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rightsockjin · 3 years

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Summary: Your best friend of your near entire life has been a total asshat to you ever since you started to casually date which didn't seem super fair to you since he did the exact same thing and you were nothing but supportive! It just sucks that you two are growing apart over a coping mechanism that you adopted to distract yourself from your overwhelming crush on said idiot. If only he knew. Wait- did you say that OUT LOUD?

Rating: M (What isn't on this blog?)

Genre: Maybe a little angst? Smut for sure tho.

Word count: 8003

Warnings: Thongs, sex, lewd thoughts, erections, physical pushing, raw dogging, cream pie, mentions of giving head, a looooooottt of swearing, mentions of slut shaming. Oh right- oppa kink and little splashes of korean as well.

yeo-chin= girlfriend

nam-chin= boyfriend

halmoni= grandma

apa=to hurt

aya=expression to express pain equivalent to 'ow'

Author’s note: HI EVERYONE! We are somewhat back!! So sorry for the long wait for content. Things have been insane and we’ve been working on a much- much longer fic for this blog which will involve all of the boys! It’s a long story but this hit me like a truck yesterday and it was initially meant to be a reaction but I couldn’t stop writing… so it’s 7k and the other boys will get their own version of this prompt “best friend is jealous of the attention you give to guys” thing. Starting once again with the one and only Yoongi! Hope y’all enjoy:)

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“You know it’s funny, I don’t remember asking,” Yoongi said virulently, his attention centered solely on his phone as he scrolled through instagram... or twitter... or maybe it was tinder. Your heart sank. You had been excited that this guy- Woojin- had given you attention. He was good looking by a lot of standards and it had boosted your confidence significantly. Of course, you wanted to share that excitement with your best friend. Rejecting someone that good looking always made you feel really powerful and attractive but you had barely shown him Woojin’s picture and commented on how attractive he was before your so called best friend had brushed you off and went back to his solitude and avoidance.

You had noticed that something was off for a while now but hadn’t commented on anything to avoid any conflicts but this was ridiculous. You had constantly listened to the stories of how girls would trickle in like water for him. He seemed to be going out with someone new every two weeks.

It wasn’t fair that you had to put up with his annoying descriptions of how beautiful these girls were while you sat and gave him your undivided attention as your heart slowly chipped and broke with each new conquest of his. Especially when each girl was so different from who you were. At first, you thought that maybe you were annoyed by this simply because it was hurtful to think he didn’t at least think you were pretty. It wasn’t long after that that you realized that it hurt you when he went out with women who were your polar opposite because it meant that he would never date you.

This had been shocking in itself. You had known Yoongi for your entire life, or at least a good portion of it, and you had always seen him as a brother. Your oppa in the least sexual or boyfriend-y form possible, but when you looked at him now… he was looking a lot more like well- an oppa.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. His words stung more than you would like to admit. Whenever Yoongi got this snippy, you liked to equal him in snip and double him in sass, never showing how vulnerable his disinterest made you feel, but this time, it felt like he had punched you in the chest with all his force and told you you were ugly to boot.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him either. He’d make fun of you. Last time you had cried, he’d awkwardly pat you on the head and quickly changed the very serious topic of your parents' relationship with yours to something totally different and not even a little relevant to helping you feel better. Given, that had been years ago and he’d never been very good at comforting you nor had he so much as expressed his support of you. Not since that one time when you had broken your wrist and he’d promptly pushed the girl who had been the culprit off the swing set thus getting himself suspended for a week and a half when you were both in elementary school.

But this… this was just cruel. It was ugly. It made you look at your “best friend” in a light that was not so shiny and pristine. He’d changed so much since then. He’d pulled away from you since then and you hadn’t even noticed. Or maybe you had and had just ignored it. Maybe you’d hoped if you didn’t mention it, that it would go away and he would come back full force with one of his dumb dances and pretty smiles. Maybe you hoped he’d realize soon what you had realized in your early twenties.

You loved him. And not the brotherly love that you had always had for him, no, you, Y/N, were very much in love with your best friend. Which made this whole situation so much worse.

When you said nothing, Yoongi briefly glanced up at you from his seemingly important phone conversation with most likely another of his soon to be dates only to look back down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? No snippy rebuttal? You’re not gonna chew me out for being mean to you again?”

His face was illuminated by the blue lights of his screen; he had it at the near darkest setting and his eyes were squinted to see it better. Something that had always annoyed you because you knew it was only hurting his vision.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. When that didn’t help, you cleared it, accidentally catching his attention. He clicked his phone off and looked over at you as if ready to argue but something in your face must have given away your inner turmoil because his hard features softened and his lips fell slightly open.

“Are you crying?”

No. Of course you weren’t crying. You never cried. Not ever. But then your cheeks were wet and the onslaught of emotion seemed to burst. How far had you fallen for this indefinitely cold man that his sarcasm made you fall in hysterics? Far it seemed. Too far.

You angrily wiped the tears away from your burning skin and crossed your arms over your chest. The hoodie you had stolen from him earlier that day felt like sandpaper against your skin as opposed to the comfort you’d initially felt when slipping over your head and smelling the fresh scent of his cologne clinging to it.

You felt him shift on the couch to face you fully, out of the corner of your eye, you could see his features had turned worried, alarmed even but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him nor care. Too little too late.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

The words hung in the still air like a wrong note played in a symphony. It made your head spin and ache.

You didn’t dare speak. It would only give away how truly hurt you were by his words and actions. You didn’t want to be around him anymore.

Abruptly, you stood up and yanked the hoodie from your body. The tank you had on pulled up slightly showing the skin of your belly. It was lopsided, you noted when you looked down and saw that one side was pulled over and under your bra and the other was too high on your chest but you didn’t really care.

Yoongi watched you with conflict evident in his eyes, if only you would turn to see. He hadn’t meant to offend you. He’d only been trying to keep you at arms length. You had also been going out with multiple guys, telling him how good looking and tall they all were. Most of these men were also built like rocks and he himself was toned at best. Contrary to what you thought, Yoongi had come to the realization that he’d been in love with you since you were kids. He did not tolerate when anyone made you feel like shit, and, being a very mature kid, he’d told his mother quite early on that he would marry you someday. Of course, she’d only chastised him and told him that he couldn’t possibly know what love was nor could he force you to marry him, but he was adamant.

He’d stopped telling her about it after that though, and instead of telling you how he felt, he’d opted instead to watch over you and make sure nothing happened. So when in high school, you had started to date and it had not been him whom you had chosen, he’d made sure to keep the sorry excuse of a man you had chosen in line. That was… until the incident.

Yoongi would never forgive himself for not being there. For not stopping the bastard who thought he owned you. He’d never forgive the idiot either and if you hadn’t stopped him, he would have killed him with his bare fists then stuffed his own socks in his mouth.

It was then that Yoongi realized that you deserved better than him, and at the same time, no one was worthy of you. It was a strange dynamic. He’d never once approved of your dates, but had decided to start dating other women because, let's face it, he was a guy and he’d like to have children someday but not even in his wildest dreams could he think that you would ever settle for him. Someone who’d failed you as your self imposed protector.

Not that you knew any of that. You didn’t know that Yoongi often teamed up with your other best friend, your girl best friend to scope out your dates once you’d left. You’d almost caught them once as well and it had been by pure luck and the hair of a very out of place clown that both of them had escaped your wrath that night. You also didn’t notice that after you had fully broken up with that first asshole, he’d threatened to beat him to a pulp if he so much as breathed in your direction once more and later, he’d threatened ‘asshole’ two and three with the same things.

But then your dates had gotten taller and stronger and much harder to intimidate. He’d once made the mistake of threatening a casual date that you’d set up who was at least a solid half foot taller than him and he’d been laughed out of the restaurant only to find out later that the jerk had forced a kiss on you.

No, Yoongi’s days as your protector had dwindled and left him feeling half of the man he’d already thought he was and so his only defense, his only way to keep you safe- though now that he was watching tears well in your eyes he wondered what logic he’d used to justify this behavior- was to be the asshole himself and teach you how to deal with them on a first hand basis.

He hated himself for making you cry. He hated that you looked so dejected and hurt and like you never wanted to speak another word to him again. He hated that your shoulders slumped and that your pretty eyelashes were coated in wet tears and it was all on him.

“You know what,” you finally managed to say with some semblance of calm under the storm that was brewing in the irises he’d so loved, “I think we’ve grown apart a little too much. Maybe we should just- cut our losses and,” you heaved a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm, “stop seeing each other.”

Were you breaking up with him? How were you even going to break up with him if you weren’t even dating? Yoongi’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He had tunnel vision. All he could see was you and the way that you seemed to pull yourself up from the ground, rebuilding before his eyes.

“Stop see-what? Are you demented?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Was that all he was capable of being? Wrong. Incorrect. Inexact. Erroneous. Mistaken. He was plain stupid for the words he’d let slip but there was no taking them back now.

You let your eyes widen as you wiped more of your furiously falling tears from your skin. You turned to face him, your shirt fixed and covering you exactly how it should and your features set and intentional.

“What’s the point? You clearly don’t want to be around me anymore and I’m tired of being berated every time I mention a guy. You’re the most unsupportive friend I have and that’s because I’ve known you the longest. If you don’t want to be my friend just say so instead of slut shaming me and bullying me every chance you get you asshat.”

“Asshat,” he chuckled, crossing his sleeve-covered arms over his toned chest, “real clever, Y/N. Is that all you got, kid? You never were one for words were you? Why don’t you just sock me instead?”

Oh you were considering it. He seemed so unbothered by the prospect of losing you that you realized maybe you had already lost him and hadn’t realized. You had dealt with your fair share of jerks in your life, but you had always counted on Yoongi to be your hope. He’d shown you that there were men in the world that seemed to care about women. Men who could love you even when you felt unlovable, unworthy, but here he was, proving to you once again that all men were the same evil and vile creatures, incapable of love or kindness if they weren’t getting their dicks wet.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Then you could go around saying that I’m a crazy bitch. You know what? Fuck you Min Yoongi. I hope you get well and royally fucked.” You yelled, grabbing the tote bag you’d brought over from your apartment and stomping to the door.

“Fuck you too,” he yelled, following you to the door. He caught you at the landing strip, prying on your chunky sneakers with a bit of difficulty, your house slippers, the ones he’d bought you, lay haphazardly nearby.

“And fuck all of those asshole guys you keep bringing home. Better yet, I hope you don’t fuck them.”

You turned your head up to look at him, confusion and disgust written all over your face.

“What the fuck do my dates had to do with what a fucking jerk you are?”

Choosing to ignore your question, he focused instead on your insult, “A jerk, am I? Well you’re a bitch. How do you like that?”

He didn’t know why he was insulting you. He didn’t think you were actually a bitch, but the anger on your face made him feel better.

It was followed by near instant regret as you drew yourself up to your full height and looked at him with pure venom in your gaze.

“I’m a bitch?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, trying to keep his shoulders square, but you were scary when angry and he’d never fared well in fights with you.

“I’m the bitch?”

“You heard me!”

You balled your fists at your sides, your eyebrows connected in the center and your breathing was heavy. He knew better than to use the B-word.

“You’re a piece of shit.” It was low but your voice carried and hit all of the bones in his body before it hit his heart and burrowed deep in the wounds he’d stitched up but pulled open multiple times over the years that pertain only to you.

“You are a sorry excuse of a man,” you growled, pushing him by the chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noted that it felt really firm and stronger than before.

“You’re an ass, Min Yoongi,” you continued, giving him another push so that he stumbled slightly back into the living room of his apartment once again.

“You low life,” another push, closer to the couch, “weak minded,” you shoved him, he sidestepped the glass coffee table where your untouched coffee mugs still rested, probably cold by now, “son of a bitch, fucking baby, involved sorry excuse of a man-” He fell onto the cough. Your vision was red.

“You already used that insult.” Was all he said as you stood over him, your chest heaved with the exertion of trying to keep yourself from slapping the now blank expression from his face.

A slew of incomprehensible noises escaped from your lips as words completely left your brain. Damn him. Damn this idiot of a man that you were in love with. He could go to hell for all you cared and you hoped that the devil himself ripped his testicles off and served them on a platter with some kimchi and fried rice.

“Okay first of all- ow,” The asshole said, pulling you back to reality and not your fictitious rework where Yoongi was now sitting at the end of a long table being force fed his own balls, “And second…”

You held your breath. Fear ran down your spine. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud-

“You-you’re in love with me?”

Well… he got his wish, you were royally fucked. Instantly, you tried to back track. Your mind kept replaying in your head what you had said and tried to correct itself but you couldn’t think of anything that could possibly absolve you.

“Like a brother,” you said finally, your voice shaky and thin.

Yoongi only blinked up at you. What you said was bullshit and he knew it. You knew it too.

“You’re in love with me… like a brother?”

“Oppa,” you clarified as if that would somehow make more sense, and it did kind of, but it didn’t absolve you at all. In fact, this only made a smile tug at his lips, his pearly teeth suddenly on display, blinding. You fought the smile that threatened to pull at yours too. It was always hard because his smile was so contagious.

Yoongi stood. He was less than an inch away from your own body. You felt small, meek. You’d misstepped this big game of chess you seemed to be playing. He was going to make fun of you. He’d never let you live it down. You liked him.

“You like me,” as if he had read your mind, he echoed your thoughts, or maybe you had spoken that out loud as well.

“No I don’t,” you argued, taking a step back just so you could have some space to breathe.

“Oh yeah you do,” Yoongi argued, his smile so wide you were sure it would hurt the muscles in his cheeks

“No,” you said again, not really thinking anything you said at this point would convince him otherwise. The son of a bitch was stubborn.

“Admit it,” he said, closing the distance between you again, his neck craned down to look directly at your face.

“I don’t like you!” You tried to take another step back but the coffee table knocked your feet out from under you. You fell onto it knocking Yoongi’s mug of coffee over. The black decaf liquid seeped into your shorts.

Yoongi’s rusty laugh was pried from his throat as he watched your face contort. He was having the time of his life, it seemed. Good for him.

“Stop laughing at me,” you groaned, your cheeks red. You were practically sweating from how feverish you felt.

It was like you hadn’t spoken. Your shorts were wet and made you feel sticky. In a fit of anger, like a child throwing a tantrum, you unbuttoned the denim and ripped them from your legs. This shut Yoongi up instantly. With the soiled fabric, you cleaned up the liquid before it fell onto the light grey carpet.

Yoongi stilled as his eyes traveled up and down your long legs.The way you were twisting, he could see the back of your left thigh up to where it met your ass- your bare ass. You were wearing a thong.

God help him, he was rapidly getting hard. He forced his eyes away from you, his walls being pulled back up at seeing you naked. Well partially so. He pushed his hands into his oversized hoodie and made sure that it covered his front. The last thing he needed was for you to see.

But then you turned and pulled your legs together, your thighs squishing attractively. What he wouldn’t give to be choked by those thighs.

“Let me wash those for you,” he said tightly, pulling a hand from his hoodie to take the soiled shorts, the hem of the fabric pulled up enough for you to see exactly what he’d been trying to hide.

Yoongi had a hard on. You weren’t sure why exactly you were surprised. You were attractive, that much you knew, but you never really expected for your best friend to see you in that way. In fact, you were pretty sure that you’d been in your underwear in front of him before and he hadn’t even given you a second glance, but there was the evidence. And God was there a lot of evidence.

Slowly, you handed him the shorts. His hand grabbed them tightly, avoiding touching any part of your hand with his. Then, after a slight pause, he turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen to put the shorts into the washer.

You’d called him oppa. You rarely called him oppa and it had hypersensitized him to the word coming from your lips. Other girls called him oppa sometimes and it had no effect on him but there he was, stiff as a board and it had something to do with you calling him oppa and your state of undress. Fuck. He was fucked. So fucked.

At least he wished he could be… But no. He pushed those thoughts from his head as he threw in some nice scented soaps into the wash and clicked it to life. He shut his eyes, trying to think of anything that would drain the blood from his member- halmeoni maybe?- but your voluptuous ass kept intruding, giving his halmeoni some nice curves that messed with her wrinkled face. He shook his head once more and decided he’d just have to hide his boner until it went away, or go beat one out in the restroom really quick.

He grabbed a pair of his clean sweat pants from the drying rack to give to you, just so you would be comfortable, he told himself, not because the thought of your naked butt in them made him unspeakably horny.

But when he got back to the living room, what he found was not you, covering yourself with a pillow like he’d expected, but you, only in your thong- fuck did it have to be a thong?- and your bra. Your shirt was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, burring his head in his hands and turning away from you.

“I mean, if you ask nicely enough that can be arranged,” you answered rather boldly. There was no way for him to know that you were quaking in fear for his rejection.

Yoongi’s dick twitched in his sweats.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said under his breath as his heart beat faster. He felt like he was having a whole heart attack. He patted his chest, hoping to calm it down knowing it was useless.

Should he go for it? You had just admitted accidentally that you did have feelings for him and you were clearly propositioning him. Should he just-

He turned around, back to face you, determination paining his expression. Still on the coffee table, your legs were spread open, only covered by the thin sliver of fabric that your thong allotted. You were a little cold, but all of that melted away when you saw the way that Yoongi’s eyes roamed your exposed body, then stopped abruptly to meet your own.

He was in front of you in seconds, his longer legs carried him farther and faster than you had anticipated. Then he was pulling you to stand. You wobbled on your legs but one of his arms found its way around your waist. His free hand came up and held your jaw with two fingers on either side of your face, squishing your lips together slightly. His hot, heavy member pressed against your stomach through his sweats. He was so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath and the fading smell of his cologne you loved so much. All you wanted was to grind against him but you were held too tightly.

“You never know when to shut up do you?” But he didn’t let you answer. He crashed his soft lips onto yours, his hold on your jaw ached but you didn’t care. There was a passion in his kiss that you hadn’t expected, subtly dwindling to something more like tenderness, and the kiss continued. His lips dragged against yours delicately, pinching your top one with both of his. Small breaths came out of his nose, whistling softly against your cheek. You timed your breaths with his, high on the feeling of finally being kissed, coveted by him. Was it real? Was this actually happening?

Your brain suddenly caught up with your body. The rightness that came with the way he was kissing you, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he needed you to properly breathe, was like nothing you could have imagined.

The hand on your waist was drawing small circles where the elastic of your thong rested, his index finger casually hooked onto and under pulling lightly. You pressed yourself tighter than he had you against his erection. He groaned, his mouth opening and his tongue suddenly darting out to taste. He pulled your jaw open, granting himself entrance and exploring your mouth.

You moaned, a sound so sensuous and wanton that Yoongi felt that he could cum just from those sounds alone. He wanted more. He wanted you to sing his praises as he fucked into you and caressed your chest. He wanted you to drool around his cock and to have your sweet mouth wrapped tight around it. He wanted to feel you gag at his girth and he wanted to pull at your hair. But most of all, he wanted to kiss you, just like how he was at that moment. He wanted to kiss you until he’d taken your soul from your body and replaced it with his own. He wanted to kiss you until he could erase every trace of all of the men who’d hurt you and made you doubt that you were worthy and wanted. Yoongi wanted to kiss his love into you no matter how long he had to do it. If he was locked in a room with you for months, so be it.

But your hand had found its way between your bodies and was slowly coming down to his hips. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and panicked. He hadn’t gotten your consent. He hadn’t asked you if it was okay for him to kiss you or to hook his fingers on your thong. As stupid as it sounded, even to Yoongi himself, he needed to make sure that you wanted this to happen, even as your hand had found the outline of his cock and you had started to trace the outline of it over the fabric-

“Tell me to stop,” he gasped, ripping himself away from you. The hand around your waist was now on your shoulder to keep you at enough distance so that his brain could function and wasn’t clouded by the horniness he was feeling.

“Wha…?” You slurred, your eyes were glazed over and your body was completely relaxed.

“Tell me to stop,” he repeated, fighting his every instinct to push your mouth open and have you suck on his thumb before he pushed you onto your knees to suck him off, “and I will.”

His eyelids were heavy and he was sweating slightly. He was so hard that it hurt and the circles you were drawing on his penis were not helping at keeping him at bay. He knew if he looked down, there would be a stain of precum on his sweats.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, leaning in and kissing his jaw before you nibbled and kissed down his taught neck.

“Fuck.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You licked a thick swipe up his jugular, “I want you.”

“Then admit it,” Yoongi heard himself say. He was just as surprised as you were to hear those words from his lips, “admit that you like me.”

You pulled away then, dropping both your arms in exasperation, “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m in my underwear, stroking your cock and you want me to stroke your ego too? Un-fucking-believeable. You’re a dumb ass.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead.

“Aya, apa~” he groaned, rubbing his head, the dynamic that you were used to suddenly restored.

“Yeah? Great! I’m glad that it hurt! I hope it hurts really bad you jerk. Then maybe you’ll understand what it was like for me to listen to you go on and on about all the girls you went out with every fucking week. In fact-”

“Aya! What the fuck? Stop flicking me,” he nearly screamed, clutching the tip of his nose.

“Make me.”

Big mistake. Yoongi didn’t take your dare lightly. His eyes darkened then he leaned down and picked you up. You squeaked, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you to his room. His hands cupped your butt fairly comfortably, like this was something you did often. He kicked the door open and threw you on the bed.

“You think I wasn’t hurt as well?” He asked, clasping a hand around your neck and lightly pressing his fingers against your skin.

“You think I like knowing that everywhere we go, men are watching you, coveting you the way I do? You think it isn’t torture when you go out and I don’t hear from you until the next day?”

He pushed you up against his pillow. The duvet was already all messed up under your body. He was between your legs, pressing himself into your core. Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him all the way inside you. He wanted nothing more than to do the same but he had to make sure you knew first.

“You think it was easy being in love with you when you wanted nothing from me but friendship?”

Your eyes softened. Yoongi was in love with you too? When?

“Since we were kids,” he answered. Again you had spoken without meaning to. “I always knew it was you, Y/N. It was only ever you.”

But something wasn’t adding up. You fought your rising feelings of elation. You wanted to understand what he was saying. If he had liked you since you were kids then why had he never asked you out? Why become the serial dater he’d become? But he’d never had a girlfriend, you reminded yourself. He’d only ever “dated” and then dropped these women. You always assumed he was screwing them all.

Yoongi became sheepish then. “I uh… I did have sex with some of them but-” and the hurt in your eyes would be enough to kill him,” it was only at the start. I thought that if i had sex with other people I’d stop chasing after you. But it didn’t work… I haven’t slept with anyone since junior year of college.”

Your eyes widened. “College?”

He nodded, his pale cheeks blushing prettily.

“They just...were never you… and then I thought if I pushed you away that would help but that only made us estranged and-”

You pushed yourself up and shut him up with a kiss. He was over thinking and you could talk about all that later.

“You’re an idiot,” you started and he rolled his eyes, “but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled into his head and he thrust lightly into your wet center.

“Talk after?”

“As long as you want,” you agreed, already pushing at his sweats. Yoongi sat up and pulled his hoodie and shirt off in one fell swoop, then, at the speed of lightning, pulled off his sweats, leaving him in his boxers.

After a moment of hesitation, he pulled his boxers off as well and then he was naked before you. Your mouth went dry. He was big. You could tell just by looking at him that he would stretch you good and you wanted so badly for him to pin you down and have his way with you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Really? Cause that would be really helpful on days when I’m home alone-”

“Wha-no!”

You chuckled and lay down on your back, making sure that your legs were spread wide for him to have his fill. Like a moth to a flame, he was between your thighs, his tongue licking at the wet fabric.

