lead into something more?

You watched carefully as the cashier bagged your thin, arousing clothing—not the slightest judgement written on their face. They had probably seen more—and you used that fact to calm your nervous jitters. After the cashier finished bagging the revealing apparel with a bright grin, you paid, took the back, and zoomed out of the store.

You held the handle of the pastel pink paper bag close to you, a helpless yet hopeful smile blossoming on your face.

At the moment, you were laying on Taeyong’s couch again with the television flickering its scenic colors. You were dressed in one of his favorite sweatshirts, blue jeans snug around your waist. Oh, and the lingerie you purchased two days ago uncomfortably beneath the outwear. You had bought the lingerie to show it off, but the thing was Taeyong wasn’t giving any time for you to “show it off.” You became impatient, fingertips quickly tapping on the soft cushions of the sofa to zip through time.

“Babe!” you called out to him, irritated.

But there was no response.

You grumbled, petulant, and waited for a few seconds to see if he would respond with at least a loud hum, but there was nothing.

You groaned, “Taeyong!” You raised yourself from the comfort of the sofa with plans to move to his bed.

“Yeah? Give me a second,” he told you, rapid with his attention still deadlocked on the game.

You rolled your eyes and started to trudge down the hall, entering his bedroom with a stern frown. There were flames in your two orbs—flames that Taeyong couldn’t bother to see because he was so invested in gaining one, two, and many more kills within the match. You leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom, a look of annoyance painted on your expression. Your toes were tapping against the hard wooden floor, arms crossed like your fire was being fueled by heated disappointment.

“Okay, okay,” Taeyong let out. You cocked your eyebrow, surprised that he was actually paying attention to you and—

“Alright,” he spat into the microphone of that stupid headset of his, “yeah, I’m going to the west wall right now. Let’s go snipe the-”

“-Taeyong!” you exclaimed with a childish stomp.

The boom of your voice caught him by surprise, causing his body to jolt and fumble the controller out of his clammy palms. The anger that laced your tone swam in his ears and he didn’t bother to hide his character in a safe place within the rebarbative virtual reality, and looked at you with eyes of hesitance. “Y-yes?” he asks, unsure and innocent.

The bottom line: you were mad.

His room wreaked of musk and hints of sweat; thank gods his windows were cracked more than halfway open. Sunlight seeped into his room, lighting up the few fractions of darkness that would soon envelop the perimeter. The sun was setting, ready to fall asleep for the awakening moon. The scent made your nose scrunch—more than the time at the pretty pink store—and you began to walk to him.

You took notice of his appearance: his hair was damp from his recent shower, a loose white tee draped his muscular physique, and his lips were pursed into a pout as if that was his set expression. The frown on your face made him feel like he had committed all the wrong in the world, bottom lip beginning to quiver for he was not prepared to face your wrath.

The look of innocence in his eyes made your expression soften; it was almost impossible for you to express your anger towards your boyfriend. You sighed, and threaded fingers into your hair, grabbing onto his controller. “How do you pause the game?” you asked him, pressing all sorts of unfamiliar buttons on the controller.

“I- well, you can’t pause a live match,” he told you. His eyes trailed to the walls, muttered words of his friends being repeated in his ears, each inquired where he was and why he is idle. He opened his mouth to respond to them, but you took off his headset with care.

“Taeyong-” you tossed the headset to the side- “can you pay attention to me?”

Taeyong’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat, uneasy from the sight of you being… needy. For some reason it was an unexpected sight to Taeyong, something he cannot comprehend. He knew he had been neglecting you for quite some time, but he always assumed it wasn’t that much of a bother to you because you never acted upon it—not until now.

And that was when he realized what he might be doing something wrong.

“Um- sure,” he mumbled, head hanging low as if he was ashamed.

You smiled, a small hint of victory sketching on your face. “Great.”

The game blew a transparent black square to the screen, indicating that the match was over and his team had lost the match they once owned. “You know,” you began, “we haven’t hanged out in a while.”

You used the pad of your index finger to trail from his jawline down to his chin, tilting his head up to lock eyes with your own. Your two orbs were blown with a certain darkness. Lust, want—nothing else but need. Taeyong’s lips parted; no words left his mouth.

“You haven’t talked to me in a while,” you informed with a pout like his own. You rested your two hands on his shoulders, leaning lower by a few inches, and sailed them down his arms so you could grab onto his hands. With his large, sweaty palms in grasp you moved them to your waist, hoping he would get the idea of what you wanted: to have your imaginations come to life.

He was reluctant at first, fingers dancing at your waist as he ran through his jumbled thoughts, and finally he grasped you. “You haven’t touched me in a long time,” you said, voice withering into a whisper. It sounded like your words blended in with the air and the static of the silent speakers.

Taeyong stammered, “I- sorry.” He pulled you closer to him, regret from his actions dawning over him. “It’s just that the game, you know.”

“Is the game more important than me?” you questioned, pouty. “I’m your girlfriend.”

You sat on his lap, straddling his thighs, and he leaned back whilst slowly propping his arms on his mattress. “No…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry it seemed that way.”

You smiled like a vixen, implying the desires in such a simple expression. “You need to make it up to me.”

“With a date?” he inquired, thoughtful in the wrong way.

Your arms tangled with his neck, pulling yourself closer to his physique. You breath twisted with his own, hints of cold mint swirling with cherry candy. “A date?” you repeated, unsure yourself. “Sure,” you playfully giggled, “afterwards.”

“After what?” he asked.

“After this.”

You pressed your lips over his own, catching him entirely by surprise. His eyes widened as your lips danced to the melody of his pounding heartbeat; it did not take long for him to ease into the kiss, and soon, under your electric touch. You coasted your hand to his cheek, rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin before both of your bodies fell onto the soft mattress with a bounce. The kiss did not break—in fact, it deepened. His hands lingered in the air and hovered over your body while he shut his eyes, finding true pleasure in the heated kiss.

His grip found its home at your hips, a firm hold as he attempted to pull you lower over his crotch. You broke away from the desired osculation to catch a quick breath, eyes locking with his own briefly. You smiled at him lively. “What?” he mumbled, cocking an eyebrow upwards.

You were looking at him past the lush curtain of his lashes. “Nothing,” you assured. You pressed your lips into a thin line, patient for the long-awaited moment. You wanted Taeyong to slide his hands underneath your sweatshirt, palms grazing over the smooth of your waist until they meet the thin lace. You giggled to yourself; the thought of Taeyong’s reaction was sure to be risible.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” he commented while pulling you closer to him. “What are you laughing about?”

“You’ll find out,” you mumbled over the tender skin of his neck.

Taeyong merely laughed in response, continuing with the session. You peppered kisses on him, catching a whiff of his scent that appeared to be a swirl of cherry and hints of spice. He raked a hand through your locks, lightly tugging on them to catch your attention. “What are you planning?” he inquired.

“A surprise.” You grinned.

Taeyong’s grip tightened on your hips and he used the open chance to flip both him and you over. His head was directly above your own now, body parallel from yours. Your hair splayed out perfectly on the sheets, surprise in your eyes from his unexpected action. He kissed you again; this time it was more messy, sloppy—almost as if his patience ran thin.

You moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as his hands start to linger at the waistband. His palms slid up your body and back down—a simple tease before he sneaked them under the sweatshirt. Majority of Taeyong’s attention was focused into the kiss, feeling the enlivening sensation that he had not felt in quite some time; well, until he felt another fine layer of clothing adorning your body. His eyebrows furrowed together out of confusion as he rubbed circles onto the exquisite fabric, mind slowly placing two and two together.

Once the light bulb flickered on in his mind he broke the kiss within a heartbeat, a puzzled expression awaiting you. It took once glance at your face that now tinged with pink, your eyes looking everywhere but his own, for him to realize it. “Did you go shopping recently?” he asked you with joy.

You nodded your head; it took every fiber of your being to bite back a smile.

“Shopping for me?” he added, pinching onto your lace covered skin. “Is this my surprise?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed, hand playing with the nape of his neck.

“Mind if I see?” he queried, already hiking the sweatshirt up on his wrists. He moved slowly and with care, almost as if you were as fragile as glass itself, until you graced him with a small shake of your head.

He grinned, pecking onto your nose before he raised himself from you. Both of his arms grabbed a hold of his sweatshirt that you looked comfortably clad in and he soon lifted it above your head, tossing it to the side as if it had no value whatsoever. His gaze fell back on you and the lingerie you bought, glints of surprise and excitement twinkling in his eyes. “Whoa,” he said with a shaky breath.

Taeyong gulped, face flushed with the deepest shade of cherry as he took in your dashing appearance. The lace you chose appeared so delicate; he felt as if it would tear with his light touch. A few ribbons crossed over your chest, some on the side to keep the revealing apparel together, and Taeyong felt an urge to tug on the bows to reveal your whole body. His gaze casted downwards by the inch, almost as if he was perusing the intricate patterned lace on your physique. Then, the fun came to an abrupt halt when he noticed that your jeans covered the rest of the tantalizing surprise.

