#if you saw me repost this because i spotted a mistake no you didn’t

[fullmoonisle]

don’t go unscrewing the cap (1.03 vs. 2.06)

[disneyprincemuke]

our spot, 2 * ls2

it’s about two weeks since you last saw logan and you find him sitting all alone in the dark

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

warnings: logan is the warning idk

notes: i know it took me forever to write this subpar ass second part but like- i kinda like it because i'm bad with resolutions and making up (i'm single)

also i'd like to have a word with whoever made this gif because it's like so disrespectful like he is so fine why would u do this?

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“you’re growing up too fast,” your mother had said to you earlier after you finished packing the last of your boxes. the boxes that would be sent off to new york in a couple of days before you head out right before new year’s.

thankfully, your family agreed on flying over with you to spend the holiday with you. you had spent weeks and months rethinking the choice of your relocation; if you could handle being away from your family.

your father insisted you explore the world without them by your side and you took up the offer. you'd broken up with the guy you were seeing a couple of days ago.

while you had your doubts about where your relationship was going, there was no denying the amount of time you'd spent together. it still stung you quite a little bit to up and leave him. he had asked you if there was any way to make it work, but you couldn't get yourself to say anything.

so, he pulled you in for a hug and wished you well. and then you left, tearing up very slightly on the drive home alone.

it would be nice to start fresh in a new place. your last conversation convincing you to pick up the pieces of yourself and start moving on for real.

though, it seems it would take forever to do that. you hadn’t only lost a romantic connection when you lost logan, but also your best friend.

the first person you called when you crashed your car on the highway when you were 17, the person who stood up to the girl who made fun of you when you were 9, and the only one who knew you better than you knew yourself.

so here you are at 3 in the morning walking the quiet streets of your small town with your hands in the pockets of your sweater. you try to stifle the sniffle that escapes you, having spent the past couple of hours in tears at the thought of leaving behind everything you’ve ever known.

packing up and spending months in new york, then indefinitely in germany made you a nervous wreck. though the company you’re working for has arranged everything for you from the airport pickup to the apartment estate you’ll be spending your days in.

when you left your house, you glanced across the street to disappointment. logan’s truck isn’t parked on the street and his room had its blinds drawn — the way it’s been since you last saw him.

when you first got the promotion, you almost picked up your phone to text logan. but the heavy weight of guilt made you hit erase and put your phone down after a second.

even when you had graduated about 6 months after cutting contact, you wanted so bad to send him a photo of you and your degree together. but, there was something so embarrassing about reaching out and starting a conversation like nothing had happened.

you posted it on your instagram stories, reposting every single tagged picture for days after to hopefully prompt a message of congratulations from logan. but he didn’t bite.

it made you wonder if you’ve truly made a mistake suddenly cutting him off.

you sigh, making a sharp turn after you pass the school. there’s a dark figure up ahead on the playground that makes you question if it’s a mistake that you’ve come here so late at night.

but it’s a relatively safe gated community. you press your lips together as you approach, your breath hitching in your throat when you’re finally able to make out the man sitting at the end of the slide.

“fancy seeing you here,” logan mumbles, throwing the pieces of rubber from the playground floor into the ground. “it’s late.”

“yeah, i just finished packing,” you answer under your breath, passing him to sit at the edge of another slide. “just needed to do some thinking. didn’t expect you’d be here.”

logan grins to himself with a soft chuckle. “yeah, i’m sorry for intruding.”

you hadn’t been here since you last asked him to come here and see you. in fact, prior to that meetup, you’d only been here a total of 5 times since you last talked.

it reminded you too much of the memories you shared with him growing up.

you lie back in the comfort of the slide. “don’t worry about it. i don’t come here often,” you smile to yourself as you confess. "not anymore."

"i can tell," logan mutters. "i've been here every night since you texted me."

"oh." you take a deep breath, not knowing if you'd like the answer to your question. "what for?"

"thinking real hard," he says just barely above a whisper. he turns to you with a small smile. "i was thinking about you. and germany... and how close it is to me."

your breath hitches. you won't admit to him, but you accepted the offer to move to germany to at least be remotely close to him. or to at least convince him to give your relationship a shot.

you've been apart for years. the only way you got to spend time together back then was if you'd make the effort to visit him in the uk, or if he had the time to fly back home. it was difficult to keep finding ways to make the relationship last.

you had to pretend for a while that you never had to end it. but you knew in your heart two years ago that it cannot keep going on like this. you cried and cried every single time at the airport when he would have to leave you behind in this small town.

you knew his mother mentioned to him about the guy you were seeing. because your mother came to you asking questions about the mysterious guy you never even told her about.

every night after that, you thought about calling logan to explain yourself; that it's not what he thinks it is. but were you really in the position where you had to explain yourself?

"i do love you," he says, picking at the rubber grit once more to avoid your stare. "but the long-distance... barely seeing each other for months on end... it was hard. i couldn't give you what a normal guy would. i couldn't keep making you wait around for nothing."

"but that's not up to you to decide," you say slowly, hoping that he would understand where you came from. "it's unfair. i was willing to go through all of that with you. we've been through so much together."

"i didn't want to risk losing you over something like that," logan sighs, looking up at you in despair. there's a sadness in his eyes that you've never seen before. "it was lonely without you. you're my best friend - losing you over something different entirely was devastating. i didn't have anybody else."

you shake your head, unsure of what to say to him. it was lonely for you when you cut him off. you went from communicating everyday to only catching glimpses of his life on tv, instagram and media news sites.

every single achievement you had, you thought about calling him and hearing his proud voice. but you couldn't fully back yourself on the fact that you broke your own heart because he wanted to keep you around.

"i thought of you every single day," logan says. "i'm sorry. i know you've got a boyfriend and i'm sure he's great, but-"

"i told you," you laugh dryly, throwing your head back. "if you just tell me right now... i'll be all yours."

"but i can't do that to somebody else," logan frowns with a shake of his head. he's contemplated a lot over the past couple of days. how appealing your proposal sounds to him, but the fact that you're still seeing somebody has been making him hesitate. "you know what that means."

you press your lips together. logan's always made sure that he was as morally right as much as he could with his decisions. you sigh, a small hesitant smile stretching your lips. "we broke up."

"what?"

"i broke up with him a couple days ago," you whisper, dropping your eyes to avoid his questioning stare. "i just wanted to go to germany with a fresh start."

logan doesn't say anything immediately. and you don't follow up your confession with anything either. so you look up into the sky as you sway your feet left and right as you try to count the stars that illuminate the night sky. your heart pounds in your chest as you anticipate what he will say next.

and you know he's still there, thinking hard because you can still see his shadow against the playground flooring.

"stay the night," he says softly.

you sit up, both of your hands gripping the sides of the slide as you turn to look at him. "what did you just say?"

"come home with me and then let's talk about it," logan smiles, though he still looks just as tired as before. "let's figure it out, you and me; germany. let me make this right."

"you idiot," you laugh, tears falling out of your eyes again as you have another outburst. "logan."

"wait, why are you crying?" his voice is soft and laced with shock, hands held out towards your body. "i thought this was what you wanted? did i cross a line? i'm sorry."

"no, i just," you cry, wiping the tears from your face. "god, i just missed you so much. i'm sorry. it's not you."

he's now gotten up from his seat. he's knelt down next to the slide you're sitting in, trying to reach out and touch your arm. "i'm sorry. i'm sorry it took me this long." his thumbs swipe over your cheeks, wiping away your tears. "please don't cry anymore."

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[dollwrites]

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 — 𝐫𝐮𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), this is a darker fic, dub con for a bit, drug use ( LSD ), voyeurism and exhibitionism, Tsukasa involvement, suggested Kaito x reader too, very small amount of RuiKasa, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ i haven’t written in a while so i may be kind of rusty. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“Rui, something’s wrong —“

why was everything so loud? even the way he pants, his swollen lips parted and hovering inches from your face, the moans that slip free as hot air fans the apples of your cheeks in furious, little puffs— that shouldn’t have been audible over the blaring carnival music that washes around you, but you could hear every break in his breath. you could pick apart his vulgar whimpering, and you thought you might even be able to trace each note that lives within it with the tip of your finger, if only your wrists were not bound with what felt like silk ribboning, you would. due to his candy obsession, his warm breath usually tasted of sweets, but this time was different. the scent of sugar clinging to his tastebuds was so intense that you could taste it on your own.

“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Rui assures with the shape of his mouth brushing over your countenance. he leaves a wildfire of sensation in the wake of his soft tiers, allowing them to dance over the tip of your nose and tease your mouth, that chased them. “Everything’s perfect.” your head had been swiveling, trying to look past the blinding, rainbow lights to try and decipher where you were. it didn’t look like Rui’s room anymore. in the center of the room, you were suspended in the air ( you only recently realized this when you dropped your head back and found yourself dangling helplessly, jostled in tandem with Rui’s fervent pounding into your guts ), but if you try to follow the slithering silks that coil around your arms and legs, you find they disappear into an abyss— there was no ceiling.

what were those silks connected to?

how were you being supported, exactly?

“Oh, you feel good…” he purrs, biting down on his lower lip hard, passing a sultry whine through his teeth as he savors how your body feels from the inside. “Yes, yes, yes…” he always got lost in you, reveling in how tight you clamped around him, and the way your recoiled in response to his pounding.

then, as your hazy eyeline scanned every inch of the environment, you spotted an audience. once again, however, beyond the chairs and silhouettes of their heads, you could see not a single detail. you knew they were there, because you could hear them. gasping, laughing, cheering.

this wasn’t happening.

you were going crazy.

“I think you gave me too much…” you mewl, curling your toes, but it did little to relieve the pressure Rui was forcing into your body. your head rolls, heavy on your shoulders, and you look back up at him. maybe if you focus on him, you thought, you could get control of yourself. but Rui didn’t even look like Rui. had he changed clothes? you’d most certainly have remembered if he’d met you at the door in a three piece suit and a black top hat balancing precariously askew on his head. it was as if he was part of this world you saw swirling around you, this wicked circus.

“F—fuck, Rui I’m seri— serious—“ you were groaning, though, panting with vulgar delight because it feels so good. Rui had always been a phenomenal lay, but it was always miles better when the two of you were tripping; it was like his fingertips were made of electricity, sending an unbelievable voltage of pure pleasure everywhere they touched.

and usually, Rui was good about measuring out each hit to make sure you could control your trip, but this time was different. at first, you’d looked at your dose and thought it wouldn’t be so bad. but everything got weird when his friend, Tsukasa pulled out his phone. “T—turn the lights on,” you beg, closing your eyes tight. “I—I need to come down.”

“Shh, shh, shh…” Rui croons, both, gloved fists wrapped around the ribbons that bind you. he used that leverage to pull you into his thrusts so he slammed home harder, smacking his hips into yours when he bottoms out, and you cry out loud, clenching your fists. “You’re missing all the lovely sounds,” he mewls, a cherry tint on his cheeks. his golden gaze had been blown out by pitch black pupils, so when you squint and try to meet his eyes, you’re sucked into the depth of his desire for you. you open your mouth to speak, to reiterate your point: you wanted this trip to be over, but his warm fingers clamp over your mouth, muffing your plea, and your eyes widen, “I want the others to hear how wet your sweet, little pussy is, too.”

the others?

for a moment, you’re perplexed. you could only remember that Tsukasa fellow. your eyes dart behind his left shoulder, and catch the two figures. Tsukasa and… someone else. a taller man, perhaps a year or two older than Rui. he has his hands clasped together in front of him, and his head cocked to one side. his features are surprisingly soft, as if the sound of your body squelching and your muffled whimpering is a beautiful symphony and he was listening intently.

you didn’t recognize him.

when had he shown up?

Tsukasa, on the other hand, was staring with big eyes and crimson cheeks, his eyeline jolting back and forth to the rhythm of Rui’s rocking hips, and you realize he must be watching his friend slide in and out with every thrust. he looks hungry.

“Rui, didn’t you promise Tsukasa something?” the other one asks, knowingly glancing to Rui, who doesn’t deny it. “So long as he brought your guest here?”

Rui snickers, glancing over his shoulder, and you do the same, staring at a very flustered Tsukasa. “Well, you certainly won’t be able to touch her from all the way over there.” you blink, bemused, and grip the silk restraints, arching your back— you want to bring Rui’s attention back to you so you can shake your head, give him a signal to let him know that this was not something you were agreeing to, but when he looks back to you, sees you shaking your head, he coos, “Ah, don’t worry! I’ll teach him how to play with you the way you like.”

everything happened way too fast.

from Tsukasa stumbling over, staring at your body with blown out pupils, grasping one finger of his glove in his teeth to pull it off as his other hand reaches for your breast. the black silk is warm when he gropes a handful of you, hard and needy.

“She’s soft, right?” Tsukasa is already nodding, agreeing with him before the question fully leaves his lips. Rui giggles, grasping his friend’s bare wrist once the glove is discarded and guiding his hand between your legs. “Wait until you feel her cunt. Her plushy, little clit is just like a moan button.”

in this moment, you hated that Rui knew exactly how to find it, because he pushed Tsukasa’s thumb against it, swiping skillfully to guide his clearly less experienced friend into the rhythm he knew would drive you crazy, resting his chin on Tsukasa’s shoulder to stare at you from behind his golden tendrils. Tsukasa’s eyes widened in awe as you whimpered into Rui’s glove, your eyelids slitting. the pad of Tsukasa’s thumb was rougher than Rui’s, and it scraped in just the right way to have you reeling.

“See?”

“Woah…” Tsukasa stared, rubbing harder. Rui can’t help but let out a strangled moan, because you were clamping down on him, throbbing.

“Keep doing it just like that,” he breathes heavily in Tsukasa’s ear, encouraging his friend, “She’s clenching like crazy… She likes it.”

you couldn’t even pretend he was wrong, either. your thighs were trembling in their binds, your eyelids fluttering, your head falling back. Rui allows it to, releasing your mouth and you expel a loud, flustered yowl, “F—ff—uck!” you no longer cared about coming down, or even minded that they hadn’t cared whether or not you consented to Tsukasa’s involvement, wanted him to touch you.

now, you didn’t want him to stop.

“M—more,” you whisper, back arching as you squirm, “more, more. C—close…”

Rui’s hand seeks out your throat instead, gripping it to hold you in place so he can plant his feet and drive himself into you in erratic, happy thrusts. he squeezes, crooning as his eyes threaten to close, too, but they remain, heavily lidded and hazy, on you. “Ah… Tsukasa, you’re going to make her cum!” Rui exclaims through heavy panting, “Don’t stop yet, she feels so tight!”

Tsukasa didn’t seem like he had even considered stopping. gritting his teeth, furrowing his brow, he leans over you more, desperate to watch your face contort in pleasure, while his fingers work furiously at the same, rapid-fire pace against your twitching clit. had you been sober, you might’ve even moaned and asked if he played the piano, what with how precise his fingering was, but you weren’t. not even close.

you gurgled and wheezed out pathetically adorable moans as Rui choked you harder, teasing your windpipe to experiment with how much pressure it took to make you sputter, as he fucked every, single lingering thought out of your head.

“Cum for me,” Tsukasa whimpered, needy, as he buried his face in your breasts to suck on them. he didn’t mind that he and his friend were in a game of Twister, entangling with one another in order to both touch you, but Rui didn’t either. he’d allowed Tsukasa to worm in between his body and yours, so long as he didn’t break the join at your sex, and Rui’s chin digs into Tsukasa’s shoulder. you can even see, blurry when you lift your head, his teeth sinking into Tsukasa’s neck every so often, as he allows a moan to vibrate against his flesh. they were both so close to you, both tethered to you. “Please cum hard for me!”

it made you dizzy.

“Cumming…” you croak, and Rui tightens his grip. he must be, too, spurred by how your walls milk him.

“Say my name,” Tsukasa begs, his strumming never once wading up, “say— say that it’s for me…”

“I— I’m cumming for you, Tsukasa!”

that was all that you could muster before you completely unravel into nonsensical babbling and yipping, and writhing. it feels good, so good you’re overloading, and your nails claw at the silks coiled around your wrists.

Rui follows right along behind you, releasing your throat to grasp himself and pull free from your depths so he can slot your folds around his girth as he cums, rubbing his cock between them, his release leaving your sex stickier, and smelling of him.

Tsukasa heard your soft, nearly coherent plea for him to ease up on your hyper sensitive nub, and he obeys, allowing his fingers to dip downwards and gather Rui’s release from between your nerherlips on the tips of his digits. he slides his first, two fingers inside of you, biting down on his lip to muffle a sordid moan when your walls spasm around the new intruders.

“Do you still want to come down?” Rui teases. he’s come around to squat down so he’s face to face with you, petting your hair back before peppering your temple with sugary kisses. you shake your head, weakly.

this world, whether it was a figment of your trip, conjured by too many drugs working overtime in your system, or it really did exist inside of Tsukasa’s cellphone like he claimed, had taken its toll on you, but you no longer cared.

you’d given into the euphoria, and you were enjoying it now.

Rui giggles, his mouth traveling south to kiss your cheek, and then the corner of your mouth, before you finally turn to catch his lips in a passionate lock. you can only hold it for a second before you need to catch your breath, and Rui’s tongue glides along your parted lips. “You want to ride it out? Be a tough, little cookie?”

you nod, smiling, cumdrunk and filled with too much pleasure to turn it down.

“She agreed, just like you said she would.” the mysterious man who’d been watching had moved closer, running svelte, gloved digits over your trembling ankle in butterfly caresses, and hummed, pensively.

Rui beams, nodding as he kisses your mouth, “Mm, I know my girl fairly well. Isn’t that right, darling?”

“More, please…” you whispered, softly, “I want to cum again…”

Rui chortles, and looks up at Tsukasa, still smitten with your sex, and, voice like a bell, croons, “Don’t worry, my little marionette. Tsukasa is going to have you now. And then, Kaito here, will do the same. You’ll be so fucked out by the time you come down, you’ll be a trembling, drooling mess.” Rui swoons at the thought, his smile wide and mischievous, but you mirror it with an entranced, lazy simper, nodding happily to each word. “And I promise, you’ll never want to leave from right here once you’ve taken all three of us.”

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Inferno

Pairing: Soft Dark Andy Barber x Fem Reader

Minor Character: Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3110

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, hot-tempered, possessiveness, Spanking with belt, Bondage with Andy’s tie, Feral Andy, Cussing, Slight Dom/Sub elements, Breeding Kink, Soft ending

Summary: Love is like an eternal flame, constant and never going out. This is how you would describe your relationship with Andy. It’s a constant battle of wills between you both. From the outside, some would think it’s toxic, but behind closed doors you share a unique relationship that no one understands. You’re his to command, to use for his pleasure, and all you can do is enjoy whatever he gives.

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It was supposed to be a nice Friday night out with your friends from work. As usual, everyone decided to meet up for drinks at a local bar. It just happened to be around the corner from where you lived with your boyfriend Andy Barber. Normally, you would look forward to the night out but as you left the office earlier you spotted Susan from accounting flirting with your boyfriend. Her hand touched his shoulder as they shared a laugh in the lobby. Of course, you didn’t find it funny. Andy was yours and yours alone.

Naturally, when you both got home to get ready to go out you argued. He brushed it off as harmless while you saw it as a threat. You hurled a stiletto at his head and he called you a crazy bitch. Oh, he would see a crazy bitch by the end of the night. Tonight you decided to get back at him for allowing another woman to touch what belonged to you. You knew exactly how to get him back and the thought pulled a devious grin to your face.

Entering the closet to get ready for the evening you pulled out a black dress that you would normally reserve just for him. This was his favorite dress you owned. Because of the skin-tight material you had to forgo any panties or bra, oh how this was going to have him seeing red. You grabbed one of your stilettos and walked into the living room where he and the other heel were laying on the ground.

Andy’s blue eyes watched as you entered the room. He was still dressed in his suit attire and in your eyes his entire being screamed dominance. His jaw ticked as you bent over in front of him to grab your other shoe. “You’re not going out in that.” Annoyance hung on his words.

You rolled your eyes at him, knowing that was against one of his rules. “Yes, I am. It’s too late to change now, we should have been out the door twenty minutes ago.” Placing your shoe on you felt his presence behind you.

“I’m telling you, kitten, that you’re not going out dressed like that. Go back to the closet and change. I’m not telling you again.” His warm breath fanned against your ear causing you to shiver. Oh, how you loved playing with fire.

Swaying your hips you walked to the front door and turned the doorknob. “Make me,” you challenged, staring him down with one hand on your hip.

Andy’s jaw clenched, as he walked with his chin high and an evil look in his eye. He stopped inches from you and spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine if you want to dress like a whore then so be it. See if I give a fuck.” If he thought of you as a whore you might as well play the part tonight. You both left the apartment in silence and walked the short distance to the bar.

This is what you both did, argued over pettiness and fucked the frustration out later. It was a dynamic you had from day one. You were hot-tempered and easily jealous. He was possessive and needed control over every aspect of his life. Together you could be a ticking time bomb or two perfectly imperfect people who refused to give up on love.

When things were calm, the love you shared was passionate, and no one else existed but the two of you. The love you had for one another was a fire that could obliterate anything in its way or simmer in the best possible way. If Andy was fire, you were the oxygen that fed the flames. Nothing could extinguish what you had with him, no matter what people thought.

Once you both arrived at the bar, you went to see your girlfriends while he joined the men for drinks and pool. The dress was sexy, according to your girlfriends, as they teased you about how short the length was and how form-fitting it was. The girls laughed and the men whistled as you spun around and showed off.

Andy watched like a hawk as you made your way to the bartender to order a drink. Leaning against the bar your breasts were on display for all to see. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as a man approached your side. The man whispered something filthy into your ear, but you giggled off his advances, your hand touching the drunken man's arm before he made his walk of shame back to his friends. The bartender placed the drink on the bar, and you whispered a thank you. As you walked away, hips swaying for all to see, your eyes briefly looked over your shoulder and locked with Andy’s dark blue ones. A smirk graced your face as you remembered how he told you that the dress was inappropriate and it was looking for attention, even though you assured him that he was overreacting. Andy watched the interactions, and it only confirmed his feelings from earlier. His jaw clenched as he tossed back the whiskey in the glass and slammed it on the table.

A few hours and too many drinks later, a familiar face approached you at the bar. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s been a long time. I almost didn’t recognize you.” The voice was warm like honey. Oh, this was just what you needed to push your boyfriend over the edge.

Quickly you turned around to see Ari Levinson smiling down at you. He worked at the same firm as yourself and Andy, his specialty was Immigration. An exaggerated squeal escaped your lips, “Oh my god, Ari when did you get back? I thought you were going to be on a business trip for a couple more weeks?”

The tall man gave you a friendly, gentle hug. Ari chuckled, “I just got back today. I figured I needed a night out and what better place to come to than this hole in the wall.”

You knew better than to hug the man that Andy secretly despised. It wasn’t because of the man’s work ethic; no, it’s because Ari had a thing for you. The casual conversation and innocent hug didn’t go unnoticed by Andy. He watched as your hand would touch the other man’s arm as you chuckled with him. Your eyes locked with Andy over Ari’s shoulder and lust gripped you by the throat when you saw him get up from the table across the room. His eyes burned with fire and jealousy as he strolled over to the two of you.

His arm possessively wrapped around your waist. “There you are, sweetheart. I was wondering where you went off to.” Fingers dug into your side causing you to hiss from the brief pain as he looked at the man who stood watching your changed demeanor. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. I haven’t seen you, Ari, in a little bit. I heard you were in D.C for a meeting or something.”

Ari stared down at his colleague, “Barber, didn’t know you were here.”

A chuckle escaped Andy, “Well, you know, have to take this sweet girl out now and then. Isn’t that right, kitten?” He kissed your temple, then looked back at Ari and smirked. “Though we were just about to leave so you have a good night.”

A pleased look crossed your face knowing that the night was just about to begin between the two of you. “Good night Ari, see you Monday,” you said cheerfully as Andy dragged you back to the bar and paid the tab. Andy grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you outside. A low purr escaped your lips knowing there would be hell to pay when you got home and it made your thighs press together in excitement.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” Ari’s voice was laced with concern.

Andy spun around to face Ari who had followed you both outside. “She’s fine, we’re heading home as it’s been a long night. Right sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m really tired.” Andy turned around and pulled you after him, as you both briskly walked back home. It was silent between the two of you. Your heart pounded hard in your chest knowing he was simmering with jealousy and anger as he continued to drag you home.

As soon as you made it up the steps and into the apartment Andy was on you. His hand was at your throat as he slammed your back into the front door. “What the fuck was that? You know better than to touch another man, especially Ari!”

You mewled from the tight hold he had on your throat and you batted your eyes innocently. “Andy, you know I only have eyes for you. Just let me take charge and give you what you need.” His fingers tightened causing you to feel a little lightheaded. This is what you wanted, no, craved from him. Your fingers started to unbutton the dress shirt he wore slowly, your eyes never leaving his darker blue ones. He took a breath as your fingers lightly ran down his toned body to the belt he wore and opened it. Before you could open his slacks a wicked grin crossed his face.

The smell of whiskey was strong on his breath as he leaned close to your face and darkly spoke, “No, I’m in charge kitten and you should know by now that it’s Sir. It seems I need to show you who is in charge.”

Your voice tried to fake distress but you could barely contain your excitement. “Yes Sir, I’m so sorry Sir.”

He pulled you away from the wall and dragged you to the shared bedroom. The hold on the back of your neck was brutal and made you want more. As soon as you both entered the bedroom he shoved you toward the bed. Andy towered over you as he discarded his suit jacket. He pulled his tie off and threw his shirt to the floor. You stared up at him with doe eyes as he turned your body around and unzipped the dress letting it pool at your feet, leaving you naked in front of him. “Naughty kitten wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. Looks like you need to learn your lesson.” A harsh slap from his hand connected with your ass causing you to let out a gasp.

Andy grasped your wrists, tying them securely behind your back. He pulled the belt free from his slacks and the jingle it made had you dripping from your core. Your eyes looked over your shoulder and took in the sight of his perfectly toned upper body. Fucking hell he looked as if the gods had sculpted him from stone.

His chest rose and fell with steady breaths as his eyes scanned over the faded bruises on your body. “One day you will learn you belong to me. That no one touches what belongs to me.”

The belt that hung from his hand had you watching him with longing. Your eyes never left him as the belt folded in half and snapped between his hands, knowing what was going to happen next. “You’re gonna count for me, kitten. I think ten is a good number to start at. If I don’t think you’re sorry enough then I will adjust.”

Andy pushed you onto your stomach and knelt on the bed. His left hand pressed between your shoulder blades and held you down. Then the belt slapped your butt hard. You cried out from the first blow both in pain and pleasure. “One!” your voice shrieked out, fingers dug into your palms as the second and third blows stung your skin.

Each time you counted the devastating blows, they seemed harder as he continued. You knew better than to sass him when he was in his dom space. Even though it was tempting to poke the proverbial bear it was better to let him ruin you the way he only knew how. Every time the belt cracked against your skin you sobbed into the bed, though inside your head you begged for more, your arousal flowed out of your cunt and onto the bed. You all but cried out the last one, tears sliding down your cheeks.

The sound of the belt hit the floor as you felt him drag your body down the bed. He pulled you to the edge, grabbed your hips, and forced you to your knees. Your face was still pressed against the bed when you felt his thick fingers touch your warm, bruised ass eliciting a groan from you as he continued his descent and ended at your wet slit. A dark chuckle came from Andy as he teased your folds. “Look how wet and needy my kitten is. Who does this belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Sir,” you mewled as his thick fingers rubbed over your clit briefly. Your pussy clenched around nothing making you desperate for more.

“That’s right, kitten, this is mine.” Andy pushed two thick fingers into your cunt, causing you to moan in pleasure as he played you like a fine-tuned instrument. His pace was firm and steady, your moans filling the room more and more as your orgasm started to build. Just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out and slapped your bruised ass.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, kitten, did I?” Andy’s deep voice boomed behind you, as the sting from his slap made you yelp.

“N-no Sir. I’m sorry.” You cried out. Before you could get another word in, his fingers slipped in again, working into you hard and curling against that spot you loved. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, trying your best to not cum without his permission.

“God your cunt is so needy. It keeps sucking my fingers back in.” He groaned. “Do you need to cum kitten?”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding your head vigorously. “Yes, please Sir! I need to cum!”

Andy chuckled as his fingers curled against that spongy spot inside you, hitting that target over and over. “Cum for me, kitten,” he seductively ordered.

Your orgasm tore through your body as you moaned loudly for him. Your pussy squirted over his fingers as it clamped hard around his digits. Andy worked you through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking your release off them with a hum. “You taste so divine, kitten.” You could hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down and he quickly stripped off his remaining clothes. Once naked Andy grabbed his hard cock, which dripped with precum, and ran it across your wet pussy a few times before he thrust hard into you.

You mewled from the feel of him as he groaned his satisfaction. Andy grabbed your bound wrists causing your body to arch as he placed his other hand on your hip. “I should fuck a baby into you, get you all round so there is no doubt you and this sweet pussy belong to me. What do you think, kitten? Do you want to be a mama?” He fucked you hard and fast, making you cry out louder with every snap of his hips.

“Oh god, Yes Sir. Yes!” You threw your head back chanting that over and over.

His grunts echoed with your voice in the room before he spoke again. “Fuck, kitten you feel so good clenching around me. I know you’re close.” Andy placed a knee on the edge of the bed, letting him drive into you harder. His fingers left your hip and moved to your clit, rubbing your clit firmly every time he plowed into you. “I want you to cum for me. Make a mess for me now!”

A loud moan left your mouth as you shouted, “Andy!” Your body clenched hard around his cock causing him to shout your name to the Heavens. White spots danced across your vision as he shot rope after ropes of cum deep within you and your pussy milked every last drop from him. Andy lazily thrust into you a few more times before pulling out. He let you down gently as your mind floated into subspace. You could feel his fingers undoing the tie around your wrist as you lay in bliss on the bed. It wasn’t until you felt him wipe you with a wet cloth that you realized how tired you were.

Once he cleaned you both up Andy helped move you to the top of the bed and under the covers. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled your body to his chest, letting you rest your head on him.

You stretched your body and nuzzled into him. The feeling of his light chest hair on your cheek brought you back to the present. It wasn’t until then you realized you moaned his name and not Sir. Your eyes drifted up to his soft blue ones that looked down at you in love. “I just realized what I called you moments ago.”

Andy lightly chuckled, “I’m not worried about it sweetheart. As long as it’s my name on your lips that’s all that matters.” He planted a kiss on your forehead before you snuggled back into him. “Get some sleep my love, you’re gonna need your energy for round two.”

Your fingers traced light circles around the tattoo of your name over his heart. “Did you mean what you said?” Andy’s eyebrow quirked, clearly confused by your question. A smile broke out on your face as you spoke, “about wanting to put a baby in me?”

‘Oh, that’ he thought. Andy smiled down at you. “Of course, I would love to have a kid with you. It lets all those guys know you’re mine, including that dickwad Ari.”

A smile pulled at your lips at the thought of Andy taking you again and again until you got pregnant. You loved this possessive side of him and loved to press his buttons, knowing fully what your nights would entail. “Andy, you should know it’ll always be you that keeps the home fires burning. There’ll be no one else.”

Your eyes closed as you drifted off to sleep while Andy smiled from your confession. He felt the same way and he would always show how much he loved you whether inside or outside of bed. “I know,” he responded as he watched you sleep against him.

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S. Todoroki,, “I’d take the world down for you”

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Shoto Todoroki x Gn!Reader

Word count: 1k+ words

Characters mentioned: Shoto Todoroki & Izuku Midoriya + A few personal OCs.

note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. @izukumidoriyashusband

Edit: Don’t Repost. I have no problem with it being reblogged just don’t repost it anywhere,, please and thank you. <33

tw !! : Aged-up!! College AU, obsessive behavior, stalking, jealousy, bit of angst, manipulation, gaslighting, yandere-like mindset, good ending ??

Summary:

You and Todoroki have been dating for a few months now, but what happens when Todoroki becomes obsessed with you and everything you do? You being you, you think he’s just being clingy. But when he spots you with Izuku Midoriya, it seems like it’s more than that. What have you gotten yourself into?

“I’d burn the world down than see you with someone else.”

—

You were minding your own business, sitting next to one of your closest friends, Mr. Izuku Midoriya. The girls and sometimes the guys fight and argue over him, but he’s merely your best friend. He was there for every heartbreak, when your parents got divorced, and shit, he was there when you were kids.

Nothing has changed between you and Midoriya, even though you started dating Shoto Todoroki.

He was one of the top kids at your college.

Mr. Popular is what they call him, despite Shoto not liking most people there. Something about you had him wrapped around your finger.

You were sitting very with your gray sweatpants on and a black hoodie that belonged to Todoroki.

It had the words “Shoto Todoroki, 03” on the back, almost like a letterman’s jacket.

You and Izuku were playfully going back and forth about whose mom cooks the best food. Your hand mistakenly landed on his thigh as you bent over slightly while laughing.

Izuku’s face was coated with a faint red tint, but you didn’t catch that.

It didn’t stop Todoroki from seeing it although. He was across the room, sitting with the few friends he did make.

He noticed your hand touch his thigh, he noticed the blush, and he noticed how shy Izuku got after that.

His hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.

Todoroki got up from the seat with his friends and walked over to you. He shot Izuku a glare. The look on his face made you separate from Izuku.

“Shoto, you alright?” You look up at him, concern in your eyes as he does nothing but grab you, dragging you out of lecture hall.

“Shoto, can you slow down?” You pull away from him, snatching your wrist back.

You stumble a bit but you become stable once again. “What's your problem?”

“What’s my problem? You’re practically eye-fucking Midoriya in Lecture hall?”

“Eye-fucking?”

“You heard me.”

“Shoto, I don’t know where this is coming from but I haven’t done anything,” you huff, not understanding where this came from.

“I saw it all. The laughing, him blushing because you touched his thigh, and you pretending to be so oblivious,” He hisses at you.

It hurts your heart when he’s so aggressive with you.

“Listen, I understand you have been hurt before but I haven’t done shit to you,” you spit back at him.

Oh, how you would swallow those words.

“You haven’t? The ignoring me for Izuku. You pretend like I don’t exist.”

He has to spin this. Even though you’re always with Shoto, he knows how to make you feel bad.

“You are always with him. All you do is hurt me. Am I not good enough for you? Do you hate me?” Shoto’s voice breaks down as he looks at you. He begins to cry and your heart breaks into pieces.

“Shoto…”

“If you wanna be with him, be with him. I won’t stop you.”

Shoto walks away from you, despite your calls and begs. He leaves you there feeling broken and upset.

—

Shoto knows that you’re broken without him. Of course, he knows. He watches your every move. He watched from your window as you cried into your pillow. He recorded your phone calls in the school courtyard with your best friend about how much you miss him.

Hearing you suffer over him makes his heart pound.

‘They love me so much..,’ he thinks to himself.

Shoto Todoroki has stolen clothes from your dorm, pens that you have chewed on, and even coffee cups you had drank out of and thrown away. He misses you and your scent.

One day, Shoto heads to your dorm. He knocks very lightly as you open it.

Your eyes hung low, puffy from crying.

Your hair was a mess.

You were wearing his shirt and a pair of shorts.

‘They’ll never stop loving me.’

“Can I come in?” Shoto speaks quietly as you look at him with tired eyes, stepping aside for him to walk inside. He takes his shoes off at the door and then comes inside. He uses his foot to kick the door shut behind him.

You were always a clean freak but your dorm didn’t look so clean today. Frankly, it looked like a pig sty.

“Listen-”

“Listen-”

You both started, sharing a chuckle together. Shoto lets you go first.

