#kim doing that hand thing on his chest she's so sick

[revehae]

all the rage

pairing ↠ nerd!mark x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, nerd!mark, virgin!mark, coercion/blackmail, unprotected sex, nonconsented recording, oral, implied bimbo!reader

summary ↠ mark is sick and tired of being ignored by you and only being worthful when you need to get your homework done. meanwhile, you don’t hesitate to flash your body to any stupid jock. so, he cooks up the perfect plan - blackmail.

wc ↠ 4.5k

a/n ↠ part 3/5 of the college-capades series!

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it was never difficult for mark, or any other student, to conclude whether or not you’d walked into a room. either there would be a crude cacophony of whistles from boys or none too subtle whispers from girls that wrenched their faces in contempt.

mark wanted to give them all, man or woman, a very large, unforgiving piece of his mind. the men that sat there, laughing and smirking amongst themselves, lusting over what should’ve only been his. the women that rolled their eyes and blatantly disrespected you to obscure their own insecurities.

still, you never paid those girls even half the mind they were indebted to you, parading over to a popular athlete it was no secret most girls would sell an arm and a leg for and sitting squarely on his lap. like clockwork, the chosen boys would drape you in a blanket of attention, and you’d do something adjacent to giggling and leaning flush against their chests. whereas mark was left in the corner of the room to sulk and brood, never afforded more than a cute smile and a compliment. the sight of you with other men filled him with unadulterated jealousy and rage.

this week, it was jung jaehyun you were after like a pack of hyenas, the captain of the basketball team. only a couple of weeks before, it was lee jeno, the star player of the hockey team.

it felt as if you were deliberately spreading your legs for anyone that wasn’t mark, making it a point to remind him that he was just a tool in your pocket. he beat his brain out trying to decipher why it was that you’d yet to have given yourself to him. he knew it was not because you were apparently friends. you had fucked anyone from your friends to even your eng lit professsor.

it wasn’t like your qualifications extended only to athletes, and even if they did, mark was literally a member of the basketball team. maybe it was because he was something of a nerd, never not found with his nose in a book, but mark had proven himself more useful to you than any of the undeserving boys you’d given chances to. when he tutored you and let you borrow his notes, all he received was a thank you and a grateful kiss to the cheek. but had anyone else lent you a favor - or even looked at you a certain way - your mouth would fall much, much lower.

today, you’d been clinging to jaehyun, laughing at seemingly every little thing he said. the sight of you together, your bodies so close and jaehyun’s hand at your very exposed thigh, ignited white hot rage within mark, though he willed himself to remain calm. he was clever and that was his advantage. you’d never see his plan coming, and then you would have no choice but to be his.

unbeknownst to you, mark had overheard your conversation with professor kim doyoung the other day, not failing to note that he had a special meeting scheduled with you. you were so busy, like one dick would never be enough for you. as soon as mark knew, he hid a camera in the office, and there was only a matter of time before you fell desperately into his clutches.

that was why when he saw jaehyun in the locker room that day, and overheard his teammates talking about you, mark breathed with more ease and less ire, for the most part tuning out their conversation.

johnny pulled out his phone and called his teammates around to take a look. “look at this fucking bimbo.”

one of them, haechan, grinned mischievously and nudged jaehyun in the side. “yo, you tap that yet, jay?”

jaehyun chuckled, replying, “nah, but she gave me top in the back of my car. took that shit like a champ. she said she’ll let me hit if we win tonight, though.”

jaemin snorted and said, “pfft. i bet she’d fuck you even if we lose. but i know one thing - a slut like that is getting it from somewhere else if she’s waiting that long.”

when mark saw that picture of you on johnny’s phone, everything else became white noise. he was trying not to grow hard at the sight of you, though judging from their dialogue, his fellow teammates were obviously a hell of a lot more shameless. he shoved the thought of jaehyun fucking you out of his brain, only tantalized by thoughts of him and you.

that night, they won. 

you were walking around with a limp to your steps the following day, giddy and carefree. mark could only guess why, but he refused to think of you with anyone that wasn’t him. he was a man on a mission.

when mark approached you, you blinked in surprise, johnny, though shot him an inviting smile. more often than not, you tended to forget he was even there. he was always in his own little world. you greeted, “hi, markie. can i help you?”

mark cleared his throat and realized that he probably should have planned what he was going to say in advance. being so close to you never failed to make his brain slam on the brakes. “i, um, have to show you something.”

you cocked a brow. “like what?”

“it’s a secret,” mark insisted, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “will you come with me?”

you shrugged. “sure.” as far as you were concerned, you’d gauged mark to be relatively harmless.

mark gave you a bashful little smile, and you grabbed your bag before leaving, letting him lead the way. whatever he had in store for you, you were none the wiser.

mark was fighting a sly little grin. so far, so good. if all went smoothly, it would only be the two of you at the dorms for a while, meaning mark could do as he pleased. sure, a college dorm wasn’t the ideal place to hook up with you for a number of reasons, but he knew that he would have you nice and controlled in a matter of moments.

in the corridor, you clung to mark’s side, resting your head against his body, and broke the silence to remark, “you smell good.”

mark, flushed, stammered, “thank you.”

you stifled a snicker. it was no secret that mark had something of a crush on you (as many boys did), and you enjoyed stirring reactions out of him every once in a while. he had always been shy, but whenever you came into the equation, it was like his whole system shut down. needless to say, you found it cute.

though inside mark’s head, none of it was ever enough for him. he didn’t see it as you innocently flirting with him. he took it as you toying with him, poking fun at him. like you were trying to ridicule him by shoving his reactions in his face and tell him that that was why you never gave him the time of day. he was just a pawn in an even bigger game, but not anymore. all of that came to an end today.

mark unlocked the door and took you to his room. you took a couple of glances around the place as you walked through the hallway. it was empty.

sitting your bag down on his bed, you asked sweetly, “so, what did you have to show me?”

you were a little surprised, and confused, when mark pulled out his phone of all things. he simply shoved it in your face and his tiny smile dropped when he asked expressionlessly, “is this you?”

your eyes flickered. to your horror, it was a video of you getting railed by doyoung in his office. you remembered feeling inexplicably watched, but doyoung had taken no risks when it came to getting caught, because he had a career at stake. your face was very clear in the video, lips parted while you moaned your professor’s name, and to make matters worse, his voice was audible, doyoung growling, “keep clenching around my dick like that and you’ll never fail another test.”

mark chuckled at the sight of the blood draining from your face, the realization settling in, and he asked, “wouldn’t it be funny if the whole school got this video?”

you reached out, trying to grab the phone, but mark lifted it over your head. 

“ah, ah, ah,” he sang, taunting. “this is mine.”

you cried out, “mark, you can’t show this to anyone!”

“well, no, actually. i think i can,” mark hummed, pretending to ponder his options. “there’s many different ways. i could post it on a website, you know. title it ‘young whore gets railed by her own professor.’ or i could send it in the team group chat and let them do all the heavy lifting.”

you fell down to your knees, tears in your eyes as you crouched before him and begged, “mark, please. i just wanted to get a good grade. i’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t show anyone. this will ruin me.”

that piqued mark’s interest. “whatever i want?”

you bobbed your head, wiping tears from your face with the back of your hand, and traveled your hand up his leg as you realized he was already pathetically hard. “is there anything i can… help you with?”

mark sat at the edge of his bed, grunting, “take a wild guess.”

you knew what that meant, lifting your hands to remove his pants. mark helped you take off his underwear, bundling at his ankles with the rest of his clothes. his hard cock stood thick against his stomach, desperately angry too, just like the rest of him.

mark watched you lick a stripe down your hand before grabbing his cock in your fist, stroking him up and down. after imagining this moment for a thousand days and a thousand nights, his bare cock in your skilled hands, his dreams were finally becoming a reality. there were many times in the months that mark had been silently aching for you that he fisted his own cock, pretending it was you.

“fuck,” mark groaned, eyes closing.

part of him was in disbelief. this whole time, all it took was a little blackmail to get you on your knees for him? had he known that, mark would’ve done this a hell of a lot sooner.

then, you darted your tongue around his slit, bringing it down to lick at his shaft and tongue his balls. mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and locked it in place behind your head, not only to keep it out of your face, but to have something to anchor himself with when he felt as if he was going under.

and with your experience, that would happen a lot of times.

it was almost like you were pulling out all of the stops to convince him not to circulate that video of you, and judging from the desperate look in your eyes, mark pieced together that it may have not been too far from the truth. he wondered how many other guys had seen you truly desperate, not just the little shows you put on to get your way. you treated men like toys and the world like your personal playground, where boys were your subjects to bend and twist however you pleased, because you took your power from making them need you.

but mark was certain that he was the first to have the upper hand over you, something you didn’t have leverage over. everybody knew of your sexcapades with boy after boy, but only because they were always verbally spread. never had anyone seen physical proof of these little trysts, other than your little limps when you got fucked too hard.

mark wanted that. he didn’t want anyone to see your body so exposed, but he wanted everyone to know that he’d finally conquered you, and he wanted you to be unable to deny it. he wanted to fuck you so vigorously that you wouldn’t even be able to walk for the next couple of days.

you could keep a secret if you really wanted to. given the amount of times he had tutored you for a number of different courses, he was certain that doyoung couldn’t have been the only professor you fucked. having a brain just wasn’t something little whores like you were good at. mark would take good care of you if you kept pleasing him like this, and only him. you would never need another man as long as you had him to do your bidding.

there was a lewd, wet sound when you finally sucked mark’s cock into your mouth, followed by a shaky exhale of your name coming from his end. he yanked at your hair just a little, met with a muffled noise against his cock. “fuck, you’re so good at this,” mark hissed.

you only hummed because there was nothing that you could say with the tip of his dick hitting the very back of your throat. your mouth was so warm, so wet, mark couldn’t help but utter a string of profanities, stammering, “fuck,” over and over again. when you were in the picture, his genius brain couldn’t function, especially not enough for a broad vocabulary.

while one hand was tangled in your hair, mark kept his other hand bunched at his sheets, gripping them for dear life. yours were at his thighs, supporting you while you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, your pretty lips tight around his cock. his roommate wasn’t supposed to be back for a few hours and mark hoped it stayed that way, because he planned on taking his time with you.

too many months had been spent pining lostly for you, amounting to nothing in your life and hardly even being spared a glance in his general direction. for a few hours at the very least, he had you all to himself, and he was going to make sure that when you left, you would never forget him.

after he was done collecting his long overdue, much-needed apology in the form of your mouth bringing him to climax. and it wouldn’t be long before you finished him, because mark could feel himself inching closer and closer to climax the longer you warmed his size.

he started to rock his cock into the back of your throat, ruining the careful pace you’d set and grabbing a hold of the reins, fucking your mouth however he liked. you took it eagerly, struggling, but eager nonetheless.

your grip on his thighs tightened, as if you would slip away from the force of his erratic thrusts against your poor mouth. you knew your throat was going to be so hoarse by the end of it all and mark would fold the second he heard your weak voice.

the chants of your name and deep curses got louder, more repetitive as mark continued to use your mouth to get off. you started to gag, but the feeling, combined with the misty look in your eyes, did nothing but encourage mark’s movements and spur him on.

his pace got rougher. the clasp on your hair was unrelenting. his thrusts lost all rhythm, sporadic as they could ever be, until you heard the anticipated prolonged stretch of, “shit,” and all his movements came to a complete standstill. his cum painted the back of your tongue and you made your best effort to swallow it all, gulping it back as quickly as it came. literally.

when he released your hair, you pulled back, your chest heaving while you watched mark try to blink the dazed look out of his eyes. you were the first girl to give him head and it enraged him to think that jaehyun had a similar experience in the back of his car, because though you were the first mark ever had, he was also certain that you would be the best.

your eyes were widened and you played coy, asking demurely, “did i do okay?”

“fuck,” was all that mark could say, back dropping against the mattress. you’d officially sucked the soul of him. 

that was answer enough. you wiped some remaining drops of semen from your mouth with the back of your hand and rose from your knees. mark had your entire future at the palm of his hands right now and you were completely at his mercy, so you figured it was in your best interest to be meek. “is there anything else i can do, markie?”

mark scanned you with his eyes, observing you from head to toe. your voice was definitely a little raspy from how far he had shoved himself down your throat and he loved every second of it. all the proof that you’d taken him.

you gasped out when mark grabbed you by the throat and whipped you onto the mattress, hovering over you. you got whiplash from how jarring it was. you were accustomed to the shy, reticent mark that couldn’t even look you in the face for too long without spluttering. “you’ve done enough,” mark said. “just lie here and stay still.”

you bobbed your head, in no position to complain. he could ruin your life and your professor’s in just a few clicks, and that was enough to terrify you into compliance, although you didn’t express how genuinely fearful you were.

mark released your throat, crawling between your legs. you were wearing this tiny fucking miniskirt and it made him so horny he got sick. the audacity of you to walk around like this, turning heads and turning people on. you instinctively spread your thighs for him, a gesture that made mark scoff, and he hardened again at the sight of your damp thong.

fuck, you must’ve really wanted him, too. just sucking dick got you aroused like that? of course, it did. you were the biggest fucking slut the campus’s ever known.

“shit,” mark whispered, touching you through your panties. you were his fantasy.

mark slipped your thong to the side, just wanting to stop and marvel at the sight of your pussy before he stuffed you full of his cock and went to town. your panties, damp as they were, kept clinging to your skin. your folds were wet and he couldn’t help but want a little taste, basking in the noise you let out when he started to lick at your pussy.

all he could hear was your airy breathing and the sound of him tonguing your cunt while your thighs tried to squash his head. he even didn’t mind it. the only thing mark cared about in that moment was savoring the taste of you.

“mark-ie,” you moaned, threading your hands through his hair.

the sound of you calling out his name, that fucking nickname you loved to taunt him with, made his cock throb and twitch against the side of his bed. you were just so enticing.

“gonna fuck you now,” mark announced, separating from your cunt.

you whined, “hurry.”

you were raising your hips, impatiently waiting to feel his touch on your skin again. mark was quick to line himself up at your entrance, steering his hard cock deep inside your cunt with one thrust. you cried out that stupid fucking nickname again while he watched with fascination how you swallowed him whole.

your pussy felt just as warm as your mouth, but tighter. mark couldn’t wrap his head around how you squeezed him, kneading his cock, wet little noises coming from your cunt with every motion of his hips. you were better than anything he could have ever imagined and this was just the beginning.

“you’re so much bigger than i thought,” you whispered, intending to keep the little confession to yourself, but it was out before you could put a lid on it.

that was conflicting to mark. on the one hand, it enraged him to a capacity beyond being fathomable. you thought he was small? but on the other, it confirmed that you did think about him, and it gave him such an ego boost to know that you thought he was big.

mark couldn’t help but ask, “am i bigger than professor kim?”

“thicker,” you exhaled, breathless. 

mark would take it. he wanted so badly to be unforgettable. you never returned to your little playthings after you’d had your fun with them. he wanted to be the one you couldn’t resist crawling back to, the one that made you feel so much ecstasy that you couldn’t find anything like him anywhere else.

it was over once mark found his pace, fucking into you with a steady rhythm. his hands had a borderline bruising grip at your thick hips, fingers finding purchase there. his airy whines were so cute and his breathy grunts were so deep, both of which had you tightening uncontrollably.

it drove mark past the threshold of insanity. he was so angry that you hadn’t given yourself to him sooner, that he was only now getting a slice of what should’ve been his eons ago.

as soon as tomorrow, you would probably be on another dick, moaning another man’s name, and he couldn’t stand the fucking mental picture he got. his only option was to take out all his pent-up frustrations on you. given that you were the root of them, the direct cause of the ache and rage broiling inside his chest, it was only reasonable and fair.

“gonna make you mine,” mark said, the pleasure spreading through him so badly that he couldn’t help but stammer.

you didn’t miss a beat. “i’m already yours.”

mark howled, feeling as if he started to sweat harder just from you uttering those three words. it was pathetic how effortlessly you could wreck him, and you were so aware of your power, so cocky. he would allow it. as long as he got what was his, all else failed to matter.

matter of fact, mark failed to think of anything that wasn’t in regard to you. he had a thousand different problems in his life and all of them melted to the warmth of your touch, succumbing to the pressure pulsing around his cock. loans didn’t matter. his stupid fucking roommate didn’t matter. none of his assignments mattered. when it came to you, mark got tunnel vision.

there was pleasure etched across your face and mark loved every inch of it. he loved that he was making you feel as good as he felt. you couldn’t even deny it. you were the opposite of still, the one thing he told you to do, but again, he would allow it.

mark was so deep inside that it was probably mind-numbing. “markie,” you whimpered out, gasping for air. 

“mark,” he corrected with a growl, snapping the band of your thong against your skin. he was tired of that nickname. it felt infantilizing. he doubted that you called jaehyun jaehyunie.

you choked out, “mark.”

that was much better, but the damage was already done. mark was pissed. he’d been dreaming of how exactly he would fuck you ever since he watched that video of you and doyoung (of course, he couldn’t not watch you get railed into oblivion, no matter how much it irked him) and now that he was balls deep inside you, you were still finding ways to get on his nerves.

mark grabbed you by the throat again, making your eyes widen. his grip wasn’t crushing, he cared about you too much to really hurt you, but it was tight enough. “i don’t understand you,” he hissed. “you fuck a new guy almost every fucking day, whether it be for fun or because you owe them a favor, but ignore me. you ignore me, after everything i’ve done to help you.”

“i’m sorry, mark,” you rasped, grinding your hips against his.

“no the fuck you’re not,” mark snapped. “you know how i know you’re not? because you don’t care about anything but having that dumb pussy fucked. you’d rather die than have to use that brain.”

mark didn’t miss the way you whimpered and clenched around his dick, and if anything, it made him shake his head. he was fucking you brutally and yet you couldn’t help but get off like the little whore everybody knew that you were.

he lifted up your the tight tee you wearing, the one he could see your nipples through (mark tried to ignore this for both of your sake), and sucked your breast into his mouth. you moaned, placing a hand comfortably on his head while he sucked at your nipples.

and things stayed like that for a while, almost sweet, depending on who you asked. but the heat building to a peak in your stomach was only festering and you couldn’t control the whines that frequently escaped you.

“mark,” you called out. he didn’t budge, didn’t move from your chest. “mark, i’m so close.”

mark lifted his head at that, dragging, “shit.”

you needed to cum so badly. if he wanted you to beg, you would if that was what it took. “please make me cum, mark. please, make me cum…”

all mark did was curse and swear, and your eyes were on his face, watching every word part his delicate lips. you’d seen his face tense with pleasure and fell in love with the sight, like that itself was getting you there.

and it did. 

there was a final, loud cry of mark’s name when you climaxed, your eyes rolling back with pleasure and your fingers digging into the sheets.  mark had sat here so many times on this very bad, jacking off to the thought of you, and now he was getting you off. 

it was something straight out of his dreams. he couldn’t help but cum, grinding to a halt and unleashing his load inside of your pussy. he couldn’t stop himself from whining your name, grabbing onto your hips while you bled him dry of all of his cum for a second time. he always had more than enough for you.

for a moment or two, the two of you only stayed there. neither of you moved. his head rested against your chest, hearing and feeling your ragged breaths. when you finally remembered why you’d agree to all of this in the first place, you asked softly, “you aren’t going to show anyone, right?”

mark shook his head, murmuring into your neck, “your secret’s safe with me.” for now.

you released a little breath, which felt easier now, despite the weight on your chest. 

when mark at last pulled out, he slipped your panties back in place, preventing his cum from leaking out of your cunt where he patted you with two fingers. “keep it there,” he said, stern.

you blinked, but the gaze in his eyes said that he was purely serious. maybe someone would see you leaving his dorm with his cum drizzling down your legs.

and they would know who you belonged to. mark was getting hard again just thinking about staking his claim to you. she’s all the rage, he thought. and she’s all mine.

[chahnniesroom]

in sickness and in health

pairing: kim seungmin x female reader

summary: you're the most important thing in seungmin's life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you. it means that taking care of you when you're not feeling well comes naturally.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: a little bit of angst, sickness (fever, feeling nauseous, etc.)

a/n: partially inspired by me being ill at work and my amazing coworkers taking care of me and making sure i didn't faint lol.

till death do us part collection | read it on ao3 | masterlist

Seungmin loves being an idol. 

He loves to sing and performing in front of Stays always thrills him. He loves the other members and really, everyone else that he gets a chance to work with. At times it can be stressful, but for the most part, it’s fairly easy to manage the downsides of being famous.

But when he started dating you, he found out that there are parts of being an idol that he hates.

He always thought that he'd be different from a lot of idols and wouldn't be afraid to show his partner off. The second he met you though, he knew he'd do anything and everything in his power to keep you safe. You understand, of course, and do your part to make sure that only your closest friends and family are aware of who you're dating.

It pains Seungmin to do this, but he knows nothing good can come out of your identity being known.

The two of you are more than careful, sometimes Seungmin feels silly with how cautious he is about meeting up with you. Yet somehow his heart always feels like it will beat out of his chest whenever he sees articles that speculate about idol relationships.

You do your best to stop him from stressing, but it’s something that Seungmin can't quite shake. You're the most important thing in his life, of course his biggest fear would be losing you.

—

The first time his phone rings during a livestream with the whole group, Seungmin brushes it off. The caller ID says it's an unknown number and everyone he knows has been receiving a lot of spam calls and texts lately. 

He swipes away the notification and tries to focus on just reading comments when the same number calls back, a couple minutes later. He ignores it again, but on the third call, he nudges Chan’s knee beside him and subtly tilts his phone screen so that Chan can see. His phone is on silent so nobody watching the live should be able to tell that he's getting the calls, but the timing feels too coincidental for him not to be suspicious. 

"They keep calling," he says under his breath. 

"We'll get someone to look into the number later, just keep ignoring it," Chan advises quietly.

Seungmin takes a quick screenshot of the number, then tries to get back into the conversation to distract himself. The next time he looks down at his phone again, someone is once again calling him.

Seungmin almost reflexively rejects the call, until he realises it's your nickname flashing up on his screen.

You generally don’t call Seungmin without warning, especially not during the day when there’s a higher chance that Seungmin won’t be able to readily answer.

[sent - 3:12 pm]

sorry baby, working right now, can it wait?