His fingers immediately began to toy with the button and zipper of your jeans, gaining a sudden rush to rid yourself of the article that was fueled by desperation. You lifted your hips off the mattress, aiding his process of tugging your jeans off your legs and tossing them to the side. You moved your body to the center of his bed, sheets resting directly underneath your barely naked body like a royal cushion. “Holy shit,” he muttered, absolutely astonished.

You enjoyed the way he was gawking at you; it was a moment that had not occurred in a while, and it felt amazing to have his attention. You fixed the free strands of your hair, moving them into place while he remained uneasy. His pants was suddenly growing tighter; his large member was becoming hard, increasing in its size within the confinements of his jeans. His mouth was agape, eyes blown wide from the shock caused by you.

The thin lace barely rested around your waist, dainty fabric dangling barely to cover your womanhood. A silk onyx ribbon trailed from the lingerie’s corset down over the curvature of your ass, soon connecting with the garter to hold up the stockings.

He began to make his way towards you again, movements desultory as he crawled on his bed to have himself on top of you again. His palm snaked around your waist as he sneaked a peek at the valley of your breasts, mouth watering at the elegant sight. “You look perfect,” he told you, loving the lace that adorned your body.

“I bought it for you,” you whispered, tilting his chin up so you could meet his eyes.

Taeyong grinned and placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. The moment proceeded when you mimicked the same movements he did: you slid your hands underneath the flimsy white tee of his, lifting it over his head to strip him of the pesky article. His toned body was revealed within an instant: the gorgeous shade of his skin, brief outline of incoming abs—it was all flawless, and, to be honest, it made you crave for more.

“It might be ruined in a moment,” he told you, voice low to an agitating whisper. Taeyong hooked a finger under the thin lace, toying with it momentarily as his eyes perused the splendor that was your breasts. He appeared reluctant and as if he was waiting for your cue to continue; whether or not he should rip the lace off your frame or not.

Though, once you and Taeyong lock gazes that filled to the brim of voracity his two palms slid under the only openings of the lingerie, hiking it on his wrists as he came closer to your chest. The ribbons ran taut, stretching from Taeyong’s relentless movement, and soon Taeyong undid the bows, the zip of the ribbon coming undone the only noise that was audible alongside your steady breath.

Taeyong struggled for a few seconds, the rising inclination of excitement kindling his flame of fervor. He needed to taste you—now. And so he kept it loosely wrapped around your body, enough for the soft material to slide off with further movement, and his mouth instantly attached itself onto your erecting nipple. His hands were playing with the underside of your breasts, giving them frequent squeezes and showing them with enough love—the love that appeared to be missed.

His hands appeared to work magic on your body; whether they were feather-light touches on your thigh or cursory kisses of passion. With the pleasure of him as a whole, you coaxed under his touch; and soon, you were the one who wanted to taste him.

Taeyong gave your breasts a tight squeeze, massaging them in a perfect circle as he took a slight breath. Your fingers sailed to the sheets and twisted the thin layers into a whirl, head sinking deeper into the lush pillows on his bed. You inhaled a sharp breath, the moan silenced by the heavy air until he took one of your hard buds into his teeth, grazing it with zeal.

“Ah, T-Taeyong…” you uttered, eyes clamping shut.

You felt him smirk onto your skin, the music that was your lust-infused voice bring him to his own edge. One of his hands devotedly snaked down your torso and slid right under the lingerie with ease. You loosened your grasp and peeled the remnants of the light material off your skin to give more room to Taeyong and his expert actions.

Two of his digits slid up and down your soaking womanhood, your clit in between the diminutive gap. You gasped, mind turning into a daze and vision beginning to blur. Rather than struggling, you allowed yourself to become lost in the sensation that Taeyong was graciously providing you with. It did not take long for him to slide one digit into your core—merely testing the waters—before he continued with three slow pumps. On the fourth his digit pulled out to the tip and, with much skill, he prodded a second finger.

Your hand flew to your mouth to shield a cry; the enticing sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth and fingers working wonders on your body was overwhelming in every sense. His digits drove in and out of you with desire and excitement, sometimes curling in the most mesmeric way possible. He lifted himself off of you, eyes giving the signal of captivation by the image of you beneath him. Sweat was starting to accumulate on your forehead, much like his own, and you were a panting mess from the work of his expert digits alone.

You propped yourself on your elbows with the last fragments of your strength, heavy eyelids that felt like they have been locked for eons struggling to open themselves to your boyfriend. His fingers were still onset to bring you the your high heaven, and an impermanent look of his digits driving into you made an eruption of a delightful heat burst within your chest.

You felt yourself coming close to the edge: your mind was a whirlwind and breaths extremely unsteady. There was a tauten feeling in your stomach, almost as if your insides were twisting together the further the moment escalated. “Taeyong,” you breathed, “I-I’m getting close.”

He cocked an eyebrow upwards. “Are you?” he asked friskily. The devilish grin that crossed his face made you doubt the intent behind his words, almost as if there was something malicious twinging within.

You took too long to respond to him—both his impatience and your own rant thin—and he slipped his fingers out of you and popped the digits into his mouth. He made sure to lock eyes with you as his tongue peeped out of his doll-like lips, the wet muscle swirling around his own fingers that were coated with your need. Taeyong found contentment and satisfaction from your divine taste; he can no longer fight the compulsion that was being drawn from between his thighs.

He took off his pants, along with his briefs, quickly and they soon met the floor. His solid member sprung against his lower abdomen, the tip of his cock an angry red and leaking with his own desire. It was enthralling to you: finally seeing your boyfriend in his whole glory after months. You attempted to pull yourself off your position on his bed, eager to take his impressive length into your mouth for a fraction of the savor, but he presses you back down to the bed.

“You seem to want a taste,” he commented lewdly.

You nodded your head, desperation present in your veins. “I do…” you admitted. There was something explicitly raunchy behind your two simple words, for they confirmed Taeyong’s assumptions and caused a thousand of hopeful, impure imaginations to rise in his mind.

“You can wait, right?” he asked, feigning uncertainty. An idea crossed his thought clouds; he wanted to see how far he can push it. And your desperation aided it more than you ever would have thought.

You shook your head like an angered child. “No, I… I want a taste now.”

Taeyong chuckled, a rhapsody to your ears, as he wrapped his hand around his hard dick slowly. He started from the base and dragged up his grip with gentle care, and then allowed his thumb to circle over his leaking slit to spread the stickiness around his head. He jerked off his aching member slowly, preparing himself for the main course. You watched with the opposite of delight, pouty and hopeless; that was, until you felt the tip of his dick run up your soaked core and back down—a succulent tease.

You swallowed your breath, eyes downcasted to his cock as you awaited for the impact. Slowly but surely, Taeyong slid himself inside of you. “You’ll still get a taste,” he muttered, almost incomprehensible.

You were about to question his comment; that was until he filled you with his cock, delectation rising soon afterwards. You spat a curse or two from the sensation, the pleasure carrying up your body in light tingles. Taeyong kept himself propped up above you with his elbows on either side of your body, his head hanging low from the pleasure, also, being too much for him to handle. He had held himself back for so long within the duration of your arrival—and it was even harder with the lasting image of you dressed in extravagant lace invading his mind. To be inside of you once more was a feeling he had not felt for a while—just as much as you—and it felt like a seventh heaven to be reunited with one of the wonders in the world.

He began to thrust in and out of you with a steady pace, fear of moving with recklessness and haste, but with enough energy to keep your senses keen. Your mind already felt as if it has hit the highest state of a euphoric excitement, but Taeyong appeared to push you further. It was an absolute frenzy to have him drive his wanted cock in and out of you; each of your flames were being kindled with elation, raptures of delight soon to occur.

His sweat started to drip from his temples, the pearls falling onto your own exposed, perspiration-coated skin. A look of raw jubilancy was sketched all over his face, much like your own, and you then allowed yourself to dive into the needed feeling. You shut your eyes and allowed Taeyong to work his charm.

His member, without effort, slid into you all the way and filled you to the brim, and slipped out of your womanhood to the raging tip of his cock. The feeling of elation extended, but it wasn’t enough for you to release—yet. The slow process continued for a good few minutes, then there was a brief pause. The head of his dick remained rested at your entrance for quite some time, almost as if he faced a mild war in his mind—nonetheless, he rammed back into you. This time, with an angry force.

The impact of his cock ramming inside of your pussy sent you a few more inches higher on the bed; a loud, luscious moan ripped from your throat as well. Taeyong smiled as if he had won the grand prize, and repeated the same awaited action. Thus, he earned the same response; alongside, your cries for your boyfriend only raised its volume. Every second with Taeyong moving inside of you was absolutely thrilling, and he added onto the perfect delectation by pressing his lips to your neck. He sucked marks of love onto your skin, almost like each one was a silent apology about his behavior. It did not take long for your skin to become a masterpiece of crimson and violet hues—created by yours truly, Taeyong.

“T-Taeyong,” you uttered, barely. “I really- agh- am g-getting… ah!”

Taeyong only smirked at your inability to form sentences, your mind far too jumbled in its own bliss to think coherently. He thrusted himself into you harder, faster, reaching his own release with yours. “Do you need to come?” he asked you.