You take a deep breath, “Shoto. I have loved you for so long and I would never dare to look at anyone the way I look at you. Never. You are someone I see myself spending my life with and..” Your voice breaks down mid-sentence, tears welling up in your eyes.

“And I will always love you.”

Shoto smiles brightly and opens his arms for you.

You readily jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

‘Y/N smells so good.’

“I’m so glad you understand. You hurt me so bad. Please never do it again.”

“I won’t. God, I won’t.” You repeat over and over as you think to yourself.

‘I am so glad to have him.’ Your face was buried in his neck, you missed the complete smug look on his face.

‘What an idiot.’ Shoto thinks to himself, holding you tighter.

“I’d burn the world down than see you with someone else.” He whispers into your ear.

edit: Forgot to mention the Ocs.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Sliding Into Home ~ Fastballs and Fiancés

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: You Were Enough; You Are Everything

Main Masterlist ~Sliding Into Home Masterlist

Arizona in the spring is amazing for baseball.  The air was dry, the crowd was loud.  Frank loved spring training.  Nothing counted but everything mattered.  He tapped his bat against his boot and took his stance.  The opposing pitcher from the Brewers took his stance as well.  Frank could see it, a twitch in his eye, a tell.  Frank anticipated the pitch to be low and away.  

Sure enough, Frank saw the pitch and his bat made it around, hitting the ball into deep center, just out of the reach of the other team.  He made it to first and rounded to second.  He stops and smiles as the crowd cheers. He stands on base as he pulls his batting glove off, stuffing it into his back pocket.  He chats with the second baseman, joking around.  He’s in his happy place, the game, where all the personal shit doesn’t touch him.  

In the quiet roar of the fans in the crowd, he can hear one distinct set of voices. “Go Adler Go!” 

He looks around and smiles.  Mary and Scott finally made it to Arizona for the weekend and are sitting right behind the dugout. He waves at his little girl, and she beams.  At least today she’s happy, he thought to himself.  He thought back to the shit show of a couple of days ago when he was getting ready to leave.  

Three days before – Dodger Stadium   “Mary, just give me a minute to grab my kit, ok? I know you are ready for me to leave you with Scott so he can spoil you but ya still have ta drop me at the airport.”   “Scott doesn’t spoil me,” she replied as she swung around on his arm.   “And I’m the queen of England,” he replied.    Mary frowned. “You’re not. That’s a lie.”   “So is the statement that Scott doesn’t spoil you,” he sassed back. “It's called sarcasm.”  He stopped because Mary stopped.  “Nugget?” He looked up to see Abby frozen in front of him.  “Abby.”   “Uh, hi.” She tucked her hair back that had escaped her bun. “Mary?” Frank nodded.  “She’s so big,” she whispered.    Mary tugged on Frank, and he kneeled down.  “I want to go,” she said with a tremble. “I don’t want to talk to her.”   “Mary...”  “NO!”  Frank scooped up Mary in his arms as she buried her face in his neck. “I’m sorry, I just needed something for the trip... yeah... see you later.”  He walked away as he felt the wetness on his shoulder. “Mary, c’mon take a breath.”   “Why is she here? I thought she left,” Mary sobbed.   “She works here, Nugget.” He sighed, “I didn’t want to tell you yet because... because I don’t know how to deal with it myself.” He continued to hold her as he walked into the locker room. “I’m sorry Nugget.”   “It’s ok,” she sniffled. “Do you still love her?”  Frank choked up but cleared his throat. He remained honest. “I never stopped.”   Abby had remained frozen in her spot as her heart split once again. But this time, it was her own fault.  

Mary was quiet for the ride to the airport and Scott had reported that she had been sullen the rest of the week.  They were only here for the weekend since Mary had school, but he was grateful to see her smile again.  

Frank took a lead off on second, watching to see if the pitcher would make a throw or give him the moment to steal.  Johnny was at bat. Pitcher looks but then sends it flying towards Johnny.  He’s good, recognizing it would be outside and takes the ball, but the catcher isn’t ready, and it goes flying back into the backstop.  Frank races over to third base, stopping just as the ball is thrown towards the third baseman and it goes sailing over.  The third base coach waves him over and Frank makes for home, sliding in and scoring.  He jumps up and high-fives Johnny as he makes it back to the dugout.  

The crowd is loud but all Frank can see is Mary cheering him on. He waves at her before taking a seat and some water.  

Yep, baseball in the spring was always amazing.  

After the game, Frank met with Mary and Scott. “Frank, you were awesome!” 

“Thanks Nug!” He high fives her.  He looked at Scott.  “Everything go ok?” 

“Yeah, flight was fine, and we checked into our room. Mary wanted to go swimming, but I said after dinner.  The pool is heated.”  

“Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem.  We were supposed to have a team dinner, but the restaurant had some issue, who knows.”  

“Yo, Adler!” 

Frank turned to see Johnny walking over, popping that damn gum again. “Sup, Storm. Whatcha need?” 

“I wanted to know who the sweet blonde you were talking to was.”  He flashed a smile towards Mary. “Hello there.” He kneeled in front of Mary.  “I’m Johnny.  The people call me the Human Torch.  The ladies, they call me Torch,” winking at Mary.  

Mary giggled, much to Frank’s chagrin. “Hi,” she said shyly. “I’m Mary.”  

“Mary. What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Johnny smiled. “You look as sweet as strawberry pie. “ 

“Ok,” Frank interrupts. “Back up Storm.” Scott turns to hide his laughter as Johnny flashes his signature smile.  “My niece is nine not nineteen.  And even then...” 

“Just messing with you,” Johnny replies with a shrug. “I heard something about the pool, and I figured since you need to have some fun before you become a grumpy old man, I thought I would offer my services.”  

“Can we Frank? Please?” Mary rounds those blue eyes at him, and he sighs.  

“Fine. But stop flirting with my niece,” he warns Johnny, who raises his hands.  

The group orders food poolside along with some other players on the team.  Johnny is entertaining Mary when the discussion turns to the new team doctor.  “Have you guys seen Dr. Hernandez?” Will Smith, the catcher asks. “She is a dime.  Dark curly hair, that beautiful tan skin...” 

Frank grits his teeth, willing himself to hold his tongue. “If I wasn’t a happily married man,” Max Muncy starts, “I would totally try to hit that.” The men laugh.  

“Adler, you’ve had to do the medical stuff with her,” Will looks at him. “How is she?  Sweet as candy, feisty as a pepper?”  

“I don’t really want to talk about it,” Frank says, draining his beer.  

Scott walks over with a fresh set of beers. “What are we talking about?” 

“The new team doctor,” Will said  

“Oh,” Scott’s face fell as he looked at Frank.  

Max jumps on it. “Wait, you know something.”  

Scott shook his head. “No, I don’t.” 

“You gotta tell us.”  

“No guys, really, that’s a bad idea...” 

“She’s my ex,” Frank says. The table falls silent. The guys look at Frank before Will opens his mouth again.  

“You let that smoke show go?” Scott closes his eyes.  

“Well, when you get drugged, fall asleep in another woman’s bed and have photos taken of you, yeah, you could say I let her go.”  Frank stood up, “no one bothers Abby, you hear me?” 

“Yeah, we hear you,” Max replies.  “Sorry Frank, we had no idea.”  

“It’s ok, I just don’t like to talk about it.  Mary! Time to go.”  

“Aww Frank!” 

“Frank, I can stay and watch her,” Scott says.  

He nods.  “Mary, Scott’s gonna stay.  Please behave.”  He turned and walked away.  He made it back to his room and closed his eyes. Every day it seemed like a new memory was coming to the surface.  

Eight years earlier – draft day  “With the 10th pick, the Boston Red Sox select Frank Adler, first baseman, Boston University.”   Frank smiled and jumped up from his seat. The first thing he did was kiss Abby, cradling her face. “The next adventure,” he whispered to her.   She smiles. “The next adventure.”   Frank hugged his mother and sister before walking to the stage. He smiled as he held his jersey up with the commissioner as the flashes from the camera blinded him.  He was thrilled to be able to stay in Boston so Abby could finish her undergrad and then worry about medical school once his entry contract was over.  After the photos, he went backstage to talk with Boston’s management and then got a call from Mike. “Hey loser!” He greeted him with a smile.   “Congrats man! Can’t believe you made it to the Red Sox. What are they thinking?”  “I know, right.” Frank laughed.  “How’s law school?”  “One more year man, thank god for being in an accelarated program.” Mike hesitated. “I saw you kiss Abby. You finally shoot your shot?”  “Yeah, last night.  I asked her to go with me wherever I went, and she said yes.  This has been the best week of my life.”   “I’m happy for you man.  I gotta get back but I’ll be home next week.”   “Can’t wait to celebrate this with you man. Love you!”  Thinking back on it, Frank hadn’t noticed how weird Mike had sounded. It had been caught up in all the excitement and celebrations.  Abby was by his side the entire time and he was so happy. Especially that night.  That first night, Abby slept in his arms.  Heading back to their hotel room, Frank played with Abby’s fingers, occasionally bringing her hand up to his mouth and nipping at her fingers, making her giggle. As he walked her to her room, he got nervous. As she opened her door, he stopped her.  “Stay with me.”   “What?”  “Stay with me, Cricket.”   “Frankie, I’m...I’m not...”  Frank immediately understood. “Not that Cricket. Not yet. I just want to hold you and make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm gonna play for Boston and I get to kiss the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t want to wake up if this is a dream.” He kissed her palm. “Stay with me, sweetheart.”   Abby stared into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. Eyes that for the last seven years had always been honest, kind and loving. Frank had never hurt her.   “Hold me Frankie because this isn’t just your dream. It’s mine too.”  It was the first night that Frank slept like a baby. Because his dream girl was in his arms and not just in his dreams.  

As morning broke, Frank watched over the sleeping girl in his arms. Mary came back to the room, asleep in Scott’s arms, from the pool.  He took in her blonde locks and the small smattering of freckles.  She looked just like his sister, it almost hurt.  An alarm went off and she started to stir.  “Hey Nugget.”  

“Hey Frank,” she yawned. “Are you leaving?” 

“Not without you.  Team breakfast and then warmups but you can be on the field with me.”  

Mary smiled. “Okay!” 

Today's warmups are fun with the guys taking to Mary.  She has always been chatting.  That and the fact that she had already memorized the stats for each player.  But she always grew shy around Johnny, which caused Frank to roll his eyes.  

“So little Strawberry, want me to show you how to strike out your Uncle?” Johnny offers.  Mary takes his hand, a little too enthusiastically.  Frank took his stance at the plate.  

“Show me what you got, Nug!” 

Upstairs, Abby watched over the field, gaze transfixed on the little blonde.  It hurt her so much when Mary refused to interact with her at the stadium the other day. But she couldn’t fault her.  She had promised Mary that she loved her and would always be there for her.  As she wiped an errant tear away, she felt presence behind her.  “Why are you crying, love?” 

“Nothing.”  

Mike grasped her chin softly and made Abby look at him. “Your eyes are red.”  

Abby sighed. “I saw Mary a couple of days ago and she hates me.  Just seeing how big she is now, nodding towards the field, I missed so much.  She’s not a baby anymore.”  

Mike furrowed his brow. “Why does it matter?” 

“I helped raise her. And I promised...” she tapered off. “It doesn’t matter.”  She continued to look on the field to see Frank being chased now by Johnny with Mary on his shoulders.  She smiled softly at the antics; Frank being pushed to the ground as Mary climbed all over him.  

“Why are you staring at him now?” Mike’s voice was deeper, angrier.  

“I’m not.”  

This time, Mike clutched her upper arm and spun her towards him.  “Don’t fucking lie to me.”  

“Ow, Mike, you’re hurting me.” She tried to get out of his grasp but that just seemed to spurn him on. 

“You are mine, Abigail.” When she tried to pull away again, he gripped her tighter around her arm and then pinched her chin to keep her face on his.  “I was there for you, I took care of you, so don’t look at another man again.  Do you hear me?”  She nodded, eyes wide with fear.  “Answer me!” 

“Yes, Mike,” she whispered.  

He relaxed his hold on her.  “Good girl. I’ll see you later.” He kissed her forehead roughly before heading out.  He turned back to see a stray tear. “I love you, beautiful.”  

After Mike left, Abby looked down at her arm.  His handprint was red on her skin. It was going to bruise, she thought. She pulled on her cardigan. Mike had never been aggressive with her before.  She hoped it was just a one-time thing.  She took one more look at the field.  

And saw a pair of ocean blues looking back at her.  Had he seen? Abby walked away from the window and went back to her hotel.  

And cried. Mourning her relationship with Frank, with Mary.  

She hated this new adventure.  

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The demon brothers playing windtrace

This is in honour of that one player that recognized my signature as an Obey Me reference when I was hunter. If you happen to come across this, I was that one Diluc at the Dawn Winery

Reposting this BECAUSE I JUST GOT OUT OF BEING SHADOWBANNED.

Lucifer

Hands down best hunter out of all of them. Everyone is doomed when he is hunter.

The match doesn’t last longer than 40 seconds.

The others swear he can smell their fear, it’s not even funny.

He usually plays as Zhongli. They share the same vibes so I can see him going for the old man.

I also see him using the Raiden Shogun just for the fact that she is terrifying for the others.

One the other hand, he sucks at hiding. Not the worst out of his brothers but he is still not good.

His hiding places are decent, but when running away he gets stuck on the walls a lot.

Weirdly enough he doesn’t get stuck as a hunter.

Has a tendency jumpscare his brothers by appearing out of nowhere

Mammon

Not the best at hiding as a rebel but he rarelu gets caught cause he is good at running from the hunter.

Always and I mean ALWAYS goes for the favor. Does he get it? Not always, but he always tries.

He has a hard time finding the others unless he uses the favor. He is fucking blind.

Never looks up, passes right by the others cause he didn’t bother to check some weirdly placed objects.

But once he does it’s over for the others. He gives Lucifer a run for his money with how much he scares the others when he runs after them.

He uses Childe and Itto the most. He finds them fun and they look cool. That’s his whole resoning.

I might be controversial on this one, but I see him using Diluc and Ningguang just cause they are known as the richest people in Teyvat.

He gets too cocky towards the end of the match if the think he is winning and will start bragging about how he is the best…that often leads to him losing.

Leviathan

TRY HARD. He takes it way to seriously as both a hunter and a rebel. He fucking screams when he loses.

He has past experience because windtrace is bassicaly prop hunt, and genshin isn’t the only game with that sort of thing.

He has strategies for every map for every situations. Where to run, where to hide, where to take cover. Where to check for hidden rebels.

He choses his character depending on the map and what others chose since he wants to be ‘lore accurate’, in his words.

He tries to only play as tall characters when he is hunter because they are better when chasing the rebels, but sometimes being more 'lore accurate’ matters more.

Gives a whole speech on how he will for his fallen team mates every time he is the sole survivor.

He is annoying to catch as a rebel because he always goes for the high places only to jump and use invisibility so the hunter loses sight of him…and then goes and climb a high place again.

He gets so annoying if he wins. He treats it like it was only natural for him to win.

Satan

Takes it pretty seriously. Nowhere near Levi’s level tho.

He tries to hide how seriously he takes it bacause it’s just a game, but everyone can feel how annoyed he gets as the game goes on.

Tries to match the characters with the backround of the map. The map is green? Tighnari, Xiao, Collei are used.

He think it will help him blend better with the map so the hunter will have a harder time seeing him.

If there is a map where he can’t use that strategy, he tries to use a taller character. His go to was Zhongliat first…until he saw that Zhongli was Lucifer’s go to.

He tried using Lisa because she is a librarian…until he started to climb walls and heard her. He ends up settling on Xiao

Levi refuses to tell him that a lot of people see Xiao as Zhongli’s son.

He is pretty avarage as a hunter. He is pretty observant, and he actually looks up to see if people are hinding in trees and stuff. His problem is that he sometimes gets so caught up in difficult hinding spots that he ignores the more obvious ones and he feels so fuckig stupid when he realises his mistake.

He has well thought out hiding spots, but they are pretty hard to come out of, so if the hunter sees him he has a hard time getting away from them.

Asmodeus

He picks whatever character he thinks is the best looking. He usually picks Kaeya, Lisa, Miko and Ayato.

He keeps running into walls as both hunter and rebel.

He somehow always has the luck to hide near where the favor spawns. It drives the others insane becase he just moves a bit and the favor is his.

He gets distracted by his devilgram account a lot when he is rebel and stays hidden in his spot for too long. Because of that he often gets jumpscared by his brothers when they go to catch him.

Tries to talk his way out of getting captured but it never works.

When he first started to play he refused to transform into objects cause in his words 'His characters are too pretty for that’

To his credit, he learned how to survive without a disguise pretty well, so he doesn’t rely on it too much.

He loses track of his brothers pretty fast when he is hunter which frustrates him to no end. His luck with being where the favor spawns is his saving grace when he is hunter.

Beelzebub

Scarily observant as a hunter. He sees the smallest movement his brothers make and goes after them in the same second.

Plays as either Xianling, Razor or Itto. He likes Xiangling because she is a cook, Razor because he cares about his family and Itto…well because he is Itto.

As a rebel he has a tendency to hide in the most obvious places possible and in a way it works a lot of the time. Due to how obvious that spot is, his brothers tend to go right past him.

He tries to distract the hunter if they are chasing after Belphie.

When he is rebel and sits in his hiding spot for too long he gets hungry and starts eating. Because of that he doesn’t have enough time to run.

He has the worst luck when it comes to getting the favor. It always spawns in the oposite side of the map from where he is.

Despite not getting the favor he still wins a fair amount of times. He always catches the person that took the favor first too.

Because of that his brothers became hesitant to go take the favor.

Belphie is spared 100% of the time. He never goes after him as hunter.

Belphegor

Little shit. Is the most annoying rebel to catch ever. He goes to the places that are the hardest to reach only to dissapear before the hunter gets there.

He is smart and lazy so he often finds the places that require the least amount of effort to get in and run away from.

He is pretty good at getting into hard to reach spots, so an easy hiding place for him to get in, is hell for a hunter to reach.

Fell a few times asleep while playing because the hunter never found him.

He sometimes lets himself be caught by Lucifer only to place beacons right in front of him so his vision gets limited.

Never goes after Beel when he is hunter.

Pretty lazy as a hunter ngl. He tries to chase after rebels as little as possible unless it’s Lucifer. He relies on shortcuts and on confusing the rebels in order to catch them.

Really good at guessing if an object from the map is an actual object or a player in disguise, it’s like a sixth sense to him.

[satellite-evans]

hi can I request what would happen if chris and y/n went to the Oscars and maybe y/n felt a little anxious about it ... I hope this is OK thanks Angela 😊

Be you

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: The only cure for your anxiety : Chris Evans.

Word count: 2.095 words

Warnings: anxiety, insecurity, Zendaya being a queen, Fluff

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“Honey, are you ready yet?”

You weren’t. At least not mentally, but that wasn’t what Chris was possibly asking or thinking about. He wasn’t thinking at all when he asked you to be his date to the Oscars.

Blaming him would be childish, since you are his girlfriend and it’s the most normal thing in the world to ask you to be his date. There was no act of force, either. You could’ve easily said no. But you didn’t, because you were stubborn like that.

Your stubbornness was the reason for your anxiety now.

“Uh Chris, gimme a couple of minutes!”

You scoffed, like a couple of minutes could cure your heartbeat and the fact that your hands were shaking so hard that it looked like there was an earthquake. Why did you say yes? You were going to go there, everyone was going to laugh at you for being ugly, Chris was going to see it too and dump you and you would be back to zero in your life.

Just when you thought of escaping through the window, just like Rachel did in Friends, Chris walked in the bathroom.

“God, honey, look at you. The prettiest woman I have ever seen. Are you nervous about going with me to the Oscars?”

While Chris was waiting for an answer to his question, you were wondering how soft his velvet suit would feel. He looked insanely sexy and you couldn’t believe he was all yours.

“Uh, you okay there Y/N?”

Instead of saying ‘no Chris I’m actually nervous, I don’t want to go I’m going to have a panic attack’ you said : “Pfft, you kidding? I’m totally fine. Let’s go. I am so excited.”

Yep, you were going to die tonight.

“Chris, over here, man! Look this way!”

You had never seen so many cameras together in your whole life. Flashing lights, celebrities who were posing, interviewers with their questions. It all made too much noise inside your brain. Every click sound of your camera made you flinch more.

Chris, noticing you getting uncomfortable, hugged you tighter and started giving you kisses on your forehead.

“Just be you, baby, just be you.” Whispering this in your ear was a great idea to Chris, but it was actually one of the worst. You didn’t want to be yourself because everyone would hate on you. Faking that you were okay was the best scenario for you, and for Chris. This way Chris could enjoy his night and you wouldn’t embarrass him.

Chris spotted Zendaya and Andrew Garfield and walked towards them, knowing that Zendaya could comfort you in a way he couldn’t. He knew you weren’t fine, and that you were lying to him. He saw it on your face. Your lips quivered, and your eyes were not shining when you smiled like they always did.

He hated it, but he knew. He was the reason for your anxiety. Chris couldn’t imagine going to events without you by his side.

“Omg, hey girl, how are you?” Zendaya embraced you in a hug while Chris and Andrew greeted each other with a handshake.

“I’m good. Thanks for asking. Where is Tom?” You prayed to the lord that Zendaya wouldn’t notice your anxiety. Because if she did, that meant that Chris did too and you’ve been lying for nothing.

“Oh, you know him. He doesn’t like red carpets, makes him extremely nervous. Speaking of, how are you holding up? Are you okay? You look a little tense.”

Not having the power to lie anymore, you told your best friend the truth.

“I’m freaking out and think I’m gonna have an anxiety attack. I can’t handle all the cameras on me. The fact that Chris is happy is killing me because I don’t want to ruin that a-"

“Hey hey, calm down, okay? Take a deep breath. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” She turned to where Chris and Andrew were still talking, and gave Chris a sign that the two of you were going.

“Chris, Y/N and I are going to the bathroom real quick. We’ll catch up with you guys later, okay?”

You tried to give one of your best fake smiles to show him that everything was okay. Why couldn’t you be honest with your own boyfriend? Chris just nodded and walked toward you to give a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll see you later, okay? I love you so much baby, you do not know how much.” Scenting his smell was like taking a hot shower on a hard day. Your body relaxed completely, and you finally took a deep breath without shaking. He took off with Andrew while you and Zendaya went to the bathroom.

“ I could tell you to wash your face, but your makeup looks too good for that.” That was the first time you’ve actually smiled that night without faking it. Zendaya always knew how to cure your anxiety, even before you and Chris met.

“Tell me what’s going on in your head right now Y/N, walk me through it.” Lookin at her face, you saw she was concerned for you. After taking a deep breath, you told her everything. How scared you were that Chris was going to leave you. The scare you had that people would judge you and your outfit, basically everything that was going in circles in your head right now. Telling her your problems was always easy since she listened to you without judging.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Z. The only time I felt relaxed tonight was when I smelled Chris’ scent. How do you guys do it? Tell me how you can just stand there looking like a goddess when thousands of cameras are taking pictures of you without feeling nauseous.” How the hell was are you going to support Chris in the media world when you can’t even survive in it?

“You know what I understand from what you just told me? That Chris was your only person who helped you in this entire case. You don’t have to be here Y/N. Tell him you don’t want to go to these events. I mean, look at Tom, he doesn’t wanna go since it makes him nervous. I’m not forcing him just because he’s my boyfriend. Instead, I respect his choice and feel grateful that he trusts me enough to share his emotions with me. Communicate with him. That’s the key here. And don’t tell me about that ‘I have to support him’ crap, cuz there are other ways to support him. Believe in his dreams, show that you love him. I don’t know repost the trailers of his new movies and tell how proud you are. But please, talk to him. It’s gonna make you feel so much better. Girl, what are you gonna do when he smells awful one day, huh?”

The both of you were laughing at the joke. The difference was that you had tears in your eyes and she didn’t. Zendaya was totally right. The only thing that you should’ve done was to communicate with Chris and tell him you don’t want to go to big events. He would understand, he always did. Not believing in your own stupidity, you gave Zendaya a big hug. Or at least tried, since she was extremely taller than you.

“Thank you for your encourage, Z. You’re right, I have to talk to him. And damn girl, that was a wonderful speech. Made me want to thank my makeup artist for using waterproof mascara.”

Smiling once again, she broke the hug and gave you a look that you saw many times before.

“Now talk to your man before I make you, go! I have to fix my lip gloss. But if you don't, I know where to find you and talk to Chris myself!"

When you left the bathroom, Chris was standing there looking at his phone.

“Chris, where is Andrew? Were you waiting for me?”

Looking up from his phone, he gave you one of his biggest smiles that made you melt like an ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Oh, Andrew went inside already. I wanted to wait for you. Are you okay, honey? You looked different the whole night and I don’t know why. Talk to me, baby, please.”

Reminding yourself about Zendaya’s wise words, you talked to him about your feelings.

“Chris, you know I love you, right? I’ll support every decision you make and follow you to the end. But these events, I can’t do this anymore. Every click of a camera makes me flinch. I hate the fact that people are looking at us and thinking that I’m ugly and not worthy of your love. And yes, I should’ve said no when you asked me, but I couldn’t. You look so happy and excited every time I say yes, disappointing you is the last thing I want to do in this world. Accept my apology for not coming to you and explain my feelings sooner. And thank Zendaya, since it was her idea.”

This was the third time you didn’t fake your smile the entire night. And the second time that Chris’ smile melted you instantly.

“Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. You don’t know how much that means to me. You think I love these kinds of events? I hate them so much. The only reason I get excited when you say yes is the fact that your scent calms me down and is the cure to my anxiety. When you stand next to me, looking like an angel from heaven that blessed me with their presence, it makes me the proudest person in the world. You know why? Because you chose me, honey. You chose me to love, to support, to hold. Can you believe how incredibly lucky is that I am the chosen one? Your name is in every prayer of mine, Y/N. So if you don’t want to go to an event, tell me. I want to be the last person on earth to make you feel anxious. Don’t be another person for me. Be you, baby. That’s all I want.”

The second speech of the night that made you cry. Your makeup artist was going to have a big raise after this.

“You and you poetic words, Evans. How can you say those things without practicing them?”

Taking you in a hug and smelling your scent, Chris whispered in your ear so gently that you got goosebumps.

“Because I love you, baby. You’re my muse. My definition of love. Let’s get out of here. What do you say?”

Looking deep in his eyes, the two of you enjoyed each other's presence. His poison and cure was you and your poison and cure was him. You wished that the world could see how much you loved Chris. But the world didn’t matter right now. He did.

“Actually, I want to see if Andrew is going to win the Oscar. I want to be there for him.”

Giving you a look, Chris wanted to make sure you were okay with staying.

“I wanna stay, we can go after they announce best actor. Plus, my anxiety is much better right now and I want to sit down because my heels are killing me.”

Taking your hand in his, the two of you walked inside the enormous hall. While he was searching for your seats, you were looking at the celebrities. There were so many celebrities gathered together, it freaked you over once again.

After sitting at the right places, Chris looked at you with a concern.

“You sure you want to stay? I’m sure that Andrew won’t mind if we’re not here when he wins.”

You pressed your lips to his, sharing the same breath. You put your hands on his thigh and neck, while he hugged you closer to him. after a couple of seconds, he released you with a proud smile.

“I am completely fine. Your scent certainly helps me calm. Just stay with me and everything will be fine.”

Kissing you once again, Chris couldn’t be happier with you. He felt lucky that you shared your feelings with him and promised himself something at that moment. He would never take you to this sort of events and would not go himself other than his own movie premiers.

“Whatever you say, honey, I support every decision you make. I love you so much."

"Oh look, Chris Rock is on stage. Looks like we're gonna have a good time."

[navybrat817]

Eternal Brand

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Being Bucky and Steve's best girl should feel easy, if only your mind and emotions agreed. Word Count: Over 4.2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, slight angst, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)

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The morning after the barbeque, you woke up feeling comfortable… but cold. Being in bed alone was a foreign feeling to you now. You wanted to feel warm hands and gentle breaths against your skin as you opened your eyes. Your boys were early risers though, even after the long nights of fun.

You stretched a little as you got up, grabbing and slipping on the t-shirt that was waiting for you. Your feet softly padded across the floor as you went to quickly brush your teeth. The place was quiet as you left the bathroom and you wondered for a moment if they were running errands before work. You stopped when you spotted one of your boyfriends, not wanting to disturb him when you saw what he was doing.

Steve was deep in concentration as he sat at the table, focused on the sketch pad in front of him. You watched his hand move along the paper, slowly and steadily. Taking a few steps forward, you almost faltered when you caught a glimpse of what he was drawing. It was… you. 

He told a story in a simple sketch, much like the tattoos he and Bucky put such care into creating. The way he captured you didn't just make you look striking and expressive. It made you look… like the person you wanted to be. Then it hit you that he already saw you that way. Because the drawing was a reflection through his eyes. 

You didn't realize he was saying your name until he reached out to touch your arm, making you jump. 

“Morning,” he said with a chuckle.

"Morning,” you smiled. “Where’s Bucky?”

“He had to meet up with Nat, but he’ll be back soon. I thought I’d get some sketching in while you slept," he said, scooting his chair back and patting his thigh for you to sit. You leaned into him as you sat down, your eyes drifting back to the drawing. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you said honestly.

"You are beautiful," he told you, kissing your shoulder. "I just draw what I see."

You had to smile at the compliment, even as you wanted to protest that you weren't. Were you always so self-deprecating? "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," he answered, giving your shoulder another kiss. 

"How does someone go from being engaged to sharing someone with their best friend?" 

You did your best to keep your voice gentle. It wasn't a question of judgment. You just wanted to know since the two types of relationships were so different. 

“I was waiting for you to ask me that.”

“You were?” 

“It was bound to come up and I think it’s good for us to talk about,” he replied, running his hand along your hip. “Peggy and I took things slow in the beginning when we dated. I thought I wanted something traditional with her. The house, the white picket fence, a ring on her finger.”

You looked at him for a moment, unsure of what to say. Were you not the kind of person people wanted to settle down with? “What happened?” you finally asked, running your fingers through his hair. He looked lost in thought, like the memories haunted him.

"I did love Peggy… but she loved the idea of me. It makes you doubt a lot of things when someone doesn't want you for you at the end of the day," he said. 

"Steve…" you whispered. Love was about accepting someone at their best and worst and who they were at their core.

"That doesn't make her a bad person, but it did make her the wrong one for me. When I stopped ignoring what was wrong with our relationship, I broke it off. Ending things hurt, but it was the right decision."

"That still had to be difficult," you said, wondering how often he talked about this, if at all. Even if he wasn't meant to be with Peggy, letting go had to be painful. It was good that he didn't settle though, only to end up unhappier down the road.

"It was," he confirmed. "I didn't want to date for awhile. Not until I figured myself out and where things went wrong. Because it wasn’t all her. I realized that I wanted a life with someone, but I also wanted a foundation built on complete trust and respect. And I wanted someone I could connect with emotionally as well as intimately. Bucky didn’t go through what I did, but he wanted the same thing. At the end of the day, we just wanted someone who got us.”

“And that was me?” you asked, as if it wasn’t an obvious answer.

“Yes,” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “Bucky came home one day and wouldn't stop talking about you. I never heard him talk about anyone like that."

Heat flooded your cheeks. "That's really sweet."

"I didn’t expect to fall for you… not when I knew how he felt. But you are so kind and warm. It felt wrong to like you when my best friend did, too, but… you made it so easy to imagine being happy," he told you, your heart skipping a beat. "And he caught on. The two of us walked on eggshells around each other for a bit because neither of us wanted the other to get hurt. Once we finally stopped and addressed it, we were able to figure it out together. It was like the fog cleared.”

You tried to imagine that conversation between them… realizing that they liked the same person. And finding a way to make it work. “So you two really are happy with this?" you asked. "With me?" was unspoken.

Steve's smile was soft, but his eyes held that determination you admired. "The happiest I can remember in a long time, sweetheart."

You gently kissed him, his words soothing the ache you didn't realize was there. "I'm still sorry you had to go through that," you swore, touching his cheek.  

He placed his hand over yours, gazing at you with a kind of softness that made your chest tighten. "That right there… your compassion. That was one of the reasons we both fell for you."

"I'm just-"

"-You. You're you."

You lightly traced one of the tattoos on his neck with your fingertip. "I cared about you before we started this. It's easy to say it was a crush and I tried to convince myself that was all it was, but it was much more than that and… doesn't this scare you?"

The feelings you had scared you a little and you hadn't fully admitted to them how you felt. Because what if they didn't feel the same way? Could you handle that kind of rejection? 

"Of course, it does. Opening yourself up is one of the scariest things imaginable. But Buck and I didn't do this on a whim. We had a few long talks before we pursued this. This isn't something we would do with just anyone," he swore, holding you tight when you tried to pull away. "We know it's unconventional, but we still want to build something with you because we lo… We care about you, too."

The pressure in your chest grew. Was he about to say "love"? You swore Bucky almost said it, too. The three of you were dancing around it. Maybe because of the stubborn voice in your head telling you it was still too soon, even if you were all in. It would have been easy to write your feelings off as lust if not for the pain in your heart at the thought of letting them go.

And… love didn't have a timeline. So why did you have to abide by rules that you never put in place?

A knock on the doorframe tore your gaze away before you could answer. "Bucky…" you whispered. How long had he been standing there?

His smile was almost carefree as he gazed at you, holding a drink in his hand. "Are you scared, doll?" he asked gently as he walked toward you. He clearly heard part of the conversation. "Do we scare you?"

"I'm not scared of you two," you promised as Bucky pressed his lips to the top of your head and set the drink on the table. He surprised you by taking your hand, his thumb brushing over your ring finger. 

"I'm scared sometimes," he admitted, surprising you. "I feel like I'm still dreaming that you want us and that one day I'll wake up and you'll not want me anymore."

"Bucky… Why wouldn't I want you?" you questioned, glancing at Steve for a moment. Had you done or said something to make him believe that?

"When I lost my arm…" he paused, glancing at his metal fingers. "I wasn't myself for a long time. The stares I got from people… the nightmares… it shattered a part of my confidence. It took a long time to rebuild it."

"But you did," Steve said proudly. And that made you feel proud.

Bucky smiled to himself. "Some nights were still bad. I went for a jog one morning after I couldn't sleep and I passed your way. I felt so angry and you…" he said, his fingers curling a bit. "You just smiled at me. It was so genuine and open and I just… breathed out the pain. I didn't know a smile could make me do that."

Tears filled your eyes. You didn't expect the depth of this conversation with the two of them when you woke up today. But you opened the floodgate. You could only let the tide sweep you up. 

"I came home and I told this punk all about it. I had to know more about you," he said, wiping away a tear that fell. "I was yours before you even knew it. And the moment Steve let himself go, he was yours, too."

You hiccuped, trying hard not to burst into tears. These two kept working their way into your heart. Your simple actions made them feel like they were worthy of something more. You were just… being you. 

"So, Steve's right… you're the only one we want. And we want to build something with you if you'll let us."

Uncaring of the awkward angle, you reached out to hug him. Your other arm went around Steve's shoulders, pulling him close. You openly cried at that point, feeling both of them bury their faces in your neck. You wished you could tell off anyone who ever made Bucky feel inferior. You wanted to snap at Peggy for making Steve doubt himself. You wanted to shield them from every hurt in the world.

"I don't ever… want either of you to doubt my want for you. And I want you exactly as you are," you whispered as you tried to collect yourself. You felt a deeper level of respect for them than you had before. "Thank you for giving me a chance to show you that. And thank you for talking to me."

"Thank you," Steve whispered, lifting his head to kiss your tears away. Bucky did the same on the other side. You felt a bit spoiled when they were the ones who opened up.