He moaned against your covered lips, sucking up the arousal that clung to your underwear.

“Fuck, Yoongi yes,” you said without meaning to say much at all. You unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. You could look for it later. This caught his attention. He thrust his naked dick into the mattress, needing some sort of stimulation.

“Damn it… fuck, if I wasn’t so desperate to be inside you, I swear I could get you off with just my mouth all day, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved off, gesturing for him to come up to your face, he did so without question, “Hurry up, I’m dying. Please.”

“Are you begging?” Yoongi’s lips curled lightly, teasingly,

“Do you want to get your dick wet or not?” He kissed the wrinkle between your eyebrows lightly.

“Yeah, can I take these off?” he hooked a finger on the elastic of your thong, pulling it a little higher than he probably should have. It was an old pair. You heard rather than saw the stitching on it pull apart and then the thing was hanging limply from Yoongi’s fingers, his expression shocked.

“Yoongi!”

“What? I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“For fuck’s sake! That was my favorite thong!”

“Well, clearly it was cheap,” he countered, throwing it across the room somewhere too.

You groaned, shifting slightly under him. His dick nuzzled between your wet lips. His mouth dropped open and a pleasured grunt escaped his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he rut against your wetness, hitting your clit lightly, far too lightly, “you are so wet. God, this should be illegal.”

“Y-Yoongi… more,” he reached down between you two and found your sensitive nub without much hassle. It was like he knew your body already. Your body twitched under him and he circled the bundle of nerves for a couple of seconds. The noises falling from your lips were heaven on earth and Yoongi realized you were his new favorite song.

He gave your clit one rough stroke, ripping a small gasp from your throat. He gathered some of your slick with two practiced fingers and brought it up to eye level. It caught the low light of his room from the window, the smell enough to threaten to send him over the edge.

“Jesus Christ that’s hot.” Then he smeared it all over his penis and gave himself two rough pumps.

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I’m asking-”

“Don’t care. Just do it. Yes.” You said angrily, pulling him closer and closer, his toned chest flush against yours.

“Have you been working out?” You asked, breaking the intense way he was staring into your eyes, his smile pulled wide over his gums.

He shrugged but clearly was glad that you’d noticed, “Namjoon and Jungkook convinced me to join them in the gym. It’s no big deal.”

“But your arms,” you complimented, squeezing his bicep. He flexed it lightly for you. You blushed when you realized exactly what you were doing.

“It’s just a little muscle,” he commented offhandedly.

The conversation lulled, he smiled down at you, and you up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose.

“So can I put it i-”

“I already said yes.”

“In your ass?”

“Ew no!”

Yoongi laughed loudly, “see this is why you can’t say yes to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to.”

“Shut up and put it in the right hole,” you groaned, then for good measure, “oppa.” It was a joke. You thought it was a joke, but something lit up in his pupils as two measly syllables rolled off your tongue and hit his eardrums. You felt his skin prickle under your touch and his member twitched against your folds.

Like a deer caught in headlights, you looked up at the handsome man. His eyes had narrowed as well as darkened. He looked absolutely ravenous and you wanted him to eat you up.

“Say that again.” He commanded as he pushed the head of his massive, and now that you could properly feel it, you knew that you had been right, cock at the entrance of your lower lips.

“O-oppa?” you questioned, astounded that the simple word that he’d no doubt heard his whole life had this effect on him.

“That’s right yeo-chin,” he growled, his voice gruff and harsh as he pushed lightly into you. His dick opened you painfully, perfectly.

“Yeo-chin?” You ask through the explosion of pleasure between your thighs.

“Is that okay?” He asked, suddenly looking really vulnerable and scared. You reached up, stroking his cheek lightly with your knuckles.

“Oh honey,” you trailed off, bumping his nose against yours before you pulled back abruptly, “If you want me to be your girlfriend, you have to ask me properly.”

Yoongi sighed, his smile telling you he expected as much and wasn’t hurt, “Talk after?” He asked again.

“As much as you want,” you reiterated.

And then he was pushing into you once again, surprising you because you could have sworn you had been full before but inch after inch, he pushed into your awaiting hole, filling all the emptiness you’d felt your whole life until his balls tapped your ass softly.

His face was contorted in pure ecstasy. At least from your perspective. Yoongi, in all truth, was trying his hardest not to blow his load into you already. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was inside you. He’d waited his whole life for this and he was finally inside you.

You wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and playfully licked his lips. He grunted against you, holding himself up by the forearms. Suddenly, he was really grateful that he had started to work out and that Jungkook had him doing three minute planks for fun. He’d have to thank him later, even if he did complain a whole lot.

“Can-can I move?” Yoongi gasped. Your walls fluttered around his member as if welcoming it home with soft caresses. You were so warm, maybe hot, he wasn’t sure, but you were tight and wet and all the good things in the world.

You only breathed, feeling so unbelievably full. It felt like he had pushed in all the way to your throat. You were no size queen, really, you weren’t, but if this is what they were going on about, you understood.

“Y/N,” he panted, his body begging him to move, “please.”

“Are-are you begging?” You giggled mirroring what he’d asked you before.

“Yes.” Without hesitation, he admitted, “Please… please…”

Well fuck. How could you say no? You nodded fervently, all mirth erased from your expression as he pulled out slowly, your juices squelched as your lower muscles tried to keep him in.

“Gah- ash-Y/N… you’re so tight.”

You only moaned in response, the head of his cock was still in you, stretching you to the point you didn’t think anyone could fully make you feel this way again.

“You’re so big,” you complimented scratching at his back. His muscles rippled under your touch.

He pushed back in, still torturously slow. It felt like you were being split in half. You felt like Olaf in the first frozen movie after he got stabbed by an icicle.

“Yoongi,” you gasped as he pulled out again at the same speed, his face screwed up in concentration.

“Oppa,” he growled into your ear, kissing roughly at your skin.

“Oppa,” you agreed, though it wasn’t your favorite word, he seemed to be getting of fairly

well so you let it slide, “move faster.”

“You sure?” He asked.

You nodded, knowing it was probably going to hurt but you wanted to feel him and you wanted him to cum.

“Yes.”

He didn’t need to be told again; he drew back, once again leaving only the mushroom tip inside you once again, and then he thrust. Hard. You nearly choked as he pumped himself over and over again hitting the nerves in your vagina. The slap of skin against yours was loud in the empty room, only accompanied by your moans and his pants and grunts. Your names mixed in every once in a while, your lips kissing any and all the skin that you could possibly reach. He licked at your lips and sucked bruises onto your neck, your chest. He wanted to mark all of you. He wanted to make sure you knew who you belonged to… as soon as he asked you right after he finished up.

This idea itself spurred him on, to thrust faster, deeper. He wanted to finish and make sure that you finished too, not quickly but soon. He wanted to talk. He wanted to make sure that you were in the same place.

So he reached between you both again, his fingers blindly found your clitoris and began to rub abstract shapes into it. Your back arched off the bed, your hair and boobs bounced with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass. You were seeing white, your mouth wide open in a silent ‘o’. You were so close. So so close.

“Come, Yeo-chin,” he whispered against your temple, and though you weren’t technically his, the title sent you over the edge along with his fingers and the deep thrusts that hit your cervix.

“Oppa,” you groaned, your face screwed up.

That did it for Yoongi. His fingers on your clit stuttered along with his hips. His thrusts became erratic and he hit the sides of your walls. You squeezed around him as he over stimulated you through your orgasm.

“One more time… say it one more time,” he begged.

You complied, whispering it into his ear, it was cut slightly by a particularly pleasurable thrust. Yoongi felt pure euphoria fill his blood as his hips paused, then buried deep into your hole. Ropes of hot cum shot into you, filling you.

Yoongi panted heavily over you, his head resting on your shoulder as he struggled to keep himself up. You were breathing heavily as well, your nipples brushed against his chest. You were sensitive. You hissed.

“You can lay down,” the words had barely left your lips before he had let his weight settle on top of you. A smile crossed your face as his hands tangled in your hair and stroked it lightly. You wrapped him up in a hug, wanting him to stay like this for a while. It was nice to feel him so close.

After a couple of minutes of both of you just recovering and your breathing getting much harder, like a wrestler, you tapped Yoongi twice.

“I’m out,” you joked, “can’t breathe.”

With what looked like a lot of effort, he pushed himself up and off you, pulling out of your suddenly. The cum inside of your vagina gushed out.

You made a face as you felt it drip onto his sheets. Yoongi watched it ooze out of you, not really caring where it was going. He looked mesmerized. He reached out as if to swipe at the cum on your lower lips but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“We talk now,” you sighed, a bit calmer than before but still a bit worried.

“Now?” He looked so vulnerable again, like he was a scared child. He lay on his side, resting his head on his elbow. He looked down at you, waiting for you to take the reins, the way you always did but this time, you didn’t know where to begin.

Yoongi cleared his throat looking around uncomfortably. When you said nothing, his mind had started to race.

“So… do you… want to be my girlfriend, or are we friends with benefits level right now? Ow!”

You’d smacked his shoulder, not hard at all but he was dramatic and you knew that. He frowned at you, his lips tempting you into another kiss that could lead to something more once again. You were already feeling a little turned on again just looking at the results of his recent gym trips.

“So no to yeo-chin then?”

“Yoongi!”

“Don’t you mean Oppa?”

You smiled up at him, a teasing glint in your gaze, “I didn’t know you had an oppa kink. This whole time, I was right to refuse to call you oppa. I knew you looked way too happy whenever I called you that!”

Yoongi scrunched his nose and looked away, “I don’t! It’s just… when you say it.” He admitted waving a hand as if to bat away your inquisitive and teasing stare.

Not really knowing how to answer that, you chose instead to answer his previous question.

“Nam-chin,” you ran a finger down the center of his pecks, tracing all the light visible muscles that made you want to get off on just riding his chest. Yoongi tensed under your touch. He seemed frozen.

“Did you just call me nam-chin?” You, for once, were not embarrassed. You smiled brightly, happy that the title finally had a head to sit on.

“Is that okay?”

Yoongi pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his heart beat erratically in his chest, singing to yours. To its credit, your heart synced and harmonized almost instantly. He smelled like pure sex and fresh water. He buried your face into his bare skin, listening to his song. After all these years, after all the tiptoeing and fear, you were finally where you belonged.

“Of course it is,” he paused, kissing the top of your head a couple of times, “yeo-chin.” This time, the word made a shiver roll down your spine. Arousal began to pool between your sticky thighs once more and if the third leg on your stomach was anything to go by, he was as well.

“Can- can we take a shower?” you asked him, biting your lips and pushing your chest against his suggestively.

He smirked, his mouth watered at the thought of taking you in the shower. He could almost hear your moans echoing in his wet room as he sat you down and ate you out until the water ran cold. Easy clean up even.

“Yes.” he breathed, connecting his lips to yours. You kissed for a while, your lips meshing together lovingly. Yoongi was a good kisser, you realized. He was a good lay as well. And he was cute to boot. Suddenly, he pulled away and picked you up bridal style and walked you to his restroom. He once again kicked the door open to avoid using his hands and walked you through, but this time instead of throwing you down, he set you on the toilet, him on his knees between your pushed open legs.

“I hope you don’t have any plans,” he said, kissing up your thighs and pulling you close to the edge, “because I have all the time in the world and I’m really, really thirsty.”

He ran two fingers over your abused center, collecting his cum and your new arousal. Sure, there were still a lot of things to talk about between you two. Yoongi still wasn’t sure if you fully understood the depth of his feelings nor was he sure if you simply liked him and the slip of the L-word was nothing more than that. A slip. But like he’d said, he had all the time in the world to ask and all the time to make sure he earned you and your trust. He would do anything he could to prove it and some day he would be.

But for now, he was royally fucked by the sinful sounds that escaped your pretty lips and he wanted nothing more than to just enjoy.

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Masterlist -in case you want to read more....

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Hello, I hope you are well, can I ask Yandere Akutagawa who probably hates you for how you make us feel? I may degrade you but get mad if someone else does

I hope this is good and is what you wanted! I'm a little rusty with Yandere content, so it might be a bit subtle here. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

As a new low ranking mafia goon you had expected some harsh bullying from your coworkers, but that didn't mean you couldn't despise them for it, or have the occassional breakdown in the headquarters bathroom or something. That was actually how you'd met your first friend-like person in the organization, Higuchi had found you fighting to not cry in the bathroom one day, and instead of belittling you for the moment of weakness, she gave you a paper towel to dab the tears from your (s/c) cheeks and assured you that she understood your predicament.

In all honesty, the harassment wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for one specific man. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.

Akutagawa was a violent, hostile, rabid dog of a man who took any possible chance to insult you without mercy. It didn't even have to be anything that would get you into trouble or annoy him, he would belittle anything he could about you as a person, not just your work for the mafia. It had quickly lost all of the leeway you had for newbie-hazing. At least now you had a reason to blame for the prickly mafioso hating your guts. Turns out he isn't a fan of his fashion being labelled 'hot topic tween goth.' After that, you just avoided him as best you could, which seemed near impossible with how much he continued to pop up in your life, even after you'd insulted him.

Of course, Mori would pair you with the goth pretty frequently despite your reluctance, Akutagawa had a pretty variable set of jobs he could be assigned to and thus would be a good on-the-job teacher for a newbie such as yourself, but after you'd insulted the goth he didn't leave you alone like you might've thought he would. Instead, he seemed to pop up a lot more frequently, even outside of the jobs you were paired with him on. Of course, you would see the pale vampire at the headquarters when you weren't working with him, but now you had gone from seeing him maybe once a week for a task or to retrieve or deliver ill-gotten cash, to seeing him a distance behind you in the hallway of the headquarters almost every other day, or in one of the spare sitting rooms the goons had overtaken and claimed as a sort of 'break room' on nights when you'd stay super late into the night and should've been alone.

However, you couldn't really accuse the hostile man of stalking you just to glare at you or spit insults. After all, Higuchi had always had a very valid point as to why you were running into him when you brought the occurrences up, and you'd be labelled a loon for thinking he'd been trailing you just because you had spotted him in the grocery store. So, you opted to keep your mouth shut and just ignored him whenever you could get away with it.

Though, every once in a while a snide remark or two slipped out, like one had on the day he limped into the headquarters after another spat with his rival, Atsushi Nakajima. "You look like a cat's half digested dinner," you snorted, watching the wheezing vampire flop into one of the fancy velvet chairs in the empty break room. He was still glowing a pretty vibrant red, with his coat ribbon lashing like the tail of an angry cat, but he ignored your comment and instead focused on wrapping his slashed up arm and leg in bandages. Then, just as you were beginning to leave the room to find your own place to do some paperwork, you felt fabric slither around your neck to tighten into a razor-wire choke-collar and yank you none-too-gently over to the chair Akutagawa sat in.

You weren't likely to cut an impressive figure with your (e/c) eyes wide with shock at the sudden attack, and fear at the feeling of Rashoumon's sharp edges biting into your (s/c) skin to draw blood under your bully's cold, humiliation-filled glare, "I think you're beginning to forget your place here, newbie." He spat, his raspy growl dripping with venom, "Not only do I outrank you, but I am much stronger than you. You are nowhere near Jinko's strength, fucking Higuchi is more of a threat to me than you are, so the next time you want to feel more significant than you are and insult me, I suggest you have a fucking grave dug beforehand." He got right in your face as he spoke, barring his teeth at you with sin-worthy wrath in his grey eyes, but, just for a moment before the lethal ribbon threw you away as easily as he would a gum wrapper, he hesitated. It was brief, only a few seconds, but Akutagawa's anger lessened, and instead he leaned forward just a hair. Just as quickly as it appeared though, the moment was gone. His fury returned with a vengeance and the ribbon that held you captive launched you across the room, sending you sliding across the floor and into the wall hard enough to crack it just a bit.

You took the hint and scrambled to your feet as soon as you got some air into your lungs, coughing and wheezing as you fled the room before Rashoumon could be sent through your spine next.

Admittedly, being snippy with the vampire after he'd already been embarrassed like that hadn't been a shining example of your best timing, but you tried to move past it, and that weird moment of hesitation, and label it a learning experience. Your fellow goons however, caught wind of your confrontation and did not give you such kindness. They instead turned it into more ammunition for snide remarks about how intelligent you were.

"Hey! Look who just walked in!" A goon you had yet to learn the name of almost crowed one day when you were eating lunch in the breakroom, just trying to watch some tv before your next job when Akutagawa had come in. "Hey, (y/n), wanna try and see if he'll knock your braincells back into place?" You just glared at the man while he continued to call you stupid and just try to instigate whatever fight he could it seemed. You didn't fall for his trap though, keeping your mouth firmly shut and not responding to his insults or assumptions of how masochistic you were. No, you instead simply returned your attention to the tv and blocked out Akutagawa's existence until you finished your lunch and left for your job.

Thankfully, it was a solo mission, a new extension of trust from Mori, and a prime chance to not only prove yourself, but to get away from the assholes you worked with. So, by the time you returned to the mafia headquarters, you were feeling pretty good and had almost completely forgotten your earlier run-in with that asshole of a goon around your lunch time.

Of course, the sky was dark by the time you returned from the job, so on top of your improved mood, you were also spared further heckling since everyone else had finished their work and gone home for the night. So, you were gratefully able to fly through the report you had to write about the mission, and cataloging of the goods you'd distributed without issue. It wasn't until you stopped by the bathroom to change out of your clothing and into some more comfortable, not-dirty clothes before your walk home that you smelled the stench of blood.

It hit you like a brick as soon as you had opened the bathroom door. The whole bathroom reeked of the dizzying smell of iron and death so badly that it poured out into the empty hallway. All it took was a few steps inside to investigate for you to spot the source of such a strong stench. A corpse huddled into the far corner across from the stalls.

Through your stinging tears, you could see that it was likely one of the other mafia goons, and judging by the one bloody tuft of hair you could see amongst the chunks of flayed flesh...it was the same goon that was messing with you earlier. Since your only identifier was the shredded and blood soaked suit that the heap of shredded flesh and spilled entrails somewhat wore and a bit of hair, you couldn't say for certain, but something in your gut told you it was the same man.

"You know, you should really grow a spine." You whirled around to face the doorway as soon as the raspy voice spoke, (e/c) eyes wide and your hand instantly falling to the small pistol you had at your hip. But, instead of some demented intruder out to murder any mafia goons they found, you were instead met with Akutagawa. Your worst bully.

For a moment, all you could do was stare in shock, your brain frantically scrambling to recollect its composure under the pressure of an almost primal terror, just letting you stammer out a shakey, "What?" before your legs began to turn to jello, the thick blanket of coppery blood in the air making your stomach want to escape out of your mouth. However, you put your hand on the cool glass of the sink and bit back the urge to vomit. The last thing you wanted was to give the sadistic mafioso more ammo against you in his harassment, and if he was the goon-slaughtering-psycho, you didn't want to go out because you were too busy retching to defend yourself. However, he didn't attack you. He just stood in the doorway and glared at the mutilated pile of flesh as if it had insulted his family for a moment before speaking again, "You're supposed to be a mafia member, (y/n), you can't just let people use you as a doormat, it reflects poorly on the organization." he chided with a derisive sniff, "Grow a damned spine and begin to stand up for yourself. No one's going to 'defend your honor' like this..." He trailed off, fixing you with a cold, irritated look for a long moment before he turned on his heel with a huff, "Clean that bastard up, before he stains the linoleum anymore than he already has."

With that, Akutagawa stomped off back to wherever he'd come from. Leaving you to deal with the bloody carnage you'd discovered, and to ask yourself why he had even been here. It was the middle of the night, most everyone should be home by now, but the goth had appeared only a moment after you'd entered the bathroom, how had he shown up so quickly? He didn't bring Mori or anyone else, so it wasn't like he'd discovered the body first...

You got a sick feeling that he'd been the one to leave such a nightmarish scene. And that he'd been waiting for you to find it or something.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #Akutagawa ryuunosuke #x reader #Yandere akutagawa #ask #scenario #yandere

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hongism · 4 years

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as you wish - jaehyun smut

pairing: jaehyun x female reader

genre: ceo!jaehyun, assistant!reader, smut, absolute filth guys

word count: 3544

warnings: daddy kink, semi-public smut, choking, thigh riding, facefucking, deepthroating, throat bulging, oral sex: male receiving, oral: female receiving, sir kink, size kink, unprotecc sex, cum eating, cum swallowing, creampie, fingering, filth, absolute filth, fucking filth y'all, corruption kink, overuse of baby girl and princess, possessive!jaehyun, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, teasing, breast play, nipple play, pussy slapping, overstimulation, praise, basically both have a pain kink, reader cries bc jaehyun's big dick is that good, this is not a proper boss assistant relationship like y'all no, but do i care? fuck that no I don't, yes this is kick it jaehyun, no don't come for me jfc this warning list is LONG

summary: maybe you and your boss don't have the most professional relationship, but he's so good at fucking you that you don't think twice about it.

a/n: ...don't ask. this is gratuitous smut and absolute filth and I have zero shame, so don't ask pls this is for @parksfilter @franklytae and myself. also thank you dearest fram for this sexy ass banner :3

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“Sir? Your 4 o’clock appointment came by early.” You step into the dimly lit office to find your boss sitting behind his desk, as usual, eyes glued to his computer even as you speak. “Mr. Jung,” you speak a bit louder in hopes of catching his attention. Sure enough the man glances up at you, dark eyes finding yours as he looks at you over the rim of his glasses.

“Yes, Miss L/N?”

“Your 4 o’clock.”

“It’s 3:36, Miss L/N. Not 4 o’clock. You’re early. As is my client.”

“Well sir, Mr. Kim asked me to remind you that you were rather late to the last meeting.” You grin at your boss, teeth shining through the smile. His lips quirk into a small smile. “So, Jaehyun, who’s fault was that?”

“Yours actually, Y/N. Someone was taking her sweet time… taking care of business. Go tell Mr. Kim that I will see him at 4 o’clock and no sooner.” Jaehyun pushes his chair back from the desk, eyes still not leaving yours, and steps around the side of the wood. His fingers run along the surface. He barely traces it, a delicate touch that makes you think of less than holy things. “I meant now, Miss L/N. I only have 21 minutes to conduct certain business with you.”

“Of course, Mr. Jung. I’ll be back shortly.” You turn on your heel, spinning to face the door, and step out with haste. Jaehyun’s eyes follow you as you go, you can feel the heat of his gaze on your backside. The door clicks shut behind you though and blocks the feel of his eyes for the time being. “Mr. Kim!” You greet with a wide grin. Said man’s eyes flit up to yours as you smile down at the place where he awaits you.

“Is Jaehyun ready for me?”

“No, actually. He asked that we wait until 4 o’clock precisely. He has a bit of paperwork that needs to be concluded before your meeting if that’s alright?”

“I thought you were supposed to mention his previous–”

“I did, but as you know, I answer to my boss’s orders only. I’ll come back to bring you in at 4 o’clock, Mr. Kim.”

“Ah, I see, Miss. As you wish.” The man sitting before you nods his head once at you.

“Actually sir, it’s as Mr. Jung wishes, but I’ll pass on the message.”

Your heels click against the hard floor as you walk away from the businessman. A smile still plays at your lips because you know what’s waiting for you behind your boss’ door. You don’t bother knocking before stepping back into his office. One hand trails over the dark wood, slipping over the lock and twisting it to the right, then you turn to face Jaehyun.

“Miss L/N, what did my client say?” He asks from his place in front of his desk. The suit fits him too well, and you see that now that he’s standing before you in full glory like this.

“As you wish, Mr. Jung.” You walk towards the man, hand on your collar, and pop the top three buttons of your blouse open.