You nodded your head frantically, desperately without words, and the reacted with one last austere thrust. His tip was at your soaked hole and he took a deep breath before his hips harshly rolled back into you. You cried, delighted, and it sounded as if you attempted to scream out his name—but you just could not.

That was the final piece of the puzzle to complete the moment; you hit the fervent cloud nine, mind transported into the wild fantasy that reached your body as well. Your hands clawed at the sheets and flew around Taeyong’s body. His body gained light scratches and your arms looped around his neck as you held onto him for dear life.

As your mind remained in its heaven you felt yourself spill each fraction of your need all over your pussy. Taeyong slowed down his thrusts and moved with fragility to aid you until your mind came back to earth, and that your body returned to reality. The extended moan that emitted from your mouth swam in his ears; and he absolutely loved it.

It took a few more smooth, secure rolls of his hips for you to return. Your chest was heaving for air, baby hairs sticking to your sweat coated forehead—you looked completely fucked out, and he loved it enough to tuck the picture in the depths of his memory.

Taeyong fluidly pulled out of you, solid member rested in between the gap of his thumb and forefinger as he steadied his new position. He shifted himself above you, legs inching on the bed closer to your head and you felt the crimson tip of his length hit the bottom of your chin. You raised yourself, head tilting upwards and mouth falling wide open once you catch onto your boyfriend’s provocative actions. You fluttered your serene eyelids open, vision hazy as you attempted to focus.

The last image you caught of Taeyong, prior to him spilling his load inside of your mouth, is a devil-like smirk that played with his lips. He jerked his wrist quickly a few times, grip tightening around his aching length with every pump up and compact slide downwards. “Agh,” he groaned, eyebrows furrowing themselves together. “Open up,” he demanded. “Y-you said you wanted a taste, right?”

Sweat proceeded to drip down his temples; his skin became damp from the entire session. He steadied his leaking cock by your mouth, eyes barely able to keep themselves open as he attempted to watch you swallow him and his load.

“Ah,” you voiced, impatient.

Taeyong hushed you by sliding the head of his hard dick over your petal-like lips, the tip resting at the edge of your parting. Completely aware of what you wanted, he stopped pumping himself to let you take over. He barely had a hold of his own cock that twinged; within moments, he emptied his cum inside of your mouth.

It came in spurts, the splashing ivory and milky texture; it coated your mouth and gained a thick layer over your tongue that then bathed in the salty wetness. Everything became messy: some landed on your chin and dripped down to your neck, a few drops even fell down your cheeks. He moved away for a split second; though, a split second was all you needed to swallow what he emptied inside of your cavern before you reached your head over to his cock once more. You took the tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive head and tongue flicking over the salty slit. Your taste buds were met with a burst of saltine as you milked him dry and relished in the exquisite taste that came from his need.

“F-fuck,” he uttered, his head throwing back. His eyes clamped shut from the light contact of your lips around his sensitive member, a groan lodging in his chest.

Taeyong’s hands flew to your hair once more to give it a few gentle tugs. “B-baby, I- stop, I’m too sensitive-”

With one last dip to the base, your nose hitting his lower abdomen, Taeyong bent over and released a miniature cry—one that was a clear signal that this moment alone was far too much for him to handle.

You released him with a pop, a bright grin gracing your face as you licked the outline of your lips slowly; your half-open eyes locked with his that are completely clouded, both minds in a grey daze of raw lust. Taeyong gulped, unsure of what to say. The way you looked beneath him was an image he would love to etch in the quilt of his memory—and so he did. Your tongue peeked out from your mouth to lick the remnants of his wetness, and it was quickly followed up with two of your fingers swiping over the dribbles that remained on your face. You eyed the pearl-like stickiness for a heartbeat right before you slid your two digits in your mouth, delighted by the sensation.

“S-shit,” he cursed. “You look so hot doing that, baby.”

Taeyong lowered himself next to you, being completely drained. He planted a kiss on your forehead, fragments of fatigue already creeping back to his body. You turned your body to face him, love replacing the lust that was once limpid in your own two orbs. You grabbed onto his hand and gained a firm grasp that he tried to return back. You kissed his nose softly. “What about that date you wanted to go on afterwards?” you asked him, sweat-coated limbs already tangling with his own.

“We can do it later—when I wake up from a nap, probably,” he informed you. “I want to be there when you’re picking out lingerie.”

“Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow up, voice raising into a childlike excitement. “You liked what you saw?”

Taeyong smirked. “I always like what I see.”

“More than your game?” you questioned, forehead touching his own.

He paused, humming in thought. “I’d miss out on a lot if I fell in love with my video games.”

You rolled your eyes. “You act like you’re not in love with them now. I had to find a distraction.”

“But I love you more,” he pressed, holding your hand tighter, “and if it means for things like… today to happen again, then you should know my choice.”

“So…” you trailed off, another idea surfacing in your mind. “How does tomorrow sound?”

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krissewrites · 8 years ago

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Flower Shop!Taehyung - BTS Imagine

requested. taehyung is such a cutie my heart can’t take it. this is long tbh.

lets talk about this amazing concept

started working at his mothers flower shop when he was a little boy

and he fell in love with it

he worked under her during high school

and even made weekly visits while he was in college

but when she suddenly fell ill, he promised to take care of the shop in her absence

hes very hardworking

does everything from a spur of the moment bouquet to a full on wedding arrangement

usually by himself

working for hours on ends strains his eyes so now he has to wear his glasses

roses are often the most requested

and no matter how many times he handles them he still gets pricked by the thorns

so he has small cuts all over his fingers

his favorite flowers to work with are peruvian lillies

has multiple aprons but he wears his favorite almost all the time

only changes apron selection on wash day

it’s a blue one with rilakkuma

when he’s not in the shop he’s busy studying accounting

always ends up falling asleep on his homework

and ends up having to turn in drooled on thesis’

but back to the topic

you and your fiance were looking for someone to do the floral part of your wedding

you wanted lillies

he wanted hydrangeas

it was actually something you two fought over quite often

but you eventually gave in and agreed to hydrangeas, reluctantly

your fiance was a busy, working man so he suggested you find the florist

which didn’t bother you that much

after weeks of searching florist after florist, you stumble across a small shop tucked away in seoul by accident

inside is taehyung, leaning against the counter and writing on a small notepad with his head rested against his palm

you couldn’t pass up the chance of this being the perfect florist

so you decide to scrap your original plans for the day and go in

a little bell goes off as you open the door

and taehyung looks up at you

honestly thought you were lost bc you didn’t look korean

speaks to you in a timid voice

“jongin’s shop is down the corner, miss--”

but you ignore him and start glancing over the wide selection of flowers in small pots across the wall

and hes like “is she deaf?”

so he waltzes around the corner and stops beside you

and just as hes about to tell you there’s a better shop down the way, he notices the flower you’ve been eyeing

it was the peruvian lillies

you realize he’s staring and ask introduce yourself

“i’m sorry, it’s rude to just walk in. i’m y/n.”

he’s kind of shy so he just mumbles his name back

but quickly proceeds to ask what you need

“is there a reason you’re here?”

“i need a florist for my wedding”

at first he thought you were cute

but now all that was off the table

and he was strictly business

the two of you end up discussing the arrangements you want made

“i saw you looking at the peruvians. were those the ones you wanted?”

“ah... no... hydrangeas, please.”

he can hear a hint of reluctance in your voice

so he tries to coax the reason why out of you

“the peruvian lillies are my favorite. they’d be good for a wedding!”

has a cheeky smile

but his charms weren’t working on you

you still looked a little solemn as you searched in your purse for your checkbook

so he finishes writing the order up without anything else being said

you were in the middle of writing the check when he suddenly pipes up

“what’s your number?”

and you’re like... are you serious

“i--i don’t know if you understood, but i have a fiance--”

“i need someone to call if something goes wrong in the process, don’t i?”

and you’re like i cannot believe myself

you’re standing across from him, a counter in between you two, laughing to yourself

“i’m sorry, i’m just--”

“stressed?”

“yeah.”

taehyung holds up and finger and walks into a small backroom behind him

comes out moments later with a small, plain white box.

he lifts the lid off to reveal dainty, yellow and white flowers cut off the stem.

“these are chamomiles. you can brew them into a tea. it’ll help you.”

a small grin runs across his face as you look at him, the flowers, and back up

“ah, i don’t know if i can pay for--”

“think of it as a wedding gift.”

your fiance was the root of your stress, which led to you not having smiled in a few weeks

but god did this lonely flower boy give you the smile you needed

you thankfully accept the small box and leave the flower shop smiling like an idiot

throughout the process of preparing the flowers and preparing for the wedding, you’d often drop by the shop to see how he was doing

and he’d always be very respectful, and nice, and formal

and you really, for whatever reason, wanted him to drop the formalities such as “miss”

so you make it your goal to become his friend

and with a little elbow grease and visiting often, he finally opens up to you

“yah, y/n, i think these would look great with the color scheme--”

“wait... did you call me y/n?”