His stomach drops when you just call again in response. He doesn’t want to alarm any of the members or the fans when he doesn’t know what’s going on, but he has a bad feeling about this. He once again flashes his phone to Chan briefly and leans in close.

“I want to take this, I don’t know why she’s calling, but something doesn’t seem right.”

Chan bites his lip, obviously torn for a second, before he seems to make up his mind.

“We’ve been live for almost 20 minutes, give me one second and we’ll end it so that you can talk to her, yeah?” Chan puts a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder and squeezes it tightly for a moment before clapping his hands together, effectively ending the conversation that the rest of the members were having.

Seungmin makes himself smile as they all say goodbye, but it's obvious that it's forced.

Even though the live ended as quickly as possible, Seungmin still has 2 new missed calls by the time he’s found himself an empty room to use.

"Hello?"

"Uhm hello, is this Min?" a man asks hesitantly. His voice is unfamiliar and it scares Seungmin. The only thing that brings a little bit of comfort is knowing that you’re careful to never call Seungmin by his full name when talking about him with friends or coworkers, you even have his contact information set as a nickname.

"Who is this?" he asks instead. “Where’s Y/n?”

"My name is Hyunwoo, I work with Y/n-ssi. I’m very sorry for interrupting you, but Y/n-ssi said that you were one of her emergency contacts. We tried to call with another number previously, but weren’t able to reach you."

“Sorry, I generally do not answer calls from unknown numbers. Is Y/n okay?” Seungmin swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. “Can I- can I please speak to her?”

“She’s just not feeling well and needs to go home. She’s resting in another room, but I can get her, one moment please.” 

There’s a bit of background noise, the sound of footsteps, murmuring, then finally, your voice.

“Minnie?” you ask, sounding groggy. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I know you were working today.”

“Hey baby, it’s okay. You don't have to worry about me. You know that you’re more important than work to me right? I’m glad you got them to call me. How are you doing?”

“I'm tired. I'm okay, just, I was feeling light-headed and have a headache so I can't work. Hyunwoo said he thinks I have a fever.”

“Okay, I’m going to pick you up and bring you home then. Just continue resting until I get there. I'll see you soon.”

Seungmin doesn’t know what he’d do without the other members. As soon as he finishes explaining the situation to them, they’re already calling a car and working out schedules so that there aren’t any problems.

—

Hyunwoo eyes Seungmin carefully when they first meet, likely due to the face mask and hat he's wearing. When Seungmin removes the mask and shakes Hyunwoo’s hand, he's relieved when he doesn't appear to recognise him. It's not exactly a surprise, men are generally less likely to follow k-pop groups and Seungmin hardly looks like an idol when he's barefaced and in the jeans and t-shirt that he wore for the live.

“Thank you for calling me, Hyunwoo-ssi,” Seungmin says. “Sorry I didn’t pick up at first.”

“It’s okay, Min-ssi. Y/n-ssi mentioned that your work might make you difficult to contact.” Seungmin appreciates that Hyunwoo doesn’t make any attempt to pry further.

“And thank you for taking care of Y/n.”

“It’s not a problem. Y/n-ssi is a pleasure to work with and we all want her to get better as quickly as possible. Come with me, I’ll bring you to her.”

You’re lying in a small meeting room that has all the lights off and blinds drawn. The table and chairs have all been shifted to the side to fit a yoga mat that has been laid out. You squint up at Seungmin from under a mis-match of jackets with your head resting on a pillow that matches the couches that were in the reception area of your office.

“Minnie?” Your voice is soft and a little bit confused.

“Yes, it’s me, Y/n. How’re you feeling?”

Seungmin rushes to your side, crouching on the carpet so that he can cup your cheek. Your skin is flushed and hot to the touch. You reach out a hand and he clasps it tightly with his free hand.

“Mm, I wanna go home.”

“Let’s go home then.”

The company car is still parked outside of your office building, close enough that you insist on walking yourself. Seungmin tries not to hover, but he makes sure to keep his arm looped around your waist so that you don’t stumble. The drive back to your place is fairly short, but when Seungmin glances over you’re looking unwell. Maybe it’s just the dim lighting from the backseat, but you look paler than usual and your eyes are closed.

“You feeling okay?” Seungmin asks, squeezing your hand.

“A bit nauseous,” you murmur.

“We’re almost there, just take a few deep breaths through your nose for me.”

Even though it's only a few minutes before they pull onto the street that you live on, it feels like forever. Seungmmin tries to keep you preoccupied by rubbing circles into your palm. Instead of trying to help you out of the car and into your apartment, Seungmin thanks the company driver and opts to just carry you all the way in. 

He helps to change you out of your work clothes and tucks you into your bed. You link your fingers together and protest when Seungmin attempts to leave your side.

“I promise I'll be back in a second, I just want to get some things to help you feel better, okay?” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You agree, but reluctantly.

Seungmin tries to stay quiet as he rummages around your apartment, gathering some medicine, a thermometer, a glass of water, and some crackers. Next he dampens a face cloth and brings everything to your bedside table, folding up the cloth and laying it across your forehead. 

He supports you in sitting up slightly to take your temperature, brushing his fingers through your hair as you wait for enough time to pass. You lean into his touch slightly, humming in pleasure when Seungmin switches to giving you a light head massage. When the thermometer beeps, it confirms what Hyunwoo suspected, you have a low grade fever.

“You have a bit of a fever,” Seungmin tells you, keeping his voice low. “Do you feel up to having some water and medicine? It'll help you feel better, I think.”

“Okay,” you say, taking the pills that Seungmin hands you and swallowing them with a bit of water.

“Do you want to rest some more now? I want you to stay hydrated so I can make broth for you or get juice.”

“Do you have another schedule? You don't have to stay and take care of me.”

“I don't have to, I want to. And what did I say earlier? Don't worry about me. I'm not missing anything important.”

“So you are missing something,” you insist, your stubbornness making itself known. Seungmin can't help but find it endearing, especially the way that your bottom lip juts out to form a pout.

“Just vocal lessons. I already know how to sing, so it’s fine. Innie had his scheduled for tomorrow, the two of us are going to swap.”

“Oh,” you say, apparently satisfied by that.

“See, nothing to worry about. Now, what did you want? Broth or juice?”

“Broth,” you decide. “But that means you'll have to leave again. I don't want to be alone.”

Seungmin hesitates for a moment before reaching for something resting on the side of your bed.

“You won't be alone, Daengmo will keep you company, okay?”

Seungmin had gifted the stuffed dog to you the first time he had gone abroad after the two of you had started dating, even though it was only to Japan. You had insisted that he keep it at first, knowing how fond he was of the toy, but he had convinced you that it would prevent you from missing him whenever he was away.

“M'kay,” you say sleepily, wrapping your arms around Daengmo.

“You can close your eyes while I'm gone and I'll be back before you know it.”

“I'm not tired,” you say, although even in the dim lighting Seungmin can see that your eyes are starting to droop. “I'm going to stay awake until you come back.”

“Whatever you say,” Seungmin replies.

He leaves your room, closing the door behind him quietly, and heads towards the kitchen.

Seungmin prepares a couple of pots to make you soup. The first he prepares with some ingredients to make a simpler version of a ginseng chicken soup. He knows it'll take a while to cook though, so he adds water, powdered chicken broth, and ginger to the second. Within a few minutes, the clear broth is ready to serve.

Seungmin scoops a portion of it into a mug and slips an ice cube in so that you won't burn your mouth trying to drink it. He makes his way back to your room as quickly as he can, but careful to avoid the liquid sloshing over the sides.

When he eases the door open, he's greeted with the side of you with your eyes closed, clutching Daengmo tightly. Your breaths are deep and even, although you stir slightly when he sets the mug down on your nightstand.

“I'm here now," he reassures you quietly. “You just keep resting.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say in a small voice.

“Of course, I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[luveline]

eddie idea for shy friday! reader who is into the same music as eddie & has a similar aesthetic but not the confidence that is associated with it, and maybe eddie takes the initiative to interact with her because she’s nervous to do so? :)

thank you for your request! eddie x shy!fem!reader ♡

Some metalheads are super loud and some aren't. Eddie knows guys who've been in the scene longer than he's been alive who barely talk about it. He doesn't really need you to be loud about what you love to get the message. 

For starters, you look fucking sick. Your hair, the makeup, toned down but undeniably influenced by all the greats, Joan and Chrissie and Kim Gordon. You dress in simple stuff like he does, though you usually swap dark jeans for skirts with pretty, shiny studs and tights with ladders climbing your thighs. He's been meaning to try his luck with you for ages, but he hadn't wanted to do it while you were working —he has a funny feeling that behind the bar is the last place you want to be asked out. 

It's his good fortune that he finds you in a record store in Indianapolis. He does a double take, thinking he's seeing some other pretty girl in black. It wouldn't be uncommon here. 

But there you are, sorting through classic rock records with a darling mildness about you. Unhurried, always so quiet. He kind of really loves that about you, the delicate way you move and the unassuming curve of your lips. 

He decides to just go for it. In and out. 

"Hey," he says, trying to be a normal guy. It comes out a teeny tiny bit too loud. "Fancy seeing you here. Are you looking for something?" 

Eddie's no master in girls but he understands body language pretty well, and feels guilty at the shift of your legs, one thigh pressed to another as you lean back. 

"Hey," you say, "um, no, I'm just looking around." 

"That's a good one," he says, nodding at the vinyl between your fingers, Sad Wings of Destiny. "I love Judas Priest." 

You put the record down, and he worries for a split second that you're gonna bolt out the door, and he's acting like a creep, but you grab the zip on your jacket and pull it down to your navel. 

You're wearing a Judas Priest t-shirt with a rip just under the soft valley of your chest. "Me too… You're Eddie." 

"I am," he says, a little surprised that you know him, but trying to be suave. "I guess I'm at The Hideout too much if you know me before I've introduced myself." 

"I–" You clasp your hands together against your stomach. "I've wanted to talk to you, tell you that I like the band… you remind me of Judas Priest, actually. You know, 'cause you and your second guitarist, you're a twin assault." 

His jaw drops dramatically. "Are you flirting with me?" 

It's the worst thing he could've said. You swallow, and he's about to take it back, make a joke about his huge mouth, but you smile gently. 

"Maybe," you say. "Is that… okay?" 

"Girl like you?" Eddie gives you his smoothest smile, his eyes half-lidded as he looks down at you. "Beautiful, it's more than okay."

You bite your lip, turning your smile back to the bin of vinyls.

"Are you busy? Maybe you could help me find something specific?" he furthers. 

You don't look at him, but you nod. It's a great start. 

Eddie doesn't have a record in mind, so he names the most obscure one he can think of and feels it like a punch when your eyes light up in recognition. You find it quicker than he thinks you will, you know exactly where it'll be, and he scrambles to drag it out. He hasn't even started on what he wants to ask you, what you like doing outside of work, if you did your hair yourself, if you're free Friday night. 

"Uh," he says eloquently, "are you busy? You're a mastermind, and there's a couple of other LPs I wanna check out that I'm too dumb to find myself." 

And that's how Eddie spends 137 dollars in forty-five minutes. He learns your details through stacks and shelves, revelling in your shy answers, and how hard you laugh at his cheesy jokes. 

You wince as they ring him up in sympathy. He starts to regret his decisions, but you slow in front of the door and look at him through your lashes. 

"Did you wanna get coffee?" you ask. 

"Yes," he says immediately, his jaw aching in the effort it takes not to grin like a fool, until he remembers himself. "Or, I would. I don't think I can afford it." 

You smile gently. "My treat." 

He's so entranced, he forgets he's broke. 

[hobicakess]

PLAYING DANGEROUS — (teaser)

summary: It's been almost three years since Jack in the box was caught, and no one could make him talk. No one knew his story, and what drove him to become the monster he was today. That is until you're assigned your first story. What makes you so lucky?

rating: 18+ (I'm not your mother you're in control of what you consume)

pairings: Journalist!Reader x Criminal!JungHoseok x CEO!Kim Namjoon x Detective!MinYoongi.

warnings: smut murder, blood and gore, Jack In The Box Hobi, corruption, workplace abuse, yandere characters, possessive/obsessive behavior, dubcon, short hair namjoon (yes that's a warning), black/plus sized coded reader, violence from every single aspect, police brutality, mircoagression towards woc, lawyer kim seokjin, maknae helping cause chaos, manipulation, drugs and addiction, unhinged serial killer hobi (joker vibes tbh) , yoongi hates his job, namjoon loves his job (he gets to piss you off everyday)

authors note: howdy hotties! this fic was heavily inspired by this post, i don't think it'll be 30 chapters but something about it just spoke to me and itched my writer brain. even though the mc is black coded anyone can read ofc!! I can't wait to write for this series. if you'd like a tag pls comment below. Reblogs are appreciated and check out my other works (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

part one

There was a manic laughter that echoed through the new station. The giggles caused shivers and goosebumps to pass through everybody in the building simply because that laughter was familiar. The sounds were admitting from the little black box that sat on your desk. In horror you and your peers that happened to be close by watch the little black clown that popped from graffiti painted the box swing animatedly back and forth. Everyone in Korea knew this clown and what it meant.

“Mr.Kim is not seeing anyone right-” you push the secretary out your way causing her to stumble on her kitten heels and she watches you stomp your way into her bosses and yours office. The door opens wide slamming against the wall causing the booksvon the shelves to tremble, some even tumbling to the floor.

There he sat Kim Namjoon. He stared at you with his eyebrow raised. Some of the buttons of his black dress shirt were unbuttoned, the glass at his side was filled with brown liquid and even more books and papers laid out messily on his desk. .

With as much force as you could you throw the giggling box at him. The impact smacking him hard on the chest but with his build you were sure that it didn't do a thing. He held it in his hands flipping it over clicking an unknown button, shutting the gut wrenching sound shut off.

“ You told me if I took this story I'd be safe,*

Namjoon sighs as if you were speaking nonsense and not about life or death. “Let's be clear here you agreed to take this story when I only simply suggested it. Besides what makes you think Jack sent this?” He was right.

Maybe your coworkers thought I'd be funny to freak you out a little more since taking on the Clown killer case, still it was a sick joke that you didn't really find funny.

“Jack is locked in a maximum security prison surrounded by guards, and guns. He's not getting out anytime soon.”

The door swung open again and there stood his assistant. “Mr.Kim turned the news on!”

Grabbing the remote he clicks on the TV that was mounted on the wall of his office. The screen lights up showing a familiar smoking building. Your heart began to speed up in rhythm as you stare at the headline

Serial killer Jack In The Box escapes from Hangsang Maximum security prison

The screen flicks again to the dark red writings on the wall that used to be his cell.

‘See you soOn honey bunches 🃏’

And that was the last thing you saw before you tumble to the ground.

©hobicakesss , please don't repost or steal my work. don't be a loser

[minminbunny]

2) if you're interested

Could you do a OT8 fic where the reader goes to her obgyn appointment for the readers annual checkup and such but the usual doctor isn't there and the usual doctor is a woman but she was out sick or smt and so the doctor gets someone in skz to take over her appointments depending on the time a different person gets an appointment so reader goes to the obgyn and gets informed of the changes but reader didn't have a choice so they stick to the appointment and whichever member gets the appointment does the checkup but halfway through the other members walk in during the check up and join in to help check up on reader and just ends up messy sex?

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Doctor AU - Doctor! Kim Seungmin/Doctor! Seo Changbin/Doctor! Han Jisung/Patient Fem! Reader

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"Miss, could you change into this," Seungmin said, gesturing to a thin piece of outerwear. You nodded, changing behind the curtain. Seungmin adjusted his glasses, "Get on top and position your legs respectfully. "Okay," you whispered, relaxing when you were set in a familiar appointment position. Seungmin tugged the gloves down his hands, a soft snap echoing in the room, "From your consultation, you've said that you notice your canal being too tight for masturbation, right?" he asked, sitting on the stool between your legs. You nodded, "Yes, I tried inserting two fingers like I normally do but the stretch stung," you admitted, trying not to be flustered.

Seungmin nodded, and he tore open a packet of lube, "May I? Let me know if it hurts," he said, gently parting your folds as your swollen clit peeks out from under the hood. You nodded, exhaling deeply, "Okay," you said, bracing for the intrusion. Seungmin eased his pinky finger, lightly thrusting in and out, "Does this hurt?" he asked, watching your expression. You shook your head, "No, I don't quite feel anything?" You questioned, trying to clench around the thing penetrating your hole. Seungmin hummed, easing his middle finger and curling it against the squishy walls of your cunt. You furrowed your eyebrows, "That feels good," you said, melting under his ministrations.

NSFW BELOW CUT

The office door swung open, and two doctors walked in. You instantly closed your legs, your heart pounding in your chest. Seungmin sighed, adjusting his glasses, "Doctor Han, Doctor Seo. What may be the problem?" he asked crossing his arms. Jisung walked up to you, and he ran his fingers through your hair, "Nurse Bang said you had a pretty patient," he said cooing at the fear in your eyes. Changbin nodded, putting on his gloves, "Doctor Han meant to say that you might need a little assistance," he said, patting your knee and placing your legs back in their original position. Jisung kissed your forehead, "If you need your safeword we'll stop immediately, princess," he reassured, worried you were actually scared. You exhaled shakily, remembering you were in a scene, "I will," you said, reassuring them before starting. Seungmin chuckled, spreading your legs further, "Now let's try to loosen up your tight hole, hm?" he said, easing his fingers back up your canal.

Changbin hissed, thrusting his cock within your fist, "Good girl, fuck your hand feels so good," he grunted, tossing his head back as you rubbed between his slit. Jisung hooked his arm around Seungmin's shoulder, "I'm so fucking close, Min. Are you?" he asked, pounding your cunt alternately with Seungmin's thrusts. "Yeah, hah, ah," Seungmin moaned, his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose. Jisung groaned, as he pressed the base of your tummy with his other hand, "Fuck!" he cried out, flooding your warm ribbed wall with his orgasm. Seungmin growled, his cock enveloped in Jisung's hot load and your fluttering walls, "Cumming, hah," he gasped, ejaculating right after.

Changbin's thighs quivered, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he babbled, squirts of white landing on your face and chest. You whined, clenching hard around their sensitive cock, "I haven't cum," you sulked, glaring at them through hooded eyes. Jisung chuckled, turning on a vibrator and placing it directly against your puffy clit, "Come on, princess. Gush around our messy cocks. Drip everywhere," he said, lazily thrusting his cock in and out of your pulsing walls. Seungmin groaned, leaning his head against Jisung's shoulder, "Hah, yes. Please cum for us, puppy" he said, drool dripping down the sides of his lips. You arched your back, eyes rolling back at the intensity of the vibrator stimulating your swollen puffy clit, "Hah, ah, hah!" you cried out, clenching hard enough to force their cocks out for your cunt as you came. The edge of the bed was slicked with orgasms and arousal. The floor was messy with sticky cum.

Chan walked in with a mop, "Did you have fun, baby girl?" he asked, chucking softly at the dopey clear smile on your face. You kissed Changbin's cockhead, "Ahm, lots of fun," you said, catching your breath

[songmingisthighs]

High End

group : ateez

pairing : hongjoong × model!reader

genre : smut

wc : 2.8 k

warning : explicit smut; oral (m receiving), alcohol consumption, degradation (??), unprotected sex (just no), hongjoong being cocky, mc being a filthy sub, bathroom sex ?, cum eating, idek man it’s confusing like there’s slight spit play ig? and like some pussy slapping, unrealistic depiction of sex. if your sex after this sucks pls don’t come at me. not my fault your partner is not kim hongjoong.

a/n : it’s ass oclock. literally the witching hour like 3.33 am. if i don’t make sense, i am not sorry. you are reading the horny thoughts of a delirious woman who just saw kim hongjoong dressed in balmain and suddenly she got inspired to write about this genre of hongjoong. it’s hongjoong. how can i not? any complaints should be addressed to my chinese lawyer. sue mi.

a/a/n : this is a repost of the first high end fic that somehow did nawt show up on any of the tags I'm seriously so sick of this

buy me coffee?

Kim Hongjoong is a powerful man and you know it.

You saw him when he was invited by Olivier Rousteing himself to get a sneak peek of the newest line. It was obvious to everyone there that Kim Hongjoong was a new face, he had never been seen in the fashion scene before and yet he suddenly appeared next to Olivier himself like they were old racquetball buddies. Honestly, it kind of seemed like Hongjoong was simply Olivier’s newest pet, a fascination of his worldly inspiration.

Or so you thought.

Kim Hongjoong easily commands any room he’s in no matter what he was doing. The first time you laid eyes on him was when he was being introduced to the venue owner. ‘Soft’ was the first thing you thought of him followed by 'delicate’. You have never seen a man with such stature to seem inviting yet absolutely forbidden. There was this aura building simply by him smiling at people and making small talk. There was a moment where your eyes met and you swore you saw a glint in his eyes that seemed… possessive. Your model friends told you to pay him no mind but even as you were called to disrobe and do final touches backstage, your eyes didn’t leave him. Neither did he on you.

Throughout the show, through wardrobe changes, you notice that Hongjoong too experienced some changes of his own. He was eyeing you in a way that was rather different than when you both first laid eyes on each other. The outfit the stylists put on you felt almost like nothing under Hongjoong’s gaze. You convinced yourself that he was eyeing the material and the styling or even the makeup but no, he was practically undressing you. Your assumption was further supported when you saw how his gaze shifted from the model who went before you to you. His rounded orbs that peeked from his sunglasses slanted, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth, his crisp suit showed a noticeable rise of his chest that remained until you turned around, and when you reached the end to strike one last post, you saw him ducking his head to watch you as he let his sunglasses slid down his sharp nose and licked his bottom lip.