“Hmm, I quite like the sound of that, Miss L/N.” He reaches out to snatch you by the waist. “Wearing a red number under a white shirt is a bit risky, don’t you think?”

“Do you think so? Maybe you’ll have to punish me for it then… sir.” Jaehyun’s hand trails up from your waist, delicate touch brushing the valley between your breasts. Goosebumps rise across your skin as he touches you. He hums at the sight, lips quirking into a small smirk at the same time, then glances up to your face before speaking again.

“Something tells me you’d like to be punished though, princess.” You roll your eyes at the comment. Stopping your gaze on the wall over to your right, you check the clock.

“19 minutes, Jaehyun.”

“Careful with that mouth, princess, or I’ll just go ahead and cancel the meeting altogether.” Jaehyun leans forward to press his warm lips against the column of your neck.

“You wouldn’t,” you whisper before letting your head fall back under Jaehyun’s ministrations. He chuckles against your skin. It sends ripples of pleasure through you, and you are forced to bite back the moan threatening to climb out of your mouth.

“As you wish,” he mutters back before leaning away from you. Twisting, you try to pull away from the man, but he locks you in place with his thighs, squeezing you between them before you can step back. He turns to his phone and taps away at some buttons while keeping one hand firmly on your waist. “Mr. Kim! Yes, yes, it’s Jaehyun. I hate to do this so last minute, but we had some paperwork complications come up just now. Would we be able to push the meeting to 5 o’clock? Yes? Wonderful. Again, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” The call ends a moment later, and Jaehyun returns to smirking at you.

“I cannot believe you,” you hiss out. Your boss merely laughs. One hand slips between your legs to push them apart. The tight material of your skirt stops him from continuing the motion. You have to smile at the almost annoyed gleam that crosses Jaehyun’s eyes as he realizes the obstruction; however, it doesn’t last long because he pushes the material up over your thighs and ass for better access. You sink down onto Jaehyun’s thick muscled thigh before you know it.

“I have a lot of paperwork to attend to since my assistant got snippy.” Jaehyun’s teeth drag across his lower lip. He rocks his thigh upward. Pressure hits your clit, bringing a sharp wave of pleasure over you, and you grab him by the shoulders to stabilize yourself. “Fuck yourself against my thigh, baby girl. I wanna see my good little girl get off on Daddy’s thigh.”

“F-Fuck–” you gasp as Jaehyun rocks against you, not giving you a chance to speak or breathe before he yanks you closer by the collar.

“That’s an order, baby girl.”

“Yes–yes sir.” You slowly drag your body forward, letting the feel of his muscled leg against your core wash over you. Jaehyun’s fingers work at the rest of the buttons on your blouse. He works them open deftly before reaching around your back to pop the clasp of your bra. You do him the favor of yanking both your blouse and bra off. They’re thrown somewhere behind you, but you don’t have time to glance back and check because Jaehyun’s lips are latching around one of your nipples without warning. You instinctively buck against him. “Fu-uck.” A small whine leaves your lips as Jaehyun’s tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. He gives a sharp suck to it. You watch the skin rise up under his lips, teeth sinking into your lower lip. His other hand finds its way to your other breast and massaging it with his large hand. He pulls off with a cocky grin to his lips.

“You sound so innocent and needy. No matter how many times I corrupt you, you still act all innocent.” Another whine slips out, Jaehyun’s long fingers toying with your nipples as he speaks. “Listen to yourself. I want to ruin you. Turn you into my own little slut.” Jaehyun pushes up, bringing you with him, and you yet again have to brace yourself on his shoulders.

“You haven’t ruined me yet, sir.” Lifting a hand to Jaehyun’s face, you trace his sharp jawline with your index finger. The light touch coaxes goosebumps out of his skin, ones that rise to meet your finger as you move along his features. “But I would quite like it if you did.” Your words come out like a purr. They have a visceral effect on Jaehyun, his whole body lurching forward and pushing your back to the edge of his desk roughly. The sensation sends ripples of pain through your body only for a moment before it passes and leaves you quivering in excitement underneath him.

“Turn around. Now.”

You don’t wait to be told twice and spin as quickly as you’re able to given Jaehyun’s close proximity to you. A hand comes down against your ass. The skin ripples under Jaehyun’s touch. Even with your underwear, you’re certain that his touch will leave a nice handprint across your skin. Besides the underwear doesn’t last long. Jaehyun yanks it down with one hand, the other finds your bare back and pushes you until your face presses against his desk. Something is digging into your stomach – probably his stapler or something of the like – and you try your best to wiggle it out of the way. Jaehyun must think you’re attempting to misbehave though because his hand comes down against your ass again. The sting is sharper this time now that you aren’t wearing any underwear, but you revel in it nonetheless.

“Da-addy, something’s hurting my side,” you call out to the man behind you.

“Oh? I should’ve cleaned the desk off beforehand. My apologies, baby girl.” The hand on your back snakes it’s way up to your head, latching onto your hair and yanking your body back. A wanton moan escapes at the sharp tug. Jaehyun ignores your whining in favor of sweeping his belongings to the side, leaving an open space for you to fall back against when he releases your hair. “I’ll make it up to you, princess, don’t worry.”

“I never do,” you giggle back. You can see his form out the corner of your eye. He must know that you can as well because he’s making a show out of taking his jacket off and rolling his sleeves up his forearms. You have to bite your lip to keep a moan from slipping out. Then, Jaehyun dips out of sight.

Cold fingers brush your slick folds, toying with the wetness pooled at your core. You gasp and lurch further forward on his desk, blindly grasping for some sort of support as he pushes two digits in without warning. The stretch is sudden and a bit uncomfortable at first, but soon he’s working you open like it’s common practice. The pads of his fingers toy around your sweet spot, teasing and prodding but never fully touching it, and you buck your hips back against his fingers in attempts to get him to hit that spot. It almost works, but Jaehyun crooks his fingers inside you at the same time. The suddenness of the action catches you off-guard. It also brings you to your first orgasm, walls clenching around his thick fingers, pulsing and tightening on him as you ride out your orgasm.

“Naughty naughty, little girl.” His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. “Roll over, face up.” Your mind is a bit muddled and fuzzy already. Jaehyun smacks the flat of his hand against your wet pussy, and it brings a jolt through you, an encouragement to get moving and roll over faster. Apparently, it’s still not fast enough for Jaehyun because he yanks you forward by the legs until your cunt is right in front of his lips. You nearly clench your thighs around his head just at the sight of him between your legs like that, but you resist the temptation in favor of throwing your head back in pleasure. He drags the flat of his tongue against your sopping folds. It’s slow at first, almost teasing in the way he laps at your heat, but he seems to realize that the two of you are still on a time crunch. Next thing you know, his tongue is prodding at your entrance. He builds up a quick rhythm, no longer wasting time in fucking his tongue in and out of you, and you reach down to grab hold of his hair. Fingers intertwine with his dark locks, and he groans against your pussy. The vibrations go straight to your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. It’s enough to send another orgasm through your body, and it’s like little jolts of electricity shoot through you, making you see stars.

“O-Oh fu-fuck Jaehyun, fuck fuck. Fuck, Jaehyun, ju-ust like that, please. Yes, yes, yes,” you ramble, already halfway to losing yourself in the pleasure despite barely getting started. Jaehyun chuckles against you, sucking at your sensitive clit as he pulls off you.

“It seems that someone forgot what my title is.” A hand slaps your cunt. The sound that resonates is a wet and disgusting one, one that has you writhing under Jaehyun’s touch and has him slapping your pussy again when you fail to respond. “Get it right, slut. You have two options. Say them both.”

“S-Sir!” You cry out when his palm hits your clit again. “Sir an-and Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Jaehyun coos and rewards you with a small kiss pressed to your clit. “Up. I wanna fuck your pretty little mouth.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, chest heaving as you look up at Jaehyun, who’s getting to his feet himself. The sight distracts you a moment. His hair is ruffled and unkempt thanks to your touch, tie off-kilter and loose, lips and chin glistening with your juices, and it’s such a breathtaking sight that you lose your train of thought. “I said up.” Jaehyun pulls you back to reality by tugging your body forward, fingers clenched around your hips and pulling you off the desk. You nearly fall face first into his crotch, nose actually bumping the bulge in his trousers. He’s nearly bursting out of his pants. You grin at the thought of the large present hiding behind the material and resituate yourself so that you’re more comfortable on your knees before him.

“Yes sir,” you murmur as your fingers work his buttons and zipper apart. One sharp tug to the band of his pants and underwear is enough to spring his cock loose. He’s quite blessed, to be frank – thick and long, such that you have to use two hands to cover his whole length.

“Don’t just stare at me, baby girl.‌ Get to work.” You do as told, moistening your lips, then take the head of his cock into your mouth. He hisses at the contact. Your eyes snap up to his face as he makes the sound and gauge his reaction. He looks pleased already, tongue toying with the corner of his mouth while watching you bop your head up and down along his member. You hum around him. “F-Fuck, baby girl, let me fuck your mouth. Let me fuck it, shit.” His hand works its way into your hair and tightens around it. He lets you pull off to catch your breath once, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips and his shaft, then he pushes it back into your mouth. It fills you up before you’re even halfway down his member.‌ He keeps pushing and pushing though, and you thank your lucky stars for the lack of a gag reflex because you feel his cock press its way into your throat.

Jaehyun hisses above you. You can’t look up at him, too focused on his member, but he keeps groaning and hissing so much that you have to glance up at his expression. His eyes aren’t locked on your mouth or his cock, rather he’s looking past both things. The hand in your hair shifts, a light touch tracing down your skin until it reaches your throat.

“Fuck, you’re so tiny that my big cock bulges in your little throat. That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen, baby girl. Look at you.” Jaehyun’s hand slips back up to your hair and latches on. He braces himself on it, thrusting slowly in and out of your mouth. He presses into your throat with each thrust. The corners of your eyes are moist with tears, and they’ll begin to fall before he cums, but you try to focus on breathing around his fat cock rather than the tears. “You take my dick so well, princess. You’re doing so well, fu-uck. Such a good little slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” You can neither nod nor hum in approval around him, his cock filling you up too much to do either. Jaehyun doesn’t seem to expect an answer though. He keeps fucking your mouth, pace speeding up more and more as time goes on, and breathing is becoming more and more of a struggle. Still, he’s close and hot cum spills down your throat a moment later, nearly choking you from the sheer quantity of it and the lack of air in your lungs. Bringing a hand up to his hip, you drum your fingers against his bare skin three times, a small signal that you need him to pause for you. He pulls out immediately. “Are you alright, love?” He asks as you gasp for breath. The hand in your hair reaches around to cup your chin, lifting your face to his. Jaehyun stoops down to be eye to eye with you. “Color?”

“G-Green,” you gasp out. A small smile spreads across your lips as you see the relief in Jaehyun’s eyes. He must still be concerned though because your tears are already falling. “Fuck me, sir. Fuck me please?”

“Absolutely, baby girl. How do you want me?”

“Fuck me from behind. Bend me over your desk?” You plead as Jaehyun drags his fingers over your tear stricken cheeks.

“Ask nicely first, baby girl.”

“Daddy please bend me over your desk and fu-uck me like the little slut I am,” you beg, writhing under him.

“There we go, slut.” Jaehyun pulls you up by the arms and drags you over to his desk. You whine as he roughly pushes you up against it, letting him manhandle you into the position he wants you in, and there’s a sick sort of pleasure in letting him move you around like you’re his toy. Your face meets the cold wood of his desk again, cheek pressed to the surface so that you can look back and see what Jaehyun is doing behind you. His member is already hardening again, thanks to some help from his messy jerks, and within a few moments, he’s pressing the head against your wet hole.

He starts with a slow push. Despite his preparations, your cunt is still extremely tight around him. He takes extra care in thrusting slowly into you until he’s buried all the way in you. You whine at the sensation of being completely filled up by Jaehyun, coupled with your sensitive state from already orgasming twice. He goes slow at first; shallow and dragged out thrusts until you both get used to the sensation. Then, his speed picks up, thick member dragging across your slick velvety walls. Moans tumble from your lips without ceasing. You can’t bother being quiet as the sensation of Jaehyun’s cock in your tight pussy is too good for you to think straight. He groans as your walls tighten around him, clenching in rhythm with his quick thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl. No mat–no matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so tight. Is my cock the only one you take? Are you my dirty little slut?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, yes. I am sir, I’m yours. Only yours. Fuuuck I’m all yours.” Jaehyun’s thrusts speed up as you speak those words.

“That’s right, baby girl. All mine.” He’s already starting to falter with the rhythm of his thrusts, and with the way his cock is curving against your g spot, you know that you’re going to hit another high any second now. “Cum for me, baby girl. Cum around Daddy’s cock, yea?” You release a whine. Jaehyun gives a particularly harsh thrust, and it’s enough to send you over the brink and into another wave of orgasming. Your sight all but goes white from the sensation, stars in the corners of your vision. Jaehyun follows close behind.‌ Your walls tightening and pulsating around his member brings him to another orgasm himself. Hot seed pushes into you, filling you up, and you moan at the warmth in you. Jaehyun pants above you. Sweat on his brow, white shirt clinging to his body and showing the tan skin underneath, he cages you in with his arms.

“Damn,” you exhale as the orgasm passes.

“Damn is right.” Jaehyun pulls his softening member out of you. The absence of his cock immediately makes you feel cold, especially as you feel his cum sliding out of your pussy as well. “You did so well, baby girl. So so well.”

“Thank you, sir,” you mumble, too spent to say anything else.

“Now I hate to break it to you, but there’s a 5 o’clock appointment I need you to go fetch for me.”

“Oh fuck off!”‌ You call out, huffing as Jaehyun’s hands run over the curve of your ass. He chuckles to himself. “You can go get him yourself and explain why you’re late.”

“That’s for my assistant to do.”

“Your assistant seems to do a lot of things for you,” you counter.

“She’s quite good at her job, I must say. Now, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed properly again?”

“As you wish, Mr. Jung.”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Other Girls (one shot)

Harry Potter AU-Marauders Era

Request- can you please do a Regulus x reader one shot where they're best friends and they do everything together, but she never goes to his Quidditch games due to the fact that there are always girls flirting with him and she gets really jealous over it because over time, she's developed romantic feelings for him. But he gets really stressed over his final quidditch match, begs her to come, so she does and they end up confessing their feelings

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

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You should come.”

“I have to study…”

This was the typical conversation that you seemed to have with Regulus throughout quidditch season. It was Regulus following you around asking you to come to his matches and you coming up with clever excuses as to why you wouldn’t. You had come up with some clever ones over the last two years. It was nothing to be proud of either. Your best friend wanted you there to watch him but you couldn’t bear it. It was nothing to do with the sport in the slightest. You were just fine with quidditch. It was Regulus’ little band of “groupies” that got to you.

Watching your best friend flirt with whatever girl was throwing herself at him was enough to make you want to vomit. At first, the feeling was bemusement. When your feelings for your best friend started becoming more intimate it became jealousy and pain. All of these girls never found Regulus interesting until he started showing how skilled that he was as a seeker. It also probably had something to do with him being Sirius Black’s brother. These girls were little rejects that Sirius had either said no to or had dated himself and was desperate to have something like Sirius back. Little did they seem to realize, Regulus was nothing like Sirius...or so you thought.

That thought started changing when Regulus started flirting back with these girls or disappearing off of the planet with one of them into a broom cupboard or under a set of stairs. You tried not to let it get to you but it was. It was getting to you bad and beginning to affect your friendship.

“I don’t understand what is going on. You seem so moody and grumpy lately? Did I do something?”

Regulus asked one morning over breakfast. You tried to ignore the question but he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“No, you didn’t do anything.”

Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr, who had put 2 and 2 together, were shaking their heads in annoyance. You didn’t have to be part of their little group to know that they were muttering about Regulus being a blind idiot.

“Then what in the devil is going on?”

“I started my period, okay!”

You hissed. Regulus’ cheeks went scarlet as he looked down at his lap. You hated that you gave him such a snippy response but it was the best that you could come up with.

Pulling yourself from the memory of the previous day, you sighed miserably as Regulus followed you around the library. Just when your feelings changed from friendship to romance was still fuzzy. Part of you swore that you had always had a crush on Regulus. The other part swore it was 4th year when he came back to school from summer vacation taller with a deeper voice and longer hair.

“That’s also when every other girl started finding him interesting too.”

Your mind supplied. Regulus speaking again broke your thoughts.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but I don’t understand. You used to come to watch the matches all the time then suddenly you’ve stopped. We do everything together so why can’t you come and watch…”

“We don’t do everything together anymore.”

You replied. Regulus crossed his arms over his chest beginning to get annoyed. He wasn’t sure what your problem was and it was beginning to get under his skin. You didn’t seem to understand how badly he wanted you. Was it that hard to understand? It seemed like the harder he tried the more you shut him down.

That was the reason that he dated the other girls. Regulus was desperate to have what he wanted with you. He really cared nothing for the other girls and perhaps it was cruel but he couldn’t help the feelings. You were the girl that he wanted to sit at the top of the astronomy tower with or the girl that he wanted to hold in his arms at night in the common room.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Regulus finally asked. You put the heavy book that you were holding down before turning and facing him with that feisty sassy frown. Damn, had you always been this pretty?

As you were about to respond, a girl that you decided to call blonde bimbo number 4 came up and wrapped her arms around Regulus’ left arm.

“There you are! I thought that we had a date.”

Regulus watched as your eyes narrowed on Abigail...or at least he thought that her name was Abigail. He would have to put that together later. Regulus had developed his own methods for getting girl’s names that he didn’t remember.

Oh Merlin, I am turning into my brother…

Regulus thought with a scowl.

“Exhibit A.”

You commented before turning and walking away without another word. Regulus wiggled his arm loose before turning to...whatever her name was.

“Can you give me a moment?”

The girl nodded, batting her eyes at him. Had it been the year before and Regulus hadn’t developed some skill with dealing with members of the opposite sex he would have probably asked if she had something in her eyes. Now he knew that this was supposed to be attractive and went with it.

“Y/n, wait!”

You turned around as Regulus ran after you. He shoved some of his messy curls away from his face before reaching out for your hands.

“Look, I'm sorry I know that I have been a bit...distracted but you’re still my best friends and I…”

You slowly pulled your hands out of his, unable to handle the physical contact.

“Reggie, you’re beyond distracted. You won't understand what’s going on. Go have fun with whatever her name is then tomorrow you can go out with her red-headed best friend. You’re a smart guy...figure it out.”

“I would understand a lot more if you would freaking talk to me. Its like you are turning into some kind of jealous...oh….OH!”

Regulus had finally put two and two together! His mouth dropped as he looked down at you with an opened mouth. You liked him! How had he not seen the jealousy in your eyes before?

“Y/n, I…”

“Regulus, are you coming?”

Abigail’s voice interrupted the moment again. Your eyes narrowed on Regulus’ face again. He was looking at you with apologetic eyes now.

“Have fun and just forget it.”

You coldy stated before turning and walking away. Walking a little slower than normal, you wanted to give Regulus a chance to come after you. If he came after you then you would know that he actually felt something. If he didn’t, well, you had probably just lost your best friend.

When you didn’t hear his footsteps coming after you, the last thing that you wanted to see was Regulus wrap his arms around that girl. Now he knew your secret and instead of coming after you, he was going with the other girl...perfect.

Storming into the common room, you met Evan’s gaze. He automatically knew that something was wrong and curious to know what Regulus did or didn’t do. You flopped down on the couch and handed him a pillow.

“Just smother me. When I stop twitching, you’ll know that I am dead.”

Evan laughed.

“Yeah, like I’m going to do that. What’s going on?”

You jumped up and started tugging on your hair.

“I really did it this time, Evan. Regulus knows that I like him and he still went out with that stupid Abigail from Hufflepuff.”

Evan frowned.

“Let me get this straight, he went out with her and not with you?”

You nodded.

“Of course, he went out with her. She’s pretty and bubbly. I’m this snobby bitch that says the wrong things as the wrong time. I love all of my friends but I just hate being here!”

You sat back down on the couch and fought the urge to cry. Evan scooted closer to you.

“Y/n, Regulus wants you...he’s told me himself. I’ll talk to him...if you would like.”

You shook your head.

“No, just forget it, Evan. If he is going to be running around with all of these girls that turn up at the matches like some kind of sex-crazed group of girls at a rock concert I would rather be left the hell alone. I’m sure there is some other boy in this castle that I could fall in love with...if not then I’ll be a cat lady.”

Evan laughed hard at that one.

“Whatever, Y/n. You are too pretty to be a cat lady.”

You stood up, wanting nothing more than to go hide in your bed and never come out. At least in the girls' dormitory, you wouldn’t have to face Regulus.

“I’m going to put my order in for a black cat. Excuse me.”

You had been out of the common room for five minutes when Regulus walked in. Evan had settled back down in front of his homework. He didn’t look up at his friend.

“You just missed her. Whatever you did, nice going. Y/n is convinced that she is going to be some kind of spinster cat lady.”

Regulus ran a hand through his hair.

“I need to talk to her but she keeps running away.”

Evan shrugged.

“Thank you for joining the rest of society and realizing that she likes you.”

Regulus walked across the room and snatched Evan’s book to force the other boy to look up.

“How long?”

Regulus questioned. Evan frowned.

“How long what?”

Regulus put a hand over his face. Was he dealing with idiots?

“How long has Y/n liked me and why wasn’t I let in on this secret?”

Evan threw his hands up becoming impatient himself.

“Regulus are you really that blind? Y/n has had it bad for you for ages! I don’t see her snuggling with her other friends the way that she does you. She goes out on limbs to do whatever it is that you want. That girl would follow you anywhere and you don’t see it. A friendly word of advice...stop flirting with those girls that you have taken a liking too. It's crushing Y/n. Will you please talk to her tomorrow and stop acting like a 12 year old girl? It's really annoying.”

Regulus groaned and sat down. This was the last thing that he had ever expected to happen. He never planned on you actually liking him. Now that it was happening, he felt like a fool...a heartless fool who was breaking your heart.

“I have been so stressed over this final quidditch match that I am not seeing anything going on around me. Do you think that I have any chance of fixing it with her?”

Evan nodded.

“Regulus, I hope so because you two are making me sick.”

The next morning, you waited until the common room was empty before you dared going down to breakfast. Regulus hadn’t tried to speak with you at all the night before. You figured he was too busy doing whatever he did with his “girlfriends.”

“That is the last thing that I want to think about.”

You muttered as you made your way out of the dungeons. As you walked past Professor Slughorn’s class a set of hands reached out and tugged you in. You were ready to hex whoever it was when you met Regulus’ gaze.

“Are you trying to scare me to death?”

You snapped as Regulus fixed your messy robe. He shrugged.

“I need to talk to you.”

“Regulus, I really don’t think…”

Before you could finish the sentence, Regulus was kissing you. You stood motionless as he poured his soul into the kiss. He pulled away but kept his face close to yours.

“What was that?”

You asked. Regulus gave you a rare smile. The two of you weren’t “smiley” people. Both of your facial expressions mirrored major cases of “resting bitch face.”

“I really like you, Y/n. I want to be with you.”

“You’re being mean.”

You commented and pulled yourself from his arms. Regulus had his wand out and slammed the door before you could reach it.

“I am not being mean! Y/n, I didn’t know! I’m sorry...if I had known...I would have said something before now. Look, I am a typical useless man.”

You turned around with a sigh.

“You are not a typical useless man.”

Regulus gave you a sheepish shrug.