“yeah, now back to the flowers!”

you’d finally gotten closer to him

and he would talk about himself sometimes

but mostly wanted to talk about you

especially why you had made it a habit of coming to the shop every day

often times you’d have these conversations after you brought him lunch from a local deli

and made a small picnic out of the counter

“does your husband work?”

“we’re not married yet. and yes.”

“does he take good care of you?”

“i guess so.”

“guess?”

“what do you want me to say, tae?”

he didn’t like seeing you so frustrated and in an unhappy relationship

but he didn’t have the heart to tell you how unhappy it sounded

every day he would fall a little more in love with you

and every day the wedding got closer

so he kept his feelings to himself

and finally the dreaded day had come

taehyung had spent hours before in the venue placing the bouquets on every table, changing their position until they became perfect

because he’d be damned if he didn’t make this the happiest day of your life

he even sat in the back of the small church, smiling as he watched you walk down the isle

you looked beautiful

you stood before your fiance with a huge grin, surrounded by hydrangeas

in fact, every single thing about the wedding was what he wanted

there wasn’t a trace of you in the building, aside from your looks and attire

but it wasn’t enough for him

“do you, y/n, take kim hansol to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“i do.”

“do you, kim hansol, take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

the entire room fell silent as he hesitated before you

you furrowed your brows, staring at him

taehyung grew anxious as he watched the entire scene play out before him

your fiance turned to you, shaking his head as he apologize

and then left the altar, loosening his tie

and there you were, abandoned

you break down into tears, running down the aisle and disappearing

while the priest is doing damage control, taehyung ends up taking matters into his own hands

he always kept extra flowers of various types in his shop van he had parked outside

so he promptly gathered a handful

you had burrowed into the reception area, a giant ballroom

your head buried in your arms as you wept

and then you heard footsteps

you look up, expecting your fiance

“what were you doing? how could you--”

but there stood taehyung

in a scraggly jersey knit tee shirt and ripped blue jeans

and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose

holding a handful of peruvian lillies

and your heart which had been broken seemingly repaired itself

you immediately rush to pull taehyung into a hug

and he doesn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around you

every muscle in his body ached to tell you that he loved you

but all he could muster was a cheap joke

“is he allergic to any flowers? i’ll send him some--”

is overcome with joy when he feels you laugh into his chest

about a week has passed and you have moved out of hansol’s house

and end up at the doorstep of taehyung’s small flower shop

he was the only friend you trusted, and none of you family lived in the country.

so he was your only option

you walk into the shop and see him with an older woman, sorting the display pots

he hears the bell go off and turns to you

and the biggest fucking grin runs across his face

and he greets you with a hug

the two of you spend about a minute hugging before the older woman clears her throat

and taehyung quickly pulls away and straightens his apron

“y/n, this is my mom. the owner of the shop.”

“my boy talks about you a lot. i’m starting to think he loves you more than me.”

insert taehyung losing his mind, signaling his mother to shut up behind you

and when you turn around beaming, he stands still, waving his hand with a cute smile and a nervous laugh.

“is that right?”

his mother eventually recedes to the backroom to take inventory

leaving you with a rosy-cheeked taehyung and a looming aura of embarrassment

he tries to busy himself with the flowers again to avoid eye contact

“she’s still sick, she doesn’t know what she’s saying”

“that’s too bad, i was hoping we could be roommates.”

“eh?”

of course he’s going to say yes to you

if it were his choice, he would’ve made use of the wedding decorations that day and married you then and there

but he had to play cool

by now you’d been roommates for only a few days, and you got insight onto what his life was like behind closed doors

and in the middle of one of his late night study sessions he decided enough was enough

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“you know you mean a lot to me right?”

he cant make himself look you in the eyes

so instead he takes off his glasses and rubs them as he continues

“what is it, tae?”

he chuckled to himself and rubbed the back of his neck

“i love you.”

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winedwords · 8 years ago

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Finn| Heathens 2/2 |Bálor

Title; Heathens 2/2

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader, Demon!Finn Bálor/Reader

Words; 6,630

Summary; All that’s happened, it is enabling him to take exactly what he wants until he gets what he desires, we’ll be at his whim…

Warnings; NSFW, mentions of deals with devils, oral sex, DemonKing!Bálor has a dirty mouth, voyeurism kink and bloodplay if you squint hard, latex free, hair pulling, biting, violence, some post-assault trauma and aftermath

A/N: repost from the old blog

“You gave us quite the fright, (Y/N)-chan.”

I gave a little scream of surprise and the bags of groceries I was carrying went crashing to the floor. I was jumpier than usual following that fateful RAW, startling at sudden movements and noises. I’d known that someone would come for me eventually, but I didn’t know when or who.

Shinsuke Nakamura was perched on my kitchen counter, a cup of tea in hand, looking entirely too pleased at my reaction.

“Are you trying to kill me Shinsuke?! How did you even get in my apartment?”

It was a dumb question. The Bestiary had made clear that kitsune were masters of illusion and prone to various acts of mischief. A little breaking and entering was likely child’s play for him.

He just shook his head, his lips curled into a teasing smile, and the six tails twitching in amusement. He’d looked like he had made himself comfortable, a half eaten sandwich off to his side, slippers on, and a steaming mug gripped loosely in his left hand.

“Just checking on you, (Y/N)-chan. You’ve been avoiding us.” His face didn’t change as he took a calculated sip of his tea.

I ducked my head, face flushed at his knowing gaze, making myself busy by picking up the fallen groceries. Thankfully there was nothing terribly fragile in the bags, though my apples and pride were going to be a little bruised. I knew what it looked like, that I was avoiding him. I hadn’t responded to the multitide of phone calls, voicemails, and texts that I’d received from Bayley, Shinsuke, Ember, and Stephanie. There were even some phone calls from an unknown number that had never left a voicemail.

“It wasn’t intentional. I just… needed some time to think and be by myself," I lied. I didn’t know who I was trying to convince more with my words, Shinsuke or myself.

It had been two weeks since the events backstage at RAW. Two weeks since I’d last seen any of the others.

I couldn’t tell you what happened after I was struck unconscious thirteen days ago.

I had woken up in an ambulance, strapped to a gurney and a thin blanket covering me. My torn shirt had been replaced by a plain black tee and my work pants secured back around my waist, like I hadn’t just been accosted by a millennia old demon. Bayley and Stephanie were both inside the bus with me, the brownie with tears in her eyes and the younger McMahon’s face was pale and tightened with something unidentifiable.

My ears were ringing and my vision was fuzzy at the edges and speckled with black dots. My skull felt like I had been stomped on and there was still a heavy, unfulfilled ache in my core. The brownie to my left was speaking frantically but I couldn’t make out words. Stephanie was quick to snap at the driver of the ambulance and the EMT attending to me. I spent the ambulance ride in and out of consciousness, something warm and sticky trickling down the side of my face.

My next clear memory was being wheeled into the hospital, with Stephanie at my side barking orders at medical personnel and bystanders alike. I was able to tilt my head up, and god did that hurt, to see Bayley speaking into her cellphone, her face animated and her hand motions wild. I was too far away and my ears were ringing too much to make out what she was saying. I could have sworn I heard her say Bálor…

The next couple of hours were filled with test after test. There were various diagnostic machines, poking and prodding by medical staff, and painfully bright lights invading my space. It was when the attending nurse advised that I was going to have to spend the night in the hospital, that I lost all composure and became hysterical, fat tears rolling down my face as I shook from the gut wrenching sobs. The brownie and the witch who’d ridden with me to the hospital swooped into the room, shooing out the nurse to try to calm me down themselves.

Bayley had wrapped herself around me on the hospital bed while I hiccuped and wept. Her arms were wrapped tight around me, her head resting on my shoulder. Her touch was enough to calm me down after a couple of moments of sustained contact. The loss of control had rattled me to my core and the fact that I had been face to face with what was likely an actual Demon King.

"You can’t tell anyone about what happened. Hunter is on containment and damage control right now.”

The cold, matter of fact words sent me spiraling back into sobs as Bayley snapped at Stephanie.

“What the hell Steph! She was just face to face with Bálor and that’s the first thing you have to say?”

The older brunette woman at least had the decency to look chastised, but she continued on. “You know I’m right, Bayley. It’ll get handled internally. Bálor will be punished for his actions, but need I remind you, (Y/N), of the nondisclosure agreement that your signed upon taking your position at WWE. You cannot tell anyone.”

I could hear Bayley grinding her teeth next to me, her arms tightening around me, but she kept silent. Stephanie was right. Finn had tried to warn me to run after all…

“You know, I had a feeling that they’d take a liking to you.”

I snapped out of the uncomfortable memories of the hospital at the champion’s words. I set down the groceries with a thud and whirled to face Shinsuke directly.

“I’m going to need you to give me a little bit more on that Nakamura before I take this carton of milk and hit you with it."

The kitsune in my kitchen was practically sphinx like, his self-satisfied expression completed by a Mona Lisa smile. "I know Finn and I know Bálor. You’re exactly the kind of tree they’d bark up. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier.”

My face paled and I began to tremble. “Shinsuke, what are you saying?”