"And thank you for indulging me in this conversation when I have had no caffeine," you teased to cover up the giddy feeling that bubbled in your throat at their attention, wiping the remainder of the tears from your eyes.

"Got you covered," Bucky smiled, nodding to the drink on the table. You swore his eyes looked a little misty, too.

"Where's mine?" Steve joked.

You laughed when Bucky sat in his chair and pointed at the coffee maker on the counter. "That’s beautiful, punk,” he said, nodding to the sketch.

"I should frame it," Steve suggested.

"No, don’t do that," you said, reaching for the drink and taking a sip with a happy moan. Caffeine was your friend. “Crying was not on my list of things to do today.”

“Can we make it up to you?” Steve asked as you took another sip.

“You have nothing to make up for. It wasn’t your fault I got sappy.”

Bucky smirked a little as he leaned back in his seat. “I can think of something.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Does it have anything to do with our conversation in the pool?”

"Jesus. Here we go," Steve mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"But, doll…" Bucky groaned. 

You smothered your laugh with another sip of your drink. Since you suggested that they could… ruin all of your holes, Bucky spent a good chunk of the night reminding you. As much as you wanted to… God, you wanted to, your body told you to get some rest. 

"We still have a couple of hours before we have to open the shop," Bucky said hopefully. His puppy dog eyes almost resembled his best friend's.

"Buck, you're like a dog with a bone," Steve chuckled, even as he pulled you closer in his lap. “You know Nat recorded you on your knees begging. I’m pretty sure Thor was laughing in the background.”

“Proof that I have no shame getting on my knees to beg for you.”

“I think you two are trying to distract me with sex. You know that’s not all that I want, right?”

“We know that,” Bucky swore as his hand slid higher. “And that’s not all that we want, even when I act like a ‘dog with a bone’.”

You looked at him, realizing that the wound he opened wasn’t closed. These men continued to open up parts of themselves that you somehow had the keys to. They lowered their walls because you asked. Maybe they needed to distract themselves as much as they distracted you. "I don't know. I look awful right now," you teased.

"You look gorgeous," the brunette argued, placing his hand on your thigh.

"You can't dick me down until I finish my drink," you smirked, taking a slow, deliberate sip. 

Steve groaned this time. "I think you really do enjoy teasing us because you know it drives us crazy."

Each sip was torturous, Bucky’s hand slipping under the shirt as Steve kissed the back of your neck. Yes, you wanted to tease them. You also wanted to calm the emotional storm brewing inside. It felt like hours passed when you finished it, slipping off of the blonde’s lap and pushing the brunette’s hand away. 

“What are you-”

You whirled around and sprinted toward the bedroom, giggling when you heard the distinct sound of their chairs scraping the floor. You wondered which one would catch you first as you got close to the open door. A strong hand gripped your wrist before you could make it in, making you gasp as you were spun and pressed against the wall.

Steve framed your face, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. You could only whimper as he licked into your mouth, holding on as he devoured you. Gripping his hair, you felt him moan against your tongue. You could practically taste it. 

“You gonna let us have you?” Bucky asked from beside you, his breath tickling the sensitive skin under your ear. 

“Yes,” you exhaled when Steve let you breathe.

Clothes were discarded, forgotten, as you were pulled toward the bed. The frenzy between the three of you felt stronger, which you didn’t think was possible. There was hunger and possessiveness as they ran their hands along your body, but there was that adoration that they deemed you worthy of. 

“Need you so much, doll,” Bucky whispered, his metal fingers pinching your nipple as Steve’s mouth latched onto the other. You truly didn’t know how you survived them. Maybe you were reborn each time. 

“So much,” Steve whispered, swirling his tongue as he looked up at you.

Your breasts ached with delight from their touch, feeling your core practically pulsating with eagerness. Your pussy was greedy and needed to be filled. But after last night and that talk… you wanted to feel owned in every way.

“I want you both to fuck me,” you sighed. They groaned in sync as they pressed closer, your excitement palpable. “And, Bucky, since you begged so nicely...”

The light growl against your skin made you shiver before he pulled away to grab something from the drawer. It gave Steve time to switch to your other nipple, making you grip his hair. Bucky fumbled around before finding the bottle of lube he was looking for. Before he could open it, you stopped him.

“Wait,” you whispered, making him pause immediately. “I want Steve to open me up.”

Steve lifted his head, a surprised look on his face, while Bucky smirked. “You heard her, punk. Open her up nicely for me.”

Bucky did take a moment to pour a generous amount into his hand before handing it to Steve. You were distracted for a moment as he stroked himself. God, how were you going to take him?

“We’ll be gentle,” Steve promised as he sensed your nervousness. It began to fade as he moved behind you. Neither of them would hurt you.

“And if it’s too much, we’ll stop,” Bucky added, tenderly kissing you as you felt something wet against your tight hole. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just tell me if it isn’t,” he soothed as he circled the tight muscle, the blunt pressure making you gasp once he slowly pressed a finger in. It felt strange. You never trusted anyone enough to have that part of you, but no one else out there was Steve or Bucky. 

“Breathe, doll. You have to breathe,” Bucky whispered, pressing his forehead to yours as he helped spread your legs wider. You felt your breath catch when he slid a finger across your clit, the sensation of both men touching you so intimately making you see sparks behind your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Steve rasped as he was knuckle deep. The next breath you let out was close to a whine when he began to push another in. “You’re gonna strangle Bucky’s dick with your hole, aren’t you? Will you do the same to me? Will you let me?”

“Yes,” you whined as Bucky began to rub your bundle of nerves, his lips gently moving across your jaw. You were shocked you didn’t drip on the sheets from how wet you were.

“Gonna be so full of us, aren’t you? Let us ruin you just like you promised,” Bucky said as you nodded. The dull pressure began to fade into something more pleasurable.  

“Can you take another?” Steve asked as he teased the tip of his third finger, his lips at your ear. He sounded as strained as you felt. It burned a bit and you felt full already, but they once again seemed to know your body better than you did.

“Go slow,” you urged. As eager as you were, you couldn’t just take. Not yet. But as he spread his fingers, you began to slowly rock your hips. The motion made you take them in more as he opened you up. Neither of them rushed you, letting you be in control until you whined. You felt empty because it wasn’t enough.

“There you go, sweetheart. Fuck, I wish you could see how you’re sucking me back in. You ready for his cock?”

“Use your words, doll,” Bucky said as he slid his hand down, feeling how soaked your lips were. He rubbed you once, twice, before he pulled away. “You ready for us?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, almost crying when Steve took his fingers out one-by-one. He gently maneuvered you so you were facing him again. Gazing into his eyes, you grasped the base of his cock. “Please, I’m ready for both of you.”

Bucky kissed beneath your ear as you felt the blunt head of his cock press against your hole. “Breathe, doll,” he reminded you.

Steve almost closed his eyes as you helped guide him inside your aching cunt. The push from both of them was slow and unrelenting, feeling them breach you to slide in so deeply. They didn’t move right away, simply letting you adjust. You thought you knew what full felt like before. Now you were consumed. You didn’t even realize your eyes slipped shut until you felt gentle kisses against your eyelids.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl,” Steve whispered, cupping your cheek as Bucky let out a shaking breath behind you. 

“Jesus… fuck…” Bucky’s growl was so deep, his hand keeping your hips steady when you wiggled a bit. “Are you okay? Can I move, doll?”

If you hadn’t cried at the table earlier, you likely would have burst into tears from their tenderness. But you channeled that into simply feeling them. “I’m okay. Please, move.”

“So good for us. Always so good for us,” Bucky praised as his hands gripped your ass to spread your cheeks further apart. The action made you push back against him, unable to stop yourself from how burning hot you felt around their cocks.

Steve’s hands held your hips to keep you from moving, making you growl in frustration. The dark chuckle he gave you in response had you tightening around him. “Let us take care of you. Can you do that? Take our cocks until we fill you up?”

“Fuck,” you said through your teeth because you needed that. “Yes.”

It was like you were floating in the water as they began to move. Saying you felt good wasn’t enough. The stretch from having them inside you made you feel like you were already gone. The pace could have been brutal and you would have allowed them to use you, but they delicately guided you. 

“Your ass is as greedy as your pussy. Knows it belongs to us,” Bucky said roughly, his breathing heavy as you heard the squelching of your wet heat. It should have sounded obscene, but it was perfect.

“Would you let me eat it, sweetheart? Open you up with my tongue until you cry and come?” Steve asked, his eyes dark as your own widened. “Let us wreck you like you deserve?”

“Oh, fuck…” your eyes rolled back, feeling like a ragdoll between them. Your body went limp and useless at their words. “Tell us you’re ours,” Bucky demanded as he thrust faster, pushing you lightly against Steve’s chest. The slight change in the angle had you crying out, your hands gripping Steve’s arms as you shut your eyes. 

“I’m yours,” you swore.

“Your pretty pussy? Your tight ass?” Steve groaned as his hips snapped, seeing fireworks behind your closed lids. 

“Yes!” you moaned, trying to rock forward and back against them. 

Bucky slid a hand around your front. Instead of sliding down as you expected, he placed it over your chest. “And this? Because this… is what we want most of all.”

“Bucky,” you gasped as they thrust faster. 

Steve placed a hand over Bucky’s and you were certain you would combust. The blinding ecstasy and swell of emotions almost destroyed you. 

“Is this ours?” Steve asked, the words almost lost over the sound of your bodies colliding. 

Your eyes were wet as you opened them, looking into Steve’s eyes before you glanced over your shoulder. You needed Bucky to see you, too. “You have… every part of me.”

“That’s all we want,” Bucky breathed out, gently biting your shoulder blade. 

You trembled, both of them helping you stay upright as you threatened to collapse. Your hand reached over to go over theirs, the steady movements made your head spin. The three of you felt entwined. No one else could tear you apart so lovingly. No one else could… love you like this.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasped, starting to contract and spasm around them. 

“We know, sweetheart,” Steve gritted, pressing his warm forehead against yours as he sped up. “Do it.”

“Come for us,” Bucky said, his tongue soothing the light bite against your skin.

Your thighs trembled as the coil snapped, a broken sob the only sound you could make from the force. Pleasure was wrenched from your soul in waves you were certain could drown all three of you. You couldn’t think straight, your body pushed to the limit and back again. Both of your holes kept clenching around them, trying to claim them as they were about to claim you.

You felt Bucky bite your shoulder again as his hips stuttered, feeling him flood your no longer virgin hole for the first time. Steve’s hips lost their rhythm moments later, hearing him cry out as he spilled inside you. The heat from being filled from both ends had you sobbing their names like a prayer.

Their cocks were still throbbing inside you as you clung to them, mumbling something as you floated back to yourself. Bucky panted harshly against your neck, his hand still against your pounding heart. Steve touched your cheek as you blinked. 

“Sweetheart?” he panted, searching your face. 

“Hmm?” you hummed as his handsome face came into focus.

“...You… You love us?” Bucky asked.

The euphoria disappeared completely as you tensed up, their cocks still trapped inside you. Oh, God. You… you mumbled, “I love you”. 

Fuck.

Grant stared at your door with a smirk, admiring his handiwork. He wished he could see the look on your face when you saw the message he left. You deserved worse for rejecting him. And as he promised in the store, this was far from over. 

[wandaromanova]

Lost

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, death, cussing

A/N: hello! i’d like to put a disclaimer that i am not in any way knowledgeable of the medical field and all of the terminology and information used in this fic was found through research! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiiiii !! can i request like an angst into fluff natxfem!reader one shot where the reader has a really bad day and takes it out on nat and hurts her feelings and so they go to bed angry. but the reader realizes their mistake and the next morning just wakes her up by showering her with love and then takes the whole day to do cute little date things with her? like making her favorite meal or like dancing in the kitchen to their favorite song late at night or just super fluffy things? if not, that’s okay!! have a good day <3

Summary: The heavy weight of her profession gets to Y/N and she takes her anger out on her loving girlfriend; Natasha Romanoff.

Word Count: 3K | navigation

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Becoming a doctor was no easy feat.

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Once high school is completed, one must receive your bachelor’s degree before taking the MCAT exam and applying to medical school. After four years of medical school, you must endure a year as an intern before being promoted to a resident. 

Depending on what specialty one has selected, residency can span from three to seven years. Fellowships follow after but are typically an optional course that provides extra training. 

Yes, there are a lot of necessary steps to take in order to set foot into the medical world, but somehow, the years of foreplay could never compare to being a full-fledged physician; and you knew this all too well.

You are a pediatric oncologist and your job was to diagnose and provide treatment to children and teenagers who had cancer. You specialized in hematology; the treatment of blood disorders.

You were the head of pediatric oncology in a Manhattan hospital. You dealt with a lot of patients, but a two-year-old little girl named Sarah was secretly your favorite. 

Despite being diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, Sarah’s positivity and playful personality never faltered.

Even if she didn’t understand the circumstances because of her young age, you knew she was suffering. Regardless of it all, every session you had with her was endearing.

You met with the child once a week to administer chemotherapy. Her enthusiasm never failed to have you awestruck. Most of your patients were exhausted from the treatments, but not Sarah. 

She was a hyper child who would attempt to sing Frozen songs, performing as you tried to fight a smile from taking over your features. She had a stuffed Olaf doll that she brought with her to every visit and it was heartwarming to see her hug the doll close to her chest. 

Sarah would even bring you drawings every week that you would keep in your locker. You’d admire each and every one of the drawings, even if you couldn’t really tell what they were.

You’d grown fond of the little girl in the past two months you had been treating her. You were also relatively close to her parents, who were probably the kindest people you’ve ever encountered. It made sense that Sarah was the ball of sunshine she was, she obviously got it from her parents.

Most times, parents were on edge and extremely short-tempered. If parents saw you often, that meant that their child was diagnosed with some form of cancer. Understandably, they would be rather hostile whilst interacting with you, but you never took their behavior personally. 

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If you were in their shoes, you were positive that you wouldn’t be very friendly either. 

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You had grown fond of the beaming child. You were aware that growing emotionally attached to patients was unprofessional, but how could you not? 

You adored children and for that very reason, you had chosen a specialty that allowed you to help kids as much as medicine would allow. You always had a soft spot for kids and you found joy in helping them as best as you possibly could.

Sarah had a very good chance at pulling through. With consistent treatment and her young age, her survival rate was around 68%. Those were considerably good odds in these circumstances. Not to mention, the chemotherapy seemed to be paying off. At the rate she was improving, she was predicted to be out of the woods soon enough.

However, the child had developed a bacterial infection. Since she had been receiving chemotherapy, the treatment had damaged her white blood cells which are responsible for fighting off infections. 

All you could do was provide antibiotics to try and fight off the infection. You had monitored her for some time in hopes of seeing any sign of improvement, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Her immune system was extremely vulnerable and there wasn’t any way to reverse the damage. 

Your heart was torn to pieces when you delivered the news to her parents. They broke down in the hallway outside of Sarah’s room as you informed them of Sarah’s rapidly shortened life expectancy. It was only a matter of time before the young child would pass and honestly, this was what you hated most about your job.

You hated that you couldn’t help every single patient. You hated how cruel the world could be to take away an innocent child from their loving parents. 

You allowed her parents to spend time by her bedside. They laid on either side of her bed, clinging onto her for dear life. What broke you the most was the paleness of Sarah’s once glowing skin. Her smile was still present but didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to. 

Her parents quietly sang ‘Love Is An Open Door’ to Sarah. You felt your heart clench in a bittersweet way as you silently watched. Normally, Sarah wouldn’t hesitate to join in, but her lack of breath prevented her from doing so. All she could do was close her eyes and lightly nod her head along to their voices. 

Sarah passed hours later and it was an extremely somber experience. Hearing the cries of parents who lost their children wasn’t easy and it never would be. Your job had its pros and cons, and this was the biggest negative.

You fought back your own tears as you exited the room, giving the two mourning parents some privacy after you recorded Sarah’s time of death. You found the nearest restroom and allowed the tears to fall down your face. 

A pure soul had been ripped away from the world, never having the chance to experience the great things life had to offer.

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4 Hours Later

You trudged into your loft, immediately taking off your coat and hanging it up before tossing your keys on the small table by the front door. 

Your girlfriend, Natasha, had heard your arrival and quickly exited the bedroom to greet you, a wide smile on her face. However, her smile fell when she noticed your defeated state. 

Your shoulders were slumped as you slouched slightly and your eyes were dripping with sadness. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Natasha approached you while you stood frozen in front of the door. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks as she stared at you in concern, her eyes scanning over your features. 

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“I lost Sarah.” 

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Natasha’s eyes widened and her heart sunk at your words. She was aware of how much you adored the two-year-old. Once a week, you would rave about the child and how adorable she was at the dinner table. You would go on and on about how Sarah would sing to you, draw pictures for you, and bring along stickers to place onto your coat.

The redhead loved how happy you looked whenever you spoke about any of your patients, but most especially Sarah. It brought Natasha some joy of her own to see you speak animatedly about Sarah; your happiness was her happiness. 

So, the news hurt her almost as much as it hurt her. She knew how much you loved Sarah, despite never saying it straight out.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I know how much you cared about her. Are you okay?” Natasha’s voice was oozing with sympathy. You couldn’t help but feel irritated by her question. 

You tore her hands off of your cheeks and walked past her and into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water as the redhead watched you intently. 

“Am I okay? I’m fine! It’s not like I lost an extremely young patient today or anything. What kind of stupid fucking question is that, Natasha?” You took a sip of cold water to try and calm yourself damn, but your attempt was futile. 

The redhead made her way into the kitchen, standing on the opposite side of the island as you took another sip of water, eyes burning a hole into her head over the rim of the glass. 

“I know, that was a dumb question. I just want to help you, Y/N/N.” Natasha remained calm and patient as she spoke to you. She was no stranger to the loss of a person she desperately tried to save and knew all too well the sadness and anger that accompanied the tragedy. She was an Avenger, after all. 

“I don’t want your help and I don’t need you!” You slammed your cup onto the counter as you raised your voice. Honestly, it was surprising that you hadn’t shattered the glass with the amount of force you exerted. 

Natasha felt an ache in her chest as you yelled at her. She knew that you weren’t in the right state of mind and didn’t take it personally, but that didn’t make your words hurt any less. 

“You save entire cities and I can’t even save a single fucking person!” You were turning red at this point, tears of frustration streaming down your face. The redhead hated seeing you cry, but she knew better than to approach you at this moment. 

“Babe, you save so many pe-” Natasha’s tried to speak, but you quickly interjected. 

“If you’re going to try and spew some philosophical bullshit to me right now, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear another god damn word from your mouth.”

The redhead looked down defeatedly. She had never seen you so upset, let alone direct your frustrations towards her. Her eyes fell down to the marble counter between you both before looking up at you. You were breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. 

Without another word, Natasha retreated back to the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. You watched her until she was out of your view and let out a sigh. Your hands gripped the edges of the kitchen island, supporting your weight as you shut your eyes. 

You brought a hand up to your face and pinched the bridge of your nose. After a few minutes, you made your way into the living room, chucking off your shoes before collapsing onto the couch. You didn’t feel like interacting with Natasha anymore tonight, knowing that you most likely wouldn’t be able to control your temper. 

You were just so fed up with the painful losses you had to endure from your profession. 

You knew that being a doctor was more dark clouds and thunder, than sunshine and rainbows, but you just wished that for once, the weather forecast would work in your favor. 

The emotional day had finally caught up to you. Your body relaxed as you sunk further into the couch, eyes fluttering shut as you succumbed to a much-needed slumber. 

Unbeknownst to you, Natasha was still awake. She laid flat on her back and stared up at the ceiling in thought. She was mad at you, as much as she didn’t want to be. Natasha had gone through the same thing and never lost her cool with you as you had with her. 

The redhead calmed down slowly, turning on her side and facing the empty space beside her which you normally occupied. She reached one arm out, her skin colliding with cool sheets, already missing the warmth of your body. 

Natasha hated sleeping without you by her side, She didn’t feel complete when you weren’t steadily sleeping next to her, your arms wrapped around her body. However, she hoped that things would improve in the morning.

And with that thought in mind, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep, clutching the sheets firmly in her hand. 

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 The Next Morning

You awoke to a blinding light, the morning sun shining through the windows and landing directly onto your face. You let out a groan and slowly sat up, stretching out your limbs with a groan. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, you were aching everywhere. 

You sat there for a moment as the events of the day before caught up to you. Not only had you lost Sarah, but you upset Natasha. You immediately felt guilty as you recalled the harsh words you spat at her in a fit of rage. You felt like a complete asshole, and rightfully so. 

You quickly stood up and entered the kitchen, retrieving some bacon from the freezer and eggs from the refrigerator. You grabbed two separate pans and washed your hands, making sure to get the coffee pot running before you began cooking.

Your girlfriend absolutely loved bacon, eggs, and coffee. She described the combinations as a ‘party in her mouth.’ So, this was going to be an ‘i’m sorry for being a bitch last night’ apology breakfast. 

You got started on the meal and by the time you finished up and had the stove off, Natasha stalked out of the bedroom slowly. She eyed you carefully as she approached, you sent a soft smile her way.

“You made breakfast,” Natasha spoke and you shyly nodded your head. You moved away from the stove and rounded the counter. The redhead stood in her spot as you wrapped your arms around her waist, her arms reflexively going around your neck.

“I was an asshole last night.” You stated and your girlfriend nodded her head in agreement. “Yeah, you were a total pain in the ass, the absolute worst.” You rolled your eyes at Natasha’s teasing tone.

“I’m sorry for how I behaved. I was just so upset about… Sarah. I didn’t mean to take it out on you and I can’t even begin to tell you how bad I feel for yelling at you when all you wanted to do was help me.”

Your voice was full of emotion, your eyes boring into her emerald irises as you poured your heart into every syllable you uttered. Natasha smile gently at you, her fingers lightly tugging on the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. 

“It’s okay. I know you weren’t mad at me.” You let out a sigh of relief as the redhead stared at you softly. She let out a small chuckle at your dramatics before continuing.

‘I understand how you feel. The team and I, we try our very best to save as many civilians as we can, but sometimes it’s completely out of our control. It’s the exact same situation.” 

One of Natasha’s hands found its way to your cheek, gently cupping the skin as you leaned into her touch. You were listening intently to her every word, mesmerized by the calming rasp of her voice.

“Don’t dwell on what you couldn’t do, but give yourself some credit for everything you did do. I may not know what happened, but what I do know is that you tried everything you could, no?”

Natasha questioned you and you nodded your head. “I gave her antibiotics to fight the infection, but it was too severe.” The redhead rubbed her thumb against your cheek. 

“All that matters is that you did your best and that’s all anyone could ever ask for.” Natasha ended her little speech as she placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. You couldn’t help but smile, an overwhelming feeling of happiness taking over. 

“Thank you. I love you and your… what was it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration before your face lit up. Natasha raised an eyebrow at you. “Philosophical bullshit. That was the words.” The Russian let out a laugh, shaking her head from side to side at your antics. 

“Seriously though, I’m so grateful for you. You’re so amazing to me even when I don’t deserve it. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Natasha’s laughter died down as your tone turned serious. Your eyes were so full of love and adoration as you stared into her eyes deeply. 

“Well, let’s hope you never have to find out.” Natasha smiled once more and you couldn’t resist pressing your lips against her plump ones. Your mouths moved in tandem at a slow pace, enjoying the rawness and love that accompanied each movement. 

You broke the kiss when air became an issue. Nat’s eyes fluttered open as you wiggled your eyebrows at her playfully. 

“So, are you ready for some breakfast? Maybe after we eat, we can go on top of a rooftop and I’ll serenade you with a rendition of ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber.”

Natasha’s head flew back as she laughed uncontrollably at your words. “What? Do you not like the Biebs? If you want, I could play ‘Baby Come Back’ by Player from a boombox and hold it over my head, instead.” The redhead continued to laugh profusely and you soon joined in. Your arms tightened around her waist as your giggles subsided. 

“I think cuddling on the couch and watching the Kardashians eating ridiculously large bowls of salad will do.” You nodded your head in agreement but didn’t make a move to release Natasha from your grip. She didn’t let go either. 

The two of you just stood there, basking in each other’s embrace, a comfortable silence falling over you both. 

Natasha never failed to say the right things to pull you out of the dark abyss that was your mind. She was completely right, as always. There would always be bad days, patients who were progressing one day and deteriorating the next. 

However, there were also good days, and you shouldn’t allow the bad to overshadow all the good you’ve done. Like with Natasha, she wasn’t always the superhero she is today. She took her dark past and turned it into a bright future. 

Nat didn’t let her bad days define her and neither should you.

Of course, you would always remember every single patient you had lost, but now, you would take the pain and turn it into motivation; motivation to improve yourself, not only in your professional life but in your personal life as well. 

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You would do right by the ones you’ve lost and the one who stuck by your side; Natasha Romanoff. 

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[minshookie]

High Ransom.

Pairing |Mafia!BTS x innocent!reader

Genre | smut, angst, dark themed, mafia AU.

Summary | “They all knew your mothers word was good for nothing, she’d never pay it back. So they settled for a painful compromise.”

!warnings! Please read this before reading the fic| 18+ mature language, perverse actions, virginity loss, violent sex, anal sex, oral fem and male receiving, financial struggle, parent death, strict and neglecting mother, cum eating, darcyphilia, urolagnia,slight hate-fuck,reader insert is of age, extremely naive & innocent insert. I do not agree or support any actions depicted in this fictional work,rape. !!NON-CON!! !!non-con!!

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A/N: 200 Follwers?! Hi, I love y’all sm 🤧. But on a serious note, this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, I warned y’all. Also the longest one of written yet. I hope it isn’t too much :’) please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors.

Could they be running late? Shivering you sat in the windowsill towel wrapped around you keeping a sharp eye for their large dark SUV you loved so dearly. They were supposed to be here today, right? Getting up you stretch your legs going to look at your heavily decorated calendar,‘Friends Day!!’ In bright pink informed you, yes indeed they were to be here today.

A smile crept on your face, the confirmation made you feel giddy, the thought of seeing them again made you excited beyond belief. “Y/n I just know you’re dressed and not dripping all over the carpet!” Your mother teased from the living room. You swore she had cameras on you, unraveling yourself you chose one of the few outfits she had put together for you for guest appearances. Closing the curtains, making them look as casual as you could. You then sat on the bed waiting for her to come inspect, counting her footsteps along the creaking wood floors. She crept into your room, a stern expression on her face, you could tell she was stressed with nothing positive to say she mumbled “Stop pulling that face you look exactly like your father.”

You stood from the drab mattress choosing not to respond, “wet spot on the floor?! What’d I tell you to do?!” You hung your head, why must she always scold you. “You told me to get dressed Momma.” She sighed, “and you chose to come in here and prance around, flood the floors and dilly dally instead!” You studied the minuscule dark spots on the carpet, “they’ll dry momma.” You whispered under your breath hoping she wouldn’t decipher your response.

“Excuse me?” She griped your cheek in a pinch making you pull your head up to face her. She took a step back releasing your face, she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “Y/n you’ll have stay in here, that dress has gotten too short on you.” She knew her words hurt you, seeing the boys was the only thing you looked forward to every month. Their attention sometimes felt like your only reason to go forward, to avoid conflict with your mother, their presence being a type of reward. She turned to go and your vision began to blur, tears warmly cascade your plumped cheek.

Leaving you alone in the room, you resume your position in the windowsill moving the curtains just enough to peak. Still no sign of them, maybe they’d given up on the money, left you for good and you couldn’t blame them. If you could leave you would too. At that moment all hopes were given up, no longer keeping an eye out you began to daydream... at least Momma would be happier no longer having to worry about the escalating debt.

Sulking in loneliness you barely noticed a white SUV pulling into their usual cut....whose this? You opened the curtains repositioning,hands in the glass knees on the jagged wood of the windowsill bench. Couldn’t be, oh but it was! You bounced like a hyperactive child, Hoseok climbed from the drivers seat handsomely waving directly at you. They all followed offering you waves and air kisses making both your stomach and heart do flips. Tumbling from the bench you run to your door eccentric to get your fix of attention, affection, friendship.

“Get back y/n, what did I say?” She was waiting for you to break her command, she knew you’d forget. “To stay in my ro-” “so why don’t you do as told for once?” You fought the bitter tears as they knocked on the door, You shuffled back into your cage of room like a kicked puppy. Shutting the door you sat on the floor compressing your ear along the hard wood.

“Ah, welcome! Come in take a seat can I get you a drink or a meal? Anything really.” She spoke with a quiver, she had nothing to pay them back with absolute zilch. “Where’s y/n?” You smiled warmly, that voice had to be Taehyung. “She’s in bed sick.” “Sick, she looked alright from the window.” Hoseok you idiot. “I’m sorry... you saw her through the window?”

“Ah Ah, we didn’t come to talk about the build of y/n’s room you know what he want.” Jin was all serous business, the room was silent. “Next month for sure.” She lied right through her teeth and they all knew it. “You said that last month, and the month before, and the month before that.��� You held your breath, you hated it when they bickered she honestly didn’t have the money you two only lived in this house because it was your father’s property, and everything you got just by luck and the skin of your teeth. She simply couldn’t afford to borrow anymore, as the boys began to add impossible interest.

“Listen, we’ve let you off the hook because of your circumstances,we had a soft spot, we held you at a respect for your strength...but now the well is drying up on patience and your debt is growing into a monstrosity.” Namjoon gave his spiel

“Your husband may be dead, but honey you’re next if this money doesn’t turn up...and the plans they have for y/n aren’t cute, if you had any decency you’d get your ass off that insurance money and pay up, don’t forget you pay for protection and soon you’re going to start getting what you pay for.” Yoongi was rude whenever he came to collect, almost never staying for the excuses once ‘no’ or ‘later’ was uttered he’d head for the door, but today he decided to do otherwise.

The room fell quiet, and though your mother was cold and not much of a mother at all to you it pained you to hear her sobs and sniffing. You could tell the words being thrown at her stung her deeply. Curious to what was going on behind your door you decided to have a peak, and apparently you weren’t too good at sneaking. Your door cracked ajar, as if he knew it would happen you made direct eye contact with Taehyung.

“Boys I-I don’t know what you want from me you know the money isn’t in my possession right n-” “y/n! Come out from hiding kitten!” Opening the door you stood reading the room, your mothers face glistening, you know better than to disobey on purpose. “It’s ok y/n c’mon we want to see you.” Joon’s smile is so captivating his voice so relaxing, but your mothers gaze killed its power. “C’mon tell her she can come out.” Jin orders and your mother complies by giving you a nod of permission, sniffing over her concealed cries. It ached your but you were too excited to comfort her as you quickly escaped your confines.

“Ohh look at your pretty dress, come sit.” Taehyung pulled you onto his lap, “isn’t it pretty boys?” He pulled the fringes that decorated the bottom, barely reaching you mid thigh. “Everything’s beautiful on our y/n.” Jimin agrees, greeting you with a flirtatious wink. Making you smile into Taehyung’s chest. “Bashful girl.” His large hand rubbed your back soothingly.

“This delicate little thing around all those men with no one to help her, tsk could you imagine.” He glided his hand along your exposed thigh “that tickles.” Whispering into him you feel you face warm up. He hums in response, “want me to stop?” “No, I’ve missed you, I’ve missed all of you!” You turned catching all of their gazes, “same to you princess.” Jin chuckled, giving you a cheek kiss.

“Please let her-r go ba-ck now.” Their smiles faded, and you’d hate to admit it but yours as well. You’d usually never go against your mother but she just didn’t want to see you happy, ever. And you hated it. “Momma...I don’t wanna go back right now, can I be with my friends?” Her eyes stretched in shock and anger, the boys found your rebellion comedic letting a chuckle escape. “Y/n get back to your room now you have no clue what you’re playing with!” Her tone made you wince, no longer feeling bold you were about to comply. Taehyung griped your waist holding you back on top of him.

“And who are you to order someone around when you can’t follow orders yourself?” She sat speechless, “Taehyung, Namjoon, Jin...next month.” Her pleads were pathetic, even you knew it wouldn’t work this time. “No. Pay up today, or we’ll be taking some sweet sweet collateral.”At the moment you didn’t fully understand or care what exactly Taehyung was threatening, the only thing your brain could focus on being his rough palm griping and rubbing your inner thigh. The sensation caused a tingle within you, you couldn’t help but fidget in his lap. “Still tickling baby?” You nodded, a bit too flustered to speak.

“I-I I have a hundred or two I can give.” His hand ceased its motions, making you whine for more of the foreign feeling. He lifted a brow in suspect “You take us as a joke don’t you?” She shook her head frantically. “You just offered us not even a fraction of a year's worth of debt...you think we’re idiots, you think we won’t do what we say we will do you?” The tension made you uncomfortable as everyone glared at your mother for her response, you gripped Taehyung’s dark suit. “Hmph, okay Y/n, show us your pretty room Love.”

A simple request made your mother stand in protests, “going to get the rest of the money?” Yoongi asked knowingly, your mother trembled. Why was she so afraid, they only asked to see your room...maybe she was still upset over the wet spots. “No? Well I suggest you sit the fuck down.” Everyone left from their seat, “go on show us Petal.” He smiled in encouragement. You pulled Taehyung by his hand showing all of them into your seemingly empty room, nothing to embellish the space besides your curtains, calendar and bed.

“Very cute, very cute, right boys?” They hummed nodding while looking at the four bland walls around them. “Jungkook won’t you close the door please.” He demands the youngest, and he does as told, letting your catch a two second glance if your sniveling mother before your fate was sealed. “Lock it will you?” “Uhm it doesn’t lock.” You confessed plopping down on your plush mattress kicking your feet over the edge. “Ahh, Jungkook...make it lock.” He went to work and you watched curiously until your attention was taken by Taehyung climbing in bed next to you. “Very comfy.” He complemented.

“Oh, oh please take your shoes off.” You recited rules that were practically engraved in your memory. He laughed complying, “you heard her, shoes off.” They did as told, making your laugh at their unison actions. You turned to him with a smile still on your face, “want to see my closet?” “No, but I do want you to lay down.” You gave him an inquisitive look, you weren’t sick and you definitely weren’t tired. “It’s ok, I just wanted to play a game, a friends game.”

Oh how excited you were! A game with your friends! You laid down beside him your head rested on your pillow. “Ready?” You nodded eagerly, the rest of them watched closely. “Ok beautiful, I’m going to ask you some things and all you have to do is tell me if you’ve done it before...” he looked around at his men, they looked back with anticipation. “We’ll all play.” You nodded, beyond excited for this new experience.

“We’ll start easy, have you ever kissed someone?” Your face grew a dopey grin, “don’t be shy.” You nodded quickly, “oh? Show me how.” Sitting up a bit, you took his jaw, turning him to the side pecking his warmed cheek quickly. He smiled widely, “innocent little thing, here let’s try this.” He took your jaw in his fingers, coming in and ravishing your lips. Unknowingly you lay motionless as he took over the kiss, maneuvering you as he pleased. Pulling your slack chin he parted your lips, his tongue intruded sharing his taste. A tingle ran through you, you’ve never seen something like this let alone feel it. Taehyung pulled back trailing slobber as he lifted, “m-more more kissing!” He shook his head, laughing at your greed. “No no, there’s more to the game.”

Smirking he snuck his hand under your quaint dress, “ever let Somebody like me see your cute little panties?” You shook your head no, “let us see?” You eagerly pulled your dress up, “pretty in pink...wet your panties hmm?” Sheepishly you shut your legs, “sorry.” He rubbed your exposed tummy, “no don’t be sorry kitten, that’s great, so good.” He dragged his fingers along your pelvic area. “Yoongi, your turn?” Taehyung continued to brush your skin.