So obviously when Olivier brought him over to introduce him to you, you couldn’t help but be intimidated. But when Olivier said that Hongjoong was intrigued with you, you felt your toes curl and your breath hitch. It was even worse when he took your hand gently and planted a soft kiss on the back. The motion was slow and steady as if he was appreciating every minuscule welcome of his gesture from you. Electric shocks coursed through your body from the spot where his lips lingered just a tad bit too long. Not that you were complaining though, you liked the feeling when he made contact. For some reason, the littlest touch felt addicting, it left the spot he touched with a warm sensation that you craved even seconds after it was over. Not only that, but the way he spoke was alluring. Of course, he tried speaking English to you and Olivier, and while it was good enough for you to understand, his manager took over and helped translate. All this time you thought French was the sexiest language but apparently you were wrong because suddenly Hongjoong’s aura changed once he was in his element. That room was his element and you couldn’t peel your eyes off of him, it was as if you were in a trance. You hadn’t even realized that Olivier excused himself and Hongjoong to attend to the guests, wanting Hongjoong to meet some of the people from Balmain itself. While Olivier simply turned and walked away, Hongjoong took a step towards you, tucked your hair behind your ear and smiled a devilishly gentle smile.

“I hope to see you soon.”

Though it was phrased like a request, you realized that it was very much a demand. With eyes that dropped to the hand he kissed, he looked back up to you and left with a not-so-subtle wink.

Had anyone else seen the both of you interacting, they would’ve immediately tried to cut the sexual tension with a sword and they would’ve done it so easily. Kim Hongjoong is a powerful, influential man who knows a lot of things that are in his element. But what he knows most is what he wants and moreover, he knows how to get what he wants. You hadn’t even realized that he slipped something into your hand until you looked at it.

A room key.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It wasn’t clear how it happened, it wasn’t clear when exactly it happened. But you found yourself between Hongjoong’s manspreading legs in the bathtub, sucking his cock as he took sips of his Moet messily. Droplets of the bittersweet liquid fell from the corners of his lips down to your face and into your busy mouth. The taste of his precum mixed with expensive alcohol somehow made your head swirl as if you were experiencing a drug-induced high. You were never one to analyze the taste of cum, but you had a sneaking sensation that rather than the alcohol, it was Hongjoong’s cum that made the alcohol taste better. Maybe it was some sort of a drug, Kim Hongjoong that is, he was your drug. Through your heavy lids, you could see Hongjoong smirking down at you with maniacal ease playing on his lips, taunting your presence and your work. The golden liquid in the tall glass was swirled around to further emphasize the power he had between you. While it seemed like he wasn’t affected much by your greedy mouth trying to coax an orgasm out of him, the way his cock twitch inside your mouth said otherwise. You knew that having him was a good idea ever since you first laid eyes on it when Hongjoong oh-so-casually pulled the tie of his bathrobe to reveal his boner. Never have you been so attracted to someone’s genitals but you knew you just had to have that pretty thing in your mouth.

“You like this, don’t you? You’re enjoying yourself much more than I’m enjoying my cock between your lips,” he mocked. Usually, you wouldn’t appreciate being degraded like that, a sexual act in its own nature is explicit and dirty but somehow he made it sinfully pleasing. You couldn’t help but clench at how he was talking down at you, mocking you for being desperate for him. His chuckle sent a wave of vibration that reached your tongue, “I can see your cunt clenching at nothing. Do you really want me that bad? Do you like my cock that much?” he taunted. The fact that the bathtub was facing a window alluded you momentarily, you were so focused on sucking off Hongjoong that the whole world almost literally blurred away.

For Kim Hongjoong and Kim Hongjoong only, you were nothing but a toy that he could collect and play with however he wanted. But you had no issue with it as upon realization, Hongjoong is a man who appreciates art. Whatever he does has a meaning and the meaning is more often than not uniquely beautiful. To be the art that he possesses to appreciate, was like the highest honour you could ever reach.

The more you tasted him, the hungrier you were. As your head bobbed to take more of him, wanting to get him to cum on your tongue so you could selfishly guzzle his juice for yourself. “Greedy, greedy girl,” he said almost in a disappointed manner as he ran his hand down your hunched back down as far as he could reach, “How can something so beautiful be so sinful?” he sighed. Your mouth detached from his cock when you felt him drag his fingers from just above your ass and up. The feeling of his nails marking you ever so slowly was thrilling; your pussy dripped with arousal, mixing into the warm, soapy water, and your spine arched as goosebumps rose in the path that Hongjoong made. Had you not been kneeling on the tub, you would’ve definitely slipped and possibly injured yourself.

Hongjoong watched in awe as your face contorted in pleasure. He watched as your bottom lip trembled and eyebrows furrowed while your eyes shone with the help of the accumulating tears that gathered from the pleasurable sting. The only thing Hongjoong regret at that moment was how he couldn’t make a baroque painting out of your erotic expression. The lines forming on your face told all the emotions that you were feeling as if it was telling its own story and explaining the harmony. Looking south, your trembling breasts made your state somehow more precious; the stiff peaks looked so inviting but the fleshy mounds warned him to treat you delicately. In contrast to the night sky that served as a backdrop, you looked like a star in his eyes.

Without wasting time, Hongjoong slid into the tub, joining you in a kneeling position as he turned your body to face the window. The gleaming lights of Paris in the night framed the reflection of you with Hongjoong pressing his body tightly to your back. For a moment, you could feel the smooth head of his cock prodding around your pussy, collecting your arousal as if he wanted to collect them so as to not go to waste. Slowly and carefully, you felt Hongjoong’s arms making their way up your arms. Your face heated up when you felt him lift them and lock them behind his neck. “Keep them there. Can you do that for me?” Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of his hot breath and lips on your ear. This man truly knew what he was doing. Which was why he slapped your cunt when you didn’t give him an answer. “I was asking you,” he growled which made his chest vibrate on your back. With a nervous lick to your bottom lip, you meekly nodded, “Yes, sir, I can,” though you tried, you couldn’t hold the crack of your voice which thankfully Hongjoong found adorable so he didn’t even comment on it. “Good,” the hand that slapped your cunt stayed in its place with two of his fingers nestled between your nether lips comfortably. His other hand soon found purchase between your breasts to rest on your sternum. He must’ve felt how quick your heart was beating because he began grinding his cock on your cunt accompanied by his fingers tapping on your clit into the rhythm of your heartbeat. Even if you willed yourself, and you did, you couldn’t help it when your hips jolted into the taps, wanting more stimulation from his fingers as your hole clenched, forcing some of your arousal to drip more to Hongjoong’s cock.

In one swift move, Hongjoong impaled you with his length. The sudden impact almost sent you reeling forward, hurtling even, had it not for Hongjoong’s surprisingly strong grip on your body. Each thrust from his hips sent your thighs trembling in pleasure and it was only intensified when his fingers decided to toy with your clit. Melodious grunts and moans on top of sensuous huff and puff of air should not be as erotic but Hongjoong managed to fill your head with his verbal affirmation of pleasure. Your senses were sent to overdrive while your perseverance was put to the test. Through each slip of your fingers or how your knees buckle, you tried to not falter. “God, Hongjoong,” you moaned, nearly squealing when Hongjoong pinched your clit rather harshly. The sudden treatment caused your body to shiver and it was to Hongjoong’s delight to see your breasts bouncing and legs trying to close.

If you think you were in a state of absolute bliss, Hongjoong was in a whole new plane of existence. He loved how responsive you were to his moves, the way your body sought more of him whenever he touched a new place. He loved how your skin felt against his. But nothing beats the feeling of staking a claim over a pussy, your pussy. Though you both just met, his ego managed to convince him that your pussy was made for him, it was melded to accommodate him and only him. He wondered how he could feel so amazing being in someone’s cunt. Obviously, there is pleasure, but anyone can feel pleasure from anything. Not everyone had the privilege of experiencing heavenly sinful bliss. It felt so right but so wrong at the same time because how was he supposed to live without being inside of you all the time after this? He never wanted to leave. Even if he does, he wanted to make sure to truly make you his.

“I’m going to make your pussy mine. I’ll make sure to leave part of me inside you,” he announced. Your heart skipped a beat, anticipating the absolute recklessness Hongjoong was about to do to you. Words never had such an effect on you but you love it, you love what Hongjoong was doing to you where he wanted to do it with you. The sound of sloshing water and also the feeling of being swayed by the movement of the water due to your activity felt organic, it felt natural. Droplets of water that splashed on your entangled bodies served to remind you of the reality that the rest of the world still existed. But it didn’t seem to matter. Not when you and he were so close to cumming.

Knowing that he didn’t want your hands to wander, you decided that your release was more important. Your right hand left its post to grab the Hongjoong’s hand that was nestled on your cunt. Before Hongjoong could protest, your now vacant left hand grabbed a handful of Hongjoong’s hair on the back of his head, instantly causing Hongjoong to gasp and roll his eyes into their socket. Meanwhile, you worked his hand on your clit, rubbing harsh circles on the abused bundle of nerve frantically. Your hips ground to chase the pleasure on your clit and to meet Hongjoong’s thrusts continuously until you were squealing, releasing your cum. As you rode the high or orgasm, your body tried to curl up on its own, your cunt had a vice grip on Hongjoong’s cock as your legs tried to snap shut. The pleasure was almost too much for you to handle that it started becoming painful. But the pain was too good, so addicting, you wanted more of it and you didn’t want it to stop. So through the pain, with Hongjoong’s other arm keeping you close, you enjoyed every bit of sadistic release.

Hongjoong tried to pump his cock as best he could despite the firm grip your cunt had on him. Thankfully, he managed to unload his seed in time, just as your hole began fluttering. The knowledge that he was making you his along with the sweet sensation of release were the two things Hongjoong could think about. On top of that, he also believed that he couldn’t get enough of it, especially the sight of your body twitching in front of him, decorated by the Parisian lights. It was a boost to his ego. Moreover, when you finally collapsed into the tub with your head resting on Hongjoong’s hip next to his softening cock, Hongjoong never felt more powerful.

In contrast to the activity you both just went through, Hongjoong softly carded his fingers through your hair, gently so as to not cause tangles. The comforting gesture allowed you to close your eyes and enjoy the moment, though your lips decided to show some appreciation to the man by peppering kisses around his hips. “You did such a good job,” Hongjoong cooed affectionately, genuinely satisfied with what just happened. So much so that he took his glass that he abandoned on the tray by the tub to finish off his Moet.

You thought he just wanted to finish off the glass but you were wrong. Because the next thing you know, Hongjoong maneuvered your body to lean back on the tub as he leaned close to you. With his thumb, he gently coaxed your chin open and spit some of the alcohol into your mouth. Your eyes widened in surprise initially but the stern yet hopeful look in Hongjoong’s eyes made you swallow the liquid. The slight burn of alcohol was no match to the fire that burned in Hongjoong’s eyes when he saw how obedient you were. Once you opened your mouth to show that you had indeed swallowed the mixture of his spit and alcohol, Hongjoong wasted no time in pressing his lips wholly on yours. The rest of the alcohol in his mouth dripped down to yours, some you welcome down your throat and some dribbled down the sides of your mouth down to your chin and further down, creating a trail to your cleavage. With a last pat to your spent cunt that was leaking his cum underwater, Hongjoong smirked to your lips, “Such a good job indeed.”

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“Well that was dramatic,” Buck said to break the awkward silence.

They had just got home from the hospital. It was a total false alarm, Eddie was fine, but whilst he was off getting every test under the sun done, his life blew up in the waiting room.

First his parents came, with Chris in tow. And everything was fine, Buck was chatting to them, everyone was just trying to remain calm. Until somehow the topic turned more sombre, and they were discussing what would happen if Eddie really was sick. And well, one thing led to another, and Eddie’s will was brought up, and Helena Diaz lost it.

Then Marisol rushed through the doors, asking them what happened.

Which was odd, because Eddie had been on a date when they all got the call that something had happened.

Then the ghost of Shannon Diaz walked in. The woman Eddie had been on a date with when he was rushed to the hospital.

All hell broke loose.

The group had marched to Eddie’s room, demanding explanations. Buck held on to Chris who was looking a little green himself. This was not his place. He could ask Eddie what the fuck he was thinking and why he didn’t talk to him later.

And this was that later.

Eddie gave a half laugh and sunk into the chair at his dining table. “That’s one word for it.” He rested his chin in his palm, but Buck could see he was shaking.

“What’s going on, Eddie?” Buck asked softly. “Talk to me, please.” He held up his hands, palms facing Eddie. “No judgement, I promise. I’m not exactly in the position to, anyway.”

Eddie shook his head. “You got drunk and kissed someone else once. I lied… to everyone I know, for weeks.”

“O-OK, but why?”

He took a deep breath, gaze pointed to the left of Buck’s head. He hadn’t looked him in the eyes since the hospital.

“I guess… I wanted to live in the delusion a little longer. That somehow I’d found Shannon again, that I had that magic back, instead-” He abruptly cut himself off.

And Buck guessed he could understand. Because cheating on his girlfriend aside, everyone would have told him what a bad idea dating Kim was. Because she wasn’t Shannon. She looked a creepy amount like her, but she acted nothing like her. And it wasn’t fair to her to just be a replacement. 

Buck wondered if that was what Eddie had been doing with every relationship since Shannon died.

“Eddie, what you had with Shannon… you’re never going to have that again.” Eddie began to protest, and Buck cut him off. “But that’s OK. It’s supposed to be different. There’s no one right way for a relationship to be. That doesn’t take away from what you had with her.”

The chair screeched against the floor, and Eddie jumped up. “It has to be! My kid needs a mom and I need a wife and-”

“OK, we both know that’s B.S.” Buck stood up, and held out his hands to Eddie’s shaking ones. Just in case he needed steadying. “That’s what has been drilled into your head as a kid-”

Eddie huffed and began walking to the living room. Buck followed.

“about what families are supposed to be, but you and I know that isn’t true!”

Eddie stopped and spun around, panic flashing in his eyes. “What other choice do I have? Because there’s what I want and what I can have. I can want Shannon, but I can’t have her. I can have someone safe and easy like Marisol, even if that’s not what I really want. Because believe me, there’s a lot I want but can't have!”

“Like Shannon? Eddie, if… if you think Shannon was it for you… then stop torturing yourself. Stop forcing things you think you need to have. And who knows? Maybe one day you will find someone you want again. But it’s not fair to the people you date or yourself to keep forcing a relationship.”

“This isn’t about Shannon!”

Buck blinked. Eddie’s chest heaved. Chris snored from down the hall.

“W- what?”

“I mean… a part of it is. A part of it always will be. But there are other…” Eddie waved his hands as he searched for the words, “things that I’ve realised I want, that I can’t have. So sue me for trying to recreate the one good relationship I was actually allowed to have.”

Buck swallowed and nodded, trying to follow along.

“Right, so there’s something else you want. Why not go for it? What’s stopping you?”

“I told you, I can’t.”

“Eddie, you deserve to be happy.” He said it softly, gently, like approaching a wounded animal, because he knew that Eddie didn’t quite believe it. “You deserve to be a little selfish, for once.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, I just did the selfish thing, and I think it ruined everything in my life.”

“You screwed up. Big time. But you haven’t ruined everything. Your parents will get over the will thing. Chris will forgive you. And you’ve still got all of us. The 118.” Buck smiled at him. “You’ve still got me.”

“Do I?” Eddie snapped, finally meeting his eyes.

And Buck… Buck felt like he’d been pushed back by the force of his words.“Of- of course you have me! I’ve got your back, remember? You’ve been the one pushing me away these last few weeks. Which is what you do when you’re hiding something. Now I know and we can get back to normal.”

Eddie stepped towards him, until they were close enough that Buck had to tilt his chin down ever so slightly to fully meet his eyes. His eyes that were now storming with something Buck couldn’t recognise. “What if I don’t want to get back to normal?”

“What do you m-”

One hand on his neck. One hand in his shirt. Lips. Lips against his. Kissing. Eddie was kissing him. Why was Eddie kissing him? They don’t do this. Eddie wasn’t into men. But then again, Buck didn’t think he was into men until Tommy.

Tommy.

Buck pulled away and stepped back. “What the hell?”

“You asked what I wanted.” Eddie gestured between them. “There’s your answer.”

“Me?”

“You.”

Buck’s brain felt like static. He couldn’t even begin to process the amount of feelings and thoughts and questions bouncing around his brain. He tried to grab them as they flew past, and after a solid 30 seconds of spluttering, he managed to ask, “Since- since when?”

Eddie shrugged, lighter than before. “Not sure, really. I didn’t figure it out until I was bleeding out on that street, reaching for you. I fell. My eyes were so heavy. I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay awake. So I looked for you, and I reached for you and I realised I was in love with you.”

“You’re-”

“Yeah.” Now Eddie’s started looking at him, he can’t seem to stop. Buck felt like he was suffocating under his stare. “I couldn’t have ever dreamt you up in my wildest dreams. You’re… everything I never allowed myself to want. And the life we’ve built? Our friendship? It means so much. I couldn’t ruin what we already had. So yeah, I dated Ana and Marisol and Kim because I can’t get over you or Shannon.” Eddie made an amused noise and briefly looked away from him. “Maybe if I could get over at least one of you I could be happy with someone else.”

The silence returned. Eddie was clearly waiting for Buck’s next reaction, but he still couldn’t think properly. He tried to process the last few minutes: Eddie kissed him; Eddie was in love with him; Eddie has known this since he got shot.

“Three years ago, Eddie. Why are you telling me now? I’m with Tommy! I’m happy with Tommy!”

There had been time. Maybe not right away, when he was still with Ana, and then Buck was with Taylor. But they were both single for months. Hell, Buck died and Eddie still didn’t think it was important enough to tell him. This is the time? Not when Buck was scrambling to find the secret to happiness? When he died? When he asked Eddie about being shot? Literally any of the countless days they had spent together?

“Because! Because I’ve already blown up everything else in my life! What do I have left to lose? Besides, would it have even made a difference?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know and I can’t know because I’m with Tommy.”

Because Buck could think all he liked about the opportunities Eddie had had before now, but he couldn’t begin to wonder what would have happened if he had taken them. Because then he wouldn’t have Tommy.

Tommy, who was so hot and cool and confident.

Tommy, who made Buck feel giddy and excited.

Tommy, who made him laugh and moan and scream.

Tommy, who changed his life.

(But didn’t Eddie do that too?)

“Look I can’t…” Buck ran a hand across his face. “I have to go. I can’t do this right now, and Tommy has been asking for an update about you, because he’s worried about you, because he’s your friend and-” Buck cut himself off, knowing he was probably driving the knife a little deep. Eddie knew how badly he’d fucked up. He knew it when he’d kissed him. Buck wondered if he even cared anymore.

“I’ll text you later, I just… I gotta go.”

He turned away before he could see Eddie’s reaction and walked out the door.

It was the last time he went through that door for a while.

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Together (IV)

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, bullet wounds etc.

Summary: When Kelly finds out, things only go further downhill. 

A/N: So things go a bit awry so I apologise heavily in advance. Hope you have fun with this lil one. Writing this helped get rid of biology stress.

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Everything happened so fast.

One second Will was saying how lucky Jay was as he groaned but let out a big sigh of relief when Will brought up a bullet in the tweezers grasp. Fortunately, Jay wouldn't bleed out and if time permitted, Will could probably stitch him up here.

Will was saying something about Jay's thigh being in decent condition before the three of you continued joking around, keeping the atmosphere light hearted despite the grim thoughts in the back of all your minds.

Then, all of a sudden, the basement door burst open with such a fury that you all flinched.

Several men came barrelling into the room, all dressed in black but only two of them looked familiar causing you to sweat in dread.

So much was happening that it was difficult to register.

In the corner of your eye, you could see several men restrain your older brothers despite their pain, holding them down tightly and not once moving as if their shouts didn't bother them.

Their shouts were desperate that it physically pained you to hear but it all of a sudden clicked that their shouts were directed towards you.

Your restrained self allowed not much movement but you tried anyways, pushing them off with your elbows and trying to wiggling your way out their hands.

You tried reasoning with them, giving empty promises, trying to bargain and even begging but it was useless.

The hate you had for the Murray brothers was increased tenfold as tears fell down your scarred face, a phone being propped out and facing you directly.

*****

Kelly was starting to get worried.

It'd been around less than half a shift since you left and according to his watch, you should've called him several hours ago.

To get out of his worrying thoughts, Kelly found himself doing his paperwork in the common room, hoping that the idiocy of firefighters would distract him.

It was beginning to work but then a notification went off and his first thought was that you were finally telling him you were still alive. Maybe his worrying was pointless afterall.

The smile on his face dropped in nanoseconds when he picked up his phone and there was no text message but a video instead. The video was of you, attempting to kick as you thrashed in two mens hold.

You were practically drenched in blood. The colour of your jeans you wore this morning and your half naked torso drowned in crimson made Kelly's heart lurch out of his chest.

Your screams of agony echoed out his phone and into the firehouse, putting everyone at a standstill. Your cries were very much audible, along with your breathless begging for them to stop; you had enough and couldn't handle it anymore.

The video ended with your screams blending in with the desperate shouts of two deep voices that Kelly couldn't help but recognise. Your pleads would forever scar your family, simply hearing it was enough to do so.

Kelly felt like being sick.

*****

Forensics were scattered all around the cabin, inside and out, leaving no rock unturned.

Time was ticking and they were soon going to lose daylight which would only make their jobs ten times harder.

Kim was jotting down a few notes on what a tech was relaying to her when her phone rang, the name not surprising her at all. "Hey Hailey, what do you have?"

"I've got Severide with me."

Hailey's words confused the brunette causing her to stand up straight and squint her eyes in confusion till she remembered that the two of you had been dating for the past two years.

"And?"

"He got sent a video four minutes ago."

Kim swallowed harshly. Such simple and vague words but she knew exactly what they meant. Looking over her shoulder, she jogged towards where the rest of the unit had huddled together after collecting all the physical evidence left behind.

"Sarge, I've got Hailey on."

"What's up?"

Before either female could reply, Kim received a notification and upon seeing what was attached, she already wanted the ground to swallow her up. She really was dreading what they were about to see.

Nothing was going to prepare her for what she saw nor what she was hearing.

Your bloodied and bruised body left no trace of your usual pale complexion. Your shouts turning into screams felt as though they vibrated through her being, her blood turning cold knowing her friend had been put through so much.

Screwing her eyes shut, she paused the video, refusing to see anymore of you in such a state. It was obviously clear as day that the rest of the unit felt the same way.

"I tracked the video and it's coming from here in Illinois, not Wisconsin." Hailey paused. "Trudy's got units on the 5 mile radius I was able to narrow down."

"Alright, we're coming back." Hank said, gesturing for everyone to get a move on. "Call us back as soon as you got something."