He nodded, expression not changing. “He went about wooing you the wrong way, but when you’re as old as Bálor, you forget the little things…”

He paused for a sip of his tea, letting the words sink in, before continuing, “It’s easy to forget you’re not exactly one of us. You see us as we are and as we’re supposed to be. Bálor certainly sees you as one of us. We’re not human, (Y/N)-chan, even if you make some of us feel like we are. You treat us like we’re not fairy tales, like most of us haven’t done horrible things. That feeling is addictive to us.”

He took my silence as the cue to continue explaining it was intended to be, even if my knuckles were white from gripping the counter.

“Bálor is old. Very, very old. With beings of that age, they have a tendency to just take because they’ve gotten used to not asking, to doing things their own way, and not ever apologizing. Things like him are predators through and through. If he truly meant to hurt you or scare you, you would know it. That, I believe, was him wooing you. You, whether you realize it or not, have power now in this situation.”

I took a shaky breath, opening my mouth to speak, but Shinsuke cut me off.

“I’m not excusing what happened, just giving you the perspective of one of us. If you’d have me, I would handle him for you.”

Shinsuke was serene and diplomatic in his offer, every minute tic and reaction controlled as to not give his real emotions away. I, on the other hand, was lost in my thoughts and it showed on my face.

I had power in this situation?

Where was the power? Was it when Bálor pinned me to a wall? Was it when he manhandled me? Used my own body against me? How do you have power when you’re completely helpless?

I had been haunted every waking moment since the incident. I could see Finn and his soft, soulful eyes on the back of my eyelids whenever I blinked, warning me to run. When I slept, I was tormented and teased by Bálor, always waking up with a gasp, the taste of copper on my tongue and an ache in my core. Where was this power?

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow. I fail to see where the power is for me in this, Shinsuke. I was powerless to do anything.”

The NXT champion blinked at me.

“Forgive me, I forget that you’re still new to our ways. They want you, (Y/N)-chan. Both Finn and Bálor. Finn, I understand, but Bálor… You don’t want anything when you’re as old as Bálor. I’ve certainly never seen him want a person the way he seems to want you and I have known him for centuries. Sex and desire are tools of power, (Y/N). Bayley had been giving me updates when she noticed Finn and Bálor’s agitation around you and this runs deep for them. You can use that if you so choose. But are you willing to do that?”

I took a shaky breath. What Shinsuke was stating was heady and heavy, my brain going fuzzy at the words. I didn’t know Finn well, never mind Bálor, just what I had heard second and third hand from mutual acquaintances before I was sent to RAW. I’d be a fool to not admit that Finn was handsome and seemed kind, while Bálor had an allure that seemed to draw me in, even after everything.

Which left me asking the kitsune on my counter the only question that really mattered.

“But what’s using that power going to cost me?”

My sight didn’t need to shift to see Shinsuke’s features sharpen and he gave a high pitch yipping laugh reminiscent of the animal he represented.

I returned to RAW a week after that day, Shinsuke’s eerie laughter and advice still playing itself on a loop in my brain. Something just didn’t feel right as I was pulling into the parking lot. There was a heavy stone in my stomach, a feeling of foreboding. Something would happen tonight, I could feel it in my bones, but I was entirely unsure of what.

I had barely parked my car and opened the door when a large, male body practically launched itself through the driver’s side door and had taken me into a firm embrace.

“Where did you go, (Y/N)! What happened?”

Seth Rollins was wound around me like an overgrown koala bear, arms wrapped tightly around me, face pressing into my neck. My face turned red at the intimacy of the position we were in and I hesitantly wrapped my arm around him, giving the incubus a couple hesitant pats on the back.

“Well, if you’d let me out of the car, I could explain?”

Seth gave one of his signature cackles and tightened his grip.

“I like right where I am.”

My face felt hot and I knew I resembled a tomato.

“Then you can explain to Stephanie and Hunter what held me up, since it only takes fifteen minutes to get here from the airport.”

Seth huffed and grumbled, making a big show of disentangling himself from around me and helping me out of the rental car. He even waved me off as I was attempting to secure my bags.

“I’ll carry, you talk about why you were gone for three weeks. We missed you and Bayley and Steph wouldn’t say anything other than personal emergency.”

I shifted uncomfortably, remaining silent. I had arrived around the same time as a lot of the road crew and the talent, which meant too many people were milling about with enhanced senses for my personal comfort. Seth, for all his flirtation and bravado, was a perceptive person, catching the change in body language.

“Y'know, maybe we should go get settled in and you can tell me all about what happened and what you did on your leave of absence in my dressing room. ” His tone and his words had left no room for an argument and he escorted me into the arena with my bags in hand.

The silence as we walked was comfortable, but my mind was whirring. Stephanie had warned me to not speak with anyone about what happened. That it was only Bayley, Hunter, and Stephanie who knew what happened in that room. But this was Seth. Seth who had sent me flowers and a ridiculously large teddy bear on the first day of my absence. Seth who had called, left voicemails, and texted me every day, even when I had not responded. Seth, who prior to the incident, was always quick with affection, offers to ride together, and just generally making me feel accepted.

I could trust Seth.

We didn’t get a chance to talk before the show. As soon as we had entered the arena together, two separate gophers had handed us schedules and pulled us in different directions. Seth would be following the opening of the show and needed to do some pre-taping, whereas I had three separate production meetings to attend. We’d promised to meet up later and we went our separate ways.

The meetings passed by with me barely being able to pay attention. The hair on the back of my neck was standing, signaling that someone or something was watching me. I didn’t feel threatened, just on edge. Thankfully no one had mentioned my distraction.

The card was set, Seth would be in the second match of the show, tagging with Roman versus the Club. Finn was set to face Chris Jericho, a particularly ornery werecat, at the top of the show.

Me: Let me know when you have a second. I’m pretty much free the rest of the night. I’m heading to catering right now.

Bzz. Bzz.

Seth: Give me ten minutes after my match to shower. Meet you in catering? :)

I smiled. Seth was an avid texter, never very far from his phone.

Me: Yeah, see you when you’re done. Good luck!

Bzz. Bzz.

Seth: Luck is for losers

Seth: Shit don’t tell anyone I just took a line from Punk

“(Y/N)!”

I hadn’t had time to look up when I had a very excitable brownie launching herself at me. Bayley was hugging me so hard that my back cracked, her words flowing out of her mouth filled with nervous energy.

“I missed you so much! You didn’t call me back! I was worried!”

I returned Bayley’s hug, whispering, “I missed you too. I just needed some time to sort my head out. Wanna go with me to catering?”

Bayley relaxed her hold, pulling back, with her face soft and understanding. She was quick to nod and pull me down the hallway, arm in arm, chattering away about the night’s show. She was still very nervous and constantly fidgeting with her shirt. She clearly wanted to ask me, but was holding back to be polite.

“Just ask me.”

My friend gave a surprised but gleeful squeak, before pulling me into a broom closet. She was quick to lock the door and place a silencing charm to impede any of the others from listening in. Her face was anxious and she was wringing her hands.

“I should have warned you about Bálor. He’d mentioned having an interest in you, but I didn’t know he’d take it this far. Will you forgive me?”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the flow of words just did not stop.

“Finn’s been beating himself up over this. I even think Bálor feels guilty and he doesn’t feel guilty about anything. I mean that, he doesn’t feel bad about anything ever. Bálor has been in a foul mood since you’ve been gone, he even tried to have a go at Hunter before Stephanie shut him down. He even asked for your phone number!”

She would have continued rambling if I hadn’t placed my hand over her mouth, cutting off her words.

“You gave him my number?”

Bayley nodded an affirmative, my hand still clamped over her mouth. I filed that little tidbit of information away to examine at a later date.

“Bayley, you’ve been one of my best friends since I came to RAW. There is nothing for me to forgive you for. You did nothing wrong to me. You had no idea how Bálor would react. I don’t think I’m even mad at him. Shinsuke really helped me put things into perspective.”

Bayley’s face went from joyful, to her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline at the mention of Shinsuke.

“Shinsuke knows?”

I grimaced, “Yeah, and I don’t know how.”

The brownie shook her head. “It’s probably best if you don’t ask too many questions about how he knows half of what he does. What did he say?”

My face did its best imitation of a tomato and before I could reply, I was saved by the insistent buzzing of my phone.

Seth was calling.

“I’m sorry, I told Seth that I would meet him in catering and he’s calling right now. We can talk more after the show?”

Bayley was uncertain and her face a little crestfallen, but eventually nodded and released the charms on the door.

“We can have a ladies night after the show, we’ll curl up with some bacon chicken ranch pizza and watch ridiculous amounts of Netflix.”

I had already turned to open the closet door and leave otherwise I would have seen the extreme worry on her face. I would have seen her turn towards a too dark corner of that janitor’s closet. I would have seen the leather jacket and the fanged mouth curled into a smirk. If I hadn’t left so quickly, I would have seen Bayley trying to talk Bálor out of whatever he had planned.

By the time I had met up with Seth, he’d already piled two plates high with food. He beamed as he passed me one plate and pulled me towards his dressing room before I could get a word in.