“I’m calling it as I see it. I have hurt the one person that I swore I would never do anything cold to. You could have told me sooner too, you know.”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.

“And you would have laughed at me.”

Regulus was annoyed now.

“I never would have laughed at you! You aren’t getting my point. I have been so stressed out over this final match that I apparently haven’t noticed anything but I do now. Please, would you consider being my girlfriend?”

He stepped closer and gently touched the side of your face. You wanted to play hard to get but didn’t have the strength.

“I can’t bear watching your flirt with those other girls.”

Regulus shook his head. He quickly pulled you into another kiss.

“There will be no other girls.”

“Promise?”

You weakly asked. Regulus smiled.

“I promise.”

The next day you sat wedged in-between Evan and Barty at the final quidditch match of the season. You woke up feeling sick to your stomach with worry. Today would be the day that you would really know if Regulus meant what he said. You only agreed to come to appease Regulus. If he flirted with one girl you were out of there and never speaking to him again. That was no threat but a promise.

From where you sat you could see Abigail and her little friends eyeing Regulus hopefully. You took a shaky breath as Evan leaned over.

“They have nothing on you.”

You could only nod at Evan’s comment. There was no way that you could formulate a sentence.

As the match came to an end, you followed Evan and Barty down onto the pitch. You felt your stomach begin to feel queasy the moment Abigail and her “friends” showed up. Regulus was busy talking to one of his other friends before his grey eyes turned to you. He immediately gave you a small smile and picked up on the source of your nervousness.

Abigail was already screeching his name but Regulus chose to ignore her. He instead walked right past Abigail and all of the other girls that he would typically flirt with for kicks. Seeing you smile was a relief.

“See? I said no other girls.”

Regulus said with a smirk before pulling you into his arms. There wouldn’t be any other girls. From here on out you would be the only girl.

“Yes, you did. I think they will really get the message if you kiss me.”

Regulus glanced over his shoulder at the stunned group of girls before turning back to you.

“I guess we should really rock their worlds.”

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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years

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could you please do a reaction to ateez being really mad that it’s actually scary? (since they themselves said that san gets really scary when he’s mad!) thank you!!

tw: fighting, shoving

❥ kim hongjoong

usually your boyfriend can handle sticky situations well. he has a life that requires a certain level of tenacity and strength that you know he had, dealing with all the stressors and unusual situations with grace.

but the second you heard the front door slam against the wall, jumping from your place in the kitchen, you knew he was mad.

“no, that’s actually not what i said,” his voice snapped, the anger and venom behind it so uncharacteristic. he usually greeted you with a soft “hi,” or a back hug, pressing a kiss to your neck that would almost always make you smile.

but you’re not smiling now, watching as hongjoong yells into the phone. he rolls his eyes and hangs up despite the voice on the other line still talking back, throwing his phone across the room as it luckily lands on the couch.

“god damn it.”

you look at the boy with wide eyes, biting on your lip because you’re not entirely sure what to say. he only looks at you, his face softening ever so slightly, before he tells you he’s gonna go shower.

you finish making dinner by the time he’s out and in the bedroom, bringing your plates into the room and sitting down next to him. he pulls you over the second you tell him the food is ready, his head shaking as he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your neck from behind.

you both just lay there until you feel his even breaths against your skin, deciding to let him rest because you can always heat up the food later.

❥ park seonghwa

you thought you saw seonghwa mad before, the way he rolls his eyes when you talk back to him or glares at you from across the room when you send him a questionable text.

but this, him in a heated fight with his brother as the two tall boys scream and push at each other, is quite possibly the scariest thing you’ve ever seen.

it had all seemed playful at first, the two siblings talking about their childhood and telling you all about their times in school together. but a few snippy digs from his brother as well as seonghwa’s retaliation landed them here, screaming and yelling at one another till they were red in the face and neck veins were bulging.

“seonghwa,” you said quietly, placing your hand on his arm gently. but whether it be his natural instinct in the heat of the moment or him not realizing it was you, he pushed your hand off of him and stepped closer to his brother.

“see, hwa, you’re a fuckin’ dick,” his brother had said, his eyes catching the sad, scared look on your face. “even your own girlfriend’s terrified of you.” and it was upon hearing that it’s like he remembered you were there, his head snapping back to see you with wide eyes and your teeth in your lip.

his heart sinks seeing the look in your eyes, immediately abandoning his brother and taking your hand in his. he guides you into his room and slams the door, anger still coursing through him but now for an entirely different reason.

“i’m sorry,” he says lowly, his thumb running over your hand before he pulls you into him. you sniffle against him as you shake your head, telling him you never wanna see him actually mad again.

❥ jeong yunho

you didn’t even know it was possible to ever be scared of yunho.

you had never not seen the boy with a smile on his face or his head thrown back in laughter. he usually acted as the happiest of the bunch, calming the others down and always keeping the mood in good spirits.

but this, you’ve never seen this before. because even the happiest of people have bad days: getting yelled at by his boss all day and stuck in irritating traffic on the way home all while running on a cup of coffee turned the normally happy, bubbly yunho into someone you didn’t recognize.

he had burst through the door with a dead look in his eyes, walking past you like you were a ghost and your eyebrows immediately pulled together.

“hi,” you say, almost speaking it like a question. but the boy only looked at you and nodded his head, the tension in his face and body far to oobvious. it caused anxiety and nervousness to creep up on you, watching as he placed his bag down on the couch.

and then like when the universe knows you’re having a bad day, the backpack topples over and a few things inside fall out, acting as the last straw that makes yunho pick up the book and throw it across the room. you can’t help but let out a yelp, the book smacking off the table and knocking over the two remotes making your body prickle with anxiety.

his head snaps over to you and his wild eyes soften the slightest bit at seeing the fear in your eyes, mumbling a deep, choked “sorry,” before he abruptly leaves the room and goes into the bedroom.

you allow him some alone time for the next hour, finishing up your work in the kitchen before walking into the room. you see his big body laying out on the bed, his eyes closed but face still pinched with tension and irritation.

“come here,” he suddenly says, his eyes open and the smallest pout on his lips as he reaches his long arms out to you. you immediately fall into him and he presses a kiss to the skin of your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“i’m sorry if i scared you.”

❥ kang yeosang

you and yeosang have known each other for years and have gotten into your fair share of fights. but they were more so a playful banter that lasted for all of twenty minutes before one of you let out a snort and the whole thing was forgotten.

this however, was much different. because you’d always heard once you move in with someone, things change. you’ll see all of their annoying habits and things you wish they did differently, the smallest thing they’ll do irritating the shit out of you.

which is probably why you’re both two weeks in to this passive aggressive fight, a singular bowl in the kitchen sink that neither of you have been touching. it was technically yours but when he had taken it in, you had asked him to soak it in hot water and soap so you wouldn’t have to scrape the spices and sauce off of it tirelessly.

and when you woke up the next morning and seen he hadn’t, your fresh manicure for your best friend’s wedding a reminder of why you couldn’t scrape off the food, you’d gotten annoyed. made a snippy comment to him in passing that made him roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders.

but tonight, when he’d come home and saw the bowl, it’d been the last thing to make him snap. because he’d already had a really shitty day and that stupid red bowl in the sink served as a reminder for how fucking obnoxious you were being.

“i’m being obnoxious?” you scream, “i fucking asked you for one favor yeosang and now we’ll never be able to get it off!”

“then just throw it out, i could give a shit,” he snapped, his voice biting and hard and it’s such an uncharacteristic tone it makes your eyes widen. “if you weren’t so god damn stubborn and selfish, you’d see i’m under a lot of fucking stress and would do this one little thing for me.”

the verbal assault didn’t so much scare you as much as it hurt you, the way he inched forward and his eyes burned down into yours. your back was pushed against the sink harshly and his jaw was clenched, the way his chest was heaving and eyes were tight a sign he wasn’t okay right now.

“how ‘bout you go take a nap and i’ll heat up your bottle for you,” you snap, pushing him backward before turning around and soaking the damn bowl yourself; because if he’d been paying attention too, he’d see you were stressed too.

you both were stressed and annoyed these days and this fight certainly didn’t help anything.

that’s why you’re grateful for when, the next morning, both of you woke up at the same time and met at the sink, fully prepared to clean and hide the bowl away so the fight could finally end.

❥ choi san

you’d heard the boys say a million times that san was scary. that even though he was happy and smiley and cute most of the time, the times he was mad were a horrifying contrast.

but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to believe that, not once seeing the boy raise his voice or get violent. but you’d also never seen him in a fight before, surprising him and the other seven at the company with handfuls of food and soda.

“san, calm down, we’ll get it.”

and the roaring voice you hear respond you almost didn’t recognize, san’s little hands in fists as he pushes at mingi’s much taller figure like there isn’t a good few inches between them. his screams were booming and loud and when you watched him go to mingi again, your shaky voice firmly called his name.

“what?” he snapped, his eyes full of tension and anger as he looked right through you. your eyes widened and felt your heart drop, the way he was looking and talking to you completely unfamiliar.

“what are you doing here?” your eyebrows pull together at his tone, almost accusatory and annoyed, before you hold up the two plastic bags of takeout.

“i knew you guys were working late so i wanted to…” you press your lips together as his dark eyes continue to stare blanklt at you, shaking your head before walking over to the table. “i’ll just leave these here. sorry, guys.”

“y/n, it’s fine, we were just-“ but you can only shake your head and leave, the look on san’s face and the tension in the room suffocating you. you’re not used to that anymore, you’ve been away from fighting and screaming for far too long that now it brings you back to a place you don’t wanna go.

and san had never brouht you there before. he was usually you’re safe place.

but just as you’re about to walk down the stairs to the main level, a slightly clammy hand grabs yours and pulls you into a sweaty chest.

you immediately smell the familiar cologne mixed with sweat and feel san’s face in your neck, his lowly spoken apology still tight and tense; but he couldn’t allow you to walk out thinking he was mad at you, hongjoong giving him a look of disapproval that immediately made him rush out of the room and run after you.

❥ song mingi

yunho had called you in a panic, asking you how much longer until you were due to arrive at the dorm. your eyebrows pulled together in confusion as you told him you were about to walk into the building, just a few seconds later seeing the tall boy standing in the archway of their front door.

but it wasn’t even the drained look on the boy’s face that caught your attention, it was the loud screams coming from inside. the familiar loud screams of mingi, his voice deep and booming in a way you’ve never heard before.

“what’s happening?” you asked yunho, pushing yourself in the doorway to see your boyfriend and hongjoong standing toe to toe in a violent screaming match; you don’t see the boys fight often but you have to imagine this is a pretty bad one, hongjoong’s finger pointing up fearlessly in mingi’s face.

“y/n, i don’t know if you should-“

“he won’t hurt me,” you say adamantly, walking toward mingi confidently. but he doesn’t even hear you, doesn’t even know you’ve arrived, so when he feels an arm try to tug him away, he figures it’s yunho and gives the boy a rough shove.

but it wasn’t a six foot man and instead it was you, a high-pitched squeal leaving your mouth before luckily yunho caught you before you could hurtle toward the floor. and that’s when mingi’s eyes widen and the fighting halts, your eyes staring at him full of fear.

“y/n, baby, when did you get here?”

but you can’t find it in yourself to speak, shaking your head and pushing yourself further back into yunho who welcomes your presence. everyone watches silently as mingi’s tall frame immediately falls, eyes filling with tears before he shoves past hongjoong shortly followed by the slamming of a bedroom door.

the boys try to tell you to wait for him to cool down but after just a few minutes of recovering, you make your way into the room to see mingi curled up on his bed with his head buried in his pillow.

his head snaps up and sees you, tears running down his face as he brokenly apologies. he rushes over to you and hugs you tightly, his shaky, teary voice telling you he thought you were yunho. he thought you were yunho and he would never ever push you or hurt you. he would’ve never done that if he knew it was you.

and while you know that, it was still scary. so you guide him over to the bed and sit him down, softly telling him that while you accept his apology, he has to work on reigning in his temper and being aware of his strength.

❥ jung wooyoung

you knew wooyoung was loud. he was loud almost everyday of his life, at any given hour in any given situation. but what you didn’t realize is that, when wooyoung’s quiet, that’s when you should be concerned.

because when he came in from a late night practice, there was obvious tension in the boy’s appearance. his jaw was tight and his eyes were burning, pushing past you in the kitchen without so much as a hi.

“wooyoung?” you said questioningly but he only shook his head, plopping down on the couch and placing his head in his hands. you don’t know how long he sat there brewing with anger and rage, his leg bouncing and harsh exhales and inhales leaving him.

“wooyoung, you’re scaring me,” you said softly, cautiously making your way over and watching the boy with wide eyes. it felt silly to be scared, because he wasn’t even doing anything, but he was just so obviously not him.

“i’m fine, babe, just please…go in the room, okay? i’ll be in a little.” and despite not wanting to, despite wanting to comfort him and talk to him and offer him some kind of support, you find yourself laying down on the bed and mindlessly watching tv.

you fall asleep at some point and only stir when you feel the bed dip, his arms around your waist and his lowly mumbled apology in your ear making you push back into him.

“we’ll talk tomorrow,” you mumbled, his lips against your head as you nod the last thing you remember before falling asleep.

❥ choi jongho

you knew the second you saw jongho standing outside your apartment that he was pissed. everything about him was rigid and stiff and angry, his dark eyes barely softening upon seeing you.

it was supposed to be your date night but the first thirty minutes of it are proving to be a challenge, the boy barely say a word as you walk to the restaurant a few blocks away.

“jongho, we don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want,” you tell him. but because he’s angry and probably looking for a fight, you’re not all too surprised when he stops walking and snaps his head at you.

“i’m here aren’t i?” he says, voice low and hard to not cause a scene. “so what makes you think i don’t wanna?”

“probably has something to do with the fact you've barely said a word to me.”

but the comment only makes him roll his eyes, the two of you walking in silence before making your way to the restaurant. but before you can even open the door, you shake your head and pull him back.

“i don’t wanna go in there like this, jongho,” you say, your wide eyes looking at him cautiously. “if you wanna reschedule this, we can. but i don’t wanna…i don’t want you to be here if you don’t wanna.”

your words make his heart sink, the sad, scared look in your eyes making him frown and pull you into him. he kisses the top of your head before guiding through the door by the small of your back, finally opening up over the appetizer about what a bad day he had.

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avatoh · 3 years

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I Like You a Latte: Chapter 2

Psych Shassie Coffee Shop AU!

Chapter 2:

(Whole Story On AO3)

“O’Hara, no. Now drop it,” Lassiter said, straightening his tie and sitting down at his desk. “Not going to happen, not in a million years.”

Juliet smiled in the way that Lassiter hated, the way that said she thought she knew something he didn’t. “All I’m saying is, you made a bet and now you have to pay up. You gave your word. It’s actually pretty unlike you, not following through on something.”

Lassiter looked away, down at his desk, anywhere to keep her from seeing that blush that was rising on his cheeks at the thought of going back and facing that snarky little barista with the devilish little smile and the perfect hair, and- no. There was no way he was going back there to make good on a promise that he didn’t even really mean. It was a joke, after all.

Besides, the fact that he got the culprit right was a complete fluke, a guess, and it had nothing to do with whatever that idiot was calling a ‘psychic’ ability.

“I didn’t give my word,” he grumbled. “Anyway, I doubt he even remembers. That guy looked like he was on speed. I should have him drug tested, actually.”

“Oh, Carlton…” She rolled her eyes. “You should really be nicer to people. You’re too...”

“Suspicious? Paranoid? Tell me something I haven’t heard, O’Hara. I’m a detective. Maybe you shouldn’t be so trusting of everyone you meet.” It wasn’t as easy as it sounded, anyway, Lassiter sure found that out the hard way. He pulled a file off the stack on his desk and slammed it down in front of him. He had work to do.

. . .

Back at the Blueberry Beanery, Shawn was just finishing his shift for the day.

“Were you nice to the customers today, Shawn?” asked Gus, his best friend and the owner of the place.

“Exceptionally. I even made a new friend.”

“When you say friend I hope you don’t mean…” Gus trailed off.

Shawn just grinned.

“Please tell me you didn’t charm another customer into a date, Shawn. It’s bad for business.”

“Come on, son. You know I only do that when I know they’ll say yes.”

“Yeah, but then they go on the date with you or you guys hook up and then I lose customers in the aftermath because for some reason I’ve never known you to go past a 1st date with someone.”

“There was that one person in Alaska when I was traveling.”

“Or so you say. And that was only because you were living at his house rent free.”

“Well not rent free, I worked hard for the room and board.”

Gus rolled his eyes. “Can you please cut it out? I’ve already lost two regulars since you started working here.”

“But I’ve gotten you way more regulars than that. I can whip out the charm when I need to.”

“True,” Gus pondered. “Anyway, no more dating customers, Shawn; even if you did make a new friend today. No more.”

“Gotcha,” he said with almost zero conviction. If that detective cop guy came back, he’d certainly see if he could work his patented Shawn magic with him.

. . .

Lassiter stood at the door to the Blueberry Beanery with a new case file in hand and a belly full of dread.

So what if he was craving one of those delicious sugar filled abominations? He wasn’t made of steel. Or without taste buds, for that matter.

Though the prospect of facing that mouthy Barista again wasn’t helping his decision too much. Sure, he’d promised to come back. And sure, no matter how much he could bullshit to O’Hara (who saw right through him) he was a man of his word. So yes, he was going to go inside.

But he wished he wasn’t.

It only took two seconds after walking in the door before someone was screaming his name.

“LASSSIE!” Great, Shawn. “There he is! I knew you’d be back!”

Lassiter scanned the café quickly to find more than a few stares pointed in his direction. He felt his skin crawl.

“Only because I said I would be,” Lassiter replied. He walked up to the counter with his files tucked under his arm, and Shawn's smile grew bigger with each step, finally settling into a full-on teeth-everywhere grin.

“You don’t have to make up excuses, Lassie. I knew you missed me.” He winked. “What’ll you have today? Wait- don’t tell me. How about a surprise, huh? Something special to celebrate you closing your case.”

“How did you,” Lassiter said. “Wait. Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”

“P-s-y-c-h-i-c,” Shawn mouthed in a drawn out fashion as he twirled a pen around in his fingers and looked Lassiter dead in the eye. Lassiter fumed.

“Just make the coffee,” he grumbled.

“You got it, grumpy pants.”

Lassiter sat down as far away as he possibly could from Shawn but unfortunately it was a rather small café. He pulled out the case file and began to read through it. There weren’t really many pressing unsolved cases since the double murder. In fact, he was pretty sure he knew who committed this crime, but it was so fresh he still had to wait for the autopsy. It was an open and shut case.

Within a few minutes of looking, Shawn called out “Lassie!” at the top of his lungs, similar to the last time. Lassiter got up with a resolved sigh and grabbed the drink which tasted slightly different but even better.

“I adjusted the ratios a bit. Usually I’m spot on, but the fact that you wouldn’t admit to liking it means I was a bit off on the preparation so let me know if you like this one better, okay?”

Lassiter grunted as he sat back down to look over the case. Yup. It looked like this one was open and shut, so he sipped at his coffee while he began checking his phone for the day.

The shop actually was a pleasant place to be. The only slightly annoying thing about it was the barista who was pretty chatty with everyone who came in. At least he knew how to keep his voice down with the other guests because Lassiter couldn’t quite make out what Shawn was saying.

Having checked his email, his messages, and solved the case, Lassiter sat in silence as his drink dwindled down. He was enjoying the uninterrupted silence, but perhaps too much. You know why they say about silence— it lulls you just enough not to notice the predator that’s about to pounce.

“So, do you think it was the gardener?”

Lassiter jumped in his skin, ripped from his thoughts, as Shawn leaned over the back of the booth, face far too close to his own. Far, far too close because he could faintly smell the fruity scent of his conditioner and the sweet coffee on his breath.

“Back up, would you?” Lassiter said. “And stop looking at my files.” He swept the papers and photos together into a neater pile to ward off Shawn’s prying eyes. “This is official SPBD information. I could hold you in contempt of the law for willfully reading classified documents.”

Shawn snorted, then leaned closer. “Or how about I hold you in contempt for failure to handle classified information? I don’t know about anyone else in here, but I sure got an eye full of those bad boys before you so meanly put them away. If you ask me, that seems pretty mishandled.”

Lassiter frowned. He’d had enough of Shawn’s snippy comments and half-baked knowledge of the law. “How about you shut your mouth and get me another one of these instead of concerning yourself with how I handle my work?” He rudely slid the empty mug to the end of the table and turned to the side where Shawn is still leaned over, way too close, and raised an eyebrow.

Shawn didn’t seem affected. He never did. “Maybe I should be more concerned with how you could handle me,” he whispered.

This time, it was even worse than the shouting because it was so low and breathy that it sent a shiver down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck rose up, too. Sweet Lady Justice.

“I—” he stuttered. He hated the way it came out of his mouth, so unlike his usually confident demeanor.

Shawn smirked and stood back up, practically bounced over to the end of the table, and picked up his mug before running off. “ANOTHER LASSIE SPECIAL!”

Shawn immediately started making the drink himself as he was the only one working. Lassiter had only been in the little café twice and all he had seen so far was Shawn there; he was beginning to wonder if there were any other employees who worked and when he might come in so he could meet them.

Shawn headed over to Lassiter and gave him his drink. “That’ll be $4.50.”

“On second thought, I think I want my fifty cents back,” Lassiter said plainly from across the shop as Shawn slid the change into the tip jar. It seemed like Shawn’s yelling from across the building was rubbing off on him.

Lassiter handed over a $5 bill and told the annoyingly gorgeous man to keep the change.

“Wowee. Fifty whole cents for solving the case of the year and possibly a second one. Thank you, kind Sir.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Shawn quickly backpedaled.

“I’m giving you business and keeping my word, isn’t that enough. Besides, I didn't ask you to ‘help’ with the second one.”

“Trueee.”

“What’s the deal with this place anyway,” Lassiter asked.

“What do you mean?”

“How did you get stuck working here and how do you get off talking to paying customers like this? I bet you get complaints.”

“Well, I don’t talk to everyone like this, and I’d like you to know it’s been one whole month since I’ve gotten a complaint. You should feel honored, Lassie.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“Why? You’ll complain about me. Remember when I solved that case for you? I’d say I'm going above and beyond the call of duty for this job here. I ought to be promoted.”

“More like fired,” he muttered under his breath. “Make this to go, actually.”

“You got it, Lass-” he stopped, then grinned. “-ieeeeee.”

“I don’t know how anyone stands you.” Lassiter grabbed the paper cup and his belongings then headed straight for his crown vic.

. . .

Lassiter entered the bullpen amongst the chatter of offices and ringing phones, before settling down at his desk and tossing the file into the completed bin. At most, he would have a day or two of petty crimes before another high profile case made its way to his desk, but he didn’t want to wait that long.

Ever eager for a new mystery to solve, he knocked on Chief Vic’s office ready to shake her down for something big.

“Enough, Lassiter,” she said, looking exasperated. “Just take it easy for a day or two, you of all people have earned it.”

“With all due respect, Chief, I didn’t become Santa Barbara’s youngest head detective by ‘taking it easy’. Are there any homicides? High profile robberies? Gang related violence? Come on, Chief.”

“Lassiter,” she said, her voice severe. “Do not come into my office asking me this again. I want you on the Farbaros case and that is the end of that.”

“Chief—”

“Out, detective.”

. . .

Lassiter tried not to slam the door on his way out, but he was never good at controlling his anger. Jules even saw it rolling off of him, judging by the way she scooted away and refused to look at him the moment he got to his desk.