"You got it Sarge."

*****

Your breaths were shallow, eyes dim and body numbing further time went by.

Death sounded so sweet right about now.

Jackson and Ezra had their fun but upon announcing their hunger, they simply let you fall like a ragdoll onto the cold concrete before leaving without another word.

Before you could register their exit, you felt two pairs of hands coming to hold you up. On instinct, you began fighting them off even though it brought you immense pain and it took too much effort.

But, it was only Jay and Will. Gosh, they'd watched the entire thing unfold and they couldn't do anything about it.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." You repeated under your breath, voice hoarse and sounding like you were about to lose it anytime soon.

"Y/N, hey, don't be silly." Will comforted you, sitting you up, back against the wall so he could inspect just how much more damage was inflicted. "Don't be sorry- we're sorry."

"I've literally traumatised you guys with my stupid screaming." You pointed out, your tone flat as you pointed out the most obvious. Guilt was swallowing you up whole and all you wanted to do was drown in it.

"Y/N, you're in pain, you have every right to scream and cry." Jay retorted back, also pointing out that what you did didn't need to be justified. "If you didn't, I'd be worried for you."

"I wanna go home." You whimpered, fingers curling around Jay's hand as the pain you were enveloped in increased tenfold. You must've sounded like a little child but your bed and sleep sounded so good right about now.

And your older brothers could do nothing else but agree.

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꒰ ☕ ꒱ ┊: The Life Created (2)

- The First Trimester

↳ Various x FemReader

- The following characters are Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, and Vin Jin

ʚɞ ┊: Gun Park

↳ Every night I would wake up and run to the bathroom throwing up everything I ate that day, and Gun would always be next to me holding my hair.

Gun had quit smoking when he found out I was pregnant, he began to cook me meals and help out in any way he could.

When my breasts started to get tender and swollen, I felt a bit flustered, Gun reassured me that it didn't look bad.

He would often massage me, every part of my sore body.

There are times he would gently massage my sore and swollen breasts, he would place soft kisses on my neck and chest.

Gun would always make sure that I don't feel uncomfortable and would do anything to lessen the pain I would be feeling.

He was always by my side and would get me some snacks whenever I craved something to eat.

ʚɞ ┊: Goo Kim

↳ Goo had put me on bed rest, he wouldn't let me leave unless I needed to throw up or pee, he took care of the chores, of the food and he took care of me.

I would hear him complain because a task is difficult, but when I'd offer to help he'd respond to me with, "Shut up, you're pregnant! You shouldn't do things that may cause you stress!"

And then once he realised that he raised his voice he would huff and apologise for yelling at me.

Every night, he would crease my legs and kiss my face.

Goo tried his best to tend to me whenever I needed it the most, there are times his hands would travell on my most sensitive spots and start teasing me.

He usually whines because he misses me, and my body, but he's patient enough to go through the whole pregnancy with me.

ʚɞ ┊: Samuel Seo

↳ Samuel started waking up alongside me whenever I felt like throwing up, he'd rub my back and hold my hair as my head was inside the toilet bowl.

He's been getting me things I need and has been doing his own research om how to take care of some who's pregnant.

He takes his time with me and is ways prepared no matter what.

Whenever he goes to work, he'd call frequently, even while he's fighting, and if he isn't able to call he'd apologize later on.

My Samuel has been so nice to me, and I really don't know how to make up for it, all he tells me is that it's okay and the child I'm carrying is a blessing enough.

ʚɞ ┊: Jake Kim

↳ "Jake! Can you please get me some water?" I shouted, my fiancé came out of the bathroom half naked and dripping wet just to get me some water.

Jake has always been there for me, he, Lua, the big deal, they've been doing everything they can to help me.

He's been spoiling me with kisses and affection, sometimes he'd whine saying that he misses me.

When my boobs started to get swollen and tender, Jake's been snatching every chance he gets to grope them.

At some point, he'd ask if it was okay if he fucked my chest, I told him no countless times but then he'd start begging.

Eventually, I gave in and he began to touch my breasts and please himself using my body.

He'd clean up using his tongue, licking every inch of my tits.

I was sensitive, and it felt good too, but it was a bit unfair.

ʚɞ ┊: Vin Jin

↳ On my first trimester, I'd constantly get morning sickness and nausea, Vin would be there and he'd try to consult me, but it ends up being annoying because it's clear he isn't enjoying it.

"Vin... Can you please fetch me some water...?" I quietly asked, my dearest boyfriend, who's sat on his beanbag let out a groan and stood up to get me a half full glass of water.

I couldn't do anything about it, it was clear that he really wasn't ready for this type of life style.

"Marry... I don't know how long I'll be able to stay sane for!" I complained to the blonde woman in front of me, she was sat on the couch drinking soda while listening to my complaints.

"Vin is sweet and all... But it's clear that he's not really interested in helping out much... He doesn't have an idea what to do..."

Marry sighed and placed her hand on mine, "You know how that dick is, don't worry, I'll be here to help you out."

The next few days, I haven't been seeing my boyfriend much, it made me feel depressed and it felt like I was all alone during this.

But then one night, I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Vin, as I quietly slept, I felt two pairs of arms snake around my waist.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw Vin carrying me to our bedroom, he placed me down on the bed and placed a kiss on my forehead, "You're an idiot..." He muttered.

He then sat down near me, his hands were holding mine, "I'm sorry... I really should start being more responsible now that I'm going to be a father."

Vin sighed and laid down next to me, he pulled me closer to him, I felt his breath tickle my skin.

"I'm sorry, I'll do better, starting now."

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BTS Reaction To: The Purge Night

Mafia!Au-Purge!Au-Split!Au

Summary: experiencing the purge with your mafia boyfriend can go many different ways.

Warnings: killing/murder (obviously, it’s the purge lmao), language, stealing/robbery, slight angst, fluff (haha), suggestive comments, badass y/n, torturing, crack, nonconsensual touching from stranger, split!jungkook, character slapping reader, angst, taehyung being taehyung.

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Notes: hiiiii! I’m back. My life has been so chaotic and busy ever since I got my second job back in March, and so I haven’t had much time to myself to even do anything. Thankfully, I learned on how to take time for myself now and balancing everything out. Anyways! I apologize if I’m rusty with my writing, it’s been a while. And idk how to feel about taehyungs part.

Kim Seokjin:

Ever since Korea has followed along with the United States by having the annual Purge two years ago, you decided with your boyfriend to go and experience it. Now, of course, you are prepared. Having a boyfriend who is the leader of the Korean Mafia, it’s no secret that he is prepared in many ways when it comes to…illegal things.

At first, he was against the idea of you going out on purge night, but once he realized that this was an internal thrill and want for you, he decided to go along with it. Whenever you heard of the purge happening in America, there was this thrill and excitement for one night a year for legal crime, you were wanting it to happen in Korea, and once you heard the news of Korea writing a bill and finalizing it, you wanted to purge. Now, it is a sick want, but some people need to release their anger and do shit that they would not do on a normal day when there are laws in place, but having that ability to do it with no repercussions, what could go wrong?

You were finally able to release the anger and hurt that a few people caused you and you wanted pay back. Could you just have Jin kidnapped and you could enjoy your sick pleasure by torturing them? Of course, but it is different when you can do everything start to finish.

“Babe, I think they’re dead…” you heard your boyfriend say in a monotone over the noise of your knife stabbing into the lady who embarrassed you when you were in sixth grade in front of the student body. She caused you anxiety and humiliation at a young age.

“Are you sure? Her body moved just a second ago.” You questioned cutely, already knowing she’s leaving the mortal realm. You’re just enjoying the thought of her never living again.

“Yes… she died five minutes ago, shortly after her husband.” Jin stated with a smirk on his face from watching you huff and fix your ponytail after giving the woman one last jab at her chest. Pushing off the wall, he walked over to you and cradled your face in his hands, loving how your cheeks crinkle your eyes because of how you have big cheeks that fit your face so well. “You do realize you spent about close to two hours of torturing and killing her that you have ten hours left? We must drive an hour to the next ‘victim’ of yours. And that depends if the roads are blocked off from Purgers.”

“With your driving, well make it there in twenty-five minutes. Plus, the boys already made sure that they’re not blocked.” You commented, grinning at Jin’s face turning red from realizing that you’re right.

“Okay, let’s get going, smart ass.” He ordered, slapping your ass before he grabs your hand and helping you step over the murder scene that just took place in the house.

Min Yoongi:

When the first purge happened in Korea, you and your boyfriend Min Yoongi obviously joined in on the fun. Now, on the second year, that is happening once again.

You were currently getting dressed into your purge outfit. You are wearing jean shorts with fishnets, combat boots, a crop top, a black leather jacket, your hair straightened, and face paint that is skeleton designed. Yes, you know that there is no reason to get dressed up for this night, but there’s no point in going out in sweats and a hoodie while you rob Walmart, the mall, and Hobby Lobby. You want to play the part.

You convinced your boyfriend to dress up with you this year since he did not last year, and it took lots of bribing and promising things, but you got what you wanted in the end like you always do.

“Babe, you ready? In about ten minutes the sirens will go off and along with announcement.” Your boyfriend told you as he walked into the bedroom, mouth dropping at your outfit, and just you in general. He’s now thinking about you guys staying in because he can feel himself getting excited at what he wanted to do with you – to you. “Maybe we should stay in tonight babe.”

Turning around, you glared at him. “Do you not realize that Hobby Lobby has cute house décor that we need for this place?”

“But I can just buy them for you baby,” your boyfriend pouted, along with making a fair point.

“But we can save that money with just stealing, legally! Plus, what’s the fun in that? We can take whatever we want without having to spend a single dime. And there’s build a bear at the mall, and I want all the stuff animals. We are not staying home just so you can rip my outfit apart. We can do that after the purge.” You countered back, determined to get free things, and possibly fighting someone who gets in your way.

It's been a stressful week with idiots at your job, and you’re looking for a reason to punch somebody.

Grumbling, your boyfriend threw his hands up in defeat, not wanting to challenge you while your mind is set. He’s learned when you threw a water bottle at him in the nono region when he tried to persuade you from not spending $50 on a large stuffed llama at Walmart because you already had plenty of stuffed animal llamas at home.

“Yes ma’am, can we at least break into the Oliva Garden on seventh street and take their breadsticks on the way home? I’ve been craving them lately.” He asked, putting his necklace on that you got him on your guy’s sixth month anniversary and his rings.

“I was about to ask the same thing,” you said, spraying your favorite perfume on. Right as you sat it down on your vanity, the sirens went off. Grabbing your gun that was specially made for you, you put in the gun holster that went with the outfit and your bag that had an emergency kit for just in case, along with one extra gun, you walked up and kissed your boyfriend.

“Ready baby?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

“Let’s roll! Hobby Lobby, here we come!”

Jung Hoseok:

It was a good idea at first, but now you’re questioning your train of thought from earlier, along with listening to your boyfriend. But sometimes men don’t know what they’re talking about. But then also is a long-time thief and is a mafia boss, so he does know what he’s talking about half of the time.

You just hate being wrong.

You thought that breaking into a bank that looked untouched from any other Purger’s was skeptical, but you decided to go ahead and do it anyways. But now, you realized that you should’ve listened to your conscious and boyfriend.

“This is your fault.” Your boyfriend commented, handcuffed to the wall.

“How is it my fault? You should’ve said something,” you snapped back, knowing that he did, but you won’t admit that he’s right.

“Stop being stubborn and just say, ‘babe, you were right, I’m a dumbass.’” He sassed, giving you a look that you hate. If only your hands weren’t handcuffed you would have smacked him, because it is the look of ‘you’re a dumbass,’ and know you were a dumbass, but you had a good idea that seemed like one to you, but it wasn’t.

You live and you learn.

“If you don’t wipe that look off of your face, I’ll do it for you after the boys get here and rescue us.”

“What are you going to do? Hit me?” He spoke in a childish tone, but you ignored and acted like you didn’t hear him.

Yes, you two are acting like children while being held at gun point, not caring that you are getting judgmental looks from your captors. What is even funnier, they don’t realize that they have the king and queen of the Korean mafia handcuffed to a pole. So, they are in a big surprise when the gang gets here.

“Will you two shut the fuck up? You sound like my kids right now.” A guy snapped, massaging his temples as if he has a headache.

“No, he called me a dumbass,” you argued back, “and I am not a dumbass.”

“You kind of are, babe.” Hoseok commented in a nonchalant tone. And after he said that gun fire began, a sign that his gang was here.

It was a quick process to say the least since the men who cuffed you both and had guns pointing at you for fifteen minutes were amateurs. After both of you getting uncuffed and you getting lectured by Jungkook and Taehyung on how you don’t know how to rob a place, you hit Hoseok in the arm.

“That’s for calling me dumbass,” you sneered, an angry look on your face.

“Noona, you kind of are…” the maknae’s said at the same time, quickly looking away once they felt your glare.

Kim Namjoon:

You don’t know what it is with your boyfriend, but he is like a child on Christmas morning when it comes to robbing places. He is in his own little world, piling up video games for the Maknae line for their Christmas presents, all of the sprite that he was able to get into the cart for Hoseok, all the colorful lights that Yoongi has talked about getting for his music room that he has at the house as his getaway area whenever he has the chance with his busy schedule of tracking people down, and then Jin kitchen décor for the kitchen at the base. You guys probably need to make a pit stop at HomeGoods for more of the decor because Walmart doesn’t have good selections, but it is the thought that matters.

“Babe! I found a book that I want to read!” Joon yelled out, reading the summary on the back of the book.

“What’s it called?” You asked, walking up to him and leaning your head against his arm, looking down at it.

“It’s called ‘The Cellar’ and it’s by this writer named Natasha Peterson. I’ve never heard of her, but this book sounds awesome.” He commented, placing it gently into the cart, “I’m getting it. I saw that it is a series, so we need to stop by Barnes and Nobel to get the rest of the series.” He mentally added that onto his list.

The peacefulness that was surrounding you both as you guys wondered around Walmart ended as soon as loud laughter sounded throughout the store and a gunshot. Namjoon instantly went into mafia mode, which is what you call it, and grabbed you and threw himself over you as he moved you both behind the shelf of towels and shielded you from any harm. His gun was pulled, and he was already texting the boys, who were also out and about on purge night, that there was a problem. You can’t trust anyone in general, but on Purge night, it’s a different ball game.

You could hear the group being rowdy, knocking everything over that was in their sight, making vulgar comments, and being disgusting in general. It sounded like they were getting closer, and that was making you nervous because of the fucking cart that was in the middle of the aisle.

“Joon, the cart.” You whispered, nervous as hell.

Namjoon muttered ‘fuck’ under his voice and was about to get up and grab the cart, when all the sudden WAP by Cardi B began blaring throughout the store.

Fucking Taehyung.

This obviously grabbed the groups attention because you heard them become alarmed, and slightly confused, on why WAP was blaring over the speakers. You heard someone yell, and then the sound of running on the other side of the aisle. You exhaled, relaxing when you heard the music turn off and Taehyung’s voice.

“I’m such a smart individual you guys.”

Park Jimin:

You and your boyfriend Jimin decided to stay in for the night. You both are not ones to partake in the new holiday because Jimin already deals with it daily. Whereas with you, you are not a fan of murder, despite being married to a mafia boss.

The house was on lock down, security cameras live on the second T.V. in the living room, the other T.V. playing your favorite show, the both of you cuddled up on the couch, and your favorite alcohol beverages next to both of you. It was peaceful, something that you both love when it comes to being with one another. It can be quiet, and no words spoken while you two are together and it isn’t boring or awkward, just peaceful.

That was until the camera for the backyard went black and Jimin got up quickly, and the look of anger and calculation was on his face. The peacefulness gone and the thought of murder was settling in the air.  Becoming nervous, you jumped up and stood right behind your boyfriend, hands holding to both of his arms, and you pushing yourself up against him, trying to become one with him.

“Baby, grab the gun that’s in the cushion that you were sitting on. You remember how to use it, right?” Your husband asked, checking to make sure you remember. It’s been a long time since you’ve had to use a gun because there was never a need too, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” you answered while you grabbed it, hating the cold feeling to it.

“Good, stay next to me at all times, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He replied, grabbing his gun from the side table, cocking it, and began to walk towards the kitchen where the bulletproof glass was that gave you both the ability to look outside. Peeking through it, your heart dropped at what you saw.

One of your security men hanging from the tree that was by your back porch. The churning of your stomach, heart pounding in your chest, and the want to wish you were dreaming was taking over your mind. And what was worse, the lights going out in the house. No power, no ability to see, and the fear of losing your husband became too much.

“Oh Jimin, I’m back. Let’s have some fun, shall we? There is only eleven hours left, and that gives us time to catch up. It’s been a long time, my friend.” A voice you never heard before sounded through the house, and it held everything but kindness.

Clutching Jimin’s arms, you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“Text the boys and tell them to hurry and tell them that Jacob isn’t dead. Tell them to come prepared,” he demanded quietly. “And if we don’t make it, just know we will meet again. I love you Y/N.” Jimin promised, bringing you in and holding you tightly.

Never in the ten years of knowing Jimin have you heard him sound scared before. But you did forget that there are still somethings you don’t know about him, and this is one of them.

Kim Taehyung:

There have always been snakes in every group, whether that being in gangs, friendships, relationships, or even in workplaces. There has been suspicion of a couple of snakes in the gang that your boyfriend runs, and you didn’t think that they would have the balls to do it on the night of the purge, of all days. You could do it on a Sunday, but they thought it would be best to do it on the night of a murder holiday.

You were sitting comfortably on the couch in your boyfriend’s office, watching Tik Tok and talking with your boyfriend as he does paperwork. Everything was peaceful until the moment that his six best friends ran into the office, closing the door and having pissed off looks on their faces.

“What the hell is going on?” Taehyung asked, standing up with a calculated look on his face.

“It’s Max and Jaiden. They’re the snitches and they’re gathering a few others to take us out tonight. Our security teams. The ones who are here now in this building.” Namjoon responds.

“Are you fucking serious? And are they stupid?” Taehyung questions, hands turning into fists as he thinks on what to do. It took a few moments for him to figure out on what he wants to do, before he looks up, “let’s go get rid of them all, but let’s save the two fuckers for last. We need to know what they all had done.”

The six men nod their heads before they left the room. Taehyung was the last to leave because he needed to gather a few things, along with kissing you goodbye. “Lock the door on my way out, you know it’s me when I do the three knocks.” He told you, helping you off the couch and led you to the door. As he walked out, you closed it and locked it, before making your way back to the couch to get comfortable.

Fifteen minutes later, the three knocks sounded. You realized it wasn’t a long process, but you brushed it off as you got to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted with Jaiden. Your heart fell to your stomach, and you quickly stood back.

“Hey, Y/N. Didn’t think I know the knock trick, huh?” He smirked, gun drawn and pointing at you.

“You know you have a death wish if you try something,” you pointed out, “you should really think about whatever you’re planning on doing.”

You didn’t even see him raise his hand until you felt it on your cheek. “Shut the fuck up. Do you not realize how fucking irritating it is to be bossed around and not be appreciated? For everything you do for this fucking gang, huh? You sacrifice your life daily for a guy who doesn’t even know how to fight. What kind of fucking leader is that, huh? And then see him take the girl you have loved for years and claim her as his own?” He questioned, stepping towards you.

You’re focusing on two things right now. The pain in your cheek and his reference towards you. He’s been in love with you? And he thinks that Taehyung has taken you from him? This guy is fucking delusional.

“Oh, so this is what it’s about? You could’ve done this tomorrow, or yesterday, or even last month. But, on purge night? That is hilarious.” You heard your boyfriend, relief flooding through your body. A groan of pain and the sound of electricity sounded through the air, and you know it was the taser that Jungkook bought for shits and giggles. Looking up, hand on your cheek from the hit, you said Jaiden on the ground, Taehyung standing above him. “You’re going to wish that you never once laid a hand on MY girl and for going behind my back to Ateez and giving them information.” Taehyung growled out, looking at you with a look that shook you to your bones.

Jeon Jungkook:

Occasionally, your boyfriends alter appears. Sometimes, it scares you because of how violent he can get, along with barely interacting with him. JK, for the first time in over a year, that you know of because that was the last time you had interacted with him for a few minutes, is out tonight.

You don’t know how to approach him, you don’t know how to do anything because of how you barely know him. You know that he is your boyfriend, and you do love him, but he scares you. You know that he wouldn’t do anything to you at all – he even told you that himself last year, but you know that you do not want to see him in action.

The gang had to leave the base because of Purgers who hate the gang, despite them never hurting an innocent citizen and only trying to protect them, raided the base and only a few got out. So now, you guys are now in the city, trying to get to across town on foot to the safety house that’s in the country. Everyone’s running, JK and his six brothers who are prepared for anything, and several other men who are a part of the gang are keeping the extra eye out for any danger.

You’re not an athletic person, running is not in your vocabulary, and so you are getting winded quickly. You thought you would be an athletic person when it comes to possibly dying, having all the adrenaline in you, but there isn’t any and so you’re slowly falling behind. Not being able to speak up because of having no breath in you since it’s long gone from the running you’ve done, you stop for a second and put your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath and stretch for a few seconds.

Of course, you’re that person that stopped and now you’re getting yanked from the back. Screaming, which catches everyone’s attention, you began to kick the person who has a hold of you.

“Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed, running towards you, only stop when other people came out of their hiding places and having guns drawn and ready to shoot. The look on your boyfriend’s face sent fear down your spine because it’s a look of pure bloodlust, the want to kill and torture the man who has you. “Let her fucking go, now.” He demanded, voice thick and deep.

“And why’s that? You don’t want to share this piece of meat with anyone else? Listen, pal, I can do whatever I want tonight and that is her.” The guy cockily said, the feeling of his hand sneaking down you, causing you to squirm and move his hand away. “Good luck on trying to stop me, but I have more men than you. There’s no way you’re going to—” He stopped in his sentence from your elbow jabbing into his stomach and then your foot making contact his dick. You learn thing or two from dating your boyfriend. “You fucking bitch!”