Yoongi stood from his seat on the floor in speciation. He brought his finger between your legs using his other hand to push your legs apart. “Ever felt something like this?” He ran his fingers up and down your middle, pausing along the top giving you an oddly familiar feeling that you loved. “Mm.” You moved a bit closer to the pleasure. “Yoongi stop, answer him y/n.” Nodding you yearned for yoongi’s fingers. “Don’t lie...show us.”

Rolling over you pulled a pillow from behind you positioning it between your legs as you lay on your side. “Go on.” Yoongi nudged you and you began to rub yourself, pushing the pillow firmer into your core whimpering as the pressure increased, “it feels so good!” “Naughty naughty y/n.” You continued to pleasure yourself, “mm I know, please don’t tell anybody.” Taehyung took the pillow rubbing his finger along the wet spot you left behind. “You ever cum sweetheart?” You squeeze your legs together hoping for pleasureful friction. “What’s that?”

“You’ve been rubbing yourself raw with no release?” He had a glint of pitty in his tone. “ I-I guess.” Yoongi had began his adventurous handy work once again and you couldn’t get enough. He sat beside you, looking into your eyes intently. “How’s it feel?” “Good, please don’t stop!” Taehyung pulled his partners hand away, “don’t give her too much Hyung.”

You pout squirming, itching with pent up sexual frustrations. “You both play like she’s a doll, she’s a woman, you know what she wants even if she doesn’t.” Jin came from his spot leaned against the corner, he came close stalking over your figure, “take these off.” He pulled your panties roughly you could hear the weak fabric give way as he stripped you.

“Careful.” You felt self conscious as they eyed your nude private area, Jin took over where Yoongi was removed, the direct contact could make you scream in joy, “close your eyes.” Jin ordered, and who are you to say no to the pleasure. A strange warmth took over your core making your hips jump uncontrollably “mhhm please.” “Hold her down Hoseok.” Even that simple second of neglect made you upset. Your hips were restrained and Jin continued his work, “sorry.” You opened your eyes to meet Taehyung’s gaze and a smile was plastered on his features, looking down at Jin who  was kissing your privates, so strange but so amazing.

“Oh please!” You couldn’t control your moans, closing your eyes, “too good princess?” “Mm too good.” Jin removed his lips from you “you're a savage Kim.” Jungkook comments eyes glued to your core, as if he couldn’t resist the view. “Some hair shows she is healthy n’ pure , but you wouldn’t know anything about that, you like your women whorish” He comments lewdly wiping his plump lips. They stood in speculation as you pressed your thighs together desperately. “Oh please! Jin please more!” You earned a hand over your mouth. In attempts to shut your pathetic whines. “Please don’t hurt her!” Your mother beat the door with concern. “Does she sound hurt, don’t make us do something we don’t want to, now go away!” Taehyung growled, before leaving the bed, he undid his pants the respect in you made you look away. “Ever see this before?” He climbed over you, too cowardly to peak, you kept looking into his dark irises. “Your private?” He laughed in your face, “my cock?” He sat on your legs trapping you. He pulled your dress over your head, fully undressing you with ease.

Taken over my temptation, Jimin groped your clothed chest “don’t touch her.” His command was final, Taehyung had been taken by the monster of greed and lust. “Go on look y/n.” Your eyes slowly traveled down, he had himself in his clutches stroking squeezing at the tip collecting the strange ooze on the tips of his fingers. Reaching he glossed your lips with his juices, “never wear makeup, this is all you need pretty girl.” The smell was strong and musky, curious you took a taste, sweaty and sweet. “Greedy girl...you know where this belongs?” He tapped you with his erect cock.

“I don’t think so.” He nodded, reaching below himself without hesitation he penetrated you with his index. “Ouch Tae!” His eyes stretched in surprise, “that hurts? Oh what fun you’ll be.” His finger stretched you slightly as he explored, thrusting softly, curly at the knuckle. Pulling his finger back, and a thick stripe of cloudy grool connects the two of you. “Shit, would you look at that.” They came looking as you lay victim Yoongi had pulled himself from his pants stroking himself shamelessly. Hoseok unbuttoned his top, his fist buried in his pants, while Jimin palmed himself giving you a warm smile, while Jungkook sat timid away from the action and Jin’s face set stoney, seemingly uninterested. Namjoon being the false comfort he was, he stood close, his bulge in your face as he stroked your hair.

Out of breath, the best you could muster being, “I’m sorry if it’s gross.” Lustfully he used your nectar to stroke himself sensually making violent eye contact in the act.

“Stop apologizing, this is the best cunt I’ve ever seen.” Using his foreign vulgar vocabulary he moved back, using his hands to get a better view of your most personal area. “Oh honey, you’ve never had anything in this sweet pussy of yours huh?” You shook your head, “no never.” You whisper. “Let’s change that yeah? Will you be a big girl?” You nodded body full of utter curiosity, what was coming for you the last thing you could have fathomed.

“Mm, you’re the sweetest thing on Earth y/n” he gazed into you, looking your shivering body up and down as if you two were completely alone. He lowered himself distracting you with another one sided kiss, this time though you attempted to participate.

Little did you know his hidden agenda, he gripped his girthy member, massaging it along your slickening core in search of your small entrance. “Ah Ah Taehyungie!” You squealed against his lips. He’d barely pushed into you and the pain was prominent “shh shh wouldn’t want to make momma upset.” He paused and looked down at your slightly connecting bodies. “Hmm Let’s play another game.” He reached for the pillow you were pleasuring yourself on, he placed it over your face constricting your air in the process, muffling your pathetic whimpers and mewls.

In one violent action...“TEAHYUNG!” Your throat felt as if it would collapse,He forced himself into your constructing entrance ripping your walls you felt yourself struggle to become accustomed his size. His pace inhuman. You gasped for air,the pillow blocking any gasp you could get. “I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe Tae!” He kept his murderous stroke speed pulling the pillow from your face you heaved, sobbing, screaming begging for freedom. “Shut the fuck up!” It could’ve been the tears, or haze of pain, but this wasn’t your friend anymore.

Taehyung’s face as contorted in sick pleasure inconsiderate of your wellbeing he gripped your hips fucking into you aggression never seen before. “T-Tae please we’re friends don’t hurt me!” You cried out for his mercy. “Hold her fucking mouth Min.” He obliged, his hand slick from his own juices. He stood over you griping and jerking his member, keeping his eyes on yours. “Close your damn eyes, your crying is going to make me soft.” That only made you cry more, the treatment you were getting from Taehyung caused an ache you couldn’t help but sob from. “It i-it fucking hurts!” You let the filth spill from your mouth as you groaned with every thrust, your statement muffed by Yoongi’s palm.

“Close. Them. Now.” Stubbornly you kept staring, you won’t obey them, friends aren’t supposed to to hurt you, ever. “Ahh fuck.” Yoongi began to vandalize your face, removing his hand from your mouth pulling your hair to aim for your mouth. “Ah shit shit.” He continued to stroke grumbling heinous names under his breath. “My eyes please help me momma,it hurts momma!” He’d spurted right in your eye and he knew it. “I told you to close them idiotic bitch, you obey us you’ll be alright.” He took your discarded panties wiping your eye.

You didn’t listen to his angered grumblings...She didn’t respond, she left you to suffer, you were being naughty and she could hear and she left you to suffer. The pain in your eye became dull as you became numb to Taehyung’s assault. “She left you, that bitch left you in here to get fucked, and you’re going to take everything we give thanks to mommy dearest...no one is going to rescue you.” Yoongi growled I’m your ear, you turned from him. His seed still rests on your pained features.

Taehyung pushed his thumbs roughly into your abdomen making you cry out. “Your cunt is still so tight, mm fuck stop clenching like that- I’m gonna fucking- oh shit.” He sent his seed deep into you, the sensation was sickening you began to dry heave having nothing in you to throw up. “Throwing up sweetheart?” You ignored his false concern, he gripped your hair. “Think twice before you do, you’ll be cleaning it with that pretty mouth every drop.”

Your face drenched in tears, snot and slobber, and the seed of another, you lay in defeat. He pulled his member for your stinging and burning feeling settled between your legs. “Nice job, you’ve beat her bloody.” Jin grumbled coming near, your entrance oozed a mixture of his cum and blood from your lost innocents. His finger brushed against your puffy injured vulva, “please no no nooo!” You instinctively backed away from the contact.

“My turn princess.” Your eyes closed, you could tell it was Jimin planning his attack. “Please Jimin, you’re still my friend right?” You Sobbed to weakly to even look into his eyes, Jimin had to put an end to it or it wouldn’t end at all. “I treat all my girlfriends this way, hm don’t worry baby it won’t hurt-” you heard him wander closer, “just open up.” You refused, turning your head away from his voice, “Ah y/n don’t be that way.” He slightly scolded pulling you back his way by your jaw, “open your mouth y/n.” You opened your eyes, glaring at him, your right eye blurring and irritated. He rubbed his member along your pursed lips. “No?” He leaned over, his member in his over hand. “Open. The. Fuck! Up.” He slapped your pussy harshly with every word, already sore you cried out, begging for mercy.

He took the opportunity, plunging his cock down your throat, gagging you choked and cried. “Yah stupid Bitch watch your teeth!” He gripped the back of your head, another agonizing ordeal. Your throat was sore from the screaming and now your throat was being rubbed roughly by Jimin’s third leg. “I’m gonna c-cum, and you’re gonna swallow all of it and you’re gonna keep it down.”

You couldn’t protest, you got used just as before you closed your eyes and prayed for it to be over as quick as it started. Hoseok neared you like a predator, “careful she’s sore.” You opened your eyes quickly, he had his pants completely off, his member erect his shirt open his sculpted body on display. You sobbed around jimins member as he took his time fucking himself into you. “I’m not putting my prick I that mess.” He referred to your battered entrance, he placed his clock between your folds, rubbing himself their. Even the subtle pressure gave you discomfort, “hey! Watch those fucking teeth slut!” Jimin beat the back of your head, picking up his pace.

“She sounds so fucking nasty.” Namjoon pulled himself out of his trousers “choking and gagging, fucking whore I wouldn’t fuck you even if your mom offered all the money she owed.” Namjoon insulted, pulling closer, “what an asshole.” Jimin grunted in retaliation. “This is all you’ll get from me.” Namjoon leaned over you, assaulting you relieving himself on your quaking body. “You sick bastard!” They found Namjoon’s action sickly humorous. He moved to your face, you tried to stop breathing in fear of inhaling it. Warmly it dribbled over you. “I bet you fucking enjoyed it.”

Jimin pushed your damp head down on him as he exploded in your mouth, that scene being all he needed to find his high. His seed was salty and less sweet; he tasted repulsive. You gagged as he removed himself, you leaned over the bed in utter pain heaving. “AHT HEY!” Taehyung cupped your mouth, “swallow be a good girl.” He rolled you back, you tried but your body refused, you gagged against his musty palm. Jimin pinched your nose “take it, take it, take it!” Air became scarce, you gulped ingesting his warm seed, the taste blanketed your throat.

They let you breathe, Hoseok found his release on your tummy, scooping it with his agile fingers he force fed you. “Please...n-no...more.” “Shut up, your breath reeks.” Your stomach flipped, you were going to be sick soon. “Roll her over.” Jin instructed, and of course they followed you let them do as they please, not like you could stop them. “Your pussy is beautiful, but I love a nice ass.” He unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall. Spitting vulgarly, stroking himself. “Bite the pillow.” He pulled you up by your waist. Using his thumb he rimmed you.

Getting positioned he spit on your hole. The room was quiet. “Bite it hard.” He pushed himself mercilessly barely breaking through, “tight little bitch.” Your screeching earsplitting You’d become unconscious soon the pain was excruciating, you knew you were bleeding. “Please! I’ll do anything!Please not this, no more of this!” Finally he bottomed you out, “this is what love feels like, hmph remember that.” Jin growled fucking into you barely able to keep a pace.

Your vision blurred, slurring was your only form of speaking back, covered in piss and cum, tears and snot. Drooling all over yourself like an imbecile, bleeding. They’ve used you out, good for nothing you fell into the void of unconsciousness, sweet relief.

A dull jabbing welcomed you back into the real world, no way was this some sort of  twisted dream the disgusting smell registered back into your senses. The smell was you. “Fucking hell Jungkook finish already.” You’d been sick all over the mattress in your sleep, your mouth stale and stiff.

“I’m so sorry y/n I’m so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Blinking you looked over your shoulder, tears streamed his rounded face. “Ugh so sorry.” He gagged looking at your abused figure covered in bodily grime. “P-please turn around so it can be over.” Pitying you he held his head down shamefully thrusting to unwanted orgasm. He too filled you warmly pulling out quickly, scurrying to the corner losing his breakfast. “H-hy-'' he retched again. “Let’s go please, let’s leave.” He begged holding his stomach, Jungkook is still your friend, right? You could see he didn’t want to hurt you...

They put their clothes back on lazily.

“Be a peach and tell your mother we’ll be back next month on the dot, hopefully you won’t have to cover her tab two visits in a row huh sweetheart?”

“I hate you, all of you.”

“Ah, but we love you, and we always will.”

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Safety Net || part one. (m.)

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❧ summary ⟶ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together. 

❧ pairing⟶ jungkook/reader 

❧ genre⟶  enemies to friends, friends to lovers, roommates au, fluff, angst, pining, eventual smut, boxer!jungkook. two-part series. 

❧ word count ⟶ 24,000+

❧ warnings ⟶ mentions of oral and sex but nothing explicit or descriptive. fight scene that involves drunk man. mentions of bullying (in the past). 

❧ music⟶ safety net, selfish, stuck on you, exile, +more

❧ a/n (please read) ⟶ this story switches a lot from past & present, I color coded borders to make it easier to tell :) dark purple = entering/still in the past, light purple= present, also this is unedited so sorry for any mistakes 😭 ill come back to edit a lot of things soon. 

01 | 02 

“Oh perfect, y/n!” Hobi stops you dead in your tracks before you could completely make your way onto the living room, “You don’t mind grabbing some more firewood from my car while I finish these up,” he says, currently too busy melting the chocolate for the s’mores he was making.

You see tonight was New Year’s Eve, and you and a couple of other close friends had decided to rent out a cabin in celebration of the new year instead of going out to some end of the year party, choosing comfort over a night of wild drinking. In the end it didn’t make much of a difference, because the moment you saw Jimin and Taehyung walk in with a pack of soju and other cheap liquor in their hands, you knew that by the end of the night someone, if not everyone, was going to end up completely wasted.

And of course, you were right. After hours of being outside in the cold, with the boys drinking as if there was no tomorrow, everyone had now made their way back inside, complaining that it was too cold outside and that the cabin came with an indoor fireplace for a reason.

Never one to drink too heavy, you had kept your drinking at a moderate pace, only allowing yourself to reach a relaxed kind of buzz. Namjoon and Yoongi on the other hand were currently debating on whether the US’s landing of the moon was nothing more than a fake ploy to beat Russia and was instead filmed on some movie set. 

Jin and his girlfriend acted as measly facilitators between the two men who had been bickering back and forth for the past hour, their slurred speeches making it difficult to take either one seriously. 

Jimin, for his part, had attempted to keep his drinking at a minimal but with Taehyung acting as his partner in crime, the two were now playing an unbalanced game of ping-pong, both of them looking as if at any moment they were going to knock out on the table. And Jungkook was— well where the hell was Jungkook?

But before you could dwell too much on the thought, Hobi’s voice snaps you back to reality, “pleaseeee, I’ll even add an extra chocolate square to your s’more, just like how always like em,” he flashes you a smile, your roommate of 3, going on 4, years knowing just what to say to convince you, not that you needed much of it. 

Minus Hobi, you were probably the person closest to being sober, and you did not want to imagine the different disastrous scenarios that would happen if he sent anyone who wasn’t yourself out there. You also highly doubted any of them would even be up for it, and so with that you just let out a small groan, mumbling, “Where are your keys?”

Excitedly he points to the kitchen island, where his Hyundai’s keys laid across, “I parked right near the lake,” he says, immediately causing you to look back at him, brows furrowed in confusion, “No one wanted to carry the wood from here to the bonfire earlier, so I just parked near the lake to save our energy,” you roll your eyes, “Come on, it’s just a 2 minute walk at most, and I’m sure there’s still people celebrating across the lake as well so you don’t feel so scared, but if you want I can ask Jungkook to go wi—”

“It’s fine, it’s fine—” you interrupt, grabbing the keys and beginning to make your way out, quickly putting on your coat because God knew how cold it was outside. “He’s probably asleep already, knowing him,” you chuckle, the boy who Hobi had introduced you to in the last year and had been living with you two as well, had habit’s that were all too predictable by now. And though you knew he’d be more than glad to get up from bed and help, for now at least, you wanted him to rest as he, himself, was probably tired from carrying things back and forth all day in the help of preparing everything. “I’ll be quick,” you say.

“Make sure that no wooden splinter cuts you,” he shouts out before the wooden door closes, having been the victim to such cuts all day, “and call me if you find it too heavy!”

Beep. Beep.

Double clicking the lock button, you grunt as you try to simultaneously carry the uneven pieces of firewood and place Hobi’s keys back into your jacket’s pocket.

“Oh my God—” you mumble to yourself, frustrated by the lack of cooperation from the keys. The wood was now slipping from your hands, its gritty texture eager to leave you a cut and as predicted it does. 

Wincing in pain, you uncaringly drop the pieces of wood, worried more about the cut on your hand than what had fallen on the ground below. Luckily the cut wasn’t too bad, nothing a little soap and water couldn’t fix, but the tingly sting in your hand meant that you’d have to wait a while before picking the wooden pieces back up.

Around you, you could hear the sound of different groups of friends and family celebrating with their own events, spotting different bonfires all around the lake. Glancing at the time on your phone, it currently read 11:00, only one more hour until the new year. A part of you was tempted to walk further down the path that led to the lake’s shore. Maybe even secretly wait so that you could watch the fireworks these groups of people most likely had shoot up into the sky at 12. Especially because you knew going back to the cabin, no one would want to come back out with you to watch. Honestly, how bad did they need their wood?

And so by convincing yourself, you begin to walk further towards the lake, careful not to trip on any of the scattered rocks that surround you. By the time you made it down, you were surprised to see just how far you were from other families, most, if not all, of them being directly across the lake. Honestly you wouldn’t have preferred it any other way. 

You didn’t want to seem creepy, but the sight was somewhat comforting, the kids running around in their winter gear while their parents and friends all surrounded their bonfire, sticks and marshmallows in hand.

Not to mention that tonight was a full moon, the milky glow from the moonlight reflecting against the ripples of the lake, and the tiny stars which surrounded the magnet that was the moon only adding to the grand scenery in front of you. Usually you weren’t a sucker for these kinds of things, but wow did it look amazing. The person who’d really enjoy something like this was probably—

“Jungkook,” you breathe out, confused if you were seeing things because there he was, not too far from where you stood, sitting on a giant rock with his feet dangling, careful to not touch the freezing water. His right hand throwing the small pebbles that were near him to the lake. Not too hard, and not too soft. Clearly in his own world. 

A small smile graces your lips, as you watch him continue, the lake not being the only thing the moonlight was hitting. His glimmering doe shaped eyes focused on the view in front of him, and you could only wonder what had him in such deep thought, but instead not wanting to bother, you slowly began to walk back, careful to not to make any loud noises.

One Step. Two Steps. Three Steps. Crrreaaak.

Mentally, you groan at the sound of the branch breaking, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear.

“Y/N?” he says unsurely, his attention snapping towards the sound, squinting while trying to make out your figure from afar. Your tensed shoulders drop in response. Deciding that there wasn’t much you could do, you turn around and walk towards him, feeling a little guilty that you’ve probably interrupted his time alone.

He watches as you make your way towards him, scooting to his left in order to make space for you because unbeknown to you, he was not at all bothered by your presence. In fact, he had just been thinking about you along with a question that had been looming over his head for quite some time. And the fact that you somehow managed to appear in this exact moment, almost as if it was fate, only left him in further awe.

“I thought you were asleep,” you chuckle, gently sitting down on the empty spot next to him, slowly rubbing your slightly cut hands together in an attempt to stay warm.

“I was going to sleep, but,” he pauses, “I just couldn’t,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “and well why waste such a good view by being in bed, am I right?,” he laughs before quickly noticing the fresh scar on your hand, “What happened?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

You shrug your shoulders in response, “I came to grab some more firewood from Hobi’s car and well long story short, I dropped them and well I got left with this,” you laugh, not taking your tiny injury too seriously.

Opening up your hand to further show him, he carefully examines the pinkish-red scar which was now slightly swollen, sighing in disappointment, “Mm you should’ve gone to go get it disinfected,” he mumbles, slightly shaking his head as he decides that he wasn’t going to lecture you any further, for in the past year he’s learned that even someone as sweet as you, has their own buttons capable of being pushed. 

Having pushed them many, many times before, tonight he just wanted you to feel relaxed and not have to worry about whether he’d say the wrong thing or not. Tonight… well tonight he just wanted for you to seek comfort in his presence, the same way he’d found comfort in yours along the way.

“It doesn’t hurt too much if I’m being honest,” you give him a small reassuring smile, if anything your hands felt more clammy than they did pain. The warm feeling in your chest only expanding to the point where you swore you could feel it at the bottom of your toes. 

Honestly, it was a feeling you found yourself all too familiar with these days, and though you knew what it was, you were also unsure on how to act on it, fearful of ruining the friendship with Jungkook that had gone through several ups and downs this year. And so for you the easiest thing to do was to just avoid thinking about it and avoid talking about it.

But there was no denying that the rush of emotions you’d feel whenever you managed to crack a laugh out of Jungkook to the point where his nose would scrunch so high up that you were sure that those happy days would last forever, or the ticklish butterflies you’d feel in your stomach on movie nights where he’d randomly begin to twirl your hair with his fingers, and the rapid heartbeat you’d feel hitting against your chest after an argument over something so trivial, until of course after several days of the silent treatment, one of you would get over themselves and stubbornly apologize whether it be through words or actions, were nothing but love.

Because even in the good and bad of your friendship, the arguments and the laughs, the tears and the smiles, somehow along the way you had found yourself falling in love with the boy who was nothing more than a stranger a year ago today.

“50 more minutes,” he says under his breath, bringing you back to reality.

Awkwardly you smile, “Yeah…” you breathe, the cold crisp weather causing vapor to come out of your mouth, a sign that you were freezing despite having such a thick sweater on. Jungkook is quick to take notice, offering his own puffy jacket for you to wear, to which you quickly refuse, “Take it, I have a sweater underneath anyway,” he pressures. You find it doubtful that his black cotton turtleneck was going to be sufficient enough for him in this weather. 

You giggle at his sweet gesture, finding it all too endearing, “I’m telling you I’m good,” you laugh, your shivering fingers telling a different story, “Until the clock strikes twelve at least,” you bargain, pushing the sweater in his hand away back towards him, “then I’ll go back to the warm cabin.” 

He looks at you as if unconvinced, but decides to drop it and take your word for it. And if you somehow managed to weasel into staying any longer past 12, then he’d just have to forcefully carry you back to the cabin.

Soon a comfortable silence fills the air, the two of you appreciating not only the view but each other’s presence. How fitting was it that the person you met on New Year’s day last year was going to be the person you ended it with, and begin a whole ‘nother year with.

“Can you believe it’s been one whole year since we’ve met,” he suddenly breaks the silence, almost as if reading your mind. To that you let out a small breathy chuckle, in disbelief yourself. Time had gone both so slow and fast this year, it was fascinating really, how you could be both so aware and unaware that someone’s very own existence was beginning to take such a special place in your heart.

“It feels like,” you pause momentarily, a small gentle smile appearing on your face as you remembered your first encounter with Jungkook, not knowing that it’d only be the beginning to the originally rocky relationship you had with him, “It feels like it was only yesterday.”

December 31, 2018.

New Years Eve.

11:00 PM.

“Only one hour left until the new year everybody!” the DJ shouts onto his mic and over the blasting music of the party you were currently at, “Make sure you grab that special somebody before the clock strikes 12!”

“You heard him y/n, go grab a special somebody,” Hobi teases, the two of you currently sitting at the bar acting as mere spectators to the group of partygoers that were currently having the time of their life on the dance floor.  

For both you and Hobi, this type of setting was a little… how could you describe it … out of place for the two of you, but after weeks of begging from both Jimin and Taehyung and a little added pressure from Namjoon and Yoongi, the two of you now found yourselves here drinking the final night of 2018 away.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny,” you playfully roll your eyes, grabbing the shot glass full of tequila and downing the surprisingly smooth liquor. Hobi follows suit and chugs down his own. A squirmful look on his face following soon after. “Maybe if I drink enough, I’ll find myself dancing just like them,” you laugh, glancing at your group of friends who were currently acting as the life of the party, Jimin busting out what he calls his most “exclusive” moves.

Hobi, unlike him, remains silent which catches your attention. His attention was now on his phone, his face now appearing both red and stressed out. Nosily, you stretch your neck and attempt to peak at what could possibly have your roommate so worried, but Hobi’s quick to catch you. Immediately he pulls his phone towards his chest.

You gasp in dramatic fashion because one, your roommate wasn’t one to keep secrets from you, and two, well you were beginning to feel a little tipsy. “Now what could Jung Hoseok be hiding,” your words come out slightly slurred, a sign that the only thing you should be drinking from this point onward was some water.

“I’m not hiding anything,” he’s quick to respond, back on his phone but this time keeping it out of your reach, his fingers quickly tapping against the glass screen. You could only wonder who it was that had him typing as if his life depended on it.

“Come onnnnn,” you sing, playfully pushing his shoulder, “It can’t be that interesting, considering you don’t do much,” you pout. He looks up from his phone for a moment, but only to shoot you a glare, excusing your teasing with the fact that you were barely holding onto the state of being tipsy and on the brink of being considered drunk.

Hobi’s eyes quickly read the most recent text he’s received, rolling his eyes at whatever it was before sighing in distress, “You really wanna know?” eagerly you nod your head yes, “Well I was hoping he would be here so I could introduce you to him,” he gently shakes his head, clearly disappointed by tonight’s outcome.

“Ooooo who's the special person,” you quirk your brows up and down, but Hobi’s quick to shoot the idea down.

“Oh no, no, it’s not like that,” he laughs, “this person is a..” he pauses, trying to look for the best word to describe his relationship with said person, “Mm I guess we can call him a childhood friend,” he hums, “and well he’s been going through a bit of a tough time right now and well long before me and you ever met, he went out of his way to help me and well I think this time it’s only right that I’m there for him.” you tilt your head, slightly confused as to where this was going, “And sooo,” he sings, “I was hoping that by bringing you here and having you in a fun mood, that I could ask if he could stay at our place for a couple of months…”

You remain silent, Hobi’s words processing through your head one by one, an effect of the alcohol currently running through your system, “Only until he gets used to being in Seoul again, and finds some kind of solid ground here of course,” Hobi throws it in, worried that your silence meant rejection.

“Oh…” you mumble, thinking to yourself for a moment. Hobi’s friend huh? Well you and Hobi were like two peas in a pod, meaning whoever was a friend of his, was a friend of yours, point blank. You trusted that whoever this friend was, and whatever predicament they were in, chose to go to Hobi for the sole reason that Hobi was one of, if not the kindest person you’ve ever met, and was one of the very rare kind of people who made sure that whatever it was a person was going through, that they found a way to overcome it. And well you also assume that Hobi was going to take care of this person’s expenses … right?

You smile once you reach a decision, “Of course they can stay Hobi,” you laugh, a little offended that he thought you’d say no, but glad that he asked anyway.

Immediately Hobi breathes a sigh of relief, glad that he got that out of the way, “But he’s using your bathroom, make sure you tell him that!” you throw in, not wanting the order in which you had your things arranged to be touched with.

Hobi laughs in response, “I’ll make sure to tell Jungkook that,” so that was his name, Jungkook. Not too much of a common name in Korea, interesting, you think.

“So when do I get to meet our new temporary roommate?” you ask in eagerness, curiosity a driving force.

Hobi sighs recalling his text from not too long ago, “Well he was supposed to come here and celebrate tonight, giving you two a chance to meet beforehand, but,” he rereads the message on his phone, hoping the three bubbles would pop up at some point before scoffing and ultimately giving up, locking the screen, “I’m not entirely too sure if he’s going to make it.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you get up from the bar stool and stretch out your arms, yawning in turn, “Mm well I guess I’ll just meet him on move in day,” you joke around, glancing at the time on your phone, “but for now I need to go pee before the countdown, there’s only like 10 minutes left,” you exclaim, surprised by how fast the hour had gone by. Hobi nods in response, getting up himself and making his way to the dance floor, joining your group of friends.

And so you begin to walk towards the ladies’ room, humming yourself a tune over the EDM music that was currently close to rupturing your eardrum. How people liked this kind of music was something you’d never understand, but to each their own right? Luckily you weren’t as drunk as you thought you were, the effects of the tequila only acting as something quick and not long lasting. Now in more of a buzzed state than “drunk”.

“MmmMmmMmm,” you hum, pushing the door of the ladies room and making your way into one of the stalls. But what you saw once you opened the restroom stall was … um …. it was safe to say that you were shocked at the sight in front of you. Shocked to the point where you couldn’t even properly react, not even a shriek coming out of your mouth. 

Instead you just stood there, wide eyed, at the sight of a brown haired woman on her knees, with her hair in a messy ponytail giving um … oral … on what you could only describe as a very very handsome man.

Now if you were to ask if he was really all that into it? Well it seemed a bit unclear considering how the two of you were now having a complete stare down, a shocked expression on your face while he had a stoic one on his, until slowly a small smirk began to appear on his face.

He scoffs before saying, “Enjoying the view?” and with that you finally shriek and quickly close the stall dorm, practically running out the door because not only were you embarrassed by the situation that just happened but still in complete shock.

“Oh my God,” you breathe out, leaning your head against the wall in an attempt to process what just happened. And once you did, you facepalmed yourself in frustration, mad at the reaction you had because God was that embarrassing. 

You had acted as if you’d never seen, hell, as if you’d never done the dirty with someone, but for some reason walking in on someone receiving their um... pleasure… had you feeling like a kid who didn’t know about the birds and the bees. And his little comment only added salt to the wound, he probably thought you were enjoying the view with how long you had stayed there standing like an idiot!

“Start grabbing your partners everyone because the countdown is happening in exactly three minutes everybody! Three minutes till we enter 2019!” Three minutes?! You had to find your friends quick! Pushing off what happened to the back of your mind, you speed walk back to the main sector of the club, looking through the crowd of people in hopes of finding at least one of your friends.

“Where could he b—Ah!” you impulsively squeal once you spot Hobi along with the rest of your friends, quickly making your way towards them, Hobi spotting you as well.

“There you are! What took you so long?” Hobi asks, but just as you’re about to answer, a voice from behind interrupts.

“I caught traffic, and well parking was a bitch,” the voice, all too familiar, sends a feeling of panic through your body because turning to face the owner of said voice, was just as surprising as the scene you walked in on only moments ago.

“Y/N! This is Jungkook, Jungkook this is Y/N, my roommate I was telling you about,” Hobi shouts over the music, and all you can do is stare at the man in front of you wide eyed. Your mouth slightly agape in shock, while Jungkook on the other hand has a teasing grin on his face, as only the two of you knew what had transpired in the ladies’ restroom. He sticks his hand out for you to shake and you notice the small number of tattoos that cover his hand.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we got one minute on the clock! Start saying your goodbyes to 2018, and get ready to say hello to 2019!” The DJ shouts excitedly, lowering the music for the countdown that’s about to begin.

“Earth to Y/N?” Hobi says waving his hand in front of you, having left Jungkook with his hand open for quite some time now.

“Oh,” you say, bringing yourself back to reality and shaking his hand in return, but the moment you do he brings you in for a small friendly hug, “What a small world,” he whispers into your ear, winking at you as he pulls away.

Hobi, unaware of how you two originally met, rolls his eyes, “Hey, hey hey, she’s our roommate not some girl you can go messing around with,” Hobi says, “Now come on you two, there’s only 15 seconds left!” gently he shoves the two of you towards your groups of friends who were now wearing their New Year’s props which included giant sunglasses, feathered boa’s, and more.

“In 10, 9, 8 , 7, 6…” everyone begins to scream the numbers of the countdown, 2018 clearly leaving with a bang, “5,4,3!” you suddenly feel an arm wrap over your shoulder, and like in the movies a part of you expected it to be the man you just met, but thankfully enough it was Jimin who was clearly drunk, excited, and in clear need of catching his balance. But of course that didn’t mean someone didn’t have their eyes on you from afar…

“2, 1! Happy New Year!” The fog machine erupts and the strings of golden confetti begin to fall from the club’s ceiling. Cheers to the New Year.

Clutching your stomachs in laughter, the two of you poke fun at the recollection of that fatal first encounter, “I really walked in on you getting,” you heave in such a way that you’re incapable of completing the sentence, genuine laughter filling the air.

“Hey, you were the one who stood there like you’d never seen a—” playfully you push his shoulder before even he gets the chance to finish his own sentence.

“Like what you see?” you exaggeratingly mimic his voice from that night, lowering your voice by several octaves. He cries out in laughter, tears now forming in the corners of his eyes, feeling cringe at his choice of words from a year ago today. Who did he think he was? “The woman didn’t even bother to look up! Clearly you had her enamored in what she was doing!” you tease, and in response he wraps his arms around you in a playful manner, telling you that he didn’t want to hear any more.

“What even happened when I left?” you ask, curious to know the answer considering you only knew what you did afterwards.

“Well I overheard the DJ yell about the countdown so I had to cut it short, and well we exchanged numbers. I mean it wasn’t at all a drunk hookup or anything, I was sober, she was sober. I think I went out with her once afterward, but,” he shrugs his shoulders, “It was just meant to be a one time thing I guess,” he mumbles, shaking his head in slight shame and embarrassment. See a year ago, hookups like that were the norm for him, but a year ago he was also nothing like the person he was now. Was it for the better? He’d like to think so.

Shaking your head, you mumble, “To think our relationship would only get worse,” you stare at him accusingly, “no thanks to you!” He stays silent, not bothering to deny the accusation.

“Hey you didn’t make it any easier!” he huffs, “Do you need help with that? What’s that? I don’t think that should be placed there,” he mocks your questions from that day many months ago, move in day.  

“I was just trying to be nice! Make things less awkward, you know?” you feel your cheeks get red, now seeing how pushy you had probably been.

He scoffs, “No you just didn’t want your things invaded with mine,” it was now your turn to stay silent.

“Mm,” you hum.

January 2019.

“I don’t think that should go there,” you whisper to Hobi, watching Jungkook place more of his things around your apartment, secretly hoping it was the last batch. 

This had to at least be your 15th complaint today, but what bothered Jungkook more was that not only wouldn’t you tell it to his face, but they’d be said in such a superficial tone. He didn’t care if you were trying to be “nice”, it sounded fake and prissy and he’d prefer it if you could just shut up for one moment. People like you were just so… annoying, and to think he thought you were cute.

“Do you need help?” your voice interrupts his train of thought, your figure now looming over his shoulder, and attempting to look at the content of his cardboard boxes. Harshly, he closes the flaps, momentarily scowling at you before taking a deep breath and putting on his best face.

“No it’s fine, I’m almost done but thank you though,” he says, now his turn to be superficial.

“Oh well just let me know if you need anything,” you smile, as unbeknownst to Jungkook, you really were just this nice of a person. Yeah, things may still be a little awkward on your part because of what happened on New Years Eve, you of course having to pep talk yourself several times in the mirror this morning, but to you it was important you established some kind of friendship with your new roommate. Even if he wasn’t going to be here for long.