“What have you got on the Farbaros case, O’Hara?” he asked. In reality, it was more of an order than a question. “Bring me up to speed, now.”

“Well... “ she began. “Easy case, really. We’ve already interviewed all the witnesses and the evidence is already pointing in one direction.” She looked up with a sorry look on her face. She of all people knew how antsy he got without something to do. “We have one of the officers already on route to bring him in for questioning. Sorry, partner.”

Lassiter signed. Great. He took a sip of his coffee and pressed his fingers to his temple. He didn’t need a few days off.

There was always paperwork to do at least, so he worked on that for the rest of the day. If there was still no big case to work on the next day, he could always look through some of the older cold cases, which always were fun to do.

The downtime between cases was only fun for a few hours. After completing and filing the necessary paperwork as well as making a few phone calls to get the paperwork and what he needed processed more quickly, Lassiter decided to reward himself with his lunch hour, which he usually took in the comfort of his own desk. Today, just because things were so slow, he decided to leave his sandwich in the fridge for the next day and go somewhere fun for lunch. There was a nice Mexican place that usually took a while to get the food out that would be the perfect distraction for today. He went ahead and called in his order and then began driving over.

After paying for his food, he took it to a nearby park across the street and sat down on one of the public benches. He had gotten himself some freshly made and hot chicken tacos, a treat for himself. The notion of a “treat” was absolutely ridiculous, he realized as he unbagged the food. Perhaps he had been splurging more than usual with all the fancy coffees and now his favorite Mexican place that was a little out of the way. Did he even deserve these so-called treats, as he called them in his mind? He hadn’t even been the one to solve the big case, after all.

What was up with Shawn? Not only had he solved one, but two cases for him in the span of a week, like it was too easy. It wasn’t easy. Lassiter had spent hours upon hours reading and looking over a bunch of information only to have a barista tell him within a short little visit who the perp was. It was ridiculous really.

As if to rub it in his face while he was contemplating the fact that it wasn’t even him who solved the big case, his phone rang: a call from Henry Spencer, his former mentor.

“Hey, Henry, It’s been awhile.”

“It’s nice to hear your voice, rookie,” Henry said jovially through the speakers. “I’m just calling because I wanted to congratulate you on solving the Todd case.”

“Thanks,” Lassiter said. “How are you doing Henry? How’s the retirement treating you this month?”

“Fine, fine. We haven’t been fishing together in awhile. You should never feel shy to reach out. Anyway, besides the congratulations on solving that big case, I was wondering if you’d be free next Friday?”

“Why?”

“I’m thinking of having a barbeque. Just a few guys from the station, nothing too big. You should come by, show the old guys how well I taught ya, huh?”

Lassiter nearly groaned at the prospect of a social gathering, but seeing as though it would all be guys from the station, he figured he would be able to talk shop for most of it. Besides, Henry Spencer was one of the SBPD’s best, the human lie detector, as they called him, and he was proud that he was mentored by him.

“Next Friday...?” he trailed off, knowing full well he had no plans. “Yeah, I could go for a burger. I’ll be there.”

“Great, see you then.”

ch 1 a03

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jiminisnotavirgin · 5 years

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Here with You

Pairing: idol!Min Yoongi | Reader

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: oral, penetrative sex, intercourse, slight exhibitionism, buff Yoongi???, praise kink.

Description: Yoongi’s sad and his body’s in constant pain after bouncing from city to city in the last few months for the group’s biggest world tour yet. Aside from that, he doesn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s rest. You and his members plan a secret visit for you to surprise him in his hotel room after a concert. It’s been months, after all, and the two of you both have... needs that only the other can take care of ;)

Note: I live for soft Yoongi and I imagine he’d be as sweet as this (if not, sweeter!) to his significant other! We also can’t deny that he’d be absolutely delicious in bed, too. In MY OPINION, this is the BEST fic I’ve written up to date! Please tell me what you think :) I appreciate and enjoy each and every comment and response!

ALSO! I’d like to make it clear that the reader ISN’T Korean and I will let you know when they are. However, they are supposed to be speaking Korean to each other which is why I mainly use the word, “Jagi” instead of “Baby.”

Yoongi’s never enjoyed traveling or staying in hotels. For him, they don’t possess the same sense of peace or relaxation that they do for others. The only time he seeks the relief of a temporary hotel bed is after a long concert or flight when his sore bones ache and he can barely keep his eyes open. Even then, he tosses and turns all night, fluffing his pillows and kicking at his sheets until he eventually loses the fight and knocks out. At this point of their world tour, more than halfway through, the guys have noticed that Yoongi rarely leaves his room. They don’t blame him. His snippy attitude and overall mood are products of the group’s constant movement and although it takes a toll on all of them, Yoongi’s always hit the hardest.

His members notified you of this and that’s why you, his secret, longtime partner, decided to come for a surprise visit. Your ultimate goal is to cheer him up and see at least one of his beautiful, gummy smiles. Another reason why he hates traveling is that he has to be away from you and his home.

He’s currently sprawled out on the couch, limbs extended as he wields a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a paper carton in the other. He reaches for another piece of sweet, sesame chicken, unimpressed by the bunny documentary on the TV before a soft knock on the door catches his attention. The sound is light. Anyone else would’ve missed it but Yoongi’s music-producing ears are razor sharp.

“Coming!” he calls out with a mouth full of food. Not caring much for his looks at this time of night, he pulls a cap on over his disheveled hair and slips on his sandals before approaching the front door. He ignores the viewfinder and opens the door with a tug, still chewing the chicken in the back of his mouth without a care in the world. The words leave his mouth before he can catch a glimpse of the person standing on his doorstep. “Jimin, I told you already. I am not giving you any more champagne—“

“Yoongi!”

You still manage to glow, even in the faint light of the hotel hallway. His mouth freezes when his eyes meet yours and his heart beats at his chest excitedly, telling him to wake up! A tiny, polka-dot luggage stands behind you like a guardian and the situation finally makes sense in his brain. When you wrap your arms around him, excitement flutters in his stomach like millions of tiny butterflies. You smile, melting happily into the man you’ve missed for months.

“Jagi?” he whispers, wondering if the gorgeous apparition standing in front of him is only a dream. “I... I can’t believe you came all the way here.”

“Of course, I did!” You smile and Yoongi doesn’t miss the sparkle in your large eyes. The two of you stumble backwards into the entrance of the room before he regains his balance and squeezes you back. He pulls you even closer, smelling your shampoo and feeling the smooth, soft skin of your glowing cheek under the strokes of his thumb. His senses are heightened due to your familiar presence and he couldn’t be more grateful for your spontaneous visit. He needed it, needs you.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he continues with a smile once you pull back to take a look at his face. He twirls a lock of your hair around his long index finger, pure admiration filling his gaze as his other hand grips your waist. You don a yellow sundress with an intricate design of red roses and leaves. The colorful fabric accentuates your figure and the curvy shape Yoongi loves so much. “You look pretty.”

You glance down at your feet shyly, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks as you clutch the sides of your dress. “Thank you. I almost didn’t buy the dress since it’s a little small.”

“I’m glad you did.” His large hand envelops yours before he laces your fingers together and leads you to the couch in the sitting area of the large hotel room. His metal rings feel cold against your skin but you have no desire to release his hand. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Yoooongi, ssssssstop,” you whine but he raises his hands in the air defensively, palms flat and arms up, a look of pure innocence on his handsome face. Your eyes dart to his broad shoulders and the way his arm muscles slightly flex with each of his movements. Has he been working out?

“How do you still get so flustered whenever I compliment you?”

Yoongi is an organized individual so it doesn’t surprise you that his room follows suit, from his shoes by the front door to his made-up bed. The one thing you notice is his dinner set up of takeout Chinese food on the coffee table, however, it isn’t the slight mess that causes your heart to sink in your chest.

“Have you been eating well? All the fried food at this table is concerning,” you admit hesitantly. It isn’t only today’s dinner on the coffee table but other nights’ as well.

“My body’s used to it by now. Liquid junk food probably flows through my veins along with airplane cookies and coffee.”

“That’s gotta be bad for your stomach.” You frown, concern filling your pretty features. He sounds impressed with himself and it’s freaking you out just the slightest bit. He wishes to kiss away the fear written on your face.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.”

“Yoongi, you could lose a foot and you’d tell me not to worry about it.”

“Hey, hey, at least I’ve been drinking only water these past few months, that’s gotta count for something, right? Replacing all the water in my system?”

“I just wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself even if it’s hard because of touring. I really do worry about you, Yoongi. Sorry if I’m being annoying.”

“You’re not annoying. I’m grateful because you actually care about my wellbeing aside from all the idol stuff unlike everyone else.” The two of you settle into the couch as he drapes his arm over your shoulder. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry. I’m not even thinking about food right now.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You. And sleeping next to you later. I think I took cuddling for granted.”

“Yoongi, that is uncharacteristically cheesy.”

“Well, it’s your fault. I’m excited that you’re here and now I don’t know how to express it other than cracking dad jokes like Seokjin.”

“Please, keep the cheesy jokes rolling, then. I love them but I love you more.” Your lips lightly graze his and he melts into the kiss as you arch your back and press your chest against his. Unlike before he left on tour, you’re met with a hard, sculpted chest and you draw back, holding your hands against his chest as you formulate your curiosity into a question. Yoongi interprets your actions as a recoil but you assure him that you still want him close. “Yoongi, don’t take this the wrong way but you feel... different. Have you been working out?”

“Yeah, actually. Does it look weird?” His palm grazes the back of his neck awkwardly. “I started a few months ago. The stylists want me to stop because it’s harder to pick out clothes if my size keeps changing but it helps me sleep better at night. I’ve been meaning to show you on one of our video calls.”

Once again, your eyes drift from his face to the muscular bulge of his arm. You can’t control your tongue as you lick your bottom lip. Your dry throat clenches for something—anything—to eliminate the empty feeling in your mouth. Suddenly, you’re thirsty for another mouth-filling liquid only he can give. Damn. “I love all of your different forms and shapes and sizes because I love you but—“

“But?”

“But,” you continue as you lower your gaze, your long lashes accentuating the sudden lust oozing from your dark brown eyes, “you look really fucking good. Like, I-wanna-go-down-on-you-right-now kind of good.”

“W-What?” he sputters, caught off guard by your sudden use of obscenities. Your dirty mouth causes his cock to twitch like it has a mind of its own, straining uncomfortably against his tight black jeans. “You can’t just say that.”

“Why not? Getting a little flustered?” You flash a mischievous grin as you hop off the couch, settling yourself between his spread knees. The sight of you on the ground for him, hands roaming the expanse of his legs and the hidden space where they meet, ignites a flame of desire in the pit of his stomach, a tiny flicker that you have no intention of putting out.

“Don’t tease.” He swallows, squirming desperately as he feels your nails lightly scrape his inner thighs. “God, you don’t know what you do to me.”

“But I do,” you hum, hands settling on the silver buckle of his belt. You slip your fingers through, gradually weaving his leather belt until it’s completely off of his waist. The heavy metal dangles from your hand, jingling before you sling it over the couch arm with a loud clunk. “I know that you’ll do anything to get my mouth wrapped around your pretty cock, won’t you?”

“I can’t take it when you talk like that. You’re gonna kill me, I swear,” he groans. You undo his zipper and button, encouraging him to raise his hips so you can tug his pants down to his ankles.

“I’ll go down on you but I have one rule.”

“Tell me.”

“You can only cum when I tell you to.”

He hesitates. “I can’t—“

“Try. Practice the self-control we both know you have.” You nudge your pointer finger against his chest.

You’re proud to have Yoongi in your life, proud to have him as the one man who brings you pleasure in all forms. You’re the only one who gets to see him this way—hot and bothered and vulnerable, desperate for your touch—and you take pride in that. He’s a hardworking, dedicated, and determined man and he’s the same way in bed.

He lets out a low hiss when you free his cock from the constrains of his jeans and he feels you blow lightly. Your eyes remain glued on the creamy, white liquid coating the plump tip of his length. What he lacks in length, he makes up in his thick girth. He barely fits between your tiny hands but you pump him slowly, lathering him up in his own salty juices. The arousal lining your damp panties clings to the side of your thigh, threatening to drip down your leg. “I’m so wet just from looking at you.”

“Let me touch—oh, fuck.” He throws his head back in surprise, eyes flickering closed as he feels the sudden pressure of your tongue against his tip. Tingles radiate across his body from where your mouth meets his dick and in this moment, he’s grateful for the sexy, angelic vixen that you are and the way you force him to relinquish control in the pursuit of release.

It’s been months. Although you’ve touched yourself and imagined your fingers were his, your fantasies are never fully accurate when it comes to his impressive and gorgeous anatomy. Nothing is as great as when he’s struggling not to thrust into your mouth.

Your mouth envelops him eagerly, your tongue lapping saliva and precum around his soft, veiny skin. You moan around him, causing vibrations to shoot straight up his toned, clenching pelvis. Sweat builds on his forehead as the ends of his dark hair begin to cover his eyes.

“You have to stop or I’m—“

“Don’t forget my rule.” You slip your lips off of him with a loud pop, ignoring the unappealing glob of saliva dripping down from the side of your mouth. Your facial expression is innocent despite the naughty nature of your current act and Yoongi couldn’t be more aroused. His cock lands on his pelvis with a loud, messy slap.

He stands, motioning for you to take his place on the couch but you swiftly shake your head. “Your turn, jagi.”

“Not now, I can’t wait. I want you.”

“Impatient girl.” He can see the hunger in your eyes but there’s hesitance swimming in his. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, trust me, I am all warmed up down there.” Although he’s seeking to pleasure you, he thinks of your comfort first, always aiming to stretch you out and make sure you’re fully lubricated before doing anything with you down there.

“I’ll be back for a taste later and that’s a promise. Now, where do you want me, jagi? I’m all yours.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, guiding him backwards to the bed. He grasps the back of your neck and tilts his head to the side, slipping in his tongue to create an even deeper bond between the two of you. His wet muscle clashes against yours as his other hand delicately fiddles with the loose spaghetti strap of your dress. He breaks for a moment, lips puffy and eyes heavy with lust before helping you peel off your dress in one smooth swoop.

The air in his body suddenly escapes his lungs when he looks at you, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. The moonlight glistens over your sweaty skin, highlighting your curves and shape. You used to be so shy in front of him but now you stand confidently, hands resting neatly over your hips like the art that you are. “I’m so in love with you. How did you find me?” he murmurs in admiration, happily giving into the spell your body casts on him. He isn’t asking about tonight; he’s asking about this lifetime, how the stars aligned your paths on the fateful day you met.

A loud thud from across the hotel room interrupts his sweet reverie like the chime of a bell striking midnight. Yoongi’s head shoots in the direction of the front door before he whispers a quiet, “I’ll be right back.”

He drags himself to the door, adjusting his long t-shirt over his boxers to cover the raging hard-on he’s got hidden underneath.

“Hyung!” slurs a voice from the other side with a few lazy bangs on the door. Yoongi sighs, rubbing his tired temple as he tries to gather his remaining patience. He barely opens the door in the hopes of somehow steering Jimin away but the younger’s face is merely inches away from the lock. His eyes are red with exhaustion, cheeks pink with intoxication. No one can drink like Jimin and be perfectly stable the next day.

“It’s late. What do you need? I’m really busy right now.”

“You’re always busy, Yoongi! I can’t find my room key. It was in my pocket before and now it’s not.”

“Did you ask Jungk—“

“Jungkook doesn’t have it, either!”

“Lower your voice.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

“So you decided to come bother me. Are you sure you looked in all of your pockets? Thoroughly?”

The younger rolls his eyes before frantically patting the back of his skin-tight jeans with his palms. “Ye—“ His eyes go wide as saucers when he whips out the plastic card from his front pocket. “Hyung, you’re the best.”

“I know,” he answers quickly before glancing back at you in bed, thin sheet tucked tightly up to your chin. “Is that all?”

Jimin’s brows knit together curiously as he tries to look over Yoongi’s blocking shoulder. “Wait, is she here alread—”

“Goodnight.”

With a slam, Yoongi makes his way back to you, crawling over your figure as his face aligns with your neck. You giggle when he tickles the length of your throat with the tip of his nose, sniffing and kissing messily.

“I feel like a teenager or something, hiding like this.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs. “Jimin lost his room key for the third time this month. Can you believe that? The only time he’s not a complete mess is when he’s dancing and even then he’s the biggest klutz in the room behind Namjoon.”

“You don’t think he heard us, right?”

“Probably not.”

“Hmm.”

“Well, you sound disappointed. Did you want him to hear us?”

“No, that’s ridiculous,” you insist nervously, trying to assure him that you’re not entertained by the idea of being caught or listened to while fucking.

“You’re such a bad liar.”

“I’m gonna go hide under a rock now and never come out. Ever.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s good when you tell me what you really want; it helps me better understand how to pleasure you. We all have desires.” If you were a puzzle, Yoongi would know you forwards, backward, and back around if it was possible. “We’ve been dating for years and you still manage to blow my mind away.”

“Yoongi!”

“There you go again. I can’t win with you.”

“You can’t win but I’ll battle it out with you forever.”

There goes that word: forever. It sends some running for the hills but for you two, it’s the only way to express how much you love each other. Forever is an eternity. The thought of you, the greatest woman in the world, wanting to spend the rest of your days with him gives him enough confidence to do anything.

“You ready?” he asks you sweetly, aligning himself with your entrance as he pushes a stray hair away from your forehead. You hold your panty to the side, nodding and swiveling your hips as an invite. His hard tip prods at the soft skin of your lips and the anticipation is enough to set your skin on fire. “You’re so warm,” he groans, sliding another inch inside of you.

Your silky walls envelop him, welcoming him with tight clenches and liquid heat. You can feel every ridge and bump of his dick and just when you think he’s bottomed out completely, he continues to work himself into you. “Wow, it’s been a really long time.”

He pauses. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, keep going.” His hot breath fans over your face and you can smell the remnants of his minty toothpaste. “Your breath smells so goo—ugh!”

With a creamy slap and a loud groan, his pelvis hits yours. The pressure of his thick cock pushing against your cervix is heavy but he waits for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the sensation. “Damn, Yoongi, did your dick grow while you were out, too?”

“Clearly, you’ve forgotten what it feels like when I fuck you so let me give you a reminder.” He slowly guides himself out of you only to ram back in, full force until you’re completely full once again. He does this a few times and you begin to moan as each of his thrusts glides in smoother than the last, creating a slippery rhythm of pressure and pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan, body jostling as he rocks himself into you. Your round breasts bounce with his movements, tempting him to massage each supple mound. Your hard, neglected nipples prick against the palm of his hand, reminding him of their presence.

“You’re so good to me,” he answers before you share a wet kiss. “I don’t deserve you.”

“I love you.” Although you feel him plunged deep inside, it’s not enough. You hold onto his broad shoulder, gazing at him with desire. “Harder.”

Your request isn’t one he wants to ignore so with a light slap of your thigh, he motions for you to flip over. “Turn around.”

With one hand tightly grasping your lower back for balance, he uses the other to guide his cock against your slit, rubbing up and down until he settles on sliding against your puffy clit. He groans as he slips inside of you again but this time, he massages your pearl between his index and middle fingers, rolling and drawing circles around the tender organ until he hears your breathing become more erratic. You grind over his fingers to create friction before you find yourself fucking him as he stands still behind you.

“Do you like that?” you ask.

“Yes—ugh—keep fucking yourself on me.” He moans, placing his hands on the back of his own hips to give you full control of thrusting. “I bet you wish they were watching.”

“Who?”

“Jimin. The staff. The guys. All of them.”

You clench around him.

He continues, “Hell, even ARMY. Imagine how angry and surprised they’d be when they realize I have a girlfriend and that we have sex.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper weakly, giving into the obscene ideas leaving his mouth. The possessive nature of his words arouses you more than you’d like to admit. “Don’t joke around about that, it’s dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why you like it. Admit it.”

Suddenly, he’s whipped around until his wrists remain bound against the bed, your body hovering over his in a determined crouch. You lick your lips, satisfied with his surprised reaction. “Stop now before you get yourself in trouble.”

He has the nerve to lick his lips before he cracks a mischievous, gummy smile. “What are you going to do about it?”

Your lips crash against his, teeth clashing and tongues tangling as your bodies passionately intertwine. He chuckles into your sweet mouth and you try to kiss away any remaining bits of his charming attitude. The two of you begin to rock slowly, with his length still stroking inside of you and perusing your wet walls. His fingers tickle your clit once again and you become aware of the stirrings low in your stomach.

You stifle a particularly loud moan as his tip strokes that small, spongey patch along the inside of your entrance exactly the right way, back and forth and over again. “I-I’m close,” you manage and Yoongi takes your statement as a request.

“You can cum, baby. Take your time. I’ve got you,” he coos, soothing your anxious limbs that are desperate for release. “Let me see. Show me how you—oh, fuck, there it is. You’re squeezing me so tight, fuck. You’re so beautiful.”

He helps you ride your wave of euphoria as it quickly crashes over your body without warning. Tiny sparks of pleasure emit from your pelvic area like shocks of electricity, triggering a spasm of kicks starting from your calves. You clutch onto him tightly, using his shoulders like an anchor to work you through the rest of your orgasm.

His follows soon after yours. In a matter of minutes, he’s sputtering and groaning like a babbling mess, spilling his seed onto your entrance and stomach in thick, white ropes. You stick your finger into his juices and clean it with a quick swipe it with your tongue.

He smiles shyly as his pale cheeks turn pink, slightly embarrassed at your open and eager display for his cum. He pads to the bathroom and returns with a small towel to clean you off.

“You’re so gentle,” you remark, admiring the way he softly rubs at your skin.

“These towels are rough,” he answers absentmindedly, too focused on making sure your body is practically sparkling clean. He folds the towel and tosses it into the bathroom before slipping on his black boxers once again. You reach for your discarded panties using your toes, too tired and lazy to leave his plush bed. All he does is complain about hotel beds but this one couldn’t be any cozier.

You tug the sheets over your waist and fluff the seemingly-unused pillow on the left side of the bed. Is it too much of a stretch to believe he doesn’t sleep on that side since it’s usually yours when you sleep together at home? Probably.

“Go turn off the TV and come cuddle. I’m sleepy,” you mumble as half of your vision is suddenly covered with your tired and heavy eyelids.

When he locks the door, turns off the lights, and hops into bed beside you, he can faintly hear the beginnings of your light snores. He settles behind you, tucking his arm over your waist before you nestle into his chest.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi drifts to sleep with a smile on his face. There’s no pain in his back and the pillows and blankets work together tonight to keep him warm, comfortable, and safe as he dreams that you visited and laid there beside him. He wakes up only once to make sure that his dreams are a reality and sure enough, there you are, legs curled up and body angled into his. He sleeps for the rest of the night in peace, not a single sound or thought to interrupt him as he makes up for the lost rest time he’s needed for months.

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competition (m)

gif credit to the rightful owner @t-heia

Summary: When an unhealthy competition goes one step too far, you have to bear the consequences. Even if it means detention with your nemesis – Lee Taeyong. (requested)

Member: Lee Taeyong (NCT)

Warning: Light Swearing, Making Out

Additional Tags: Straight-A-Student!Taeyong, Enemies To Lovers, Quaterback!Taeyong, Multilingual!Reader, Female!Reader, High School AU

Words: 3400

“Who wants to start?” Your headmaster’s voice sounds stern, but you can see the exhaustion in is face as an agitated hand brushes through his grey hair.