A warzone happened, and you somehow dodged his fist as it flew at you, but you ran towards your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, only to meet the ground with your back and he threw himself on top of you to protect you from any danger. The guns stop firing, and you heard the guy who grabbed you groaning. Hoseok managed to shoot him in the leg, but everyone else in his group are now dead, along with a wounded Jimin and Seokjin, and a dead member who meant everything to everyone.

“Nice job, baby,” JK praised, standing you both up, only to pull you against him, both your chests pressed together and his hands gripping your waist. This caused a blush to ran come across your cheeks and your chest, the look in his eyes hooded, but you know it is still JK, and this got you even more excited and nervous.

“Well, Jungkook taught me a thing or two… and so, I just acted.” You stuttered, trying to keep eye contact, but it being difficult from how intense JK is staring at you.

“Well, I can teach you a thing or two later. But now baby, I have to do something that I don’t want you to watch, or if you want to, I can teach you a few other things. But I don’t want to scare you away. So, now be a good girl and look the other way, you won’t like what you’ll see.” He ordered, eyes now deadly and not the ones that made an appearance for a few moments that comforted you.

[buckysgrace]

Forty Seven

Kim crawled back into bed after she had brushed her teeth. She didn’t hesitate to curl herself against Billy’s side, wrapping her arm and leg over his body and cocooning herself to him. He moved his arm around her, his fingers brushing against her exposed skin. His touch was comforting as she nestled herself against him.

“What do you want to do today?” He questioned softly. She glanced up at him, admiring the way the sunlight danced across him. She stretched her head up and pecked his lips softly, unable to fight the urge in her chest.

“Whatever you want to do,” She smiled, figuring that they should probably explore something since they had driven the whole way here, “I heard the park is nice.” She mumbled, watching the way his blue eyes gleamed. 

“I want to see the pier too,” He smiled softly and she looked up, noticing that his hair was still braided back. His lips were curled up into a smile, “It’s close to water.” He shrugged, making Kim smile softly. Kim watched him closely, looking at the freckles across his skin.

“Okay, we can do that,” She smiled as she rubbed her hand across his chest. She didn’t want to leave just yet. He felt warm and soft, softer than any of the blankets she owned. She wanted to stay right here with him, “I still need to get dressed.” She sighed dramatically, liking the way his lips curled up into a smile.

“I guess we’ll have to wait a little while then,” He teased as he pushed the hair from her face, “I’m sure we could think of something else to do.” His fingers pressed against her back gently, sending shivers up her spine. Her heart beat roughly in her chest as she began to wander if this was the right time to tell him. Her nerves quickly made up her decision as she decided against it. She had all day. She’d tell him eventually.

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“What’s wrong with mustard?” He asked as they sat down at one of the many park benches. They had overslept this morning, but she didn’t mind. She had woken up in his strong arms and that was more than enough for her. His hair looked twice as curly on top and she was glad that braiding it had worked out. She was afraid that it wouldn’t have and that he would’ve grown mad at her. She chewed on her hot dog confused, looking at him oddly as the city hummed around them.

“Nothing,” She told him after she swallowed what was in her mouth, “I just don’t care for it that much.” She admitted, squirting another glob of ketchup on her hot dog. He looked at her, raising his eyebrows almost in disgust. She rolled her eyes playfully, content that it tasted good to her.

“It’s not sweet enough?” He teased her, looking at her hot dog. She had only asked for ketchup, meanwhile his was filled with different toppings, “You drowned your dog in ketchup.” He laughed, watching her eat.

“Ketchup is really good.” She told him, licking off the sweet sauce from the corner of her lip. She glanced around, taking in the cool breeze as the sunshine hit against them. He erupted into lights of gold and yellow while she glowed as brightly as snow.

“What food do you hate?” She asked suddenly, trying to think about things that she didn’t know about him. He scrunched his nose up and placed his hot dog down on his plate.

“Eggs,” He answered without sparing another thought, “When mom left, before I started cooking, dad made a bunch of eggs. Cheap and easy. He just never managed to make them right.” He shuddered, as if even the thought of them was making him sick.

“Fair enough,” She nodded her head, thinking that it did sound fairly disgusting. She had a million more questions she wanted to ask him, but she didn’t want to pry. She let them settle into a comfortable silence, “I hate green beans, onions are kind of gross too. Oh and beans, they’re just nasty.” She said, thinking of a whole list of nasty things that swarmed inside her head.

“You’re a picky eater,” He observed, “Except when it comes to sweets.” She beamed at him, nodding her head in agreement.

“Chocolate is just so much easier to eat,” She told him, taking another bite out of her hot dog, “I’ve never had chocolate do me wrong. I used to get in trouble when I was little though, because I never finished my meals.” She shrugged her shoulders as she thought about it.

“I feel like that’s your moms fault.” She felt her lips curl into a smile, thinking of how bad her mom’s cooking was. At least she was trying.

“My mom didn’t actually start cooking until she met Neil. Usually my dad would attempt, or we’d have TV dinners. When we lived with my grandma she’d cook a lot. I spent a night sleeping at the kitchen table because I didn’t finish my liver and onions.” She admitted, suddenly feeling full as she thought about it. The time after they had made her eat, only for her to empty her stomach all over the dining room table. She hadn’t ever had anyone try to make her eat her meals after that. Though, she did fear that Neil would try to do so.

“I didn’t know you lived with your grandma,” Billy said slowly, looking at her curiously,  “When was that?” He questioned. She rested her chin on her hands, trying to think for a moment. 

“I was little and I think it was only for a few years. We moved out when Max was like three, grandma had a falling out with my dad. She never spoke to us again, I guess it was pretty bad.” She explained, trying to remember all of the hazy details. Susan never spoke about it, but it had been Sam’s fault. It always seemed to be his fault.

“I’m sorry. My grandma died when I was little, she was really nice.” Billy offered. She smiled softly, realizing that she hadn’t ever heard him speak about a grandparent before.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” She paused for a moment, “Was she on your mom’s side or your dad’s side?” She wondered if it was another reason his mom had fallen out of touch with him.

“Dad’s,” He said, surprising her, “Her husband was really mean, maybe that’s why she was so nice.” It was weird to think about how Neil had once been a little boy, afraid of his own father as well. She couldn’t find it in herself to feel pity for Neil. Maybe it was cruel, but she figured he had his whole life to change himself and refused to do so. 

“We have sucky families.” She said after a moment, grinning at the way he snorted. He nodded his head.

“Very shitty,” He agreed with a smile. She felt her heart temporarily stop at the sight of him. She paused, feeling the words forming on her tongue before she swallowed them. This wasn’t the right place to speak them into existence, “You’re almost eighteen. You have a year left of school, you can leave after that.” 

“I don’t know,” She fumbled with her napkin, turning the corner in on itself and then straightening it again, “I can’t leave Max alone.” He watched her movements before looking up at her.

“You’re not her mom.” He said simply. She frowned softly. She didn’t think he’d really be able to understand how she felt, he had spent his whole life as an only child.

“She’s my sister,” Kim replied, “I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.” She admitted her fears. She’d never forgive herself if she was the one to get out while Max had to stay and suffer.

“I think she’d leave with you.” Billy said softly, looking like he understood her a bit better. She exhaled.

“If only,” She mumbled, “I think Neil would be the type to report me for kidnapping.” Billy cracked a grin as he watched her, looking like he agreed.

“Oh definitely,” He tapped his fingers against the table, “Let’s go look at the pier.” He drew her away from her thoughts as he rose from his seat, grabbing all of their trash in one fistful. She nodded her head, quickly rising so that she could follow his long strides. She hesitated for a moment when he threw their trash away and quickly latched onto his hand before she could change her mind.

Her face burned and she looked ahead, pretending it was no big deal as they walked with their hands together. She willed herself to remember the curve of his fingers and the way his hand covered hers.

They walked there in a comfortable silence, the whole time Kim felt like she was dying from how domestic it felt. She was wondering if he was thinking the same thing or if this meant nothing to him. She glanced over at him, only to be met with a stony expression. She exhaled as she looked away, wishing he was a little easier to read.

The pier was larger than what she thought it would be. Just like every other corner of the city, it was bustling with commotion. She wondered if it was always this busy or if it was to do with kids being out of school. She scanned the blue water, getting a sudden chill from how the wind blew off of the cold waves.

Kim suddenly felt the crashing feeling of  disappointment as Billy pulled his hand away from hers, only to grow giddy as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to him. She moved her hand around his sturdy waist, inhaling his warmth and cologne, “Do you want to stop anywhere?” He asked her, referencing the few stops.

“I’m okay,” She replied when she found her voice. She didn’t want to risk losing his touch against her, “Do you?” She hesitated for a moment, fighting the urge to rest her head against his shoulder. He paused for a moment.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He left her standing there, moving quickly through the crowd. She fought an urge to pout as she stayed near the brick walls. She kept her distance from the crowd, not wanting to get lost in the mass of people.

She wondered what life would be like within the next year, especially if she went to school here. She pondered slowly, feeling a glimmer of hope rise in her chest as she thought about Billy moving with her. She was sure he could find work anywhere and she could still waitress when she wasn’t in her classes. Her heart raced in her chest as she imagined her perfect little scenario.

“Here,” Billy drew her away from her thoughts when he approached again. She grinned, looking  at the swirl of blue and pink cotton candy in his hands, “Figured you’d like that better.”

“Thanks,” She leaned against him as she took a giant bite from it. She let the sugary goodness melt in her mouth before she looked up at him again, “It’s really good.” She gave him her approval as they started to walk down the pier again.

“It’s just sugar,” He laughed as he darted his eyes towards her, “Your teeth are gonna fall out.” She grinned at him, knowing perfectly well that she cared for her teeth in a very tedious manner:

She took another bite from his cotton candy, keeping her hand around the crook of his arm as they walked, “It’s a lot colder here.” She observed, feeling like she should’ve worn long pants instead of her shorts. She had been tempted to wear a skirt, but was glad she didn’t go in that direction with as windy as it was.

“Yeah, I don’t like it as much,” Billy admitted as they walked around the pier. She looked at the water, listening as it tapped against the dock. She missed San Diego. She had a pretty picture painted in her mind of her and Billy strolling through the sandy shores, hand in hand, “Better than Hawkins.” 

“I don’t know,” She mused softly as they made their way towards the end of the dock. She craned her neck, trying to get a head look of peering over the edge, “They have cows there.” He laughed again.

“What’s your obsession with those animals?” He looked over at her curiously as they walked. She smiled, keeping her hand on his arm. She hoped she wasn’t being too touchy, she didn’t want to get on his nerves. Thus far, he hadn’t protested and even seemed to linger against her hold.

“They have nice eyes,” She defended herself, “I could’ve been a farmer.” He looked at her, his lips curling into a soft smile.

“No offense, but you would’ve been a shit farmer,” He told her seriously, “I’ve seen the way you squirm when bugs get near you.” She smiled, not fully wanting to admit to it. She wiggled her way closer to him, grabbing another handful of cotton candy to snack on. 

“Fine, I could volunteer as a farmer. I’d have you do all the nasty stuff.” She reasoned with him as they made their way back in the direction they came from. She looked around, taking in the other side of the pier as they walked. Something about being with Billy, being so intimate with him, felt right to her. She breathed out, feeling the words forming on her tongue again.

“You’d want me on your farm?” He questioned her, a teasing tone playing on his tongue. She giggled, looking down at the ground as they walked. She was sure that she would take him anywhere with her. 

“Of course,” She felt her cheeks burning again from how widely she was smiling, “You’d have to listen to country music though and get a hat. You have to fit the part.” She tried picturing him dressed up as a cowboy, but her mind wandered to him sweaty and shirtless. She turned her face away, trying to hide the blush that was forming.

“Oh god,” He responded, shaking his head. She watched the way his blonde curls moved in the sunlight, “You’d owe me.” She had a feeling he wasn’t talking about money. She tried not to smile too brightly as she walked with him.

“Do you see anything Max would like?” She questioned him, looking around the different stalls. Most of them seemed to revolve around food and she knew Max enough to know that she would hate receiving food for a gift. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes lingering by the different stores they passed by.

“What about a skateboard?” He finally asked her. She stopped rattling off different items in her head as she stared at him, “No?” He looked a little concerned as she neglected to answer him.

“No, no, that's an amazing idea.” Kim smiled brightly at him as she nodded encouragingly. She tried not to stare at his half smile for too long, but she lost herself in his twinkling blue eyes. She wasn’t sure how she ever thought that he was intimidating. She loved looking at him, she realized. Her heart pounded as his blue eyes traced over her features and she had another burning urge to spit some words towards him. 

“Yeah?” He questioned her softly and she nodded her head in agreement again. His smile was bright, brighter than the whole sun as he smiled at her. Her heart leaped in her chest, urging for her to move closer to her and say the words that were on her mind.

“Where do you think we’d get one?” She asked him, wondering if there was a sports store that they had passed by. Billy was still grinning, but he looked a bit mischievous.

“We can get it later, we passed one on the way.” She looked at him, unsure of the look in his eyes as she nodded her head. She decided not to pester him, letting him keep his secrets. 

“Let’s go sit over there.” She motioned back towards the park, feeling a slight ache beginning to form in her legs. He shrugged his shoulders and she was sure that he’d be able to spend the rest of the day walking.

Her face burned when he took her hand and guided her towards the tree. It took a moment for her to walk again, as she tried not to focus on how her hand was burning from his touch. Her heart thumped roughly in her chest as she wondered how he managed to hold onto her so softly and pretend that he didn’t have feelings.

“This is a nice tree.” She finally spit out, trying not to wince at the dumb words that left her mouth. He cocked an eyebrow as he watched her before he settled against the base of the tree.

“Very lovely,” He crossed his ankles and linked his fingers across his stomach, “I’d say it’s the sexiest tree I’ve ever seen.” She felt flames licking at her cheeks as she sat down near him.

“Shut up.” She mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear. He smirked at her, a mischievous look was twinkling in his blue eyes.

“Make me.” Her heart stopped for three whole seconds before it kickstarted again. She pounced on him suddenly, not even caring that the dirt dug into her knees. His lips melted against hers like butter, smooth and soft. She inhaled the feeling of him, like it would be the last time she’d ever kiss him.

Kim realized that something about kissing him just felt natural. It felt as simple as breathing as their lips moved together in haste. She took a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer to her and deepening the kiss. He flicked his tongue across her bottom lip, tickling her skin as he did so. She exhaled slowly, pulling away from his swollen lips.

“What?” He asked softly, tracing his thumb across her cheek. She smiled, leaning into his touch as she watched the sunlight dance off of him.

“Nothing,” She spoke softly, rubbing her fingers across the grass, “I’m just glad we decided to do this.” She traced her eyes across the curve of his mouth before she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his again. She moved her lips against his urgently, searching to solve the deep craving that was buried inside of her. She melted into his touch, moving closer until he gripped her hips to stop her.

“This is a park,” He reminded her, breathing hard as his forehead rested against hers, “I don’t think the parents would be very happy.” She grinned, nodding her head as she settled back onto the grass.

“Sorry.” She responded sheepishly, not really having an excuse for wanting to kiss him. He smiled as brightly as the sun.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” His fingers played with hers softly, “Trust me, I didn’t mind at all.” He gave her a sly wink. 

“You haven’t taken one picture,” Kim observed as they rested against the tree trunk again. She chewed on some more of the cotton candy, looking at him curiously, “We’ve passed by a lot.” He hesitated for a moment.

“Model for me?” He questioned her, a hint of a smile on his face. She felt warmth spreading throughout her body, feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

“You want me in the pictures?” She asked him, looking for more clarity. He nudged his shoe against her leg, nodding his head. She tried not to linger on what that meant. 

“Yeah,” He said slowly, glancing down at his lap before he looked up at her again, “You’d make everything look prettier.” The compliment warmed her heart and she found herself nodding her head and standing before she could think of repercussions. She wasn’t sure what they would say if Neil and Susan found a bunch of pictures of her posing in Chicago.

“Where do you want me to stand at?” She asked, brushing off her knees as she stood. He stood in front of her, nudging his head to the left towards a water fountain. She followed his direction, holding her arms stiffly to her sides.

“I can get one of both of you,” Billy jumped as a woman approached him, holding her hand out, “I don’t mind.” Kim’s heart fluttered, excited at the thought of having another picture with him. 

“Sure.” He mumbled, looking a bit awkward as he handed the woman the camera. He walked to Kim, standing awkwardly next to her with pink cheeks.

“Smile!” Kim held onto Billy’s waist, smiling brightly and pulling him closer to her. It took him a second to relax before he melted against her touch. She wondered if he was smiling this time, or if he had still been watching her, “Looks good. You two are cute, you remind me of my husband and I.” Kim’s whole body caught on fire and she melted into the ground as a red puddle. 

“Thanks.” Billy mumbled as he took the camera back. He darted his eyes towards Kim before looking at the ground again. She giggled out of nerves, realizing he looked just as red as she felt.

“She was nice,” Kim squeaked out, her voice higher pitched than usual. Billy nodded, laughing under his breath as he glanced at her again. They held eye contact for a short, fleeting moment before they both looked away and Kim found herself giggling again. She looked over as Billy snorted and took in his red cheeks, “What?”

“Nothing,”  He kept it simple as he glanced over at her. Her body warmed but not from embarrassment as she found the strength to look into his blue eyes again, “I wanna take you to this store.” She felt her eyes furrowing in confusion before she nodded. She took his large hand in hers again, trying not to focus on how perfectly they fit together as he guided her back to the busy streets. She had a hard time peeling her eyes away from him, trying to take in every detail she could manage. 

Her mouth opened and closed, wondering if this would be the right time to tell him. She could feel the words dancing on the tip of her tongue, begging to release. She swallowed them whole. Too afraid that she would end up screaming it at him. She couldn’t imagine the humiliation that would follow if he shot her down. She watched the way his dirty blonde curls moved in the wind and traveled her eyes against the curve of his face. She was too busy watching him, stressing over her own thoughts to notice the store he had guided her into.

“Billy,” Kim held her cold palms up to her hot face, desperately trying to hide how red she was at the moment, “What are we doing here?” She questioned him, trying to focus on him and not the many different things that were decorated within the store. Many things she didn’t recognize, as he turned to her with a grin on his face. She was sure, without a doubt, that this was the most scandalous thing she’d ever done.

“You promised me a movie,” He smirked knowingly at her, “I’m here to collect that debt. Plus, I thought you might want to look around. Find something you want to experiment with.” He bumped against her lightly, urging her to look around as she felt her eyes widening in horror. 

“This is a sex shop,” She whispered underneath her breath, “I don’t know what any of this is.” She gulped, trying to keep her heart from popping out of her chest. 

“So, you learn,” He chuckled, “That’s what you wanted to do anyways. I’ll teach you whatever you want to know.” He smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She giggled softly, hiding her face in her hands. Even the simple act felt dirty in this store.

“This is awful,” She mumbled into her hands. He laughed, swaying her back and forth and forcing her to move forward. She grumbled, her face feeling like it was on fire as he slowly nudged her forward. Her eyes widened large enough that she was sure she looked as silly as a cartoon character. She stared at the many toys in front of her, “Why?” She turned to him, feeling helpless.

He licked his bottom lip, smiling at her in amusement, “You’re fine. Just pick one of these out.” He patted her backside gently and she shot him a look over her shoulder. She stared, unsure of what she was really looking at.

“You just pick it,” She mumbled, looking at the various shapes and colors of objects that looked like penises and other objects that didn’t resemble them, “I don’t know.” She admitted, trying to not feel overwhelmed. Her eyes drank in the new objects, and she hated that she got a rush of excitement to pool between her legs.

“You need to pick it,” He nudged her forward, “You won’t like what I pick out.” He smirked down towards her and she quickly realized that he was right. He’d probably buy her the most outlandish object and she wouldn’t know how to handle it.

“That,” She pointed at a neon pink toy. It was slender, not very long or thick. It was the least intimidating thing that she had seen thus far. Billy brushed against her as he took a hold of it, smiling brightly at her, “Is that all?” She mumbled, fighting the urge to hide her face again.

“Not yet,” He whisked her forward again, making sure to stroll slowly throughout the aisles. Kim slowly raised her eyes from the floor, taking in the many different things in the store. For the longest time she had simply thought that sex was just supposed to be something personal between two people. She didn’t think that it could be so fun . Her eyes lingered against the lingerie and she was half tempted to stop and look at it. She noticed a woman standing there with an older man and she felt her jaw drop at the name he was referred to, “What?” Billy stopped towards the back of the store. She felt her eyes burning as the looked at the different VHS tapes, suddenly realizing why he had wanted to come here in the first place.

“I think she’s here with her dad.” Kim positioned herself closer to him, hugging her arms together as she whispered lowly. Billy drew his gaze away from the tapes to look at her oddly. 

“Why do you say that?” He raised his eyebrow, looking away again as he picked a tape up and looked at the back of it. She thought it was funny how he looked at the back of the porn tape the same way she chose her books from the library.

“She called him daddy.” Kim felt her eyes widening as she said the scandalous sentence. Billy glanced up at her, a knowing look hinting in his eyes. She felt like she was missing something. 

“You’re so naive, it’s cute,” Billy chuckled, setting that tape back down and moving further down the aisle. She followed him, staying close as she felt defensive of herself, “Sometimes people like being called that.” He said after another moment, noticing the uncertainty in her eyes.

“I don’t understand.” She said finally, feeling her shoulders sag. He glanced around before he faced her. He tilted her chin up softly, making her meet his gaze.

“In bed,” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s like a kink. It’s kind of hot.” Her face burned again, thinking of all the times she had referred to her dad as daddy. She tried to bury the thoughts about Billy possibly enjoying her saying that word. She stifled a sound in the back of her throat, ready to get herself out of this store.

“Did you find one?” She mumbled under her breath, sinking herself closer to him in hopes to hide herself away from everyone. He let her nestle herself under his arm and rest her cheek against his shoulder. She kept glancing over his shoulder.

“You’re overthinking,” He told her, “No one cares if you’re in here. Trust me, you’re just going to freak everyone else out.” She thought about protesting but decided against it. She was just out of her comfort zone. 

“I feel weird,” She mumbled, resting her cheek against his shoulder again. His hand traced along her waist, slowly pushing her shirt up to thumb at her exposed skin. She bit back a smile, feeling very intimate at the moment, “There’s a lot of weird stuff in here.” She admitted.