“I’m gonna go get us takeout,” Hobi announces, not only tired but hungry from having helped Jungkook carry his stuff upstairs to the apartment floor all day, because out of all days in the year, today the elevator just had to be out of service. “I’ll be back,” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and making his way out. Leaving you and Jungkook to yourselves.

An awkward silence fills the living room air, Jungkook currently taking a small break on the long couch, while you sit on the short one, fidgeting with your fingers. Maybe you should make conversation? It wouldn’t hurt right?  

“So Jungkook,” you begin nervously, he looks up from his phone and places his attention on you, a stoic expression on his face, “um..”, you mentally scold yourself for not already having a question prepared before speaking, “where are you from?”

Furrowing his eyebrows, he scoffs, “Korea?” he says, as if stating the obvious.

Feeling flustered, you reiterate your question, “No I mean like where did you move from, you know…” your voice lowers at the end.

He sighs before responding, his attention now back on his phone, “I was in the states for a while, but I’m originally from Busan.”

Immediately you light up, seeing this as an opportunity to further the conversation, “Oh I have a friend from there, I don’t know if you met him on New Years, but his name is Jimin!” you excitedly ramble, “He was the one with the dirty blonde hair, black turtleneck, sparkly jac—”

“Yeah I know,” Jungkook rudely interrupts, now getting up from the couch and walking towards his new room, “Let me know when Hobi’s back, yeah? I’m freaking starving,” and with that he enters his room and shuts the door, leaving you slightly taken back.  

“Will do,” you quietly mumble to yourself, a little hurt to say the least by his cold action. Shrugging it off, you excuse it by assuming he was just grumpy. You were sure that he'd be more open to having conversation after settling his things in.

That night after cleaning a couple of your own things, and eating the food Hobi had brought, you remained in bed and on your laptop, Youtube surfing the rest of the night away. That was of course until you heard the sound of your restroom door opening and closing. Right away you get up, already knowing what transpired, but wanting to see the mess that was most likely made with your own two eyes.

Walking into your restroom, you’re immediately hit with the scent of your strawberry shampoo and lavender body wash mixed in with the foggy steam that was created, a result of an extremely hot shower. The sink, a travesty to look at, was spilled with water all over and you did not even want to get started on the “manly” products that were now side to side with yours behind the mirror’s cabinet. Meanwhile, your hair brush was covered in strands of dark brown hair that clearly weren’t yours. But the final straw? Finding the cap of your $100 dollar serum halfly screwed closed with remnants dripping down the bottle.

Shutting the cabinet, you practically stomp out of your restroom and immediately towards Jungkook’s door. Raising your hand to knock, you take in a deep breath, reminding yourself to be calm. Maybe Hobi didn’t tell him anything about using your restroom. This was only going to be a one time thing until you cleared it out with him.

Gently, you knock on his door, patiently awaiting his response. You could hear the sound of muffled music playing in the background, meaning it was probably much louder inside the room than out. Raising your hand to knock again, the door swings open just as you’re about to tap against the black wooden door. A shirtless Jungkook with your baby blue towel wrapped around his waist.

“Yes?” he smugly says, your cheeks almost an embarrassing shade of crimson. It’s hard to not look at what’s in front of you, but you manage.

“Oh um—” you fluster your words, “um —” you gulp before finding your words again, “I was hoping Hobi had told you about the bathroom situation…but um..I guess he didn’t so um yeah, my bathroom is only for me to us—”

“He did,” he cuts you off,  huffing a small laugh.

“He what?” you asked, unsure of what he was referring to, or at least acting dense about it because you did not want to believe that the shirtless boy in front of you completely disregarded the simple rule he was supposed to follow.

“He told me about the whole bathroom rearrangement, buuuuttt,” he teases, “your restroom has the bigger shower and well add strawberry scented shampoo and lavender body wash into the mix and honestly it was a done deal for me,” he stretches his arms above himself, dramatically yawning, his abdomen stretching out in such a way that the towel on his waist was barely clinging onto its dear life.

“But—But—”

“But what?” he cocks his head to the side, amused by your panicked behavior, “It’s also the closest one to me so,” he shrugs his shoulders, “Well if that’s all you came here for then, goodnight,” he winks at you before turning around and slamming the door once again.

You stand there bewildered by what just happened, your mouth agape in shock. Did that really just happen or? Because if it did then he practically just told you that he didn’t give one single fuck.

Making your way back to your room, you’re unsure on how to feel about everything that just happened because sure you’ve encountered your fair share of rude people before but to live with one was a completely different story. And Jungkook wasn’t only rude, he was the smug kind, the “I know I’m good looking, so I can treat anyone the way I want to because my good looks will let me get away with it,” type of rude. Was it a little specific? Yes. But it’s true. Honestly, it was the type of person you thought only existed in rom-coms but clearly they exist in real life. Jungkook being a prime example of such an attitude.

“Just a couple of months,” you breathe out, throwing yourself onto your bed in exasperation, “until he gets settled down in Seoul,” you repeat Hobi’s words from New Years Eve to yourself, sighing before allowing slumber to sweep over you.  

“So much for a couple of months,” you tease Jungkook, nudging his shoulder a little bit because a year later and he was still your roommate, and ironically it was you and Hobi who practically begged him to stay.

He scrunches his nose, “ I don’t see you complaining.”

You raise your hands in defense, “I’m just kiddinnn,” you sing, “What would I do without your buttermilk pancakes huh?” you grin at him, his eyes rolling playfully in return.

“Is that all you want from me? Pancakes!” he chuckles, “Ah I should’ve known,” he shakes his head. The two of you giggle at each other’s banter, his high pitched laugh truly infectious.

“What do you think y/n and Jungkook from the beginning of 2019 would think of this scene right now?” you ask, knowing the answer.

Jungkook ponders at the question for a moment before letting out a deep breath and answering, “Mm I think they’d have a hard time believing what’s in front of them, at least I would. I think you would be happy to see that your goal in becoming friends with your new roommate worked out just fine. It just took a bit of time was all…”

February 2019.

To say that you were struggling to live with Jungkook would probably be the biggest understatement of the year. From the constant use of your things without permission, to the blatant rude remarks he’d constantly throw at you, to the days where he’d be completely cold to you and the rest of the world, and don’t even let you get started on the constant women he’d bring over. You’d have to invest in some ear plugs soon if it kept going at the rate it was because at this point you knew Jungkook liked it um … rough … so to speak.  

You found yourself asking Hobi, “Has he settled down yet?” wayyyy too often. Sometimes it felt like Jungkook was purposely baiting you to stoop to his level, like as if he was itching to play a game of cat and mouse. And so for you to continuously suck it up and put on a fake smile for him, only made him do more things to bother you. 

He was like a mosquito pestering you at the back of your neck. He wouldn’t stop until he got his fangs, or whatever it was that mosquitos used to bite, into you. For what reason? You truly did not know, for you have been nothing but nice to him since the day he moved in.

You often wondered how Hobi could put up with it, you mean Jungkook wasn’t exactly mean to Hobi, but he did throw remarks and eye rolls here and there. The best way to describe it was that Jungkook was treating you two like punching bags, and a part of you wanted to know why? Not only why, but where? Where is Jungkook from? Why was he in the states? What made him come back? Why can’t he go back to Busan? Does he have family? How does Hobi even know the dude? Why does Jungkook wake up with a stick up his ass every morning? Why was Jungkook angry at the world and when did he decide that he was going to take it out on you two, especially you. Honestly you were unsure if you’d ever get answers to your questions, but it wouldn’t matter in a couple of weeks when he was gone, right?

Luckily though the only times you really did see Jungkook was on weekends, and even then if you weren’t out doing some nightly festivities then he was. Or while you went grocery shopping he was working out or something, Not to mention that weekdays you worked AM shifts at your job while Jungkook, who had been hooked up with a job at one of the coffee shop’s Hobi managed, worked afternoon to night shifts. 

This meant that whenever you were going to work, Jungkook was catching up on his sleep and vice versa. But occasionally when you two did bump paths, let’s say going to your restroom, he definitely used those opportunities to try and get under your skin. Each and every time, failing to do so.

But today something was different. You weren’t sure if it was because as you were driving to work, coffee spilled onto your shirt at a speed bump because someone stole your favorite coffee thermo which had a securable lid. This then caused you to be 30 minutes late which then resulted in you receiving your first ever official warning. Or maybe it was because you had to not only stay an extra 30 minutes, but an extra hour because someone’s late night hook up the night prior kept you up and completely unfocused. You personally had chosen to go to sleep than stay up and listen to some girl screaming about how much deeper she wanted it while trying to type up your monthly report. And then of course who could forget the cherry on top? Coming back home to that same certain someone, and having to deal with the accusations that you stole his banana milk.

“I didn’t steal anything,” you mumble, warming up the japchae Hobi had left for you on the stove. Jungkook gets up and opens the fridge door, dramatically showing you the empty spot where his banana milk was usually at.

“Well someone did, and Hobi says it wasn’t him and well I trust Hobi so,” Jungkook shrugs, looking at you with a deadpan look on his face. Sadly, Hobi probably asleep already, tired from what you assumed was a long day of work and the thing about Hobi was once he went to sleep there was no waking him up. That boy could sleep through the world ending, “I don’t exactly think it’s beneath you to steal my things…” he says, each one of his words dripping with venom.

You?! Stealing his things?! When he’s the one who's been taking your things left and right?? If he had caught you on any other day, you probably would’ve shrugged his accusations off, hell you might’ve even taken the blame and offer to buy him a new pack. But right now, you could feel your blood almost boiling. How dare he!

“I,” your voice rises, completely ready to go off on the boy, until you hear a door slam, Hobi coming out completely groggy and clearly annoyed.

“Will you two just,” his voice is heavy, sighing in frustration, “Y/N just go and eat in your room,” he says, feeling like a parent to two fighting siblings.

“But—” you’re about to fight your case, until Hobi interrupts.

“Y/N…” he looks at you in despair, his tone a clear indicator that he wasn’t mad, he wasn’t annoyed, he was just tired. You grab your food from the stove, having to pass by Jungkook as you leave the kitchen.

“Was little miss saccharine finally going to pop?” he scoffs, the two of you momentarily having a stare down, until quickly you compose yourself, the fake smile he knew all too well back on your face.

“Goodnight Jungkook,” you say, before making your way back into your room, peeved that Hobi scolded you and not Jungkook, that was until you heard the sound of muffled voices through your closed door. 

If you wanted to get a better listen you were going to have to crack open the door without making a single sound, something that would be embarrassing if you managed to fail. Deciding that you were too nosy for your own good, you thankfully succeed in doing so, their voices sounding much clearer to your ears.    

“You know she’s having a bad day, and yet—” you hear the sound of Hobi flapping his arms in despair, “and yet you still make her your target of the day,” he says.

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asks, his voice telling you that he was ready to go on the defense.

“Jungkook let’s not act dense,” Hobi says, “What are we in preschool? You have some crush, and think being mean will get you your way with her?” Hobi accuses, which Jungkook immediately denies.

“She wishes,” he mumbles in return, “I treat her like I treat everyone,” he clarifies, almost sounding proud.

“No you treat her worse,” Hobi adds, “if you’re not giving her some backhanded compliment then you’re completely giving her the cold shoulder. I probably only get half of what she does, and even I’m getting fed up with it, so I could only imagine how she feels,” he sighs, “but Y/N is a very very nice person, and since that first day I met her in till even today, I have never seen her get mad at anyone, but you my friend are,” he pauses, trying to think of the best way to describe it, “well you’re pushing buttons that I’ve never seen pushed.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Yeah because her whole act of “I’m miss goody two shoes and can never even hurt a fly” act is such bullshit,” he drops his air quotes, “a grown ass woman acting like telling someone off will add some kind of dent to the image I’m sure has taken her a very long time to build.”

With every word he says, you could feel your stomach drop further and further down. The lump in your throat desperate to be let out. “She probably has you and the rest of the world fooled, but I can see right through it. It’s people like her who will lie to your face, and tell you everything you want to hear because they don’t want to be painted out as some bad guy. And let me tell you people like that are much worse than me because at least I have the balls to tell it like it is to someone’s face rather than protect my own ego, ” he finishes his rant, the veins on his neck faintly popping.

Hobi remains silent for a moment, taking in everything Jungkook said, then pushing his hair back with his hand, an indicator that he was stressed, “Look man, I’m letting you stay here so you can get back on your feet, and because you didn’t want go back to Busan,” he sighs, knowing he’s stepping on broken glass, “I don’t know what happened over there in the states, and I’m not gonna ask about it because I’m sure you’ll talk about it the day you’re ready to,” he pauses, “But what I do know is that you’re right, Y/N does fake her persona from time to time…” you feel your heart drop, while Jungkook’s face goes smug. That is until Hobi continued with what he was saying, “But the same way I’m not gonna ask you about why you came back to Korea a completely cold person, I’m not gonna question why she acts the way it does, especially because it's not hurting anyone.”

“Of course you wo—”

Hobi cuts him off before he can continue, “Let me finish,” he sternly says, his brows knitted, “But as long she keeps letting her feelings build up the way I’m assuming they are, and you keep acting the way you are now then—” he sighs, “There’s going to be a day where the water in the pot is going to boil over and well I don’t wanna be here when it happens,” his presses his lips together, shaking his head at the mere idea, “All I ask for Jungkook is that you try to be a little nicer to her, just for once. I think the two of you would actually be pleasantly surprised at how much in common you have,” Jungkook tries his best to bite his tongue, seeing just how tired his friend looked, “Maybe not even nice to her, just decent. Can you do me that favor?”

Jungkooks lets out a huff of air before silently nodding his head yes, Hobi giving him a small smile in return, “Thanks Jungkook, now I can actually go to sleep instead of hearing you two bicker,” he says before tapping on his shoulder and going back into his room. You, on the other hand, quickly wipe any droplets that fall from your eyes, closing the door before Hobi could notice the crack that was there.

Jungkook sits in the kitchen chair for a while, reflecting on the lecture Hobi just gave him. Hating that the feeling of guilt was beginning to seep in because unlike Hobi, before his little lecture, Jungkook knew that there had been a pair of ears listening in and he knew you could hear every word that came out of his mouth as your little attempt to crack open the door wasn’t as slick as you thought it was ….he just hadn’t cared.

“Just be decent,” Jungkook whispers to himself before turning off the kitchen lights and heading to bed. The two of you lying in your own beds at night, a lot on each other's mind.

“And to think Hobi ended up predicting everything that was going to happen,” Jungkook shakes his head, remembering his friend’s warning to him.

“That’s our Hobi,” you laugh, “always one step ahead, well when he wants to be of course,” you add, a small chuckle coming out of Jungkook’s mouth in response.

“You think he knew what he was doing the whole time?” Jungkook asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Like in terms of allowing everything to play out, you know? Because if he wanted to he could’ve kicked me out from the beginning…” you ponder on his question for a bit, thinking back to Hobi’s role in this whole tale.

“Mm I think he knew but was probably unsure the whole time, you know? Unsure if things would work out the way he set em up to be, I don’t know if he’ll ever tell us but…” you pause, “I think he knew what he was doing from the moment he told you that you could live with us, and I definitely think it was bullshit on his part when he said that he didn’t know what happened to you in the states,” you laugh because you could picture Hobi doing his own research on Google late at night, “So I guess he just knew that there were two people in his life in desperate need of a…” you look for the right word to describe it.

“Reality check?” Jungkook fills in for you, but you shake your head no.

“Mm,” you hum, “No, I dont think thats the way to put it, hmm, how about this…” you pause one last time before continuing, wanting to make sure you said everything correctly, “Hobi had two pieces to a puzzle that needed to connect together in order to complete said puzzle, but after lots of tosses and turns in their box well the two pieces just didn’t fit together anymore. In fact they refused to even try and fit with another, deciding that they were going to live with their new flaps and dents, and ignoring the fact that in order to complete the puzzle they needed to come together,” you let out a small laugh, “and so Hobi took a gamble, and decided to leave the pieces alone for the time being, in hopes that maybe, just maybe with a little bit more tosses and turns they’d realize that by coming together they’d be left with nothing but a beautiful image to show,” a warm smile appears on your face, “Yeah I think I like how that sounds, what do you think?” you turn to face Jungkook who was staring at you with his doe-eyed expression, completely speechless.

“Or was I too wordy?” you laugh, “I reached didn’t I?” you begin to ramble, “Ah I really need to—” suddenly you feel a cold finger pressed against your lips, Jungkook sounding a tiny “shh” soon after.

“I think it was perfect,” Jungkook softly whispers, what could only be described as a loving smile on his face. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, feeling your cold face get warmed up due to the heat that was rising from your cheeks. Reminding you of a memory from only months ago…

March 2019.

“Remind me why I’m going again?” you walk out of the hallway and into the living room, heels clicking against the wooden floor.

“Because you are tonight’s designated driver,” Hobi reminds you, “and well we all don’t fit in Seokjin’s mini cooper so there’s that,” he laughs. You sigh in return, looking at your reflection for the 100th time tonight. “Jungkook, you almost ready?” Hobi shouts from the living room, not keen on his friend’s habit of always getting ready at the last minute.

Tonight was one of, if not the only, rare occasions that both you and Jungkook would be at an outing together, and even then Hobi was always with you two, acting as the facilitator. Jungkook and you usually parted your separate ways the moment you’d arrive somewhere, especially at parties. And so today you didn’t really expect anything different. 

It had been about a month since Hobi’s little lecture to Jungkook, and in a way it did have some kind of positive effect on Jungkook. These days he was now much more quiet and reserved, and honestly you preferred the cold shoulder over the constant attitude so you were definitely not complaining.

You were even surprised this morning when you found your bathroom products to be completely replaced by new bottles, including your serum! Of course they had been slightly used, meaning Jungkook wasn’t going to let go of his grip on them just yet, but at least it meant that he had the decency to realize that if he was going to be using them all the time, then it was only right that he occasionally paid for them. 

Even last week when you heard him mumble a small, “that was good, thank you,” after making gyeran-mari’s for breakfast, you had to look at Hobi for confirmation that it really happened. Hell, he had even stopped constantly bringing women over, instead beginning to work out more often as you would now hear his grunts come from doing sit ups than from doing um… yeah. It looked like he even had a knack for boxing because you soon noticed how he’d come back home with hands wrapped in bandages or his gloves stringing along his duffel bag. Honestly, it was a little hot, but you’d rather die before admitting that to anyone.

“Ah I’m done, I’m done,” a voice comes out the hallway, Jungkook balancing on his right foot in a rush to put on his left shoe. Tonight he was dressed a little differently than his usual self, replacing his usual black attire and black combat boots for a more club friendly look of ripped blue jeans, black ankle boots, and a black fitted t-shirt. Of course not straying too far from his personal style. The new tattoo he had gotten recently was also in clear view tonight, his sleeve coming along quite nice in your opinion. He had recently even gotten his hair permed, allowing it to grow out longer than what you were used to seeing. It was crazy what a difference hair could make because it definitely made him look … better, in your eyes at least. 

All this change on his part, honestly made you feel a little dull, but that’d be something to dwell on for another day. For now, you just wanted to get tonight over with. The faster you got there, the quicker you could leave, and the earlier you could be in bed.  

“You took a whole ass hour for this?” Hobi eyes Jungkook up and down. Jungkook is quick to shoot him an offended look, while you on the other hand are struggling to suppress a laugh, “I’m not saying you look bad, in fact you look amazing, but this should not take you an hour!” Jungkook rolls his eyes, combing a hand through his hair.

“Are we going to get going or what?” he says, his cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment.

Once you all arrived, you were quick to meet up with the rest of your friends, everyone having pitched in for bottle service. Jungkook, who had become pretty cool with the rest of everyone, sat between Yoongi and Namjoon, all three of them laughing at God knows what. The bottle they had bought almost halfway done. 

You on the other hand, were just watching everyone, the only person besides yourself who wasn’t drunk was Seokjin, and even then he was too busy with his new girlfriend to pay you any attention. Not that you really minded considering she really was a kind person and well who could blame Seokjin for being head over heels. They even shared the same humor, something that was quite rare to find.

You weren’t sure if it was because tonight the club seemed extra packed, or maybe the dress you were wearing was feeling a little too tight or maybe it was the stench of all alcohol getting to you but something definitely fell off. And you did not like it one bit.

“Hey I’m gonna go out back and get some fresh air outside,” you tell Hobi over the music, giving you a small nod in acknowledgement, the boy was clearly very drunk. The moment you stepped out, you definitely did feel better, the crispy fresh air outside almost making you feel as if you were breathing for the first time. That was until you heard the sound of someone arguing.

“I saw you dancing with her! Stop trying to gaslight me into thinking you weren’t!” a woman screams, very much in distress by who you assumed was her boyfriend, “God, I knew I should’ve listened to my mom, you are a pig! And I deserve a man who's going to—

“What did you just say?” he grabs her by the arm, his atrocious grip surely going to cause her a bruise later on.

“Let go of me!” she cries, as he then grabs her by the hair, ready to toss her to the floor and do whatever else he wanted to do with her. You feel your breathing become heavier, watching the scene unfold in front of you, unsure of what to do. You were scared and you didn’t know how to defend yourself, let alone someone else. But you also knew that God forbid you were ever in that situation, you wouldn't want someone turning a blind eye on you, so you did what was only right.

“Hey!” you scream while walking towards the couple, catching the man’s attention, “Let go of her before I—”

“Before you what?” he lets go of her hair, now walking towards you as well. The woman watches you with shaky eyes, having never guessed that her savior would be a woman in black string heels and a face that for the most part was not at all intimidating.

You reach into your purse, hoping to get a feel for either your taser or pocket knife, but of course, of fucking course, on all days of the year it was no where to be found. Nonetheless, you muster up your courage and respond, “Before I call security,” you say, trying your best to sound confident.

He laughs, dramatically looking around to show you that no one around was here to help, “Anyone ever teach you to mind your fucking business, like how a woman should,” you gulp, almost losing balance while taking a step back as he only gets closer, “Huh?! Anyone every fucking teach you that?” he closes in on you, your back soon hitting the wall that was behind you.

“Just leave her alone!” the woman screams in hysteria.

“You stay the fuck out of it! You’re the whole reason she’s in this mess,” he mutters, his words completely slurred and his breath reeking like alcohol. You almost feel like vomiting at the accidental whiff you take because wow was this man just disgusting.

“See maybe if you would’ve just gone about your day, you wouldn’t be here right now,” he makes a ticking sound with his mouth, mocking you, “but” he sighs, “I guess whores just have to stick with each other, huh?” he grabs you by the scalp of your hair, this time not hesitating to throw you to the ground.

“Oh my—” the woman screams, panic flowing through her veins.

“Go!” you yell at her, giving her the chance to escape even if it meant sacrificing your own wellbeing. She hesitates for a moment before running, the sound of her heels tapping against the pavement was one of the last things you could hear before the ringing in your ears became all too much. 

You look at your hands for a moment, the stinging feeling almost unbearable as they had taken most of the impact of the fall, along with your knees. A part of you hoped he had left, that he had somehow magically disappeared or that you’d wake up to find that this was nothing more than a nightmare. But it wasn’t until you felt the grip of his hand on your hair again, that you’d come to realize the reality of your situation and that there was absolutely no one to help you.

The man lifts up his free hand, building power for the punch he was preparing to throw, as you could only throw your arms in front yourself in an attempt to minimize the impact of the punch. By now tears were falling from freely your eyes, small whimpers and sniffles coming out of fear. The final words you hear being spat from his mouth were, “you stupid bitch,” and in your head you count to three, waiting for the feeling of his fist against your face. But it never came.

Instead you feel the release of his hand on your scalp, and when you open your eyes you find him on the ground, not completely knocked out but he might as well be with just how out of it he looked. And though you weren’t drunk, you almost felt as if you were because absolutely everything around you was overlapping, hardly able to see anything in clear focus. But what you could make out was that there was a figure, and by the build you assume was a man, now sitting over the drunkard, throwing several punches at him. His goal was either to knock the man out or make sure he suffered every way possible before knocking him out.  

You stand there for a moment in shock as you hear the person’s voice, a voice that was all too familiar, “I dare you to fucking lay a hand on her again, I fucking dare you!” Jungkook yells, throwing another punch at the man, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” slowly your vision becomes clearer as you wipe away the tears that had been blocking your vision, and soon you realize if Jungkook kept going at the rate he was, the man was going to be killed.

Quickly you run towards Jungkook, attempting to grab his right arm before he swings again, “Jungkook stop!” you yell, but instead he pushes your arm away, too caught up in his rage to think straight. The drunk man looked as if he was barely holding on, blood now all over his face. “I said stop!” you yell at the top of your lungs, the veins on your neck popping. Jungkook, panting, looks up at you, momentarily stopping. “Just stop,” you cry, wanting this nightmare to be over.

Jungkook looks at the barely conscious man one more time, pulling him by the collar of his shirt so that he’d get a good look of him, “If I ever see you again, I won’t hesitate to—”

“Jungkook,” you stop him from finishing his sentence.

He sighs, “Just be glad she’s here because scum like you deserve to fucking rot,” he says, letting go of the man’s collar and allowing his head to hit the pavement. He gets up from his position and begins to pat his black shirt of any dirt, catching his breath along the way. “You okay?” he asks, intensely staring at you.

But before you could respond, a voice screams, “Hey!” the two of you look up at said voice, only to find a security guard with a flashlight in his hand and his walky talky on the other.

Jungkook quickly grabs you by the hand, causing you to wince at the sudden touch, “Come on,”  he says, pulling you to follow him.

He leads you back to the parking lot, confusion evidently on your face. It wasn’t until you turned back to find several security guards following after you that everything began to click together, panic now flowing through your veins. Hurriedly, you grab Hobi’s keys from your purse and unlock the door, your heart beating out of your chest.

Jungkook quickly hops in the passenger seat, his head throbbing from the amount of drinks he’s had, watching as you struggle to put the key in the ignition, clearly in a state of anxiousness. He yanks the keys from your hands and places them in himself, “Now drive!” he shouts, causing you to step ferociously on the gas pedal. Burning tire as you race off the parking lot.  

“God my head is fucking killing me,” Jungkook complains, his blood stained hands resting on his temple. By now the two of you were heading back home, Jungkook having texted Hobi through your phone that he was going to have to get a ride from Seokjin. For the situation you two were just in had required an immediate escape.

You on the other hand were driving in complete silence, still in a state of shock of what just happened. Jungkook having to constantly remind you that you were driving, several instances of you zoning out at a stop light happening way too often for his liking.

“I am way too drunk for this shit,” he mutters under his breath, the reality of what just happened beginning to kick in. The queasy feeling in his stomach became more and more unbearable with every turn you took. And don’t even get him started on his throat, which was currently as dry as the Sahara Desert. “Is there some kind of water in this car?” he asks, beginning to look through the car console and glove compartment.

“I don’t,” you pause and sigh, “I don’t know.”

“Then pull over here,” he deadpans.

You furrow your brows in confusion, “What?”

“Pull over,” he repeats, his patience running out.

Not questioning him a second time, you do exactly that, pulling over at the side of some park near your apartment. Jungkook takes in a deep breath before opening the door and sticking his head out, seconds later the sound of him vomiting making you feel as queasy as he did.

“Oh God,” you mumble to yourself, just wanting to be in bed already. But of course that wasn’t going to happen because soon enough Jungkook was getting out of the car and going to God knows where. “Where are you going?” you shout, as he walks towards the park.

“I need water,” he says, “You coming or what?” you contemplate on whether to follow him or not, before ultimately exiting the car and locking it. With the way he was stumbling his footsteps, it was better safe than sorry to follow him.

“BogoShipda!” Jungkook sings loudly to the trees in the park, all of the alcohol he drank at the club still running through his system. You stare at him in surprise, having never seen him act like this before, as he continues to sing.

“Now where’s a water fountain when you need one,” he mumbles, the darkness of the night sky making it hard for him to scan his surrounding area. You found yourself feeling a little scared in fact. The silhouette of the trees and the sound of the wind softly pushing against the branches only making the atmosphere more scary.

“Ah there it is!” Jungkook slurs his words, sounding like a kid at a carnival. Once he’s in front of the fountain, he pushes against the button, the water sprouting out of the fountainhead. You stare at him in silence as he hadn’t crouched down to drink yet, thus confusing you.

It wasn’t until you felt a tug at your hand and the sting of the water hitting against your scrapes that you felt like punching him. “What are you doing?” you ask, trying your best not to sound too peeved.

He looks at you before rolling his eyes, “What do you think I’m doing? I’m cleaning your hands,” he signals for you to give him your other hand, and without thinking you comply.

“I could’ve done this at home,” you say.

“I know, but the longer we wait the higher chance it'll end up getting infected by dirt so,” he looks at you with a know it all expression, and you mumble a small “I guess,” under your breath, the stinging sensation soon enough replaced by a cool one, your hands no longer feeling as rusty.

It isn’t until he’s finished that he takes a sip of water, exhaling a small “ahh” sound after downing several gulps. “Come on,” he grabs your hand again, leading you to a park bench with a small lamppost right next to it, providing a smooth yellow dim light.

“Why are we—”

“I just want to sit for a moment without the movement of a car, just for a bit,” he exhales a heavy breath, manspreading on the bench and throwing his head back, “just for a bit,” he repeats, his voice soft.

The two of you sit there in silence, “Why are you staring at me?” he asks with his eyes closed, feeling your intense stare.  

“I’m not—I’m not staring,” you stutter, he hums in response. Silence fills the air again, until Jungkook mumbles something that at first is inaudible.

“What?” you ask.

“I said I’m ˢᵒʳʳʸ,” you look at him confused, were you hearing him correctly?

“Wait what?” you ask again, it wasn’t your intention to come off as pushy nor pretentious but you were just seriously surprised as to what you were hearing.

He grumbles before repeating himself, “I said,” he drops his shoulders, “I said I’m sorry.” He opens his eyes to look at you, his usual smug behavior nowhere to be found on his face, he was being completely serious.

“Oh…” you pause for a moment before continuing, “Can I ask for what? I’m not trying to be mean or anything or act dense. I seriously just don’t know why,” you make sure you add those claims at the end, feeling as if you were walking on eggshells.

He looks at you momentarily before placing his view on the trees in front of you, “For not getting there earlier,” he mutters, as if disappointed with himself, “I went out because Hobi had told me to go check up on you, but,” he stays silent for a moment before continuing, clenching his jaw, “at first I sorta shrugged him off when he asked me, it wasn’t until he asked me second time that I actually went outside,” his voice shakes a bit and you notice that his eyes become slightly glossy, “and then a woman came running up to me rambling about someone about to get beaten up, but the last person I thought she was talking about was you,” he exhales loudly before continuing, trying his best to maintain his composure, “but either way I ran towards wherever she was pointing at, and that’s when I saw you on the floor,” his voice cracks, “and I just keep replaying everything in my head, and I just—” he closes his eyes and shakes his head, “I’m just sorry and I felt like you deserved to know that,” he concludes, a tear falling from his face.

And maybe it was because he was drunk, or maybe he just really did feel bad, but to see Jungkook this vulnerable was different to say the least. It was almost humanizing in some aspects.

Jungkook expected you to scream at him, to tell him that it was his fault you were put in that situation. That he could’ve prevented it from happening, that because of him you almost got beat to a bloody pulp.

No, in fact he doesn't expect you to, he wants you to. It’s what he deserves to hear from you. Had it not been for him and his ego, he would’ve gone out there the moment Hobi had asked him to, and you would’ve never had to deal with that drunk excuse of a human being to begin with. Or was the alcohol in his system just seriously getting to him because God did he feel sick.

“Jungkook it’s not your fault,” you begin, but Jungkook who's still looking at the trees, refuses to make eye contact. “Hey look at me,” you demand, tugging his hand in an effort to get him to look at you. When he does so, you continue, “That man was going to attack me whether you came or not because a weak man like that will attack the easiest target,” you state, a small chuckle escaping your lips, “It was no one’s fault but his, you hear me?” you squeeze his hand, “Not yours, not mine, not Hobi’s, not the lady, no one. Absolutely no one.”

More tears begin to fall from his bloodshot eyes, “You don’t get it y/n,” he shakes his head, “You don’t what that man could’ve done to you in that time I wasn’t there, you could’ve been killed for God’s sake,” he attempts to say it firmly, but his voice betrays him by whimpering in the end.

“But he didn’t!” you say, and without thinking you place his hand on your cheek, “I’m right here look! All because of you! Yeah you didn’t get there as early as you wished you could’ve, but you got there nonetheless! And if you hadn’t I probably would be sporting a big old black eye on my face and have one cheek bigger than the other right now. I’d look like one of those chipmunks from Alvin and the Chipmunks!” you laugh at your own joke, and for the first time ever, Jungkook laughs with you. His last first starting off as a small chuckle but the harder you laughed, the harder he did. The beginning to what would be you always hearing his high pitched laugh around the apartment, but let’s not get too far ahead right now.

They say when a human is drunk, they muster up the courage to do something they’d never do sober, but have always thought of doing in the back of their mind. It was often why people would blame a bold text to an ex on being “drunk” despite not taking one sip of their tequila shot, or why some people would excuse cheating on being “drunk” despite knowing it was something they wanted to do for a very long time. They were looking for an excuse to finally do it. And so now sitting here, with his hand caressed across your face, goofy grins plastered on your faces, he felt tempted to just kiss you.

It was weird really, yeah he thought you were cute, in fact there were days he’d found you hot, but anything past physical attraction had never really crossed his mind. To him, you’d always been and currently were his roommate who he found both superficial and performative. 

The one who once attempted to hide her strawberry scented shampoo in her room during work, in hopes that he wouldn’t go out of his way to find it. The one who liked her jjolmyeon more on the sour side than the sweet. The one who occasionally made him coffee and breakfast in the mornings, despite him being asleep after a long night of work of barristering. The one who for some odd reason almost never watched Netflix on the TV, but instead would watch it on her laptop on the couch, thus rendering the TV completely useless.

And so to be here, finally appreciating the person that you were after what could’ve been a near-death experience was a bit of a wake up call. And yeah like you said, maybe he didn’t get here as early as he should’ve been, but he got here nonetheless. He smiles to himself, your words having a double meaning behind them.

But for now he wanted to preserve this feeling, because he knew he was drunk. He was so drunk that the tree behind you was beginning to look like it was moving towards him. And so rather than kiss you, he instead decides to simply tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, deciding that if he felt like this tomorrow morning when he was sober then it’d be something worth looking into.

“I’m telling you, if I ever see that man again—”

“It was like,” you count on your fingers, “9 months ago Jungkook, I doubt you even remember his face,” you cut off, patting his shoulder.

“Mm,” he hums, “you’d be surprised how good I am at remembering faces, so when I tell you I’m still waiting for the day I come across him again, I mean it!” you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you sing,  “Hey at least something good came out of it,” you smile.

Jungkook looks at you with uncertainty, “Which is?”

Your small smile then becomes a toothy grin, “We became friends!” you exclaim excitedly, “temporarily at least,” you laugh.

April 2019.

It had been about two weeks since the incident at the club. Jungkook having completely avoided you since, and no you weren’t paranoid because originally you thought you were. It first started off with you not seeing him at all around the apartment, which you excused with you two having different work schedules like always. But then you’d notice he wouldn’t even drink the coffee you would make for him in the morning, it being left there on the counter for the entire day. 

And in the very rare moments you did manage to get a glimpse of him in the hallway either entering or exiting his room, the boy would completely avoid eye contact with you! But the final confirmation that told you he was avoiding you? He had bought his own shampoo and body wash for himself! Not just any kind, he bought an extra lather version of your own with exfoliating properties. And you didn’t if you could use it or not because, well because he was avoiding you! 