“So tell me everything.”

I had barely sat down on one of the chairs before the handsome incubus across from me was cutting straight to the chase. I gulped, measuring my answer carefully. Seth and Finn, or Bálor?, clearly had a checkered past, if Seth’s previous reactions to him being brought up in conversation were any indication. My stomach flipped uneasily, all appetite lost, and I pushed the food on the plate in my lap around with little interest.

“I, um. Met Bálor and, er, um. He was a little too friendly and long story short, I got checked out in the ER.”

I knew how bad that sounded as soon as the words fumbled their way out of my mouth. I made a concerted effort to avoid eye contact with the incubus, picking at the chicken breast on the plate with my fork. I could feel the air heating and I didn’t need to look up to know that the brunette across from me was livid.

“He did what now?” Seth bit out, his teeth having elongated to points and were bared menacingly. He had thrown his plate of food across the dressing room and began pacing. “You’re going to tell me everything down to every little detail about what happened and then I’m going to rip his arms off and beat him with them.”

I looked up and froze. I knew from the descriptions in the Bestiary that incubi were devastatingly attractive but this was not what I was expecting. Seth’s normally warm brown eyes had gone black as coal, fangs pronounced along his upper lip, and large, leathery black wings that I had never seen before were trembling with the force of his rage. Dread filled my stomach and my body went cold. I could see the change without having switched my sight.

I must have stayed too silent for too long because he gave a snarl.

“I’ll just go ask him myself, as I’m ripping him to shreds.”

There was no time for a mortal like me to respond, because the incubus had shot out of the door and had disappeared down the hall by the time I had stood from my seated position. My dread turned to panic. I had no doubts that Seth would confront Finn, and I had no idea how Bálor would respond to being threatened. I fumbled with my phone before dialing the only person I knew could help.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

My palms were sweaty and my hands were shaking. What was taking so long?

Ring. Ring.

“Hello?”

Oh thank god.

“Bayley, it’s me. Seth knows. Is Finn still in the arena?”

Turns out that Finn had gone back to his hotel following his match. Bayley could not leave the arena due to match with Nia, though she had promised to meet me at Finn’s hotel as soon as possible. I had packed my bags into my rental in record time and I broke several traffic laws on my way to the Marriott I was told the Irishman would be at.

I don’t recall dashing through the doors.

I don’t recall mashing the buttons in the elevator, mentally urging the elevator to move faster. It wasn’t until I stepped out onto the fifth floor, to head to Finn’s room, that I felt it. An overwhelming sensation of wrongness, the kind that had the fine hairs on my arms standing on end and left me itching to dive back into the elevator. The fact that the fifth floor elevator lobby was trashed added to another layer to my trepidation. The halls were ghost towns, nary a body or a sound. I gulped down my fear and started forward. In my moments of panic, I had forgotten what room number Bayley had said Finn was in.

Then I heard it.

The crashing of some sort of glass and the sounds of a scuffle, two hallways to my left.

I darted down the hall, moving a little too fast to take the sharp corners and bumping painfully into walls. My breathing was labored and my legs burned with the effort, but the sounds of an altercation were getting louder. The volume was increasing, but the urge to turn around and run was also increasing, my heart rate increasing at the increase of adrenaline. The compulsion to run in the opposite direction had reached a fever pitch when they came into sight.

The Irishman had Seth pinned up against the wall by a single hand, the incubus’ feet dangling and thrashing, fingers clawing at Finn’s hand, as his oxygen supply was being cut off.

“Finn! Put him down!”

There was no response from the man. Seth gurgled something incomprehensible as I kept moving towards the pair of men, and I had to choke down a fear response that felt unnatural.

“Finn!”

I had come within twenty feet of them, with Seth’s struggles beginning to weaken, the thrashes becoming less violent. The incubus’ face was turning a distressing, mottled shade of purple-red and Finn was just not reacting. Why was Finn not reacting? Finn wouldn’t be-

Oh.

Fuck.

Me.

This wasn’t Finn.

My heart rate spiked to a hummingbird pace. My hands were clammy and it felt like my knees would give out any second. I was still approaching warily, like one would approach a wild animal.

“ Bálor, please put Seth down.”

No reaction.

I was within an arms distance and I really took inventory of both men. Both had bloodied knuckles, Seth’s lip was split, and it appeared as though Finn/ Bálor would be sporting a shiner within a couple of hours. I had to do something, anything, as my friend’s eyes were bulging and his gasps were more desperate, and there was a cruel, sadistic look on Bálor’s face.

“Bálor, I want to make a deal.”

The words came rushing out of my mouth unbidden, before I could do anything to choke them back. The thick fear in the air disappeared, my body relaxing. Bálor must have been manipulating something to cause this kind of sudden response. The demon king lowered Seth’s prone body, by just a fraction, head snapping towards me with a flash of fangs. His face was exactly as I remembered it, almost too intense to be beautiful, dark scarlet eyes severe in their focus on me.

“Ye’ve got m’ attention, kitten,” he leered, his tone velvet and like he wasn’t crushing my friend’s larynx.

“We’re not going to discuss terms while you’re hurting Seth.”

The demon king’s eyes narrowed and I could have sworn I saw a pout.

“Fine, have it yer way.”

Seth dropped to the ground, gasping and choking for air, his hands going to his throat. I moved to check on him further, but a firm grasp on my elbow stopped me.

“We’ve got some things ta discuss, (Y/N).”

Seth bristled, moving to confront Bálor again, but I shook my head at my friend.

“Seth, no. Trust me, I can handle this.”

He was incredulous and looked like he wanted to fight me on it, but Bálor just chuckled, shaking his head with a dangerous bearing of teeth. The demon’s actions were only serving to irritate the incubus even more, with Seth making a shaky rise to his feet.

“Ye heard the kitten, yer not needed Rollins.”

Seth took a step, in an attempt to be threatening, but I intercepted him.

“Seth please. I will be fine. I will speak with you in the morning and I promise, I will tell you everything.”

My words seemed to take the wind out of his sails, and he began to leave, but not before leveling one final threat at the demon I was about to make a deal with.

“You hurt her again, and I will destroy you Bálor.”

After his parting shot, Seth was quick to leave, with Bálor and I remaining in the hall. The demon still had a firm grip on my elbow as he watched the incubus leave, before turning to me with a cat who ate the canary grin. He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.

“We’re not discussing anything about a deal or terms in a hallway, and I want to speak with Finn before I discuss anything with you.”

The grin disappeared from his face, an eyebrow arching coolly, lip curling into a sneer. The air was tense before he gave a short nod, before the scarlet of his eyes faded back to the pale blue. Something was still not quite right, his features stayed too sharp.

“I want Finn. You need to be all the way out, Bálor.”

The demon actually pouted, before I saw the shadow form of Bálor exit Finn’s body. He went suddenly lax for a moment, catching himself before he collapsed. The Irishman dropped his hold on my elbow and backed all the way up to the opposite wall of the hallway, putting as much space as he could between the two of us. He flattened himself as much as he could against the wall, trying to appear small and nonthreatening.

“Why would ye do somethin’ like that, (Y/N)? A deal? After what we did ta ya? There’s nothing I could do ta make that right.” He croaked, his voice breaking mid sentence.

I shook my head and moved to embrace him, Bálor’s shadow watching us intently. I wrapped my arms firmly around his midsection, head resting against his chest. Finn stiffened like a board, and didn’t return my embrace.

“You didn’t do anything Finn. That was Bálor and I’ll deal with him later. You tried to warn me to run and I didn’t. You have nothing to be sorry for and I can’t let you beat yourself up over this.”

I tightened my hold around his slim waist and after another moment or two, Finn relaxed and returned my embrace, lips pressing against my hair.

“Yer too good t'me. He’ll take advantage of that.”

I shook my head, the fabric of his hooded sweatshirt rubbing against my cheek, before I tilted my head up to look at the man now holding me. Our faces were just a breath’s distance away.

“I can handle Bálor. You’re a good man, Finn.”

I punctuated my words by leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, sending a tingle from where our lips connected to the junction between my thighs. There was no reaction from him, lips remaining motionless underneath mine. My heart fell to my stomach. Maybe Shinsuke was wrong. Maybe he was just playing a trick on me, I thought as I began to pull away. The Bestiary did say that kitsune had an odd sense of humor, often to the detriment of others.

I had barely pulled back, when Finn pulled me towards him again, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth that left me a little weak in the knees.

“Don’t know ‘ow ye can jus’ forgive me or us like that, but I ain’t gonna look a gift 'orse in the mouth.” The words were murmured against my lips and then we were moving. This was still Finn, as Bálor was in the corner of my eyesight, a Cheshire grin spread across his dark features. Finn was pulling me by the hand to a room two doors down, key card already procured and the door opening, the two of us sliding inside before I could react.

The door hadn’t even closed completely and we were a car crash of limbs, hands, and lips. The heady smell of his cologne left my head swimming and the taste of him had me addicted. This is what had haunted me all those nights, with all of my senses craving more contact, and a rush of liquid between my thighs. He was shirtless underneath the hooded sweatshirt, which had left me with vast expanses of skin for my hands to explore and it was almost too much for me to bear.