“You don’t read about it in your books?” He teased her as he picked another movie up. She huffed, playing with the buttons on the front of his shirt and ignoring the exposed woman on the tape.

“Usually they don’t take place in this century,” She mumbled defensively, feeling like none of her books were as dirty as the items in this store, “Does it really matter which one?” She questioned him, beginning to grow a bit cold inside the store.

“Almost there, I can feel it,” She curled up against him, glancing over the various titles. She grinned, thinking that they all had terrible names, “Unless you want to pick it out?” His blue eyes flashed towards her in amusement and she suddenly decided that it was best for her to keep her mouth shut. 

“That one?” She asked after a few minutes of him keeping the tape in his hand and not exchanging it with a different one. He nodded, smacking her bottom softly as she drew away from his warm body.

“Do you want anything else?” He watched her amused, grabbing a few more things as they walked by. She noticed a few magazines and other materials but said nothing. She wasn’t going to judge him about his habits, since he didn’t judge her about her romance novels. She shook her head but glanced towards the lingerie again, still not finding the confidence to wander over there. Maybe she would find her confidence another day. 

“I’m fine,” She squeaked out as they stepped towards the front. He displayed all of the items on the counter, clearly having no shame as she shifted again to make sure that no one was watching. Billy was right, no one seemed to care as people shuffled in and out. The older cashier didn’t even say anything as they rang the order up, “Here.” She shoved him the cash as discreetly as she could, figuring that this could qualify as his birthday present. Billy cocked an eyebrow at her but said nothing.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Billy held the door open for her as they left. She nearly bumped into a girl her age and she felt herself flush again, realizing that it was obvious what store they had been in. She wrapped her arms around the bag, holding it to her chest tightly so nothing could spill out, “Thanks for buying.” He smacked her bottom again and she shot him a look, still feeling disgruntled.

“No problem,” She finally started to relax once they were far away from the shop, “I didn’t realize there were so many ways to, you know.” She mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed as she walked down the busy street with him. 

“Lots of different ways,” He confirmed, putting a cigarette between his lips as they headed back to the hotel. She glanced over at him, smiling bashfully, “There’s a store a town over, we can always get more.” He nudged her playfully. She grinned, thinking about what Neil’s face would look like the next time he dug through their rooms and found a mini sex store shoved inside. She thought for a minute, making sure to remind herself to hide the picture of them when Neil did it next.

“Was the skateboard just a lie?” She teased him softly, brushing her shoulder against his. He chuckled, shaking his head no as he motioned across the street. He gently rid part of his cigarette, keeping the other half for later as he glanced at her. 

“I wouldn’t lie,” He brushed his hand against her elbow, holding onto it as they crossed the busy street. Kim never could explain why she hated crosswalks. She just always felt so awkward walking in front of the cars, like the people inside were judging how she was walking, “There should be one in here.” He opened the door for her as they stepped inside. She kept a tight grip around her bag, not wanting anyone to dare peek inside of it. 

“What kind does she like?” Kim looked around, feeling just as clueless in this store as she did in the sex one. She made a face, realizing this store smelt just the same as gym class. Billy took a head start, guiding her down the aisles. She peeked around curiously, wondering if she had ever seen a store with so many balls inside of it. 

“Nothing pink,” He told her as she glanced at the various skateboards in front of her. She felt her eyebrows furrowing together as she looked at them. Some were brightly colored, some were filled with various shapes and others had odd designs upon them, “This one.” He brought it towards her. It was long, sleek and black. There was nothing decorated on it. Kim shrugged her shoulders.

“Sounds good to me,” She smiled at him, thinking it was cute that he knew which one Max would like. She tried to hide the guilt that was eating at her. She didn’t want to ruin Max’s relationship with Billy if this ever came to light, “I can buy it.” She tried to rummage for her wallet, careful not to drop any of the objects in her hand. 

“We can split it,” He touched her hand gently to stop her movements, “Just give me what you owe at the hotel.” She resisted the urge to curl her fingers around his hand. She wanted to pull him closer to her, as close as humanly possible. She stopped herself, moving her hand away to tuck the hair behind her ear.

“Sure,” She smiled, nodding her head at him. He walked back towards the checkout and she felt like she was gliding next to him, “See, you do love Max.” She teased him. He glanced towards her, a small smirk on his face.

“Just don’t tell her that.” He sent her a wink. She felt her insides melting at the motion, feeling anticipation building inside of her like she had just stepped into busy traffic. He had this odd hold on her that she was unsure if she’d ever be able to shake. She watched as he paid, memorizing all of his lines and muscles. She feared that one day she would no longer know him, the way she did right now. She wasn’t sure how she’d live if she one day met his blue eyes and there was nothing hidden deep behind them. She didn’t want him to be a stranger whose touch she’d always know. 

She followed him out of the store, still lingering in her thoughts as they walked back to the hotel. Billy was still clutching to the back of her elbow and she was having a hard time keeping herself from sinking against him. Everything felt too perfect, like they were made for each other. She wondered if he felt the same. 

“You’re not going to make me look at the magazines, are you?” She asked as they stepped out of the elevator and onto their hotel floor. He barked out a laugh, finishing his cigarette as he pulled the door open.

“I don’t think you’d like them,” He admitted, beginning to work on the TV as she pulled the tape from the bag. She felt scandalous as she handed it towards him, hoping that he would at least enjoy it from how expensive it would be, “Thanks.” He glanced at her and she nodded, unsure of what to do. He moved the bag off of the bed, pushing different items in different places as she stood there. 

“Are we doing this now?” She asked softly, tapping her fingers against her exposed thighs. He grinned as he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her closer to him. She watched as he undid her shorts, liking the way he would grab onto her so rough. He took his time undressing her, admiring her exposed skin as he did so. She felt her heart pumping nervously as she fumbled with his shirt, standing completely naked in front of him.

“You’re stunning,” He mumbled, tracing his hands over her soft curves. He leaned forward, pressing his warm lips against her freckled skin. He kissed underneath her ribcage, causing a jolt to travel through her body as she resisted the urge to laugh. He gripped her hips again before he turned and plopped her onto the bed. She landed with a thud, bouncing so hard against the mattress that the pillows almost fell off, “Oops.” He said simply as she busted into giggles.

“Careful,” She grinned at him, even though she very much enjoyed being tossed around by him. Her laugh fell as he undressed. She sat there and stared, too enamored by the handsome boy in front of her, “Hi.” She couldn’t think of anything else to say as he bent down and pressed his lips against her mouth. He traced his thumb up across her lips, tracing the curve of them. She hesitated for a moment before she brought her nimble fingers up around his wrist.

Despite her fingers being long, her fingertips just barely brushed against each other as she wrapped her hand around Billy’s thick wrist. He was watching her movements as she traced her fingers back across his palm. She lifted his hand slowly to her mouth, kissing every single one of his fingertips slowly. He watched her lustfully, his eyes widening as she slowly slid his fingers inside her mouth and sucked on them. Her body was already much too warm, but she felt as if she was on fire with the way he was watching her. 

 He pulled away just as quickly, turning his back to her as he faced the TV again. She nestled herself up against the headboard, watching cautiously as Billy turned on the video. He sat next to her, tracing his large hands across her milky thighs. She exhaled, moving her hand slowly under his arm to take a hold of his already hard cock. He grunted at the sensation, earning a grin from her.

“You’re supposed to be watching,” He smirked at her, motioning towards the scene on the TV. Kim glanced over, taking in the brown eyed boy that was currently stripping down the pretty blonde. She shrugged bashfully, thinking Billy looked better than any of them, “Can I see your hands?” He tilted his head, looking at her seriously.

She moved her hand away from his lap, holding her wrists out in confusion. She watched as he pulled out two ringlets of metal and hooked one around her wrist. She was still too confused to say anything as he lifted her hands up towards the wooden headboard and restrained her arms there. She exhaled, looking up at her tied hands then back at him. 

“Billy?” She giggled softly, feeling like her chest was a bit too exposed as her nipples hardened from the cold air, “What are you doing?” She breathed out softly, watching the mischievous smirk that crossed his lips.

“Teaching you,” He mumbled, cupping her chin in his large hands and pressing his lips against hers slowly, “Just sit back and enjoy.” Her heart did flips in her chest as she watched his lustful blue eyes. She nodded softly, pulling at her restraints as she admired him.

“Okay,” She laughed breathlessly as his lips moved down the curve of her cheek. He peppered kisses down the crook of her neck, sucking and nibbling softly against her sensitive skin. Kim’s body lit up into flames as he traveled down her body slowly, his hands squeezing at her soft curves. His lips circled around her hardened nipple, sucking softly as he squeezed her other boob in his hand. She whined, pulling too hard at the restraints as she momentarily forget about them, “This isn’t fair.” She breathed out, suddenly realizing she wouldn’t be able to touch him at all. He sat up a bit, pulling away from her nipple with a smirk.

“Why?” He tilted his head, mocking her as he observed the pleasure written across her features. She pouted her lips out, trying to rub her leg up against him. She felt a flush spreading over her body as the woman on the tape began to moan loudly. He smirked again, noticing the way her eyes darted to the screen, “Do you want me to make you feel good?” He traced his fingers across her soft skin, grinning at her. She nodded her head slowly, beginning to relax against the bed.

“Yeah,” She breathed out slowly, watching as he rose onto his knees. She stared at his hard cock that bounced against his abdomen. She bit her lip, wiggling her hips softly as she adjusted herself on the bed again. Her arms were beginning to strain from the odd angle they were situated in. He knelt close to her face, straddling her torso as he dragged his cock along her parted lips. The angle was intimidating but she liked it.  She licked away at his slick that was leaking from his tip, looking up at him with big doe eyes, “Please.” She mumbled softly, unsure if she really wanted him to pull away.

“Since you asked so nicely,” He used both of his hands to cup her breasts, pushing them close together until they were squeezing around his cock. She giggled softly at the odd sensation and flicked her tongue across her bottom lip at the dark look that crossed his features. He thrusted his hips forward slowly, dragging his cock along her soft skin. His tip brushed against her chin, so she stuck her tongue out to lick at his slit, “You’re a dream.” He breathed out as she inspected him. She could feel him pulsing against her as he moved his hips slowly.

“What are you doing?” She asked, sounding dreamy when he finally pulled away from her. He leaned over, holding up the neon pink object and she felt her eyes widening in surprise. She felt a nervous flutter growing in her chest, hoping that he would’ve forgotten about the little toy. 

“You’re going to love this,” He promised as he situated himself next to her hips. She gulped, too enthralled with his actions to even notice the dirty activities that were happening on the TV behind him. She yelped as he pulled her legs apart and turned on the toy, “It’s got some power to it.” He observed, giving her a knowing look as he pressed his thumb against the tip of the toy. 

“Okay,” Kim felt herself tugging at the handcuffs as she shifted on the bed. The vibrator was a lot louder than what she thought it would be. Billy smirked, tracing it along the inside of her knees and down her thighs. The vibrations traveled across her skin, leaving her short of breath as she tried to focus on too many things at once, “The movie?” She questioned meekly, unsure of what she was supposed to do.

“Awe, little slut can’t see her filthy porn video?” He shifted to the side of her, staying near her hips as he dipped the vibrator lower. She felt her breath hitching as she looked up at him full of pleasure as he gripped her chin, drawing her attention back towards the TV, “Don’t let me stop you. Do you like how he’s fucking her, baby? Does it make your pussy wet?” 

“Yes,” She drew out pathetically, knowing it was true no matter how badly she tried to hide it. She drew her gaze away from him slowly, looking at how the brown eyed man currently had the blonde spread on all fours as he sucked on her wet heat. Kim felt her hips moving forward without her control as she thought about Billy taking her in the same position, “Don’t tease me.” She begged, looking towards him as the moans from the tape filled the room. She could feel her cheeks burning in shame as she watched his lips press against her knee, moving the vibrator down until he hit the crook of her legs. She whimpered at the sensation that traveled across her wet cunt.

“Don’t know,” He mumbled playfully, looking at her with dilated eyes. She was sure she hadn’t ever see his eyes so dark before, “Do you really want it?” She nodded her head eagerly as he licked her skin. She whined, rolling her hips up desperately as he moved the toy just enough to press down on her folds. Her whole body lit up in a mixture of electricity and fire. Her toes curled, her stomach clenched as she desperately tried to get the vibrations across all of her pussy. 

“Yes!” She cried out in pure bliss, her wrists burning from how hard she pulled at the handcuffs. He flicked his tongue across his lips, like he had all weekend to tease her. She flashed her biggest doe eyes at him, “Please, Billy. Please. I wanna feel it.” She whined pathetically. She felt defeat rising in her as he positioned himself next to her. She wished she hadn’t agreed to let him handcuff her, she should’ve known that he would’ve teased her.

“S’alright,” He said after a moment, most of his words falling onto deaf ears as he traced the vibrator around her folds. It traveled, the sensation brushing against her wet pussy. Her head smacked against the headboard, but she was in too much bliss to care about the dull throbbing in her head, “Hey, hey. Watch the movie.” He drew her attention forward again as he slowly began to lift the vibrator off of her. She whined, biting down on her lip hard and nodding in agreement. He used his free hand to grip her chin, motioning her eyes forward. 

“Sorry,” She mumbled, resisting the urge to grind her hips up. She was sure he would just pull it away if she tried to chase her high. She watched the screen, watching how the man had the blonde woman bent over the bed and was pounding into her. Kim could feel the whine forming on her lips as Billy slowly rubbed the vibrator around her clit, teasing her with a smirk as his lips dragged along her skin, “Don’t be mean.” She breathed out quickly just as the vibrator slowly brushed across her clit. 

“Relax,” He pushed her hips back down with a knowing smirk, clearly enjoying what he was doing to her. She exhaled deeply, watching as he laid down near her hips. He peppered kisses along her pale skin, tracing the toy along her drenched heat, “I’ll take care of you.” He promised as he circled the vibrator around her clit, just barely dancing around her throbbing bud to tease her. A shrill sound left her mouth as he bit down on her hip, leaving a mark along her skin.

It was hard to keep her eyes open to focus on anything as he slowly dragged the vibrator on her clit again, pressing it down hard on her fluttering bud. She was rolling her hips, moaning twice as loud as the woman on the tape as Billy flicked his tongue out across the top of her labia.

“Billy,” She cried out at the feeling of him slowly circling the toy across her clit. He groaned, kissing along her skin again and she desperately wished she could reach forward and grip his blonde curls for support, “Please, please.” Her toes were curling and she resisted the urge to kick her feet out across the bed. The vibrations traveled across her body, rocking against her core and leaving her in bliss. 

“Begging for it like a little whore,” He tsked, flicking his tongue down across the top of her clit just after he brushed the toy across it. She whined, trying to lift her hips against his large hand that was pressing down on her abdomen. He was keeping her still and she hated it. She wanted nothing more than to grind up against him, to reach her high, “You are a little whore aren’t you? Only whores watch naughty movies with their brothers.” He pressed the toy down harder on her clit, circling it slowly. She felt her eyes fluttering closed again and her feet kicked out as the vibrations traveled clear up her spine.

“Yes,” She told him quickly, trying to keep the whimpers from becoming too loud. It took everything in her to keep from bucking her hips up into him and the toy. Her body was warming in a way she hadn’t felt before, starting from her core and traveling to her toes and to her face, “Please, Billy. Want it so bad.” She hadn’t ever felt so desperate before. 

“You wanna come?” He teased her, pressing the toy down harder on her clit. Her thighs shook as her head fell back on the pillows, her hips pressing up against him in a reckless manner. Her wrists burned against the restraints as she nodded her head quickly.

“Yes,” She was blubbering, fighting hard to keep her eyes open as she stared at his toned back. She could no longer hear the moaning from the tape as she sprawled across the bed, clenching around nothing as she reached her peak, “Oh my god!” She wailed, kicking her heels against the mattress as he pressed the toy down harder on her clit. Her thighs clenched together as she cried out from the overstimulation from the vibrations, trying to wiggle away from the pleasure that was traveling up her body. 

Billy moved quickly, tossing the vibrator to the side of the bed and he dipped between her legs. He licked his tongue along her drenched folds, licking away her slick with raspy groans as he pried her legs apart. She cried out as her legs shook, trying to shut him out and pull him closer all at once. It felt too good as she rolled her hips up, her clit throbbing against his warm tongue.

“So fucking hard,” He grunted out when he finally came up for air. He gripped her hips, flipping her easily on the bed so that her wrists were crossed. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as he pushed down on her spine, leaving her ass up in the air, “Wanna treat you good. Gonna make you come so hard.” He promised as he rubbed his tip between her sensitive folds. She whimpered, wishing she was able to move easier so she could watch him. He sounded as desperate as what she felt.

“Please,” The depravity in her tone surprised her as he used one hand to trace the curve of her back. She exhaled deeply, urging for something from him as he traced his cock along her wet folds again. She whimpered as he pressed his tip against her drenched hole, trying to rock herself backwards so he could thrust into her, “Billy, I want your cock. Please!” She kicked her feet against the bed, earning a hard smack against her backside from his rough hand. She squealed into the pillows, trying to control her movements again.

“Such a greedy little cock slut,” He hissed out, leaning down and biting down on her earlobe. She whined, thinking that the sounds that left his mouth were twice as good as the ones from the tape, “Are you that desperate for my cock? Acting like a little bitch in heat.” 

“Yes,” She pleaded with him, feeling the urge to cry from just how badly she wanted him, “So desperate for you, Billy. Need your cock so badly.” She blubbered out, wiggling her hips to urge him closer to her. He licked the side of her neck, moving his hands across her chest and squeezing her boobs hard in his large hands.

“Whose cock?” His voice was gravely and raspy and traveled across her body and straight to her wet pussy. She squirmed under his rough hands as he squeezed at her flesh again, waiting for an answer. She paused, thinking hard at what would drive him up the walls. 

“Daddy’s.” Kim mumbled out so quietly that she was unsure if he had heard her. He stilled his movements behind her before he was gripping her waist harshly. She tried to keep her face hidden in the pillows but it wasn’t long before Billy took a hold of her hair and was yanking her flush against him. He looked down at her, his lips curling as he took in her pitiful figure.

“What was that?” His chest was rising hard against his back and his tone was oddly calm despite the lustful haze that had taken over his features. She could feel her face burning in shame, wondering if she had taken it too far, “Use your words.” He tapped his knuckle onto the soft part of her cheek, urging her to speak. 

“I said,” She was unsure if she was shaking from her powerful orgasm anymore, “I want my daddy’s cock.” Her voice was soft, a bit unsure as he forced her to look at him. She watched the depraved look that crossed his eyes as he brushed his thumb across her lip. He pinched it softly, earning a soft protest from her.

“Poor baby,” He tsked, pouting his lips out as he mocked her. It sent a thrill through her and she resisted the urge to grind back up against him, “You just want your daddy’s cock, that’s it?” She nodded her head, letting her lips part as she pressed gentle kisses against his thumb. 

“Please,” She wasn’t sure how much more she needed to beg for his hard cock until he gave in, “I’ll do whatever you want. Please, daddy.” She whined again, feeling in her own little space as she referred to him as anything but his name. 

“Hm,” He squeezed her sides, spitting against the side of her cheek and causing her to quickly close her eyes. She whimpered when he roughly pushed her face back down into the pillows. Her heart was hammering in her chest as he slowly pushed his hard cock inside of her drenched hole. She whined as he slowly filled himself into her tight hole, filling her to the brim. She sighed in relief, feeling sparks arising as he traced his hands from her shoulder blades and up to her ass, “Daddy’s little whore. What a little slut, gonna fuck you dumb.” He promised as he rocked his hips forward harshly. The movements caused the pillow to drag along the side of her face as his spit dripped into her open mouth.

“Fuck me,” She begged, wishing she could push back against him as his hands tightened around her narrow hips. The drag of his cock was leaving her speechless as he roughly pounded into her fluttering hole. She was sure they would have a noise complaint as loud as she was being, but she couldn’t help it. He felt so good, he made her feel so good. He was groaning just as loud, snapping his hips forward and dragging her along the length of his cock, “Feels good, so good.” She exhaled deeply, tugging at her restraints in hopes Billy would take mercy on her so she could touch him.

“Such a needy little slut,” He grunted out as he snapped his hips forward, pressing himself further inside of her. She whined as he pushed her hips down further and angled his hips up so that the head of his cock was repeatedly hitting against her bundle of nerves. She felt her eyes cross at the sensation that shook through her body, “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.” He groaned again, squeezing her flesh in his hand as he rocked into her.

“Yeah,” She breathed out shakily, her thighs were quivering from the pleasure that was building inside of her again. Her muscles were clenching together tightly, “Love my daddy’s cock.” She mumbled, feeling so dirty as his hand smacked against her backside again. It brought a grin to her face as he squeezed her waist tightly with his large hands.

“Little baby’s got a slutty little mouth,” Billy kept the same brutal movements, the sound of their skin meeting echoed off the walls. It was filthy, so disgusting yet she wanted more of it. Her pussy was drenched around his hard cock and she prayed his movements would never stop as she neared her edge again, “Gonna cum on my cock?” He questioned her, moving a free hand up to squeeze at her reddened cheeks. She nodded, squinting her eyes shut tightly as the pleasure rolled through her body.

“Daddy,” She whined as he pumped into her harder, his warm balls pressing up against her skin as he moved into her deeper. He squeezed her chin softly, spreading her lips as he dipped down and moved his lips against hers roughly. She whined against his mouth, her ankles crossing over his calves as she came undone around him, “Fuck, fuck.” She squeaked out through her second orgasm of the night. He groaned, pressing into her deeply as he slowed his movements. He rode her orgasm out slowly before he came to a stop. She was drooling in completely bliss, licking at her lips as she tried to control the rough beating in her chest. 

“Gonna try something,” She whimpered as he slowly pulled out of her wet hole. Her legs were trembling from her second orgasm and she felt a shudder travel up her spine when a cool liquid was pressed across her crack. She gasped as his fingers spread the liquid across her, “It’s gonna feel good, just relax.” He told her softly and she tried to listen, knowing her body was too exhausted to really protest.

“S’lot,” She squeaked out as the head of his cock pushed into her puckered hole. Her mind felt foggy from the pleasure that was circulating in her body. Her swollen clit throbbed again as she clenched her toes together in anticipation, “Oh, daddy.” She mumbled, listening to his soft groans as his hands traced the curve of her body.