It wasn’t like you two kissed or anything! The most that happened was that you two shared a laugh! So then why was he avoiding you like the freaking plague? After a week of thinking about every possible reason he could be, you had given up. You’d accepted that you were back at square one with him, but it wasn’t like you were ever at square two to begin with. And so that’s why yesterday when Hobi told you he’d be going on a morning/afternoon hike trip on Saturday with Namjoon, you were skeptical on how Jungkook would manage to avoid you.

It was also why this morning in bed, when you heard what sounded like furniture being moved at 7 in the freaking morning, you were unsure about getting up and saying something or remaining in bed. Luckily you didn’t have to think about it for too long because you soon heard the sound footsteps coming closer to your bedroom door. As a result, you quickly threw yourself under the covers and pretended to be asleep.

It definitely had to be Jungkook who had just entered your room, the heavy footsteps acting as a signal to you that it was. Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of your drawer being pulled open, “What the hell did he think he was doing? Should you turn around and scare him? Hmm. No,” you think to yourself because soon enough you felt a hand gently shake your body.

“Y/N,”  he whispers, clearly in belief that you were asleep. You let him shake you around a little more, just to make your little “I’m just waking up” act a little more believable, “Y/N,” he repeats, and this time you begin to make groggy sounds. Actress of the Year Award : Check.

“Mm,” you hum, but you’re quickly jolted awake when you feel your covers get pulled off of you, “What are you—” you look up at Jungkook, who was dressed in complete workout gear. But what really had you concerned, was the workout clothing he had folded in his hands because well they were yours.

He tosses the matching pair of black leggings and sports bra, “Go change,” he sternly says, only causing you to look at him in further confusion.

“B-b-but-” Jungkook knows you’re about to not only complain, but ask many many questions. Because that’s just the type of person you are.

“Hobi told me you like buttermilk pancakes with extra syrup, but that since yours always come out burnt and his come out too dull, that the only time you get to eat them is if you go to a breakfast restaurant,” you narrow your eyes at him, confused as to where this was leading to, “Well at the coffee shop I work at, we have a weekly Pancake Tuesday and well let’s just say a certain someone has been rated top pancake maker for 2 months now,” you quirk your brow in interest, continuing to listen, a smirk now on his face, “and let’s also say this certain someone has a stack of warm pancakes sitting there on the kitchen island, untouched and certainly uneaten.”

You quickly smile at what he was insinuating, “BUT you can only eat them if you get up, get ready and change in 5 minutes,” he looks at the clock, “starting now.” And in the blink of an eye you were up and running towards your restroom because certainly if that didn’t get you up and out of bed, he wasn’t sure what would.

Quickly you brush your teeth and fix up your hair a bit, curious to know what Jungkook had planned out. To think you thought he was avoiding you! Well he was … but that doesn’t matter anymore! Placing your shoes on you begin to make your way towards the living room, the thought of eating those buttermilk pancakes almost making your mouth drool. That was until you stepped into the living room, stopping dead in your tracks.

Your eyes glaze over everything, blinking veryyy slowly, in order to make sure you were seeing things correctly. Jungkook had transformed your living room into some kind of um … workout center? For boxing? He had everything from the red punching bag, the reflex bag, the speed ball, jump rope, mini dumbbells, and most importantly boxing mitts for some one-on-one training. Everything was an adequate enough size to fit in all into the living room, but not too big in a way that it couldn’t be stored in the extra closet you had in the hallway.

“Why did you—” Jungkook hands you a pair of shiny black boxing gloves, along with bandages.

“I’m going to teach you the basics of boxing,” he presses his lips together, “whether you like it or not,” he says.

“Jungkook I don’t thin—”

“You don’t think what?” he looks at you in a way that tells you he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I’m not really cut out for this kind of stuff,” you try to make an excuse for yourself anyway, but he wasn’t buying it.

“Because you have no experience, which is exactly why I’m going to teach you,” his brows draw together, a stern look on his face as he now makes eye contact with you, “You can’t just always expect someone to pop out of thin air and come to your rescue y/n, what happened two weeks ago was a mix of both good timing and sheer luck,” he sighs while pulling out a taser and pocket knife from his pocket, “and though this is helpful in many situations, you seem to forget to take these with you,” he scolds, “guess where they were the night at the club?” You stay silent, “the kitchen island,” he answers for you.

“Okay I get it, I get it,” you say, “I need to learn how to protect myself without using those,” you point to the items in his hand.

“Exactly, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he playfully pats your head, “so we’ll be doing this every weekend for the next eight weeks, from 7AM till 2PM. We might even throw an occasional weekday night in there if I don’t get out of work too late.”

“7AM?!” you shriek, “Oh no no no, you sir are crazy,” you protest, shaking your head in denial, “No amount of pancakes will have me waking up that early every weekend.”

“Oh come on! The more hours you do, the better you’ll get!” he bargains with you, catching you off guard by throwing his arm around your shoulder, your cheeks going red as a result.

“Jungkook,” you dramatically cry out, ready to stomp your feet on the floor like a little kid, the only thing preventing you was you not wanting the downstairs neighbors to come up and complain.

He tightens his grip on you, “Come onnnnn,” he sings, “I’ll let you use my new body wash with the exfoliating properties,” he teases you, having heard you complain to Hobi one morning about being unsure of whether or not you could use it. You truly were too kind for your own good, cause if the situations were reversed, Jungkook would’ve just gone ahead and used it.

You narrow your eyes at him once again, “More like you’re buying me one of my own!” you demand and he nods in agreement, “Also, where did you even manage to get all this?” you ask, genuinely curious as to how he managed to buy all this.

“Um let’s just say I have a buddy at the boxing gym who didn’t really need these anymore,” you stare at him suspiciously, but decide to shrug it off. You’d ask him more questions some other day, but for now all you wanted was to eat those pancakes!

Hobi opens the door to his shared apartment, exhausted from the hike he just had this morning and honestly ready to just hop into bed and sleep. That was until he saw the transformation of his living room in front of his very own eyes, his skin paling and mouth gaping in shock.

“What the—” he whispers, preparing to scream out your names like a parent walking in their house only to find it destroyed by their teenagers, but before he could the sound of something stops him dead in his tracks. It was the sound of soft snores.

Walking towards the sound, which seemed to be coming from the long couch, a smile immediately appears on his face when he comes to see the view in front of him. You were on one side of the couch while Jungkook was on the other, both of your feet stretched out and touching in the middle, napping away. Hobi personally thought he was dreaming, this being a view he never thought he’d see.

Wanting to preserve the memory, he grabs his phone from his pocket and opens up the camera app, snapping the photo in silence, tempted to edit and post the photo with little clouds above each other's heads and make up some witty caption. But he’d save it for some other day. For now, he was just happy you two were finally getting along.

“Ah I had forgotten how that photo came to be,” Jungkook laughs, looking at the photo on your Iphone screen, “you were tired from working out, while I was tired from having to watch you continuously mess around with the equipment,” he pokes fun at you. Not like it wasn’t true, that day you kept going back to the speed ball, aimlessly hitting it in hopes that at some point you’d magically become fast at hitting it like in the movies.

“Hey, I’m pretty decent at doing everything now,” you flash him a cheesy smile. After several weeks of consistent training and long hours, you were definitely at a point where you could adequately defend yourself from someone ranging from a small petite woman to around a medium sized man. Luckily, you haven't come across a situation that has required you to to do so nor do you ever hope to, but it was comforting to know that if something ever did happen, then you were ready. But, your taser and pocket knife would always be your first go to, no matter what.

“You’re…” Jungkook pauses, “okay,” he breathes, huffing a quiet laugh. Out of impulse you flash him the finger, showing off your freshly manicured fingers. “Aren’t you rude,” he says with a dramatic gasp.

You roll your eyes, “You’re the one who taught me,” you laugh, and Jungkook places his hand on his chest, looking at you with a dramatic offended look on his face.

“Me?” he feigns his surprise.

“Yes you! How could I forget,” you look at him accusingly.

“No I taught you how to stop faking a smile, and to start putting a foot down people’s neck,” he shrugs, “not to go sticking out the middle finger,” he jokes, and you only roll your eyes again, grumbling a small  “Mm.”

May 2019.

To your surprise, you had been managing to consistently wake up and work out every weekend with Jungkook, with him even being able to up your usual workout plan at a drastic rate. You’d shed a couple of pounds and to your surprise could even see some muscle beginning to form, but today, well today was your monthly lazy day.

Lazy day was the one day of the month where you and Hobi would push everything off your schedule, from calling off of work, to making sure everything in the apartment was clean, and buying snacks the night before in order to make sure you wouldn’t have to step out of the apartment. It was usually picked the month before by either you or Hobi closing your eyes and randomly pointing somewhere on the calendar, and whatever day your index finger managed to land on would be the day. And well today was that day.

But when Hobi told you yesterday night that a family emergency was going to have to bring lazy day to a temporary halt because he had to drive back to Busan, which in itself was a three hour trip from Seoul, you had already called the day off weeks prior as your job wasn’t as lenient on last minute call offs. The contract you signed stating in small print, “any day off must be requested, sent in, and approved 2 weeks prior to the date said employee is asking for.”

And so this morning when Jungkook entered your room to find you completely knocked out with drool coming out of your mouth, he was surprised to say the least. On weekday mornings, he would almost always wake up to find himself alone in the apartment considering both you and Hobi have day jobs, so hearing snores come out of your room had definitely caught him off guard.

He debated on whether he should be annoying and wake you up and then force you to work out or be a nice roommate and make you breakfast. Let’s just say he didn’t choose the latter. Grabbing one of the stuffed animals that you weren’t hugging, he throws it at your head, a grunt coming out of your mouth after.

“Jungkook,” you mutter, morning voice in full effect, “let me sleep please,” you say, switching to the other side, in hopes that he’d leave.

“No, you need to work out,” he says, beginning to nag.

Turning around again, this time to face him, you look at him with your eyes half-way open, “Today’s lazy day,” you deadpan, his eyes narrow in confusion.

“What the hell is, quote on quote, lazy day?” he asks, lifting a brow. Rubbing your eyes along with eye boogers in the corners, you begin to stretch your arms and legs, not caring if he was staring.

Sighing once you were ready to respond, you then answer, “Lazy day is the one day of the month that me and Hobi take a day off of work to well … be lazy,” he stares at you with an innocent look on his face, “butttttt,” a mischievous smile appears on your face, “since Hobi cancelled on me, now you’re going to be lazy partner for the day.” His face twists in bewilderment.

“Huh?”

“You heard me, go call the café, and tell em you’re taking the day off,” you smile, now getting up from bed.

“And why would I do that?” Jungkook asks, the question coming off a little harsher than intended, but you were quick to shrug it off, already accustomed to the occasional attitude.

“Becauseeeeee,” you sing, “When was the last time you’ve taken a day off, I mean look at you right now! You’re already dressed comfortably,” you eye him up and down, he was currently in work out clothing which for him consisted of an oversized grey sweater and joggers, “do you really wanna get all sweaty and then have to shower, change, and go to work… cause I don’t think you do,” you raise your eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner as he avoids eye contact with you.

His eyes look around your room, clearly thinking to himself. A lazy day huh? Hmm you did make a point, he really couldn’t remember the last time he’s just lounged around and done nothing, as he was always doing something whether it be working out, working, going out, etc.

He looks back at you once he’s made his decision, letting out a huff of air, “Fine,” he says, grabbing his phone from his pocket, preparing to dial the coffee shop, a tiny squeal coming from you.

“I thought lazy day meant no going out,” Jungkook complains while pushing the grocery cart around, following you and your need to go up and down each and every aisle at the store.

“It does, but since Hobi and I couldn’t go grocery shopping the night before,” you grab some strawberry lemonade from the freezer and place it in the cart, “someone has to help carry the groceries up the stairs,” you catch him rolling his eyes, “your eyes will get stuck up there if you keep doing that,” you comment, grabbing packaged ramen from the counter beside you.

“Yeah, Yeah—” Jungkook stares at what’s in your hands wide eyed, “No, no, no! What are you doing?” You jump in surprise, dropping the package on the floor.

“Wh-what?” your face flushes in surprise, his outburst completely catching you off guard.

“Shin Ramyun?! What happened to getting Paldo Bibimmyeon?! Do you have no loyalty?” he scrunches his face up, in clear distress at what he just caught you doing. At first you don’t think he’s serious, this being some stupid joke he was making, but once you got a glimpse of the stare he was giving you, you’d soon come to realize that he was not playing around at all.

“It’s be-be-because,” you begin to stutter under his scrutiny, “these are buy three, get two free,” you lopsidedly smile, an awkward laugh feigning from your lips.  He shakes his head, snatching the ramen from your hands and placing it on its original spot before then grabbing his Paldo Bibimmyeon.

“Choosing price over quality, are you crazy?” he mutters under his breath before pushing the cart past you and making his way to the checkout line, leaving you there momentarily flabbergasted.

Once you caught up to him you were ready to tell him something until you heard the sound of someone calling your name, “Y/N?” you turn around, surprised to see Jimin in the line next to you.

“Oh Jimin!” you smile, softly waving at the newly blonde-haired boy, his roots telling you that the hair job was recent. Jimin offers his hand out to Jungkook. Jungkook, at first hesitant, shakes it in return, “You remember Jimin, right? He was with us on New Years, he was supposed to come partying with us last time, but he flaked last minute,” Jungkook slowly nods remembering the boy wrapping his arm around you during the countdown while Jimin on the other hand raises his hands to his defense.

“Even a person like me can get burnt out every here and then,” he laughs, “but next time I’ll be sure to be on the dance floor,” he winks at you, his natural flirty personality making its appearance. Jungkook awkwardly coughs, pushing the cart forward to get your attention back in the moving line.

You feel your hands get a bit clammy, Jimin always being someone you did have a bit of a crush on, never pursuing anything because of your long-term friendship with him. But of course that didn’t mean he didn’t get an occasional blush out of you here and there. “So how have you been since the last time I saw you? It’s been quite a while—”

And just as you’re about to answer, Jungkook interrupts, “Y/N,” he says, nudging you to tell you that it was time to pay.

“Ah I guess I’ll just see you around then,” Jimin chuckles, waving a small goodbye.

“O-oh yeah I guess I—”

“Y/N,” Jungkook repeats, unbeknownst to you, the green eyed monster was beginning to make its appearance. Any longer and horns would probably start sprouting out his ears.

Once you two finish paying and bagging everything, you walk towards Jungkook’s new black Hyundai which he had bought only a couple of weeks ago after months of what he calls “busting his ass” off and using most of his savings up for. You hum a tiny tune while helping him place all the bags in the trunk.

“So…” Jungkook awkwardly begins, second guessing whether he should continue asking the question he had in his mind before deciding to just do it anyway, “Is that like your boyfriend or something?”

Immediately you stop humming, staring at Jungkook wide-eyed, “Oh no, no!” you quickly deny, “No, No, no,” you repeat, shaking your head. The redness of your cheeks tell another story.

“Hm,” Jungkook mumbles, “sorta looked like it,” he deadpans before going to put the cart in its designated spot, leaving you there confused as to what that meant. 

After a couple of hours of lounging around in the apartment and binging Narcos: Mexico on the TV rather than your laptop because of Jungkook’s complaints, the two of you were now eating your ramen on the kitchen island, quietly seated on the tall chairs. The sound of Jungkook slurping his noodles filling the room.

“What did you mean by Jimin being my boyfriend or something?” you suddenly ask out of nowhere, the question having been on your mind for a majority of the day.

Jungkook takes a final gulp of his food before responding, “I don’t know,” he nonchalantly shrugs, “you were gawking at him like a schoolgirl seeing her crush in the hallway,” he says, “thought you two had something going on, or at least on your part,” he reiterates.  

“I did not stare at him like some schoolgirl!” you deny, taking offense to his analogy, “He’s j-jus—”

“J-just someone you clearly have a crush on,” he mocks your flusteredness, “I see and here a part of me thought it thought it was two-sided,” he smirks.

“It’s not sided on either way,” you protest, “Jimin is just a friend,” you clarify, putting your foot down.  

“How do you even know the dude?” he asks. He knew you and Hobi met during college, and that Hobi was in some club with Yoongi and Namjoon which explains how you met them. He also knew that Seokjin and Taehyung came into the picture after some college frat party, but Jimin, well he didn’t know too much about Jimin. Just that he clearly felt comfortable enough to have his arm around you during New Years.

“I met him during my first year of performing at Busan Arts College, that was before I transferred to Seoul National where I’d then meet Hobi,” Jungkook’s ears perk up, several questions now running through his head.

“An arts college? In Busan?”

“Yeah, like a school for dance majors, drawing, theatre, music, film, modelling, sports, interior design, animation, and et cetera,” you smile softly while explaining, “I was an art major, painting to be specific, and along the scopes of watercolors and abstractness.”

Jungkook hums, his curiosity still not completely fulfilled, “So why’d you transfer?” he asks the big question.

“Oh..” you know you shouldn’t be, but for some reason you are slightly taken back by his blunt question, “because..” you sigh, “um something happened that well um I just thought it’d be best to transfer, and well my math skills weren’t too rusty for the entrance exam and my credits were exceptional for transferring and so I just took the leap and left. Met Hobi, we became roommates, decided to stay roommates even after graduating and well now I’m an accountant.”

Jungkook stays silent for a moment, surprised that there was more to you than meets the eye. He would’ve never guessed that you were into painting, “I stayed in touch with Jimin, introduced him to my new group of friends and well yeah, that’s that,” you finish explaining, “He was a dance major, just in case you were curious,” you add, “He now works at a contemporary dance company here in Seoul, very deep with connections in the arts industry,” So that’s who Jimin was huh? Cool... but now Jungkook was much more curious about you.

“Do you ever paint?” he asks another question, completely finished with his meal and at this point only staying for the conversation. It was weird, had it been anyone else asking you these questions you wouldn't have dared entertain it any further, probably finding some way to maneuver out of it. But for Jungkook to ask whether it be from a place of nosiness or simple curiosity, hell maybe even boredom, for some reason you just didn’t mind.

“Um not really, not anymore at least, especially these days that work is beginning to pile up but,” you hesitate for a moment before continuing, “I still have some of my old work somewhere under my bed, probably in a storage box knowing me.”

“Can I see them?”

And just as you’re about to answer, your phone’s ringing sound goes off. The person calling? Jimin. You hesitate to answer, glancing at Jungkook who was staring at your phone, presumably reading the name. Once he does, he looks at you in a way that was asking, “Are you going to pick up?”

You click the green button to accept, “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Jimin asks, unsure if it was you.

“Yes?”

“Hey! Um so I was actually meaning to call for quite a while,” Jungkook tries his best not to make it obvious that he’s listening in, “and so when I ran into you and your friend at the market it served as a complete reminder.”

“Oh what for?” you ask politely.

“Well I was hoping we could catch up over some dinner, and then I could tell you something very important that I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time,” From Jimin? “I was thinking this Saturday like at 7? I’ll pick you up.”  

“Oh um..” for some reason you look at Jungkook for advice, but he just stares at you with his eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah sure, why not?” you awkwardly laugh.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then! Byeeeee,” he sings before clicking, leaving you on the line. Did that call really just happen? Or were just imagining things?  

“I think—” you gulp, “I think I have a date this Saturday?” you say unsurely, a small dumbfounded smile beginning to appear on your face.

He notices the goofy smile beginning to appear on your face, before letting out a large exasperated breath and feigning his best smile. The forced smile comes out quite awkward, “With Park Jimin?” Park Jimin your college friend. Park Jimin, the successful contemporary dancer. Park Jimin, the one who looked like he came straight out of a magazine cover. That Park Jimin? Jungkook on the other hand could feel his eyebrow impulsively twitch in response, the green eyed monster creeping from behind, ready to make its return.

You nod your head yes, Jungkook now getting up from the chair, a negative energy now around him. “So much for it being a zero sided thing,” he mutters before practically throwing his dish into the sink and stomping out the kitchen, leaving you completely by yourself.

“Weird,” you think to yourself before heading off to bed.

Saturday had surprisingly arrived in the blink of an eye despite the extra hours of working out Jungkook had thrown in the morning. It was almost as if the boy wanted you to be on your date exhausted and halfway knocked out. Out of nowhere, deciding that today was the best day to start working on more leg targeted exercises, as a result your legs now felt like jell-o with every step you took.

“I’m gonna get going you guys,” you announce to the boys in the living room, who were currently on the couch watching an episode of One Piece.

Hobi turns his attention from the screen to look at you, immediately smiling at your outfit, “Ahh look at you,” he compliments, Jungkook on the other hand or silently watches you as you grab your keys from the countertop. “Doesn’t she look pretty Jungkook?” Hobi asks, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder. Jungkook remains silent, which oddly enough resulted in a heavy feeling in your chest. “Now she’s sad!” Hobi scolds, “Tell her she looks pretty,” Hobi pushes Jungkook’s shoulder this time.

“You look…” Jungkook pauses, and for a moment both you and Hobi hold your breath, for Jungkook’s mouth was quite unpredictable sometimes, “You look more than pretty,” he says with a warm look on his face before catching himself and going back to his usual expressionless face and turning his attention back to the screen. Hobi who looks like he’s about to tease the hell out Jungkook once you leave, struggles to hide the big grin on his face. While you, well you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat.  

“Well get going now! And don’t come back too late!” Hobi teases, loving the persona of acting like a parent a little too much.

Was thinking about your roommate regular for a date? Because that’s what you found yourself doing … a lot. From the moment you had stepped into Jimin’s car your immediate comparison was to Jungkook’s own car. Once he started driving, your mind went to how unlike Jimin who drove with both hands on the steering wheel, Jungkook liked driving with one. More specifically his left. 

And of course being on a date you expect conversation to be flowing all around even when you’re waiting on the food, but for some reason you had become so used to Jungkook always being silent until he was nearly finished with his food, that when Jimin began to make conversation while waiting definitely felt … odd for you to say the least. And don’t even get you started on what he ended up ordering. Well done steak?! Jungkook hated well done steak, preferring medium rare over anything. And so to say your roommate had been constantly on your mind this whole time was a bit of an understatement. 

Currently the two of you were walking on the bridge of a local park, the several number of lampposts and people all around you making it less scary than compared to that night at the park with Jungkook. “So Y/N how’s your year been so far?” Jimin asks, a pleasant smile on his face.

“It’s been,” you pause, thinking about the person who came into your life only months ago, “it’s been pretty good.”

“That’s good to hear, that’s good to hear,” he repeats, the two of you now sitting on a bench, “So I know I told you I had some important news,” he begins, “and it’s something I’ve been really wanting to talk to you about for a very long time,” he insinuates, “and so if you could close your eyes for a moment that’d be great,” you do as follows, and close your eyes, Your heart begins to race but it wasn’t the same kind of racing you felt that night at the park with Jungkook. It was more of a “what am I doing here?” kind of nervousness so to speak. Nonetheless you shrug the feeling off.

Jimin, who was originally supposed to be getting an exhibition flyer out of his coat, notices that you have what looks to be a leaf in your hair. Deciding that it was bothering him too much he goes and reaches for it, surprised to be in contact with your lips seconds later. Quickly he pulls away, staring at you wide eyed. Both of your faces now tomato red, as he struggles to form words.

Eyes still widened, he pulls out the folded paper from jacket, once unfolded it reads, “Seoul City’s Annual Public Art Exhibition with a special performance by Seoul’s Contemporary Dance Academy choreographed by Park Jimin.”

“Oh my God—” you manage to breath out, coming to the realization that kissing you was not his attention.

He scratches the back of his neck, “I um, yeah, I’m this year’s choreographer for the city's art exhibition and well I managed to get you a slot so that you could have your very first art piece exhibited,” Jimin feigns an awkward smile, “You know since you’re a painter first before an accountant.” You, still hung up on what was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life, stare at him in complete silence. Everything barely registering in your head.

“Y/N…” he begins the dreadful pity speech by grabbing your hand, “I um,” he lets out an awkward chuckle before continuing, “I like you, I do, but not in that way…”

In the movies, this is where you’re supposed to feel as if your world was crashing down on you, the part where your heart is supposed to sink in complete sadness and you go home a complete crying mess. But rather than feel any of those things, you instead feel …. relief? Yeah, you kissing the boy was embarrassing, but it wasn’t something that was gonna haunt you for the rest of your life. Maybe for a week or two, but not definitely not the rest of your life.

Jimin wonders what’s going through your mind, the apparent smile that suddenly grew on your face telling him that things were going to be just fine, “I sorta um had my eyes on someone else in our friend group…” and with that he gets your attention because you knew exactly who he was talking about.

“Taehyung,” you say, and Jimin silently nods, a laugh emitting from both of your lips.

“Honestly, I’m a little surprised that you even agreed to go out with me, that Jungkook dude seemed like was going to lunge at me any second over there at the supermarket,” Jimin says, “I thought you two were a thing at first.”  

You laugh in disbelief, “Me and Jungkook?” you say, scrunching your face.

“Um yeah, it’s not really something shocking,” Jimin laughs, “I mean you two definitely looked like a couple that day, very much doing um couple-like things. Maybe not affectionate wise but I don’t know there were definitely looks and glances being exchanged. But if you say there’s nothing between you two then who am I to argue?” Jimin shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his face.

“Exactly, who are you to argue,” you dramatically snarl, Jimin throwing his head back in laughter.

“So y/n what do you say about participating in the art exhibition? You know you want toooo,” Jimin sings, pouting his lips. You had forgotten about that for a moment, the embarrassment of the kiss completely fazing you out.

“Oh I don’t know,” you nervously say, you hadn’t seriously painted in such a long time, that chapter in your life being a closed book for quite some time now.

“But y/n—” Jimin begs, “This could be the moment you’ve been waiting for, there’s going to be a lot of professional artists there along with buyers.”

“I just—” something was holding you back from saying yes. Was it fear? Maybe. All you knew was that you couldn't dive into something that you had long given up on, “I don’t think I can,” you ultimately say.

Jimin frowns, “You sure? I can’t hold the slot for too long, and well I was so sure you’d say yes..” You sigh before nodding, confirming that you were saying no.

“Ah okay,” Jimin says, completely understanding, “Come on let’s get you home,” to which you nod, a small sad smile on your face.

By the time you got back home, you wondered if the boys’ were asleep already, hoping at least one of them was awake to talk to, more specifically Hobi, for he always knew what to say when you needed comfort. And so when you opened the door to find the TV still on, but no one in the living room, you were confused to say the least.

You walk towards Hobi’s room, crack open the door, and peep your head in only to find him sound asleep. Did that mean Jungkook was up? Maybe someone just forgot to turn off the TV… with your curiosity getting the best of you, you decide to go Jungkook’s room and check if he was there. With your hand on the knob, you begin to twist it, slowly opening the door until a voice scares you from behind, “What are you doing?” he harshly whispers causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,” you whisper as well, closing his door immediately, “I-I-I thought you were,” you point at his door, unable to complete your sentence.

“I was peeing,” he says, “Did you not see the light on?”

Shaking your head no, you ask, “What are you even doing up this late?”

Jungkook awkwardly stammers, “I um, I just couldn’t sleep,” he says instead of admitting that secretly he was waiting for you to arrive, just to make sure you were safe. Nothing else of course, not like he wanted to know how your date went… “Why are you going into my room without my permission?” he questions.

You scoff, “You always go in mine!” you try your best to keep your voice down, not wanting to wake up a grumpy Hobi, “Why can’t I go in yours?”

“Because you’ve never told me anything against me going into yours,” he argues, “Just because we’re um,” he pauses, struggling to say the word that comes next, “friends… doesn’t mean you get to go snooping around.” What the hell was he hiding in there that you couldn’t go in?

“That’s not fair and you know it,” you complain, ready to cross your arms and complain like a kid, that is until he flicks your forehead with his index finger.

“Ow,” you cry, “What was that for?” you groan, and he shrugs in response.

“I don’t know I just felt like doing it,” he smirks, “your forehead just looks so … flickable.” You narrow your eyes, quickly flicking his in return, garnering an “ow” from him as well.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that,” he says, and quickly but also softly because you didn’t want to stomp too hard on the floor, you run back to the living room, the two of you now chasing each other around, index fingers ready for some more flicking. Maniacal fits of giggles filling the room as you begin to throw pillows at each other, running around the kitchen island like little kids. 

Jungkook, despite being the faster runner, was the one being chased. The closer you got to him, the further you began to reach your arm for his t-shirt, your fingertips always grazing the bottom. But once you finally did, something very unexpected happened. You tripped.

Soon enough, you were hands down on the floor, Jungkook below you, a casualty of your fall. The two of you now facing each other, chests heaving from your game of tag, laughing uncontrollably. Not exactly caring if Hobi, the neighbors, or the rest of the world could hear you.

Gradually, you get off him and instead lay on the kitchen floor right next him, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. A comfortable silence in the air. If someone would’ve told you at the beginning of the year that you and Jungkook would be playing tag in the apartment like little kids, you would’ve told them they were crazy. But yet here you were, heart pounding out of your chest, wanting this moment to remain for as long as it possibly could.

“So…” Jungkook continues to stare at the ceiling, “How’d your date go?”

“It was…” you use the only word that could properly describe it, “embarrassing,” you giggle, recalling what happened. Jungkook looks at you, eager to say the least, to know why.

“Let’s just say I ummm … took some signs completely wrong,” you awkwardly chuckle, “or long story short, I sorta kissed him and well let’s just say he has his eyes on someone else in our friend group.”

Was it wrong for Jungkook to feel happy? Happy that you two didn’t have insane chemistry, become boyfriend and girlfriend, and live happily ever after after like in the fairytales. Of course he wasn’t happy that it was you who went for the kiss, nor that it was who you got rejected, but it was better than you coming in here raving on about Park Jimin, no offense to Jimin.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, an attempt to comfort you.

“It’s fine really,” you laugh, “what’s weird was that I didn’t really feel as heartbroken or as sad as I thought I’d be,” you shrug, “I’m just glad it didn’t ruin our friendship or anything. If anything I’m sad about what he offered... “

“What did he offer?” Jungkook’s jaw tightens, but you’re quick to shake your head and sigh.

“He offered me a spot at Seoul’s annual art exhibition, I guess since he choreographed a dance, he was able to talk them into giving him a spot and well I said no,” Jungkook frowns, wondering why you didn’t take the offer, “I just couldn’t see myself doing it… I haven’t painted in what feels like forever and to then have it be seen by thousands of people, yeah I can already feel the anxiety from that. One bad comment and I’m going to have to fake a smile the whole time and cry when I get home.”

Jungkook scoffs, “Who cares what others think? Screw them. I know that it’s rich coming from me, but if you think those people who may insult you or throw some sly comment to get under your skin are better than you in any way then let me tell you, they’re not. And who says you have to take their shit? Stop feeling as if you have to always put on some fake smile for people in order to spare their feelings and start looking out for your own,” Jungkook sits up, looking down on you. “So you know what you’re going to do?”

You stare at him in silence, murmuring a tiny “what?”

“You’re going to text Jimin right now and tell him you’re taking that spot,” Jungkook demands, “and if you don’t then I’ll call him myself and do it for you.” Now it’s your turn to sit yourself right up, waiting for a sign in his eyes that told you he was purely kidding. “Well what are you waiting for?” He eyes your pockets, waiting for you to reach for your phone.

“Jungko—”

“Y/N, you can’t tell me that you’re not feeling sad because you know you’re going to regret saying no to the opportunity,” Jungkook’s voice raises without meaning to, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I don’t have to see a single painting of yours to know that you’re talented, and if people can’t see that then honestly it’s their loss.” You feel your heart swell with every word, slowly pulling out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans.

Jungkook gets up from his position, offering his hand to help pull you up. Once he pulls you, he walks towards the fridge, and takes two pints of ice cream out the freezer. Your face lights up as you watch him get two spoons from the drawer, “Don’t hold it against me, but I bought these after you left just in case you came back a crying mess,” he avoids eye contact with you while handing you your pint, “But heartbreak or not, someone has to eat these. So come on, send that text so we can watch some One Piece.”

“Imagine you would’ve never convinced me to do the art exhibition,” you laugh, gently nudging Jungkook.

“Mm though it could’ve prevented a lot of things, the good definitely outweighed the bad so…” Jungkook pauses, “I guess it just goes to show you have to go through the downs in order to reap the rewards of the up.”

“Now look who's getting all wordy on me,” you tease.

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me more than I’d like to admit,” he pretends to be annoyed by dramatically sighing but a laugh soon follows.

June 2019.

After texting Jimin that you had changed your mind, you began to work on the painting you had brainstormed for the art exhibition, first sketching it out and now well on your way to starting your quite large painting. 

Honestly, pulling out your old art tools and portfolio from years ago was nostalgic, bringing you a genuine sense of completeness. To have a decent paying job, the best of friends, and now being able to practice the hobby you had once considered turning into a career was everything you could ask for. But what made you feel even warmer inside was just how supportive Jungkook was of the whole thing, always buying and bringing back art materials for you to use, including different colors of paint. Though most of the time they weren’t really what you considered the best quality, it was the thought that counted.

After your boxing lessons with him, you’d usually go straight to your room to begin working on it, for the first time since you stopped painting feeling actual motivation and creativity flowing through you. Life was good. Not good, amazing.

That was until today, when you noticed Jungkook hadn’t woken you up for your usual Saturday workout. “Maybe he overslept?” you think to yourself, probably had a tiresome night at work yesterday. Slowly you make your way outside his door, gently knocking on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Nothing. Not a groan, not a “let me sleep”, absolutely nothing. You knock one more time just to make sure, your shoulders dropping once you realize he wasn’t going to open the door. Remembering what he said about entering his room, you decide that if he was having a bad day, it’d just be best to leave him be for the meanwhile.

Things didn’t really start getting alarming until you and Hobi both noticed that he skipped breakfast. His door remaining absolutely closed the whole morning and day, not a peep of sound coming out.

“Hobi, I’m starting to get worried,” your eyes glimmer with concern, “He hasn’t come out all day.”

“I know I am too, but—” Hobi sighs, “I don’t want to pressure him into—” the sound of a door opening quickly grabs your guys’ attention, the two of you silently watching Jungkook come out of his room. The time on the clock reading 6PM, the sun outside beginning to set. Carefully you watch Jungkook come into the kitchen, grabbing nothing more than a water bottle and a couple of snacks.

There’s a redness to his eyes that you’d never seen before, almost as if he had been sobbing. His under eyes were in the early stages of becoming puffy, and his skin seemed a lot paler than usual. You feel your heart sink when the two of you, for a mere second, make eye contact. Quietly he begins to make his way back to his room, but not before you offer him some food.

“Y/N—” Hobi tries to stop you, but you continue nonetheless.

“I made japchae,” you say, “I even added extra mushrooms like how you always like it,” he stares at you in silence, a cold look to his eyes before ignoring you and returning to his room. The door slamming shut once he does. If your heart was sunk already, then it was definitely stomped and ripped into pieces after that.

You turn your attention back to the TV, feeling Hobi’s stare from the side. Suddenly the volume of the TV is lowered and you already know what's coming, “Y/N…” you hear Hobi say, a sad tone behind his voice.

“Hobi don’t,” you cut him off before he could continue, not wanting to receive his pity, “I just don’t feel like hearing it right now.”

Hobi ignores you, knowing you were just putting up a wall as a defense mechanism, “You know he didn’t mean it,” he says, “he’s probably just having a rough day that’s all.”

“Even if he is, why does he still feel the need to just keep it to himself, why can’t he see that he can trust us, that he can trust me? Sometimes it feels like he knows a lot more about me than I know about him—” you rant, trying to keep your voice down so that Jungkook doesn’t hear you from his room.

Hobi sighs, getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket and keys from the counter, “Put on your shoes,” he says, and you look at him confused before doing as he says and following him outside. The two of you then climb up the fire ladder of your apartment and onto the roof, the view of the stars sending shivers down your spine.