“Maybe the one, who actually started it?”, your opponent replies, and you give him the evil eye.

“Maybe the one, provoking the other to start?”

Taeyong huffs and shakes his head, leaning back in his seat.

“Provocation only works when one is not focused enough.” You face your classmate with sheer disbelieve in your eyes.

“Not focused enough? I was killing it.” He leans further back in his chair, seemingly unfastened by your outburst.

“And then you tried killing me.” Taeyong’s answer is accompanied by him casually crossing his arms over his chest.

A quick laugh escapes you. “Oh, nobody has ever died from chalk in th-”

“ENOUGH” Now you just hear exhaustion in Mr. Kim’s voice as he stands up to walk around his oak desk and leans against it, eliminating the barrier between the three of you. He grabs the piece of paper, which your math teacher wrote, from his desk to read out loud:

“Y/N and Taeyong displayed poor social behaviour in class today. Y/N tried to finish a difficult equation on the board. As she faltered, Taeyong made a snarky comment. Y/N then threw the chalk stick directly at her classmate, hitting him just below the eye. Please, Mr. Kim, chose a punishment suited for both of them.”

Mr. Kim stops the report and looks at you two, letting an uncomfortable silence hang in the air.

“Anything to add, Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Lee?”

You are not the biggest fan of Mrs. Oh, your math teacher, but her recount is actually spot on.

“No, Sir.”, Taeyong says, agreeing with you.

“Let’s be clear here”, your headmaster begins and breathes deeply to calm himself enough to lecture two sixteen-year olds, that clearly should know better. Especially because even if Taeyong and you both had to share your braincells, you’d still be thrice as smart as Mr. Kim.

“Your impressive accomplishments do not give you permission to act like… like…” The old man is awkwardly waving between you two. “…this.”

This is a steady competition and it makes you go slightly insane. You joined this school last October, only giving you a year to complete high school at the top of your class. Not only did you have to integrate into a whole new social peer group – it did not go well – no, you had to leave your old friends and your safe first place 234 miles away.

So not only were you extremely pissed at your parents for shifting branches in their firm, you were also extremely determined to make it to the top of this class, walking away from this hell with a fuck-you-all smile, the best internship and a guaranteed scholarship. The only problem with your master plan, there already was a person at first place.

Lee Taeyong. Class president. Leading Quarterback. Math genius. Hottest male in a 40-mile radius. Seriously, how god could be this generous, you’d never understand. When his personality clearly doesn’t deserve it. Taeyong is always helpful, never signalling the student body that their opinions weren’t relevant. He always has a smile on his face, always bending down to get on eye level with others. And you hate that. You hate that fake smile, the fake empathy and most of all you hate the fact that you would have done exactly the same thing, when you’d been there first.

But nobody wants an Angelina Jolie, when one can have a Jennifer Aniston. So, you tried to establish your own role in this school. You became the president of the debate team, excelled at every single language course – easy considering you are fluent in four languages – and took your running abilities to good use by leading and organizing a track club for visually impaired students.

After a few months you climbed up the ranking, landing at the top at the end of the second trimester. Only problem? Taeyong didn’t leave. So now, at the start of the final trimester the first spot is occupied by two persons, making it the first time in the history of this school that that happened. Leaving you both extremely agitated with a high tension hanging around you.

“It won’t happen again.”, you try to reassure the headmaster and hear a throaty chuckle from next to you.

“Why? Are you gonna try to actually comprehend math?”

“You.. You orgueilleux âne!”, you exclaim while switching to French, so neither Mr. Kim nor Taeyong can follow you.

“DETENTION! BOTH OF YOU!” Okay, Mr. Kim has lost his cool. His face is bright read as he looks between you two.

“You’ll clean the kitchen after school, until it is as clean as your records.”

There could have been worse punishments. Although spending extra time with Taeyong isn’t the best way to end a school day, nobody said anything about interacting with one another.

You both stand up and reluctantly, after bowing to your headmaster, leave the office together.

“I cannot believe you ruined my afternoon.”, Taeyong mutters next to you, loud enough for your ears to hear.

“Hey, dimwit, this isn’t exactly what I’d call an afternoon well spend as well.”, you answer while bumping your shoulder against his frame in defence.

“But it sure is better than tainting my record.”, you add.

His amused chuckle travels directly to your stomach – making you feel more excited than annoyed.

“You’re right.”

Wait, did Taeyong just agree with you? You stand still and look at the back of the handsome top student you want under you so bad, your mind is going mad.

“W-what th- the hell?”, you whisper in disbelieve. Never in the history of mankind has Taeyong ever agreed with anything you said. Not even when you were in the same debate team.

But Taeyong doesn’t look back, he just walks directly into your classroom without noticing your absence. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. As long as he and his ego are present, he’s okay with leaving others behind.

You decide that the last ten minutes of math class are not worth participating and you make your way to the kitchen. Do you like your punishment? No. But you sure as hell will bear it with dignity.

***

“So we’ll just have to wash the floor, polish the countertop, stock the vegetables arriving at 4 pm and clean the soda machine?”, you repeat while starring at the lunch lady with interest. She must have been briefed by Mr. Kim because she wasn’t surprised when you visited her and asked about the procedure.

“Yes, honey. That would be all. After that you just have to lock everything up and leave the key with Mr. Kim.”, she agrees, looking at you fondly.

You are always nice to the staff at this school, which can’t be said about all the students, making you one of the favourites of the janitor, lunch and cleaning personal.

You nod in understanding and hear the school bell ringing – signalling the five-minute break before your last class.

“I’ve got to leave, but thanks for the instructions!”, you say in a haste and are just in the motion of turning around, when she says: “I sure hope this helps the both of you.”

You freeze. “What?”

The old lady has a dreamy smile on her face.

“I can’t say I was surprised, after hearing that it was you and Mr. Lee who were causing trouble.”

You still don’t understand her, raising one eyebrow in confusion.

“All this longing isn’t healthy for teenagers.”, she explains and winks at you.

“Lon-long-ging?”, you stutter, earning a silent laugh form the lunch lady.

“You can’t fool me, honey. All the stolen glances in the lunch line? The constant nagging? Your flushed cheeks whenever this boy speaks?”

You cough on your own spit. You and Taeyong longing for each other? Was this woman for real? Your cheeks flush in anger every time this … this oaf voices his opinion.

And the few times your gazes meet during lunch? Keep an eye on your enemy, that’s all. Of course, Taeyong is attractive, but can this make you forget his ugly competitive persona? No way.

“Yo-ou are … mistaken.” The disagreement tints your voice making it unbelievably hard.

But before you can start defending yourself the second bell rings, making you officially late for the track session.

“Damn”, you mutter and bow deeply, before running towards the changing room and leaving all your unhealthy thoughts of Taeyong with the lunch lady.

***

“I cannot see you scrubbing the kitchen with Mr. Too-Perfect. I really can’t.”, Yukhei breaths heavy, while taking to you.

You both are running as a tandem around the football field – having a clear view on the football team practice.

“Yuk- you can’t see in general.”, you snort and up the tempo, animating your blind friend to keep up with you.

“Oh Y/N, with your thorough description”, he teases, “I have a clear visual of the school president.”

One time. It was one damn time, after a track race, that you lost disgracefully. You drank too many cheap beers and started describing Taeyong’s body to your new blind friend. One monologue Yukhei hasn’t let you forget.

“Just … because he’s handsome, does-n’t m…ean he can’t clean.”, you answer, but you are too strained to make your voice sound as snippy as you want to. If Yuk can still make fun of you, you are going too slow. So again, you make your feet move faster, earning a groan from your track partner and a dull pain from your muscles.

You sweat terribly but running makes you feel deliciously alive. And you crave that. So you don’t care.

And you sure as hell don’t care that a certain quarterback hasn’t let you out of his eyes.

***

Your hair is still wet from the shower you took as your tired legs drag you into the now empty kitchen. The key rests on the counter and you see that the lunch lady has already moved all the cleaning supplies into plain view for you to use.

You feel bone tired but that doesn’t matter to Mr. Kim. With a defeated sigh you move towards the mop, recognizing the bright yellow floor cleaner from home. Before you can start to mix the water with the chemical, you hear Taeyong enter the kitchen.

“Where do you want me?”, he greets and sounds as tired as you feel. You don’t know if he is trying to be indecent. But one glance at his tired features make you think he’s genuinely waiting for supervision. So you decide to play nice.

“You can start with the counters. There should be some rags at the sink.”, you explain and start cleaning the floor with tardy motions.

There is a comfortable silence for the next minutes, both of you exhausted from the physical activities of your last classes.

Taeyong breaks this silence first.

“You ready for your track meet this weekend?”

The question sounds so earnest, you nearly loose the grip on the mop.

“W-hat?”

His eyes rest on your face. Taeyong showered as well, leaving his hair wetly pinned on his forehead. His cloths cling to his damp body, the outline of his abs clearly visible. You swallow uncomfortably.

“The track meet? This weekend?”, he tries again, slowing his words down.

“Sure”, you answer with flushed cheeks.

“How about … your game?”, you reply with the semi-final this Sunday in mind.

His answering smirk is so gorgeous you have to focus your eyes back on the wet floor.

“When have we ever lost?”

His cockiness is so unattractive you snort loudly.

“27th of May this year.” Your mop moves lazily around the floor. “– devastatingly”

“I wasn’t even there for that game, Y/N.”, Taeyong defends himself and you can formally taste his hurt pride in the words. It makes you giddy.

“Doesn’t matter captain – your team”, you point at him with the mop in hand, “your loss.”

Taeyong throws the rag in the sink with an angry huff.

“What about the 14th of April? Hmm Y/N?”, he responds and moves closer to you, taking the mop out of your grip.

14th of April. Not a good day. A terrible loss against your rivals. Leading to the infamous beer-fuelled adoration of Taeyong in front of your teammates. Not a good day at all.

“I never claimed my team was perfect.”, you spit and take an uncharacteristic step towards Taeyong, invading his personal space.

He inspects you with a flaming gaze.

“Why can’t we have one normal conversation?”, he sighs.

“Without verbally degrading the other?”, you add and notice his smell. The scent of citrus overshadows his normal wood-ish smell. And you hate that you notice this just as much as you hate how fast your heart is racing.

“Yeah”

“Impossible”

“Why?”

Because you have something that I want. And hating you is the only option to overthrow you.

“Because”, you answer, swallowing your inner thoughts.

Taeyong laughs softly.

“That is a weak argument coming from the debate champion.

The tension is thick in the air as the two of you glare at each other. An uncomfortable vibration surrounds you, making it impossible to organize your thoughts. Then there is sudden movement – Taeyong throws the mop on the floor, takes the last step towards you before attacking your lips.

“Wha-…”, A surprised moan escapes your lips as your arms circle around his thick neck searching for support against his attack.

His lips move deliciously aggressive against your own, parting them impatiently so his tongue can dominate your mouth.

“Mhm” The groan that leaves his lungs vibrates through is body and travels across your bodies. There is no space left so tight you are pressing against him. Your fingers find their way into his still damp hair, clawing at his scalp in desperation, needing to be closer. Taeyong’s mouth is hot and wet and delicious and you involuntarily start to suck on his tongue which earns yourself a throaty growl from your partner.

His hands move agitated around your hips, gaining momentum to lift you up on the counter without breaking the kiss. You try to breathe through your nose as the steel surface surprises your overheated body.

Taeyong’s lips leave your mouth dragging a thread of spit with them. If one of your braincells would be working right now, you’re sure you’d be disgusted. But in this moment, all you can feel is deep want as you moan through your bruised lips. His mouth doesn’t leave your body for long, dragging wetness slowly down your neck.

“Oh- shit.”

He lightly bites the sensitive spot where your neck meets your shoulder and you whimper, earing yourself a throaty chuckle from your partner. In reflex, you buckle your heat against the hardness of his middle. The chuckle is silenced as you feel his restrained dick against your core.

“Damn, woman.”, Taeyong mutters and claims your mouth again with new found urgency. You feel like flames are licking at every covered skin of your body and you start to move against him to relieve some of the tension. Your hands leave his fisted hair to trail against his back, scratching against his t-shirt, wanting nothing more than to claw it into pieces.

His hands rest steely against your mid, aiding the movement of your hips. Your heart beats merciless, while your brain has officially resigned. Daring fingers slip under his shirt to feel Taeyong’s tensed abs.

“Uh-m”

It feels like ice cold water is injected into your veins as an unknown sound pierces through your tense moment. With inhumane speed the both of you still, before entangling your heated limps from the tight embrace.

Red is colouring your cheeks as your eyes move to the intruder.

The older man looks as if you were practicing dark magic in front of him, his incredulous eyes wider than you have ever seen them. Thousand thoughts rush around your brain which decided to start functioning again.

You kissed. You kissed him. And by the way of Mr. Kim’s heated face, you also kissed your credibility goodbye.

“The vegetable supplier is waiting for you.”, your headmaster says with bewilderment in his voice, not commenting on the scene he walked in on moments ago.

You didn’t know your blush could get any worse, but here you are, more the colour of the tomato that you were sent to stock than the taint of an actual human.

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“You a-re as dump as yo-you are hot.”, you whimper as Taeyong’s tongue moves in wet circles around your shoulder blade. His hot breath fans around your exposed skin and you shiver, goosebumps cover your skin.

“Hear me out, Y/N.”, your nemesis begs.

“Eat me out, ass.”, you moan against the wall in front of you feeling Taeyong’s smile behind you. He has caged you against the wall of your chemistry lab. The class ended ten minutes ago, making you late again to your track session. A pattern your blind best friend is used to by now.

“I’m always so blown away by your debating skills.”, Taeyong scolds while cupping one of your breasts in a demeaning manner.

“Yo-…you’re blown away by my blowing skills a-ass-… well.”, you respond in a snippy tone, which dies in your throat due to your partner pressing you flushed against the cold wall. His hand on your breast soften the blow, but the cold of the stone is such a stark contrast to the hot breath on your neck that you shiver in content.

“Come on, why can’t we help each other out?”, he starts again. “We both want the scholarship, we both want the first place, we both want to fuck.”

His list is so true, you want to tattoo it on your skin. Hormones are the worst. And something you hadn’t prepared for. But could have anything prepared you for the force of Taeyong?

“How?”, you ask in defeat moving your head to the side to give him more access to your neck.

The victory is colouring Taeyong’s voice as he explains: “We’re both first place now.” A kiss is placed on your ear. “We’ll keep it that way.” Another one lands on your scalp. “They’ll have no choice but to gift us both with scholarships.”

Why does this plan sound so easy? A dark suspicion clouds your head and you turn around facing him for the first time during your conversation. Taeyong’s eyes betray his arousal; they are as black as your shirt.

Your gaze lingers on his flushed cheeks, moves to his prominent Adam’s apple, before resting on the faint hickey you left on his neck last weekend after his phenomenal semi-final. It was the first time since transferring to this school that you attended his game. And seeing him sweat, hustle and win made you regret every unattended game.

You try to focus again, abandoning all thoughts of heated making outs in the changing room, sloppy hand jobs in his car and the one eating out session after your aced oral presentation in French class.

Taeyong’s plan has to have a catch. Perfect things always have.

“Why should I trust you?”, you ask, already your mind is running a dozen of scenarios where this boy scores one single point more than you, making you the laughing stock of the whole student body.

“When have I ever lied to you?”

He has a point. Even though the school president sometimes placates others with half-truths, he has never been more than unflatteringly honest with you.

“I want a fucking contract.”, you say stubbornly, refusing to let his words get to you. Taeyong laughs loudly into your stony face.

“You really would be the kind of senior student to sue fucking classmate for deceiving you.”

“You bet your ass.”, you admit and cup his semi-hard cock over his jeans in a threatening grip. That shuts him up instantly.

“Girl, as long as you own my dick, I’ll sign your contract in blood.”, he moans, and you smile in victory.

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A/N Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed this OS! I had this request in my inbox for so long, I’m a bit ashamed that it took this much time to finish this. I was debating the end of this fic for so long, it gave me a real headache. Thanks to the anon for requesting this! I hope you’re all doing well and are ready for the upcoming week! All the love, Dana

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hiatuswhore · 6 years

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Too Late

SUMMARY: Surviving the apocalypse all these years was difficult for you. Finding a family in a group of complete strangers. Learning hard lessons very young, very quickly. Not everything lesson comes easy.

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

Since Atlanta, you had been through it all and lost it all with the group. For you, it was your Mom, Dad, and two older brothers who made it. First, you lost your brothers on the farm then your mother during your travels. Lastly, you lost your father in the prison.

“Glenn my-my-” You stutter as your eyes welled up and an ache like no other took over. Glenn pulled you into a hug not knowing what to say. You had just witnessed your dad get taken down by walkers. The weight of your body overwhelms your legs, Glenn could see the hollow look in your eyes, “Just leave me I can’t do this anymore not again. I can’t.”

“No, no, no you listen to me okay I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. Alright, do you hear me?” Glenn said, his eyes wide as they carried an optimism you could not quite grasp. His gaze contrasted your own despondent stare.

“Please Glenn everyone I love and everyone who loved me is dead I have nothing,” You explained with your hands trembling.

“That’s where you’re wrong (Y/n) because I love you like a little sister. Remember little bit the whole group loves you,” Glenn said lifting you up—you did not protest, only tucked your head down and listened to the distant growls of walkers, “This is not over I’m not leaving you here.”

Time brought new experiences and created different versions of yourself. No longer the innocent survivor at the sight of constant bloodshed, endless death. Being the sole survivor out of your family brought an edge to you. Your smiles no longer reached your eyes, putting a walker down become more personal, more violent. You without a doubt succumbed to a quiet boiling anger. An anger that manifested itself in snippy comments and cold stares.

Even in your darkest hour, no one gave up on you. Old wounds were healing and the weight on your heart felt a little lighter. One day at a time. Before you knew it, you found a lost yourself. A happy piece, a hopeful survivor. For a time it was all worth it, living somewhat normal was worth it.

Glenn and Maggie were constants in being there for you. You knew without a doubt they would be amazing parents. It was Maggie who first caught on to the evolving friendship between yourself and Carl. Neither you experienced crushes and dating in a normal setting. Just two people surviving together. It seemed easy outside of Alexandria’s walls, constant reminders that the next was not promised. As your friendship strained in Alexandria you wondered if that is what made you both work. Both of you found yourselves bickering over trivial things, no longer plagued by the fear of the other dying. There was a brief period after he was shot that the two of you were in sync again. His quick recovery came with the return of petty arguments. Neither of you could understand how or why the fights would happen but Glenn did.

“What are you up to little bit,” Glenn joked coming into what you had established as your room. Sitting looking out of the window you were upset, once again isolating yourself. This was different though you were no longer a kid.

“Nothing,” You said, not looking up from the window. Glenn already knew everything and you found it annoying when he would ask you anyway.

“Look I won’t pretend like I don’t know what’s going on because I do and-” Glenn sighs as you start looking toward him. Your eyes misty as you blink consistently to avoid tears.

“You really don’t and I really don’t want to talk about this Glenn,” You scoff coldly glaring out of the window.

“Actually I do I know you and Carl haven’t been getting along lately,” Glenn said calmly but you keep your eyes trained on glaring out of the window.

“So what? That is all you know now please leave it alone,” You beg, leaning your head on the wall you clear throat as a lump coal sat at the very top.

“I know it’s because of Enid look I get it you’re scared to lose him. Not to walkers but to someone else and that can be scary. I just want you to know it’s okay to be afraid,” Glenn said. At the sound of her name your body tenses. You hope Glenn did not notice your reaction and keep your eyes on the window.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” You lie, glaring at Glenn your eyes soften at the sight of his own. No frustration or even disappointment, just worry. Telling you he loves you after a few moments it is clear the conversations leading nowhere so excuses himself. Joining Maggie in the hallway she waits with a weak smile. Neither of them say a word, Glenn only shakes him head and the two stare at your door for a few seconds before leaving you alone.

Here with everyone kneeling you did not fear losing your own life but losing others terrified you. Abraham was dead and you felt like you had been gutted but nothing prepared you for when Lucille hit Glenn. Something inside of you snapped.

“No,” You screamed, the moment you moved to stand up someone snatched you from behind. You landed on your back at the end of a sawed off shot gun. The burly man asked Negan whether or not to shoot you. You fight for air as if it all left your body on impact.

“Please don’t do this! We fucking get it we’re sorry but please I’m begging you please,” Your eyes were not on the man holding the gun in your face but on Negan in front of Glenn. Negan’s eyes held an amusement as he cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you.

“Holy fucking shit! You little lady are a badass. Stop crying though. Look at her everyone. Her face could get blown off right now and she has not even flinched at that fact. Now tell me if I don’t beat the living shit out of him then who then?” He waved Lucille around at the rest of your group. The ache from all those years ago returned in seconds at a sickening realization, Negan was waiting for you to choose.

“I can’t do that. I can’t choose one of the people I love to be killed,” You let the tears fall without a care. Maggie’s hand grazed your own and the two you grew rigid at long sullen silence. Negan was clearly growing bored with you as he had the burly man remove his aim and restore you to the line up. Back at Glenn’s side he was still bleeding and his appeared exhausted as he looked you in the eyes.

“(Y/n) it’s gonna be okay. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” Glenn said as he took your hand and you both noticed the trembling.

“Glenn,” You said looking at him you needed him to know how important he was to you. A part of you wanted to believe him when he said everything would be okay but time was running out, “I’m scared. I’m really, really scared.“

"I know,” He blinked several times as he appeared weaker by the second. You wished for that moment in slow motion, a moment where time was suspended and the world gave you just a few more seconds.

“No exceptions,” Negan said looking at Rick as he hit Glenn again. Blood splattered onto your face and time was suspended. You were stuck in your worst nightmare for all eternity but was truly only a few seconds. Maggie wrapped her arms around you, pulling you away from Glenn’s side. Her tight hold failed to calm your violent shaking. Glenn’s eye was bulging as his words slurred. He focused on Maggie his words etched deeply in your mind. I’ll find you. The bat came down again, and again, and again. After that came a solemn silence as Negan made jokes that your mind blocked out. It was back. That icy look in your eyes, that numbness.

“No!” You screamed, pushing out of Maggie’s arms. The most you could do before being slammed to the ground was push Negan to which he did not move. A loud laugh left his lips as it was apparent you were a child, teenager to be exact. A second savior had to join in pinning you to the ground. You thrash violently, screaming at the top of your lungs. It came to stop a sharp pain rang through the side of your temple.

“Aren’t you are scared when you go on runs?” You ask the much taller man in front of you. He chuckles nodding his head.

“A little but it’s okay to be afraid. What’s your name little bit?” He asks you offer a toothy smile as most of the other adults just send you away.

“My names (Y/n)!” You exclaim and the man chuckles.

“Alright well I’m Glenn and I think little bit suits you is that okay?” He asks and you tilt your head as you think over.

“Okay Glenn,” You say with a smile as he ruffles your hair before walking away.

“Rick the prick. This little girls got more balls than you. Maybe she should join the saviors we could use people with guts,” A savior has kicked you in the head. Even through the pain you squirmed against the sharp hold pinning you to the ground. You lifted your head in attempts to get free but as it came back down you hit your head much harder than intended. The only thing you could focus on was the sky, the dark night sky blending with what would soon be a bright morning. Your mind was on Glenn and the new reality that now greeted you, Glenn’s dead.

"Alright well I’m Glenn and I think little bit suits you is that okay?”

“That’s where your wrong (Y/n) because I love you like a little sister. Remember little bit the whole group loves you.”

"Careful little bit you might hurt someone. I’ll teach you to shoot.”