She bit down on the pillow, ignoring how damp it already was. She clenched her hands into fists as he stretched out her puckered hole, pushing himself inside slowly. It took her a moment to exhale, but once he did he slid in that much easier. It burned, but not quite as bad as when he had taken her virginity. She felt that it was easier to relax as he thumbed her clit.

“S’alright?” He questioned, his voice sounding strained as he spoke. Kim was so frustrated she thought that she could eat the pillow. She wished she could see his face so that she was able to see the pleasure that was written across his features. Not to mention that her knees were beginning to grow numb. She was really beginning to hate the handcuffs.

“Feels nice,” She nodded, her breath leaving her lungs as he slowly slid out before he pushed back into her. She squeaked, curling her toes as he rocked her forward again. He laughed breathlessly, still pressing down on her sensitive clit, “Daddy.” She whimpered, earning another groan from him. Her ears perked up at the sound of the vibrator again and she desperately tried to turn to see what he was doing.

“Shh,” He hushed her, pressing down on her hip to try and relax her, “It’s fine. I’ve got you.” He promised, dipping the vibrator between her legs. Her whole body nearly fell forward as he pressed it against her swollen pussy again. She cried out as he wrapped his free arm underneath her waist. He supported her completely as she dug her nails into her fist, squirming against the vibrations.

“Oh my god,” She whined, causing him to groan as her movements ended up pushing him deeper inside of her puckered hole. She was fighting the urge to kick her feet against the bed as her head fell onto the pillow. Billy cooed softly, “So, so much.” She mumbled, enjoying the vibrations that were crossing through her body again.

“Doing so good,” He praised her, leaning down to press his warm lips against her back. He twirled the vibrator along her clit as he slowly rocked his hips forward, nudging her face further into the pillows. She moaned, the sounds from her mouth bouncing off of the orange walls. He exhaled in pleasure, pressing his arm around her waist tightly to keep her in place, “My good little slut.” He mumbled, his lips brushing against her skin. 

“Wanna feel you come,” She mumbled after a few minutes of moaning incoherently for his cock. Everything felt so good, like her whole body had erupted into flames. Her body trembled around him, aching for him, “Please.” She whined out as he drove his cock into her deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation.

“Not yet, pretty baby,” He teased, licking up a patch of skin along her back. She whined lowly, feeling her pussy clench around nothing. It was like he knew her body better than what she did. He dipped the vibrator down against her drenched, clenching hole. He traced it along her entrance slowly before he began to fit it inside of her pussy, “Gonna fuck you so good.” He groaned lowly.

Her eyes fell back in her head as he fit the vibrator inside of her pulsing cunt, slowly grinding it up into her in the similar motions with his cock. He was panting above her, praising her as he filled both of her holes. The vibrator was racing through her whole body, sending the shocks straight up her spine as she bit down on her lip in complete awe. She was sure she was chanting his name in the same way she had seen people pray to God. She didn’t need religion, she had him. 

“Billy,” She exhaled slowly as his hips snapped forward, he was grinding into her needlessly. Her lips were parted in bliss as he rocked her across the mattress. Her mind was becoming fuzzy, unable to focus on complete sentences as he curled the vibrator up to hit her bundle of nerves, “Fuck.” She hissed out between her teeth, as the vibrations rocked through her body. 

She was gaping, gnawing at the pillow as he rolled his hips forward again. Her eyes were still fluttering in the back of her skull as he held the vibrator in place inside of her. She felt stuffed, unable to move as the pleasure was almost too much for her overstimulated clit. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out harshly, his movements becoming more harsh and not as rhythmic as he neared his orgasm. She could feel her toes curling together again as her stomach clenched up tightly. She was rolling her hips as best as she could manage, desperate for him to hit all of the sweet spots inside of her that drew her closer to her edge, “So fucking pretty.” He mumbled before he spit onto his cock, letting his drool coat her puckered hole.

“Billy,” Her chest heaved as she kicked her feet against the bed again, feeling completely weak as her legs began to tremble again. He fucked the vibrator into her harder, the sensations traveling through her body as she clenched around the toy harshly, “Fuck!” She cried out, muffling her screams into the pillow as she shook around him for the last time. She was whining, in complete bliss and pleasure as the vibrations nearly became too much.

“Oh god,” Billy’s strained voice sent another jolt of electricity to her core. As weak as she felt she still fought to look over her shoulder, trying to peek at him as best as he could. He looked better than any of the male models on the cover of her romance books. His dirty blonde hair was stuck against his forehead, his mouth parted in bliss and his eyebrows were scrunched tightly together, “Fuck, fuck.” He cursed, rocking his hips into her harshly. He grunted loudly, pulling himself out quickly and pumping himself roughly in his hand. She was still squirming as the vibrator continued to pump inside of her as he emptied his spunk onto her back and hair. She gaped, unsure if she was moaning from the sight or from the sensation inside of her.

He fell onto her, breathing hard as he slowly dipped between her legs and removed the vibrator from her soaked cunt. She whimpered lowly, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs. He sighed softly, not even bothering to shut the toy off as he pulled her hair out of her face, looking at her concerned.

“Are you okay?” He slowly moved next to the table, looking as exhausted as she felt. He used the key to unlock her handcuffs and she quickly rubbed at her wrists before she rolled onto her back, not even caring if she got his come all over the blanket. She could sleep without the blanket for one night, she was sure of it. 

It took a moment for her to collect her thoughts and recognize what Billy had said. Her whole body was thrumming from the pleasure she had just experienced and she was sure she would be unable to have another orgasm for the rest of the night. Her ears were ringing from how hard she had come.

“I think my pussy’s broken,” She admitted as she stared up at the ceiling, unable to draw away from the designs her eyes were creating in her mind, “In a good way.” She added at the end, still noticing the concerned look he sent her. 

“Is that really good?” She listened to the vibrator finally turn off as he crawled next to her, the bed dipping underneath his weight. She was sure that she needed a shower, but if she tried that now she’d end up crawling to the bathroom. Her legs felt like limp noodles.

“Yes,” She turned to him, smiling dopily at him. He pushed her red hair out of her face gently as he observed her, leaning down over her, “It’s really good.” She giggled, feeling like so much had just happened within the night. She wasn’t sure what else she could learn, but she wanted to know more. 

He pressed his lips against hers gently, moving them softly as his hand rubbed against her soft thigh. He squeezed her hip softly, his lips curling into a smile as her hand found his bicep. She tried not to giggle, liking the way his mustache tickled against her lips and skin. Even with as tired as she was, she could stay there forever wrapped up in his arms. 

“Billy,” She breathed out slowly, suddenly overtaken with emotions as she pulled away from him. She looked up at his soft blue eyes, feeling safe as she observed his features. She watched the way his eyebrow slowly raised as he watched her, looking worried as if he did something wrong. Kim exhaled, trying to force the words to bounce off of her tongue. She suddenly felt vulnerable under his gaze, “I had fun.” She mumbled softly, feeling ashamed that she wasn’t able to say what she wanted to. He beamed at her.

“I’ll get the shower started,” He told her, pressing his lips against her softly again. She paused, thinking that she could start over. She could try and say those words again. She hesitated, watching as he rose to the edge of the bed, “Don’t go too far.” He smirked knowingly at her. She felt her lips twitch into a smile and she hoped she was hiding the disappointment in herself well. She watched as he turned the corner and listened as the water kicked on.

She mentally kicked herself as she stared up at the ceiling. She had dreamt about finding the perfect guy for so long, but never realized how hard it would be to actually tell them how she felt. It was scary, terrifying even. He had technically been the one to say it first, but he had denied actually feeling that way every chance he got. She was too afraid that he wouldn’t want anything to do once he knew the truth. 

Then again, she knew she couldn’t dance around this forever. She was hopelessly and completely in love with him. No matter how badly she wanted to pretend that she wasn’t, she was. She couldn’t deny it any longer. Kim exhaled softly, squeezing the sheets as she tried to make sense over what was the best thing to do.

“Are you ready?” He peered back into the room, no longer looking as flushed. She nodded her head, sitting up slowly as her body ached all over. He took a hold of her hands hesitantly, helping her stand up on her wobbly feet. 

“I feel like a grandma,” She told him seriously as they walked towards the bathroom. Her legs still felt like they would collapse under her at any second, “And my butt hurts.” She admitted, holding onto his hand tightly as she stepped into the shower. She sighed in relief once the hot jets traveled down her skin.

“Sorry,” He grinned at her, not looking very sorry at all, “Let me help.” She looked at him confused, watching as he put a glob of shampoo in his hands and slowly worked it into her hair. 

She relaxed under Billy’s touch, letting him rub his fingers against her scalp and moisturize her hair. She wasn’t sure why it felt so good to have someone else massage her scalp, but it did. It tickled down the base of her neck as he continued his slow movements across her head. She took a moment before she used her body wash to carefully scrub her body down. 

“It smells good,” He noted, complimenting her shampoo. She nodded, keeping her eyes shut as he rinsed her hair out. She felt her heart pounding in her chest again as she wondered if he had ever done this with any of his other dates, “Like cherries.” 

“I like fruity scents,” She finally spoke up once it was all rinsed from her hair. She bent over to put the conditioner in, “You can use some if you want.” She offered him, watching how his lips slowly curled into a smile.

“I’m good,” His hands brushed across her waist as she scrubbed at her head, missing the feeling of Billy’s fingers on her head, “I might take you up on that offer later.” She smiled at him, knowing she wouldn’t mind at all. 

“I don’t want to go back,” She admitted once they were both fully scrubbed down and clean. She still ached between her legs as she dried herself off in the shower. Billy had loosely wrapped his towel around his waist as he worked on his hair again. He glanced towards her, “It’s nice here. Nobody seems to care about small town gossip.” 

“No one knows, that’s why no one cares,” He told her and she watched the way he concentrated while working with his hair. She wrapped the towel around herself, remembering her pajamas were outside, “What?” He turned to face her, leaning against the counter as he took in her sheepish grin. Her eyes wandered across his torso, drinking in the image of him. Her clit throbbed uncomfortably as she felt herself growing wet again.

“I need something to wear,” She sent him a cheeky smile, feeling her dimple pop free. He smirked, letting his eyes wander over the part of her body that was exposed, “I don’t want to sleep naked.” She told him, feeling like she knew what he was thinking.

“Well that’s no fun,” He smirked, leaving the bathroom for a second. She listened as he rummaged around and finally heard the disc eject from the player. She stepped slowly towards the mirror, looking at how tired she looked. She brushed her hair out slowly, careful not to pull too hard on the tangles as he appeared again, “Here.” She looked at the black shirt confused, knowing it was nothing of hers. She stared at the Motley Crue shirt that he handed her, trying to keep from shaking in joy as she realized he was offering her his shirt to wear.

“Are you sure?” She asked, worried that she would make it smell different. He shrugged his shoulders, as if he was no big deal, before he pulled his towel off and left it on the hooks. Her eyes widened, staring at his dick dangling between his legs as he walked to the bed. Her face burned as she realized he’d be sleeping naked, “Okay.” She wasn’t sure how else to reply as she took a shaky breath. As much as she’d love to do more with him, she knew she was far too sore to do so.

She slowly settled in next to him, pulling the blankets up over her lap. She had neglected to wear panties, just in case she changed her mind. He had a TV program playing, some odd show as she turned to her side and faced him. She thought he looked like the old marble statues that were sculpted after gods. She tried not to crack a grin, knowing he would love nothing more than to know she was comparing him to a god. 

“I can’t believe that woman thought we were dating,” Kim giggled out at last, looking into his pretty blue eyes as she laid next to him. She brushed her hand over her chest, playing with the design on the shirt he had given her, “It was kinda nice.” She admitted slowly, trying to control her breathing so she didn’t freak out. It was more than a subtle hint, she thought.

“Yeah, kind of weird,” He said a few seconds after he inspected her features. She felt her heart hammering inside of her chest, hoping that he would be the one to say the words again so she wouldn’t have to, “I don’t know why she thought that.” He brushed it off like it was nothing. She gulped softly, trying to be as vague as possible. 

“We were kind of acting like one,” She told him gently, trying not to panic as the smile slowly left his face, “I think everyone thinks that about strangers they don’t know.” She spoke quickly, trying to derail the conversation to something else.

“I guess,” He didn’t look as enthused, but smiled at her again to push the hair from her face, “You should rest, you’re going to be tired in the morning.” She giggled again when he leaned forward and pressed his soft lips against hers. She breathed him in, like it would be the last time.

“Okay,” She responded dreamily, still feeling like she had a lot of energy left in her to talk, “See you in the morning.” She nestled into her pillow, still laying on her side as she faced him. He nodded, turning over to shut off the lamp. She felt a dull ache forming in her chest when he rolled on his opposite side, facing away from her. She settled on her back, feeling disappointed that she wasn’t able to say it again. 

She still had part of tomorrow, before they went back to Hawkins. She’d do it then. She’d tell him how she felt tomorrow. She promised it to herself, not wanting to spend another second without him knowing how she felt.

[eatsbop]

Mr.Kim when Minji has a boyfriend: I'm gonna kill this boy and fed him to the dogs

Hansoo when Taehoon has a boyfriend: Huh why would you date Taehoon? Did my son bullied you?? Did he threatened you? 😳

The world is unfair.

Certainly Minji doesn't think this way because Dabin is allowed to paint her nails any color she wants and Uncle Jincheol even buys her nail polish himself.

They've worked so hard painting it neatly though!

Her dad has no idea! Completely no idea how much soda they had to buy Taehoon so he would willingly blow on her nails in that particular gentleness so it won't disturb the paint and it'll dry evenly!

Noooooo, it's not because of that. Not because as soon as he arrived and saw her pretty nails, her dad freaked and had the nail polish removed because the chemicals would seep into her bloodstream straight to her liver and kidneys. What even?! They've worked so hard on it all afternoon. Darn it. If Uncle Hansoo hadn't promised to talk some sense to her dad, she'd really rebel. But no. That's not it.

That's not the reason why she, Kim Minji, is in a bad mood.

"..and I was just talking to him. I just feel sick when he's around." Taehoon was droning. She tuned him out at first but apparently Taehoon made a discovery this morning at the dojang. A very curious thing. Dabin nudged her and did all sorts of eyebrow acrobatics while stuffing her face with rice to get her to listen.

It's the usual Taehoon thing. Taekwondo. Dowoon. Taekwondo. Dowoon. That's all this kid cares about seriously. Well considering how much Uncle Hansoo has kicked him while training, it's probably a feat in itself that the six year old could still process two things.

"My chest felt stuffy and my face felt warm and heavy like I did a headstand for 20 minutes!"

"Dude. How do you know how it feels to do a headstand for 20 minutes?"

Taehoon gave Dabin a sideway glare. "It's a valuable life experience, noona. I'll ask Uncle Jincheol to help you do it."

"Nah, pass."

"Anyway, I think he has radiation or something." Taehoon concludes.

"What.." Hansoo tilts his head. "Dowoon has what now..?"

"Radiation! He told me about it before. I forgot most of it."

"That he has radiation?"

"No! About.. radiation allergy!"

"Maybe you're running a fever. Did you check your temperature?" Her dad prompted while sneaking all the meat to her bowl.

Taehoon reaches out with his chopsticks and took the food straight out of her heap.

"Hey, you punk! Get your own!"

"You gave all of it to her! What about me?!"

"Eat more bean sprouts! It's good for the heart! Didn't you say your chest felt weird?!" Her dad snaps back.

Taehoon slaps the table, chopsticks clanking against the wood. "Right?! Appa, I think I'm seriously sick. Seriously. You don't understand. You should take me to the doctor. I'll get a shot if I have to!"

"Okay? You won't cry?" Hansoo smiles down at his son, building a bean sprout tower on his bowl.

Taehoon sneaks a glance at her and Dabin. "Why would I cry, what are you talking about. Get real."

Dabin snorted as audibly as possible.

Taehoon clears his throat. "Listen, that bastard-"

"Language, Taehoon."

"That garbage Jeongchan punched Dowoon's face and Dowoon cried a lot I had to take care of him-"

"So you admit you were the one who broke Chan's arm.."

"No, like. I had to take care of Dowoon because he was crying! You're not listening to me. I could be dying, Appa! Listen!"

"Okay, okay.."

"And Dowoon was crying so much and his lip was all busted and he got some blood on my hands and SNOT."

"I'M EATING HERE!" Dabin shrieks.

Taehoon snickers. "Anyway. My chest started hurting a lot, Appa. I think it's an allergic reaction."

"From the radiation."

Taehoon nods, face grave. "From his snot."

"You're being disgusting on purpose!" Dabin groans.

"You know I asked Yeonwoo." Taehoon continues, ignoring Dabin's dying noises.

"About?"

"About this! Listen to me! Are you even listening!"

"No, what about this did you ask him. Calm down! You sprayed rice all over my face! Don't talk with rice in your mouth!"

Taehoon scowls. "I told him about how my chest feels weird when Dowoon's around like I'm running laps and how it even gets difficult to breathe sometimes when we're talking!"

"And what did our little doctor say?"

"It's exactly as I suspected! I'm experiencing an allergic reaction. Ani- Alp.."

"Anaphylaxis. Please."

"Whatever. I don't care what it's called. Dowoon's making me sick. Yeonwoo said I need to stay away from him. You should take me to the doctor."

"..or you could just stay away from Dowoon like Yeonwoo suggested." Hansoo grins.

Taehoon's jaw fell slack. "You can't be serious."

"What? Yeonwoo has a point-"

"What would Yeonwoo know?! He's just nerd! I'm sure a real doctor can fix me. An adult knows better! He'll give me medicine!"

"Uh.. what if he doesn't? What if there's no medicine? You're fine when Dowoon's not around so maybe we should just keep it that way."

"No?" Taehoon squeaks.

"..no?"

Taehoon grabs his chopsticks and starts eating his bean sprouts. "I'll just eat more vegetables. I think I'll be fine."

Hansoo laughs and ruffles his son's hair. "Okay. I'll try to buy more meat for your health too. Hang in there, Taehoon-ah."

Seriously, the world isn't fair. Taeyang immediately bolted after her dad simply raised his voice at him. He never spoke to her again too! She went to his house to apologize to him but Taeyang's dad is a complete nutjob. He threw salt at her and Dabin even before they could introduce themselves and went off with a nonsense speech about personal circumstances and ill-fated meetings. Weirdo. But here's Taehoon risking a heart attack for his best friend. It's gross to even think about, but she wish she could find a Taehoon too. The world isn't fair. Dowoon has a car, lots of food to eat, a friend's dad who doesn't hate him and a Taehoon.

Darn it. The glitter nail polish suits her complexion too.

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Bad Temptation : XII |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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“- No one has ever heard of two markings. A vampire can only have one soul mate, otherwise it would become anything.”

Elyzabeth crosses her arms over her chest, her slightly panicked gaze fixed on the window. She puffs out her cheeks before snapping her fingers and rummaging between the pages of an old book. Her finger slides across pages that smell of mint and poppy, then she wrinkles her nose further, visibly frustrated. She moves her finger again and sighs deeply.

“- In any case, no witch has ever heard of it.

- So, what's that on Lysa's shoulder?”

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, restraining himself from letting his bitterness show. He knew that Taehyung was his soul mate. He'd understood it the day their eyes had met in that nightclub. Lysa had already tried to brand other vampires, but she'd never managed to get a real mark. This made him angry. He drops onto the sofa, both hands running through his hair, as Elyzabeth's accusing gaze falls on him, without her saying a word. She has that expression of someone who thinks “I told you so” while remaining judgmental without escalating the situation.

“- Taehyung gets sick when we don't talk.

- I know, Jimin told me.

- I can feel when he's not well, every change of emotion bursts like fireworks inside me. And I don't know how to handle it.

- Learn to dance to the same rhythm as his. You're doing a shaky tango. Try to make it natural. Explain things to him, lay a solid foundation.

- He'll never listen to me… I scared him… I hurt him.

- Then apologize. I'll find out about Lysa's mark. Maybe other witches have heard of it, who knows?

- Okay, fine. Okay.”

Resigned, Jungkook rises from his chair, grabs his suit jacket and heads for the exit. He understands why Elyzabeth was taking small glances outside. As he passes the Ivanovich house, he notices Heisukei's large, dark car parked directly opposite. Their eyes met and glanced at each other from a distance before Jungkook arrogantly looked away, returning to his own car without creating a fuss. To be honest, he'd never liked Heisukei. He found him a strange, elusive specimen. In his eyes, Heisukei should never have joined the witchcraft faculty; it was a bad idea. But Jungkook had no say in the matter, his father being the head of the circle at the time. Even though the majority had voted against his admission, no one had ever understood how he'd gotten the job. Probably another deception, but that didn't matter to Jungkook at the moment. His priority was to reach Taehyung, apologize, and find the right words. Whatever happened, they were in this together.

In front of Taehyung's house, all seemed religiously calm. Jungkook doesn't even have time to knock before the door opens on a distraught Choi-Mi.

“Choi-Mi?

- Mr. Kim is not well! Not well at all!

- Calm down, take me to see him.

- I can't take…

- Why can't you?

- Mr. Kim isn't here. I don't know where he is! Has he deserted me? He abandoned Choi-Mi?”

Jungkook felt his blood boil, looking around the impeccably tidy apartment. He notices a note that the zombie must have read. He tries to reassure her and rushes to read the letter. He reads it carefully twice, wrinkles his nose and sighs with relief. Looking at Choi-Mi, who was in tears, he smiled gently. These zombies were so sensitive, almost like children, which amused Jungkook.

“- Taehyung hasn't abandoned you, Choi-Mi. He's just gone for some fresh air. He'll be back in an hour.

- Oh. He wrote this?

- Yes. Can't you read?”

Without embarrassment, Choi-Mi shrugs, answering that no, she'd never found it useful. Jungkook nods with a smile, holding back a laugh. For a moment, he observed Taehyung's apartment, a place where her scent was omnipresent. With every breath, he felt as if he could smell him near him. He gently asks Choi-Mi to return to her duties. She happily complies, dragging a laundry basket to the terrace with difficulty, which makes Jungkook laugh. He heads for the bedroom, glancing around. It's a simple room: a double bed, two bedside tables, a dressing table. He moves closer to look inside, touching the colorful clothes, a far cry from the dark tones of his own wardrobe. He lets his fingers glide over the fabrics, inhaling Taehyung's scent like a drug. He doesn't realize Taehyung's presence until Taehyung restrains his hand, preventing him from giving in to his urges.