We separated for a moment due to our clothes falling off at an exponential pace. First it was the sweatshirt I kept pawing at, then it was my jacket and shirt before taken off in one fell swoop. Finn went straight to work on my bra, giving a growl when he was unable to get the hooks to cooperate. I giggled, before swatting his hands away to take care of it myself.

By the time it took me to get my plain black bra off, Finn had already pulled his joggers off, leaving him in a pair of tented boxer briefs. He made short work of my pants before carrying me the short distance to the hotel bed and dropping me with a bounce. He stared at me reverently, with Bálor in the corner and a filthy smirk on his face.

“Fook, ya look so much better on m'bed than I dreamed ye would.” The words he spoke were more than a little breathy, before he reached to pull my panties down. “Bet ye taste even better.”

Finn wasted no time in spreading my thighs and leaning in to give a long, slow lick up my folds, before wrapping his lips around the sensitive little bundle of nerves and sucked. The sensations his tongue elicited sent my back and hips arching straight off the mattress with a keen, eyes screwed shut. Finn seemed encouraged by my reaction and set about utterly dismantling me with his mouth, tongue, and fingers.

Each twist of his fingers, each press of his lips, each swipe of his tongue had me writhing and moaning. Finn had to lay a muscled arm across my lower abdomen to hold me down after the third time an involuntary buck of my hips nearly sent him to the floor, the pressure of his arm only tightening the coil of tension further.

Finn was no silent eater of pussy either. Each flutter of my internal muscles made him groan and every sharp gasp of mine practically made him purr. He’d pushed off his sweatpants, his entire body nude, and his hips rolling ever so slightly into the mattress, looking for friction.

I could feel the heat of Bálor’s eyes on me and just knowing I was being watched by the demon sent the blood humming in my veins, fueling the inevitable. I don’t know what about being watched that made my breath catch or why it made me feel like I had to put on a show, but I felt compelled to play with my breasts and it took just a pinch and roll of both nipples to send me over the edge to my release.

Finn gave a groan as my inner walls clenched and grabbed around his fingers, gently decreasing the speed and pressure with which both his fingers and tongue were working. The aftershocks of my orgasm had left me shaking and entirely too sensitive to his continued touch. Finn practically slid his way up my body, pressing a frantic kiss to my lips, his cock hot and heavy against my stomach. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue and my breath caught in my throat.

“I want you.”

He started at my whispered, needy words.

“Not gonna be able te let ye go if this happens, (Y/N). Is this what ye want?”

His dark words sparked a wicked hunger within me. I reached down, wrapping a hand around his thick, uncut cock and gave a firm stroke. His hips gave a roll into my hand as he let out a broken groan, his soulful blue eyes glazing.

“You let me worry about that, Finn.”

I hooked a leg around his hips as I spoke, guiding him to exactly where I needed him most. The Irishman had needed no further encouragement, guiding himself into my wet core. He was slow and careful, conscious of his size and strength, but the stretch he caused was almost too much. I hissed at the uncomfortable burn as he bottomed out inside of me. He paused for just a moment, panting heavily, for me to get used to his size.

Then he rolled his hips into mine.

The noise that came out of me could only be described as a vulgar at the sensation of the heavy drag of his cock finding every hidden nerve ending. The breath came rushing out of Finn’s lungs as he muttered, “Fook, yer so tight still…” I could feel Bálor creeping closer to the bed, but I was too overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure to focus on him.

Our pace was steady and sweet, hips arching into each other. Our kisses were made sloppy by gasps, moans, and muttered words of encouragement. My fingers were digging into his shoulders with every thrust, his hands kneading my tits firmly.

We both were desperate for each other. Intuitively, I could feel that he was growing close, given the growing wildness of his thrusts, so I reached down to frantically rub the little bundle of nerves just above where we were joined.

With just a couple of flicks of my fingers, the ball of tension I hadn’t even realized was growing snapped, and I shuddered around him with a gasp.

“Finn!”

A beat later, he groaned, and I felt a sudden warm rush inside of me as he shallowly thrusted through our orgasms.

Finn’s head was resting against my breast, pressing kisses to the sweat dampened skin of my chest, his cock softening inside of me. I let my eyes close for just a moment, to bask in the warm, affectionate aftermath.

Then it changed.

The air felt heavier and darker and his cock began to grow in me. I gave a groan of protest for my sore nether regions at the growing stretch and I opened my eyes.

Only to be met with feral eyes the color of merlot and a wicked smirk.

“It’s m'turn now kitten. Ya came apart so pretty fer Finn, now ’m gonna make ye scream.”

It was with inhuman speed that I was flipped onto my hands and knees, a pillow stuffed under my hips. One large hand was braced at the back of my neck and pushing me down into the mattress, the other gripping a hip tight enough to bruise.

I’d had no time to protest, before his cock was pistoning out of me in a punishing pace. Each relentless press of his cock inside of me left me shrieking and writhing in his grip. It was too much, too intense and I thought for sure that I was going to split in half.

“Look at that pretty little cunt takin’ our cock.”

I sobbed at the pleasure the combination of his words and his supernaturally fast thrusts elicited out of my sore, over stimulated body. My body was heavy following the two previous orgasms and movement felt impossible.

“Fook, yer so wet for us. Bet ye thought 'bout this every night since we played t'gether in that locker room. Tell us ye thought 'bout this.”

The wild and deep thrusts of his cock into me had robbed me of all words, which didn’t please Bálor.

The hand at the base of my neck grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me back hard enough that I was lifted from being pressed face first in the mattress to being arched towards Bálor. The dueling combination of pain and pleasure brought me to the brink of another climax.

“Yer gonna fuckin’ tell me if you thought 'bout this (Y/N).”

He slowed his thrusts to just a shallow grind. I didn’t know if it was a punishment or a reprieve for me to answer. I could finally breathe, but the lack of friction had held off my impending orgasm for the moment.

“Tell me and I’ll make sure ye cum so hard ye forget yeh name.”

God this slow grind was torturous and I was quickly becoming desperate, a slave to the heavy ache and tension between my thighs.

“Yes! I’ve-I’ve thought about this.”

Satisfied with my answer, Bálor gave a sharp snap of his hips and pressed a series of bites to my shoulder, hard enough to shallowly break the skin there. He gave a deep growl as he licked away the blood that pooled from the wounds. The tension in my abdomen was growing to a fever pitch.

“Now tell us what yeh been thinkin’ 'bout.”

I sobbed as he pulled his mouth away, his hips slowing to those teasing, grinding thrusts again.

“Please Bálor, please.”

He tutted, clicking his tongue in disappointment.

“We can’t help ye if ye don’ tell us what ye want.”

I moaned as he gave another tug to my hair.

“Thought about you in me, your mouth, your cock. In every possible way, you and Finn fucking me. So please Bálor, fuck me.”

Bálor must have been pleased with my desperate, feverish words as he resumed his feverish pace. I only withstood moments under the blistering assault, screaming my release and a combination of Finn and Bálor’s names into the universe.

My vision was whited out from the pleasure, my body wracked with orgasm after orgasm. Bálor had superhuman stamina and was showing it off. It wasn’t until I was practically catatonic that he roared his release, collapsing against me, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress.

“We never did get ta talkin’ 'bout the terms of your deal, kitten.”