"Don’t worry (Y/n) we’ll be alright. This prison could be really good for us.”

"Hey stop looking all sad I’m sure Carl and everyone else is fine.”

"Don’t worry (Y/n) even when this kid is born we’ll still love you. We’ll expect more though because now you’re an Aunt.”

"Night little bit.”

“I love you little bit.”

"It’s okay to be afraid.”

“I know."

You just laid there and cried. There was no longer anyone holding you to the ground. You did no even know Rick and Negan had left or that Negan almost made Rick cut Carl’s arm off. Only when the Saviors let you all go and the sound of Maggie calling for you brought you back to reality.

“Maggie I’m so sorry,” Your head was pounding and your voice raw as she came to your side. She only pulled you into a tight hug in which you both cried. Your mind kept going to how this entire time Glenn was trying to teach you one thing. When you finally got it he was dead. Being afraid is not all bad, sometimes it can keep you alive. When she released you and went over to Glenn’s body you looked away. Looking up Carl was staring at you. The two of you had not spoken in over a month.

“I’m—” Carl said while walking toward you slowly but you pulled him into a hug. For the first time that feeling of being in the road and always near death was back.

“Carl I love you and I got so mad because I’m scared of losing you to someone else,” You admitted into the hug. Bringing his hand to the back of your head. You could hear him reassure you but the loss of Glenn was weighing on you heavier than ever.

#the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #rick grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes one shot #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #glenn rhee imagine #glenn rhee #amcthewalkingdead #amc #negan imagine #negan #abraham #michonne

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soarinthrufables · 6 years

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Another Reader insert with Katsuki Bakugou, though this one tends to shift from your POV to mainly his. I just wanted a fun scenario to make Bakugou a flustered mess. :)

Pretext - This happens after Class 1-A moves into the dorms, you were just studying while bakugou worked out not to far from you. he was clearly bored with his workout and you were even more bored with your reading assignment.

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You sat on the couch in the common room of the UA Dorms, your legs curled under you as you read today’s reading assignment. You absent mindedly bit at your lip as you flipped the page. You tried to keep your attention on the book in front of you but you were finding it a bit difficult…

Not too far away from where you sat, Bakugou was doing sit ups. He was easily the main reason why you couldn’t seem to focus, not that you necessarily minded. Glancing over at him, you could see his muscles tense with each sit up and his face drawn in a concentrated yet effortless scowl. You knew you could watch him work out all day. The way his body effortlessly moved, the soft sounds of his breathing as he moved, and how his eyes shone with determination. All were so very captivating. You could feel your body shamelessly heat up from watching him, making you wiggle in your seat to get more comfortable. You tore your eyes away from him trying to calm the burning you felt rising in you.

Even though you had stopped staring, he was all that was on your mind, and it would have frustrated you, if you had been focusing on anything more important. But for now, he was a welcomed distraction, as you were very much sick of reading the same sentence about the required force it took to take down a three-story building and when NOT to use said force.

Turning your eyes back to the blonde in front of you, you wondered idly why he was working out in the common room, and why he chose sit ups. Perhaps it was just out of habit, as with each rep he accomplished he seemed bored almost, like it was too easy.

You stared at him with a slight envy, while you weren’t terrible at physical strength, your agility and flexibility overpowered your overall physical strength especially compared to those like Bakugou or Kirishima.

“What.” Bakugou snapped, making you blink. Shit. Did you zone out again? And of course, you had zoned out while staring at Bakugou. You cursed at yourself in your head, staring at him and zoning out was becoming a god-awful habit when you were around said blonde. You quickly looked back at your book, attempting your best to look nonchalant about being caught at staring at him. Trying to fend off the growing blush, you decided you might as well say something since he was already glaring at you and clearly not buying the nonchalant look.

“You look rather bored. Normal workouts not doing it for you?” you said finally, keeping your eyes glued to the book in front of you. You could hear him stand, which made you turn your attention back to him. He raised a brow at you and opened his mouth to make a quick snippy and rude comment but he seemed to pause. He’d been doing that ever since the house arrest incident with Midoriya.

“aren’t you perceptive.” his tone was annoyed and mildly sarcastic but he was clearly trying to be at least somewhat social, which you were thankful for even if he chose some weird words if his intention was to keep the conversation going.

He swung his arms into a stretch, clenching his fists as the muscles tensed and untensed. “can’t seem to get that burn I used to anymore.” He admitted with a shrug.

He rolled his shoulders giving it a good stretch as he glanced at you. The look on your face made him roll his eyes and gave you the slightest of smirks, “I know that look, what fucking crackpot idea do you have now?” You opened your mouth to speak but before you could answer he shook his head, “do I even want to know?” he questioned the slight smirk still on his face. You were a bit shocked he even knew you had an idea to begin with, were you always so easy to read? God, you hoped not. Though you supposed if you were he would have known how you felt and probably would have hightailed it away from you by now.

Throwing that train of thought to the side you focused back on him, the way he spoke wasn’t kind but at the same time you were pretty sure that would be the closest you’d get to a friendly teasing. After all, you had been known in your class to be a bit eccentric with your ideas but you preferred to think that you just thought outside of the box. And he wasn’t wrong, you did have an idea but you doubted he’d let you go through with it.

“It might be worth a try, if you’re interested.” You offered, purposely not telling him the full story. You knew if you told him your idea, he’d just simply brush it off and probably leave. So instead you set up your cards and watched them to see if they would fall. You hoped your track record was enough to at least settle his mind a bit. You purposely avoided playing pranks or using one of your harebrained ideas on him. More because you had a soft spot for him and less because people were convinced you just didn’t want to get blown up.

He stared at you for a long while, clearly trying to decide what to do. Letting out a sigh, he shrugged in a non-committal way. Which you knew was the closest to a yes you were going to get.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your book and set it down on the table hoisting yourself up to stand in front of him. Your legs felt a bit weak making you wobble slightly, you had been sitting for a while so you gave a quick stretch before stepping a bit closer to him. He looked at you with a slight scowl, clearly waiting for you to do something.

“get yourself into position to do a push up.” You instructed with a smirk.

He swayed his weight to his left leg, raising his eyebrow at you, “if you fucking use your quirk on me I’ll kick your ass.” He warned and made no effort to move into the position you asked for. He was clearly trying to humor you but his patience was thin and he clearly was not okay with being ordered about and suspicious of you.

In an attempt to ease him you gave him a bright grin, “C’mon, do I look like I have a death wish?” you said with a small laugh.

Apparently that wasn’t assuring at all as he just crossed his arms at you. “Okay, okay, I promise—now, please?” You pouted slightly, waiting for him patiently to decide.

You could see his eyebrow twitch as he contemplated his next action. He continued to stare at you making you blush slightly from the direct eye contact. You glanced away, your lips in a slight pout, “Just give it a try, worst case scenario, you leave and do something else.” You urged.

He let out a heated sigh in defeat and did as you said, getting into position with his arms stretched out and on the balls of his feet. “well? How is this going to help?” he snapped at you, clearly growing impatient at the whole thing.

Elated he was at least giving you a chance you said, “Just trust me,” with a bright grin.

He sighed again and looked down at the ground, grumbling about something to do with trusting a crackpot shitty girl. You hesitated for a second, now that it had gotten this far you weren’t sure if this was a good idea. Deciding to go with your gut you took a deep breath.

Bakugou was growing impatient and he went to turn back to look at you and complain, when he felt his back get heavier. He let out a slight grunt, surprised by the weight before looking up and seeing that you had gotten on top of him. He looked at you bewildered as you wiggled into comfortable position, crossing your legs like a pretzel right in the square middle of his back.

“the fuck, what makes you think you can sit on me???” he snapped growling angrily and getting ready to push you off when you patted his shoulder in attempt to calm him. His growling lessened and he let out a slight huff, keeping his face down to hide his growing blush. He wanted to get you off him but at the same time he could feel the soft curves of your ass on his back and the heat from your body against his. He knew he should have been more annoyed but couldn’t help but like the pressure of your body against his.

“Just try, do a push up.” You urged gently. He exhaled through his nose in annoyance but attempted to do a push up, letting out a small noise of surprise. The burn was there and the slight pain and pressure that made his muscles tense was slowly building. He could feel himself be pushed a bit further. “see?” you said with a happy smirk, leaning over to try and glimpse at his face. He shook his head, and his voice was annoyed but you could have sworn you saw a glimpse of a smile.

“you could have just put weights on my back.” He muttered, doing another pushup. He spoke as if he wanted you off but he clearly wasn’t forcing you to either. It was a small victory and you were eating it right up, letting out a small giggle and giving him a small shrug he couldn’t see as he faced the ground still.

“I couldn’t help it, I was a bit curious if you could handle my weight. While I don’t look it, my quirk makes my body pretty dense.” You explained, grinning at this point as he continued to do pushups with you on his back and you could hear his breathing become a bit labored as he continued.

He kept going for quite a while, to the point that you had become a bit bored and had to use your quirk to pull over your book. Book in hand you repositioned yourself to be more comfortable, now laying across his back, your book in the air as you read idly.

The sudden transition of up and down as he did pushups didn’t even bother you in the slightest. But you had to try and ignore the blush you felt from being against his rock-hard body. His back was so toned, and it felt good against your own. The heat pulsing from his body was enough to keep you warm which was comforting and also quite alluring.

He had stayed silent for quite a while which was a bit odd and you wondered if you were making him a bit uncomfortable. You were tempted to offer to get off, but Bakugou wasn’t the type to endure anything he didn’t want to and he seemed quite okay with you being there. He didn’t even fuss over you rustling on top of him to get comfortable.

So, you decided to take the small moment while you got it. It was rare for you to get alone time with him and even more rare that he wasn’t telling you to go away or that you were an annoying shitty girl.

Somehow, you knew he didn’t mean it though when he said those sort of things. You could see it in his eyes, he didn’t mind having you around, which made you quite happy. Sometimes you wondered if he liked being around you, but told yourself to kindly get your head out of your ass. It was silly to assume that he’d like you or otherwise when he hadn’t shown any interest other than just tolerating your existence around him.

Shaking your head at yourself, you decided to focus on the here and now, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours. You closed your eyes and closed your book, just enjoying the steady rhythm of him raising and lowering his body and the feeling of his body against yours.

Sighing contently, you felt yourself start to drift, your eyes getting heavier and heavier with each pushup he took. You let out a small sleepy sigh and before you knew it you had fallen asleep, curled up on your side, one hand under your cheek while the other drifted to rest flat against Bakugou’s back.

Bakugou flinched, his rhythm slightly off sync as he felt your hand lightly rest on his back. He froze when he felt your hand rub at his back through his tank top. His breath hitched from the touch and he turned his head to glance at you, but the angle sucked. He could only feel you curled against him on his back. “Y/n?” he called out, but your response was just a small sleep filled sigh.

He sighed and shook his head, you were a mystery to him sometimes. It wasn’t normal for him to have anyone this close, let alone someone relaxed enough to fall asleep on or even next to him. And if he was completely honest, he really liked that you trusted him enough to fall asleep on him and even be used as his workout weights of sorts.

Mulling over it in his head, he wondered how he could return the favor, while this definitely wasn’t the most conventional way of helping he was appreciative that you had wanted to help at all and didn’t even tease him.

Breathing a bit heavier, he wondered if there were other opportunities to use you during a workout. This had been the hardest he’d worked out on his own in a while and he already knew he had a preference between having you on his back or just some metal weight.

Focusing back on the workout he let out a quiet grunt as he pushed up. He went to lower himself when his rhythm was set off sync again. Without any warning, he felt your hand snake up his black tank top to rest on his bare skin. He paused, your bare palm was so soft against his skin, and you pawed at his back muscles in a way that had your nails grazing his back ever so slightly. His inhaled sharply as your nails grazed his back, shivers going down his spine and he felt his skin raise in small goosebumps along with a growing blush burning across his face. He could feel his shorts tighten as your nails gripped his back a bit more and you let out a small soft moan in your sleep, moving your hips to get more comfortable.

Shit, that was hot…. He bit his lip, scowling heavily as he took a calming breath, attempting to focusing on the carpet fibers below him. But that task became 100% impossible as you moved more, your lips grazing against his neck. Feeling his entire face turn bright red, he had to stifle a pleasured groan of his own as your lips softly grazed his back for a second time.

Unable to concentrate, he opted for giving up on his work out and instead was much more worried of the growing bulge in his pants. Contemplating his options, he instead went into a plank position, opting for that so he could hopefully calm himself down.

He contemplated if you were doing this on purpose, but he had a feeling you’d be a lot more fidgety and a lot more deliberate if that had been the case. While you were pretty confident, he’d seen how you reacted when Kirishima went to give you a friendly hug. He smirked, remembering how you had practically turned into a blushing mess and ran quickly away, opting to hide behind him who you knew wouldn’t try touching you. He let out a grumpy sigh at that last part of the memory.

He remembered being rather pissed about that, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to touch you. He just knew you didn’t like it and he had issues himself being so touchy feely.

He sighed dipping his head with frustration, thinking about you was hardly the way to calm down his body, he reminded. He thought about waking you up or tossing you off, but if he stood up right now he knew you’d get a full view of the rather protruding bulge against his pants. Even if miraculously you didn’t see it, he’d have to practically run away from you and there was no way in hell he was doing that either. At a stalemate in his own mind, he knew his only choice was to focus on calming himself down then he’d wake you.

You rustled a bit more, making him bite his lip hard to try and stop the shiver of pleasure that ran across his body. Nope, it was useless and he knew it. As long as you touched him, it was the only thing he could think about. But he refused to give in, he tried to remind himself over and over that you weren’t willingly touching him or wanted to be with him, he just so happens to be where you fell asleep. That getting worked up would do nothing because you clearly only wanted to be friends. You had never once shown any interest other than staring at him and he was pretty sure that was more out of respect in his abilities than actual interest.

“K….katsu….ki….” You whispered in your sleep, brows furrowing and blushing gently, your hot breath grazing against his back.

Every single muscle in Bakugou’s being completely tensed and he stared at the floor with wide eyes. No way. He felt your breathing get a bit more labored, your lips grazed his neck again, sending shivers down his spine as you practically moaned, “Kat….suki…”

There was no doubt about it, that was his name you were moaning. He couldn’t believe it and as if he thought his face couldn’t get any redder it proved him wrong. He felt the heat rise in his face even more and the bulge in his pants pulsed painfully, clearly not happy with being ignored. He knew he needed to do something, if this continued, things were going to get bad very quickly.

And at that very moment he heard the ding of the elevator to this floor, and to his dismay he could hear at least a couple of people talking inside it.

Shit. Shit shit. What the fuck was he supposed to do? He could run, but at this rate he’d be caught by the crowd at the elevator and if he stayed there was a good chance everyone would see him with a very apparent hard on.

In a panic and left with no other ideas, he dropped to his chest, his arms and legs flat out and his face buried into the floor. Unsure of what else to do, he opted for studying the ground against his face intensely. He knew he’d probably still get shit but he could hopefully avoid people finding you on top of him and him being hard from it. He buried his face further into the carpet, desperately trying to hide the burning in his cheeks from being turned on and embarrassed at the same time.

He could hear the elevator open and two sets of footsteps came into the room, both causally talking before pausing. His heart sank as he heard them pause. And what was worse is he could tell by the voices just exactly who had come into the room. He was doomed and he knew it, the two boys stepped over to him, clearly confused and he adamantly refused to remove his face from the floor at this point.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the scene in front of him, it was weird to say the least and he couldn’t help but wonder what had even lead to you being on top of him like this in the first place. More so, how did you get him to LET you do such a thing?

He definitely wanted to know more to this story but he had a feeling Bakugou was already on edge, hesitantly he asked, “uh, Bakubro… why is….Y/n on top of you? And….asleep?”

The Silence filled the room, and Kirishima could see Bakugou’s hands trembling with what he assumed was anger. When Bakugou didn’t respond, Kaminari piped up. “did Bakugou lose a bet or something?” he questioned cautiously, glancing at Kirishima confused.

Kirishima bent down and poked your cheek, attempting to at least wake you up. Then maybe he could get what was going on. But the poke just made you scrunch your face and let out a small annoyed whine as you nuzzled your cheek and lips against the back of Bakugou’s neck. He couldn’t stop the involuntary flinch and practically choked breath from burying his face into the carpet as deep as he could.

Kirishima’s eyes raised and his own face sported a slight blush of its own, slowly processing the scene in front of him.

Kaminari on the other hand seemed completely unaware of what was going on.

“what did she do to you, bro? you look like she squished you against the carpet.” Kaminari said confused. Unable to take the staring much longer, Bakugou growled and slammed his hand down on the carpet, small sparks scattering onto the fibers.

“she didn’t fucking squish me you fucking idiot. Just mind your own damn business.” He snapped grouchily, his voice muffled by the carpet and he still refused to sit up. Kaminari blinked confused until you moved again, jostled by Bakugou’s outburst. Your breath caressed his neck which made him let out a quick exhale and his hands clenched into tight fists.

Kaminari’s eyes widened and he gave a small noise in realization. Unable to stop himself, he laughed loudly making Bakugou growl and shoot annoyed sparks from his palms.

“then why don’t you stand up then?” Kaminari challenged with a wide grin. His tone made Bakugou practically burst with anger. It was clear he knew exactly why Bakugou was acting like an obedient rug at the moment and it steamed him to no end.

He was already planning stupid Pikachu’s murder when Kirishima let out a small amused chuckle, “Let’s get Y/N to the couch.” He mused, with a toothy grin.

Bakugou let out a sigh in defeat, letting them help knowing it was much too late for him to bother act like everything was normal.

Little did you know though, he now knew you were interested in him. And next time, he was determined you’d help him work out in a more…. interactive way.

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Part 2 is now posted if anyone is interested!

#BNHA #Reader insert #katsuki bakugo x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #reader x Katsuki Bakugou #Reader x Katsuki Bakugo #Katsuki Bakugou #Katsuki Bakugo #My hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic #fanfiction #just a little bit of fun #Possible Spoilers

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gokailyger84 · 6 years

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Dan’s Preference?

Bri/an closed the door to his SUV, slipping his duffel bag onto his shoulder and walked up to the modest house.

Upon reaching the front door, he pushed the doorbell and waited patiently.

As soon as the door opened, Bri/an’s expression brightened, looking up at the tall form of his partner.

“Hey, Bri/an.” Dan said, stepping aside to let him in.

“Hey yourself.” Bri/an replied, walking through the door.

Dan looked up at the sky, seeing the fading orange light on the horizon. Closing the door, he followed Bri/an down the hall towards his bedroom.

He leaned against the doorway, watching as Bri/an placed his bag onto the oversized bed.

“Cutting it a bit close, don’t you think?”

Bri/an shrugged, taking his phone, wallet and keys out of his pockets and placing them on the dresser.

“My dear Daniel, I had more than enough time.” He said with a smirk, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head.

Dan shook his head, watching Bri/an slip out of his jeans, revealing a pair of oversized boxers. He walked over, grabbing the garments, folding them up and putting them on the dresser next to Bri/an’s other things.

“You say that, but who’s the one who would have to come get you when you’re changing while stuck in the middle of traffic?”

Bri/an let out a laugh, glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand.

“You act like you don’t like taking care of the Wolf.”

Dan frowned slightly.

“Taking care of you has nothing to do with it, Bri/an. Taking unnecessary risks is the problem. We agreed on at least thirty minutes before nightfall. Not ten fucking minutes.”

Bri/an didn’t reply, staring at his changing hands. He then looked over at Dan and gave him a cheeky grin.

“Have fun with the Wolf. I’ll see you in the morning, Danny.” He said, as he dropped down to the floor, his body transforming before Dan’s eyes.

“Wish you’d stop doing that.” Dan muttered to himself, staring at the werewolf now before him.

“Danny!” Bri/an exclaimed, jumping clumsily to his feet, tail wagging behind him.

Bri/an moved forward to hug Dan but hesitated seeing the frown on his face.

“Danny?” Bri/an asked, his initial excitement fading.

“Not okay?”

Dan shook his head, giving Bri/an a small smile.

“I’m fine, Bri/an. Don’t worry about it.” He then turned towards the door.

“Come on. Let’s go fix something to eat, then we can watch a movie or whatever.”

Bri/an didn’t respond. He looked down as if contemplating something.

“Bri/an?”

“Sorry, Danny.” Bri/an said, his ears drooping down.

Dan glanced back over his shoulder.

“Why are you apologizing?”

Bri/an bowed his head, lowering his height below Dan’s, his blue eyes shining with regret.

“What said before. Not want Danny worry.” He then raised his claw and pressed it flat against his chest.

“Other me…scared. Think burden. Danny tire.”

Dan felt his earlier annoyance immediately fade away. No matter how many times he witnessed it, it was always surprising to hear Brian’s true feelings.

Simple, raw and unfiltered.

It was hard to remain upset with him when he was like this.

Dan turned around and approached the sorrowful werewolf. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close.

“You’re not a burden, Bri/an. I’ve never thought that. I just wish-“ Dan trailed off, causing Bri/an to look up at him curiously.

“Wish?” He asked.

Dan shook his head, pulling back and walking towards the door.

“Never mind. Come on. I’m hungry.”

Bri/an reached out a claw towards Dan’s back before pulling back.

Hesitating a moment, Bri/an rushed through the door and followed after Dan.

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Bri/an glanced up at Dan, pausing between bites, checking his caretaker’s demeanor once more.

Dan was sitting at the kitchen table eating a sandwich, while Bri/an was enjoying a plate of several chicken breasts on the floor.

He seemed to be deep in thought. While Bri/an still felt bad for earlier, he didn’t want to bother him.

“Leave him alone for once. We don’t want him mad at you too.”

Bri/an’s brow furrowed.

“Danny mad?”

“Not at you. Just me.”

“You? You, I same.”

“We’re not. Danny likes you. Prefers you.”

“…I not understand.”

“Just forget it. Danny’s calling you.”

“Bri/an?”

Bri/an’s ears twitched. He looked up to see Dan kneeling before him, staring at the half finished plate of food.

“Is the food okay? Or have you had enough?”

Bri/an quickly nodded his head.

“Food good. I finish.” He said, beginning to eat once more.

Dan stared at him a few seconds longer before reaching out a hand and petting Bri/an’s head. He then stood up and walked to the entryway.

“When you’re done come into the living room.” He called over his shoulder.

“Yes Danny.” Bri/an said between bites. “I come when finished.”

Dan sat down on top of the piles of blankets he’d laid out earlier. Leaning back against the couch, he grabbed the remote and began browsing for something interesting to watch.

Some time later, he heard the clicking of nails on the wooden floor coming closer.

Dan turned to see Bri/an staring at him. But what caught Dan’s attention was that he was on all fours instead of just his hind legs and his ears were still lowered.

He looked unsure of himself.

Dan offered him a warm smile. He must’ve still been feeling guilty for earlier, while Dan had already pushed it aside.

“What are you waiting for Bri? Come on over here. I want some cuddles.”

Bri/an’s ears slightly perked up. His tail beginning to wag. He trotted into the room.

Nuzzling his head against Dan’s, he gave him a small lick on the cheek before pawing at the blankets and lying down, resting his head on Dan’s lap and closing his eyes.

Dan moved his hand to the top of Bri/an’s head and began lightly scratching behind his ears. Bri/an couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

“Love Danny.” He murmured, mostly to himself.

Dan smiled, clearly hearing the spoken words. He leaned down and kissed Bri/an on his snout.

“I love you too.” He said.

The two then fell into silence. The only sound was that of some drama movie Dan had found, coming from the tv.