“- Not on clean clothes, Jungkook. Let's see.

- You're home.”

As if in disbelief, Jungkook seems relieved to see Taehyung. He kisses him passionately, but quickly calms down as he feels Taehyung tense under his fingers in a way that wasn't pleasant. The human's pleading gaze made it clear that he didn't want to be hurt, which drew a tender, ashamed smile from Jungkook, aware of the fear he may have aroused in himself.

“- Taehyung, listen to me.

- I'm…

- I'm sorry. I behaved badly. There's no excuse for it. But you can't hate me. I don't know your feelings, I don't know what you're going through or how you're going through it. But I know how I live it, and I'm not happy when we fight.

- I don't understand myself, Jungkook… I'm never like this! I'm afraid of everything that happens to me, of what it does to me…”

Jungkook takes him in his arms and helps him make himself comfortable on the bed. He strokes his back, trying to relax him, then closes his eyes to immerse himself in their shared scent.

“- When a vampire of my blood marks someone, our bloods mingle. I need your blood to survive, but you need my bites too. Otherwise, you'll suffer from Corrupted Blood Syndrome.

- Let me guess, you feel sick to death?

- Exactly. Your blood now contains vampiric toxins. That's what makes you sick when you're away from me. Our bloods are mixing, and that can be deadly for a human.”

Taehyung nods, digesting the information, before staring at the ceiling. He nibbles his lower lip, plays with his sleeves, then finally asks the question that burns him.

“- What about Lysa? How does it work?

- I can only mark one person. It's to preserve the pureblood line.

- It's not going to get much bigger with me.

- That's true.”

The atmosphere relaxes. Taehyung watches Jungkook, caressing his lips to reveal his fangs. They're white, shiny, and Jungkook nibbles gently on Taehyung's thumb, making him laugh. The vampire revels in the moment. Taehyung has a million questions on his mind, but he finally finds one that particularly burns his lips.

“- Does this mean… you're in love with me?

- Yes, it does. I'm completely crazy about you.

- Because of the branding?

- No. Because… Because you're just the person I need. Whether I were a vampire, a human, or even a mop, I would have chosen you.

- You're comparing me to a mop?”

Taehyung's fake pout makes Jungkook panic, but Taehyung bursts out laughing. Surprised, the vampire joins in the infectious laughter before rolling on top of him to kiss him. They're like two inseparable magnets, and Taehyung's arms encircle Jungkook as their hearts beat in unison. Yet Taehyung still wonders if vampires really have a heart beating in their chest.

“- What now?

- We get rid of Lysa. Then we'll get married. And nothing will ever come between us again.

- I never want to feel this weak or terrified again. I want us to be able to communicate without you threatening to kill my friends.

- … I promise I'll never do it again. It was small of me. I should never have threatened Elyzabeth… or Jimin.”

Taehyung nods softly, letting Jungkook kiss him again, this time with more depth. Their bodies melt together in a sensual waltz, interrupted abruptly when Choi-Mi enters the room without any embarrassment.

“- Is Mr. Jeon having dinner with us tonight? I'm planning to make bibimbap and lemon rice.

- … Yes, Choi-Mi. I'm staying for dinner tonight.

- Very well, then. You have one hour to complete your activities. I'll pick you up for dinner. Please try to be dressed.”

[bcbdrums]

The Voice - ch. 4

First Chapter | Previous Chapter AO3 | FFn

A Drakgo story.

Suspense/angst, injury, hurt/comfort multi-chap. Spoilers ahead if you've not read the first parts.

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"I, um...would you like to hear another story?"

Of course she didn't respond, and Drakken felt the sick feeling return to his stomach. He frowned and looked away to where the red of the sunset had all but vanished. He wondered if he should turn the flashlight on when it got dark... He could still hear the rain through the hole in the cave's ceiling.

"The hover-car really won't take long to fix, as soon as the rain stops. I know you've been telling me to put a dome on it for years... Eddie would call it 'tricked out.' But it does have some utility... As long as I'm adding things, do you think it needs more seats? I know the last model had three in the front... It would be useful if we ever capture Kim Possible...although I suppose we could just stuff her in the trunk... Yes, I know that's what you would prefer... But I'd like her to hear my gloating before we imprison her for life in the dungeon... Oh! That...that was supposed to be a surprise..."

Drakken felt his chest constrict in pain again.

"I built a dungeon, under the new lair..."

Tears came to his eyes again. They would never capture Kim Possible together. Shego would never see the dungeon he had built. But...he could tell her about it.

"You...you might not like it. It's entirely cliche... I even put a fake skeleton in there, hanging from a wall with shackles... But I had it built it out of the natural cave, so lava is running through..."

Drakken realized just then that even though his clothes were dry, he was still very damp. The cave was hot and humid, and his hair hadn't dried at all in the time they had been inside. He tugged at his collar uncomfortably.

"It has those...old medieval cages that are only big enough for a person to stand in...hanging from caves over the lava flow... And it has a drawbridge over the lava, with the controls only on one side. Oh! You'll like this. I calculated the length of Kim Possible's grapple gun from various security footage and made sure the ceilings are higher. Even if she escapes the cages or shackles, she wouldn't be able to use that thing to get out. And I want to find something that she's afraid of to put inside, too... Maybe—"

He had been about to say 'spiders' but stopped short. The last thing Shego needed reminding of was spiders.

"Maybe I can build a projector...or a Pepper's ghost stage... What do you think the odds are that Kim Possible knows about Pepper's ghost? I'm sure her computer kid knows about them, but there wouldn't be anything digital for him to scan. That's what I'll do..."

He tugged at his collar again and suddenly felt itchy all over. He gently placed Shego's hand on her leg and noted how cold she seemed to be despite the heat in the cave.

"I'm just...going to take my shirt off. It's too hot," he explained as he moved off of the wall.

He stayed within her line of sight as he undid the buttons and then yanked the sweat-soaked garment off of his back, the sleeves sticking to his arms slightly. He tossed the shirt away in the direction of the unopened chip bags. He untucked the t-shirt he was wearing from his waistband and pulled at the front of the shirt a few times to air out his chest.

He looked at Shego's still-damp hair and the sheen of sweat over her face. He reached his hands cautiously toward the zipper of her suit.

"Do you want me to... Ah...n-never-mind," he said with a blush, changing his mind. She definitely would not want him undressing her, even if she was hot. And...it wouldn't matter anyway.

He leaned back against the wall and found the stone cool and a slight relief, though his back was still sweaty inside his t-shirt.

"Actually, that...that reminds me of another story. Do you want to hear it...? You probably don't... But my first year in college, I'm sure my dorm room was haunted."

He shifted to put his shoulder against hers, and when he picked up her hand to hold he noticed again how cold she was even through her suit. It wasn't a good sign. Or...maybe it was? Would a quick death be better?

He fought the urge to cry, and leaned his head against hers.

"It's a scary story... You can tell me later if you think so or not..." He paused to gather his emotions as he recalled the memory and decided where to start. "The dorm room I was assigned was on the top floor and in a corner. Oh, I should explain... This was the old building, that had been part of the old campus before MIST was founded. I...can't remember what the old college was called. But my dorm had been part of the original buildings that were built in the 1920's. So it had all the original plumbing, the walls were thicker...the windows had no screens and were single-plate glass... Some rooms, like mine, didn't have a shower and only an old claw-foot tub. And the water was fed from a natural hot spring. It would have been interesting, if not for the haunting...

"When I moved in I also had a freshman roommate. His name was Jonah... He was from Kenya. But that's not relevant... The room was very nice and we both liked it, but all of the upperclassmen told us we had the haunted room. They told us that back in the twenties...a man and woman had been shot and killed in our room, because the woman was the young wife of one of the professors...and the man was a student apprentice to that professor. It was the professor of course who murdered them, after catching them together.

"The story we were told was that the ghosts of the two victims haunted the room, and if anyone ever did anything at all dishonest...horrible things began happening to them. Freak accidents and injuries... Things going missing..."

The light from the sunset had vanished entirely, and Drakken found himself feeling afraid. He turned on the flashlight and set it facing up on the floor right between his and Shego's legs.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm being a baby... But it was really haunted, Shego! After the first couple of months...first, our laundry was destroyed. Down in the washroom... In the same machines we always used. Both mine and Jonah's, but no one else's was ruined. You could say that was just a coincidence... But later that week when I tried to take a bath... I filled the tub as usual while I shaved, but then when I went to get in...the cold water hadn't worked. The tub was only full of hot water. I could have been scalded! And...and before you say it's just coincidence or the old plumbing...that same night the window fell closed while Jonah was studying and the pane shattered. He had so many cuts on his arms and face.

"After that, Jonah admitted he had stolen the answers to the first chemistry test. I was livid. I couldn't believe he had done it, knowing our dorm was haunted! And I know you'll just say...it's still only coincidence. But that night... It was the night before the test... I was asleep, and I woke up when I heard Jonah shout. I saw...I saw two people standing over his bed. It was a man and a woman, and they were wearing clothes from the 1920's. And they both turned and looked at me and...then they vanished."

Drakken turned and looked at Shego's half-lidded eyes. Nothing about her expression had changed.

"I know you don't believe me... Or you think I dreamt it, because of the upperclassmen trying to tease us... But Jonah saw them too! We moved out of the dorm that weekend..."

Drakken's skin was crawling for the horrid memory, and he moved the flashlight closer. But it was casting ominous shadows on the ceiling of the cave and on Shego's face. He noticed how she was much paler than usual, and thought again of how cold her skin was to the touch. He checked her pulse and found it perhaps slightly slower...and her skin was definitely cold.

He realized that in the dark he wouldn't be able to work on the hover-car, even if the rain stopped, which it hadn't.

"I think...maybe we should sleep now," he said as his chest constricted in pain. Was she dying quickly? Would he wake up in the morning to find her gone? "It's too dark to work on the hover-car...and...and you're right, I probably should have just done it in the rain. But...there is no anti-venom for tarantula bites. Because they're..." He swallowed shakily. "They're not fatal."

He let go of her hand as his emotions got the better of him, and he picked up the flashlight.

"I'm turning this out now...um... I'll close your eyes for you, so you can sleep better..." He very gently closed her eyes one at a time with his index finger, and then he took her hand again before turning the flashlight off. He set the light down next to him and then moved closer to her, pressing his hot and sweaty side to her cold one. He leaned his head gently against hers.

"I know it hurts... But that's what it does," he said, trying to reassure her. He hated to lie to her...but he couldn't tell the truth. "And I know it seems like it's not getting better. But the venom just has to...run its course."

He stared into the darkness for a minute and listened to the rain above. He wondered what he would do in the morning... Whether it was raining or not...if she was still alive, he would fix the hover-car. But if she wasn't...

"When I was a child...I would use my glasses to burn bugs and spiders... You know, by focusing the sun's light through the lenses..."

Drakken yawned and let tears fill his eyes as he closed them.

"Don't worry Shego... Try to sleep... Don't worry."

[muldermuse]

Okay is not enough: Part 1. Fox Mulder X Reader

I got a request for like an angsty reader and Mulder’s family in danger story. So here is part 1!!! of idk how many parts.

A/N: Kinda angsty. Mentions of anxiety. I think that’s it??? 

You felt a warm, gentle hand slowly rub your back as you drifted back to consciousness. The bedside lamp was casting a warming glow across the room as you felt a smile cross your face. You could hear Fox babbling to your daughter, you kept your eyes shut and smiled, enjoying what was beginning to be a perfect start to your day. You didn’t plan to get pregnant; you both just stopped being as careful as you should have been. You didn’t even know you were pregnant until a doctor’s appointment after many morning bouts of sickness. You were both terrified but after preparing the guest room and creating a safe haven for your child, you felt excited. It didn’t feel like a blessing at the time but you were both the happiest you’d ever been. You spent weekends walking around parks, having family naps and feeling more whole than both you and Fox had ever felt previously. She had your hair and Fox’s eyes, she was the perfect mix of you both.

“Good morning” Fox smiled as he handed you a coffee in your favourite mug. You shuddered as the warmth from the mug spread through your body. You knew it was early, whilst it was nice to have a coffee awaiting you; it could only mean one thing. Fox was dressed already, his crisp white shirt highlighting his broad shoulders as your eyes raised to take in his tired, albeit content, expression. His glasses were currently being grabbed at by your daughter, her tiny fingers trying their hardest to pull the lenses off his face as she laughed hysterically. He pulled a shocked expression every time she got close to him which caused her to laugh even more. Her small body shaking with laughter as Fox peppered kisses along her head.

“Early start?” you knew, he didn’t even need to continue. As you swallowed the coffee you tried to swallow the rising despair that was bubbling up,

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, you could see the apology in his eyes. “Skinner called and they need me, I know that I said that when Kim arrived I’d do this less but…they need me. You know I would never do it unless I had to”. You could see him grip your daughter a little tighter as he looked at you. Without words, you rested your head on his chest: enjoying the last few moments of your morning together.

You followed him downstairs, your daughter settled on your right hip and resting her head on your shoulder- seemingly exhausted from the glasses theft she had been attempting. He ran his hand over her back and kissed the top of her head, taking a brief moment to breathe in the smell of her. Before picking his briefcase up, he placed his hands on your chin and tilted it upwards to kiss you. His kisses always calmed you, it took you away from the fear you were feeling. Life was different now, you would never want him to change his career, it was part of who he was and you respected that. But, you had a daughter now, there was an innocent soul involved and you struggled to be as calm as you used to be. Part of you worried that Fox would resent you for it.

He moved his lips and rested his forehead against yours. “I’ll be okay, I’ll call you later.” As he turned to leave, you held his wrist.

You laced your fingers with his, tightening your grip as you looked in his eyes. “I need you to promise me that you’ll be safe.” As soon as the words left your lips, it felt unfair. You knew he couldn’t promise that, it was the one thing, try as hard as he might- he couldn’t promise you.

He was silent, he ran thumb over your interlocked finger. He was trying to comfort you without words, he feels helpless like there’s nothing else he can do. The one thing you want the most, you both know he can’t give you.

“Fox, okay and safe are not the same thing.” The tears brimmed your eyes, “I know what I’m asking for isn’t fair but I-we- we both need safety. Your safety”

Your tears wouldn’t stop, everything was overwhelming. This was the best relationship of your life, every moment together was filled with love but certain moments apart lead to complete fear. You could cope when it was just you, but as you looked into your daughter’s eyes- you just saw Mulder.

He pulled you in, held you tightly as his fingers traced down your back. “I will be back as soon as I can, you have no idea how much I love you both.”

He left.

Your routine without Fox started.

But the uneasy feeling that burned in your throat did not leave. Not for a second.

******

It was nearing 4am and you hadn’t slept- the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. Fox hadn’t called, neither had Scully who would usually call if Fox couldn’t make it to the phone.

You sat upright on your sofa, your hand resting on the phone receiver as you stared ahead. The noise of the TV accompanied the pounding of your heart. You knew something was wrong. A shiver ran down your spine, you felt like someone was watching you intently. But you put it down to your anxiety running higher than it ever had previously.

Before the phone even completed it’s first ring, it was held to your ear.

“Fox, I’m so-“

“It’s me, you need to listen to me” His voice was calm, far too calm for 4am. The anxiety pounding through your heart was confirmed and you knew something was wrong, something was really, seriously wrong.

“You need to get out of the house. We have reason to believe that someone is watching you both, they want me and they’re going after the thing I love the most. I’m sorry about this morning but you need to grab a bag, grab Kim and leave. We’ve got a car coming. I lov-“

The phone disconnects. And the presence you thought was anxiety before is confirmed as you hear boots enter the room.

“Sorry to disturb, you must be Fox Mulder’s girlfriend. I’ve been watching you for a while."

[wortsandall]

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a glimpse of my oc writing as I don't normally advertise, from my most popular work (and the one I'm most proud of)

He’s tired. Tired, tired, tired.

A heavy feeling, sinking deep into his bones. Into the very makeup of his soul. He can feel a wheeze with every breath, a deep ache in his chest follows. He blinks his heavy eyes open, flinching at the onslaught of morning light burning in his eyes. The pounding in his head increases, hands clenching in the sheets as he tries to fight the pain.

The increasing pain is enough to slow his thoughts, turn his brain into mush. He swallows against the rising nausea, flinching at the irritation in his throat. His eyes squeeze shut as the quick movement increases the pounding.

Lying as still as possible, Marcus comes to the obvious conclusion-he’s sick. Terribly so. Moving slowly, gingerly, he turns over onto his side. Wrapping his shivering arms around himself, he curls into the fetus position. He sniffles, nuzzling deeper into his pillows, hoping to god it’s his father that’s taking him to school today.

With his face in the pillows, he avoids the burning morning light from his eyes. As his headache recedes, due to the darkness, he slowly dozes off. He doesn’t know how long he lays there in peace, in the balance between asleep and awake before he’s suddenly alert. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he feels his body tense. Something isn’t right. He grips the blanket tighter around himself when-

“Marcus!” his mother shouts, throwing his bedroom door open with a slam. He winces as the noise brings back his headache. He doesn’t move, unwilling to make it worse.

“Marcus, do not ignore me,” he hears her footsteps travel across his room before he’s further disturbed. Hissing, he tries to grab the blanket back as it’s ripped away from his comfortable cocoon.

“Mom…” he whines, noting the scratchiness in his throat.

“We don’t have time for this, get up,” He squints up at the image of his mother staring down at him, hands on her hips. She’s already dressed, brown hair tied back in a bun. “I thought you were already up…” She sighs, turning to look around his room.

He watched as her eyes went from wall to wall, looking for something. He had very little in his room for a boy his age. Based on what he’d seen from tv shows and movies, most children covered their room with toys and posters of all the things they’d like. He’d overhear his classmates at school talking about the new toy from whatever tv show, and never knew what they were talking about. His room is almost barren, the only hint of personality being the wall next to his bed and his bookcase. The former had posters of planets and stars, pictures he’d taken on his old camera and drawings given to him by his sister. His bookcase holds all his books on photography and space, science and a couple normal chapter books, as well as his mini telescope.

As his mom moves towards his window, he figures out what she was looking for. Next to his window is his desk, with his backpack tucked against the drawers. As Marcus struggles to sit up fully, she grabs his backpack. Even with her back turned, he can tell she’s disappointed at the state of his work. He can see her frowning. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, still struggling to keep them open fully, and opens his mouth to apologize.

“Mommy?” says a voice from the doorway. Both Marcus and his mom look over at the sheepish form hiding behind the frame. Big brown eyes peek into the room before shrinking back from the attention. His mom rushes to the tiny figure, cupping her face with one hand. “Kim, what’s wrong?”

Kim steps back, pulling her face away from her hands, “I had a question about the doctor visit.”

“It’ll be okay, I swear. Go put your shoes on and I’ll be right there. Marcus is just a little late this morning,” she pulls her into a side hug, glaring over her shoulder at him. He makes his wobbly way out of his bed, taking the hint.

“Okay mommy,” Kimberly said, rocking back on her heels. She looked over at Marcus, beaming with a wave, before making her way out. With his mom distracted, he hurriedly gathers his stuff. Shoving random loose papers from his desk and floor into his backpack, hoping it’s actually homework. As he grabs the last wrinkled paper, he notes that the nausea has receded. His body seems to have adjusted to being upright. He might actually make it through the day.

The sudden appearance of Kimberly jogs his sluggish memory of the night before. Dad had to leave for work early, because of some business things that Marcus doesn’t quite understand, But no Dad, means Moms taking him to school today. Which wouldn’t be a problem normally, but Kimberly has a doctor’s appointment. She’s had a lot of them recently and his normally sunny sister has been more gloomy. He can’t tell if it’s exhaustion from the tests and treatments or if it’s genuinely changing her as a person. Or both. But he’s been trying to lighten her up, keep her from getting stressed.

No one that small should be that stressed. And she mostly seems younger than she is, always mistaken for a toddler despite being out of preschool for about two years. Yet somehow, they get mistaken as twins despite Marcus being almost two years older.

He’s putting his pencil case in his bag, going to zip it up. When his mom finally turns his attention back to him. She’s tapping her feet, arms crossed. Marcus keeps his frown inside his head. He’s going as fast as he can right now. Ever since Kimberly’s diagnosis, his mom has become scarier. Harder to make happy, more displeased with everything that he does. At least, when she’s around. Marcus only seems to matter when he’s in her way or making a mistake. Otherwise he might as well not exist. Funny, considering he came first. He angrily finishes packing his bag with a harsh yank of the zipper, feeling her eyes watching his every movement.

“That’s no way to treat your things Marcus,” she snaps.

“Sorry,” he mutters, rolling his eyes as he crosses the room to his dresser. He goes to pull out a sweater when his nose begins to itch. He tries to ignore it and focus on his task. Rubbing his nose with one hand, he sniffs. The sneeze that comes out catches him off guard. Throwing his head back and bringing the headache back at full force.

Closing his eyes, he leans his head against his drawers. Trying to let the wood cool his burning head. A hand snatches his wrist, pulling him away from the little piece of relief he had gotten. He looks blearily up at his mother as his ringing ears prevent him from hearing what she says. Even without words, he can tell that she’s gone past mildly frustrated as her grip tightens on his wrist.

He tries to pull away from her just as she lets go, causing him to stumble. Straightening up, he wants to rub his stinging wrist but doesn’t want to make her angrier.

“-and now you’ve got nothing to say? You’re just going to stand here looking stupid?” His hearing rights itself finally.

Looking down at his feet, “I’m sorry, mom.” He swallows.

She shakes her head at him, “I swear, it’s like you’re not even trying.” His eyes sting.

“Are we done with the dramatics now? You could do this any other day but of course you choose an important day to try and weasel out of school.” She pulls out a t-shirt and jeans from his dresser, throwing it on his bed. “Hurry and get dressed. We have to leave,” she glances at his clock, “… in five minutes if I want Kim to be on time.”

Turning to leave she adds, voice stern, “You are already late.”