“Okay now sit—” he commands, which you do anyway.

“Why are we even out here?” you question, regretting not bringing your own sweater.

“Because I’m going to tell you a story, and well I don’t want Jungkook hearing us,” he says, making himself comfortable in the spot next to you, “You ready?”

Silently you nod your head yes, and so he continues.

“When I was a kid, I was what you could call ...nerdy … so to speak,” he chuckles, “I had those big ol glasses that made you look like you had fish eyes, I liked reading the Harry Potter books, I didn’t like playing sports like the rest of the boys in my elementary school did, and well in general I just wasn’t like a lot of them,” he pauses to look up at the sky, continuing once he was ready, “Now when you’re in elementary, kids won’t directly bully you, but instead they’ll make little teasing remarks because well ...we’re kids. We don’t know the big curse words yet or what we’re capable of physically. And so as a kid I’d let those jokes slide, I’d let their insults become the label put on me, not knowing the true maliciousness behind it.”

You feel your eyes become glossy, knowing where this was leading, “But the older you get, the more you begin to learn and well soon enough the teasing became full on bullying by middle school. The older kids would make these nicknames for me, and constantly call me them before, during, and after school. Occasionally even following me for a couple of blocks when walking home just to remind me that they had power over me,” Hobi’s voice begins to shake a little, “and well I didn’t know how to speak up for myself, let alone defend myself and so it just became a regular occurrence until on a certain day in middle school,” he pauses, taking a big breath. 

“I had been walking home from school that day, and for some reason that day I decided I wanted to take a different route back home, probably because I was hoping the kids who would bully me would decide not to follow me. But boy was I was wrong,” he feigns a laugh, “The route I had taken was right next to the Suyeong River, and well I think it’s important to note that I didn’t know how to swim at the time. I think I personally choose not to remember too much, but one moment I was walking and the next I had my face being pulled in and out of the water, the sounds of laughter being the thing I remember the most from that day,” Hobi closes his eyes, his voice cracking as he continues, “And I just remember thinking how could kids my age be so viscous?” tears begin to silently fall from his eyes, his hands slightly shaking at the recollection of the memory, “I thought this was it, this is the end of the line for me.”

“It wasn’t until I felt the release of my hair and the touch of someone pulling back that the nightmare came to an end,” Hobi wipes his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, “When I finally managed to get some kind of focus on my vision, I’d come to see the boy who was pushing me into the water completely knocked out the floor while the rest of his buddies were running to who knows where,” The scene from the club begins to replay in your head, remembering the person who had gotten there just at the right time.

“And then there was Jungkook, the boy I’d never seen a day in my life , helping me fix myself along with looking for my glasses even after having knocked out that boy with his bare hands. After that me and Jungkook became the best of friends, like actual genuine friends and the bullying had completely stopped. I’d also come to find out that Jungkook was a boxer, and not a casual one, like an “I practice every weekday, weekend, day, and night.” kind of one. He was aiming to go pro, and so he had to put in the time for it. His parents were supportive of it as well, as I think his dad saw the most potential in it.”  

Hobi takes a breather before continuing, finding yourself completely immersed in the story, “And so when our senior year came around and I had gotten accepted into SNU, I asked Jungkook what he was planning on doing now that we were graduating. And well that’s when he told me that had gotten an offer to train and compete in the states, where there’d be a lot more tougher competition and where he could really develop the natural talent he had. So on graduation day we had our teary farewell, and I remember telling him that if he ever needed anything and I truly meant anything, that he’d know where to find me.”

“So when years later I received a call at about 2 in the morning, asking if he could redeem the favor he had once done for me so long ago, I knew I couldn’t say no. I don’t know what happened in the states, and I don’t bother to ask him because I know that the day he’s ready to tell me or you, he will. Whatever did happen over there, changed him though. He came back a colder, more rude person, and honestly I thought he’d be like that forever until he started to get to know you,” Hobi smiles, “That’s when I began to see glimpses of the Jungkook I knew from high school again, the one who liked to mess around all the time, and never took himself too seriously.”

“You see y/n, I’m telling you all of this because I want you to know that Jungkook isn’t like us in the way of opening up when he feels sad or mad. He’s used to being the one doing all the protecting and so when he finds himself in a place where he’s overwhelmed by the feelings of sadness or anger, he gives the cold shoulder or becomes someone who isn’t like him at all, in order to avoid talking about it. I think it’s because he doesn’t want anyone to know the burden he carries. To sum it up y/n, Jungkook is the definition of when it rains, it pours … but when it shines, you’ll completely forget it ever rained to begin with,” Hobi pats you softly on the shoulder, “So the best thing you can do right now is let the storm play itself out, so that then you can be there when the rainbow comes back out.”

If only you had listened.

“Ahh so it was Hobi who told you everything,” Jungkook scrunches his face.

“No duhhhhh,” you sing, “Who else could have?”

Jungkook shrugs, “I don’t know, I thought you just magically figured it out on your own,” you’re unsure on whether he’s being sarcastic or not so all you is narrow your eyes at him, deciding to stay silent than make yourself look stupid.

“Mm either way Hobi made a BIG mistake telling me,” you laugh, “because he should've known my nosiness was only going to lead to problems.”

“Tell me about it,” Jungkook teases, resulting in a light smack to the shoulder.

July 2019.

It had been about a month since Jungkook’s change in behavior, his cold demeanor reminding you of when he first moved in months ago. The only time he’d ever leave his room was to go to work, use the restroom, or get his food to take to his room. You had been working on your painting whenever you got the chance, a distraction from the constant concern you felt for Jungkook. You know Hobi said to give it time, but how long would it be until Jungkook decided to finally open up? He couldn’t go on like this forever, could he?

You missed the Jungkook you had gotten to know in the last couple of months, the one who showed you that the tough wall he put up around him was nothing more than an act. That behind it, he was a complete sweetheart who liked drinking his banana milk and watching One Piece whenever he had the chance, the one who constantly liked to steal your things from your room and then replace them with an even better version, the one whose laugh sorta reminded you of Elmo but was still absolutely adorable, and lastly the one who you had found constantly by your side and falling further in love with every waking moment.

Not like, but love. You had come to realize it while you were in bed one night, your only thoughts being thunk all relating to Jungkook in some way. Remembering the number of times this month where you’d find yourself outside his bedroom door, inches away from knocking, knowing that all you needed was for him to open up the door at least once and you’d know everything was going to be okay. Sadly, you’d always find yourself chickening out, Hobi’s words always ringing in your head to serve as a reminder. Jungkook needed space. And as much as you wanted to run up to him and give him a tight hug, you knew you had to respect his boundaries.

So then why was it that today, when you found yourself painting and missing a certain color, a tiny voice in your head was telling you that maybe Jungkook had it… Realistically you knew it wasn’t possible, you had kept track of all your colors from the moment you started, but damn was that voice convincing. 

Getting up from the floor, you walk out into the living room, checking around to see if it was there. Hobi, who was currently taking a nap on the couch, seemed completely at peace.

You check his room to see if he has it, but your efforts were to no avail. The only place it had to be was Jungkook’s room. It had to be. At least that’s what you were telling yourself so could finally have an excuse to knock on his door. Making your way to his room, you prepare to knock, your knuckles lightly tapping against the wooden door. But to your surprise the door creaks open, no one presumably in the room…

You could’ve sworn Jungkook was home? You double check the restroom, making sure it wasn’t going to be an incident like last time, but this time he really wasn’t there. The voice of reasoning versus temptation now had you completely torn. You remember the day Jungkook first moved in, and how secretive he got over you seeing whatever it was inside his boxes, and the night after your date and how stern he was about you not entering.

Slowly you push open the door of his room, completely forgetting Hobi’s words and deciding that it was either now or never. You knew you were a pushing boundary that you shouldn’t be, but a part of you also felt like it had to be done. Maybe if you found out what was bothering Jungkook so much, you could help him.

Honestly, you weren't too sure on what you expected when you first entered. Considering how secretive Jungkook was about it, you sorta assumed the room would be all black and have a whole bunch of weird things hanging across the walls, but surprisingly his room looked completely normal. The bed covers were a navy blue color that matched with some of the artwork he had hung across the beige colored apartment walls. The drawers were plain and boring while his desk looked like any other ordinary desk:  stacked with random sketches, pens, One piece manga, and printed webtoons. If this is all he was hiding, then it really no made sense because there was literally nothing to hide….

That was until you saw the closed closet door, and once you opened it, you were blown away. For what was behind those closet doors was an entire memorabilia of awards, belts, photos, and trophies which you assumed were all Jungkook’s, newspapers from the states with headlines that spoke of how amazing Jungkook was. Many of them include the words “rising”, “prodigy”,  and “the next big thing”. Your eyes try to take everything in all in one go, but it was just so much. There were papers that were written about him even when he was a kid, pictures of his with several belts around his waist amazed you. This was insane.

But it wasn’t until you noticed the newspaper headline of the paper hung right in the center of the practical shrine that the smile from your face fell, as it read, “Prodigy Jeon Jungkook, K.O’d in Round 12 against Brandon Star.” You look at the date, and everything begins to start making sense. The date which read December 1, 2018, only a couple of weeks prior to your first meeting with him at New Years, the churning feeling in your stomach only becoming heavier as you read the newspaper next to it. “Rising Star, Jeon Jungkook, disappears. Where is he now?” it reads, and as you skim through the different articles, the whole memorabilia shrine begins to make sense. Jungkook didn’t have this here for the purpose of maintaining old memories, but for the purpose of constantly reminding himself of what he once was and how he ended up failing, torturing himself to say the least. It’d explain his pent up anger when you first met him, the scar was still fresh.

Grabbing one of the trophies from the memorabilia desk, you observe the glass material and admire its fine detail, Jungkook’s name written in cursive underneath the title. Slowly your fingers graze over it, whispering his name to yourself, “Jeon Ju—”

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice harshly interrupts, scaring you and causing you to jump. The slippery trophy in your hands falling to floors, several pieces of glass now shattered onto the floor. Turning to face the owner of the voice, your heart stops when you find Jungkook staring at the floor, an expressionless look on his face.

“I—” your brain completely freezes, only staring at his balled up fist which was becoming more red with every passing second.

“I told you—” he closes his eyes, letting out an exasperated breath, “I told you to stay the fuck out of my room,” he finally snaps, his enraged voice echoing across the walls of the room, “So then why, why the fuck are you in here right now!” he moves towards you, his face now becoming red in anger. Not caring whether he was stepping on glass or not.

“I know but—”

He cuts you off, “But fucking what? There’s no reason you should even be in here right now y/n! None!” he screams, his rage only furthering with every word. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you stammer to defend yourself. “How would you feel like if I barged into your room and destroyed something personal of yours, huh?”  

All you can do is stare at him, never seeing him this enraged before, the sight definitely a scary one, “Answer me goddamit!” he yells, his fist still balled up, holding himself back from punching anything. He looks down at the broken glass one more time, his chest now heaving in anger before storming out the room.

Quickly you follow him, chills going down your spine when you see him turn to your room.

“What are you—” you begin, but it’s too late. Everything happens in slow motion, from the fist being thrown to the sound of the canvas you’d been working so long on cracking, several holes and rips appearing soon after. You look at the scene in front of you in silence, shock running through your veins, and the need to vomit stronger than ever before. Jungkook breathes heavily, staring at what he’s just done, not feeling a single ounce of remorse.

The closing feeling in your throat is one that’s too overwhelming, but the anger you were now feeling was even stronger, “What is wrong with you,” you whisper, tears falling down from your eyes, a look of terror overtaking your face, “What is wrong with you!” you scream, lips trembling as your voice breaks at just how loud you were. Jungkook feels his blood run cold, taken back by your sudden outburst.

“I have been nothing but kind to you since the day we’ve met, nothing but!” you yell, hot tears uncontrollably falling from your hysteria.

Jungkook scoffs, yelling right in return, “Do you want some kind of reward for that? Is that it? Is that all this is? Another ego booster for you so you can pat yourself on the back and say you’re a good person!”

“I don’t need anything from anyone! Especially not from someone like you,” you spit, Jungkook’s jaw clenching at your response.

“Ah I knew that nice ol princess act was nothing more than mere bullshit,” he bitterly laughs, “finally had enough of your whole little treat everyone with kindness moral?” he mocks you.

“It’s not a fucking act, I’m just not a miserable person like you!” you grit your teeth, the temptation to throw something at him at an all time high.

“No you just live in this big old fantasy bubble that’s got you believing that kindness solves all the world's problems!”

“Yeah well it’s better than thinking that being a fucking prick to the rest of the world gets you anywhere, I mean look at where you’re at now!” you yell, knowing you were treading on thin ice, but you didn’t care at all anymore. The ice was shattered the moment he destroyed your painting, “I understand that I made a mistake going into your room, but you don’t have to take the rest of your miserable life out on me! You think everyone around you wants to be some kind of punching bag all the time for you?” the veins in your neck begin to pop out, and you almost feel as if your chest was going to physically explode at any moment, “How dare you come in here and treat everyone around you like complete shit all because you’re living a sad tragic life!”

“That’s not true,” he snarls, a scowl on his face.

“Isn’t it?” you scoff, “You’ve done it since the first day you got here, and so let me do the favor of telling you the truth and giving you a goddamn reality check! We’re all sick and tired of it! Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean you get to make everyone around you as well! And let me tell you, I’ll be damned if I let someone like you make me just as rotten as yourself,” and for a small second you see the hurt across Jungkook’s face, and you think maybe you’ve gone too far. 

Maybe this could’ve all been prevented had you never entered his room. But then you think to yourself that no, this was bound to happen. This was always going to happen whether you liked it or not. The questions had always just been: when was it going to happen and what was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back? By now both of your chests are heaving, and there’s a silence that fills the room. Time acts as nothing more than an illusion.

“Is that what you really think?” he says, a cold hardened expression on his face again, “That I make you miserable?” You look at the destroyed painting on the floor, a symbol that despite building and making something so beautiful, all it took was one slip of the finger for it all to go down the drain. Without saying anything, you slowly nod to him, the emptiness in your heart acting as a driving force.

“What the—” Hobi walks in the room, dazed and confused, “What the fuck is going on in here?” He asks, but the two of you remain silent, continuing to stare at one another.

That is until Jungkook breaks away from the stare, muttering a small “nothing,” under his breath, walking out of the room and going back to his own, the door loudly slamming shut.

“Y/N…” Hobi begins, but you cut him off before he even gets the chance, a tiresome expression on your face.

“Hobi,” you shake your head, “Just leave me alone!,” you snap at him, but it comes out more as a plea than a demand, voice completely weary. Hobi stares at you for a moment before doing so, gently closing the door when making his way out. Once you hear the sound of the door close, you squat down to the floor, fingers grazing the painting you’d work so hard on, a muffled sob finally escaping from your lips.

a/n: whew! originally this was supposed to be nothing more than a small drabble, but as i kept writing it just ended becoming this monstrous of a fic that i had to split into two lmao. hopefully i didn’t make the switches between present day and the past too confusing for y’all.  part two will probably be up by next friday, once my finals week is over :)) any messages, anons, comments, reblogs, and like are appreciated! see y’all next time! 💞

[leonhardt-simp]

AOT girls + Hange reacting to ‘deez nuts’ jokes.

[modern AU]

this isn’t a request but it’s funny so, here you go as my first post. Requests are open ! reblogs are okay ! this is a repost since I moved acc !

cw/ kind of suggestive on yelena’s

Annie Leonhardt: She would look at you with a whole lot of judgment for making such a joke in the first place. Expect a light punch in the arm or a pillow thrown to your face after said joke.

“what do you want to eat?” Annie asked, looking down at her phone as she proceeded to scroll through her phone. You both had been out all day and had both arrived at her house bit late.

Just as you were gonna answer, you suddenly had a grand thought come to mind.

you moved your body back to rest against the back of the couch, crossing your arms over your chest as you let out a light hum.

“hmm, how about DN?” you smiled at her, her expression suddenly turning into one of confusion as she looked up from her phone.

“what’s DN?”

“DEEZ NUTS ! HAH !” You laughed in victory.

Annie wouldn’t even respond. She just looked at you, her eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed down.

She even tilted her head a bit, trying to understand how the joke was funny.

“Really-?”

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Mikasa Ackerman: she would be genuinely confused at first because she didn’t understand who candice was. poor girl would actually think someone named candice was an actual person in your life. you would have to explain the joke.

Mikasa and you both would be hanging out at the library with connie and sasha when the opportunity had risen.

Connie had been joking around with you and sasha as Mikasa had been studying with the small chaos, using it a background noise.

it was actually also Connie telling you to make the joke in the first place, he had been getting everyone else with it but he hadn’t had the opportunity to catch mikasa off guard yet.

So, you did. “Mikasa.” you leaned over to her side, Connie and Sasha were already laughing and giggling like idiots across the table.

“hmm?” she asked, looking up from her laptop and over to you with a the most genuine expression. “what is it?”

You couldn’t back down yet !

“Do you know candice?” Her expression faltered a bit and look a bit confused.

“You never spoke of a candice to me before- Who’s candice?-“

“CANDICE DIC-“

“Lower your voice-“ Mikasa would interrupt you, your confidence almost instantly dissipating in the little pause between you both.

“Now, who’s Candice-? Is she someone from your class-?”

Connie and Sasha bursted out into laughter when the joke couldn’t even come out of your mouth. How could you continue now?

Sasha Braus: You can’t outplay her in these jokes, she knows them like the back of her hand. She always manages to flip the joke onto you. almost always ends up with her laughing at you.

You both had gone to go out to eat so you both had been just sitting in her truck, her hand resting in yours as you both waited in the drive-thru line.

You had been trying for a good minute to catch her in these jokes. It’s not like you would do it all the time but, you knew you were getting close to getting her back. So you found your chance.

Casually, you began to start up on another conversation. hoping, you could catch her finally.

“Sasha, You never really did tell me. Do you prefer tapes or cds?” you asked as you turned to her, playing with the wristbands she wore. Sasha didn’t take the bait.

“Oh? I thought I told you on our first date. Remember? I even told you I was huge fan of D.” She responded casually.

This was what suddenly caught you off guard.

“I never even heard of a singer named Dee-“

“DEEZ NUTS”

“god fucking damn it, sasha-“

Historia Reiss: She would just let out the biggest groan and just be like “Reaaaaally?” it’s funny. She later try to get you back but she would fumble on her joke and say it wrong. Eventually, she would get frustrated and just go “Man, whatever-“

it was an easy opportunity with Historia, especially now. She was more focused on playing animal crossing than anything else really at the moment.

She was resting comfortably in between your legs, the back of her head just resting against your abdomen as she ran around her virtual island.

“Hisu.” You couldn’t help but start laughing at your girlfriend’s impending doom.

Her hand movements paused slightly to tilt her head up to look at you. “hmm?”

“I heard you had a little crush on Venessa Paradis?” you questioned.

“I- what-?” Historia immediately sat up at the sudden accusation. “who the hell said that? who the fuck is Vanessa?”

“Pair a deez nuts !” You caught her and with that, you suddenly got a pillow to the face.

“REALLY? THAT’S LIKE THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK-“

“YOU SHOULD’VE LEARNED FROM YOUR MISTAKES, DARLING-“

Ymir: Ymir doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of even answering questions. it’s usually gonna be like “If it’s another deez nuts joke, I swear-“ sometimes she will just tease you for the fact you still make those jokes.

Ymir often took you out for lil drives at night, since usually during exam season you both barely get to see each other. Just some light music playing and you both just enjoying each other’s company.

Of course, though during your usual catch-up conversations. You decided to pull another joke on her.

“Connie has been telling me you’ve been into imagine dragons lately? what’s up with that?” you questioned.

Ymir just looked at you, she let her lips press together in a little thin line as she just let the silence grow between you. she just looked at you as if you already knew the answer.

“you know, I’ve laughed at funnier jokes hisu’s niece had told me.” she said, looking back at the road ahead.

“low blow, ymir.”

“blow on deez nuts.”

“YMIR-!”

Pieck Finger: She just kinda looks at you with a lil doe eyes. Sometimes she conflicted between saying “wow, you really said that.” and “wow, that was actually kind of a good one.” isn’t one to ruin your fun but doesn’t mean she can’t judge.

Pieck had just gotten out from her exhausting classes. She wanted nothing more than to just visit you and lay on you, let you just hold her as she napped for a bit of the day.

When she had arrived to your dorm, you could easily see that the day had taken a toll on her energy.

After tossing her bag to the ground, Pieck made her way on over to your side of the dorm room and crawled onto your bed to take her spot on top of you.

“Pieck, my love, darling. move a bit, I’m watching the Yankees vs Expoz game.” You asked, finding a more comfortable position. You would let your hand rest on Pieck’s lower back as your eyes turned back to the small tv you had.

Pieck’s head lifted up to look at the tv, somewhat interested. “Who are the Expoz?”

“EXPOZ DEEZ NUTS.” Without saying, she would just get off of you and go take her nap with her back turned to you.

“I- babe I’m joking-“

“nope- lost your chance.”

Yelena: Yelena doesn’t really care for these kinds of jokes. Sometimes they will just kinda fly over her head or she will just roll her eyes and continue on with what she was saying or doing.

Yelena and you had been getting both getting ready for a small gathering that she wanted to go to. Just her, you and some friends. It was to celebrate for finishing off exam season strong or something like that.

“Do you think this top would look nice with these pants?” she asked, holding up a white and blue stripped button up and some black pants.

“it’s just casual wear, right? then definitely, but make sure you don’t leave it unbuttoned like you usually do. I’m tired of seeing waitress ladies look at you.” You answered. You stepped closer to her, letting your arms wrap around her waist.

“Ah- is that jealousy I hear in your tone, babe?” she asked, her tone teasing as she leaned down to gently press her lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s Ligma.”

“Well, whatever it is. I kind of like how it looks on your face.” she whispered against your lips, her hand dropping the button up onto her bathroom counter before letting it hold your jaw.

“I- ahaha- We have a gathering to go to, love.”

“hmm.. we have some time before then.”

Hange Zoë: They finds them absolutely hilarious. Kinda like Sasha, sometimes they will turn the joke onto you. Won’t actively make them but they will catch you sometimes.

You both were at the grocery store. Hange had a always had grown into a habit of forgetting to buy groceries so, when you came over to their house and saw that their fridge was borderline empty- you had to pull them to do some shopping.

“Ah- WHY IS MILK SO EXPENSIVE NOWADAYS?” They would groan out loud as you stayed by the grocery cart.

You watched them come back with a gallon, putting it in the cart with the other produce you both had gathered.

You knew hange didn’t like shopping so, to lighten the mood, you decided to joke around with them a bit.

“Milk is expensive but have you seen the price of fermented succondese?” you asked, leaning on the bar of the cart.

“What the hell is that?”

“SUCK ON DEEZ NUTZ !”

It was always pleasant to see Hange’s face go from surprised to laughing after the joke finally processed through their brain.

“AHAHAHAHA, THAT’S A GOOD ONE, Y/N. HAVE YOU HEARD THE ONE ABOUT GOBLINS THOUGH?”

[captain-asguard]

Innocent Sins

This is my Entry for @the-iceni-bitch ”hoeing to Hozier” Challenge. Again, congrats on 1k Follower, you deserve every single one of them and so many more!

I really don’t know what got into me while writing this, I hope y’all enjoy it somehow.

A/N: This is my second fic ever and my first time writing smut, I tried. Please note that English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own. Non beta’d. I'd love to read your thoughts on this, so please leave a comment, like it and maybe even reblog it? <3

This is 18+. Minors DNI! Do not repost this fic to any other website without my permission. Not my gifs, credits to the creators!

Words: about 3100

Pairing: Bucky x fem!reader, and a sweet surprise waiting for you 😉

Prompt/Inspiration: “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin” from “take me to church” by Hozier (one of my all time fav songs)

Summary: It has always been You and Bucky. The moment you laid eyes on each other you just knew. After being together for 1,5 years, Bucky asked you to live on compound with him and the other Avengers. It’s been around 5 months now and it’s been everything you’ve wished for and more. After some rough weeks, Bucky being on missions and you working late, you decided to get home early. You didn’t expect the surprise that was waiting for you.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys and gals!), voyeurism, fluff

The moment the clock turned three, you grabbed your bag and hurried to the elevator, keen on getting home as soon as possible. You’ve been looking forward to leaving early the whole week, missing your time with Bucky. With him going on missions back-to-back, you working overtime the last few weeks, this has been the first weekend in nearly three months that the two of you were able to spend together and you really wanted to seize every minute of it. You’ve planned a romantic dinner, some quality time and talks on the couch while binging that new Netflix original and– finally – some (or a lot) needed sexy time between the sheets or under the shower or on the couch… With him, you never knew where you’d end up.

After the drive home to the compound, you’ve made your way to your apartment. You quickly unlocked the door, got inside and threw your bag and coat onto the little Table right next to the door. You wanted to shout for Buck when you heard it. A sound that made you stop death in your tracks. A sound you’d recognize everywhere.

Bucky’s raspy, deep moan filled the air. “Starting without me Sergeant Barnes?” you smirked to yourself, making your way to your shared bedroom. You slowly opened the buttons on your blouse, tugging it out of your skirt. You were about to push the door open when you heard it. The second voice.

A soft whisper was all it took for you to recognize it. Bucky was with Steve. You knew about the two of them, knew they needed each other. Steve spent years to get Bucky back, helping him recover from the things Hydra did to him. You’ve always admired their relationship, the deep love they have for each other and you’d never get in their way just as Steve would never get in the way of the love between Bucky and you. There was one line the three of you never crossed before, the line of intertwining both relationships.

Your first instinct was to leave the apartment and give the two of them the time they needed, but you were to captured by their moans and their soft whispers. You leaned against the doorframe and slowly pushed the door open a bit further so you could steal a glance at the two lovers.

You saw them lying on your bed in the middle of the room, the curtains closed, soft light coming from the lamps on your nightstands. Bucky was flat on his back, his hair fanning around his face, some strands falling on his forehead. Steve was hovering over him, deep blue eyes admiring the view. The two of them kissed gently, Bucky’s hands traced along Steve’s back while the captains hand made its way to Buck’s growing erection, gently cupping it. You could feel the lingering passion taking over you, taking you by surprise. A soft heat started to rise in your core, slowly flooding your whole body. You felt your nipples perking, rubbing against the lace of your bra ever so slightly.

Steve began to kiss his way along Bucky’s jaw, peppering his pecs with kisses, eager to reach his destination. You saw Bucky tilting his head, biting down on his bottom lip while his eyes were shut. Pleasure written all over his face, as Steve’s trail of kisses finally reached its end between your lover’s legs. He traced the insides of his left thigh with his tongue, earning a deep groan. As you watched them, you mirrored Steve’s every move with your own hand across your body, touch as light as a feather on your skin, slowly making its way to your heated core. You fingers reached your swollen clit, slowly rubbing circles with your thumb while your index travelled further, pushing deep inside you. The moment Steve lowered his lips to Bucky’s tip, licking across it, Buck threw his head back, growling. You shut your eyes, your finger slowly curling inside you as your boyfriend continued to make some of your favorite sounds. You finally found that one spot, showering you with pleasure and you couldn’t stop a moan to escape your own lips – silencing the sounds from the bedroom in an instant.

You opened your eyes, blinking into the bedroom, heat rising to your cheeks, heart hammering in your chest and you’re sure the two super soldiers can hear every beat. Two sets of mesmerizing blue eyes looked at you, one full of panic, one still lust-blown, full of mischief. You locked eyes with the latter, a silent conversation between lovers. The tension in the room was palpable, a mixture of passion, angst and wonder. Steve carefully watched the two of you, still hovering over Bucky’s hips, not daring to move a muscle as the Sergeant raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to decide on your next step. Your glanced up at Steve, silently awaiting his approval.

The blonde hastily nodded, and you finally released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Are you sure?” your voice was hoarse, and you saw the shiver going through Steve’s body as you spoke, baby blues turning dark, answering your question for him.

You entered the room, instead of joining the men on the bed you made your way to the dresser by the window. You could feel their gazes burning on your skin as you connected your phone to the speaker, flooding the room with slow, sensual music.

You started to sway your hips to the music, your hands gently moving along your body. As you turned around, you let your blouse fall to the floor and slipped out of your skirt, leaving you in heels and the black lingerie set Bucky loved more than anything. Steve mouth fell open, a soft “wow” falling from his lips. You made your way over to the two of them, prying eyes on you. You knew Bucky watched your every move, eager to know how this will work out.

Steve rose slowly, making small steps into your direction. You finally had the chance to really take a glance at his naked form. You had seen Steve topless before, so your eyes wandered further down, locking on his impressive length. You had to swallow the small lump that formed in your throat, because how could you be so lucky to have not only one but two men with the bodies of greek gods in your bed?

You took another step towards Steve, closing the gap between the two of you. He reached for you, his eyes searching yours for permission. The moment you nodded slightly, he tucked you into his broad chest. You wrapped yourself around him, one hand on his hip, the other resting on his shoulder. You felt one of Steve’s hands snaking around your waist, the other cupping your jaw, his thumb tracing your lower lip. Your eyes met, his soft gaze sending shivers down your spine, right into your soul.

You pulled his thumb into your mouth and slightly sucked on it, gaining a groan from Steve and a small hiss from Bucky, who lazily stroke his cock, watching your Relationship with Steve bloom right in front of his eyes. You felt the heat in your core boiling again, arousal pooling between your legs. “Oh, someone’s hungry” Steve smirked, his voice thick with anticipation. You nodded slightly, releasing his thumb from your mouth.

Your fingers danced over the Captains arm, making their way into his hair. Ever since he let it grow out a bit you wondered how it would feel to run your fingers trough it and now you finally could. And it was just as silky as it looked. Steve chuckled at your soft smile, caressing your cheek before he -finally- lowered his lips onto yours. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. His Lips tasted a little like Bucky mixed with red wine and something else, something uniquely Steve. It was a shy kiss at first, but as you slightly tugged on his hair, Steve growled. You felt the shift inside of him, the soft, cautious Steve gone.

The Kiss got heated, lips got bitten, sucked into each other’s mouth before your tongues finally touched, dancing around, fighting for dominance. Steve’s hand found your ass and soon after you felt a sting where his hand used to be. You squealed, enjoying the burning sensation the slap left. You threw your head back, glancing over to your boyfriend. His right hand was palming his length a bit faster now, a hint of sweat on his chest, hair falling into his face. You licked your lips, hungry for a taste of him.

A small bite to your neck brought your attention back to the other super soldier currently wrapped around you. You let out a small whimper as he opened your bra, finally freeing your breasts. He took in a sharp breath before he latched his lips to one of your nipples, cautiously nibbling on it. A simple, raspy “Steve” was all you could manage to say, before you gently pushed him in the direction of the bed. You caught him by surprise, and he stumbled backwards, falling on the sheets next to Buck. A quick gasp escaped his lips as his back touched the bed, but Bucky instantly silenced him with a heated kiss. You had your eyes locked on the two of them as you stalked over to the bed, finally getting to taste your boyfriend. Without hesitation, you lowered yourself between Bucky’s legs, licking your way across his abdomen, following the V line of his muscles with your tongue. The kiss with Steve swallowed Bucky’s moan as your tongue reached his tip, licking away the beads of precum. Bucky’s left found its way into your hair, slightly pressing you down onto him. You took the hint and wrapped your lips around his thick cock, savoring his taste. Your tongue swirled around Bucky’s length, playing around the veins on his shaft. One of your hands pumped the part of his cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth as the other made its way to your aching core again, helping you find the release you so desperately need.

“Doll” Bucky looked down at you, tucking at your hair so you raised your head. “Let Steve have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours…” he winked. He knew exactly what those words would do to you, and you could feel more slickness pooling on your hand. You climbed on the bed, lying down between the two soldiers, goosebumps all over you, awaiting their next move.

You felt the Captain on your right, warmth radiating of his body as he moved down, gentle touches against your skin. “Look at you, so wet for us, so ready” he purred, shoving your slip down your legs. With an agonizing slow pace, he kissed and nibbled his way up your leg, leaving small bite marks along the way, before you could feel his breath against your aching sex. The tip of his tongue darted forward, dipping into your heat. “sinful...” he whispered as you grabbed his hair again, shoving his face onto your core. A loud moan left your body when Steve’s tongue flicked around your pulsing clit and within seconds, you felt two fingers pushing inside you, curling just the right way, instantly finding your sweet spot. Bucky cupped your breast, cold metal pinch your nipple causing you to hiss. Your lips collided, a passionate dance of tongues as you grinded against Steve’s tongue and fingers, desperate for release. But before you could get there, Steve pulled out his fingers, leaving your walls to clench around nothing. “Such a good girl” Steve cooed, moving up to face the two of you, smug grin plastered on his face. “Wanna have a taste?” he smirked, cocking an eyebrow at Bucky, your arousal glistening on his fingers. Bucky quickly sucked them into his mouth, satisfied smiles on both of their faces. “hmm Doll, you’re my favourite treat, but now I wanna feel you, I need you around me.” You nodded, no longer capable to form eloquent sentences, your head clouded with want and lust for the two men in your bed. Bucky sat up, pulling you with him. “Now turn around, look at Steve while I fill you up.” A low moan left your lips as you got on all fours, facing Steve who began to palm his length. Rough hands grabbed your ass, thick fingers opening your folds for Buck.

You really had to focus to keep your eyes locked on Steve as Bucky’s tip grazed your entrance. With one slow thrust he was in you, filling you up completely. You cried out, writhing in pleasure. Bucky took a deep breath, relishing the way your silky wall clenched around his cock, waiting for him to move. You saw Steve increasing the speed of his hands, his hand thrown back as Bucky moved his hips back, nearly slipping out of you before he thrust forward, picking up the same pace as Steve. Your shut your eyes, savoring the way Buck’s cock felt inside you. “Captain…” you nearly screamed the moment Bucky found the spot you so desperately needed to ne touched, stars blurring your vision. Taken by surprise, the Blonde raised his head and looked at you. “wanna feel you too… let me return the favor… please” you stuttered, licking your lips as you glimpsed at his length. He rose to his knees, positioning himself in front of you. Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his tip, your tongue exploring every inch of him as you slowly began to bop your head. With every thrust you took his cock deeper into your mouth, head nearly touching the back of your throat. Your swallowed moans vibrating around him, resulting in Steve to cry out loud. He grabbed your head, fingers tangled in your hair as he held you steady. Dark blue eyes roamed your face, searching for permission which you gave him with a small wink. The captain shut his eyes, head tilted to the side as he began to move his hips, fucking deep into your mouth, looking for release.

The sensation, being fucked, filled to the brim by the two most amazing man in the nine realms tightened the knot that formed in your stomach. As if he could read your mind, the Sergeant lowered his left hand, sneaking around your waist to your pulsing bundle of nerves. “hmm… you close Doll?” he asked you with a husky voice, finally sending you over the edge. You swallowed hard around

Steve’s cock, your cries muffled all the tension in your body gone. Buck and Steve leaned in to each other, lips colliding, tongues twirling around each other as they both came undone. You felt Bucky’s thickness fluttering inside you, clenched by your silky walls, covering them with his spend the same moment Steve’s cum slipped down your throat, saltiness filling your mouth. You swallowed every drop he gave you, licking him clean as he slowly slipped out of your mouth, mirroring Buck who pulled out of you. You let your body sink to the matress, lying on your stomach, watching Steve get up. Before he made his way to the bathroom, he gave both – you and Buck- a small peck on the lips, resting his hand on your cheek for a short time.