It was unusual for it to be so quiet. Bri/an was usually so hyper and talkative on full moon nights.

After several more minutes passed, Dan had believed that Bri/an had fallen asleep.

He was understandably startled when Bri/an suddenly started talking.

“Danny love me?” Bri/an asked. His eyes still closed.

“Yeah Brian. That’s what I said. I love you.”

Bri/an then sat up, looking down at Dan. His expression oddly serious looking.

“Love human too?”

Dan let out a sigh. He really didn’t like it when Bri/an referred to himself as two different beings.

Couldn’t understand why Bri/an wouldn’t accept the fact that the wolf was him also.

A different side.

But nevertheless still him.

“I love all of you, Bri. Human. Werewolf. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”

Bri/an’s eyes shifted to the floor breaking contact with Dan’s.

“Hard believe.” He quietly said.

Dan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What do you mean? You think I’m lying?”

Bri/an shook his head, glancing up at Dan.

“Not lie. Danny love Bri/an. Happy with Bri/an.”

“Then what are you trying to say?” Dan asked, voice full of confusion and concern.

Bri/an looked away once more, his ears drooping lower and his shoulders hunching forward.

“Wolf Bri/an Danny love. Prefer. Human not like. Annoyed. Pain. Bother.”

Dan stared at Bri/an. His eyes wide. Processing what Bri/an had just said.

Was that what Bri/an really thought? That Dan only loved and preferred his werewolf form? That he only tolerated Bri/an when he was human?

Dan, at first, couldn’t believe it. But the more he thought about it, he knew that was how it looked.

Dealing with Bri/an as a werewolf was so much easier. He didn’t have to worry about snippy or snide comments. Always keeping him at an arms distance nearly every day.

The nights of the full moon were filled with love, adoration and fun.

Bri/an held nothing back. Showing his emotions and letting Dan know exactly how he felt. Just how much he loved him.

When Bri/an was human. It was almost the complete opposite. Bri/an never showed how he really felt.

In all the years that he had known him, Dan had only caught glimpses of what was underneath the persona.

Ever since Dan had found out Bri/an’s secret, it seemed that he was finally getting to see his partner for who he really was.

Dan no longer bought Bri/an’s explanation that his Wolf side imprinted on him and saw him as his Alpha. He knew it was an excuse.

A way to explain away his behavior when he was changed. Bri/an tried to separate himself from the wolf but you can’t separate what was always a part of you.

Dan understood that. He just wish Bri/an would accept it.

“Bri/an.” Dan began, scooting closer until he could wrap an arm around Bri/an’s larger body.

“I will admit it is easier to deal with you when you’re like this. But that’s only because you’re being honest with yourself. You let me know how you feel and what you want. I don’t have to guess. And...you don’t push me away.”

Bri/an let out a frustrated puff of air through his nostrils.

“I can’t help. Human me can help. Is scared.” He said.

Dan frowned, shaking his head, trying to understand the broken sentences.

“Scared of what.”

Bri/an was silent for several seconds, thinking of a way to make Dan understand.

“Danny reject. Bri/an love much. Not lose. Selfish feel.”

Dan’s eyes softened, wrapping his other arm around Bri/an, pulling him closer until he felt fur covered arms circle around his waist.

He understood now.

“Bri/an, you’re not going to lose me. Whether your love for me is platonic...or something more. I’d never reject you. I...love you. More than you probably know.”

“Truth?” Bri/an asked.

Dan nodded, pressing his face into Bri/an’s fur.

“Yes, it’s the truth. But I think we should have this talk later...when you’re human again. Is that okay?”

Bri/an sat up, meeting Dan’s eyes. He nodded, nuzzling into Dan’s chest.

“Okay. When human. Talk. No hide. Tell love.”

Dan smiled, hugging Bri/an to him once more.

“Gonna hold you to that.”

#ninja ship party #werewolf bri #polygrumps #my au #my fics

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writing-yj · 7 years

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Robin x Reader: The Bird Tattoo~Part One (Soulmate AU)

A/n: This will be somewhat of a mini series, if it turns out the way I want it to! This is the first story I’m posting; feel free to give constructive criticism.

The soulmate AU I’m using is the identical tattoo version, but with a little twist I added.

Females get their tattoos before males do, no matter what species they are.

The tattoos are located on the rib cage, with a little tiny date in a certain spot.

That date is the day your tattoo appears.

When the tattoo appears, it stings for a few moments before coming into view.

The tattoos become colorful with each interaction the soulmates have, even if they were interacting before the tattoo appears.

The brighter, the better.

It is not uncommon for people to hide their tattoos, although some flaunt it in hopes to find their soulmate as fast as they can.

In this case, you were thinking about the stupidity of soulmates. You hated the mere idea of it. Someone in your line of work didn’t have time to find a soulmate; most people found their soulmate in their teenage years and that’s exactly what you were. A teenager who got her soulmate tattoo a few months ago, but all you saw was a curse.

“Mockingbird? You alright?” Artemis asked you and she waved a hand in front of your face. Your eyes were very dull, and your masked face held a blank expression. It was like you weren’t there anymore, and empty shell in your place.

Your hands still held a pencil in each, and your text book lay open in front of you. You were in the middle of teaching yourself Romanian before you became unresponsive. It was a hobby of yours, learning new languages. Your through-the-roof IQ and mental drive gave you the ability to learn a new language within a month or so.

However, your ability to almost perfectly mock every sound you hear (hence why they call you Mockingbird) made you an expert in manipulation and gave you the element of surprise. Although it was an amusing and useful power, it made you one of the more dangerous “sidekicks”. You preferred the word partner, but that was beside the point.

Artemis clapped loudly in your face and it took several more minutes for you to snap out of it. When you looked up, the rest of the team was staring at you with bewilderment and concern. It wasn’t the first time this happened, but it doesn’t get any less strange. “Yeah, sorry,” you shook off the haze you were in. “I spaced out there for a bit. Got a lot on my mind, you know?” Whenever you were thinking of something you were passionate about, you tended to completely shut the real world out.

And it was a gorgeous tattoo of a bird mid-flight, the size of a small peach. But you didn’t like how colorful it was. It meant you already knew them, and you must be around them a lot for the bird to be so brightly colored. It made you nervous and wary, but also flat out annoyed. You interacted with so many people in your life; it would be impossible to find the right one any time soon.

“Didn’t know you had one...” Robin muttered, but you caught it.

You rose from your seat and your back muscles tensed.“Oh shut up, you-”

The Boy Wonder and Mockingbird did not get along too well. It was usually just childish bickering, snippy words, and harsh glares. At first, Robin welcomed you as a member of the team with a big smile. But that was before you found out his and Batman’s identity (he found it unfair that Batman wouldn’t let him know what yours was), and you sealed the deal when you broke into the Bat Cave to use the computer when most of the Mount Justice’s systems were down. That royally pissed Batman off, but impressed him at the same time. You didn’t set off any security alarms and no one knew you were there until Robin came down and saw you just typing away, looking at files on a seldom-known villain, The Doctor. Someone you knew all too well.

You were quite the crafty hacker with firewalls that were stronger than the Fortress of Solitude and fingers that typed faster than the Flash himself. An exaggeration, of course, but an accurate depiction. Robin didn’t like that, either. He tried getting into your personal files more than once, but you added another firewall every time he tampered with it.

When you were both grumpy, insults were no stranger to bystanders. While Robin jabbed at the flaws in your powers and tried to prove you wrong (that was very hard for him to do, on a good day), you didn’t hesitate to remind him that you were a little more than a year older and that you could knock him on his ass any day. You picked on his height, since you were only two inches taller, but he didn’t do it back. If someone did that to you, they’d be pinned to the floor with their arms twisted behind their back.

“Ladies, settle down,” Wally got between you and Robbin and he held his hands up. “You’re both pretty. But we have a more important matter at hand.” His grin confused you, but then you rolled your eyes. “Robin’s getting his soulmate tattoo next week!”

It was all Wally and M’gann talked about. They didn’t have their tattoos yet, no one else but you did, but they were excited to witness a soulmate tattoo appear in person. All the fuss disgusted you, but you let it be. Mostly.

Artemis took her place beside you. “Yeah, in a week. Let’s wait a few days before you guys start planning an unnecessary party.’ Artemis’ views on soulmate tattoos were similar to yours, but not identical. You both didn’t like how much of a big deal people made it, but she acknowledged that getting the tattoo was a special moment.

“I still think you’re salty that I’m getting mine before yours.” Robin grinned behind his sunglasses.

Wally frowned and pouted at his words. “You’re like, the youngest one here and you’re going to be the first one on the team with a tattoo! That’s not fair at all!” Ah yes, you neglected to tell them you got yours around a month ago; that’s how much you didn’t care for it.

You sat down with a smirk and put your legs up on your table, crossing your arms. Artemis was one of the few people who knew you had your tattoo, and one of the two who have actually seen it. She smirked as well, and the others found it odd.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Conner asked and he eyed you two warily.

Kaldur briefly cocked his head before asking, “Have you two gotten your tattoos already?” He wasn’t jealous that he didn’t have his soulmate tattoo, not at all, just curious as to how the whole system worked.

Artemis chuckled. “Oh, I don’t have mine yet. And I’m not telling you when I’m getting it.”

All eyes were trained on you as you waited for the question to come. Who was going to ask it was the real mystery. You looked up at the ceiling and thought about who your soulmate was going to be. You might not have been keen on the concept, but you were still curious.

“No way,” Megan squealed. “You have your tattoo already!?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I got it about a month ago. It’s a pretty cool looking tattoo, if you ask me.”

“It really is, I haven’t seen one like yours before.” Artemis chimed in, and that made most of the team jealous. You told her and not them? Hell, you showed her your tattoo and not them?!

Wally was astounded. “W-wait, you’ve had yours for a month!?” he exclaimed, but it came out as a complaint.

“You want some cheese with that whine?” You taunted, and Artemis gave you a high five for your comment. “It’s not like I have an obligation to announce a ‘new chapter’ in my life to everyone I know. My tattoo is my business, and I’ve decided to keep it that way.”

“Can we see it, oh mysterious one?” Robin asked sarcastically.

“No.” You said in Batman’s voice. Everyone briefly looked around and realized it was you, which was followed by some giggles. Even Conner found it amusing when you mocked Batman’s voice; you could say anything you wanted and anyone would think it’s the Bat himself.

Robin, however, couldn’t give a care in the world. He convinced himself that there was no way you could be his soulmate, so there was one thing he could be glad about.

A/n: I have no idea how many parts this series will have, so stay tuned for part two!

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #robin #young justice #young justice imagine #dick grayson imagine #young justice season 1 #robin imagine #robin x reader #young justice x reader #artemis #kid flash #kaldur'ahm #superboy #miss martian #the bird tattoo #soulmate AU

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onelovewonderwoman · 7 years

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Sweet Boy

woOH aNgSt KiDs so sorry lmao I just thought this was a good idea and had to write it btw creds to the person who put together that gif and stuff. like dude thats a masterpiece

tags : @running-outta-time @munalisax @i-just-wanna-run-hell

words : 2817

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It had been only of late that you found it'd been hard to be Peter’s best friend.

For some reason you could not fathom, Peter had been very, very impatient with a lot of things; mostly you, as you spent most of your time with him.

You couldn’t think of any reason as to why he would be so snippy and on edge; he was such a sweet boy, one you’d fallen hard for. It was a nickname you’d given him; one that would always make him blush. He'd given you the nickname, sweet girl, in return; making you blush like a madman as well.

But he’d spent the last two months getting easily irritated with you.

You tried not to mind it, though.

You remember the first day it started, he'd gotten mad at you for tapping your pen on your desk as you thought, something you did a lot.

“Could you stop doing that?” Peter said aggressively as his head shot up from his textbook.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you laughed lightly at your friend, “It's never bothered you before.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well it’s bothering me now, so,”

His head turned back to his textbook as your eyes lowered to the ground, mumbling a small sorry.

You brushed it off as a bad day then, and all the other times.

Another time he’d gotten angry at you was in front of Michelle and Ned, thus making it so very embarrassing. You’d been talking about how excited you were for a concert for your favourite band that you'd been lucky enough to score tickets for.

“I'm just so excited for the concert,” you grinned at Ned as Michelle stayed reading her book, Ned smiling back just as big at you, “It's supposed to be something so huge! It's their new album too, so-,”

You were cut off by Peter looking up from his food, indescribably annoyed, and saying, “We get it, Y/N, you're excited. Could you just shut up about it for two seconds?”

Ned face turned into one of absolute shock. Michelle even looked up at the harsh comment that left your usually sweet boy’s mouth.

You shrunk in your spot, suddenly feeling incredibly hot and embarrassed, looking down at your tray. You mumbled a small sorry to Peter before staying silent the whole rest of lunch and school day.

The third time had been during studying at his apartment. You'd noticed as of late that he'd been incredibly distant and you didn't spend much time together, so you decided to ask him about it; bad idea.

“Peter,” you sat up on his bed, “Why have you been so distant?”

Peter’s eyes didn't leave his homework on his desk as he said absentmindedly, “No, I haven't.”

You stood from your spot on his bed, “Yes, you have,” you moved closer to him, “I don't know if it's the Stark Internship, which shouldn't be taking up your whole life, but you've been so distant from me. Not even Ne-,”

You were cut off when Peter suddenly swiveled his chair around and stood up in front of you, running a hand through his brown hair, looking pissed, “Yeah, well, not everything revolves around you. I have other things to do that don't involve you and your constant nagging; so back off, Y/N.”

You stared at him, eyes glazed over with tears that you wouldn't let fall, as he went back to the previous position he was in before.

You backed up, trying to make as little sound as possible in fear on setting him off again, and sat back on the bed to do your homework.

“Sorry, Peter,” You mumbled, eyes down, “I'm sorry.”

You heard Peter sigh, and you hoped he would say something in return; something nice, maybe an apology,

“I’m trying to do homework, Y/N.”

You brushed that day off like a bad day as all the other days; but soon you came to discover why your sweet boy had been so on edge lately.

Peter had invited you over one day, looking nervous as you sat on his bed waiting, for him to tell you what he so urgently needed to.

“Don't freak out,” Peter moved to his backpack and began to unzip it, “And please, please don't tell anyone. Ned only found out by accident; I've just been trying to find a way to tell you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern as your face morphed into one of hesitation, “Peter…,” You shifted in your spot as your crush rummaged through the bag.

What could he possibly be hiding that's such a secret? Is it bad? What if he’s on drugs or something? What if he dragged Ned into it!

‘No,’ you thought, ‘Your sweet boy would never do anything like that.’

You heard Peter mumble a small ‘aha’ before turning to you, hiding whatever he was looking for behind his back, “Promise, no freaking out and no telling.”

You nodded, “Promise.”

You watched as Peter moved his hands in front of you. In them were two pieces of fabric; one a full blue and red spandex bodysuit, another a red mask with huge white eyes, black outlining them.

You stared at the suit for what seemed like forever to Peter. You couldn't believe the sweet, little, usually defenceless boy was Spider-Man; hero of Queens, New York.

“Y/N,” You looked up at Peter to see his face desperate and voice pleading, “Please, say something.”

You small laugh of nervousness, “Wow.”

From then on, you understood why Peter had been so on edge and angry; he had so much on his plate. He’d been balancing school, home life, and a hero life.

From then on, you made it your duty to help him anytime he was hurt; both physically and mentally/emotionally.

Despite being the person to help him, you were still snapped at quite a bit because you spent the most time with him, thus being in the line of fire. You tried not to mind it though, you knew it must've not been easy doing what he did. So you braved it, got over it, always being his rock to come back to.

All, until one night that he'd gone too far.

“Peter, come one, stop moving around,” you said sternly, “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I need to do this.”

You’d been stitching up a huge gash across his chest as he kept twitching and squirming in discomfort.

You voiced anger in your words, but tears threatened to spill from your Y/E/C eyes.

Your sweet boy had gotten into a fight, too much for him to handle; he’d almost killed himself. You couldn't imagine a life without Peter.

You finally finished, allowing him to get up and grab a spare shirt he had in your room.

“God,” you mumbled as you put the needle away, then stared at his chest as he pulled on the shirt, “You’re so stupid.”

Peter gave you a weak glare before moving back to plop down onto your bed once again and closing his eyes, “It doesn't matter, I’m fine aren't I?”

You shook your head in disbelief, getting up from your seat on the bed and turning to look at him, “No, Peter, it does matter. What if you hadn't been fine? What would I do?”

Peter only turned his back to you, keeping his eyes shut.

“Hey,” you said firmly, “Listen to me; what would I do, Peter? Peter, what would May do? She can't lose you; not after what happened to Ben-,”

Peter turned suddenly, swung his legs over the bed, and stood, glowering over you, “You have no right bringing up Uncle Ben, he has nothing to do with this.”

“Peter, it does,” you pleaded, “Sweet boy, no one wants to lose you. You have to try harder to-,”

“Don't you get it,” he shook his head, anger evident, “I'm trying as hard as I can! I'm not good enough for Mr. Stark to call me in yet, I need to prove myself, Y/N!”

You tilted your head to the side shaking it, “No, Peter, I don't get it. It seems like all you’re trying hard to do is get yourself killed, not keep yourself safe. Peter, you can keep yourself safe and citizens as well. Please, understand where I'm coming from. I don't want to find you lying dead somewhere.”

Peter let out a bitter laugh, “I never asked your opinion on how I should fight. I know what I'm doing.”

“Peter, please, liste-,”

“No, you listen,” Peter moved closer and closer as you took steps back, “You have no idea what it's like. I try so very hard, and I know what I'm doing. I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to get myself killed.”

You breathed, “Yes, bu-,”

“No!” Peter shouted at you, “Don't tell me how to do things! I can handle it!”

Your back had lightly hit the wall due to all the backing up when you said, “Peter, you're scaring me.”

It went unnoticed when he continued on to shout the words that finally made you snap,

“God, you're so needy! You can't do anything without me, can you? You're always so goddamn dependant on everyone! All you think about is yourself! You never back off!”

At that you pushed him away from you, his body moving a couple steps back.

You're eyes widened at the fact that you'd actually pushed him. You guys have never tried to hurt one another physically. Your touches have always been ones of affection.

The tears from your eyes finally began to fall as you felt guilt for pushing him. You shouldn't have to feel guilt for that, he should feel bad he provoked you to do such things; but he'd spent so long making you seem like the bad guy, you began to believe it.

“Get out,” you told him, shaking your head as tears ran faster and faster down your cheeks, salty drops falling into your mouth as you spoke, “Get out, Peter! Go!”

Peter's face turned into one of hurt and guilt suddenly as he realized what he’d said to you, “Y/N, please, I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean it, sweet gir-,”

Tears ran faster down your cheeks, “I said get out!”

You moved to pull open your bedroom door, “And don't you dare ever call me that again.”

“Sweet gir-,”

You gave him a hard glare, making him stop and lower his head. You stood by the door, body shaking in anger as you waited for him to leave.

You looked down as he started moving to the door, not wanting to look at him anymore.

You felt him stop in front of you for a moment, feeling his eyes on you, before he resumed his movements and made his way out slowly.

The moment he got out of the room, you slammed the door shut, covering your mouth as you let out sob after sob, not knowing what to do; and that way you stayed for the rest of the night.

You walked into the school the next morning with swollen red eyes from all the crying. Anger and sadness painted your features as you made your way over to your locker. The one next to Peter’s.

You went stiff as you felt his presence next to you, looking at you, not even opening his locker,

“Y/N,” he whispered, reaching for your hand. Before he could grab it, though, you snatched your arm away, slamming your locker closed, and going to first period. You didn't have first period with Peter, and you thanked God for that.

Second period, however, was lab; where you had to sit next to Peter, as he was your partner.

You stayed silent during the class, thanking God once again, because of the video their teacher had the substitute play because she'd been at home, sick.

Half way through the period you heard Peter whisper to you, “Hey,” his hand came forward and laid on your own, “I’m sorry. I'm so sorry.”

You kept your eyes forward as you yanked your hand out of his grasp, pulling it into your lap.

You heard him sigh in defeat as you both went back to staying silent the whole rest of class.

As the day went on, you still hadn't talked to Peter, you even sat in the library at lunch attempting to do homework to keep your mind off of him. Michelle had joined you, claiming it was better than sitting with the two losers, as she called Peter and Ned.

Once you’d made it to your apartment, you found yourself collapsing from exhaustion onto the couch. Once you finally managed to fall into some sort of sleep, you heard a knock as the door,

“Who is it?” You shouted. You didn't want to let Peter in if he tried to talk to you again.

“Michelle, loser,” you heard her say, “I want my book back, the one you borrowed.”

You chuckled lightly at her straight forwardness and opened the door to be greeted with her unimpressed facial expression, “I'll be right back with your book.”

You rushed to your room, rummaging around before finally finding the thick, old book.

Running back, you saw Michelle’s face morph into somewhat of a smile, “Ah, thanks, dork.”

You laughed, “No problem, MJ. See you tomorrow.”

You heard her mumble what seemed to be a ‘yeah, you too.’ as she opened the book and walked away.

Closing the door, you laughed again to yourself at your friend, before hearing another knock,

“Did you forget something else, MJ?”

You opened the door again to be greeted by a nervous looking Peter. Your smiling face turned into a scowling one as you went to close the door, only to be stopped by Peter’s foot wedged between it and the frame,

“Please, just listen to me,” Peter pleaded as you opened the door, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean any of what I said! The last thing I want to do is hurt you!”

You looked at him in disbelief, “Really? ‘Cause it seems like it's the only thing you've been doing lately.”

“I know, I know that, sweet girl,” He took a step inside your apartment, only have you back up and hold up a finger to tell him to stop moving forward, “There's just been a lot of pressure, and I don't mean it-,”

“That’s not an excuse, Peter!” You cried out, “You make me feel like shit! I've spent so much time questioning myself because of the things you've said to me; I spend so much time questioning our friendship!”

Peter looked at you helplessly as tears gathered in his eyes, “Please. Please, I'm so sorry. I can't lose you, please.”

Tears began to slip down your face, ones that Peter wanted to kiss away and make you smile again, confess to you about his feelings, as you said, “I pushed you last night; and I was so close to slapping you. We’ve never tried to hurt each other. I-,” you cut yourself off before starting a new sentence, “Sorry doesn't fix everything, Peter.”

Peter looked down as tears began to escape his eyes, “I know,” he whispered, “But I don't know what to do to make this right.”

A deep silence took over the both of you. Sniffs and heavy breathing was all that interrupted during the excruciating minutes the two of you stood there. You didn't dare look at Peter, whereas he looked at you; shameful at himself for making you feel such a way.

“Maybe you should just go.” You broke the silence, eyes still on the ground.

Peter shook his head, “No. I'm not leaving you.”

You finally looked up at him, tears still falling from both your eyes, “Peter…,”

He suddenly lunged forward to pull you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around his waist and buried your head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I'm sorry,” his whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss there, “I'm an asshole.”

Your arms simply tightened around his waist, as you didn't want to let go.

“Let's order some takeout,” Peter still held onto you, “and let's watch some Star Wars or something. Anything you want.”

You laughed lightly and whispered, “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

You pulled away from him, arms still wrapped around his waist as his were still wrapped around you, you faced him.

Looking deep into his eyes, you found yourself leaning forward. As did he.

Just as both your lips grazed each other, Peter spoke softly, “Are you sure this won't ruin our friendship?”

You smiled softly, “Not if you love me as much as I love you, sweet boy.”

And with that, the two of you shared your first kiss of many more.

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