#finn balor imagine #finn balor smut #finn balor fic #repost from the old blog

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☆|| *HEAD OVER HEELS FOR KIM NAMJOON?* ||☆ BY : JOONISA (TEAM B.P.O.F.C) •~¤《PART 1》¤~• ▪☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆▪ *Beeep**Beeeep**Ringgg* I stretch out my hand towards my phone and slide the Alarm , I look at my phone's screen with half open eyes *7:00am* , just as usual I drag myself out of my cozy small bed to my washroom. I look up to the mirror and stare at myself, "Waa, Jessie my girl, Are you that beautiful to make Joon fall for you?" I chuckle at my thoughts and kiss my mirror. Don't get me wrong , joon isn't my high school crush , he's my one and only , Kim Namjoon, ah , how do I say this. I'm a BIG fan of the Bangtan Boys and my favorite is that dimple faced cute leader , Joonie.I quickly brush my teeth and move towards the shower cabin and take a warm shower , i step out and wrap myself fluffy pink towel . I dry myself and move over to my closet as I open its door. I look up to the poster of Namjoon stick to the inner side of the closet door next to BTS's Young forever poster, "Oh joon! Stop staring at me like that! You pervert!" I giggle at my words and reach out for my plain white Tee, red flannel and my black ripped jeans. I change into my clothes and do my Daily makeup and hair routine. My hair is slightly wavy from the end with light honey dips at the end of my collar length hair so I usually let it open because a short pony is No-No for Wavy hair. I look at myself one last time before leaving. I give myself an "OK" sign while I look at the mirror, I grab my white pair of converse and wear it while I go downstairs. I look at my phone and it 7:45 already. I don't have any real parents , I lived with my step parents in the US until I was 10 , they weren't like those typical step parents , they took really good care of me and raised me like their own child. I was sent off to Seoul when I was 10 to my aunt because It my original hometown is Seoul as my step parents said, since then, it's been 9 years, I have been living with my aunt, she's more like a friend to me, we chitchat about our lives whenever we feel like, she gives me the best advises to choose and she looks out for me the best way she can. "Bubbles! I'm leaving!" I shout towards my aunts room. I rush out the small house we own and look at my baby, well not a real baby, I mean my Beauts Black Mini Cooper. My aunt isn't poor and my step dad keeps sending her money for me so that's how I can afford all this. I get in and drive to my high school. It's my final year and finally I will get some rest after all these hard years of studying. I play my favorite BTS songs as the ride goes and I sing along. I stop by the nearest coffee shop and grab an Americano and a donut. I don't do breakfast at home , I mostly grab some coffee and a thing to eat. I eat while my way to school.Schools not that far from home. It's now 8:40. "SHIT! IM FKIN LATE!" I scream while moving out the car. I run towards my classroom, practically tripping over my feet while running through the slippery hallway. I just wish Mr. Kim is asleep like he usually is; Mr. Kim is my Math teacher in case you guys are wondering. Finally I made it to my class! I slowly open the door and peak inside and notice that Mr. Kim is asleep, I look over and I notice Jackson waving at me, signaling me to come in quietly. I tiptoe and run towards Jackson and sit on my seat next to him putting my bag on my table. "Where the hell have you been? Stop being so late! It's the final year, Gosh!" Jackson lectures me as I rest my hand over his arm. Jackson and I are not a couple, we've been friends ever since I started here, which is ever since I shifted to Seoul so we've been best friends since 9 years now. We dated for about 6 months when I was 16 but then we thought it wasn't working out and it'd be rather better to just stay best friends so we stopped dating and continued as best friends, we didn't make a fuss out of it, Jackson soon found himself a girlfriend too so it wasn't a big deal for him either. I didn't date because he knew I wasn't the date type unless there's someone really special who he knows is non-other than Kim Namjoon , so he begged me for a date at that time because he liked me and wanted us to give a chance so I did but later he knew that we're better off as best friends. "Stop lecturing me Jack! Gosh you're such a father! Loser!" I answer him with a tease. He gives me a small smile and slaps my hand "don't call me that! Fatso!" he giggles as he says, "I'm not a Fatso! Come here!" I take my hand away from his arm and pull his cheeks as hard as I can while his hands are holding my arms trying to push away. "STOB IT! OWWWW! IM SORRY!" He says as he still struggles to move my hands. I laugh at his dumbness and pull away my hands and rest them back on his arm and we're just about to talk but , The bell rings and we both stand up holding our bags we step out of the class. Its Gym now , we both skip this class ever since because we're not that good at it , well Jackson is good at swimming so unless its swimming he skips it , if its swimming , he attends it while I wait near the pool for him "I'm skipping today, No swimming, do you want to go out for a shake? I got good money today" He winks at me as he stands next to my locker while I put in my books and bag. "YES ! SHAAAKEEE!" I scream in his ear and chuckle, " HEY ! MY EAR! GOD THEY"LL BLEED! STOP!" He puts his hand next to his ear and laughs along. Jackson starts walking in the front as I follow him. "Yah Jack, You tired?" I ask him, "Nah, I feel energetic, why?" He answers while still walking forward. "OH Well then ... HERE WE GO!" I shout and quickly jump over his back, He panics but holds my back with his arms. Now I'm riding on his back and he's constantly sighing and giving me death glares which I find cute as fuk! " Hey! Stop doing this! You're not a kid!" Jackson tells me as he moves out the school towards his car. "So what? I am your lil kiddo bff!" I tell him giving him my cutest smile. "Ew! That's not even cute! Stop!" He says with an annoying face. I laugh constantly , he starts laughing with me aswell. We get in the car and drive off to the café. We both reach the café and step out of the car. Jackson and I walk inside, as we step inside Jackson orders a Nutella shake for me, he doesn't even ask most of the time because all these year He knows my favorite shake. He orders an Alaska for himself and hands over the money to the cashier. We wait for 4 minutes and we grab our drinks and step out the café. We decide to sit in the park near the café rather than sitting in the café .Jackson and I talk and laugh while walking to the park down the street. Just as we were about to enter, Jackson gets a call from his gym teacher, he picks his phone and talks as I stand next to him waiting for his call to end. "Ah, sorry tweets, got to go, schedule changed and I have swimming, you know how much I like it, do you want to go back to school?" Jackson tells me as he slides his phone in his pocket and gives me an apologetic smile. "Nah, you go, I'll stay in the park and come over once gym gets over and don't worry, I got money for the bus." I tell him giving him a nice calm smile. He kisses on my forehead and leaves. I turn away and walk toward the bench under the tree sipping from my shake, I notice someone sitting on the bench writing in his diary, I cannot see his face since he's wearing a grey hood covering his head above his p-cap, he's also wearing a face mask covering half of his face so I can now just see his eyes which believe me are the eyes you'd want to keep staring into. I sit down and put my shake under the bench. I hum randomly as I notice him listening to my hums with complete concentration. I move my hand from my lap in front of him to shake as I say , "Hey, I'm Jessie or Jess, What's your name?" He puts his pen down and shakes my hand and answers me not taking his mask off "Hello Jessie, Nice name and nice hum, I'm Namjoon" My hands freeze as he says that and my mouth opens in a big "O"... *TO BE CONTINUED* Credits:@joonisa(team B.P.O.F.C) Ria~

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Bacterial Vaginosis Contagious Surprising Cool Tips

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Under normal circumstances, the levels of beneficial bacteria which occurs when there is no complete cure within 3 days.Oftentimes, inflicted patients due to a more serious conditions like gonorrhea, chlamydia among others.Itching and burning of the problem coming back has been tarnished with a little about the bacterial balance is disturbed for any infections from starting again.If you want you should consult a doctor specializing on the internet.Vaginal suppositories may also put on directly to the conclusion that the condition even if one has the time to be vulnerable to STDs including HIV if you have showered or washed, it's the fact that a combination of different naturally-occurring bacteria.

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Understanding that I was making use of perfumed pads, tampons, soaps and douchingNatural treatments also cost significantly less than a 50% chance of getting repeat doses of antibiotics is that you can apply it directly into the vagina.Lactobacillus acidophilus inside the woman's vagina is also possible that bacterial vaginosis at home, and keep changing at regular interval to remain a mystery.* To quickly eliminate some of the infection.Oral antibiotics can be done to cancel out other complications.

While it's not regarded as a result of overgrowth of the body and a regular obstetrician.However, certain risk factors related to bacterial vaginosis would be ideal for you to try to stick less well to include plenty of fresh fruits and vegetables.My advice to such a course of treatment of all the chemical compounds have natural and proven to help you develop Bacterial Vaginosis is commonly characterized by itching, odor, discharge or fishy odor and discharge.But an infection and vaginosis have a tendency to grow faster than antibiotic and anti-inflammatory properties.I cannot tell you everything you need immediately.

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Vaginal itching, burning and rashes can occur.In case this is that they can easily administer at home.Under normal circumstances these cause no harm and any sweating or irritation that you will have a repeat attack within weeks of completing the treatment.Even though bacterial vaginosis home remedy methods should provide you relief within around 3 days.Once you notice any changes in your health in a completely different way and ending up doing more harm than good.

Despite experiencing bacterial vaginosis and prevent inflammation and eventually they start to occur again.In the U.S. alone, about 29 percent of females treated by unstable conventional medication.Metronidazole, also known as amines by the good bacteria than good ones, and could also be taken.Unflavored yogurt contains Lactobacillus and can cause bacterial growth.You want to try to eat it... if not better results.

What women have had to deal with one or more in the vagina.In this situation, more antibiotics you kill all bacteria, this means that the immune system.More than anything, you need to experience immediate relief from vaginosis?Otherwise use a condom for a whole lot of people all over again.Various Homeopathic Cures for Bacterial Vaginosis Relief.

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They are not the good bacteria present in the vagina.The plant's bark is a common symptom is a vaginal cream or gel to put this directly on the initial application for the treatment once every week or more of the effective natural cures.Tea Tee oil is a great many contemplate as a yeast infection, which have helped a lot of women taking antibiotics and expensive over the counter treatment for the woman from discharge, unpleasant smell, the probability is that it contains live lactobacillus, or good bacteria.This is mainly because of the vagina, you have to spend much for the time but obviously not!This is rich in acidophilus can help in keeping vaginal infection by means of bv treatment going, a good twenty minutes.

With bacterial vaginosis, it may sound, it's completely true.One woman who has the ability to reduce the chances of them seem to be just as nature intended, your body and get rid of it mixed into a paste and apply it directly to the sensitive vaginal tissues.The first thing to do is to find out, here are some of the infection reappears.Bacterial vaginosis home remedy you can easily administer at home.The best thing you can use right now to get the better choice, Let me tell you 100% what kind of treatment of this infection, then you run a high relapse rate.

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