Buck lay back against the pillows at the head of the bed, softly tapping the spot beside him. You happily took his invitation, crawling in next to him. Your head rested against Bucky’s chest, you fingers intertwined his. “So… that was new” you chuckled, tilting your head to look at the man you loved. “Well yeah” he laughed, his other hand scratching his neck. “so… did you… enjoy it?” he asked, voice filled with nervousness. You took your sweet time to answer, waiting till Steve emerged from the bathroom, a small towel in his hand. “Hm... did I enjoy having mind-blowing Sex with the two sexiest men on earth…I don’t know… yes I suppose?” you quipped, a grin forming on your lips as you saw Bucky’s face light up. “You too, Punk?” He looked over to Steve, impatiently waiting for him to say something. “I did, Buck. Very much.”

Steve joined the two of you on the bed again, his expression full of Love and Admiration. Bucky’s face lit up even more, grinning from ear to ear as he kissed both of you softly. You turned our head to Steve, hand on his cheek as you lowered your lips to his, capturing them in a sweet kiss, trying to show him the love you felt for him, the love that grew for some time now. “Wow” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, each of you taking your time to let the events of the evening settle in.

Bucky took the towel from Steve’s hand to carefully clean you up, finishing off with a small kiss to your mound.

He quickly went to the adjacent bathroom, throwing the towel into the hamper. He stood in the doorframe, watching you and Steve cuddle on the bed, his heart swelling with love.

You lay on your stomach, head propped up on Steve’s chest, mindlessly playing with his chest hair, his soft fingers drawing circles on your back, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head. “I can’t tell you how happy I am right now” he said, his voice soft. “Yeah, me too. I’m a really lucky girl” you looked up, pressing a small kiss to his chest. As you began to reminisce about your day, your curiosity took over. “So, Stevie, how come you’re here? I thought you’d be in Europe, meeting with the UN or something?” One of his eyebrows shut up and he gave you a puzzled look “well, that lovely Jerk over there told ME you’d be on a Business trip to LA and wouldn’t be home till Monday… so I could spend the weekend with him.” Bucky could practically see the gears turning in your heads, a lightbulb slowly popping up between the two of you as you realized that all that had happenend was his sneaky plan all along. “So, um, Bucky-Bear, I think there’s something you gotta explain…” you told him, mischief in your eyes as you grabbed one of your small throw pillows and let it live up to its name, tossing it in Bucky’s direction. He caught it with his left hand, strutting over to the bed, taking you by surprise as he started tickling your sides. He looked down at you, peppering your face with soft kisses, devilish smirk plastered on his face.

Damn you, James Buchanan Barnes and your beautiful, cocky grin.

A/N: Thank you for reading this, writing it was an intense experience for me. My greatest respect to all of you amazing writers out the who write stuff like this on daily basis. Thanks for existing, thanks for writing, you’re all amazing! 💕

[nsfwjjk]

take it, knj

you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.

⇥ pairing :  dom!namjoon x sub!reader

⇥ genre : smut, a lil bit of angst

⇥ word count : 2.1 k

⇥ warnings : bdsm, sex toys, restraint, overstimulation, oral (f.received), fingering, penetrate, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinky, spanking, punishment, pet names (slut etc)

⇥ safeword guide :

green - go for it

yellow - slow down

red - stop

➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It was your fault. Indeed. You should not have told it to anyone and most importantly to your boyfriend’s friend. Kim Taehyung. Well, it was not hundreds percent his fault but if he didn't mention about you encountered with your ex during the dinner, you will never be in this position. You knew Taehyung didn't deliberately state about your ex in front of your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon considerate that you already told Namjoon about it but when he saw how you went surprised and Namjoon started to ask about what he talked left him baffled. Taehyung knew how Namjoon acted about you, how he detested when any guy eyed you, always so overprotective and possessive for what was him, and you was him. His everything.

You yelled at the sound of Namjoon kicked the door of his bedroom behind both of you, his hands still wrapped tight around your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut, your face strained and pale. You was not ready with whatever punishment he had inside his mind for you. You fucked up. So badly. You knew how much trouble you brought but you can’t help your thighs clenched and excited. After all, you loved to be treated like that. You could not fail to be stimulated with it. You kept your palm on his forearm, tried to loosen up his tight grip against your throat but to no avail, he choked you harder.

You deserved it. You knew no one even your ex can fuck you good like Kim Namjoon, himself but you dared. You dared him by saying ”Why you so jealous!? You afraid he could fuck me better than you!?”— most stupid things ever to say. Plus, to say it in front of your boyfriend’s friend madded him. It hurt his ego. You couldn't contain your anger when he started to think you acted sus when you exactly not, you didn't know why after three years with him he still not believe in you. You will never go to another guy except him. You knew how much your boyfriend drove you crazy and it will forever him.

You yelped when Namjoon pushed you on his bed, harsh. Your face met with the soft mattress at first along with your body, you got up immediately faced him as you crawled back. Your eyes followed every his movement as he strode towards his wardrobe, his hand reached the cabinet you wished he didn't, the drawer he kept his toy. He pulled the bottom drawer too hard until it was unattached from the furniture, he placed it on the floor harshly as it landed on the floor with a thump. Your heart thumped with fright, you never witness your boyfriend in a state like that.

”Namjoon!!” you shouted to bring his attention on you but when he turned his eyes on you, you could feel shivers ran down your spine as you sucked in deep breath. He was extremely enraged with you, his looks made you stopped in your tracks, the looks screamed ’you are going to take the punishment, there is no where out’.

”Don’t fucking open your mouth now.” He gritted his teeth, he paused for a second and whirled his feet towards you. You gulped your saliva to see him, you dazed as you stared at him walked at you. ”I don't want to hear any words coming out from your pretty fucking lips.” He warned.

His warned made your blood run cold, you couldn't predict what he will do to you but what you knew it will be hard. You blinked nervously when Namjoon reached the king-sized bed, he put his knee on the bed before yanked you by your ankle close to him. You shrieked but quick enough to shut up when his breath touched your face. You wanted to kiss him right away to calm him down but you freeze on the spot. It was like you didn't know who was the guy in front of you. ”You think your motherfucking ex fucked you better than me huh?” He said with an amused tone, his lips curved up to a wide smirk while his tongue pushed against his cheeks.

”N—No, it was a mistake, joonie. I d—don’t mean it like that,” You whispered up to him, even called him with favorite nickname but it seemed it was not even helped that time when you tried to reach his cheek but he slapped your hands away before grabbed your chin.

”All I ask from you is some loyalty and speak about whatever you think can bring you into this position, tsk but seeing who bratty you are even when I gave you punishment after punishment, you still choose this option. Am I too easy on you? Is that it?”

He brought his hands around your throat and choked it like a piece of the necklace he didn't want to take off from you. You breathed deeply as you looked up at him before your eyes followed his other hand went under your skirt, you gasped when he pushed his fingers inside of your entrance over your silk panties. You reached over his wrist but his glare enough to make you pulled back your hand instead gripped the mattress however you still wanted to try your luck as you attempted to scoot away from him but he slapped your thighs hard, you yelped and looked down on your thighs which get redden, Namjoon’s handprint even plastered on your skin.

”Don’t move. I warned you. You will sit here like a good slut you are and I will use your body like how I wanted. I will show you there is nobody who can fuck you as I do,” Namjoon said the words slow with his deep voice as his fingers pushed his fingers inside of you through your silk panties. You let out a moan at the weird feeling he gave you, you could feel your wetness gushed out from you began to seep through the silk fabric. Namjoon chuckled in mockery when he pulled out his fingers and rubbed his index fingers with his thumb to feel your wetness. ”You love it, dont you? When I treated you like this. Did he make you feel like this huh, pretty slut?”

Your moans got louder than before when he tapped your clit, you gasped at how incredible and amazing the man in front of you. He even can find your clit without even need to look and bother to open your panties. You froze at your spot as he left you like that went back to the broken drawer, you shook your eyes when you saw what things Namjoon reached to use on you. ”Yes, you are going to wear this.”

You were out of words, your boyfriend never had used it on you and never you experienced to be used with it even how bad and bratty your attitude sometimes; well a lot of times but Namjoon never once used it on you, you scampered back but Namjoon was faster enough to catch you by your ankle and immediately cuffed both your ankle with the spreader bar.

You wriggled your legs struggled to escape but you were shocked when it went even wider. ”Oh, you didn't know how this works since I have never used it on you but it's okay today you will found out.” You didn't like the mockery tone in Namjoon’s voice. You stared back at him as he walked around the bed towards your left and before you could even blink, Namjoon had pushed the button, button to get out the chains from his head bed. ”Urgh-Namjoon!!” You yanked your wrist from the cuffs attached to the chains but your legs got pulled as well made the spreader bar widened.

Your position on his bed like an alphabet x, your legs and arms prohibited her to move any muscle of your body. Your eyes helplessly followed Namjoon who smirked at you as he gazed at every inch of your body. His gaze enough made you felt like you were naked but you were still in your clothes. You were about to open your lips but Namjoon next action appalled you when he gripped the spreader bar and twisted your body before he pushed it to the front made your ass raised by him, the way he wanted.

You screamed when Namjoon gave a harsh slap to your ass as the sound of it echoed through his master bedroom. ”I’m so sick about your attitude.” That was what he said before he pulled your panties, left them above your knees as you felt his clothed bulge aligned against your ass. You shuddered when Namjoon gave a sharp slap against your folds, coated your wetness with his fingers. You sure Namjoon’s friends outside heard how harsh and loud his slap. ”You made me treated you like this slut.” He groaned before giving another slap.

You whimpered against the sheet as you fisted them, before you could process anything Namjoon had your eyes rolled back when he without any notice had pulled on the band of his sweat before plunged inside of your entrance. Moans slipped out your lips when he started to thrust, didn't even bother to let you used for his massive size like always instead he fucked so hard, rough, fast. Namjoon’s hip met your ass brutally, he gripped the side of your booty as he groaned. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” He demanded, his voice full of anger and jealousy. Your voice stuck in your throat by how vigorously your boyfriend's hip smacked against you.

You didn't realize when Namjoon let go of your cuff out frrom the chains when he gave another harsh smack on your butt, gripped your hair as it pulled you up. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” This time his hoarse voice lowered but enough to see how furious he was with you not reply to him. He yanked your hair, rest it on his shoulder as he whispered into your ears. Your back arched, allowed him to went deeper inside of you. You shook your head, refused to answer back to him but it infuriated Namjoon. He disliked when you didn't answer him, that was the reason you got treated like that by him. Just because you didn't answer a simple question and started to act suspicious by trying to mix up the real topic with him being possessive of you. He wouldn't if you told everything to him.

”Namjoon—” You barely can speak as your body struggled to take each intense thrust from him. He slapped your butt again, even harder than before. You screamed so loud by that. His rough action made your body shivered and it scared you. Your body fell forward as you cant hold your weight anymore, you knew he had strong stamina more than any ordinary man had, his cock plunged inside of you with the same rhythm, it never slowed down. ”Namjoon-” you called out his name again, begged for his mercy.

A high, squeaky moan left your throat. ”Tell me. Tell me all the ways he made you cum, slut. Tell me.” Namjoon urged, your body trembled as you gripped the sheets harder. His thrust so wild, the room filled with his skin slapped against yours and the bed frame hit the wall until you can see the mark it left against it. ”Tell me,” Another slap on your ass. ”Did he know you liked to be yelled at? Did he know you liked it rough and how you liked it to be in pain?” His voice had become increasingly strident, you flinched a slap from Namjoon made touch to your ass. You screamed as you tried to reach your ass to cover it but Namjoon reached your wrist and lock both of them behind your back. ”Did he know how to fuck you right? Did you know how to make your pretty pussy squirted?” His voice was raspy as he asked you that, you were more than turned on. His cock slide in out of you so easily because of your wet ass pussy, he pushed your lower back made your cunt went higher, changed his angle as he propped up his right legs and hit the spot that drove you crazy.

As soon as he changed his position, you felt your core began to clench around his massive cock made you rolled your eyes as your jaw dropped. ”Yeah, that spot right there. I’m the only one who knows that spot, Im the only want can make you do that when I want to...” Namjoon started to speed up and went even harder, your body rocked forward and back as your ass bounced with each rammed into you. ”...I’m the only one who knows how it feels when your pussy tightens like how it is now, how your ass clenched together and I know that means that beautiful pussy is going to make a mess for daddy.”

He was right. Whatever he said was right. No one was better than him. You were foolish to say your ex can fuck you better when you know he couldn't even last for one minute. You were so mad at Namjoon for accused you fucked your ex that night you guys chilled at the bar, you just said everything came to your mind and a part of you wanted to test him. You let out a loud moan as he shoved his cock again and again at your sweet spot. Your toes squirmed together as you panted, let Namjoon took over your body. He pulled out of you and ran his cock up and down your slit before you squirted. ”Yeah slut just like that,”

You were still in above ecstasy, the feelings of pleasure overtook every bone in your body even so before you could think Namjoon firmly placed his fingers into of you, your tightened your pussy didn't want his fingers to be shoved inside of you but not that he minded when he forced his two fingers went inside. Your squirted ran down your thighs as Namjoon moaned, enjoyed the sight in front of him. ”That’s what I fucking thought, look at these pretty mess. Did he ever make you did that, baby girl? hmm?” Namjoon moved his third fingers inside of you along with his other two fingers caused you to screech with discomfort.

”Fuck! Namjoon! Okay.” You yelled out, you couldn't handle the overstimulation after yoh had squirted out. You felt your eyes threatened to cry as you sensed the sharp sting of tears inside your orbs. ”Answer me.” Namjoom commanded. His raspy voice sent shivered down to your body. ”No! He didn't!” You screamed and gasped at how Namjoon kept his motions fast, didn't gave you any sort of break at all.

”Tell me how many times do you think I can make you cum in one night?” His fingers took the toll on your brains, continued to move in and out of you. ”How many times until you can't take it anymore?” His voice was rough with barely suppressed fury. He propelled his hip harder, you felt light-headed with the tremendous amount of pleasure and stimulation given to you. You felt wobbly on your legs, your body was almost worn out that your knees can't support your ass up however Namjoon noticed it and circled his arms around your hips pull your body up, his thrust had never wavered. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth agape and you reluctantly took every of his hard thrust.

”Fuck. I don't know.” You mumbled shakily, your face pressed against the mattress. Your replied aggravated Namjoon, he reached your clit and made a rigid circles on it. ”Fucking take it like a good slut.” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper. You had become fatigued after two times orgasms and you even had squirted but Namjoon not even once showed sign he will stop soon. Namjoon let out a final angry moan as he pulled out of you, left your hole empty. You shrieked when Namjoon turned your front body faced the ceiling with the spreader.

”Namjoon, please I’m sorry.” You apologized as your teary eyes met him when he flipped you over, but his eyes so cold and dark. He was not showing any emotions as he got up from the back, You looked up at Namjoon bare body as it glistened because of his sweat under his warm white lamp. You were also drenched with sweat, your hair stucked everywhere on your face.

”I don’t fucking care.” A deep growly voice of him replied to you. He leaned down on you as he moved the strings of your hair out from your face, your eyes wandered on his expressionless face to beg some mercy but he didn't even look at you. He then walked towards the damaged drawer, your eyes widened when he pulled out a vibrator from it. He walked back towards you and attached the cuff on both of your wrists against the chain again. ”Did he ever make you cum with his tongue, baby? Slip his tongue inside of the slutty hole until you quivered?”

You moaned louder when he placed the vibrator directly on your clit. Your body reflected the sudden sensations as you moved backward on the bed. Namjoon cocked his head to the side in disappointment as he pulled your legs with the spreader bar kept you under his control and set the vibrator at the highest peak of level, you cried out at it and wanted to keep your legs shut from him. ”Stop struggling.” Namjoon warned you before he attached his lips down on your hole. You tightened as the combination of the vibrator and his tongue made you shuddered. Your nerve was on the edge already from your previous orgasm, it won't take you a long to reach the climax again.

Namjoon’s tongue opened you up for him, allowed him more access inside of you as his saliva mixed up with your slick. He pulled away momentarily, took a look at you, somehow enjoyed to see you struggled. Your head was thrown back against the mattress, your back arched as you bit your lips harshly enough to cut them with your teeth. He kept the vibrator in place abruptly, positioned the vibrator on your small bundle of nerves that held so much pleasure to you. You could already tell you were way oversensitive as Namjoon watched you intently, knew that it wouldn't be that long until you come undone.

”Look at you slut-you don't even dare to talk like that to me now,” Namjoon chuckled, arched his eyebrows before bringing his lips to your core again as he moved his tongue in and out of you, slow and deliberate. ”I won’t! I promise!” You screamed, battled with such intense pleasure you underwent. You fisted your palm together, your body spasmed violently and your pussy clenched jointly as you splurted your cum. Namjoon smiled against your core, still kept the vibrator at your clit and his tongue still worked on your hole. ”How many times is that? You are going to count it for me.” Namjoon ordered.

”three! three-oh my god!” You choked out your saliva, Namjoon took the vibrator away as he stood up. A rush of relief filled you but only for a second before he pushed two fingers inside of you and started to move. You inhaled a sharp breath, you can't take it anymore, your pussy started to sting after all the pleasure. ”Namjoon! Stop please!” You yelled out again as your hole squirmed against his fingers.

”I won't stop until this pretty pussy stops reacting.” Namjoon exclaimed with his deep voice. He gripped your inner thighs firmly as he plunged in and out his fingers inside your hole. ”Baby-” You whined, a stream of tears fall from your eyes, you pussy still gave him reaction as he eyed you closely. After a quiet second, you stopped clenching when your fourth orgasm reached. You sighed as you closed your eyes, your chest fell up and down tried to breathe properly, you thought he was done with you but you were wrong when he opened the cuff but still left the spreader bar locked and carried you up as he pushed you against the large mirror adorned the side of his master bedroom. ”Namjoon please. Please,” You begged, your eyes still produced tears as it fell on your cheeks.

Namjoon looked up and look at your face through the mirror as he warned, ”Stop crying, slut.” Your legs trembled, your palms rested on the mirror. You cursed out when Namjoon shoved his massive, thick cock inside your throbbed hole. He was not giving you any break at all, each snap of his thrust brought you pleasure mixed with pain. You wanted him to stop but at the same time your pussy called for him, you decided to shut your eyes as you tried to focus on the pleasure. You yelped when Namjoon spanked your booty, ”Open your eyes baby, look how wrecked you are now.”

You opened your eyes immediately as you stared at him through the mirror. At this point you cant denied, he was the only one who can fuck you right, he was the only want who can treat you like that, who you put enough trust to do you as he wanted. You moaned again when Namjoon threw his head back, his mouth gaped open as he let out a deep groan and moaned. He looked so scary but at the same time so intimidating and so attractive. His movement still at the same pace, rough and fast. The pain started to develop inside your body, you clenched your palm into fists. ”yellow.” you muttered under your breath.

Namjoon gave a soft kiss on your shoulder as he kept going to reach his climax, you felt yourself tighten again. ”Good girl.” Namjoon praised softly, his palm rubbed your red ass. You moaned same goes to him when he splurged his cum inside of you, he stayed still for a moment, cockwarmed inside of you. You gasped stared at your pussy surged with his cum and yours as it trailed down to your tight. Your body almost gave up at the moment but Namjoon reached your body immediately. He carried you as he laid you down on his bed, you tried to catch your breath.

You got distracted when Namjoon walked away after giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. What was he doing? You were surprised when he turned around to see a dildo in his grasp. He grabbed you closer to him with the spreader bar before pulling it up made your legs widen and your pussy spread for him. It was crazy how you still can think how hot Namjoon right then, his built arms flexed when he grasped up the spreader. He looked at your hole before averting his eyes on you briefly and pushed the dildo inside of your core, your hands instantly wanted to reach your pussy but Namjoon’s glare halted your moves. Namjoon chuckled as he pushed in and out the dildo inside your pussy, ”Look at this dildo fucking my slut pretty pussy, my cum looked hot inside your hole, baby. This pussy is mine, do you understand?”

”Yes! It's yours!” You squealed helplessly, you squirmed when Namjoon pushed the spreader higher. Your ass practically hanged against the mattress, he gave a push of the dildo into you forcefully. You moaned when he turned it on, your mind went insane by the dildo vibrated inside you wildly. ”Fuck! Baby!” You yelled as you tried to clench your thigh but the restraint kept them opened. ”How many times now?” Namjoon asked, your voice stuck at your throat. Namjoon disliked it when you didn't answer him as he pushed the dildo further inside you. ”Four!” you replied.

Namjoon nodded, he stayed there, just let the dildo inside of him made all work for him. His right hand went up and grasped the spread bar, he smirked as he gazed down at you as you squirmed and moaned, begged his mercy but Namjoon just stayed there hold the spreader up with both of his hands and watched you rode your fifth orgasm. ”Namjoon, please... I beg you to stop, It's too much,”

”I will stop until you knew the weight your words have,” He replied, his eyes enjoyed how wrecked you looked under his gaze. ”Namjoon!” you were getting angry at the moment, ”Baby please I’m sorry okay, I didn't mean it!”

That got his attention as he crouched down, gripped your chin and stared deep inside of your orbs. ”I know you didn't but I have to make sure you won't talk like that to me again. You both know, I’m the only one for you.” His words made you angry but you can't stop your stomach coiled up, you felt butterflies from it. ”I’m the only want who can treat you like this and giving you satisfaction.” You yelled when Namjoon pushed the dildo inside of you again as it became slippery because of the cum stuffed inside of you. ”Please take it out!” You screamed, you cant held it anymore.

To your surprise Namjoon muttered ’okay’, you were relieved at second but gasped when he pushed the spreader higher to the air as he removed the dildo but pushed his hard cock inside of you. ”Namjoon! Stop!” You had tears rolled down your cheeks.

”You know your safe word.” He replied as he looked down at you, pushed his hips inside of you roughly. Your moaned became louder as the pain started to approach you. He gave a few more thrusts inside of you then replaced his cock with his fingers. Your orgasm started to swell again, you pushed his wrist off from your hole, Namjoon shook his head at your moves. He put the spreader bar down before he slapped your face, ”Stop fighting and take this like a good slut, baby.”

This time Namjoon shoved his cock inside of you, he snapped his hips into you, he supported his weight with his arms beside your face as he plunged inside of you so rough. His hard breath fanned your face, he then pulled out again from you then reached down and pushed his three fingers inside of you. You screamed and shut your eyes as you felt another orgasm came. Namjoon pulled out his fingers when he felt like your orgasm started to reach and placed his dick inside of you. ”Come around my cock like a good whore.” Namjoon groaned.

Your hands tried to push his chest off from you but to no avail he didn't move at all instead pushed his dick inside of you so rough, ”Namjoon stop!” you begged, your body tried to fight him. Your orgasm started to reach again but Namjoon kept thrusted his hip. You can’t do it anymore. Your breathe quickened, ”Namjoon!” you screamed out, wished he pulled out but Namjoon gave a kiss on your forehead still thrusted like a wild animal. ”Namjoon!” you yelled again. ”Red”

”What?” Namjoon abruptly stopped his movements, baffled by what you said. His grip on your hip loosened a bit, he looked down at you with confusion. You never once used those words every since you and him together, he knew you liked it but today he heard those words. ”Red!” You repeated, your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks left him shocked, he slowly took his cock out of you, afraid if he took it out abruptly your body will ache even further.

”Shit! What is hurt baby?” He crouched down on the floor opened the restraint from you. You immediately brought your legs up as you curled up against the mattress, you broke down and sobbed like a child. You brought your hands to your aching private part, put on the pressure against it to lessen the pain. Ykh was in great pain, Namjoon didn't hurt you but it was too much, you couldn't take the overstimulation.

”Baby, what do you need? What can I do for you?” Namjoon panicked, he felt guilty about the way he had treated her. He should not punish you that hard, he knew you already apologize but he was too angry, he wanted you to know you were him, he never wanted to make you hurt. ”I-I don't know,” you chocked on your tears made Namjoon ashamed by himself. Namjoon quickly stood up and took the comforter he had thrown earlier before he punished you on the floor and wrapped your body with it.

”Please, don’t cry, baby,” Namjoon wiped your tears as he kissed your shoulder from the back, ”I’m sorry, I had hurt you, I’m so sorry, Princess.” Namjoon caressed your hair as he nibbled your earlobe nonstop whispered sorry, you felt sorry for him. He didn't even hurt you, you were just too sore to take the punishment.

”No, Namjoon, you didn't hurt me. I was too sore, I promised you I enjoyed it,” You slowly turned your body to him and wrapped his naked body with the comforter as well, you rested your head on his chest. ”I’m sorry.”

[thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness]

Toshiya’s Creativity Vol 6: In those days Interview with Toshiya's old friend Hide Tanaka, a floral designer. Tanaka is a valuable person for Toshiya since he knew him even when he was young. By chance, both of them are now in creative professions, but now as they're getting older, what do they think of each other? From childhood memories to the present day.  It was a conversation that can only happen between two childhood friends.  “It’s scary to try to do something. But you can’t get it unless you try”

Notes before reading: This is from ‘Toshiya’s creativity’, the serialization done by Ster Edge Magazine and later compiled into a book with the same name. This is Vol 06 (Ster Edge 005), which was published in December 2017. Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts. Links or credits to this post when the content is reposted or captured in other SNS is appreciated :) ---- Toshiya and Hide, friends since they were kids. From Hide’s point of view, how was Toshiya at that time? Hide: Toshiya was like a cool older brother. When we were little, we sang weird songs together while playing the guitar at home, we took baths together… Toshiya: That’s embarrassing (laughs). Hide: Toshiya was different from the people that were around me, he was also different from my siblings, so it was fun to hang out with him. Every time we met, there have been various changes in Toshiya. I had the impression he was enjoying his life by doing what he wanted to do. Toshiya: To be honest, rather than having fun, I could only do things that I liked. I guess it looked like I was doing what I thought it was good. Hide: I thought "I want to play an instrument", but I didn't do it after all. At that time, Toshiya started playing bass, he made me listen to a lot of music saying “this is cool” and told me about bands and instruments. It was cool. Toshiya: He’s been stylish since he was a boy and had a unique appearance.  I didn’t know anyone like him. It’s amazing that we still get along like this even after we became adults. I’m glad. Hide was originally a salaryman who worked in the financial industry. However, when he saw the smile of a person who was giving flowers, he thought, "I want to do a job that makes people smile," and he went to France to study floral design. Hide was 30 at the time. Toshiya: When we were drinking, he told me “I’m studying to become an independent floral designer”, I thought “what is this guy talking about?” (laughs). Hide: I didn't think I would go into the path of flowers because I wasn't interested in flowers at all. The people in my company and those around me told me “Why flowers?” (laughs).It was hard to make them understand. However, I went this way because the feeling of "I want to impress people through flowers and make them smile" was stronger than the anxiety this could cause me. Rather than "I like flowers”, for me, flowers were a way to make people smile. As Toshiya is doing music….I also…. I didn’t think about it at that time but, I've been watching Toshiya impressing people with live performances and music, so I may have been influenced by that. Toshiya, who I've been friends with since I was little, has come to play lives in various amazing places all the time. As I've been watching that for a long time, maybe because of that I started admiring Toshiya. AFRIKA ROSE, the shop where Hide works, is based on the concept of delivering the highest quality African roses to the world. Hide: AFRIKA ROSE, where I work, imports roses from Kenya, and not only  people in Japan is happy with  African roses, but also revitalizes the employment at rose plantations. About a year after I became independent, I got to know a representative of AFRIKA ROSE and I thought  it was perfect for me as I wanted to be useful not only in terms of art and creativity. Toshiya: I think it’s the best if you can avoid having regrets about something  you thought “this is what I want to do”. We are on different paths, but our thoughts, what we aspire to and the things we want to do are close. We have a good relationship. Hide: I don't think the relationship with Toshiya has changed for a long time, but as we grew older, I started to think “I wonder if I can talk about personal things with him” or “I wonder if he can understand if I talk about this”. Toshiya is the kind of person who can talk about various things. Two childhood friends who have been close friends since then have end up in creative positions, even though they are in different industries. This relationship can be encouraging and inspiring, as adults often lose contact with their childhood friends. Hide: I'm not very conscious of it, but I think I'm naturally inspired by Toshiya. If I wasn’t into the path of flowers, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to do this interview or to collaborate with Toshiya’s brand. I think this is like a dream. Toshiya, how old were you when you started playing music? Toshiya: In my teens…. Hide: I’m sure you were still a high school student. When I was a teenager, even if I thought about things I wanted to do or what I wanted to in life I didn’t come to any conclusion. But when I finally turned 30, I felt like I knew what I wanted to do. Toshiya found what he wanted to do when he was a teenager though. In addition, I think it’s amazing he has been doing it all the time, getting goods results. When I see he is always thinking about the next stage without being satisfied with the current situation, after all, just the word “respect” comes to my mind. Also, he is not only in that stoic position, but I think you enjoy both your work and your private life. It seems like he is not only working hard but also enjoying his private life in a balanced way. I’ve been thinking for a long time where did you learn how to do that?....how do you do it? Toshiya: Well, I don't think I'm balancing both at all. It looks like I’m thinking about how to do it, but in fact I’m not thinking about I t too much. Of course, I think about it sometimes but, even if I do it, I can’t get an answer. I’m doing it in a pretty hit-or-miss manner. So, is his behaviour generally intuitive? Toshiya: Yes, I think it’s ok to try something because it looks fun. I guess anything is fine for me when it comes to do things. I've come this far with the feeling that I'll do what I can do while I can. There are times I have seconds thoughts and I’m afraid to try to do something. But I can’t get it unless I try to do it.  I feel I’m like that now after repeating that process several times. Toshiya, who has been pursuing music for many years, is somewhat elusive and certainly has a mysterious aura. In the wake of Hide's question, the conversation focused on Toshiya's mentality and philosophy of life. Hide: I also thought about what kind of things are you influenced by and what are you interested in. I've always been interested in that. Is there something that you refer to when you are creating something? Is there someone or something that you focus in when you are creating or not? Like, what are you aiming for? Toshiya: I think all that happens in front of me affects me. If you are living your life, you will see and hear various things, right? Rather than being influenced by a particular person or thing, I think it’s that kind of things that naturally makes me up. I think my daily trivialities are the most important thing for me, and that’s what influences me the most. Each person has their own filter about what to pick up from your daily life. What might be interesting for me, for other people might not be interesting at all. I think that's fine. So, about what I’m aiming for?….. I wonder if someone…..nobody, nothing. But my job is standing on the front of a stage so sometimes I think about how I want to be, how I want to show that. Since I was a teenager, I’ve always had thought about the person I wanted to become, and I’ve been thinking what I should do to be able to become like that.  What I want to become has been changing all the time. At that time, I wanted to be like this, but when I come closer to that, I want to be a different person. I feel like I’m repeating that pattern all the time. What kind of person I’m becoming? What I’m thinking? How I’m going to die?  I just think about it. So what kind of person does Toshiya want to be now? Toshiya: Hmm…..it’s a vague image though. “I wish I would be like this in 5 years”, “I wish I would be like this in 10 years”….Now, I want to be 50 as soon as possible. When I was in my teens and twenties, I couldn’t even imagine myself at my current age, I couldn’t even imagine becoming 30 (laughs). Only since I turned 30, I started to think  a bit about the future. I want to be 50 or 60 soon. At that point, I feel like I can finally become an adult (laughs) The word "adult" came out of Toshiya's mouth because of the words “the person he wants to be”. It’s his future self. We are going to explore further what he means with “adult”. Toshiya: Somehow, I think you are an adult when you are able to manage your stuff. This is just an example but, when I was in my teens and twenties, I think it was natural for me to have my parents around. But I don’t think I’ll have my parents forever, and when I turn 50 or 60, I don't even know if my parents will still be alive. Like, when I become the elder of the family, maybe I can finally stand on my own. Because of that, I think I’ll become an adult when I’m 50 or 60. Toshiya looks not only at the "present" but also at the "future". It seemed that he expected himself to change as he walked toward the future. And the "past" had a great influence on his mentality looking into the future. Toshiya: It's fun to change myself. It may be because the past cannot be changed. The past. ….of course I have good memories, but do you rather feel embarrassed about the past? Like when you look at old commemorative photos, isn’t it awkward/embarrassing? For me, the past it's embarrassing and never disappears. That’s why I once thought it can’t be helped, so instead of hiding the past, you have to admit it. Maybe living is always embarrassing, isn’t it? I feel like every day I’m doing a confession (laughs). The past is embarrassing. In other words, Toshiya was able to become a new person because he became what he wanted to be at that time, and he is moving forward as he gets older. So does the present and the future as well as there is a past behind. "I'm embarrassed about the past" says Toshiya, "I don't want to deny the past." That belief comes because there were people who liked him. Toshiya: I don't like denying my past because it seems like I'm denying the people who liked me at the time. Some people liked me when I was young and even if I feel embarrassed now, there were people who lived on it. Some people may still remember me in the past and think "I like it". Wouldn’t you hate that someone denied what you like? That’s why I thought “Let’s stop denying what we were in the past”. Because there were people who liked who I was, I am what I am now. This time, a collaboration between Hide and the fashion brand produced by Toshiya "DIRT 100% NATURAL DIRTY" has been done. So far, Hide's work is the first floral present from him to Toshiya. It was natural for two people who had a close relationship with each other from an early age to work together but it seems that they are deeply moved by their emotions. Toshiya: When we were drinking together, we talked about it and say "I wish we could do something together", and this time it came true. Hide: Toshiya has a lot of acquaintances.I think some of them are into flowers too. Even so, I'm really happy he reached me out to do this. I thought I had to make a good product because he asked me for it, and I think that kind of feeling lead me to do a better work. I also thought when Toshiya makes a song, he creates it while wanting to deliver something good to the fans who are going to listen it. Toshiya: The work he made is really amazing, isn't it? After all, the image of him from my childhood still remains, so he can really do it (laughs). Hide: (Laughs). I made a flower arrangement on a wire female-shaped mannequin so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t  too cute and sweet. Toshiya is cool for me so I made it while thinking how could I express that? Today my heart was thumping wildly until he saw it. Toshiya: I think it's a really wonderful work, and I'm grateful for it. It's surprisingly rare to be able to work with someone you've known since you were a kid when you're an adult. Hide: Friends that  once were chased by a dog (laughs). Toshiya: Well, that really happened to us (laughs). I think it's very miraculous to be able to do this with this person. By the way, is there a plan for the next collaboration?

Toshiya: I think saying forcibly something like “let’s do this” or “let’s do that” in this moment is a little bit different but, if we keep doing our stuff, I think there will be another moment  we will be like “let’s do this” and our paths may cross again. Finally, we ask Toshiya about what does he think about flowers. He said “I don’t think much about flowers” but, he said it with a grin of embarrassment. Toshiya :…… It's a very embarrasing thing to say but, I like giving flowers quite a lot (laughs). Hide: Yes, that’s true. You told me that before. He also asked me for flowers to give them to his mother. Overseas, flowers are given as something common but Japan doesn’t have that kind of culture. I want Toshiya to say firmly “I like to give flowers”. After that, I hope to build together a culture of giving flowers here (laughs). Toshiya: Don’t drag me into that (laughs). Hide:  We can have a common goal (laughs). Toshiya was in a really relaxed mood during his conversation with Hide.  In a room where you could easily imagine their childhood together when they are laughing together. We were able to see a different face of Toshiya again. --- Toshiya’s voice A conversation with my childhood friend Hide. It was kind of strange. I met him only once after this conversation but recently we have been in contact by email. I’m not an organized person and it’s difficult to meet as we are both busy. After shooting, I bought a rose and went home, but I really waited for this a long time. By the way, we did the photoshoot when new year was approaching so we encountered a group of people who were drunk that tried to enter into Hide’s shop even though it was closed (laughs).